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Summary – "The last enemy that shall be destroyed is Death". Fates have been cruel on a green eyed boy with messy black hair. But what if the Fates were not the only heavenly entity with a sown interest in him. No soul escapes Death. Death is the end and the beginning. He should have died but lived. The boy-who-lived - a curse or a blessing. A child grown without parents love and a childhood filled of pain and abuse. The Peverell have risen again. Odds must be evened. Dementors kiss harry at end of Prisoner of Azkaban. Scar Horcrux is destroyed. Sirius makes a stand. Harry comes to know of the manipulations and machinations around him. House of Peverell rises. The Potters and Blacks have united. Odds are evened. It's a fight for all. Magicks are learned. Allies gained. Strategies plotted. At the end it comes to one boy turned man with the Power-He-Knows-Not.
Features an Independent Harry! Harry in Training! Grey Harry! Intelligent Harry!
Mentor Flamels
Good but misguided Dumbledore. Some Weasley and Hermione Bashing.
Harry/Daphne fanfic.
Lots of duels, battle, and arcane magic. Spell Creation. Wizarding Politics. A splash of romance. Some comedy.
Spells – Expecto Patronum – Italics.
Spoken words and conversation – "Hi, my name is Potter, Harry Potter."
I do not own Harry Potter. All Harry Potter rights reserved to J K Rowling.
Deathly Fate
Chapter 1 – Death's Kiss
"The terrible thing about death is that it transforms life into destiny."
Cold
The air grew thicker. The sky was starry with a full moon. Death had just begun its dance.
The screaming of a women with red hair and green eyes grew louder as flashes of green appeared before his eyes. He was helpless not being able to think of a single happy thought to summon the Patronus. Sirius lay beside him weak and frail, the dementors having a stronger reaction to his already terrorized mind and weak magic. The screams of expecto patronum continued as Harry tried to protect himself and his godfather.
Sirius felt despair catching him as he was about to fail Harry a second time, yet again his recklessness putting his godson's life in danger. This was the second time his decision to put his revenge against Peter before safeguarding his godson's life had come to bite him back. He couldn't help but remember James as he saw through his closing eyes his godson trying to protect them. He could only hope that James and Lily would forgive him in afterlife. Alas, he knew it was only hope. They had trusted him; made him their son's sworn godfather and he had failed them. The weight was crushing on his shoulder as he remembered the one-year-old boy zooming around on his toy broomstick his bright green eyes alight with laughter. If only he had a second chance, he swore to give his godson the life he deserved but it was only hope as his eyelids finally shut and he slumbered into the realm of Morpheus.
As Harry saw his godfather's eyes close, he screamed and in renewed spirit tried to cast the Patronus as he moved back to shield his godfather. He hoped Hermione had safely reached inside the school and called Dumbledore and the staff for help, warning them of the current situation. It was his decision to send her back to castle as he ran after Sirius in hope of ensuring her safety. As he stepped back, his shoe caught on a stone, and he fell his wand falling of near his side. Dread filled his eyes as swarms upon swarms of dementors descended upon him and his fallen godfather. The screams got almost unbearable. As the dementors approached him, he scrambled for his wand hope still not lost. His scar was bleeding. Slowly he gripped his wand between his trembling finger trying to somehow cast the Patronus. He cursed his life for not having enough happy moments to fill him with the emotions to cast the spell successfully. He knew of no true love the power that Dumbledore had said saved his life. All he knew was pain. All he hoped for was a family. The thought of family brought a smile on his face. How one day he might be able to grow away form this. Maybe future had love for him in its chest locked away. But was it truly possible for him to be loved by someone when everybody until now sought nothing but their benefit from him. Death was in his face but the thought of finally meeting his parents in afterlife made him somehow look up to it. If death was his faith, he would surely welcome it with open arms, but not before making death try its hardest to take his soul for him. In a last attempt of vain he lifted his wand to cast the spell. As the incantation was on his lips the dementors came up on him. He could fell their swinging cloaks and as he looked up beneath them all he saw was never ending darkness. As the dementors descended to suck his soul a sudden pain in his scar made him double back and scream. Blood oozed out his scar. It felt like his head was on fire. Pain like he never knew withered his body and his eyes flashed red. Dark ghostly substance broke of his scar and got sucked off by the dementors. He was trembling, gasping, holding on for the last breath, his lungs were on fire, it pained and hurt to the point that he felt he could no longer feel pain and hurt. Again, he lifted his wand, and with the last of hope left in him screamed "Expecto Patronum". Suddenly white fog descended form his wand. It twisted and turned and took form of an ethereal white creature and charged forward. The air grew warmer and filled with hope and happiness. Harry closed his eyes and fell to the ground catching a last look at the galloping creature an odd smile adorning his face.
The ethereal white creature rushed around the clearing driving the last of dementors away. The dementors fled as they felt a surge of magical power filled with hope, love, and happiness from the creature as it charged their ranks. The creature galloped back toward the fallen form of two humans.
Sirius Black felt happy. It was like his best friend was hugging him after winning a quidditch match, or after a well pulled of prank that no one could point blame at them. His eyes opened, Harry as his first thought. He looked up to see an almost blinding white light. As his eyes adjusted to the brightness, what he looked at left him spell bound. He saw a white ethereal creature gazing at him through judging eye. Tears fell from his eyes. The dementors were gone. The air was warm. As he looked around the fallen body of his godson caught his eye and the reality of situation sunk in. He rushed, trembling and tripping, his legs hardly able to carry his weight.
"Harry, Harry, Harry …."
Sirius rushed to his godson and shook him. Agony filled him as he got no response from the fallen boy. Trembling, fearing the worst he put his ears on his chest. Relief filled his chest as he felt the heart beating and a slow breathing escape his fallen godson.
As the cold gave way to warmth in the starry night Sirius realized that he still was a convicted man, Peter free and he had no way to prove his innocence. He needed to do something quickly. His Auror instincts kicked on and though exhausted and weak he did not want to go back to Azkaban. Harry needed him to weed through the wizarding world an its machinations. He had to find a way to escape Hogwarts and be free an available to help Harry. Contemplating he decided to give into a choice he had long avoided.
"Kreacher," Sirius called.
A frail looking creature with bloodshot eyes and blading head with white hair appeared.
"Blood traitor master called Kreacher."
"Kreacher take me to Grimmauld Place quickly."
"Blood traitor master orders Kreacher. Oh! Such a dishonour to the great house of Blacks. Mistress would be disappointed to have blood traitor master back. Mistress cast blood traitor master out of the great house of Blacks."
"Kreacher my mother was not the Lord of the house and had no right to cast me out. Grandfather Arcturus named me his heir and as such after his passing I am the Lord Black, and you must obey my command."
"Kreacher knows. That is why he was summoned at the blood traitor masters call."
"Take me to Grimmauld Place and make sure no one is able to trace me back to Grimmauld Palace."
Grumbling Kreacher caught Sirius on arm and disappeared with a pop.
Harry! Harry! Harry!
A/N -
First Chapter Done. Please leave reviews. The story will roll out an much of new stuff will be introduced in next 2-3 chapters. Please do not hesitate to contact for suggestions and recommendations. Much focus will be given on graphic training, duels and battles.
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