Prophecy Realised
"Monster!" jeered a voice in the crowd.
The trial was underway and Harry sat, chained in the chair, trying to drown out the voice of his mother's screams.
The word monster is just a matter of perspective. Beings considered dangerous to humans are termed Monster. They are feared because they are stronger. Harry thought as laughter erupted in the Courtroom.
He never thought he would reach the point where he had no choice but to unleash the curse. He had always thought about doing it. He had planned to do it. It was his dream to see it unleashed. And now, when the moment had come, he realised he was only going to go through with it because his hand was being forced.
Andromeda was shouting something and Harry spotted Daphne defending him on the stands but their efforts meant nothing to him.
Right now, his mind struggled to purge the sight of his mother – pleading and begging for his life to be saved and shielding him from an evil man with snake like eyes and a cruel high pitched mocking voice.
Move aside silly girl.
His mother's pleading had a severe effect on his green. It began to pulse with dark energies and his breathing quickened. There was a dull ache in the centre of his chest.
The phoenix patronus made a pass around Harry and his thoughts returned to him. Harry glared at the dementors. He could see inside them and it was nothing. There was just a black hole that was hungry for magic. All around them magic was slowly drained into a void that felt like the antithesis of Harry's understanding of what he called the Void. To him, the void was comfort. The void inside the dementors on the other hand was terrible. When they focused their powers on him, he relived the worst memories of his life and the one scene that repeated over and over again was the evil man murdering his mother and then turning his wand on him.
You're the one destined to defeat me? The voice mocked cruelly at him.
Harry growled under his breath and closed his eyes. Focus, he commanded himself. But it was hard. He was feeling those emotions he had felt when the man from the forest had brought the green out of him. This time he wasn't going to let it control him.
The dementors got another shot and he saw the red hair of his mother shielding him from a monster. Her screams resonated in his ears and his head drooped as he clenched his jaws to try and block out the voice. It was of no use. He recognized the feeling in his chest as love. It had crippled him before. He was not going to let it take over him again.
The effect the dementors were having on Harry was not unnoticed by Dumbledore and a few others close enough to observe him.
Lord Voldemort noticed too as he seemed pleased. He stretched out with his mind and touched his enemies mind earning a startle from the old headmaster.
"Is it time Albus?" he asked in Albus's mind. "Is your little rebellion going to play attack now?"
Dumbledore tossed aside the touch of legilimency and calmly eyed Voldemort with disapproval. On the inside he was counting down the seconds. Voldemort was expecting an attack. Of course, he had planned ahead. Five more minutes and Amelia would bomb the telephone booth entrance sky high. It was time to see if muggle weapons of destruction were as dangerous as they sounded.
It was an open secret to all in the room. News had been filtering down from person to person since last December. The dark lord had returned. He had taken over the Ministry and planned to carve out a piece of Britain that witches and wizards could openly call home. It was a dream most purebloods had long given up on and the return of Voldemort sang the tune of an independent country united under a true pureblood wizard.
Only a minority opposed this idea and they had become a part of the rebellion. The rebellion believed in equal rights for all magical creatures and peaceful coexistence with the muggles in continued secret. The muggleborn army gave Voldemort an opportunity to wipe them all out at once and with their strength and size, he needed an equally powerful force and had found that in Goblins and Werewolves. No Knights would be joining that fight. He preferred the muggleborns and goblins killed each other. Then the Knights would swoop in and take them all out to complete the annihilation of the old world. That was the dark lord's plan and he was content to wait in the court room bantering words with the old headmaster while his plans came to fruition.
Once the dust was settled he was going to offer Harry a choice. Join him and dwell deep into magic unknown or die with the rest of the scum. Somehow, Voldemort had a feeling Harry would choose to join him based on all that he had heard about the boy.
"Mr Potter."
The pointless q&a had finally reached the point where Harry had to answer for himself but Harry was sitting with his head down and not twitching.
