Author: dhulli PM
AU!Harry's brother John is the BWL, but in a desperate attempt to save John's magic, they undergo a magical transfer and Harry is left practically a squib. And what will happen when Harry as a squib is accepted at Hogwarts? HARRY!DARK!POWERFUL! NO SLASH!Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure - Harry P. - Chapters: 23 - Words: 77,267 - Reviews: 2,493 - Favs: 1,930 - Follows: 2,670 - Updated: 02-06-10 - Published: 12-04-07 - id: 3927812
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A/N: Thank you for those of you who reviewed. And the best review award for the previous chapter goes to "Killing Curse Eyes"! Anyways, hopefully I'll get into some kind of rhythm as far as updating goes but who knows. And this chapter was pretty hard to write as some of the subtle (or not) plots are unveiled, hopefully I did them justice.
Edit: Some major revisions to improve quality.
The Bearer of Bad News part 2
Harry realized that Dumbledore was looking straight at him, waiting for some sort of reaction from those emotionless green orbs. It was a testament to his occlumency that none of Harry's inner emotions could be discerned by looking at him, his eyes devoid of emotion as a parchment is devoid of ink. 'He expects me to show emotion, ha! Laughable at best, but what emotion am I to show? I don't even know what I'm feeling right now. Is it pain and sadness for the loss of a loved one? I can't really tell from behind this curtain of occlumency…but I can feel it building up. I need to get out of here.' Harry's thoughts were racing.
The sound of shattering glass brought Harry out of his stupor. McGonagall was trying to calm John down who, it seemed had collapsed on the ground in a crying heap. John's magic was lashing about breaking Dumbledore's trinkets. 'My magic I suppose, but is it really mine anymore? Dumbledore's attention is diverted, only Snape is still looking at me, time to leave.' Harry spun on his heel and made his way towards the exit. Harry could feel Snape staring at him as he left without a word.
Malfoy noticed the squib Potter approaching him as he clutched the letter from his father in his hand. 'Father did tell me to make friends with the Potter boys now that their bloody mudblood mother is dead. Argh! It's preposterous to even think that Father is thinking of contesting for guardianship over the boys. Surely we could do without the Bloody Boy-who-lived, I mean, the Malfoys already have the fame and the money, there's nothing these Potters could add to….but father would be displeased if I didn't at least try…' Malfoy thought.
"Hey Potter, do you want to go flying?" Malfoy asked quashing his pride. Harry looked at Malfoy once before continuing on his way. The blank state of his eyes surprised Malfoy, he expected Potter to be a little more….vulnerable right now and thought that any act of friendship would be received well. But Potter was still continuing on his way. "I'm talking to you Potter!" Malfoy yelled after him but Harry was already a ways away from him. 'To hell with it! I'm not going to go after a squib asking for his friendship. Perhaps the other Potter will be more receptive.'
Harry walked until he was deep within the forbidden forest. Standing in the middle of a clearing, Harry let his occlumency barriers fall. The pent up emotions hit him like a rock, his mind unable to bear it anymore. He let out a scream, it felt good and some of the pressure on his mind lessened. He screamed again and again until he could scream no more. With each scream, a circular blast of wind materialized around him as his element took form and spread outwards, doing damage to the trees or rocks it hit. The clearing was now a mess from broken branches, up-heaved rocks and layers of dirt covering everything in the vicinity. His throat dry from screaming, his emotions having found an outlet, Harry felt exhausted. His occlumency barriers took over, now in perfect control of his emotions as Harry fell unconscious from mental exhaustion.
The sound of hooves rang through the clearing as a horde of centaurs approached. They had heard the commotion and came to investigate. Their crossbows pointed at the unconscious form of Harry Potter, they all stood in a circle around him. The eldest of the centaurs went forward to observe and recognized the boy as the one who dared hunt in their forest and who had escaped them earlier. "Lower your bows, have you forgotten our laws?" The elder centaur commanded. "We do not fight against someone who is already vulnerable. And no matter how much I would like to kill this foe of our forest, right now is not the time."
