A Veiled Reset

by Lwa

Light wished to return to face Dark, but was held back by Lady magic Dark was giddy as they were free to destroy, but Harry Potter brought them back Now two siblings face the judgement of mother Magic and father Death, with the soul of the boy who lived watching angrily as the gods deliberate. Memories erased, time turned back, and one last chance. (Prologue to Dauntless)

3. A New Dawn

And chapter three, the final chapter of this prologue. There was quite a bit of information going on in the last two chapters. To slim it down for a recap,

Albus Dumbledore holds the souls of Light Magic, while Voldemort holds the opposite. The two powers, light and dark, have warred with each other since the time of Merlin. This spat between the two caused so much death, that the first of all gods, Death himself, intervened and set a plot in motion to bring the two back to the in between world. The two have one last chance to resolve their argument and get along in the mortal world, otherwise they will be trapped in the in between with the rest of the gods forever.

That's basically what this prologue sets up. This is the overarching plot explained before hand, so that I don't have to stop along the way and explain why Dumbledore is not exactly good. There are also new spells that I am including in this story, some which serve a purpose that was lacked in the original Harry Potter series, and others that serve a different purpose.

Anyways, let's get back to this three chapter prologue, with this installment- "A New Dawn"

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"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

A flash of green lit up the small nursery, the green glow of the killing curse reflecting off of the iris of the child's eyes as his entire world was consumed.

The thread that anchored the baby's soul to the world thrummed as the curse approached, resembling a spectral flame that would burn the thread away.

But it was for naught.

The green flames were snuffed out as a black spectral skeleton flowed out of the child, leaving his soul intact while reaching for the tiny fragment within Lord Voldemort.

Unseen by both child and dark lord, the specter ripped the tiny fragments of soul in half, shoving one piece into baby Harry's forehead, and cramming the other back into it's original host.

The dark lord screamed as his body exploded and his soul was banished from the house, leaving the unconscious form of a baby Harry Potter to remain.

"Good luck, child of Ignotius. May your spirit hold firm."

The specter of death vanished as pops sounded from outside the house.

Albus Dumbledore strode into the destroyed nursery to find the unconscious body of a baby nestled in their crib.

"Albus! Albus is everything-"

A red haired woman ran into the nursery. "Oh my magic… is the baby-?"

"No Molly, the boy lives. His parents are… gone. I'm afraid that we have lost this battle…"

"Truly? Then he has won?"

Albus looked up at the gaping hole left in the side of the house. "No… his magic lingers, but it is faint, as if he was sent away by something…"

"The boy…"

"We have found something that he fears, but we have lost the Potters… and after I fought so hard to gain their support. Molly, return to your family, you are with child, I should not have brought you in the first place."

"But what of the boy?"

Albus gently picked Harry up out of the crib. "I will place him where nobody will look. He will grow up and be loyal to our cause, but until then, we must hide our time. Lord Voldemort will return, that much is certain, it is only a matter of when."

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Miles away, a man with scraggly black hair and a bit of scruff panted as he pursued the man he once thought of as a friend.

Peter Pettegrew slipped between boxes and ran around pillars as he ran through the streets of a small muggle village.

Rounding a corner, Sirius Black raised his wand and shouted a spell, catching the man in the back.

"Stop running Peter!"

The pudgy man squeaked as he stood up.

"Sirius… please, I had no choice!"

"LIKE HELL! TURN AND FACE THE CONSEQUENCES YOU COWARD!"

Peter Pettigrew twitched, an idea blooming in his mind. "Consequences? Consequences? YOU SHOULD SPEAK IF CONSEQUENCES!"

Sirius stumbled back as the man fired spells of every manner at him.

"You come after me after sending James and Lily to their graves?"

Sirius growled. "You're mad!"

"Confundo!"

The confounded charm struck Sirius in the head, inducing a feeling similar to being high. The man began to giggle as his vision swam.

"Come now Peter, you can't possibly think that will stop me!"

Peter Pettigrew winced as he sliced off his finger, before pointing his wand at a patch of dirt. "Bombarda maxima!"

The blasting charm hit a gas main as Pettigrew apparate away, the crack of his apparition being drowned out by the roar of the massive explosion.

Sirius was thrown into his back as the world erupted. As his vision cleared, he was made aware of the arrival of several wizards as the cracks of apparition sounded around him.

"Sirius Black, you are under arrest-"

"Oh hello Dawlish!" Sirius giggled, getting to his feet. "You aren't still pretending to be an auror are you?"

The wizards surrounding Sirius raised their wands. Dawlish stepped forward. "You have until the count of three, Black."

"Ah… I see. You brought your other death eater pals!" Sirius chuckled. "But eight on one is a bit unfair…"

Dawlish gestured to Sirius.

"Ah yes, fine. Take my wand then, I will go peacefully to the ministry. But before that…"

Sirius raised his wand to the sky.

"GILGARAMUS!"

The death eaters stared as a golden light filled the sky, twisting the clouds into the image of a shining phoenix carrying a sword.

"You didn't really think that the death eaters were the only ones with a mark, did you?"

"Stupefy!"

The world of Sirius Black went dark.

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"Are you sure about this Albus? The boy will be safe with these muggles?"

"They are his last blood relatives, there is no other way to put up the blood wards."

Minerva McGonagall pursed her lips in disapproval. "But surely there is somewhere better Albus! I have seen the way these muggles behave! What they do is no less dangerous to him than the dark wizards and-"

"Silence Minerva. He will stay here. He must."

The witch looked pitifully upon the slumbering baby. "Yes Albus… I lost myself for a moment."

"It is quite alright. Come now, we must go. Let the boy grow into a true wizard."

Minerva nodded and walked away with Albus, leaving the boy who lived out upon the doorstep of the Dursley family, where he would remain until discovered the next morning by Vernon Dursley, leaving on his way to work.

The coming years would be torturous. The child would be tormented and groomed by evil minded muggles until he broke, until his mind became home to another.

But until then, the boy who lived, soon to become the one who is two, would remain sleeping upon the front stoop, the runic scar upon his forehead glowing as the magic within it settled, a bit of a once proud man's soul, now twisted beyond belief by the workings of something sinister.

The wind howled, rattling the dry leaves that still cling to trees that Octobers night. Those who looked into the sky may have seen a shining green skull, or a golden bird in the clouds. For some, they were just illusions, but for those who knew of Dumbledore's secret order

The Phoenix was a sign of hope.

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A shorter chapter, but the main meat of this prologue was the void.

Anyways, this is the prologue. Keep a look out for "Dauntless" hopefully coming soon.

Until then

Mischief Managed.