AN - Wow, I am sorry for this Delay, I had a serious case of Writer's block, but I did manage to come up with a new spin on my Sorty, we will see more of Harry Past and see more interaction with a few familiar faces during his travels across the world.
We will also see Harry have more interaction with those around him and with the world, we will see him in the midst of battle and a few new abilities may appear.
I want to thank everyone who has been waiting for this, and I hope you enjoy what will be a new and improved Original Wizard, now called, The Original Sorceror.
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Even after all the years since the war, even after the remodeling and improvements made, Grimauld place was still a dank and destitute home, the wallpaper was continuously peeling away, mold and grime clung to each surface around the house, it was this house that was currently housing the Order of the Phoenix, in which all members were currently sat in the Kitchen.
The Order were all currently in discussion over the current issue facing wizarding Britain, the revival of the Dark Lord Voldemort, it was only a few weeks ago that Voldemort, using an archaic and extremely dark ritual was able to create a new body for himself, using the ingredients set forth by its creator, Voldemort used the rotting bone of this Muggle Father, the Flesh of one of his many followers, and finally the blood of the Enemy, said blood coming from Athena Potter, the Girl-Who-Lived.
When Athena reappeared during the Tri-Wizard tournament, she appeared bloody and broken, thankfully she was conscious enough to warn the first people she saw, happily, one of them was Albus Dumbledore who immediately went to work, he gathered the "old crowd" and began to tell people the Truth, a truth that few believed.
As Albus looked across the kitchen to Grimauld place, his eyes sought each individual, some of the previous members that were still alive joined again at once, Dedalus Diggle and Hestia Jones were sat in one corner, both had grown older, grey hairs now covering what was one coloured heads of hair and larger bellies now hanging over trousers, the Weasleys were all in attendance, Molly and Arthur along with their children were all there and prepared to fight, the Weasleys had always been strong supporters in the Light, Alastair Moody stood in the corner, his back to the wall with his magical electric blue scanning every surface, every wall and dark crevice he could see.
Fleur Delacour was also sitting in attendance, since the Tri-Wizard tournament was held, she and Athena had built a strong friendship, and after hearing what had happened, she decided to stay and help. Kingsley Shacklebolt and Nymphadora Tonks were sat next to each other, bother Aurors and with the persuasion of Moody, both decided to join and help. Hermione Granger too sat close to Fleur, looking in disparagement at the silly faces Fred and George were pulling to Ginny.
Sirius Black and Remus Lupin too were sat in the Kitchen, laughing and telling jokes to lighten up the moon and finally he looked to the remaining 3, the Potters. Athena Potter sat sandwiched between her two Parents James and Lily, it was only looking at these three did Albus begin to feel remorse, as he often did when looking at them, before he could reminisce more, he forced himself to stand.
"My Friends, I thank you all for coming, and I want to thank you, Sirius, for allowing us to use Grimauld Place as Headquarters, with the strength of the wards and the newly added Fidelous Charm, we are in no safer place", nodding his head to Sirius, who smiled back, and whispered something to the Weasley Twins, causing them to giggle and Molly to look at them in disappointment.
"As we all know, Lord Voldemort has now come back to life" allowing the accustomed shiver to go down the spines of some of the order members, Albus Continued, "And we must all be prepared, now I have already sent Hagrid and Madam Maxine to envoy with the Giant, and Remus will soon be leaving to meet with some of the greater werewolf packs" Albus paused to allow the order members to digest the information before he continued, "Before we get onto any new business, does anyone have anything else to add?
As no one seemed to have anything new to add, Albus was posed to speak, only to stop and the door to the Kitchen slammed open, causing not only himself, but most of the older generation to grasp their wands and point at the unexpected guest, most lowered them as they saw who had barged into the room.
With sweat dripping from his greasy hair, even running down the length of his crooked and hooked nose, Severus Snape pauses to catch his breath, as he learns against the old Oak table, he straightens up to look to Albus, "We must hurry…. Raid …. Party" Each pause only used to gather more precious oxygen into his straining lungs.
Albus was quick to rush to Severus, pushing out a chair and forcing his double agent into the chair, "Breath Severus".
Severus breathed in and out deeply, only when he seemed to calm down did Albus continue, "What is it Severus".
Severus gave one more large deep breath did he continue, "The Dark lord, he is sending out a large gathering to capture or kill, apparently, he got a response he did not like, he's gathered as many as he can get, Lucius, Rabastan, Rodolphus and Antonin are among the Death eaters going".
It was hearing this that most of the Order stilled, that Voldemort was sending some from his inner circle along with other Death Eaters worried them, but Severus was not yet done.
