The Voice

The Voice's inner thoughts

"Parseltongue"

'Thoughts'

"Speech"

For as long as Harry could remember, there had always been a voice whispering advice in the back of his head. Since he was a child running away from Dudley and his gang, the voice with its silky-smooth voice was always whispering advice.

Run that way

Imagine being on the roof

Curl into a ball and protect your chest

When he had asked his teachers in primary school if he should have a voice giving him advice living inside his head, they had waved it off saying that was called a 'Conscience'.

Well, if everyone had one, then Harry had the best one as once he got to the magical world, it really took things to the next level in terms of helping him. Stuck on an essay? The voice would give him another couple of inches worth of material. Going to stop Snape from stealing the Philosopher's Stone, the voice provided ignored proof that Snape was not that type of person.

Fighting a basilisk, the voice was firmly against the act and begged Harry to simply let the Weasley girl die and make new friends. Preferably with someone who has a better work ethnic and was less jealous. This was also the same voice that had all but demanded that Harry get revenge for Hermione not even a day or so before the fight with the giant killer snake.

An attack on our associates is a direct attack on us. Such unjust actions shall be met with an equal display of force

'But I'm like 12 and don't know how to display an 'equal amount of force' or whatever' thought Harry

Maybe a little more time studying, and a little less time spent slacking and we would be further along in our climb to being the mightiest wizard of this generation.

Upon killing the massive snake and spending the plenty of nights in the Hospital Wing, the voice ended its silent treatment.

I understand that you are a Gryffindor through and through Harry, but that does not mean you have to act in a manner that shows that you're the most Gryffindor of them of all Gryffindors. Maybe, do not stab a snake with the deadliest venom ever in the mouth, next time. I have grown rather fond of you ... and living.

All throughout his Third Year, the voice demanded that he master the Patronus Charm, but Harry found the charm either too taxing or was unable to generate the happy memory needed to cast it.

Am I not enough for you Harry? Are we not friends enough for that feeling to let you cast the magic?

As much as Harry wished that were the case, it never was enough. But he tried and tried, just as the voice continued to ask, but he never really managed to gain enough mastery of the charm for the voice. That was until the day he needed to;

And there were the dementors. They were emerging out of the darkness from every direction, gliding around the edges of the lake... They were moving away from where Harry stood, to the opposite bank... He would not have to get near them... Harry began to run. He had no thought in his head except his father...

Come on my dear Harry, you know the truth

It had to be him... Harry was certain of it. And if it was his father, he had to know, had to find out... The lake was coming nearer and nearer, but there was no sign of anybody. On the opposite bank, he could see tiny glimmers of silver - his own attempts at a Patronus from the past.

Come on Harry, you are far more powerful than you are giving yourself credit for, you have the potential to be one of the greatest Wizards to ever walk the planet.

There was a bush at the very edge of the water. Harry threw himself behind it, peering desperately through the leaves. On the opposite bank, the glimmers of silver were suddenly extinguished. A terrified excitement shot through him - any moment now - "Come on!" he muttered, staring about. "Where are you? Dad, come on -

Harry, there is nobody coming to help you. It is just you and I here.

But no one came. Harry raised his head to look at the circle of dementors across the lake. One of them was lowering its hood. It was time for the rescuer to appear - but no one was coming to help this time - And then it hit him, the voice was correct as it always seemed to be. He had not seen his father - he had seen himself.

"How do I do it, how do I cast the spell?" whispered Harry to himself

Provide the power, I will guide you. Lean into me, Harry. I will not allow you to fail, I will not allow you to die. I will not accept anything but greatness from you ... from us

Harry nodded as an out of body experience started as he stood up from behind the bush and with an air of confidence, he pulled out his wand.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" yelled Harry in a sort of dual voice, the voice in his head joined him.

Instead of the silvery mist that he was used to, there was a big bright ball of light that exploded out of the end of his wand and Harry gasped as the ball of light slowly morphed into a brilliant impressively big Stag that stormed the mass of Dementors and drove them away.

