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Flash Back
Ch.5 Flash Back
Harry stood up, bracing himself against the tree, closed his eyes and began. "It all started after our 6Th year." Harry paused, "When I got to Privet Drive."
Flash Back
Harry walked into his uncles' house, said person not far behind him. The moment Harry's eyes swept the room... he was gone. Vernon stepped into the room moments later and screamed, "Petunia... Dudley... no...” Vernon dropped to his knees, sobbing. The scream is what brought Harry crashing back to earth. In front of him were his aunt and cousin, each drenched in blood. His aunts’ neck was sliced open, the gash causing her head to lull back like the top of a Pez dispenser. Dudley was draped over the back of the once white couch. His stomach was ripped open and his blood and intestine tainted the surrounding couch a putrid crimson colour.
Vernon had made his way to his wife and was attempting to place her head back on her body. Harry gasped, and then began to gag as the rancid stench of chilling blood met his nostrils. Harry fought back the urge to vomit as he turned from the bodies of his 'family' and began to breath slowly to calm his nerves and racing heart. "What’re we going to do?" Harry asked aloud. In response to his question Vernon burst into a new wave of sobs, rambling and muttering to himself as he did so. Thinking fast, Harry stepped across the room to the electric fireplace pulled out his wand, and, using a Blasting Charm, destroyed the wood covering the natural fireplace. He then rushed back to his abandoned trunk, which had been left in the doorway, and threw it open. After a few moments of rummaging Harry withdrew a golden silk pouch and rushed back to the fireplace.
Harry all put ripped the pouch in half in his hates to open the offending drawstring. Once open the pouches contests were emptied into Harry's hand. Said contents was a hand full of floo powder which was hastily tossed into the fireplace moments after Harry yelled an Incendio spell to light a fire. The flames turned into a swirl of greens as Harry threw him to the carpet and shoved his head into the flames shouting "Weasley kitchen". Harry’s head began to whirl as it was shot past grates and openings. He gained the familiar nauseous feeling as his head came to a stop.
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"Ronald! Stop that this instant!" Molly shouted at her son. They had only just gotten back to the burrow and Ronald, Ginny, Fred, And George were already fussing over summer plans. Ron stopped and looked at his mother, wondering what he was doing wrong. "What'd I do?" Ron asked his mother. "What did you do? You just destroyed half my garden." Ron looked down at the flowers around him, most of them were smoldering and others were trampled. Ronald had convinced his twin brothers to allow him to be a test subject on any upcoming ww products. George, being sneaky as he is, had said yes and the first new product had been given to Ronald moments ago.
"The Berry Dragon, it’s a new flavor of snap dragon chews." Said Fred, while handing his unsuspecting brother the candy. As soon as the chewy candy had been popped into his mouth Ronald began to shout, running about the garden in search of water. "Finish chewing Ron!" George had yelled after him. Ronald did as he was told; hechewed the evil candy and swallowed. The burning stopped for a moment, and Ronald open his mouth to tell his brothers off as a shot of fire erupted from his mouth, setting the garden aflame. Ronald’s eyes widened as he shut his mouth and ran to the kitchen for water, leaving Fred and George rolling with laughter behind him. "I'm sorry mum." Ronald said, looking down at the flowers again. Molly just huffed at her son and turned to enter the house. "Blimey Ron, you got off pretty easy." "Yeah lil bugger." Fred and George said, laughing at his discomfort. "Oh sod off." Ronald grumbled as he stalked into the house.
"Harry?" Molly shouted. Everyone froze, then began toshove their waysinto the house, following their mothers’ shout. Ronald was the first to get into the kitchen. "Harry, why're you in our fireplace?" Ronald asked, sitting down in front of the fire that was Harry's head. "Where’s your dad, I need to talk to him." "He on his way home from work." Molly announced, looking at the family clock. Seconds later a popping sound alerted everyone of his arrival. "Arthur...Arthur, we need you in here." Molly yelled. Arthur Weasley ran into the house, a worried look on his face. "What’s wrong?"