"That's not it, Fenrir Greyback along with a half dozen of his pack are going, he's even sending the two Mountain Trolls he has with them", As Severus finished, Albus Stilled, his mind working a thousand thoughts a minute.
Turning to back to Severus, "Do you know where this is taking place?" Albus Asked,
Severus simply nodded, as he did, he remove a small piece of Parchment he managed to smuggle out "I managed to get the location of the raid, it's an Estate in America".
Reading the parchment and seeing the coordinate the Portkeys would need to send the Raiding party to America, Albus summoned a large dining plate to his hand and with a small twist of his wand, the plate glowed a pale blue before settling back to normal. Setting the plate back down on the Table, Albus looked to the rest of the Order, "A raiding part of this size is significant, this person must powerful enough for Voldemort to send so many, we may be able to sway him to our side, or as the least save whomever we can".
Shortly the entire Order were all poised, standing before the dining plate, each with their wands in hand with Steely determination set resolute on their faces, soon they all touched the plate in preparation for the Portkey to activate, it was only as Albus began to say the Activation phrase, did Arthur Weasley look to his right, and to his horror did he notice that it was not just the Adults holding onto the plate, but the children had also gathered round with them. Before Arthur could yell to the Kids to let go, Albus called out, "Activate".
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All too soon the familiar whooshing and twirling feeling from the Portkey they used stopped, taking a few moment s to regain their baring and breath did Arthur look to the Children that had clung to the Portkey to join them, Arthur was poised to yell at the younger generation when he fell silent, but it was not just him, all of the Order members had fallen silent stood in shock at what was in front of them.
Carnage, that was all they could be used to describe the chaos in front of them, for all they could see was blood, Gore and the permeating stench of death that surrounded the area, sticking to every blade of grass in the front lawn.
From where the order had landed, a green and luscious lawn stretched out in front of them, but strewn in front of them the large hedges and fountain that had once adorned the lawn were gone, now replaced with piles of freshly cooling corpses, as some of the Order members and their children surveyed the lawn, some loosed their stomachs and were soon vomiting from the sight in front of them only the Veteran Aurors were able to stomach the carnage in front of them.
It was Fred Weasley who broke their silence, "Gods Above".
This seemed to snap the rest of the Order out of their shocked silence, soon they were all braced and alert, the Aurors and those with combat experience scanned the area looking for any current threats, as none seemed to come to them, they all look to Albus.
Albus breathed in deeply, looking back to the Order, "Let us move, we may be able to help whoever is left".
Resolving themselves, the Order began to move towards the large Town House, as they approached, they began to truly survey the carnage in front of them, the bodies that were strewn across the lawn were a left in a pitiful state for none had been spared, Death Eaters and Werewolves were left where they had been killed, and at the far end of the Lawn, the Two Trolls stood, motionless.
For some of the bodies they seemed to be simply asleep, their bodies lying still on the floor, only the horror and terror that was set on a few of the faces displayed that they were not truly asleep, for those lucky few, their deaths had come quickly, for others, their death was more prolonged, some appeared to be frozen solid, only for their body's to be shattered and crumbling to the floor like crushed stone that had been smashed from a wall, further ahead, bodies appeared to have been crystalised, bodies turned to coloured hard rock, frozen in place.
The Werewolves appeared to have survived further, and yet they were even worse. There was many packed in together, they looked to have been electrocuted to the point of Death. Singed hair and skin still sizzling as it clung to their bones, a few seemed to make it past the others, but they had simply been crushed by whatever they were facing, literally, it appeared like their bodies had an inordinate amount of pressure out upon them, until they simply crumbled and collapsed onto themselves, small intestine, eyes balls and offal were sprawled out, fresh blood now cooling and seeping into the what was once green grass, now tinted red.
As the Order moved forward they finally came to the two trolls, they had made it the farthest, as the Order cautiously came to the front of the trolls did they see they were correct in their assumption, they were frozen solid, but not like a simply body bind, their bodies were literally hardened and turned to stone, their body's frozen and in one case mid swing, its large oaked tree stump that had been used as a weapon still in the vide like crip of one of the Trolls.
"W…what could do all this" Lily Potter Asked, grimly, keeping an eye out for the children and looking for any threats coming towards them. But no one could answer, they were all too shocked and terrified at what was in front of them.
As the order cautiously approached the house, they were able to enter with ease, seemingly there were no wards or alerts to block people from coming in. As the order walked through the house, the sound of whimpering and pain reached their ears, they all quickened their pace and moved towards the sound, only to stop when they walked into another battle zone, it seemed like the small amount of Death eaters as well as the Wolves and Trolls were just cannon fodder, they had gotten passed the front gate, and allowed the rest to get into the house.