You were right in a manner after all Harry, your father was known as a prideful Stag that went by Prongs as seen on the Map

'How do you know that?' asked Harry

The voice never replied, and Harry became distracted by Hermione tugging him along, his question lost in the whirlwind of events unfolding before him. In fact, Harry didn't think of the question again, the voice had been with him as long as he could remember, perhaps since he was a baby. The voice had seen things that he could not remember, he was certain of it.

"What's that?" Snarled Vernon, staring at the envelope Harry was still clutching in his hand. "If it's another form for me to sign, you've got another -"

"It's not," said Harry cheerfully. "It's a letter from my godfather."

"Godfather?" sputtered Uncle Vernon. "You haven't got a godfather!"

Repeat after me Harry

"Yes, I have," said Harry brightly. "He was my mum and dad's best friend. He's a convicted murderer, but he's broken out of wizard prison and he's on the run. He likes to keep in touch with me, though... keep 368 up with my news... check if I'm happy..."

And, grinning broadly at the look of horror on Uncle Vernon's face, Harry set off toward the station exit, Hedwig rattling along in front of him, for what looked like a much better summer than the last.

That lasted about 2 days, the weekend to be exact. The voice woke him up bright and early on Monday morning.

You have rested enough child, I believe that it is best that you start to take things more seriously, as I had been urging you to.

Harry opened his eyes with a groan, his blurry vision filled with the ceiling, the soft pink hue of the morning sky spraying across the ceiling, clashing with the white paint.

'Is it not a little early to be starting?' thought Harry

Laziness is the enemy of success child

Harry couldn't argue with that logic, mostly because he felt like arguing that being lazy would not fly with the voice. The voice had never really been rude or mean to him, had never caused him pain or anything like that. But it had been stern with him, always pushing for him to be better, to work harder. The Patronus episode showed him that the voice clearly had his best interest at heart or voice box.

'What should I be learning?' asked Harry

We do not have access to casting magic in this muggle neighborhood, but that does not mean we cannot learn magic. You are quite the wizard when it comes to the practical side of magic, but it is time for you to put in the work to become more balanced. Do you know what makes people like Dumbledore and The Dark Lord stand out? Not how many spells they know, not the power they wield, but the fact that they are and were so heavily in tune with magic. You need to increase your understanding of magical theory.

'Isn't theory a bit more boring? How helpful can it be?' questioned Harry

Understanding the theory behind magic is crucial for wizards for several reasons my young friend;

First is efficiency and mastery. Knowing the theory allows wizards to perform spells more efficiently and effectively. You have to understand the mechanics and principles behind each spell, enabling you to be able to manipulate the magical energy of each spell with greater precision.

Second is innovation and adaptation. A deep understanding of magical theory empowers wizards to innovate and adapt spells for various situations. This would allow you to modify spells or create new ones by applying theoretical knowledge creatively. When faced with magical challenges or anomalies, wizards with theoretical knowledge can analyze the situation and devise appropriate solutions. This ability is essential for overcoming obstacles that may not have straightforward answers.

Third s to prevent mistakes. Without understanding the theory, casting spells can be risky. Wizards might inadvertently cause magical backlash or unintended consequences. Knowledge of magical theory helps mitigate these risks by ensuring proper control and application of magical forces.

Overall, theoretical understanding enhances a wizard's proficiency, creativity, and ethical responsibility in using magic, making it a cornerstone of their magical education and practice.

Also, because I said so

Harry could not argue with the last part

Do you know what the difference between a spell, charm, and curse are?

Harry bit his lip, that was a rather good question. What was the difference between the three?

Spells are more general branches of magic such transfiguration and alchemy, less rigid guidelines for the magic being cast but also require more focus and intent required, you need to be able to envision the outcome to get it to work.

Charms are about casting your internal desires and influence outwards, think about the stunning charm Stupefy or Protego the shield charm. The Stunning charm requires you to have the desire to knock out the other person while the shield charm requires your desire to not get hurt to be broadcasted outwards.

