Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not Harry Potter, not Pirates of the Caribbean, not Japanese anime, nothing. They are property of their rightful owners. I do not make money off of this. I also do not own Master Myers, as that is the name of one of my Tae kwon do instructors. He's cool, so I decided to put him in here.
A/N: Again I'm trying to make a story, since two of my other ones were pretty bad. I think this storyline is good though, so hopefully it will turn out well.
Pain Beyond Reckoning
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The Dursleys were not at all happy with Harry Potter.
"BOY! HOW DARE YOUR-YOUR-FREAKY FRIENDS THREATEN US!" roared a very unhappy Uncle Vernon, as they entered their home.
"It's about time that they-" Harry was cut off by a punch to his stomach. He keeled over on to the floor when a second punch was delivered.
"What was that for?!" Harry roared.
Vernon didn't answer, but picked him up by the scruff of the neck. He hauled Harry up the stairs, and threw him into his room, locking the many locks on the door.
"You better get your rest, tomorrow will be worse!" Uncle Vernon bellowed from the other side of the door.
Great, Harry thought, another perfect summer at the Dursleys.
Harry Potter was not normal. He was fairly tall, with jet-black hair and black wire-rimmed glasses. Hidden behind his glasses were brilliant, emerald-green eyes. But, the most bizarre thing about Harry Potter was a thin, lightning-bolt shaped scar upon his forehead. It was this scar that sealed Harry's destiny. For Harry Potter was a wizard, and a very powerful one at that. It was prophesized that Harry would defeat the most powerful Dark Wizard every to walk the earth: Lord Voldemort.
The words to the prophecy were forever etched in Harry's brain.
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies…And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have the power the Dark Lord knows not…And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives…The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…
This was Harry's fate, and there was no other way. He either had to murder the Dark Lord, or be murdered by him.
The prophecy was not the only thing on his mind. Harry had just recently lost his godfather, Sirius Black. Sirius had been killed by his cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange. An intense wave of anger swept over him as he thought of that name, and he promised that he would get his revenge.
Harry could still remember vividly his godfather's death. He could remember how Sirius and Bellatrix had been dueling, and Sirius taunting. He remembered how Sirius had not seen the jet of light hit him. Harry could remember the way his face was set in surprise as he fell through the black, ragged veil…
Harry tried his hardest, but couldn't get those two things out of his mind. Trying to focus on something else just made the memories came back, even more intense. He stripped down to his boxers, and got into his bed, trying to think of anything other than Sirius and the Prophecy. He laid his head down on his pillow, and closed his eyes. He felt sleep creep up on him, and drifted off…
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Sirius was dueling atop a platform, dodging spells and shouting taunts. Sirius was then hit with a jet of light, and fell off the platform, a surprised look on his face. Harry watched as he fell through the veil, never to return again.
The veil disapperead, and Harry was standing in a bare, open room. It was very dark, and the only light that could be seen was from a candle in the center of the room. Harry stepped over to it, and looked at it. The candle was hovering in midair, and Harry wondered what it was doing there. He waved his hand over it, and the flame from the candle jumped into his outstretched hand. Harry stumbled back in shock, and closed his hand. The flame reappeared in the candle, giving off its eerie glow.
"What the hell?" Harry thought out loud.
"You have great potential Harry Potter." A voice said from behind him. Harry whipped around, and came face-to-face with an old wizard.
"Who are you?" Harry asked, examining the wizard.
"I am no one to be trifled with, and that is all you need to know." He answered simply, conjuring up a chair and sitting in it.
"Oh. What do you want with me?"
"I am here to help you Harry Potter. I know of your destiny, and have come to give you what you need to defeat Voldemort." The old wizard replied, clasping his fingers.
"What are you going to give me?"
"This." The wizard grabbed a goblet, and gave it to Harry. Harry took it reluctantly, and examined the liquid. It was black, and sent off a black aura.
"What is it?" Harry asked, eyeing the liquid nervously.
"It is a liquid that brings out a person's true capability. This is the only amount that ever existed, and many wizards have spent their entire lives searching for it," Harry was about to take a drink, when the wizard spoke again. "Be warned, this will make you very powerful, but it will be very painful. You will be cursed from the moment you drink it."
"My purpose is to destroy Voldemort, and if I have to sacrifice my life to save the people I love than I will. Cheers." He raised the goblet to his lips, and felt the liquid slide down his throat. It burned like hell, making him feel like he swallowed fire. When it reached his stomach, he shrieked. The pain was unbearable! He felt as if his stomach exploded, and was on the ground writhing with pain, blood pouring out of his mouth, eyes, and ears. His lungs were on fire, and his heart was beating extremely fast. His limbs felt as if they had been dismembered, and his head felt as if it had spontaneously combusted. The Cruciatus Curse was nothing compared to this. The only thing that could be heard above his screams was the cruel, maniacal laughter of the old wizard.
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Harry was awoken by a sharp pain across his face. He felt terrible, as if he had been burned alive. He was still screaming, and someone tied a piece of clothe around his mouth, trying to muffle the screams.
"BOY! WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO, WAKE THE WHOLE NEIGHBORHOOD?! SHUT UP!!" Vernon Dursley roared, hitting Harry across the head with a meaty fist. Upon impact, Harry saw darkness creeping up on him and blacked out.
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A/N: Hopefully this is pretty good. I think I actually did pretty well. Please review, they let me know if people like the story or hate it. Criticism is welcome, since it will help me improve my writing.
Thanks,
The Dark Sorceror
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