In some fics which, for some completely absurd reason, have over a thousand favorites, Harry Potter gets his magical core locked by Dumbledore. It's always Dumbledore too, never anyone else. And, in doing so, blocks special magical abilities or powers that Harry was meant to be born with.
Watch as we tear back the veil to show what would really happen if not only magical cores existed, but they could be blocked off. And as we show what would be the actual results of such terribly intrusive actions.
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Harry blinked. "I'm a what?"
"Yer a wizard, Harry," Hagrid repeated. "Have you ever just done something that was unexplainable when you were excited or frightened?"
"I got a strike in bowling once," Harry said. "When I was turned around."
"Yes," Vernon guffawed. "And what a lovely strike it was!"
Petunia and Dudley nodded in agreement.
"It was the only time I hit any pins," Harry said.
"Oh," Dudley said. "Remember that one time you threw that really good snowball?"
"He is very good at snowball fights," Vernon grudgingly admitted. "Almost as good as I am."
"No," Hagrid said. "Something that can't be explained. Like magic."
"Wait," Harry exclaimed. "Like when I made a wish at 11:11 pm for a trip to the theater and the next day, Uncle Vernon took us to see Treasure Island? Granted, it was my birthday, but it was practically magic!"
"My boy, Harry," Vernon said loudly, clapping a hand onto Harry's shoulder. "Is as normal as they come!"
"If there's anyone special here," Petunia added. "It would be our Dudley!"
The boy reminiscent of an overly fat avocado nodded. "I've been doing special things all my life. Once I shouted Kablam and this nerd got struck by lightning. Not a cloud in the sky!"
"Yes, there was," Harry said, confused.
"Shut it, Harry!" Dudley shouted at him.
Hagrid shook his head. "Tha's probably a coincidence."
Several days later…
"What?" Dumbledore asked.
"The boy is a 'undred percent muggle," Hagrid said confidently. "Even 'ad Grinde- er I mean meself check 'im. Either 'is magical core was extinguished due to tampering, or 'arry is a squib."
Dumbledore slammed his hands onto the desk. "I know you're Grindelwald's man!"
"Prove it," Hagrid said menacingly.
They glared at each other for half an hour, twitching towards their wands every couple of minutes.
"Well blast," Dumbledore said, looking directly at the reader. "I suppose it makes perfect sense that you can't just lock off specific parts of someone's magic. Almost like that is nothing remotely like how magic works. Too bad, looks like my secret plans to control the child while keeping him weak enough to remain under my power have completely failed."
Hagrid and Dumbledore looked on in silence.
"Hagrid," Dumbledore decided. "Shave the boy and bring me his hair. I shall have Snape make enough Polyjuice potion to last a lifetime."
"Haven't you abused and manipulated that poor Slytherin enough?" Hagrid asked.
"Not nearly enough!" Dumbledore explain angrily. "It's his fault for being a Slytherin and for me running out of lemon drops yesterday."
"Didn't you knock them on the ground on accident?" Hagrid asked. "And didn't you just slurp them off the floor anyways?"
"That is BESIDE THE POINT!" Dumbledore shouted calmly. "Snape deserves worse for daring to talk back to me in class twenty-seven years ago!"
"You even 'ave a lemon drop in yer beard!" Hagrid laughed.
"Do I really?" Dumbledore asked, frantically searching his beard before giving up and sucking on it.
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Harry woke up sweating. That was the worst dream he'd had since the one about Snape being his father and giving him The Talk. He was perfectly fine with the abridged version he managed to squeeze from Hagrid.
He went back to sleep completely unaware of the looming figure above him. Dumbledore perched perfectly atop his headboard, squatting and waving his wand over Harry's sleeping head.
"Lock it, lock it up," he sang softly. "Lock up that core. Lock up the core and magic no more."
His magical core locking chant complete, the Headmaster sprang away from the headboard, leaping the full thirty-foot length of the dormitory. As he sprinted full tilt out of the room, his robes freely danced around his hairy legs. His clothing being a pair of short shorts and a pink bathrobe, he was taking an immense risk running about the common rooms. As he moved, his hairless chest glinted from the moonlight shining from a window.
Filch had seen this strange sight many times, but always attributed it to his drinking problem.
After all, how could one see such things and not question their own perception? Especially with the way his sternum jutted out, his torso could and had frequently been mistaken for an Easter island head.
The young, Triwizard Champion lay, sleeping in preparation for the Third Task the next day. Little did he know, the troubles that awaited the poor child with the sealed magical core.
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The task had been going just fantastic at first. He had only nearly died three times. Now, he and Cedric were about to take the cup together. A true victory for Hogwarts.
"Heh," Cedric chuckled. "I suppose we showed those two, eh?"
"Not really," Harry said. "Krum took out Fleur and just stood there and let me take him out. All things considered, it was pretty bizarre."
Cedric shrugged. "A win is a win. No matter what it takes to secure victory."
Harry glanced at him.
"Nothing is beneath me when it comes to competition!" The Hufflepuff continued with a crazed gleam in his eyes. "I will make Hufflepuff great! I will drag it to the top, kicking and screaming if I must! I will be dirtier than any Slytherin! More reckless than any Gryffindor! More obsessed than any Ravenclaw! Nothing is too far, there is no line I will not cross to achieve my goals!"
"If you keep ranting," Harry interrupted. "I'm just gonna grab the cup without you."
They both moved and grasped a handle, the hooked feeling taking them as the portkey engaged.
"WHAHOOWAAHAA!" Harry exclaimed, still not used to portkeys.
"Wimp," Cedric scoffed, vomit pouring through his clenched lips.
They landed hard, Cedric cracking his head on a gravestone and Harry smacking face first into the cold, hard earth.