Curses are purely offensive magic, they hold no real defensive properties. You will find the cutting curse, the tripping curse, the blasting curse all do one thing and one thing only.

Harry soaked in all the information that the voice was giving him; it had clearly been paying attention in class far more than he had been himself.

'Ok, so magical theory it is. Where do I begin with that?' asked Harry

We need to get to Diagon Alley and get a book about the art of dueling, preferably something from between 1910 to 1955. You'll find a lot of information about Dumbledore's style of dueling in those sections

'Why Dumbledore?'

Dumbledore for all his flaws is one of the most powerful wizards to ever walk this planet, there is no one that you should want to emulate in a fight more.

'Not even Lord Voldemort'

You should banish the very idea of ever fighting like him from your mind child, you do not wish to be so limited in your attack. Dark Magic can be powerful, the emotion and intent required to even cast the spells demands that it be powerful. However, Dark Magic is so easily sensed, and the foul magic leaves a metaphorical stain on your person. For every dark cutting curse, the normal cutting curse would accomplish the same thing with a slight overpowering of the spell. Dark Magic limits the mind, you don't want to feel like the only option is attack, you want to defend, misdirect, retreat. Offensive magic is great, but it is not the end all be all. Sometimes it is better to take a simple step to the side of the mountain rather than to try and blast through it.

'Are you certain?'

Think about how dumb dark magic can be, you are famous for surviving the Killing Curse. Yet if the Dark Lord had simply dropped you out of a window, there would have been no rebounding of the spell and he never would have fallen the first time.

'I never thought about it, all I've ever learned about Dark Magic in school is that it is powerful and dangerous magic'

Magic, itself, is a powerful thing, it's one of the things that make being a witch or wizard so valuable. Your family dislikes and fears you because they do not understand the fact that if you really wished to, you could get rid of them with but a whispered word. You would never do that because it's wrong, but that doesn't matter to them. You are the same thing as those muggles with the magnified glass burning ants alive from when you were younger. They do not understand why you do or do not lay waste to them; they just understand that you can.

As the days passed, Harry became aware of how much about magic he didn't know about. The voice helped him slowly start to understand things such as wand motions, how curses were mostly filled with slashes, spells were mostly jabs or points, charms were some variation of swish, flicks, or twists.

Harry found himself taking notes on just about everything the voice was telling him, it seemed to have another otherworldly understanding of magic. It was almost as if having a personal Dumbledore inside of his head, providing him notes about magical theory.

'So how do I enchant things?'

You are not ready for that

'If you say so, but I still want to take notes on it'

You are finally getting what people such as myself have always felt, there is always something more to learn

'I don't know about wanting to always learn more, but I should know more than nothing about most topics'

I agree, you are from a very detailed and historical house. Not some magical royalty nonsense, this is not a children's book. But your family has been around for dozens of generations, several hundred years at the least.

'Am I the last of them? The last Potter?'

I do not know, you are the only Potter that I've heard about in recent times. The last ones before you would be your parents. You do have several relatives from the Black family still around. Your Godfather is a not-so-distant cousin of yours. As is Draco Malfoy for the matter, but the blond brat is not worth associating with.

Petunia looked at Harry through the small gap she had created by opening the door, the messy haired nephew of hers was scribbling down something without ever reading or saying anything. Was he writing a book? Was he even capable of something like that? He was turning 14 years old soon, but she never took him to be all that bright. He seemed a bit unfocused, but she hadn't seen him say anything in several days. Yet, he always seemed to be deep in thought, it was starting to get concerning.

She was not delusional, she knew that they had never treated him all that well. But they had also thought that they would be able to bully the magic out of him. That had failed and now, he was clearly on the way to being a full-fledged wizard like his parents before him.

Would he take kindly to the manner in which they had treated him? Probably not, but maybe she could change that with a simple kindness?

She knocked on the door and she felt a spike of guilt at seeing the small boy flinch from the sound of her knuckle tapping on the wood of the door.

