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It wouldn't surprise if Dumbledore found a way to dumb Harry down.
Selias
I just used the name as sometimes I like to drop in the titles of films and video games in my stories. Then again there's no reason why a version Batman can't exist in that world.
Tylermech66
Well yes there are real life heroes but our society wouldn't collapse if they didn't exist so I think my point is still valid about the Wizarding World not deserving to exist.
It reminds what happened in Elder Scrolls Oblivion. The Countess of Bruma comments that there was nothing anyone could do until a hero turns up to solve the problem of the Oblivion gates. It made me not want to bother saving them because they didn't seem worth saving.
Human Beings are remarkable creatures and as a group there isn't much we can't do, but the Wizards seem hopeless as a group it makes me despair it really does.
True your experiences do mould you as person its the old nature verses nurture argument. Harry got drilled with the Dumbledore is great rubbish from Hargid which did heavily influence his opinions on the Wizarding World.
War sage
Thank you.
Overlord Susanoo
Really I am (blushes), thank you.
I hate those stories too. People think just because you have knowledge of a fictional place it means you couldn't fail if you got inserted. Sure the knowledge would help and you would enjoy some successes if you used the information you had smartly but real life is unpredictable and you can't plan for everything. Damien knows this and does the best he can but hey nobody's perfect.
Mattblue.
Thanks and here's the update.
Z2010Deadmeat
I've heard of the expression 'he has a pure heart' you could be right about some people just being who they are and they can't chance. I doubt any childhood would make me a self sacrificing hero its just not in me. Which isn't to say I'm a bad person its just that could just never give up my life for strangers.
That's what Tamer Gothic did. His Pokegirls are bioweapons. I did plan on having him conquer worlds with legions of super human cat girls but I got sidetracked from writing that story.
Making bioweapon monsters would work as well but they wouldn't look as sexy in the bikini armour. Plus what would really be the point of unleashing a virus zombie doomsday army what would it get him? No point in ruling the universe if there's no one left alive to sing your praises.
Infinity Gems they ring a bell. I'll have to look them up and see if I can make use of them.
The First Gothic. Book One. A Wizard In Training. Part 37.
The Department Of Mysteries. Ministry Of Magic. The Wizarding World.
It was times like this I really wished I could make use of a Hand Of Glory but for some reason using such a thing counted as Necromancy. It shouldn't in my opinion but there were rules even I couldn't break.
So instead I had to rely on the Magelight spell which I created little balls of light which could be thrown and they would attach to surfaces lighting up an area. Casting the spell made a target but there didn't seem to be anyone around. Plus every time I used the spell it became easier to cast so there was some advantage to using it to guide my path.
With my other I was casting Clairvoyance I'd learned this little bit of magic when attending the College of Winterhold but until now I'd not used it. That had been foolish of me as it was an extremely handy little trick which was now guiding me to my objective.
Getting to the Department of Mysteries had been easy enough. With the portal spell I could go anywhere I pleased regardless of whatever wards were up, but since I didn't know precisely where the prophecy was I couldn't teleport to its exact location. That was were the Clairvoyance Spell came in.
The trail of light ended at a shelf and I scanned it looking for the right prophecy. The Magelight spell suddenly ended so I switched to Candlelight which created a small orb of light that would hover around me for the next five minutes give or take a few seconds. How long the spell lasted was proportionate to the power level of the caster so the fact that I could hold it for more than a few minutes was a good indicator of just how strong I was becoming.
Once I had light again the prophecy record wasn't hard to find given that it had my name on it.
S.P.T to D.M.
The End Of The World.
That was a bit of exaggeration, at least in my opinion. I wasn't going to end the world but I could see how the prophecy could be labelled as such given that it was destiny to take down the Ministry. From the perspective of the Pureblood elite it would indeed be the end of the world.
My research into the prophecy records had told me that in order to get a record to play you had to shake it like a snowglobe. Damn silly way to do it but the Wizards of this world never did things the smart way.
"The Chosen One has come with great fanfare to save the wretched above all others"
Potter's arrival into the Wizarding World pre-dated mine so the first part of the prophecy was a sort of warning.
Shake.
"Lead by the Blinding Lord who sits upon a throne of ignorance."
Clearly Dumbledore. His fame and power blinded others to what he was. As for the throne of ignorance that could refer to the school he ran. I had no trouble associating the word ignorance with those who lived at Hogwarts. The student body seemed to incapable actually forming their own opinions.
Shake.