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"Mr. Weasley, I need your help! Someone has killed my aunt and cousin. Please!" "Alright Harry, I'll be there in a second, just let me get some help." Harry nodded his head and pulled it from the flames. He stood up and walked to his uncle. "Uncle Vernon, I need you to come with me. Wizards are coming from the administration to look at everything, and I need you to stay in the kitchen." Harry pulled his uncle up from the heap he was on the floor and led him to the kitchen as popping sounds told him that the wizards were there. Harry set his uncle up with some tea and went out to see what he could do to help.
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It had been 3 weeks since the incident, and Harry had been moved back into the Weasley house. Vernon had been sent to a muggle mental hospital to help him cope with the trauma. Harry sat on his bed, looking over the police report in his lap. 5 hours after the ministration had checked out the scene Harry called the muggle police. After they're investigation Harry had been shipped off to the burrow. 2 weeks later Harry received both the police report for the muggle police and the report from the ministry. Both claimed the act a murder, although one said unknown the other assumed Voldemort behind it. Harry agreed with the later account. "Harry...Harry will you come down please, we need to have a word with you." Harry set down the reports and stood up as Molly's warm voice echoed up the stairs to him. "I'll be down in a moment." Harry yelled back to the older woman.
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Once in the kitchen with everyone else, Harry was ushered to a seat near Ronald and the 'meeting' began. While Arthur rambled on about the old news Harry surveyed the table. There was Nymphadora Tonks, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Mad-eye-moody, Professor McGonagall, Hestia Jones, Remus Lupin, Hermione, and the Weasley’s (Ronald, Fred, George, Molly, and Arthur.) "Umm, Sir, why aren't we holding the meeting in Grimmauld Place, and why isn't Professor Dumbledore here?" Harry asked, turning to look at Arthur. "Well Harry, m'boy, Albus has work to do, and no one wanted to hold the meeting in Grimmauld because Kreecher has taken to saying 'Mud bloods and werewolves and traitors and thieve' very loudly as of late." Harry nodded his head in understanding and the meeting continued.
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Harry and Ronald sat in a melancholy silence staring out the rain beaten window. "What time do you think they'll get back?" Ronald asked, hoping the answer was soon. "No clu- Hey what’s that?" Harry yelled while pointing vivaciously out the window. "What? Where?" Ronald asked franticly searching the image behind the window. "I'm going to go find out." Harry Barked as he jumped from the couch he had been sitting on and dashing to the door; with Ronald hot at his heels. "Shouldn't we get Hermione?" "Nah; Lett'er sleep." Harry yelled over his shoulder. "Harry, I don't see any- (muffled words)" A man engulfed in black reached out and covered Ronald’s mouth with a rag then apparated.
"Ron?...RON?" Harry Yawped, spiraling around the open area, searching for his best friend. With a shout, Harry fell to the ground, having tripped over something or another. Harry groaned loudly and strained to stand. Half way to his feet Harry spotted a golden object at the edges of his peripheral. "The Hell?" Harry said in confusion as he righted him self and walked to it. "It’s a cat?" Harry reached forward to pick up the small golden cat pendant. As he closed his fingers around the small cat a familiar pullto his navel announced the moving of his being. With a thunderous thud Harry landed on a wooden floor. "Son of a-" "Language young boy, language." Harry sneered at the sound of Voldemorts hissing voice as he was reprimand for his 'bad English'. "Where’s Ron!" Harry screamed at Voldemort, as he scrambled to his feet.
"He's right over there, no need to worry." Voldemort replied, nodding his head in the direction of the back wall. Harry spun around to face Ronald. Ronald was in the grasps of a tall murderous looking creature. A mixture of a vampire, demon, and Rakaosh. The hideous creature began to laugh as he shackled Ronald to the wall, via chains. "Let him go!" Harry bellowed, turning to face the reptilian man. “No, I'll leave him as he is." Voldemort replied, and then with out warning he swept his arm forward, causing Harry to shoot backwards. Harry slammed into the wall and dropped to the floor, a thundering sound of splinters echoing in his ears as he hit the decaying wood.
