Disclaimer: I ain't J.K Rowling don't expect a multi million worth story
"Well this fucking sucks" one Harry James Potter said to himself as he was quite literally being kidnapped in his own home. He had been enjoying a rather nice cup of hot tea (no sugar) feeling rather smug about publishing another never before seen invention when some kind of portal of obvious demon origin swallowed him up in seconds not even giving him time to catch himself. Quite disrespectful honestly.
Now here he was clearly going on a one way trip to hell for some crazy reason, there was just one issue though and that was "why the hell is it taking to so long" he said with a sigh
With continuous use of a timing spell he knew he had been traveling for at least 2 hours and counting. He couldn't help but think 'this is why people are so afraid of hell huh? Being bored to death'
He had already tried apparition as evident to his now displaced eye in the floating jar locked in a stasis charm. He had no wish to try his luck with portkeys lest he explode merlin forbid.
With no other options of escape he decided to entertain himself by conjuring up some ghost with his resurrection stone. Funnily enough he could randomly pull anyone if he didn't concentrate and it truly led to some amusing situations.
Anything to distract him from the fact that he was now dying by aging in reverse.
Using the mind arts to keep his mind from lingering on that topic he immediately rubbed the ring and waited as the appearing silhouette formed.
The newly formed ghost looked around calmy then to the jar before focusing on the living person before him sitting mid air in meditation position he posed but one question
" Child have you ever heard the story of the Wise Guru Laghima?"
Albus Dumbledore had done both great and terrible things in his life to many to count however for once he hoped that this would be something he could proudly call a success.
When he had been aproached from the Potter and Black family he had been truly happy. During the end of Voldemort's first rise he truly did them a disservice by not being there to confront Voldemort even when he knew Voldemort would attack them.
Instead someone of his stature had been fooled by a simple polyjuice potion and imperio curse. Had he not picked to go to the Longbottom's hastily in a foolish rush of impatience not only would both Young Neville and Harry be alive, he would have been able to contain Voldemort's weakned soul ending this conflict for good.
However there was no more time to entertain his foolish thoughts "My dear in all my time of living this alone will be my greatest accomplishment even if none but those in this room will know." as he finished drawing out the 999 pronged runic circle.
Lily Potter said nothing looking at him with a deeply practiced mask of stoicism though her thoughts were the opposite ' To think we needed to bring a man more than 100 years old to complete our project... Voldemort may be wrong about most things but he was on to something when he said Magical Britain has gotten weaker'.
"Thank you Professor Dumbledore for your sacrifice please know we will never forget it and once Voldemort is destroyed we'll be sure to make sure the world knows" James Potter said in sadness gazing at the living legend giving his life away.
"No need my boy, I'm just glad i was able to help even in my condition." Dumbledore rasped in pain as the magic from the hocrux slowly took effect.
The occupants in the room all winced at the sound once righteous anger turning to deep shame at seeing the man at his worse and still asking for more of him.
"Professor" one Bellatrix Black uttered lowly. She a woman who deeply respected magical strength and knowledge couldn't help but feel like shit. She who always ran her mouth about all those around her being weaklings couldn't help but feel ash in her mouth at the fact she was sacrificing a man who already fought and won a war, while also supressing another Dark lord with his presence just because the younger generation didn't match up.
Even if anyone in the room truly hated Dumbeldore they all knew the man who was a pacifist at heart truly had it hard.
Simply because no one else could measure up to him all responsibility fell upon him to defeat those who were in the same league as him. Had even just one person be able to measure up to what this man accomplished at their age they wouldn't be having these problems alas.
"Do not despair my girl, with my sacrifice here today we will be able to free Brittain from terror that Voldemort has become and usher a new age of the magical world." He coughed blood as the runes covered him from head to toe.
"Dark aligned families, light aligned families and the neutrally aligned all came together in a effort to destroy the threat that has plagued us all and I won't even be here to see it."
Dumbledore closed his eyes in bitter sweet regret a tad bit of selfishness coming to the surface before he ruthlessly destroyed it opening his eyes he intoned
"Its time"
It had been 5 hour's now and even with the mind arts he couldn't pretend to be calm anymore. He had conjured a mirror 2 hours ago and realised he regressed to his 14 year old self.
From the age to 20 to 14 in just 7 hours. His heart was palpatating with fear, his mind protections crumbling, his true thoughts readable on his face in a way they'd only been when he was younger.
