The Embrace of Darkness
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Chapter 5
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A/N: Sorry this took so bloody long. I\'ve just had a lot to deal with lately, but I hope to get back into the swing of things. Forgive me?
Chapter 5
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*...* Cookie
Five minutes after Harry arrived at the Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, Dumbledore called a meeting of all the members. Molly Weasley loudly protested when Harry took a place in the parlour. “Albus, he’s just a child! Surely you wouldn’t –”
“Mrs Weasley, I appreciate your concern for me, but at the moment, it is misplaced. I assume this meeting is to address my recent stay in St. Mungo’s as well as to answer questions pertaining to my announcement of a press conference. Additionally, I have a few things I would like to make known.” He fixed his gaze on Albus for a minute, before looking back to the motherly woman. “I think of you as a mother, but sooner or later, you have to cut me from the apron strings. Now is that time.” No one else said a word of protest about Harry’s presence. Not only did his calm speech convince them of his maturity, but also his polite yet blunt veto of Molly’s protests.
Once everyone had assembled Harry stood up, commanding the attention of all of them. “As many of you have doubtlessly already heard, I have announced the hosting of a press conference to address the questions concerning my recent stay in St. Mungo’s. But to understand the entire story, I have to start at the beginning. I will not tell you the entire story, simply because it lays bare facets of myself I do not wish exposed, but you will learn more than I will tell to the press.
As everyone knows, Voldemort sought out my family when I was a year old. He knew a part of a prophecy. One that told of the rise of a child with the power to kill him. What he didn’t know was that in attempting to kill me, he would mark me as his equal. This prophecy names me as the only person capable of killing him, and vice versa. This is why year after year, I fight him. This is why I am the only one to fight him.
But that is not the least of revelations. The reason I needed healing was because my uncle decided to push me down the stairs. For years, I had suffered minor abuse, but it was nothing I was not willing to endure for the blood protection of family. But, in violently harming me without regret, the protection shattered. I have legally emancipated myself from them in both the magical and muggle worlds. They are family no longer.
My injuries were too numerous to recount, but suffice to say that I am now in perfect health. The trauma of the experience put me in touch with my... ‘heritage’. Tell me, what do you think magic is? Life, power, an unseen force? Magic is a living, breathing, sentient being and I have a connection to her mind, body, and soul. She is magic, she is life, she is the universe personified. Due to various intervening events, the connection is just now opening. My magic is as yet untested.
I will be telling the world about my life, including the prophecy, the Dursleys, and my injuries. I will be leaving out the connection. That is my weapon. Do you have any questions?”
Alastor ‘Mad-Eye’ Moody growled softly. “How do we know that you aren’t just making this all up? The prophecy, the connection, all of it?”
“I assume you are not questioning the injuries, because they are a matter of record. Confirmation on the prophecy may be directed to Professor Dumbledore. As for my power... you can see magic, can you not Moody?”
“Yes.”
“Watch this.”
*Cookie, fill me, open the gateway.*
Power flooded Harry, paralysing his muscles. His head flew back on his neck and his mouth opened in a silent scream. The flood stabilized into a raging river flowing through him, but it was not as bad. He looked up, and everyone pulled back with horrified gasps... His eyes, they had changed. They were black voids into space. The terrible, stark truth of their own insignificance shone forth. The birth of stars, the death of galaxies, and the vastness of space were all reflected in his eyes.
The gateway closed, his eyes returned to normal, but the horrified stares remained. “She is magic, she is life, she is the universe, and she never forgets. She and I are one.”
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A/N: Sorry this took so bloody long. I\'ve just had a lot to deal with lately, but I hope to get back into the swing of things. Forgive me?
\"...\" speech
\'...\'thoughts
0o...o0 parsletongue
*...* Cookie
Five minutes after Harry arrived at the Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, Dumbledore called a meeting of all the members. Molly Weasley loudly protested when Harry took a place in the parlour. “Albus, he’s just a child! Surely you wouldn’t –”
“Mrs Weasley, I appreciate your concern for me, but at the moment, it is misplaced. I assume this meeting is to address my recent stay in St. Mungo’s as well as to answer questions pertaining to my announcement of a press conference. Additionally, I have a few things I would like to make known.” He fixed his gaze on Albus for a minute, before looking back to the motherly woman. “I think of you as a mother, but sooner or later, you have to cut me from the apron strings. Now is that time.” No one else said a word of protest about Harry’s presence. Not only did his calm speech convince them of his maturity, but also his polite yet blunt veto of Molly’s protests.
Once everyone had assembled Harry stood up, commanding the attention of all of them. “As many of you have doubtlessly already heard, I have announced the hosting of a press conference to address the questions concerning my recent stay in St. Mungo’s. But to understand the entire story, I have to start at the beginning. I will not tell you the entire story, simply because it lays bare facets of myself I do not wish exposed, but you will learn more than I will tell to the press.
As everyone knows, Voldemort sought out my family when I was a year old. He knew a part of a prophecy. One that told of the rise of a child with the power to kill him. What he didn’t know was that in attempting to kill me, he would mark me as his equal. This prophecy names me as the only person capable of killing him, and vice versa. This is why year after year, I fight him. This is why I am the only one to fight him.
But that is not the least of revelations. The reason I needed healing was because my uncle decided to push me down the stairs. For years, I had suffered minor abuse, but it was nothing I was not willing to endure for the blood protection of family. But, in violently harming me without regret, the protection shattered. I have legally emancipated myself from them in both the magical and muggle worlds. They are family no longer.
My injuries were too numerous to recount, but suffice to say that I am now in perfect health. The trauma of the experience put me in touch with my... ‘heritage’. Tell me, what do you think magic is? Life, power, an unseen force? Magic is a living, breathing, sentient being and I have a connection to her mind, body, and soul. She is magic, she is life, she is the universe personified. Due to various intervening events, the connection is just now opening. My magic is as yet untested.
I will be telling the world about my life, including the prophecy, the Dursleys, and my injuries. I will be leaving out the connection. That is my weapon. Do you have any questions?”
Alastor ‘Mad-Eye’ Moody growled softly. “How do we know that you aren’t just making this all up? The prophecy, the connection, all of it?”
“I assume you are not questioning the injuries, because they are a matter of record. Confirmation on the prophecy may be directed to Professor Dumbledore. As for my power... you can see magic, can you not Moody?”
“Yes.”
“Watch this.”
*Cookie, fill me, open the gateway.*
Power flooded Harry, paralysing his muscles. His head flew back on his neck and his mouth opened in a silent scream. The flood stabilized into a raging river flowing through him, but it was not as bad. He looked up, and everyone pulled back with horrified gasps... His eyes, they had changed. They were black voids into space. The terrible, stark truth of their own insignificance shone forth. The birth of stars, the death of galaxies, and the vastness of space were all reflected in his eyes.
The gateway closed, his eyes returned to normal, but the horrified stares remained. “She is magic, she is life, she is the universe, and she never forgets. She and I are one.”