(I though of this one day, so I decided to get it down on paper. It just went from there, as of posting this I'm working on chap 7 along with my other fic. Just want to see if its work continuing, I felt as though it was an interesting idea. I took some inspiration for Ouroboros, but it goes of into its on thing. its different enough for it to be unique however some similarity's may appear. reviews or criticisms of any kind are welcome. )
Chapter 1
Harry Potter found himself running from Dudley and his gang yet again. During this summer he had managed to duck and dodge him. This led to him spending most of his summer outside when he wasn't doing chores or other such tasks for his aunt. Harry's breathing had started to become heavy, looking behind him he saw that Dudley himself had long disappeared. He lacked the endurance that Harry had. There were only two who were still pursuing him. He didn't trust that he would be able to outpace them, so he decided to cut through the local park. This was done in hopes that he would lose them after breaking the line of sight.
He was ducking and weaving through the groups of people out with their families and loved ones. None of them ever stopped Dudley or his gang. To the adults, it was just boys being boys, the children who knew Harry and Dudley from school wouldn't speak up due to fright. The summer weather was truly pleasant, if it wasn't for Harry's constant vigilance he would have taken some time to just sit and enjoy it. He had abandoned the beat and path after making his way through a particularly large group of people. His skinny physique and small stature allowed him to move in crowds with ease. A skill he was most thankful for as it had saved him from beating many times.
As Harry headed deeper into the wooded area he turned his head to check if he was still being followed. At that moment he tripped on the protruding root of a tree, he fell head-first into a particularly sharp rock which sat in the middle of a grove of trees.
CRACK!
Blood gushed from his head. In an instant, the life began to drain from his body. Just like that, life was extinguished before it could truly begin. The blood pooled around Harry's head. The sharp moss-covered stone; which had prematurely ended the life of the small boy, began to suck the blood which had pooled around Harry's lifeless head. Strange shapes and symbols carved into the stone began to flicker to life, the light from the symbols was a bright crimson. A large amount of magic began to exit the stone. It disintegrated any moss which covered the stone in the centre of the grove. A circle of strange symbols on the edge of the clearing began to glow. The glow from the circle was a cool aqua blue.
The body of Harry began to float. It flipped Harry's body over so that he was facing the sky. It had positioned itself so that his heart was directly above the stone. His blood which had littered the ground was all but gone, absorbed by the stone and the magic it possessed. A mix of blue, purple and orange tendrils shot out of the stone and latched onto Harry's still heart. The mortal wound on his head began to stitch itself back together. All the small shards of bone, which had been lodged in his brain returned to their original place. His still heart began to beat a steady but slow rhythm. A small white light left the stone and entered Harry's gaping mouth. Upon entering His body jerked and his mouth closed shut.
The symbols on the stone began to dim. The light was slowly fading from them. Harry's eyes began to flutter. The tendrils began to relinquish their grasp on Harry's heart. His body began to slowly return to the ground. Before he could return to the ground the light from the stone had flickered out. The tendrils were all gone, the only thing which remained was the glowing circle on the edge of the grove. Upon touching the ground the light from the circle of symbols began to fade.
The soul's new eyes opened, and his large pupils began to contract once the light hit them. He let out a gasp as if breathing for the first time. His heartbeat was getting stronger and faster with each beat. He was panting heavily. His eyes were darting around, observing the sky and the branches of the trees. The next thing which returned was his hearing. He could hear the faint chirps of nearby birds. This was quickly followed by his sense of smell. He could smell the scent of the dye from his clothes entering his nose. Soon after he could feel the ground, the hard earth which was beneath him. As well as the slightly itchy and large clothes which he was wearing.
He had done it, he returned from death. The soul inhabiting the body which once belonged to Harry Potter was an ancient warlock. From a bygone era. Curious about the future of magic. He created a ritual to house his soul in a stone. It was housed in the middle of a druid's grove which he had created. The ritual would use the blood of a person and link the soul which lay dormant in the stone to the body. It would have fused with the soul which was already inhabiting the body. This would ensure that the body wouldn't perish due to having two souls residing in it.
The Grove would conceal the ritual circle until a suitable host was found. At this point, it would compel the person on a subconscious level to head toward it. He had assumed that the person would be alive during the ritual. However, his reluctance to leave things to chance caused him to install some safety measures to ensure that the body would be alive.
He only had one chance if the ritual failed it would have caused his soul to pass. When he had fused with this body the soul was exiting the body ready to pass on. His soul managed to cling onto a few fragments, none of which the soul would miss. This gave him access to the memories of the original host.
In his former life, his name was Felix. He did not possess the wealth or prestige required to be given a family name. He was a powerful warlock in his day, however, he mostly stuck to himself. He could fight but seldom did so preferring to research the arcane fields of magic. Due to this, he wasn't well known amongst the magical and non-magical. His memories were foggy and the details were not as clear as before. He remembered a good portion of them and most of the important events, but smaller details and some of the knowledge which he had accumulated had become too unclear to recall. A side effect of the ritual.