The rain and the clouds covering the sky were accurate reflections of the mood permeating the environment. It was impossible to distinguish the rain from the tears on people's faces. Umbrellas were not used as this was a gathering of wizards, their clothes eerily dry despite all the rain falling on them. The somber mood, the dark clothes, the aged wizard speaking and the casket in the midst of it all meant no one could mistake this for anything but a funeral, the funeral of Lily Evans Potter. "I remember Lily from when she first arrived at Hogwarts, a muggleborn that was unsure of this world, completely different from her own; yet in those eyes, I could see a determination that I have rarely seen in children so young. As Lily grew up, her delightful personality, her brilliance with a wand and most importantly her strength of will brought about a change in many people. It is people like Lily that stand out sharply against all of this darkness that seems to surround us at every moment, and most importantly, the darkness in our hearts; their limitless love makes the world a better place. And I know in my heart, that with her departure the world weeps for the loss of such love." Dumbledore addressed the gathering.
Harry stood some distance away from the gathering, intense emotions swirling through his eyes. He ignored the fluttering of his robe from the wind lashing about. He did not care that he was soaked in water, nor the fact that his shoes were covered in mud. It had been an intense week for him. He had avoided people and despite all of Adam's efforts to find him, he was unsuccessful. Harry watched on as Lily was buried, as John broke down in tears, as all of those people came forward to say stuff about how they knew Lily and all of that. Harry could not watch anymore, and when the phoenix started to sing that song of his, he found himself about to throw up. But Harry could not look away, and time passed by. Harry watched on as people apparated away, and he was left alone, staring at his mother's grave from a distance. Before his thoughts could wander however, Harry heard an apparition behind him. Turning around, he saw an injured and bruised Remus Lupin on the ground.
"Remus!" Harry exclaimed as he approached him. "Harry, it was Grindelwald." Remus said.
"What are you talking about? And what do you know about Grindelwald? And where have you been for so long?" Harry asked.
"I'll start from the beginning I guess. I used to work for the Brotherhood. Then I heard news of a new squib apprentice to Grindelwald. Naturally, the werewolves were pissed and then our leader started sending werewolves after this apprentice. But when you told me werewolves were after you, I suspected you were the apprentice. But I needed to be sure before confronting you; I needed to know why Grindelwald chose you as his apprentice. So I went digging into the Brotherhood secrets. I found out about you of course but then I stumbled upon something even bigger. Grindelwald had fed a long term potion to your mother, one that seeps into the bloodstream. Grindelwald wanted the BWL on his side, so he had his research department come up with a potion that would make the drinker hate their child. But not all the children, it would make the drinker dislike the child they loved the most. In his arrogance, Grindelwald assumed that being the boy-who-lived, your mother would love John more but as time went on and she did not start hating John, Grindelwald assumed the potion had failed. Unfortunately, it did work but Grindelwald realized this later, and your mother started neglecting you since she had originally loved you more. I suspect it was only Lily's strength of will that she never outright hated you but she could not fully withstand the strength of the potion." Remus said breathing heavily now. "That bastard," Harry exclaimed, furious but at Remus's motion, quieted down to listen.
"Coming back to the present, Grindelwald was excited about your power and how you would be his perfect weapon for Dumbledore's boy-who-lived. But Grindelwald had you monitored and found out about your improving relationship with your mother. He tried to interfere but then he couldn't stop you two from getting close so he ordered assassins after her. I would have told you all of this sooner Harry but I've been held prisoner at Headquarters for a long time. And when I heard of Lily's death, I knew I could stay prisoner no longer and did everything in my power to escape and as you can see, it wasn't pretty." Remus said coughing up blood from having spoken for too long.
