Warnings: OC, OOC, slash, suicide, murder, OotP Spoilers
Rating: PG- 13 (may change)
A/N: Hey everyone! As some of you may know, I had another fic with the same title. Unfortunately, my computer crashed and I will have to start again. I think this version will be a wee bit better. Please review when you've finished reading this chapter? Thank you very much!Italics: thoughts
Chapter 1: Servitas a Periculum
Harry Potter wasn't exactly what you would call...normal. It wasn't his appearance, his unruly black hair and green eyes. It was his past, his present and his future, along with one abnormal thing about his appearance that fits in with his past. Halloween 1981 was when it happened. That night, Harry lost his parents to the hands of the Dark Lord Voldemort. But Harry made history that night, by being the only person to survive the Killing curse, Avada Kedavra. When Voldemort cast the spell, it had rebounded onto him, not killing him, but destroying his body. Harry was left unharmed, apart from the scar on his forehead, shaped like a lightning bolt. It wasn't until he was eleven, that Harry learned the truth. He was a wizard, the most famous wizard in the wizarding world. September 1991 was Harry started Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where he has been studying magic for five years.
This same wizard lay on his bed in a normal muggle house in a normal muggle village, in normal muggle England. His green eyes were closed in an effort to stop the tears from flooding with the memories of his godfather, Sirius Black. At the end of Harry's fifth year at Hogwarts, he and his friends, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood, travelled from Scotland to London to save Harry's godfather from lord Voldemort's revived clutches. Instead of saving him, the trip to London killed him. His cousin Bellatrix Lestrange used a spell to knock Sirius through a veil in the Ministry of Magic. Along with killing Sirius, Lestrange killed Harry's will to live. Sirius was the closest thing to family Harry had. Sirius had been there for him, trying to make up for his twelve-year absence, and he had succeeded.
Harry climbed of his bed and walked over to his windowsill. He stared at the velvet sky. He saw the moon in crescent form. He smiled slightly at its beauty, at how it calmed the war in his mind. Calming the war didn't stop it however. Harry made up his mind there and then. He needed to end the pain and suffering. He walked over to his trunk, and pulled out the pocketknife Sirius gave him. He looked at the blade that would end his life. Harry positioned the blade slightly above his wrist and dragged the knife all the way across, feeling the scarlet liquid leave the wound and seep down his arm. Slowly, the room around him faded as he fell to the floor. He felt his hand lose its grip on the knife. He gave a small laugh before slipping into a dying state.
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Mr. Vernon Dursley sat on the sofa in the cosy living room of the Dursley household, sipping his tea. He was talking to his wife, Petunia about Mrs. Number 5 from across the road being the nosiest busybody there was, when he heard a thud from upstairs.
"Potter!" he whispered dangerously. He slowly stood up and was instantly thrown back down by a sudden wind. The TV seemed to explode, and the lights burst. The window in the living room shattered and the front door blew open. A large cloaked figure stepped through the doorway and floated up the stairs. Vernon's eyes widened when he saw the figure. The cloak blew open Harry's door, to reveal the dying boy in a pool of blood.
"It is time for you to die!" Death hissed, pulling back the hood to reveal a skull. Death pulled a scythe from his cloak and raised it into the air. As the blade came swinging down, a bright light erupted into Harry's bedroom.
No! Harry thought. Let him take me! I want it to end!
The light took a shape. Harry recognised it and searched his mind for whom that form belonged to. Then it hit him.
The light continued to shine as Harry's eyes closed.
Harry slowly regained feeling in his body. He heard voices around him, but couldn't point out the owner. The voices sounded so close yet so far away. His body was stiff, and Harry wanted to keep in this state forever. He felt a soft hand brush his cheek.
"He must never know Dumbldore!" came a familiar voice. ""He must never know, until we are both ready for this."
"I understand. It is amazing. No love has ever been this strong. You must keep a close watch on him."
"I will sir! Thank you!"
"Don't mention it. Severus will take you to your rooms. He will awake any moment."