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Even as they walked into the house, the stench of death didn't leave, if anything it intensified, as the Order cautiously moved as a unit through the winding halls of the house, they passed a sea of nameless death eaters, some dead, some moaning in pain as their blood slowly leaked from the various wounds that littered their bodies. The Hallways were all surrounded by a varying degree of gore, random limbs and appendages were strewn across the hallway, internal organs were even splashed across a wall, as though a tremendous force had been used and a body was forcefully pushed through a wall, leaving only offal and blood in its place.
As the Order moved ever closer to the sounds of screaming did they pass one poor death eater, listlessly using his fingernails to crawl away from the closed room, what the death eater didn't seem to realise was that only one part of it was moving, for he had been ripped in two from the waste down, leaving a small trail of blood and intestine in his wake.
As the Order prepare themselves, readying their wands for what lay beyond the wooden door, Albus gently ran his wand over the wood, seeing as there was no magic blocking their path, he nodded to those behind him. As he gripped the metal doorknob, Albus gently twisted the handle until the latch opened and slowly, he pushed open the door to the next room.
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When compared to the rest of the house, this room was pristine, there was no true evidence that any fight had happened here, the large room was littered with rich tapestry handing across the tall walls, painting both magical and mundane hung from the walls, rich leather sofas which normally were placed in the centre were pushed across to the far side walls, all of which looked onto a large roaring fireplace, in front of which a single man stood, his back to the door and so to the Order, as the Order looked on they could see three more Death Eaters hanging on the wall, with their masks removed from their faces it was easy to determine who they were, Lucius Malfoy, Rodolphus Lestrange and Antonin Dolohov were all attached to the wall, they were all three moaning in pain, at a closer look it was clear why, small yet long nails were pierced through their wrists, attaching them to the wall.
It was only as a voice spoke did the Order look back to the man, his voice was rich and seductive, yet it held a sinister tone, one which promised pain and horror, "Did your little Dark Lord not Understand the First message I sent him" as he spoke, his right arm was outstretched and in his vice like grip was the throat of Rabastan Lestrange, his feet dangling listless in the air as both his hands gripped the hand of the man, yet the man did not even look at Rabastan, he was looking to the other three having on his wall.
Shaking his head, the man clicked his teeth derisively, finally looking at Rabastan as his head began to go blue from lack of air did the man bring him closer, their faces now only inches away from each other. Rabastan could only gurgle back, spittle and foam forming at the corner of his mouth, and he drew in a final breath and his throat closed and he was unable to draw in any further breath.
The Man simply let Rabastan drop to the floor, it was then that his head twitched, as though listening to something unheard, a voice on the wind. Soon the man spun around to face them, and the Order finally were able to look upon the one that they had come to help and possibly get aid from. He was tall, over six feet in height, he wore a simple shirt and trouser, yet it hung loose on his frame, with the sleeves rolled up they were able to see the tattoo's that has adorned his lower arm, on his left, a banded rune rand around the whole arm, to the right, the image of winged horse.
The man had long midnight black hair, that hung loosely on his head, the sides and back trimmed into a neat fade with the top run free yet quiffed to the side, but it was his eyes that were truly the most eye catching, for as he looked upon the Order, they all gazed as the bright Emerald Green eyes that shone with power. They had all seen that colour, many a time had one of them been complimented on those eyes.
As Lily Potter stumbled forward, her body shaking, but not from what she had seen before, but because of the man in front of her, "It can't be" Lily Potter thought as he took in the person in front of them, her eyes taking in every single detail of him, his Almond shaped Emerald green eyes were striking, his hair while cut short and quiffed now, she could still see the messy hair that was traditionally a curse for the males in their family. Whilst all of this could be a compared to a twist of fate, it was her Magic was what truly alerted her to who it was, her magic was practically singing in joy, she had not felt this happy since he had run away. A Mothers magic was intrinsically tied to their child, for nine months it was attached to them, growing with them and even becoming a part of them, for this reason it was practically impossible for a child's magic to fool their mothers, whether it be a metamorphmagus or Polyjuice Potion, a Mothers magic could determine the truth, and every fibre of Lily Potters being was telling her that the man in front of them was her Son.
Before she could more and further, a strong grip grasped her arm to stop her, but Lily paid no heed to his, she simply stared at the man, as she stared, she uttered only a single word, her Voice filled with Greif yet hope and longing were ever present as she looked at him "Harry"