Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter content, including characters, except for the AU ones.
This story is written without any additional help from a beta. I hope you won't mind the mistakes that might appear. I won't go too much in depths when it comes to pairings– I don't think so anyway. However, I am very convinced that there won't be any bashing, certainly not from any Weasley or even Dumbledore– even if Dumbledore deserves it sometimes.
One thing I want to make clear, is that this story isn't about Harry being all mighty and powerful. The elemental powers he'll have won't be super magnificent either at first, as it will be the beginning of him discovering what he is capable of.
R&R please
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"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...
"You are nothing, you worthless freak!"
…Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...
"You have no family; your parents are dead!"
"Please stop…", Harry moaned, cradling his head to block out the voices. He barely noticed the tears streaming down his face. Harry's knees hit the ground, his legs no longer able to hold him up. "No stop…I don't want to hear it!"
…And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not...
Anguish was overflowing every pore in his body. He knew all this already; he knew it with every part of his being. The fog around him persisted, the voices uncaring of his pain and his begging to stop.
"You don't belong anywhere; you don't even know how to control your magic."
…And either must die at the hand of the other…
"It's all your fault! You did this to my children!"
"No more, please stop, please," Harry's cries went unheard, the fog around him getting thicker with every second that went by. He forced himself to look around to find an escape. But he could barely see anything, it was so dark.
…For neither can live while the other survives...
"What have you done you monster!"
Harry barely managed to stumble up to his feet, before he was forcibly dragged back down onto the ground. He was completely powerless through the trashing he was doing.
…The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."
Faces swam in front of him, hands reached out trying to get to him. He tried to turn his face away, to close his eyes, to hold his breath…
"Harry I'm cold…do something! Please!"
"Harry why aren't you doing anything?"
"Harry, help me!"
Harry woke with a strangled scream stuck in his throat.