"Hey, I know that Summer break has just started, but did you want to go somewhere else? You don't have to stay coped up inside of the house or your room" she said softly

Harry opened his mouth before he closed it, his brow scrunched together as if he was trying to listen to something far away. Was that a wizard ability? Super hearing? Petunia wasn't sure about that, Lily had never been all that attentive when they were kids.

"Can I spend the rest of the break in Diagon Alley again?" asked Harry after a moment, his voice wavering and timid as if he was asking for his friend and not himself.

"Sure, if that's what you want" said Petunia as she realized that her nephew would rather pay to live in a hotel then live with them for free for the entire summer. And if she wanted to be shown any kindness in the future, she should probably allow that to happen, especially if he was continued to be this weird.

That was all it took to make her nephew smile as she helped him pack his stuff up and took him down to the Leaky Cauldron, where he booked a room for the rest of the summer.

Harry lay flat on his back, breathing hard as though he had been running. He had awoken from a vivid dream with his hands pressed over his face. The old scar on his forehead, which was shaped like a bolt of lightning, was burning beneath his fingers as though someone had just pressed a white-hot wire to his skin. He sat up, one hand still on his scar, the other reaching out in the darkness for his glasses, which were on the bedside table. He put them on, and the bedroom around him came into clearer focus. He was still inside the room that he was renting.

You had a vision it seems, something that is very problematic.

'I saw Wormtail and I think that was Voldemort'

You might have, but I would tell you that it's hard to say. That weird mutated baby thing is not what he looked like back when he was roaming around the magical world.

'What should I do?'

You should be prepared Harry. To quote the muggles, it's better to have a loaded gun than to need one.

Harry nodded, he had heard his uncle say something similar plenty of times. Despite how much Harry was not a fan of the man, his uncle was pretty good at being prepared for things in his mundane day to day life.

I think it is time for us to take things up another level in terms of your understanding magic, Harry. Grab your wand.

'Am I going to cast a spell? I don't want to get in trouble'

That doesn't apply to magical locations Harry, if that were the case, every pureblood in the world would be expelled immediately. The trace only really is to make sure muggle borns aren't performing magic in front of their muggle neighbors.

'That seems unfair'

You will find that much of life is unfair

'ok, so what am I doing?'

I want you to think about casting the lumos charm

Harry did as he was told and thought about casting the charm, careful to make the right wand motions as he did everything that he normally would have done without actually saying the words.

However, this time was different, Harry after spending so much time studying the theory side of magic, could feel the manner in which the magic swirled around inside of his body, could feel it tingle up his arm and flow into his wand, building up to casting the spell that he was thinking about.

He nearly dropped his wand in surprise when the tip of his wand started to give off a low dim light. Limited and not as bright as when he said the words, but it was still the charm being cast just by his intent, his wand motions, and the feeling of magic.

You are finally starting to get it, child. It is not enough to know the spell, it is not enough to simply say the words. Magic is about intent, discipline, and guiding the power to fit your desires. You knew everything about the charm and this time when you mere thought about it, it nearly came to be true. This is what understanding magic can help you accomplish.

Harry allowed the flow of magic to dribble out and the tip of his wand returned to normal, no light coming off the wood. He felt a bubble of excitement flood through his body as he realized that he had cast magic without any words.

There was a tap at the window and Harry saw that an owl was there, flapping its wings impatiently as it waited for him to open the window. Upon doing so, the owl hopped onto the desk and presented its leg, showing the letter that was attached to it.

Is the letter from your Godfather

Harry nodded and opened the letter, finding the letter to be rather short and to the point, much to his disappointment.

Harry,

I have just arrived at my safe house outside of England. I wish that I could tell you where I am, but it's not safe at this time. Just know that I am safe where I am and will return to the island before you return back to Hogwarts. I will reach out to you every two weeks, do not try to find me.

Keep your head down, the winds are shifting, and the magical world is woefully unprepared for the storm that is coming. I want you to try your best to improve this upcoming year. It may feel unfair that people are asking for you to grow up faster than kids your age, but you have to be ready.

