Chapter 13
Betas: Draven, Old Man of The Mountain
– Harry –
Ah, Room of Requirement, how I missed you.
Speaking of missing, more dummies! Can fight this time would be great thank you.
Just as I thought about it, the room shifted and quickly created multiple dummies, a massive target on its chest, a 'wand' on its hands, and wheels for legs.
I prepared myself as I already knew from experience that they started immediately. After a few weeks I could dodge spells from one of the dummies quite easily, with only some struggling with two dummies. Thankfully, the dummies only 'fired' spells that changed colors, so I had to wear a primarily white outfit, so that I could easily see where I was hit.
Name – Harry James Potter
Level – 56 [Exp – 12%]
HP – 96%
SP – 76%
MP – 82%
I'm level 56 now, not bad after only a year but I know that it's going to be harder to level up later on. It says a lot that I'm just slightly winded from 2 hours of intense training. Imagine what I can do after the physical ritual.
Everything else was going fine, I was going to choose Ancient Runes and Arithmancy, maybe Care of Magical Creatures, so I was already reading ahead on those. In Charms, DADA, and Transfiguration, I was confident that I could cast every spell on the syllabus but I didn't know the exact spells so that's what I have been focusing on.
Since the mind ritual, magic was much more effortless for me. I could learn a spell in a minute and I would try, and succeed quite easily, casting the spells silently.
And speaking of spells, I dismissed the dummies, which were replaced with a single target.
I smirk as I open my hand and create a fireball.
[Fireball]
Creates a ball of fire that can be launched
Fireball is probably one of, if not, the most iconic spell of all time. As such, I tried to make it.
The fireball itself hovers an inch from my open palm, before I 'threw' it. I went through the motions of throwing it, without actually touching it but it seemed as if the fireball knew what I wanted and followed my palm and then launched itself towards the wall.
The fireball exploded on impact, leaving around 3 feet radius of red hot stone walls.
That was so fucking cool. I created another one and started blasting some training dummies.
Other than training, I spent countless hours reading through the Hogwarts Library and the RoR for any texts related to Parselmouths, Parseltongue and anything serpents. I hadn't much that I already didn't know with meta knowledge but I did find some things that were interesting.
Firstly, familiars actually existed but weren't as op as fanfics said. The difference between familiar and pet is when a wizard bonds to an animal and vice versa with magic aiding them. There's no ritual, no meditation, just growing as a person with a pet and that will eventually create a bond that would allow them to feel faint emotions from each other.
Familiars? It's just friendship with pets but with extra steps.
So having a basilisk familiar is out of the picture for now.
Secondly, I learned from a book that all Parselmouths had access to Parselmagic. From what I understood it was the same idea of casting spells except in Parseltongue, all texts talked about how Parselmagic increased the potency and power of specific spells. And everything ended there, there weren't any texts that I could find in the Hogwarts Library.
And speaking of Parselmagic, it seemed as if there weren't any spells that were written down as texts only described the effects not the incantations, most of the knowledge was either lost or hidden away.
The one fact that I did find out however, was that it needed no wand, the ability to speak Parseltongue was enough to learn Parselmagic, and the texts surrounding its training told of how much more difficult it was than wand magic.
There just was too much unknown right now about Parselmagic, it required much more than the already censored limits of Hogwarts. So regretfully, I put studying Parseltongue on the back of my priorities.
What a world that I spent more time practicing for Quidditch than I did researching ways to understand magic.
It was a cold day in November when we had our Quidditch match, the weather was calm, clouds were silver and not a chance of rain in sight.
My team went into position and I took the opportunity to meet one of the Hufflepuff's chasers staring right at me. I raised an eyebrow as the other chaser looked away in embarrassment, a rookie mistake because as soon as he wasn't paying attention Madam Hooch threw the Quaffle.
I took the moment of indecision from the other chasers, as I quickly pulled up grabbing the Quaffle and doing a barrel roll towards their goal. As soon as I grabbed the Quaffle, the opposing chasers flew after me immediately, but they were hampered by the fact that Anna and Olivia were breaking their momentum trying to catch up to me.
The Hufflepuff chasers stopped their pursuit to avoid getting bumped by Anna and Olivia as the duo tried to catch up to me. They bought me some time and I was already getting quite close to the goal, I locked my eyes with the Hufflepuff keeper as she saw me heading towards the goal. I faked her out with a shot to the left goal, when I actually aimed for the very right.