"Harry, get up. Or can you?" Voldemort said, pearls of laughter dripping from his tongue as he spoke. Harry struggled to his feet for a moment, after getting back on his feet Harry pulled his wand from his back pocket and pointed it at Voldemort. "Let’s make this a fair game." Harry said a deathly calm comming over him. Voldemort laughed once more and pulled his own wand from his robes. "If we're playing a fair game I guess I should get rid of the other players." With a flick of his wand Voldemort shrunk his beast and it ran off. He then pointed his wand towards Ronald, his red hair covering his drooping head.
"Avada Kadavra" The brilliant Emerald coloured jet erupted from Voldemorts wand. The spell reflected in Harry’s' own brilliant eyes as it sped its way towards his best friend. "Noooo!" Harry shouted as the green jet engulfed Ronald, sucking the very life from his being. Ronald’s body stood posed in pure agony for the merest of a moment before dropping to sag like a rag doll. "Now, time to play" Voldemort announced, turning to look at Harry once more, a smile playing at his lips. Harry shouted in undisguised anguish at seeing Ronald murdered before his eyes. "Now Now Harry, you know how to play this game, you need to bow." Voldemort said. Casting the Imperius curse, Voldemort forced Harry to bow, and then the 'game' began.
Harry stood up straight, his eyes burning with an inner hatred. Harry launched a Banishing Charm at Voldemort as he walked forward. Voldemort dodged the attack with ease, and attacked with his own Petrificus Totalus spell. Harry Jumped out of the way landing behind a chair. "Harry boy, come out come out." Voldemort said in a sing-songy tone of voice. "Reducto!" Voldemort Shouted, pointing his wand at the chair. The chair burst apart, leaving Harry uncovered and in danger. "Fidelis Formo" Voldemort shouted. Ebony light shot from his wand and raced towards Harry.
Harry withered in agony as the light swallowed him. "Fidelis Formo." Voldemort said. "A curse or a spell, it could be good if used on the right person. Fidelis Formo 'true form' this spell takes all souls and flips them so to speak. All good souls go bad, all bad go good." The light flickered out as Voldemort spoke, and Harry was left panting heavily on the floor amongst the debrise of the destroyed chair. Harry breathed in deeply and yet again struggled to his feet. He lifted his arm up high and faced it at Voldemort "Specchio" Harry shouted, yet again Voldemort moved with ease from harms way. "Avada Kadavra!" Harry shouted, aiming fro Voldemort once more, who yet again got away. "Harry is that-" The green jet slammed into Voldemort from behind. Having turned the back wall into a 'mirror' Harry bounced his curse off of the wall and struck Voldemort.
The green light illuminated Voldemort for a second before the lights in his eyes flickered out and he dropped to the ground in a heap. Harry stared in shock at what he had just done. He, Harry Potter had just killed the lord of evil using an unforgivable curse... The Avada Kadavra! Harry stood staring at the motionless form of his once great nemeses as a sudden ruckus from bellow alerted him to another presence. After a few moments Bill Weasley with a few auroras behind him stumbled into the room.
"Harry!" Bill said, a look of disbelief clouding his features. "Harry what are you doing here? You really shouldn-" Bill sucked in a gasp of shock ashecaught sight of Voldemort while walking forward to reach Harry. "You killed him?" Bill asked, staring wide eyed at Harry. Harry just nodded and stared back. "Harry, are you ok?" Bill asked. Harry began to pale very quickly. His skin had turned sheet white and his eyes began to darken. "Harry... HARRY!" Harry's vision began to blur. As he dropped he heard Bill call out to him, and then there was darkness.
End flash back
"When I came to, it had been 3 months since the war, and everything was beginning to calm down. All the death eaters were captured and put away and school had started. When I first woke up I thought I was fine, but I slowly began to change. First my clothing, then my hair, then my attitude. After 2 months of down time I was what I am now." Harry said, turning to face Draco.