Be in touch soon
Love Sirius aka Snuffles

Harry reread the letter twice more, but he couldn't make heads or tails of what was going to happen to the magical world.

Tell him about your dream in a vague manner, tell him that you saw Wormtail helping someone that he called his master

'Are you sure?'

Yes, Sirius will care about that dream more than anyone else due to what Peter did to him and your family. But also, Sirius is still a Black, he knows more about magic than just about anyone else that you might know.

'Really? He doesn't seem all that put together'

He just spent 12 years being tortured by Dementors, having all of his happiness sucked from his body day after day. He's remarkably well adjusted for someone who has suffered in the manner that he has.

Harry hadn't thought about that aspect of Sirius, Hagrid made it seem like it was the worst place on the planet. Perhaps, he really wasn't giving Sirius enough credit for surviving as long as he did and coming out as mentally stable as he was.

Harry scribbled a brief description of his dream, telling Sirius that he was spending the summer in the same place he spent the previous summer. As well as informing him that he planned on taking his education on magic much more serious (no pun intended) going forward and was already making strides to do so.

The owl that had delivered the letter from Sirius was the same owl that proudly allowed Harry to tie the letter to its leg, before giving a series of hoots and taking off through the window, flying off to deliver Harry's letter at once.

You're already up, so let's get into the books again. I think we should tackle the concept of deflecting spells.

Harry just nodded and turned to the piles of books that sat on the dresser in the room, looking for the book about dueling,

"Get up! Ron — Harry — come on now, get up, this is urgent!

Harry sat up quickly and the top of his head hit canvas.

"Huh?" he , he could tell that something was wrong.

The noises in the campsite had changed. The singing had stopped. He could hear screams, and the sound of people running. He slipped down from the bunk and reached for his clothes, but Mr. Weasley, who had pulled on his jeans over his own pajamas, said, "No time, Harry — just grab a jacket and get outside — quickly!"

Harry did as he was told and hurried out of the tent, Ron at his heels. By the light of the few fires that were still burning, he could see people running away into the woods, fleeing something that was moving across the field toward them, something that was emitting odd flashes of light and noises like gunfire. Loud jeering, roars of laughter, and drunken yells were drifting toward them; then came a burst of strong green light, which illuminated the scene.

A trio of wizards, tightly packed and moving together with wands pointing straight upward, was marching slowly across the field. Harry squinted at them, and he realized that they didn't seem to have faces. Then he realized that their heads were hooded, and their faces masked.

Black hooded cloaks … masked faces … These are Death Eaters ,,, Followers of the Dark Lord, Harry

High above them, floating along in midair, four struggling figures were being contorted into grotesque shapes. It was as though the masked wizards on the ground were puppeteers, and the people above them were marionettes operated by invisible strings that rose from the wands into the air. Two of the figures were very small.

More wizards were joining the marching group, laughing and pointing up at the floating bodies. Tents crumpled and fell as the marching crowd swelled. Once or twice Harry saw one of the marchers blast a tent out of his way with his wand. Several caught fire. The screaming grew louder.

The floating people were suddenly illuminated as they passed over a burning tent and Harry recognized one of them: Mr. Roberts, the campsite manager. The other three looked as though they might be his wife and children. One of the marchers below flipped Mrs. Roberts upside down with his wand; her nightdress fell down to reveal voluminous drawers and she struggled to cover herself up as the crowd below her screeched and hooted with glee.

Interesting, they would do that to muggles, would they dare raise their wands against someone like you Harry? Let's find out

Harry heard Mr. Weasley shouting that the adults were going to join the Ministry in breaking up the chaotic mess that they were currently dealing with. But as his voice got further and further away, Harry realized that he had gotten separated from the rest of the group.

His hand went for his wand and he found himself shouting at the cloaked figures who were taunting the muggles.

"HEY!" shouted Harry, drawing attention to himself.

Careful Harry, your Gryffindor is showing

"Oi, look at this ickle wanker" said one of the figures

Avery

"He looks like he should be in bed already" continued another one

Yaxley

"He looks like he's going ro cry" said the third and final one.