Harry was livid. Looking at Remus's condition though, Harry put his revenge on the back of his mind for now. "Are you okay remus? How did you escape? And you need to get to a hospital." Harry said, noting that Remus despite some makeshift bandages, he was still bleeding.
But before Remus could open his mouth, Remus fell to the ground, a silver knife sticking out from his back and soon, disintegrated into ashes.
"Ah, even the best ones turn traitor and it saddens me to kill them off," Remarked Shaun Colbert, leader of the werewolves in the brotherhood, apprentice to Grindelwald and most importantly an earth elemental. He was standing a distance away and Harry could see he was wearing gloves so as not to get burned by the silver knife he had thrown.
Harry was beyond angry but his occlumency barriers were at full strength. Hence it was a calm faced, rationally thinking Harry who stood up and turned to face the earth elemental. He would go all out in this fight, and he would kill the werewolf.
Ten silver knives emerged from his pockets, and shot towards the werewolf at blinding speeds. Shaun just stood there with a smile on his face as the knives hit him and fell to the ground, their tips blunted. "Ah well Harry, you see the earth protects me from those quick little knives of yours. My body is covered by a thin layer of the strongest rock on earth." Shaun said smugly. Twirling his wand in his hand, Shaun remarked "you see Harry, I could always use my wand but I believe my elemental powers should be enough to defeat you."
Harry looked into Shaun's eyes and was about to use legilimency before he realized werewolves had natural barriers, which meant he couldn't use illusions either. Harry sent bursts of wind that sliced through the air as they approached Shaun. A wave of his hand and a wall sprang up in front of Shaun, and even Harry's piercing blasts could not penetrate it. Using telekinesis, Harry pushed hard and Shaun's own wall came towards him at crashing speeds. However, Shaun jumped aside just in time. "I'll admit, I didn't expect that," Shaun remarked dusting off the dirt from his clothes.
Harry sprang into action, running towards Shaun, trying to get into close combat. Knowing that nothing would pierce Shaun's armor and that the earth element was the perfect counter for an air element, his elemental attacks would be useless. However golems emerged from the ground in front of him and Harry had to fight them off. His wind attacks were withstood by the sturdy golems and his weapons could not pierce their bodies. The only way through was to fight them hand to hand. The inhuman strength did not however stop his body from bruising and bleeding all over and yet the supply of golems was endless. With the occasional telekinesis, Harry was able to incapacitate large numbers but there was only so much telekinesis he could use. Suddenly Harry thought of something and jumped in the air. He flew upwards barely five feet when vines shot out of the ground and wrapped around his ankles. Taking out Slytherin's dagger for the first time, Harry cut the vines that decayed on the spot and landed on the ground gracefully. His dagger gave him warmth and a new found confidence. The dagger plunged into the golems and they disintegrated on the spot. Harry was finishing off the golems faster than Shaun could make them. And soon the path cleared and Harry lunged towards Shaun.
Swift wand movement and Harry could only watch as the dark red colored spell hit him in the chest. Harry fell to the ground screaming as it felt like burning needles were piercing all parts of his body. After only a minute that seemed endless, Shaun lifted the crucio curse and looked down at the heavily breathing Harry. "I would have finished you off easily but I supposed I underestimated you again and this time was closer than I would have liked." Shaun said looking at the dagger lying on the ground. He bent down to pick it up but hissed as the dagger burned his finger. He levitated the dagger using his wand and created a box of stone to put it in. Harry was bruised and was feeling pain all over his body but he still tried to get up one more time. Shaun noticed his movement and stunned him as the world went dark for Harry.
A/N: I'll have to cut it short here. Yes I know the chapter is unusually short but I needed to get this out before continuing with the story. I promise the next chapter will be twice as long.
Next chapter: Harry imprisoned, will he escape? Will Lisa be finally freed? The werewolves revolt and on the other hand, who will become guardians for Harry and/or John? Leave your ideas as reviews because I still haven't decided. Or just review anyways, it keeps me happy.