He couldn't help but despair. There was no fun to be had. No Ghost that could help him. No friends No inventions or anything. Just him, his eye, ring and wand.
Looking down he fingered his wand contemplating suicide as a means of escape rather than to die by becoming a fetus.
Looking to the opposite side he fingered the resurrection stone one last time summoning the last time before deciding whether to off himself and lo and behold .
"Professor Dumbledore it's good to see you"
"I'm afraid I haven't the slightest clue who you are my boy" Dumbeldore said his eyes twinkling madly at the intriguing scene before him.
"...Huh?"
"Its coming" Sirius Black Said as he covered the Professor's Corpse gently with a white sheet looking at the portal.
Everyone got out there stupor and went to there positions all 7 individuals went there positions each far away from the portal each with a different glow to there wand ready to confront, restrain and hopefully not destroy the would be saviour to there world.
'How the fuck did i get dragged into this nonense' One Lucius Malfoy couldn't help but think. His mind clearing at what he assumed to be his soon death
Summoning a entity of unspecified power or allegiance, threatening, begging, controlling, or possibly killing said entity to get them to destroy Voldemort .
'It's insanity why did I go along with this? Fear for my wife, son and daughter? Or was it the allure of pulling off something that won't be able to happen again in the next 5000 years? Perhaps my family's surety of getting in the alliance after this? Whatever it was it was stupid because this is where i die'.
He thought grimly
"IT'S HERE MALFOY NOW!" roared one Daniel Greengrass
"Dammit! Imperio!" Lucius Roared pouring every ounce of his magic into that spell with surety that he wouldn't be useful after this spell.
"Let me get this straight. You sacrificed your life to bring about a unholy amount of magical power to facilitate the use of a summoning spell with the instructions of bringing someone who would bring the end of Voldemort and wouldn't needlessly harm innocents. You and seven others decided bringing a unknown entity into your world to kill Voldemort of all people?"
Harry said with a bit of pity at the situation, awe at the balls on these people and far more amusement to the fact that they could summon something so much more terrible than Voldemort.
Harry was a bit of a mad scientest but even he knew you Do not fuck around with summoning magic. If soul magic had a rarity attached it would be Mythical like the extinct Elders Dragons.
Summoning magic? Multiply Soul magic by 100 take away 790 then throw away all the numbers and know soul magic was completely and utterly fucking rare. A completely unstudied branch of magic becuase of the massive amount of Death tied to the subject.
Apparition? Portkeys? Floos? All derivatives of summoning magic. The amount of bodies needed to even aquire these magics could not be counted and in the end they still failed. They could only reverse engineer accidental magic from studying children.
Dumbledore took off his ghostly glasses realising he could see without it and rubbed his eyes saying
" In hindsight perhaps not the most sane option"
Harry smiled "No kidding I'm more suprised you went through with it Professor"
Dumbeldore smiled sadly looking at the familiar boy wistfully before saying
"You're right of course but I suppose in my hurry to atone i became blinded by the true dangers and didn't seek to warn my students"
"Though my boy to be fair this ritual would never work in another 5000 years so i can understand their excitement at the thought of something like being fate's work to destroy Voldemort"
' Indeed it does sound so' Harry thought.
' a bit to convenient for my taste though personally i would never but who am i to talk' He said looking at his now 13 year old self.
"Though my boy it would seem I'm the only one sharing about my situation" Dumbeldore said stroking his beard trying desperately to figure who this child was and how he got what he surmised was the resurrection stone.
Harry blinked and smiled" Indeed I was rude for not introducing my self allow me to rectify"
"You may call me Harry James Potter son to Lily and James Potter, twice destroyer of Voldemort, Curer of Squibs and Werwolf kind alike and the master of all 3 Hallows. How do you do?"
Harry said with with wide smirk when he saw the Professor's eyes widen.
'Indeed Lily and James your son would have grown to be quite the handsome intelligent young man' Dumbledore thought in sadness greedily taking in the sight of the child he failed.
"It would seem Professor that we have come to a end of our journey" Harry thought as he saw the light coming towards him
Dumbeldore perked up looking backwards to see he was right instead of feeling happy though all he could feel was discontent. He finally got to see the child he failed couldn't it have been a tad bit longer?
Harry looked straight ahead facing his death with no more thoughts just lamenting the fragility of existence.
'Though death sounds alot like the Imperius spell? Weird' He thought before actually realizing he got hit with a imperio.
"You've got to be kidding..."