Antonio

Harry drew his wand into a ready position and said, "Leave the muggles alone"

The one that the voice had called Avery snorted and Harry scowled before he fired a red bolt of magic at Harry.

Harry for his credit didn't blink as he kept his eyes locked onto the spell and the trio of Death Eaters watched as the spell got close to Harry before slowly warping to the left of Harry, circling around his back, and sling shotting back at Avery who dropped to the ground to avoid the spell.

"That look familiar mates?" asked Antonio in a whispering tone.

"I haven't seen anyone else do that since the Dark Lord" replied Yaxley

Harry slashed his wand at the muggles, breaking the spells used on them and flicked his wand to gently float them back down to the ground, before telling the family of four, "Get behind me or get out of here"

They ran off and Avery growled as he returned to his feet, his mask stained from the dirt on the ground.

"You're ruining our fun" spat Avery

Avery's weakness is that he never bothers to shield his legs. Yaxley cannot focus on defending and attacking at the same time, Antonio only uses Dark Magic, he cannot defend himself against anyone who bothers to cast back at him. These three men are not better than you … not better than us.

Harry twirled his wand with it pointed at the ground as he banished shrapnel from all the trees and ripped up stones in the area, and just as it was mentioned before Avery's shield didn't extend much further past his knees. A stone caught him in the right leg and the crunching snap sound followed by howling swear words.

A well-placed silence charm shut Avery up and he was in too much pain to cast the spell to remove it from his being. Antonio struck at Harry with a series of black and orange spells.

The black spells will cause your blood to boil, and the orange ones will rupture your organs. The man has no creativity, hit him with something simple.

Harry used a simple school yard jinx and Antonio didn't dodge or anything as it raced through his storm of spells. It hit him right in the foot and Antonio didn't blink when he didn't feel any pain. He also tripped when he went to take a step forward as his shoelaces were tied together and Harry got rid of him with a banishing spell that was aimed at the man's shoes.

Yaxley was trembling, "Who the hell are you? Are you him? Are you the Dark Lord reborn?'

Harry tilted his head, "huh?"

"Get away from me" stammered Yaxley

A wall of fire separated the two of them and Harry looked to see that the source of it was a man who was wearing a cloak, but no mask, The cloak was enchanted to hide his face as seen by the shadows that covered it.

Yaxley ran off, using magic to float his friends away with him. While Harry looked at the newcomer, his cloaked face keeping contact with Harry's.

And then, without warning, the silence was broken by a voice with what sounded like a spell to Harry as it was not like any name he had ever heard before.

"MORSMORDRE!"

In the blink of an eye, something vast, green, and glittering erupted from the patch of darkness Harry's eyes had been struggling to penetrate; it flew up over the treetops and into the sky.

For a split second, Harry thought it was another leprechaun formation. Then he realized that it was a colossal skull, comprised of what looked like emerald stars, with a serpent protruding from its mouth like a tongue. As he watched, it rose higher and higher, blazing in a haze of greenish smoke, etched against the black sky like a new constellation.

Oh my, that is the Dark Mark. Someone is clearly a fan of ,,, the Dark Lord.

The wood all around Harry erupted with screams. Harry felt that he could understand why, with the sudden appearance of the skull, which had now risen high enough to illuminate the entire wood like some grisly neon sign.

There was a crack as a rush of purple lightning and Harry turned around and slashed through the magic with his wand, the same cloaked figure that had cast the glowing Dark Mark had cast a spell at him.

The spray of the ripped apart magic made Harry shiver and he could feel spasms run down his sides as the magic, even when not complete was powerful enough to still cause effects.

"You are the most interesting person that I've ran into today" declared the cloaked figure, "Everyone else has run away in fear. But yet, it is the mere child that provides the most entertainment"

Barty, you may not have an advantage of this man Harry,

The man that the voice called Barty slashed out his wand three times and Harry hissed as he recognized the feel of the orange spells from before. Weaving through the organ rupturing spells, Harry used his magic to transfer some of the stones into birds that attacked Barty.

