For the rest of the summer, Harry and Hermione had many visits together over the summer, growing ever closer. Ron said Ginny was doing well with the mind healer; he said sorry for leaving school early. Harry wrote back wishing him and the Weasley well. Harry and Gabriel trained relentlessly over the summer, and Harry was now caught up and proficient in everything up to year three. Finally, August 31st came along, and Harry stood in the library.
The book that Gabriel gave him sat on a table, although it was more of a diary than your average book. He tried to have Hermione read it, but she couldn't understand this "mage fire" business. So, he continued to train the fire yet never opened the book after his experience in the Hospital Wing. However, now a voice was calling him to it; the book was beckoning him. Finally, he couldn't resist and grabbed the book.
The book flipped open of its own accord, pages flapping wildly by themselves before they came to a stop on a page that was blank; blank except for two words,
"See me," repeated Harry. Harry was sucked into the book. He landed on hard ground, but nothing hurt; this was the first surprise. The next one was that he was surrounded by nothing. He whipped his head wildly around, looking for something, even a speck of dirt, but nothing could be seen.
"That was redundant. I can't see shit. What am I supposed to do here." A deep voice chuckled at his musings.
"Many people before you have said the same things. I apologize, young Potter. I can not help you more than this; Light shows the way. Good luck." Harry shook his head but came up with an idea.
"Thanks, disembodied voice." Harry held out his hand, and a flame burst into his palm. In front of him was a path that stretched on for miles. He walked and walked for hours, not getting hungry, thirsty, or exhausted. He walked until he came upon a bronze throne with a man in it.
"Hello Harry, I've been waiting for you." The man was young, looked like he had lots of muscle, and had a warm smile that made Harry feel at home. He almost reminded Harry of someone.
"Dad," Harry questioned the man. The man's face instantly fell,
"Unfortunately not, dear boy," Harry's face started to break, "However, I am one of your dear relatives, and the Potter ancestors have decreed I will be the one to help you control your powers."
"And who're you then?" The man stood from the throne, his muscles tensing as he did. A cloak billowed behind him, an invisible breeze moving it. He puffed his chest, and his voice echoed,
"I am Ignotus Peverell, Grandfather of Iolanthe Peverell, bearer of the Cloak of Invisibility, the greatest mage of all time, and banisher of Death."
"I've never heard of you, sorry." Ignotus's face dropped, the invisible wind disappeared, and his voice no longer echoed when he next spoke,
"Pardon?" Ignotus was in shock at this new development.
"I've no idea who you are, mate." Harry chuckled a little at the man's disbelief.
"But…how? You possess my cloak. How do you not know who I am?"
"Because I grew up with muggles who told me nothing of my magical nature."
"That explains much, do not worry, Harry. I know of the transgressions that have occurred during your time at Hogwarts. That damned school. Come, let us begin." Suddenly, the area they stood in morphed into a large room split into four sections, charms, transfiguration, defense against the dark arts, and family magics.
The two of them walked over to the charms area and began,
"First, we will begin with Charms. You may have heard a professor say that charms are 'spells that alter an object without changing its essential nature.' they would be correct. However, charms, more accurately, are spells that influence an object. Now, I would like you to levitate the feather." Harry nodded his head and said,
"Wingardium leviosa." The feather rose into the air.
"Good, now do it with your mage powers."
"Ok," Harry concentrated, trying to use his anger, but nothing happened, "Why is it not working? I used it before!"
"Do not worry, child, focus on the flame, how you used it last time, call upon the friendship and love within your heart," Ignotus's voice crescendoed.
Harry nodded and looked at the feather, thinking about his friends. He felt a tingling in his stomach, and the feather lifted inches off the table. He cheered, then instantly collapsed, passing out.
"Shit," Ignotus exclaimed.
Ignotus levitated Harry and carried him out of the room. He ran as fast as he could in a vaguely northeast direction. The colorless surroundings blurred together as Ignotus used his magic to propel them further. They arrived in a room, not unlike a wizengamot chamber. Unfortunately, when they arrived, they interrupted a meeting—a meeting with every Potter that ever lived.
"Dorea HELP! Harry has fainted," Ignotus struggled while trying to catch his breath. The witch in question raced over and ran her hand over Harry.
"Grandfather, what has happened," asked Iolanthe. She could see some of the readings that Dorea collected; they weren't good.
"We were training the mage fire; he had it for just a second, then fainted." Ignotus was scared. Had he just killed the brain of his descendant, ending the family line?
"Shit! We need to purge his forehead," Dorea yelled.
"Why? What's in it," both Iolanthe and Ignotus asked.
"A Horcrux…" She cut herself off and shouted, "We need to hurry; it's feeding off the magic of this world."
"You heard her, Potters! Dorea, get him to the middle of the room. Potters, being The Chant," Iolanthe ordered. Everyone moved into action; Dorea levitated Harry to the middle of the room, and all the Potters who had kept silent quickly got into position. They began to chant,
"黑暗魂器，我們將你從這個凡人的靈魂中清除。 黑暗魂器，我們將你逐出所有領域。 黑暗魂器，作為她的僕人，我們將你送往死亡女士身邊。" [Hēi'àn hún qì, wǒmen jiāng nǐ cóng zhège fánrén de línghún zhōng qīngchú. Hēi'àn hún qì, wǒmen jiāng nǐ zhú chū suǒyǒu lǐngyù. Hēi'àn hún qì, zuòwéi tā de pú rén, wǒmen jiāng nǐ sòng wǎng sǐwáng nǚshì shēnbiān.]
Harry began to tremble and shake, a scream echoing from his mouth. Black goo oozed from the scar on his forehead, and a cloud of smoke raised from Harry and stared at Ignotus.
"Begone spirit, we send you to our Lady now," The spirit began to scream and abruptly dispersed, "Oh, thank the goddess that's over."
Dorea ran over to Harry, healed his scar, and said,
"He will always have the scar, but the Horcrux is gone. The goddess has been told and will handle it from here."
"Good; when the boy wakes up, we can continue with—" Harry shot up from the floor.
"WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED!"
*English translation: Dark Horcrux, we purge you from this mortal soul. Dark Horcrux, we banish you from all realms. Dark Horcrux, as her servants, we send you to Lady Death.
Don't come at me if it's wrong.