The memories of the body which he resided in were that of a Harry Potter, a boy who lived with his aunt and uncle and their paunchy son. He lived with non-magical people in a non-magical area. They seemed to hate him for what they called his "freakish nature" Harry didn't understand why. Felix on the other hand knew perfectly well why, his magic although from what he could understand from his memories magic seemed to be all but gone. None of the people had any magic.
They seemed to regard it as fiction. His relatives seemed to know of his magic and they feared it. Felix had heard tales of such things happening back when he was alive. Magical folk were feared among some groups of non-magical folk. In some places, they would kill those with magic. It happened very rarely. They believed them to be the source of their misfortunes. This was rare; it mainly happened among small groups of Christians. They had come straight from the roman empire. Their missionaries would try to convert anyone who would lend them an ear. During his time it was not very widespread in the lands. However from what he could see from Harry's memories it had spread across the whole country.
His relatives were never physical; their abuse was mostly mental with some punishments and neglect of his physical needs sprinkled in. The latter would usually happen whenever he would perform accidental magic, or do something that did not fit their paradigm of a perfectly normal family. It was this neglect which led to his stunted growth and slightly malnourished body. Something which was hidden by his large clothes which didn't fit him.
His body's age was 9 turning 10 soon. After stepping out of the grove he could feel how thin the magic was in the air. Even this close to an ancient grove, albeit one which hadn't been tended to for quite some time. The magic in the air should have a larger presence than it currently did.
He began to walk back toward his home. Once he had rejoined the path he was startled by a man rushing toward him with a worried look on his face. The man began to examine him, asking him questions which he couldn't quite make out. It seemed that his hearing hadn't fully returned yet. The matter wasn't helped by the speed the man was speaking at. It took Felix longer than he would care to admit for him to realise that his clothes and no doubt his head were still stained with blood.
"Yes that would be cause for alarm," he thought to himself
" A child with blood-stained clothes with blood on his head. It seemed the ritual didn't absorb all the blood, the thin layer which clung to my skin and the blood soaked into his clothing had remained. In my excitement, I didn't inspect the grove. If I did, I might have found some blood on the ground." Felix mused to himself while trying to think of some sort of way to get out of this. If this matter was brought to the attention of his relatives; they would suspect magic and would attempt to punish him. Perhaps he could put a simple enchantment on them to make them more agreeable. He could weave it into their clothes, however after thinking about it he realised it would not be realistic nor is it efficient. To enchant all articles of clothing would take more magic than his juvenile body could muster. It would also have to be reapplied after a couple of days a week at most.
He snapped back to reality once the words of the man started to become coherent.
"Are you alright son?" He said in a strong but concerned voice.
"Yes sir" Felix replied in a higher pitch than he was used to.
"How did you get covered in so much blood?" The man asked.
Felix thought ran a mile a minute he had no explanation for the state in which found himself. It might lead to the authorities becoming involved or at the very least his relatives. The people in the neighbourhood already questioned his mental state thanks to his aunt and uncle. This situation which he seemingly had no explanation for might lead to them declaring him mentally insane. He did not want to spend his time in a mental hospital. From what his aunt and uncle had told him, they were not a pleasant place. Granted they had been threatening him whenever they talked about it. It was mostly painted in a negative light. Yes, they often threatened to send him to the "loony bin". However, he didn't want to find out how valid their claims were.
Suddenly an idea popped into his head. If he laced his words with magic he could put the man at ease and convince him that there was nothing wrong. He didn't need to give a very detailed explanation, just enough to let the man's imagination fill in the blanks. If he laced his words with magic with the intent to convince and reassure Felix might have a reasonable chance to get out of this situation without any questions being asked. He had seldom done this in the past, without considerable practice it would have little to no effect on anyone with any magical person who had some semblance of training in the mental arts.
But on a non-magical, it would have some effect. Felix focused on pushing the magic to his voice box and his tongue before he spoke.
"Don't worry everything is fine, I just tripped and fell," Felix said.
His words had given the man pause to think.
After a second or two he spoke " Ok, you don't need to call someone. Your parents perhaps."
"No, I'm quite alright sir," Felix said in a respectful tone.
"If you're sure, you best go home and get cleaned up," he said with a small amount of doubt and suspicion on his face.
"Ok, I will thanks," Felix said quickly running past him. Vacating the area before the magic wore off. He quickly ran home making his way through the back alleys and deserted streets to ensure that no one would spot him and start asking questions. Once he reached number 4 privet drive. He made his way round to the back garden. There was a tap installed on the outside of the house used mostly for gardening purposes. The water was ice cold. Felix didn't mind though he had taken enough baths in cold water to not care too much. From what he could see from Harry's memories he was much the same but for different reasons. In Felix's time, it was tedious to prepare hot water for a bath. Except for the winter he didn't see the need. Harry however was forbidden by his relatives from bathing in hot water. They didn't want to waste more money on him than they had to.
After washing his face and head of blood. He took his shirt off and began to wash it. By the time he was done, he had removed most of the blood. There was a very faint red tint to his grey oversized jumper. He made his way back to the front door and walked in. After walking in he was greeted with the screeching voice of his aunt.