Harry heard a door close far away. He groaned as he moved his head, and opened his eyes. He was in a dark room, lit only by candles. The room was quite large, about the size of the boys' dormitory, with one single, crimson bed that Harry lay on. Tapestries hung on the wall, depicting a spectacular castle. Albus Dumbldore stood at the foot of the bed, smiling at Harry.
"How are you, my boy?" he asked merrily.
"It was you! You saved me from Death."
"WHY?" Harry screamed. "WHY DID YOU HAVE TO GO AND BLOODY RUIN IT? I WANTED TO DIE! I WANTED TO END ALL THE PAIN I AM FORCED TO ENDURE! THEN YOU COME ALONG AND SAVE ME!"
"Harry, don't you dare say that!"
"WHY NOT? IT'S TRUE! I WITNESSED DEATH AT THE AGE OF 1 DUMBLEDORE! AND THEN AGAIN AT ELEVEN! TWELVE, FOURTEEN AND FIFTEEN! EVERY YEAR AT THAT DUMP OF A SCHOOL I WITNESS DEATH! THIRTEEN, THE ONE YEAR NOTHING HORRIBLE HAPPENED! I NEVER EVEN KNEW MY PARENTS! I endure sorrow, and pain Dumbldore! Do you expect me to put up with that?"
"Yes. You are the only one who can save the wizarding and muggle world."
"SHUT UP YOU OLD BAT! THAT'S THE PROBLEM! PEOPLE THINK I SHOULD SAVE THEM! I HAVE MY OWN LIFE TO LIVE, AND I WILL NOT WASTE IT ON A PROPHECY WE'RE NOT EVEN SURE IS TRUE!"
"Harry! You have to understand! If you don't fight Voldemort, the world will die!"
"Why me? Voldemort fears you! I am sixteen years old! You are somewhere in your hundreds! You have knowledge most people couldn't even dream of! If you have all these powers, why am I the one who needs to have the fate of the world on his shoulders?"
"FORGET THE DAMN PROPHECY! IT IS HISTORY! THE ONLY THING KEEPING IT ALIVE WAS THE THING I BROKE IN THE DEPARTMENT OF MYSTERIES! IT'S NOT FAIR DUMBLEDORE! I DON'T EVEN GET A CHOICE! I AM DRAGGED INTO A LIFE I SHOULDN'T HAVE! THAT'S WHY I TRIED TO KILL MYSELF!"
Dumbldore's sapphires stared into Harry's emeralds. Tears seemed to escape from Dumbldore's eyes, causing Harry to gasp.
"I'm sorry Harry. I truly am. For now I think you should rest. Or tour the castle."
"Are we in Hogwarts?"
"Yes, Harry. Just walk down the stairs outside the door and you'll come to the 9th floor."
"Strange," Harry muttered. "I always though there were seven main floors."
"We're in a tower Harry. Most towers for this part of the castle start on the eighth, ninth or tenth floors."
"Um, sir? When will I get all my things for the year?"
"You can take the train to London anytime in the holidays. And another two students are staying here at Hogwarts as well."
"I'll leave it up to you to find out Harry. I must leave now. Good bye!"
And with that, Dumbldore left the room, walking down the stone stairs. Harry climbed off his bed and opened a large window to its right, letting the warm breeze ruffle his already messy hair. The sky outside was the velvety black, with silvery stars dotted with the moon in its glory. Harry sighed and walked down the stairs. He admired the spiralling staircase, with its oak steps and tapestries hanging from the wall. At the bottom, there was another tapestry. This one was a beautiful emerald green, with golden words woven in Latin:
'Servitas a Periculum
Servitas a Meleficum'
Harry memorised those words and walked through the tapestry, coming into a long corridor. Tapestries hung all the way down the hallway. He found an odd looking one that seemed to be made of water. Harry pushed his hand through, feeling a soft fabric on his wrist. Harry savoured the feeling for a moment, before stepping completely through the water. He had entered a dark corridor. It looked strangely like the dungeons, but Harry ignored that and walked down a stone staircase. Rubies and sapphires adorned the dirty walls at places, some as eyes of snakes, some merely set into the wall. Harry ran his finger along a carved cobra, noticing how smooth it was compared to the brick walls of the passages. He continued down the staircase and came to a blank wall. Slowly, he walked through it, feeling the water against his pale skin. The next room was the library.