"Against the Dark Master and his slaves they will clash".
Well the students wouldn't be fighting Tom Riddle for a while yet but given that many of the members of the Order were either staff at the school or former students that still made some sense.
It was doubtful that the prophecy was referring to the Wizarding World as a whole because very few of them would actually fight the Dark Lord, but those that would did follow Dumbledore.
Shake.
"While the Watchmen look away, the Judges are bought with gold, and the Scribes author deceptions."
This part was pretty clear. Crimes of the rich are ignored. Justice can be brought. And the Daily Prophet misleads the masses.
Shake.
"Unknown to them a Traveller has come and placed a mason to demolish the monolith they stand upon."
Now that was the bit that concerned me.
For a line in a prophecy it was rather clear as to what it meant. The Traveller had put me in a position to destroy the Wizarding World. As for the mason part well masonry was as old as civilization itself. A mason built things out of stone, but they didn't tend to demolish them.
hen again anyone who knew how to build things out of stone would be well suited to figuring out how to destroy someone else's stonework. But I'd never built a society so the choice in words seemed a bit odd to me. Simply referring to the name the Traveller had given me was a little too straight forward for a prophecy.
I shook the prophecy a couple of more times and listened to the end.
"He will stand before the Fallen Lord, The Dark Master, The Watchmen, The Judges, The Scribes, and all the others that stood by and took no action. He will deliver to them all Judgement."
It really sounded as if I was going to have a lot of enemies before too long, and how the hell was I going to deliver to them to judgement?
If the prophecy had said deliver judgement or bring them to justice it would mean that I'd be dealing with them all directly but I was suppose to deliver them to judgement which sounded like it was my job to bring them to someone who would judge them rather than to do it myself.
Of course it could just mean that I would bring about enough social change bring down the evil and corrupt people in the Wizarding so that they were no longer above the law they should be serving. That at least sounded plausible.
I lost the light again and was just about to recast the spell when I heard footsteps. Quickly I pocketed the prophecy and prepared myself to cast another spell.
With ease that came only due to practice I used a weak invisibility spell. I knew spells that would hide me completely but they were easily broken and didn't last for long but it was so dark down here that even a Chameleon Spell would make a person undetectable.
I forced myself to take a deep breathe in order to calm down. No one would be able to see me but they could still hear me so I had to stand stock still and be as quiet as the grave.
A strange hissing noise filled the air and I watched as black robed man and a massive snake moved past the shelf I was standing by.
It was Voldemort I was sure. I didn't understand parseltongue, even with the translation amulet on, but I knew the speech of serpents when I heard it and only two people in the country spoke it. Harry Potter and Tom Riddle.
Harry Potter didn't have a pet snake and neither was he tall enough to be the robed figure, so that meant it must be Lord Voldemort. The fact that two other robed and masked figures were following the Dark Lord proved my deduction.
Once I was sure the group of Dark Wizards had passed me by I breathed out heavily and realised how lucky I was. Voldemort's pet snake (Nagini she was called if memory served) wasn't fooled by invisibility spells of any sort so she could of detected me.
I was just about to run away when I realised that I had an opportunity here. Nagini was as Horcrux the serpent had to die in order for Voldemort to be defeated. I might not get another chance to take the snake out, but I could also get myself killed.
Fear filled my heart and despite how cold it was I was sweating, yet I knew I had to do something.
"He will stand before the Fallen Lord, The Dark Master, The Watchmen, The Judges, The Scribes, and all the others that stood by and took no action. He will deliver to them all Judgement."
Riddle was the Dark Master I was fated to bring him to judgement so that could mean I might be the one to end his reign of terror or even get him arrested. Well it was very doubtful I could capture the Dark Lord and even if I did no one was brave enough, aside from maybe Dumbledore, to actually arrest him. Not that there wouldn't be much point because the chief Death Eater would escape rather easily if only because he was fated to die at Harry Potter's hands, assuming my prophecy didn't invalidate the one about Voldemort.
After taking another deep breathe I wished that I had waited until after the Easter Holidays before making this outing. I promised myself that next time I left the school I would be wearing battle robes and hopefully my armour.
Quickly I waved my wand and used a few spells upon myself I silenced my shoes and then disillusioned myself, which was an odd experience, before casting the Detect Life Spell.
My objective was the snake, my plan was to kill it and then portal out before anyone could react. There was only one spell I could use that had the remotest chance of succeeding.
Fiendfyre.