"Mr Potter!" Mafalda Hopkirk shouted. She was judge appointed for this case as the incident came under the purview of underage magic and Hopkirk was trusted to be a fair judge.
"Order the dementors back," Andromeda hissed furiously.
Harry had planned on unleashing the desert curse in the courtroom. He knew with his current capabilities it would not cover the grand scale he desired but it would be enough to trap thousands of witches and wizards within it. It would be enough to teach these snivelling miserable creatures what true power is.
That was his plan before experiencing the hellish mental torture of the dementors. He was struggling to keep their magic at bay. The many patronuses that guarded the crowd and even Dumbledore's patronus could not see the true nature of the dementors. They were not afraid of the patronuses or even repulsed by them. It was too much green energy for them to take it at once. They did it slow and steadily which is why they also took their time to suck the cores out of humans. Harry could see colours from the patronus, from all the humans, even the wards, slowly gravitating towards the dementors and get sucked under those dark, dangerous hoods.
Suddenly they backed away and Harry felt the pressure of their attack evapourate into nothing. He was able to breathe again. His colours burnt bright again and his green glowed equally strong.
It was a shock to his system and he felt different. Like he was complete. Was it the euphoria following the horrible attack? He could feel his mother inside him. He felt her unconditional love protecting him.
Sirius frowned in the witness stand. Harry was looking strange, he thought. He's genuinely smiling. What's going on?
Harry raised his head and opened his eyes.
The audience gasped. His pupil had turned pure white and the iris was fading.
Even Dumbledore and Voldemort were surprised.
Suddenly a boom echoed faintly inside the courtroom and the ceiling shook, sending fistful of dust and cobwebs tumbling down to the floor.
Many gripped their wands. The attack had begun.
Outside, above the surface, fire streaked high in the sky followed by a mountain of smoke as a massive explosion tore a hole in a relatively vacant part of London.
Its booming echo was heard and the smoke could be seen from almost all over the city.
Sirens began to ring out loud. Police and Paramedics began to converge towards the explosion. Was this a terrorist attack? They all thought with worry and fear. However, when they began to get close to the source of the fire, they suddenly remembered far more important things to do and turned around and left.
Strange news waves began to spread like wildfire through the country and across the world. Terrorists had struck in London but no one seemed to know why or even go near the source. A supernatural power was at work. Conspiracy theories began to run wild by the time Amelia and her army invaded the Ministry of Magic.
"For freedom!" she screamed as black robed witches and wizards began to pour into the atrium from the huge hole that had been blown into the ground and through the toughest of wards.
For freedom! The rebellion fighters thundered behind her and hundreds began to rush into the ministry with their wands raised and a war cry on their lips.
Waiting for them in equally large numbers were Aurors and goblins. Amelia Bones was the first to die when a red cloaked werewolf dug its sharp teeth into her neck, slipping past her guard with incredible speed, and tore her head off.
Bodies clashed into each other and in seconds the atrium was flooded with magicals whose only goal was to tear their opponents apart. With their hands or wands, it didn't matter.
The Ministry had turned into a battle zone and the bodies began to pile.
Magic.
It had always been about magic. The wonder brought upon by magic into a material world full of pain and suffering.
Harry Potter loved magic. Not just the breath-taking products of magic but with the true nature of magic itself. He hated the perverse way it was used and considered it a terrible insult to a power that was so much more than just spells and enchantments.
Magic was alive. Magic was conscious. Magic understood.
Harry had realised magic was a language. Then he discovered it was sentient. And when he met with Dragons, he discovered magic was always speaking, waiting to be heard. Desiring to be truly communicated with.
Spells made by wizards were a poor means of communication. It was one sided. Magic was never truly heard.
Harry never realised it until his green was forced open with pain. It led him to discover what a mother's love felt like and the answer that he had been looking for.
It couldn't be explained. He just understood.
All his selfish desires began to melt away. His identity began to disappear in the euphoria of finally touching the source.
Reality became a shadow and Harry entered into a realm of magic.