"GOAL! POTTER SCORES THE FIRST GOAL IN THE GAME! FOR RAVENCLAW, BRINGING THEM TO TEN-ZERO!"
I looked over the opposition as they held grim faces, seeing their faces I smirked a bit to myself.
"Hey!" Jamie said, grabbing my attention as he flew near me. "The hell was that?"
"They were distracted, so I took the opportunity for the goal." I explained myself.
Jaime looked at me for a second before he shook his head.
"Be thankful that your broom is as fast as it is," Jaime said, looking over as Madam Hooch prepared to start the game again. "Keep to the formations, they were right by your tail if it wasn't for the other chasers."
After that, we quickly stuck with our practiced formations quickly making use of the Hufflepuff beaters who were outclassed by Jaime and John Roberts, who was the other beater, managed to hurt the Hufflepuff seeker, who I wasn't sure was Cedric.
Either way between the beaters who were outclassed, the seeker who had some injuries the only threat was the chasers and while Anna and Olivia were around the same level as the Hufflepuff chasers, I was not.
I was slamming into them, stealing the Quaffle in their arms and flying at speeds provided by my broom to the goal. Chaser, as a position, is limited by how far a player could throw the ball and be accurate enough to hit a goal.
Throwing the Quaffle in the air and doing a maneuver to use the momentum from my broom to hit the Quaffle into the goal. Essentially imagine if I decided to drift a car so that I could do more damage, except I'm trying to hit a ball to a goal.
I celebrated my latest goal that I did with a backflip when I suddenly dodged a Bludger, aimed at me. The Bludger whizzed past my head, as I flew a bit to make distance, I looked at Roberts who shrugged, and I looked back to see the Bludger stop suddenly and hovered.
Uh oh.
The Bludger, a literal ball of iron charmed to knock players off their broom. Seeming to hone in on me, the Bludger quickly came speeding towards me, denting one of Hufflepuff's goal posts.
The noise and sight only made people look at it again, as the Bludger immediately started chasing me through the air, I tried to lose it through the air, diving, weaving, even going zig-zagging through the goalposts and it still kept following me.
I flew and briefly saw something, before it collided with me. The collision caused me to crash into the stadium field, I couldn't hear anything except high pitched ringing and felt my body being sore, but as I did I realized that I collided with Cho who was half-laying down and that the Bludger was about to go through her to get to me.
Quickly I tackled her to the ground, and I felt an impact to my left leg. I immediately went down, and felt some pins and needles in my eyes, as tears burst through. It hurt.
I could feel the pain on my leg when I looked up and felt fear seeing the Bludger going up higher and I quickly took out my wand and just before as it started descending I casted the blasting curse at it.
I saw the spell impact the Bludger turning it into sparks, relief flooded me as I layed on my back in the stadium. Cho kneeled beside me, grabbing my hand and saying something? Olivia and Anna were right there beside her. I could vaguely see some of the other players getting Madam Pomfrey.
The Bludger impacted my left leg, it stung worse than I ever thought it would. I tightened both my hands, my right hand gripped my wand tight, my left holding Cho's own, as she tried to soothe me.
I remained calm despite it all, as I laid in the stadium with chaos surrounding me.
Name – Harry James Potter
Level – 56 [Exp – 23%]
HP – 34%
SP – 34%
MP – 98%
That was too close. Far too close for comfort.
After that disaster of a quidditch match, I threw myself into my training obviously. Ironically two weeks after the quidditch match, the dueling club was announced.
Naturally I decided to go, so I made my way to the Great Hall. The Great Hall was vacant of the usual four tables for each of the houses and instead had a long dueling platform in the middle with students piling in to surround it and a crowd of students already occupying the room.
Already I could hear speculations of who was going to teach, some Ravenclaws bragging about the fact that our Professor Flitiwick was a Duelling Champion.
"Gather around everyone." Lockhart said, walking on to the stage.
The hall suddenly crowded around the stage, as Lockhart stood on top of it.
"Can everyone hear me? Can you all see me? Excellent." Lockhart said, smiling largely at the mass of students.
I tuned him out, because most of what he was saying was just repeating from what I remember. Looking around the Great Hall and easily spotted Snape at the end of the table opposite of Lockhart.
I was surprised to note that there were more teachers in the room than in canon, Professors Flitwick, McGonagall, Sprout as well as Madam Pompfrey were seated at the side of the walls.
Looking to the stage and actually paying attention, both professors started by demonstrating the disarming charm. Lockhart embarrassed himself by easily being disarmed and thrown back against the wall.