I blasted the snake with a fox made of flame engulfed the foul serpent and I was just about to vanish when I saw red, and then I saw nothing at all.
Riddle House. Little Hangleton. The Muggle World.
"Crucio".
I awakened to a world of pain. It was as if my nerve endings had been dipped in acid. Every part of me felt agony, and just when I thought it would never end it stopped. And then unfortunately it started again.
Most of the time pain is a teacher, its actually rather helpful if you think about it. If something damages your body pain tells you its happening and you quickly learn not to let yourself be damaged like that again. At least if you can help it.
However the pain induced by the crucio spell is not a teacher, its not helpful. The crucio spell is a means of torture nothing more and while I was personally not above using pain as a method of interrogation.
I felt that it was not only wrong to hurt someone or the sake of causing pain it was also pointless and rather stupid given that this method of torture was known to drive people insane. You can't get useful information out of an insane person, and only a complete monster gets off on torturing children.
When the spell finally stopped and wasn't cast again I got a chance to see who had been hurting me for kicks. I didn't like what I saw and I reacted accordingly.
"Yaxley!"
I knew this man. He was a bigot of the worst kind and a bully. Neville had over the years told me a lot about Death Eaters, but I hadn't needed his information to know what Yaxley was about.
Anyone sick enough to work along with Umbridge to persecute Muggleborns was worthy of nothing but my contempt. In my view he was no different than one of the Nazis who had run the concentration camps during WWII.
"Recognise me do ya" he replied with a smirk "ave we met?".
For a Pureblood surpremist he had a very common sounding accent. Perhaps the Yaxley family weren't as Upper Class as they appeared.
"Not unless you were at the World Cup" I answered with in venom in my voice.
It was doubtful he'd been in the Forbidden Forest as if he had been he'd either of been dead for a while now or he would have a nasty scar where I had cursed him. Since he was alive and unblemished he'd likely been at the World Cup.
"Yeah it cost me a more a few knuts to get out of being Kissed" admitted the Death Eater with a grin plastered over his face "but the Minister, bless him, saw things my way once my gold was in his hands. I was under the Imperius Curse. I swear".
Damn you Fudge!
If I got of this I was going to exile the Minister to the most unpleasant world I could find. A world were all his money and political power meant nothing, or at least would mean nothing until some horrible creature ate him.
"Lucky for you the Dark Lord isn't here right now" informed the Mort Muncher who was making the classic villain mistake of giving a captive too much information "so that leaves you to my tender..."
A sort of gong sound reached my ears and Yaxley left without explanation, but he didn't forget to lock the door behind him.
This made me smile as a locked door was nothing to me. I could phase through solid objects after all. Not that they knew that but really a locked door. I was a Wizard, didn't they know that.
The Death Eaters had at least taken my wand, and being arrogant pricks they had assumed that this would render me helpless. To be fair most teenage Wizards would be, and I was just a schoolboy so they weren't being that foolish. Still chaining up would be of been sensible.
I came up with three escape plans in a matter of seconds but I dismissed them all after noticing that it was daytime. There was a window, but it was too small climb out however it did tell me that the sun has risen.
This meant that it was too late to simply portal back to the school. By now someone would of noticed that I was missing. The rest of the student body were due back today and so the Heads of Houses would be checking the Dorms to make sure everything was in order. The Charms teacher who led my school house would do a quick head count and notice I was not where I should be.
So I needed to account for where I had been all last night and this morning. The best way to do that would be to provide a memory of this event but I'd have extract the memory before I used my powers to escape. Then I'd have to come with a method of escape that was plausible even if I didn't use it all of it.
It didn't take me long to think of something. After all I was much smarter than the average bear.
"Tizzy!" I shouted out.
My trusty House Elf appeared before me, and took a moment to figure out what was going on.
"Master should not be here!" protested the magical being "this is the home of a bad wizard. Master is in danger!".
Well duh.
"Jeez ya think" I said being rather short with diminutive creature, mostly likely due to the short torture session I'd endured.
Tizzy looked rather upset when I told her off so I forced myself to calm down and gave her an order.
"Go to my school trunk, get me a wand, and a small potion's phial. I'll also need some parchment and a quill".
Without questioning why her master required such a things. My Elf vanished and the reappeared with the asked for items seconds later.