Barty didn't even look around as a dome of green flames burst of his body and consumed the magically made bird, before the dome flatten into a tight belt sized ring around Barty. Harry couldn't react in time as the green flames lashed out like a whip and slapped him on the left thigh, burning through his robes and clothes instantly. Harry hissed as he felt the area of his thigh blister up immediately.

Harry started slinging stunners at the man as he carefully positioned himself behind a tree, just in time for Barty to continue his onslaught of offensive magic.

Barty has a deep well of knowledge of spells. Maybe even as deep as my own if I am being honest.

'What is his weakness?'

Stamina and power, he lacks control and will eventually pause due to his body not being equipped to just launch spell after spell.

'Got it'

Harry reached into his body and folded his magic like one would origami paper and focused on the feeling that using parseltongue, before turning all of the ripped up tree parts around him into snakes.

"Circle around him and bite at his ankles" hissed Harry as he ordered the snakes to carry out his will

The rain of spells slowly started to die and Harry rolled out from behind the tree he was hiding on as it exploded into a tsunami of splinters.

A arc of black light grazes Harry's left cheek and he could feel the gash that it caused, he could also feel the waterfall of warmth that immediately followed it. His hand cupped his left cheek and he could feel the stickiness built up almost instantly. And out of the corner of his eye, he could see that his hand was already stained red as it struggled to contain the blood oozing from the wound.

Enough playing around Harry, destroy him. You and I are not allowed to die here to some pathetic former Death Eater, destiny has a much higher ceiling for us.

Harry didn't need to be told twice as his snakes hissed before they started launching themselves at Barty with no regard for their magically created lives.

"Fuck" roared Barty as one of the snakes managed to sink their teeth into his right ankle, the snake wasn't venomous sadly. But the bite was still going to be annoying for Barty to deal with as Harry overpowered a banishing spell and sent a spray of dirty, wood, and pebbles at the man.

Barty's following snarl as he was pelted with surrounding nonsense, enough that there was tearing in his cloak and Harry could see bruising on the skin underneath starting to form already, was only a sign of things to come.

Magic washed over the area and the temperature that in the battle already felt like it was blistering started to climb. This magic felt odd to Harry, he had never once in his life felt any magic like it before. Not even the dark magic that the Death Eaters had tossed at him earlier in the night had felt like this. If he had to put a word on this increasingly growing hot magic, it was as if the magic felt hungry.

"Pestis Incendium" said Barty before his body started to shake, whether with anticipation or effort, Harry could not tell.

Flames started to spray out of Barty's wand, flames so hot that all of the moisture in the air was gone faster than the blink of an eye. The trees around their clearing burst into flames without ever being touched by the flames. The flames coiled around Barty's form, as it slowly took the shape of a large hissing snake. Harry could barely breath as the air felt too hot inside of his lungs and breathing out only let more of the lava like air into his mouth and lungs.

He could only watch as the large snake made of flames consumed his conjured snakes and much to his horror, the snake made of flames grew slightly larger.

Water erupted from his wand and Harry sprayed himself in the mouth before directing the wand back over towards the snake. Barty didn't look all that concerned with the water about to his flames that were still connected to his wand by the tail.

Harry, do not let your spell hit the flames

But it was already too late as the water hit the snake and Harry saw why the voice had tried to warn him. The snake simply absorbed the magic in the water based spell and grew larger, nearly doubling in size before Harry managed to cut off his spell.

This is not normal conjured flames Harry. This is Fiendfyre or the Fiendfyre Curse. It is among the deadly curses ever to be brought into existence. It produces powerful enchanted flames of immense size and heat that were capable of destroying nearly anything and everything in its path, taking the form of gigantic fiery magical beasts that sought out living targets. The extremely volatile and sentient cursed fire spread rapidly and incinerated nearly everything through mere physical contact. Fiendfyre required extreme skill and intense concentration to control.

'How do we stop it?'

You would have to overpower the magic that is being used to keep it going, however any magic that is used to try to subdue it will only be added to it's growing base of power. It consumes all magic that it comes into contact with, it's part of why it is so dangerous.