TBC
Harry stood up, bracing himself against the tree, closed his eyes and began. "It all started after our 6Th year." Harry paused, "When I got to Privet Drive."
Flash Back
Harry walked into his uncles' house, said person not far behind him. The moment Harry's eyes swept the room... he was gone. Vernon stepped into the room moments later and screamed, "Petunia... Dudley... no...” Vernon dropped to his knees, sobbing. The scream is what brought Harry crashing back to earth. In front of him were his aunt and cousin, each drenched in blood. His aunts’ neck was sliced open, the gash causing her head to lull back like the top of a Pez dispenser. Dudley was draped over the back of the once white couch. His stomach was ripped open and his blood and intestine tainted the surrounding couch a putrid crimson colour.
Vernon had made his way to his wife and was attempting to place her head back on her body. Harry gasped, and then began to gag as the rancid stench of chilling blood met his nostrils. Harry fought back the urge to vomit as he turned from the bodies of his 'family' and began to breath slowly to calm his nerves and racing heart. "What’re we going to do?" Harry asked aloud. In response to his question Vernon burst into a new wave of sobs, rambling and muttering to himself as he did so. Thinking fast, Harry stepped across the room to the electric fireplace pulled out his wand, and, using a Blasting Charm, destroyed the wood covering the natural fireplace. He then rushed back to his abandoned trunk, which had been left in the doorway, and threw it open. After a few moments of rummaging Harry withdrew a golden silk pouch and rushed back to the fireplace.
Harry all put ripped the pouch in half in his hates to open the offending drawstring. Once open the pouches contests were emptied into Harry's hand. Said contents was a hand full of floo powder which was hastily tossed into the fireplace moments after Harry yelled an Incendio spell to light a fire. The flames turned into a swirl of greens as Harry threw him to the carpet and shoved his head into the flames shouting "Weasley kitchen". Harry’s head began to whirl as it was shot past grates and openings. He gained the familiar nauseous feeling as his head came to a stop.
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"Ronald! Stop that this instant!" Molly shouted at her son. They had only just gotten back to the burrow and Ronald, Ginny, Fred, And George were already fussing over summer plans. Ron stopped and looked at his mother, wondering what he was doing wrong. "What'd I do?" Ron asked his mother. "What did you do? You just destroyed half my garden." Ron looked down at the flowers around him, most of them were smoldering and others were trampled. Ronald had convinced his twin brothers to allow him to be a test subject on any upcoming ww products. George, being sneaky as he is, had said yes and the first new product had been given to Ronald moments ago.
"The Berry Dragon, it’s a new flavor of snap dragon chews." Said Fred, while handing his unsuspecting brother the candy. As soon as the chewy candy had been popped into his mouth Ronald began to shout, running about the garden in search of water. "Finish chewing Ron!" George had yelled after him. Ronald did as he was told; hechewed the evil candy and swallowed. The burning stopped for a moment, and Ronald open his mouth to tell his brothers off as a shot of fire erupted from his mouth, setting the garden aflame. Ronald’s eyes widened as he shut his mouth and ran to the kitchen for water, leaving Fred and George rolling with laughter behind him. "I'm sorry mum." Ronald said, looking down at the flowers again. Molly just huffed at her son and turned to enter the house. "Blimey Ron, you got off pretty easy." "Yeah lil bugger." Fred and George said, laughing at his discomfort. "Oh sod off." Ronald grumbled as he stalked into the house.
"Harry?" Molly shouted. Everyone froze, then began toshove their waysinto the house, following their mothers’ shout. Ronald was the first to get into the kitchen. "Harry, why're you in our fireplace?" Ronald asked, sitting down in front of the fire that was Harry's head. "Where’s your dad, I need to talk to him." "He on his way home from work." Molly announced, looking at the family clock. Seconds later a popping sound alerted everyone of his arrival. "Arthur...Arthur, we need you in here." Molly yelled. Arthur Weasley ran into the house, a worried look on his face. "What’s wrong?"