I quickly wrote a note to Dumbledore explaining that I had been captured, but that my House Elf had come to my aid. I had to pretend that I didn't know that Tizzy could simply set me free. I also explained that I had sent Tizzy to get my mother's wand, as this would explain why I had a spare in my school truck, with that wand I could extract a memory and send it to him saying I hoped it would aid him in rescuing me. Finding Yaxley would be far easier than finding me as Yaxley worked for the Ministry making him a public figure.
Really the whole plan was more complex than it needed to be but if I came up with a smoother plan it would simply let the Headmaster know I was smarter than he thought I was. Plus I wanted Dumbledore to think I looked up to him like all the other children to blinded by his reputation to understand what he really was.
Sending him a SOS was a good way to make him believe that I saw him as someone I could go to for help. Which was a complete lie, but it was a lie that served my purpose.
I planned to escape by sneaking out of here under the disillusion charm, which was advanced spellwork but it was nothing that a Hogwart's student couldn't find in the library. In fact I had actually found the spell in the library.
Once I got out of this house I would just summon the Knight Bus and go right to Hogsmede. When I arrived I would be relativity safe and free to kick up a fuss like an actual escaped child would.
Between those two events I was going to search this house so I could find and kill Yaxley. The I would use the portal spell to dumb his body somewhere and then return for the final part of my somewhat overcomplicated, but still rather brilliant, escape plan.
Of course no plan of action survives contact with the enemy and this was proven when as soon as Tizzy was sent away the Death Eater I wanted to kill oh so badly re-entered the room.
Before the child abusing, murderer could react lightening struck him down. Bolts of electrical power left the palm of my free hand and drove the Death Eater to the floor.
Since I'd never managed to perform the Killing Curse I pocketed the wand and used both hands to electrocute the bastard. It took him a while to die as I wasn't well practised at destruction magic but I had plenty of power and rage in me to fuel the spell.
Once I stood over a very dead and foul smelling body I did something I'd never done before: I looted the body.
I didn't know why I was doing it. I'd never done it before but for some reason I wanted something to remember this buy. It wasn't quite trophy taking as the now dead scumbag hadn't put up a fight worthy of remembering. he hadn't even been able to draw his wand before I'd defeated him ) but I still took his wand as the spoils of war and I also found my wand.
Killing Yaxley had been a favour to Wizardkind. Really only a complete fool would carry a captive's weapon in the captive's cell. He might as well have worn the key to this room on a chain attached to his belt.
I couldn't help but sigh when I did find the key attached to a chain connected to his belt. Why did he even have a key? There were spells to lock and unlock doors. A key wasn't needed.
Really I shouldn't of been that surprised by this fuck up. Yaxley hadn't even bothered to remove the pouch I wore around my waist. The pouch itself couldn't be taken from my person without permission but that wouldn't of stopped him from removing my belt.
Idiot!
Well too many generations of inbreeding will do that to a society. No wonder Riddle had been able to win the loyalties of so many Purebloods. They were so easy to manipulate, as proven by the fact that Granger, the only Muggleborn Outcast, had taken far more time and effort to get under my control than the so called superior Purebloods who had practical bowed at my feet from day one. If anyone but Dumbledore was in charge at Hogwarts I'd of taken over the school by now. Heck if I ever got around to killing the old goat I might actually take it over.
With another sigh on my lips I waved my wand in order to test that I still had its loyalty and said the word"Avis" as hoped for a flock of birds flew out of my wand and out the small windows which turned out to have been open the whole time.
Really an open window, it was like they wanted me to escape.
That thought made me stop for a second. Could this all be planned? Did Voldemort want to me to go running back to Hogwarts?
I could think of a few reasons why Riddle might arrange something like this but then I remembered Hanlon's Razor.
Never attribute to malice that which is adequately explained by stupidity.
There was no big scheme involved, these Pureblood fools had simply fucked up by underestimating me and I'd gotten lucky what with Riddle being elsewhere for some reason.
Very lucky in fact given that the Dark Lord should of killed me, but for motives only know to him he hadn't. Perhaps the snake faced freak wanted to interrogate me, in order find out why I had tried to kill his pet snake.
Knowing that I needed to get rid of the body I know had to decide on which world I dumped the body. If I left the body here it would clue the Mort Munchers into how powerful I really was but if both me and the body vanished the Death Eaters might assume that someone else had rescued me and also captured my torturer, or that Yaxley had let me escape and done a runner in order to escape punishment.
Then an idea came to me. I did know of a place and a person who had a use for dead bodies. He might also be able to help me come up with a way to defeat Voldemort.
With a smile on my face I used the Portal Spell to disappear and took myself somewhere far away from here.