'What do I do?'

Let me think, there are methods that I would use that are not available to you

The snake lunged at Harry and the flames washed over him, the world around him growing into an endless ocean of angry red flames. Harry crossed his hands in front of his face, his eyes closed as he struggled to think of what to do.

'Magic, magic, magic, I need more magic' thought Harry

You're doing something right, continue doing it as I think of how we can escape this situation

Harry could feel the flames growing closer to his skin, the cocoon of pure magical intent that he had created around him was slowly being eaten by the snake.

"Give up boy, you're going to die here and now. You're in over your head" taunted Barty as he poured just a more magic into his spell, the flames moving forward on Harry's body with a glacier pace.

Harry wheezed as he couldn't pull in the air anymore, the foul taste of puke filled his mouth. His eyes were clinched tightly as he gripped his wand tightly as he slashed it and a large thunderous boom filled the area as a large transparent beam of magic erupted from the end of Harry's that ripped through the flames of the Fiendfyre before forming into a snake like figure that sank its teeth into the chest of Barty. The man's chest exploded in a spray of blood, bones, and guts before his body collapsed, folding in on itself.

Harry dropped to the ground, the warmth of the ash that filled the area was so inviting and relaxing as his body shivered from expending that much magic at once. There were pops heard as people arrived at the scene and Harry saw Mr. Weasley standing over him, a look of relief on his face as he knelt down and slowly helped Harry sit up.

"Never scare me like that again, Harry" said Arthur as he conjured a thick warm blanket with a wave of his wand and wrapped Harry in it. Harry heard a gasp as he saw Ron and Hermione come running over towards him.

Ron looked at the ash filled clearing, and Hermione dived towards Harry's sitting form as she pulled him into a tight hug.

"Thank goodness, you're okay Harry" wept Hermione before she pulled back and said, "You're so pale and cold"

"Hey that's my wand" said Ron as he looked over at the corpse of Barty, "Bloody hell mate, did you do this?"

"Grab your wand Ron, let's get you kids home" said Arthur

"Out of the way, Arthur," said a cold, curt voice.

It was Mr. Crouch. He and the other Ministry wizards were closing in on them. Harry got to his feet to face them. Mr. Crouch's face was taut with rage.

"Which of you did it?" he snapped, his sharp eyes darting between them. "Which of you conjured the Dark Mark?"

"We didn't do that!" said Harry, gesturing up at the skull, "The guy in the cloak did all of this"

"Yeah, we didn't do anything!" said Ron, who was rubbing his elbow and looking indignantly at his father. "What did you want to attack us for?"

"Do not lie, sir!" shouted Mr. Crouch. His wand was still point ing directly at Ron, and his eyes were popping, he looked slightly mad. "You have been discovered at the scene of the crime!"

"Barty," whispered a witch in a long woolen dressing gown, "they're kids, Barty, they'd never have been able to "

"Barty" repeated Harry as he pointed at the person who had attacked him, "That's the name of the guy who attacked me"

Arthur looked over at the corpse, "Crouch, this looks just like your son. The one who died years ago"

Mr. Crouch blinks as he flusters in rage, but Harry would never get to hear the rest of it as he swayed on his feet, before dropping to the ground unconscious.

You did well Harry, better than I would have at this age. But please, never put our life in that much danger again if you can help it. As mentioned before, I have grown rather fond of you and living.

'You know, I can't keep calling you the Voice'

You have never asked my name before … but you have earned the right to know it. You may call me, Junior.

A/N: Wow, what a first chapter, if I do say so myself. Hopefully the concept is something that is pretty straightforward, but I will gladly provide a deeper dive if needed for anyone who wants to know more, feel free to leave a review and I will message you back.

I don't know if every chapter will be 7k word, but it should be easily 4k+. That's my big comfort zone for righting, about 4000 to 5500 words per chapter.

If you like this story, you might wanna check out my story Snake Bitten, which is an AU with an emphasis on Magic and world building.

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