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Post 8. Chapter 2: Going Away
Harry Potter was lying in bed, soaked from head to toe in his own sweat. In fact, it looked like he had just climbed out of the pool.
He was breathing heavily and his heart was pounding hard against his chest. Harry moved slowly, trying to separate himself from his bed. It was no use though, he was just too sticky!
And why not? He had just had the most disturbing dream of his life. Never before had he had such dream, and believe me he had dreamed many weird stuff. He has had dreams of the present, of the past, of the future, really it was just hard to find anything that he hasn’t dreamed before.
And not because he had a six-sense either, no, but because Harry Potter was special.
You see Harry is a wizard. A wizard fresh out of his 6th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But really that’s not why he was so special, no believe it or not there is actually a big population of this magical people everywhere. What was special about this boy was his past…
16 years ago, today, Harry Potter was a year old. Living with his family happy and carefree, or so he thought. That year, on a dreadful day on Halloween, a dark being entered the Potter household, making Harry an orphan. All alone in the world.
But, it wasn’t till Voldemort, the most feared wizard in the world, turned his wand towards Harry Potter that he became special. Voldemort used the same spell he had used on countless of people, the killing curse, but he used it at his own cost.
As soon as the curse touched Harry Potter’s skin, it rebounded and hit Voldemort back. It wasn’t till a few years ago that Harry learned the reason that the spell didn’t hurt him, but instead hurt Voldemort making him a mere spirit, even less; what had happened was that his mother had died to protect Harry’s life, awakening an old spell, a spell used by everyone who believes it: love.
Love had saved Harry Potter that night, and after that he had been made to live with his aunt and uncle.
But that wasn’t the last time Harry encountered Voldemort, no, when Harry turned 11 a half giant by the name of Hagrid told Harry what he was; a wizard. He told him the story of his past, or as much as it was known for at that time it was a mystery. It was then that the young wizard went to his first year at Hogwarts, and met his first friends. He discovered that he was known by everyone in the wizarding world, much to his surprise. He was happy, more than he had been in his life, but at the end of that year he encountered Voldemort once again. He had taken the body of Harry’s professor at the time. Young Potter defeated Voldemort, making him escape as a spirit again.
He was safe for now, but he encountered Voldemort again. As a memory, as his human form again, watching Voldemort on his rise to power, learning things about himself on the way. Like he had the power to speak to the snakes, just like Voldemort, the he was the first one to ever survive a killing curse, that he was destined to fight against Voldemort for he was the only one who could kill him.
Along the way Harry did suffer. He suffered many deaths. Of a friend, of his godfather, of Dumbledore…
Harry shook his head, remembering all that had happen during his life. He remembered how he had broken Ginny’s heart. He remembered about all that Dumbledore ever told him about Voldemort. And he remembered what he had to do now.
For Harry to defeat Voldemort, he had to destroy the Horcruxes. Horcruxes were just a bit of Voldemort’s spirits spread out.
The locket, the cup, the snake, something of Griffindor’s or Ravenclaws…
Harry kept running that trough his brain. He had already, by accident, destroyed some of the Horcruxes, those were all that were left…
Harry shook himself mentally, and with a great effort separated his shirt from his bed. He sat up, reached for the table to put on his glasses, and stood up.
Post 8. Chapter 2: Going Away
Harry Potter was lying in bed, soaked from head to toe in his own sweat. In fact, it looked like he had just climbed out of the pool.
He was breathing heavily and his heart was pounding hard against his chest. Harry moved slowly, trying to separate himself from his bed. It was no use though, he was just too sticky!
And why not? He had just had the most disturbing dream of his life. Never before had he had such dream, and believe me he had dreamed many weird stuff. He has had dreams of the present, of the past, of the future, really it was just hard to find anything that he hasn’t dreamed before.
And not because he had a six-sense either, no, but because Harry Potter was special.
You see Harry is a wizard. A wizard fresh out of his 6th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But really that’s not why he was so special, no believe it or not there is actually a big population of this magical people everywhere. What was special about this boy was his past…
16 years ago, today, Harry Potter was a year old. Living with his family happy and carefree, or so he thought. That year, on a dreadful day on Halloween, a dark being entered the Potter household, making Harry an orphan. All alone in the world.
But, it wasn’t till Voldemort, the most feared wizard in the world, turned his wand towards Harry Potter that he became special. Voldemort used the same spell he had used on countless of people, the killing curse, but he used it at his own cost.
As soon as the curse touched Harry Potter’s skin, it rebounded and hit Voldemort back. It wasn’t till a few years ago that Harry learned the reason that the spell didn’t hurt him, but instead hurt Voldemort making him a mere spirit, even less; what had happened was that his mother had died to protect Harry’s life, awakening an old spell, a spell used by everyone who believes it: love.
Love had saved Harry Potter that night, and after that he had been made to live with his aunt and uncle.
But that wasn’t the last time Harry encountered Voldemort, no, when Harry turned 11 a half giant by the name of Hagrid told Harry what he was; a wizard. He told him the story of his past, or as much as it was known for at that time it was a mystery. It was then that the young wizard went to his first year at Hogwarts, and met his first friends. He discovered that he was known by everyone in the wizarding world, much to his surprise. He was happy, more than he had been in his life, but at the end of that year he encountered Voldemort once again. He had taken the body of Harry’s professor at the time. Young Potter defeated Voldemort, making him escape as a spirit again.
He was safe for now, but he encountered Voldemort again. As a memory, as his human form again, watching Voldemort on his rise to power, learning things about himself on the way. Like he had the power to speak to the snakes, just like Voldemort, the he was the first one to ever survive a killing curse, that he was destined to fight against Voldemort for he was the only one who could kill him.
Along the way Harry did suffer. He suffered many deaths. Of a friend, of his godfather, of Dumbledore…
Harry shook his head, remembering all that had happen during his life. He remembered how he had broken Ginny’s heart. He remembered about all that Dumbledore ever told him about Voldemort. And he remembered what he had to do now.
For Harry to defeat Voldemort, he had to destroy the Horcruxes. Horcruxes were just a bit of Voldemort’s spirits spread out.
The locket, the cup, the snake, something of Griffindor’s or Ravenclaws…
Harry kept running that trough his brain. He had already, by accident, destroyed some of the Horcruxes, those were all that were left…
Harry shook himself mentally, and with a great effort separated his shirt from his bed. He sat up, reached for the table to put on his glasses, and stood up.