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"Mr. Weasley, I need your help! Someone has killed my aunt and cousin. Please!" "Alright Harry, I'll be there in a second, just let me get some help." Harry nodded his head and pulled it from the flames. He stood up and walked to his uncle. "Uncle Vernon, I need you to come with me. Wizards are coming from the administration to look at everything, and I need you to stay in the kitchen." Harry pulled his uncle up from the heap he was on the floor and led him to the kitchen as popping sounds told him that the wizards were there. Harry set his uncle up with some tea and went out to see what he could do to help.
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It had been 3 weeks since the incident, and Harry had been moved back into the Weasley house. Vernon had been sent to a muggle mental hospital to help him cope with the trauma. Harry sat on his bed, looking over the police report in his lap. 5 hours after the ministration had checked out the scene Harry called the muggle police. After they're investigation Harry had been shipped off to the burrow. 2 weeks later Harry received both the police report for the muggle police and the report from the ministry. Both claimed the act a murder, although one said unknown the other assumed Voldemort behind it. Harry agreed with the later account. "Harry...Harry will you come down please, we need to have a word with you." Harry set down the reports and stood up as Molly's warm voice echoed up the stairs to him. "I'll be down in a moment." Harry yelled back to the older woman.
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Once in the kitchen with everyone else, Harry was ushered to a seat near Ronald and the 'meeting' began. While Arthur rambled on about the old news Harry surveyed the table. There was Nymphadora Tonks, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Mad-eye-moody, Professor McGonagall, Hestia Jones, Remus Lupin, Hermione, and the Weasley’s (Ronald, Fred, George, Molly, and Arthur.) "Umm, Sir, why aren't we holding the meeting in Grimmauld Place, and why isn't Professor Dumbledore here?" Harry asked, turning to look at Arthur. "Well Harry, m'boy, Albus has work to do, and no one wanted to hold the meeting in Grimmauld because Kreecher has taken to saying 'Mud bloods and werewolves and traitors and thieve' very loudly as of late." Harry nodded his head in understanding and the meeting continued.
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Harry and Ronald sat in a melancholy silence staring out the rain beaten window. "What time do you think they'll get back?" Ronald asked, hoping the answer was soon. "No clu- Hey what’s that?" Harry yelled while pointing vivaciously out the window. "What? Where?" Ronald asked franticly searching the image behind the window. "I'm going to go find out." Harry Barked as he jumped from the couch he had been sitting on and dashing to the door; with Ronald hot at his heels. "Shouldn't we get Hermione?" "Nah; Lett'er sleep." Harry yelled over his shoulder. "Harry, I don't see any- (muffled words)" A man engulfed in black reached out and covered Ronald’s mouth with a rag then apparated.
"Ron?...RON?" Harry Yawped, spiraling around the open area, searching for his best friend. With a shout, Harry fell to the ground, having tripped over something or another. Harry groaned loudly and strained to stand. Half way to his feet Harry spotted a golden object at the edges of his peripheral. "The Hell?" Harry said in confusion as he righted him self and walked to it. "It’s a cat?" Harry reached forward to pick up the small golden cat pendant. As he closed his fingers around the small cat a familiar pullto his navel announced the moving of his being. With a thunderous thud Harry landed on a wooden floor. "Son of a-" "Language young boy, language." Harry sneered at the sound of Voldemorts hissing voice as he was reprimand for his 'bad English'. "Where’s Ron!" Harry screamed at Voldemort, as he scrambled to his feet.
"He's right over there, no need to worry." Voldemort replied, nodding his head in the direction of the back wall. Harry spun around to face Ronald. Ronald was in the grasps of a tall murderous looking creature. A mixture of a vampire, demon, and Rakaosh. The hideous creature began to laugh as he shackled Ronald to the wall, via chains. "Let him go!" Harry bellowed, turning to face the reptilian man. “No, I'll leave him as he is." Voldemort replied, and then with out warning he swept his arm forward, causing Harry to shoot backwards. Harry slammed into the wall and dropped to the floor, a thundering sound of splinters echoing in his ears as he hit the decaying wood.