He tried to save face by explaining that he wanted to 'provide a demonstration for the students', after that embarrassing moment, he quickly set up a localized Duelling Tournament restricting the students into their respective years. The duels began earnestly when the students were sorted into their brackets, and a Head of House was refereeing.
My first opponent was Goyle, using Observe as I'd rather have confirmation than anything else.
There was also another thing to note.
Name – Gregory Goyle
HP: 100%
General Threat – Low
Personal Threat – Very Low
The Game was changing without notifying me, which would have been more welcomed otherwise. Similar updates also happened to my skills and most of it removed all the numbers and it was much more instinctive? If that made sense, I gained a skill, and I intuitively knew how to use the skill, and I could actually feel the difference now between each tier.
Goyle and I started with the standard bow and then went into our duelling positions. I was a bit lax as between my extensive repertoire of spells and superior body, I was resting assuredly in my victory. And in a few seconds, I was right. The next few duels were just as easy, most falling to my volley of spells. Except for some notable ones.
Daphne Greengrass was the next Slytherin I fought after beating Goyle, and she did not disappoint. She was quick to cast, with amazing aim. However, with her casting abilities being as fast as it was, the quality of her spells was below standard. Most of them would hit and incapacitate, but not as efficiently if one simply took the time to cast them slower. Which was her mistake.
There was only one opponent left, Su Li. While we were dueling, I had to admit. She was well above average for a first year. Despite her impressive ability to cast spells with ease and strength, she was lacking in pure magical prowess. She opted to strike hard and strike fast, but she didn't have the reserves to do it, which resulted in my win.
If I was honest, I actually liked it. Maybe because it was the fact that I was basically so magically ahead in all of my opponents, even the upper years, that it felt like bullying. Maybe it was also the fact that Lockhart was basically floundering around, giving out what seemed like advice, but was just bullshit. Thankfully he didn't approach me.
Which is a small mercy as far as I was concerned.
– ? –
Peter Pettigrew was not exactly the man, you wanted to do a job for you. He was weak-willed, cowardly and would rather run from a fight than join it. A stark contrast to his house, then again, maybe the sorting hat put children in the houses they wished they were.
As much as he would have liked to ponder those thoughts, they currently didn't matter. Stuck in an infant body after living in the body of another was another low he had experienced, ever since he met Harry Potter.
Now those were thoughts worth pondering on, how could a child defeat him at his prime? The most likely answer was something the Potters did before, he distinctly remembered pointing his wand and casting the killing curse.
And yet, something caused it to rebound into him.
Leaving the target nothing more than a scar on his forehead, and the body of the greatest dark lord crumbling, his soul and very being surviving only due to magic itself.
Nevertheless, the next time he would see those eyes, he would be prepared.
As Peter sat down the dark lord's current body, he couldn't help but glance at a marble headstone.
Tom Riddle.
He couldn't help the disgust that welled up within him reading the name.
Think of this as my last goodbye, Father.
Eventually Peter was done with the preparations.
The massive cauldron holding a potion necessary for the ritual began bubbling. Only then did Peter speak.
"I-It is ready, Master." Peter said, stuttering over his words.
"Do not stutter during the ritual." He said, his voice raspy.
Peter carried his current body to the cauldron and lowered it in.
As Peter dropped the body, the dark lord could feel his body aligning with magic, as the liquid inside made it easy to break down my current host.
"Bone of the father," Peter said, panting over his words as he felt the magic stir within the cauldron. "Unwillingly given." Peter continued, as he levitated the bone into the cauldron, doing so, causing the bone to inflame mid-descent before splashing down into the liquid.
The dark lord could feel the bone being broken down before the magic quickly spread out its effects from the cauldron.
"Flesh of the servant," Peter drew a ritual blade from his jacket before preparing himself. "Willingly sacrifice." he finished, slicing off his hand and screaming.
As the hand fell, the dark lord was surprised that the ritual took the hand, as he had expected that Peter was unwilling to sacrifice his hand.
"And blood, of the enemy," Peter said, using one hand to withdraw the small vial that contained Lily Potter's blood. "Forcibly taken." Dumping the vial into the cauldron.
"The dark lord, shall rise again."
As the blood fell into the cauldron, it turned colors from the previous teal to a deep magenta, and fire quickly spread from the bottom of the cauldron to quickly enveloping it.
The flames itself burned the cauldron as a new form emerged from the cauldron turned melted metal.
The Dark Lord has risen, again.
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