Harry had never noticed how incredibly built the library was, with a marble arch over the 'Light Magic' section. Fascinated, Harry walked under the arch and found a row of marble bookcases. Harry looked along the row to his left, looking at the titles of milky white books. He found an interesting one, titled 'Light Force Protection: A Study of White Magic'. Harry picked it up and slowly opened it to the first page.
For the longest time, White magic has been created using potions. It is believed, that white magic was formed from the power of gems, such as rubies and diamonds, thus causing the spell to be the colour of the stone. Many White magic spells have been mixed with Dark Magic. At the time of the reign of Lance Rena, the European Prince, such spells were created using White magic and the outlawed Dark Arts, thus the lands were forced into battle, after the balance of both forces was disrupted.
Lance fought the Dark Lord of the time, Loret Mortre. The battle ended after three days of each wizard duelling. According to legend, lance defeated Mortre and sealed his magic into a chest, known as 'Pandora's Box'. To this day, the Box radiates Dark energy and shifts in the Earth's core.
Harry raised his eyebrows in fascination. He took the book to Madam Pince, the librarian, and checked it out. He gave her a quick "Thanks!" and ran to find where he had come through. He found the place, and stepped through, feeling the watery sensation. As he walked up the staircase, he closed his eyes and though about Pandora's Box. He wondered who Pandora was, if they were real, and not just a name for the box. Still lost in his thoughts, Harry approached the top of the staircase. On the second to the top step, he hit something really hard, and fell back down a few steps. When he finally stopped rolling, he looked up and saw I robed figure.
"Watch where you're going!" Draco Malfoy spat.
"Harry? Uh-I mean...Potter?"
"What are you doing here?" Harry asked.
"Dumbldore let me stay here over the holidays. What about you?"
"The same reason as yours," Harry replied, standing up.
"Why's he letting you stay here?"
"I...that's none of your business Malfoy!"
"Harry, over the time I've spent here, I've been thinking."
"Oh so you can actually think! Shame you didn't when you insulted me!"
"That's...what I was thinking about, Harry. Since the first train ride here, we've hated each other, just because you wouldn't take my hand. I'll offer it to you again. I'm willing to put the past behind me, if you are," he whispered, putting out his hand.
Harry stared at it for a moment, totally at a loss at what had just happened.
"You...you want me to forgive you?"
"I've forgiven you Harry. I've decided where my loyalties lie. They lie with you and the forces of light."
Harry continued to stare at Malfoy's hand. Malfoy, the boy he had hated since their first year, was willing to come to a truce. Was willing to forgive Harry for their arguments. He looked up into Malfoy's silver eyes, and could see no deception, no malicious glint
Harry, who was feeling numb, slowly accepted Malfoy's hand, and shook it.
"I'm giving you a chance, Draco. If you break my trust just once, I swear that chance will be taken back and I will forget all about what happened! Got it?"
"Yes, Harry. And thanks! Very few people would have forgiven me of all people."
"I can see in your eyes Draco, that you have changed."
Draco smiled, causing Harry's heart to stop. The smile was kind, heart warming, and thankful. Draco could stop the world from spinning with such a smile. Harry shook the thoughts away.
"Hey Draco? Um, I'm going to Diagon Alley tomorrow, and I was um wondering you wanted to come with me?"
"Sure! What time should I meet you?"
"About half eight in the Entrance Hall?"
"Sure! I'll see you then!"
"Ok, see you."
Harry watched the blonde Slytherin walk down the stairs, and heard an odd splash. He had never noticed it when he stepped through the entrances. He continued through the tapestry, and found the beautiful emerald one, with the golden Latin. Harry gave the words a quick scan before walking through.
As Harry climbed the stairs, one though ran through his mind. What do those words mean?
A/N: Hey! Please let me know what you though of the chapter? Reviews will be much appreciated.