A snore like a thunder crack flew from the unconscious Cedric. The Hufflepuff had landed awkwardly, his face pressed against a gravestone and his bum sticking up.
"Where in the blazes am I?" Harry asked, dazed. "And where's my wand? I think I dropped it!"
"Kill…the spare," a wheezing, high pitched voice ordered.
"But, master," the familiar rat voice of Wormtail whined. "He is behind a gravestone."
Harry heard a long sigh of exasperation.
"First, kill the gravestone, and then the spare," the odd voice said.
"Ah, yes master," Wormtail said. "AVADA KEDAVRA! AVADA KEDAVRA! AVADA KEDAVRA! AVADA KEDAVRA!"
"Did you get him?" The high pitched voice asked.
"No, master."
"Useless WORM! Give ME the wand!"
The sound of a stick clattering on stone made its way to Harry's ears. He quickly scrambled over to Cedric and started shaking him in an effort to bring him back to consciousness.
"I dropped the wand! Bring it to me!"
"Yes, master!"
The sound repeated and a silence stretched for a few moments.
"PICK IT UP AGAIN!"
"Yes, master!"
"You hold the wand for me, I shall put my hand upon it!"
"Yes, master."
"Useless WORM! Stop moving your hand so fast!"
"Yes, master!"
"Move it slowly as I aim!"
A silence fell.
"To the left! THE LEFT!"
"Yes, master!"
"No! MORE TO THE LEFT!"
"Yes, master!"
"Yes! Exactly like that! Now hold it still!"
"Yes, master!"
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
A sickly green spell shot out and blasted a gravestone, an inch from Harry's face, into rubble. He screamed in fear.
"USELESS WORM! YOU MISSED!"
"Yes, master."
"Move it to the RIGHT! THE RIGHT!"
Cedric stood up, finally responding to Harry's efforts. When Cedric got to his feet, a blast of green energy sent him flying to the ground, dead. Harry started looking for his wand.
"A masterfully calculated attack," the high voice declared.
"Yes, master! Of course, master!" Wormtail simpered. "Do I cut off my hand now?"
"No! Chain the boy to the angel statue! The one I pointed out to you earlier! The one you called hot!"
"Uh, yes master," Wormtail said fearfully.
"Hurry up, you stupid ingrate!"
"You're stupid!" The fat man snapped back.
A heavy sense of sheer fury hit Harry like the Knight Bus. It was suffocating.
"I'm so sorry," Wormtail whispered, his fear palpable.
"I am locking you in the Cat Room tonight," the high pitched voice hissed.
Blubbering, Wormtail collapsed to his knees. "NOOOOO! Please! Forgive me, my lord! Please!"
"Stun the boy and change my nappy. Then we shall see."
"Yes, my lord!"
Harry was hit with a stunning spell just as he found his wand.
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Harry woke up, he looked around him. It seemed he was tied to the most attractive angel statue he had ever seen.
Wisely keeping his thoughts to himself, he took notice of the bubbling cauldron, Wormtail with a knife, and the baby with perfect teeth.
Harry didn't like the look of those clenched baby hands.
"Bone of the father," Wormtail said with confidence. "Unknowingly given, you will renew your son."
He carelessly tossed a skull into the brew.
"Flesh of the servant, willingly given," Wormtail whimpered, taking the knife and putting it against his hand. "You will revive your master."
He cut a tiny bit of a pinky finger off and let it fall into the potion.
Then, he turned to Harry.
"Blood of the foe, forcibly taken," Wormtail declared. "You will RESSURECT your foe!"
Harry was rather calm, a tiny cut didn't seem so bad.
Wormtail rummaged through a sack off to the side and produced an enormous battleaxe.
Harry started struggling and screaming violently, fighting against his restraints.
Wormtail's face became crazed with glee and he lopped off Harry's right arm just below the shoulder, nicking his chest.
The pain was surprisingly bearable compared to when Hermione lectured him.
The arm dropped into the cauldron and the potion boiled red, gold, and green.
Baby Voldemort grunted as he climbed a ladder stationed at the side of the pot. From there, the tiny dark lord crawled onto a tiny diving board and did a flip into the stew. As he fell in, he flashed a perfect smile at Harry. It was uncomfortable.
The potion erupted with smoke and heat and when it evaporated, Lord Voldemort stood naked in the short time before Wormtail clothed him on a sharp, three piece suit.
Harry, having tightly shut his eyes for the duration almost didn't realize when he had been cut free.
Voldemort licked his arm. Harry shuddered, and then Voldemort licked his own arm. Moments later, Death Eaters cracked into existence around the graveyard.
Lucius Malfoy appeared wearing death eater-themed pajamas. Voldemort found that acceptable enough to not comment on it.
"Now," Voldemort stated, turning to look at Harry. "I-wait what? Your magical core is locked off? Blocking off your special abilities? Amazing!"
Voldemort studied the whimpering Potter until he was certain he had figured out what had been done.
"Finally!" Voldemort exulted. "Lord Voldemort has discovered how to seal magical cores! With this new knowledge, Lord Voldemort will return more powerful than ever before!"
The death eaters shook with terror. Though, Harry wasn't sure, it could have been excitement too.
"Whichever fool locked off your special powers will regret it, dearly!" Voldemort declared. "Mwahahahahahahahahaha!"
"Did you just say mwahahahahahahahaha?" Lucius asked.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Voldemort screamed, killing Lucius immediately.
That was the day that Voldemort won.
There was none who could stand against Voldemort when they had no magic with which to stand against him with. Yes, that sentence was intentional. Never doubt the narrator. Voldemort, literally being a prodigy and genius, figured out how to seal cores with singular spells and used that as his main attack from then on. He ensured that he made the damage done to the core permanent. He didn't even bother trying to kill Harry, after turning him into little more than a muggle. With such immense power, all were muggles to Voldemort.
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