"Harry, get up. Or can you?" Voldemort said, pearls of laughter dripping from his tongue as he spoke. Harry struggled to his feet for a moment, after getting back on his feet Harry pulled his wand from his back pocket and pointed it at Voldemort. "Let’s make this a fair game." Harry said a deathly calm comming over him. Voldemort laughed once more and pulled his own wand from his robes. "If we're playing a fair game I guess I should get rid of the other players." With a flick of his wand Voldemort shrunk his beast and it ran off. He then pointed his wand towards Ronald, his red hair covering his drooping head.
"Avada Kadavra" The brilliant Emerald coloured jet erupted from Voldemorts wand. The spell reflected in Harry’s' own brilliant eyes as it sped its way towards his best friend. "Noooo!" Harry shouted as the green jet engulfed Ronald, sucking the very life from his being. Ronald’s body stood posed in pure agony for the merest of a moment before dropping to sag like a rag doll. "Now, time to play" Voldemort announced, turning to look at Harry once more, a smile playing at his lips. Harry shouted in undisguised anguish at seeing Ronald murdered before his eyes. "Now Now Harry, you know how to play this game, you need to bow." Voldemort said. Casting the Imperius curse, Voldemort forced Harry to bow, and then the 'game' began.
Harry stood up straight, his eyes burning with an inner hatred. Harry launched a Banishing Charm at Voldemort as he walked forward. Voldemort dodged the attack with ease, and attacked with his own Petrificus Totalus spell. Harry Jumped out of the way landing behind a chair. "Harry boy, come out come out." Voldemort said in a sing-songy tone of voice. "Reducto!" Voldemort Shouted, pointing his wand at the chair. The chair burst apart, leaving Harry uncovered and in danger. "Fidelis Formo" Voldemort shouted. Ebony light shot from his wand and raced towards Harry.
Harry withered in agony as the light swallowed him. "Fidelis Formo." Voldemort said. "A curse or a spell, it could be good if used on the right person. Fidelis Formo 'true form' this spell takes all souls and flips them so to speak. All good souls go bad, all bad go good." The light flickered out as Voldemort spoke, and Harry was left panting heavily on the floor amongst the debrise of the destroyed chair. Harry breathed in deeply and yet again struggled to his feet. He lifted his arm up high and faced it at Voldemort "Specchio" Harry shouted, yet again Voldemort moved with ease from harms way. "Avada Kadavra!" Harry shouted, aiming fro Voldemort once more, who yet again got away. "Harry is that-" The green jet slammed into Voldemort from behind. Having turned the back wall into a 'mirror' Harry bounced his curse off of the wall and struck Voldemort.
The green light illuminated Voldemort for a second before the lights in his eyes flickered out and he dropped to the ground in a heap. Harry stared in shock at what he had just done. He, Harry Potter had just killed the lord of evil using an unforgivable curse... The Avada Kadavra! Harry stood staring at the motionless form of his once great nemeses as a sudden ruckus from bellow alerted him to another presence. After a few moments Bill Weasley with a few auroras behind him stumbled into the room.
"Harry!" Bill said, a look of disbelief clouding his features. "Harry what are you doing here? You really shouldn-" Bill sucked in a gasp of shock ashecaught sight of Voldemort while walking forward to reach Harry. "You killed him?" Bill asked, staring wide eyed at Harry. Harry just nodded and stared back. "Harry, are you ok?" Bill asked. Harry began to pale very quickly. His skin had turned sheet white and his eyes began to darken. "Harry... HARRY!" Harry's vision began to blur. As he dropped he heard Bill call out to him, and then there was darkness.
End flash back
"When I came to, it had been 3 months since the war, and everything was beginning to calm down. All the death eaters were captured and put away and school had started. When I first woke up I thought I was fine, but I slowly began to change. First my clothing, then my hair, then my attitude. After 2 months of down time I was what I am now." Harry said, turning to face Draco.
TBC