He was standing in an undulating sea of white that felt like it was moving with an endless force, reaching out beyond the horizons in all directions. The sky was white and when Harry looked down on his body, he realised he didn't have clothes on and his skin was glowing white as well.
Harry's mind had let go of desire and found something more. "They don't understand," Harry whispered.
His glow turned green and the world around him changed green, the wind that was still felt pleasantly warm and magic agreed with Harry.
The sea turned blue and Harry's glow followed and then turned green and red.
"My journey is not complete," Harry murmured. "Only death closes the curtains on my journey. You understand don't you? I am human."
The sea beneath him began to appear turbulent and its colours rapidly cycled between green, red and blue. It was hypnotic. Magic was talking to Harry and Harry understood.
"I want to teach them about you," Harry argued. "Isn't it lonely here?"
The turbulence ceased and the sea and sky turned clam and violet.
"Will you help me?"
The world turned red. Magic had agreed to lend a hand.
Power unlike anything Harry had ever felt before began to fill his nerves at the speed of a running tortoise. Reality blurred back into his mind and he felt magic reach into every organ in his body at a microscopic level and intensity.
He had to focus on the dream to not lose control. Magic saw his dream and Harry felt the dream begin to morph as magic adopted his Will. Harry's didn't deny magic. Magic had its own mind and was free to influence his dreams.
The people before him came into greater clarity than ever and all of them were staring at him with wonder and fear in their eyes.
"Am I so frightening?" Harry asked softly, his voice reaching every crack in the room with cold clarity.
Everyone felt like they had just been whipped with Harry's words. They hurriedly gathered their thoughts and almost all of them sneered down at him.
Dumbledore and the others fighting for Harry felt worried and afraid.
"HA!" screamed Bellatrix Lestrange from the audience. "You're just a ickle baby in need of my special love!" she cackled. Her purple eyes were alive. She could sense it. The slow crawl of power building up inside her Lord's enemy. She laughed madly. What was the boy planning? she thought. She couldn't wait to confront him.
Bellatrix's mock ignited the crowd and jeers began to pour down on an indifferent Harry. His eyes had returned to green from the momentary white and to all others he looked like a normal boy. Confident, serene and absolutely unconcerned about the events surrounding him.
It was the unconcern in his eyes that made them angry and hateful towards him.
With a few words, Harry had made them all actually look at him and attempt to digest his words. They were completely out of context with the trial but they all understood something deep within them.
There was only one power in the room. They all realised it and denied it with all their heart.
"Order!" shouted Malfoy. "Order in the courtroom!"
"Mr Potter. You were asked a question and the law demands an answer!"
Bellatrix felt it first and then Voldemort and Dumbledore felt it. There was something vast engulfing the room, making them feel like they were about to fall into a dark inescapable chasm. Something powerful was radiating from the boy chained in the chair before them. Those white eyes had meant something. What was going on with the boy?
Dumbledore recognized it as what he had felt when he had tried reading the magical notes left behind by the desert in the forest. His mind spun as it linked all the pieces of Harry he knew, trying to understand what Harry was doing and how magic was responding to him and why? All the conclusions his brilliant mind came to were not positive. To begin with Harry had ignored all that he had said and was going to attack before the signal was given.
"What question?" Harry asked politely. His mind was strained to its limits with the flood of power that was filling his organic cells and slowly permeating out of his body like vapours of fire.
A rumbling sound from far outside echoed in the courtroom and many tensed. Everyone had their wands out. It could happen at any moment. A magical confrontation between Voldemort and Dumbledore.
A conflict spanning decades in its first head-on arrival.
"Do you challenge this court's judgement?"
Harry remembered why he was here. All for the sake of bottomless egos.
"All of you are worthless," Harry said. The magic was building up now. It was obvious. Those in the front were beginning to feel it. They could feel something pure. Something they felt like they had long forgotten was a part of them and they could not believe they had been missing it all this time. "Magic you can touch and instead you waste it on games and politics. Pathetic."
The feeling began to spread faster and a pressure – like wind turning on them from all directions began to press down gently and steadily increasing in strength. Soon everyone in the courtroom could feel it and were transfixed with wonder.
Dumbledore and Voldemort realised with shock this was not something wonderful. This was terribly dangerous. It was some kind of a spell and it was gaining tremendous power at alarming speed.
Sirius Black was the first to spring into action.
"Whatever you're doing Harry! Stop it now!" he shouted.
They heard a howl. A howl, not of sound, but of magic.
Voldemort pointed his wand at Harry to incapacitate him and Dumbledore stood in the way with a loud "NO!" and summoned a shield to stop the red stunner.
"Fuck," breathed Sirius in horror. The first spell had been cast. Voldemort and Dumbledore glared at each other and for a moment there was complete silence before Bellatrix laughed madly and blew the head of the man sitting in front of her.
Blood, brain, bone and fluids splattered the people before everyone burst into action. Spells began to fly and screams began to drown amidst magic that was twisting into runes as it was guided by Harry's will, stretching as far as it could go, replicating and spreading all over the city and beyond.
Harry could no longer think. He held on to his dream of the desert and magic took over the rest of his dream, changing it, as it grew to understand him.
In the burst of fighting Daphne Greengrass took careful aim and with accuracy Bellatrix would be proud of, cast a piercing curse at Lucius Malfoy's neck from behind his back.
Dumbledore and Voldemort had snapped into action and were duelling each other with ferocious speed. Sirius was picking out Walpurgis knights while hiding behind an upturned witness stand and was concentrating on keeping the dementors away from him and Harry while the monsters began to feast on everyone else.
Chaos had engulfed the courtroom. Harry saw it all. He stopped moulding when he couldn't take the power anymore.
It was time. Time to let go.
Harry closed his eyes, surrendered to the Void and his consciousness was lost to time and space.
Alarmed shouts pierced the room when sand began to burst out of the floor and walls.
Outside the ministry, in Diagon Alley, where the second battle was occurring, confusion reigned the ground beneath their feet began to crumble.
The web of magic continued to spread with no intention to stop.
No one in the entire city understood what was happening. The Earth was shaking, the ground beneath them changing. They panicked. They didn't know where to run. Thousands hugged their family closing their eyes and praying this was all a dream. Terror swept the land as an unknown calamity befell them.
Building and bridges began to fall, losing the strength of their foundations. Automobiles sank into the sand. Lakes and ponds began to dry.
Every conscious soul knew they had to run. They had to escape. But there was nowhere to go.
Hell was rising from the depths of the Earth.
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When meaning returned to Harry's mind, the first thing he felt was weakness. His body ached and he couldn't sense anything apart from the ache of feeling like there was no magic left in his bones.
He then realised he wasn't breathing and the lack of air was causing more pain, he opened his eyes with a snap and gasped in a sharp intake of breath.
He felt sick and drained. He groaned and rolled on his side to empty the contents of his stomach but nothing came out but spit.
Harry moaned and tried to look ahead but his vision was blurred. He fell back on his back and began to take deep breaths.
One, he tried to count. Two, control over his breathing returned. Three, the pain began to settle into a dull ache. Four, feeling other than pain returned to his skin and he felt the soft surface he was lying upon.
His fingers curled and he felt cool sand slip between the gaps.
For a moment Harry stopped breathing again. …. Was this? …..
The world began to sharpen into focus and his eyes recorded an awe inspiring starry pattern of the night sky that took him back to the memory that had been etched in his mind for three years, consuming his dreams every night since then.
Harry pushed himself into a sitting position ignoring his body's scream of protest. He had to see it.
Cold winds helped his focus and his breath was taken away.
"So beautiful," he whispered in wonder.
White sand stretched as far as his eyes could see and sparkled like diamonds under the soft shine of the moonlight. Skeleton remains of a metal city rose tall in the dark sky casting a long shadow on the sand dunes that had overtaken a prosperous world.
Harry smiled a smile of pure joy.
He had returned to the desert.