Harry Potter, downfall of Lord Voldemort

“Harry Potter, downfall of Lord Voldemort.”

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Harry was currently standing in the Dursleys kitchen making their breakfast. He had arrived from his fifth year at Hogwarts just a week ago. These vacations were like a Hell to Harry. Well, all the vacations were like Hell to him but this year Uncle Vernon seemed to have nothing to do but to torment Harry by making snide comments on him.

This year, Uncle Vernon had suffered a loss in his company and blamed it all on Harry and his ‘abnormality’. He was in a very bad mood these days. Whenever he said something about Harry, Harry kept his mouth shut and never said something in his defence because he knew what was to come if he shot back.

Uncle Vernon was now sitting on a sofa and was reading a newspaper (nothing unusual). While Dudley was sitting on his usual seat in front of T.V. and was watching his favourite T.V. show. Aunt Petunia was babbling about how lazy and inefficient Harry was and how she was unlike him when she was of his age.

“Harry, hurry up you lazy brat!” Uncle Vernon yelled from behind his newspaper.

“Coming, Uncle Vernon!” Harry shouted back, while cursing him under his breath.

Soon enough, the food was in front of them and they were eating it like there was no tomorrow. Uncle Vernon had still got his nose struck in the newspaper while eating. Dudley was eating ferociously while at the same time he was watching T.V. as well.

The ‘diet’ had done nothing to stop Dudley’s huge and ever-increasing body. He was as fat as ever if not more. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had decided to stop the dieting program as it had no effect on their ‘poor’ Duddykins’ body. Only Harry knew, when he was working on his assignments at midnight, that Dudley often ate something ‘light’ for ‘fun’. There was a huge pile of wrappers of full size Mars bars, under his bed.

“WHAT?! What is this boy?” Uncle Vernon yelled suddenly. There was a dangerous note in his voice. Dudley, who was watching T.V., moved his head towards Uncle Vernon and said in a disliking voice. “Can’t you get your mouth shut for a moment? I am watching T.V.” However, Uncle Vernon ignored him. His tiny eyes were glued to Harry.

“What Uncle Vernon?” Harry asked.

“Don’t try to act innocent boy. What is THIS?” Uncle Vernon shouted furiously and shoved the newspaper on Harry’s face.

Harry read the newspaper. There was a big heading on it. It read.

Unexpected attack on Super market

100 killed, 400 injured

Yesterday evening there was an attack on Super market. The violation started at about 4’o’clock. The attackers were strange people. There is nothing known about them. A panic was started within the people at the attack. The few people, who saw the attackers and lived to tell, have told that the attackers were all dressed in black, strange robes. They had very, very dangerous weapons with them. They carried thin, wooden sticks with them. The purpose of those sticks is yet not known. However, our scientists and Police officers are still investigating.

Harry was furious. How could he do that? That bastard! He can’t be a human even. Killing 100 Muggles? Not to mention injuring 400 others. Oh God, he is a monster that snake-face. I’ll kill him with bare hands. Harry thought angrily.

This was the very first activity, of which Harry had listened of, concerning Voldemort. His previous year was completely in peace without any sign of the feared Dark Lord. Due to the down profile that Voldemort kept, Fudge had convinced the Wizarding World, against Dumbledore, that Voldemort had not resurrected.

Harry Potter, once recalled as the boy-who-lived, was often named the boy-who-dreamt. No one dared to pull out a name for Dumbledore due to his anger. However, the trust and confidence Wizarding people used to have on him was fading gradually.

There were certain protests now that Dumbledore should be fired from the post of Headmaster at Hogwarts because he is too old or incapable. The Malfoys were the most eminent family among those who protested. However, Dumbledore was still at his post because of the support some faithful families including pure-bloods as well as Muggle-borns. The Weasleys out-stood that group. They were supporting Dumbledore fully. Dumbledore’s position as a Headmaster of Hogwarts was now in danger. Lucius Malfoy had even turned over half of the school governors to his side, against Dumbledore. But no thing could be done by either of them if no bad thing happened at Hogwarts which could be used against Dumbledore.

“They were your fellow freaks, weren’t they?” Uncle Vernon shook Harry’s shoulders violently. “I knew...I knew you people hate us. It has been always your desire to kill us and take our place and rule this world. You monsters! You freaks! You…You…” Uncle Vernon couldn’t find more words. Instead, he lunged at Harry and grabbed his neck in his huge hands and pressed it with his all might.

Harry couldn’t see anymore. His mind was diving in and out of blackness. He wasn’t able to breath.

Dudley had by now stopped watching T.V. and was now encouraging and cheering his father to kill Harry. Aunt Petunia was trying to convince Uncle Vernon tirelessly to leave Harry alone because if Harry was killed, he would end up being in jail.

Uncle Vernon finally came to his senses and took his hands away from Harry’s neck and moved out of the room.

Harry remain laid on the floor. His breath was ragged. He massaged his neck for a moment, and then stood up, lamely. Dudley had gone back to watching his T.V. show. Aunt Petunia had moved out of the room following Uncle Vernon. Harry moved towards his only some-what safe place in the Dursleys house, his room.

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Harry was lying on his bed, later that night. He was thinking about the Wizarding World. If only I can get any information from there about Voldemort. He thought. He has been in his room since the breakfast incident, thinking about the Dark Lord and Hogwarts. He had already finished his school’s homework. All of his assignments were done and were packed in his trunk.

Harry stayed up half of the night, thinking about Voldemort’s increasing power and influence. In his fifth year, the Dark Lord had made no try to kill him and plot a plan against him and it worried him. Harry knew he was achieving power and when he will be ready, it will not be good for him.

Harry was finally able to drift off to an uncomfortable sleep.

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He was standing in a huge hall which can match the length and breadth of the Great Hall at Hogwarts. There were portraits of several evil looking Wizards here and there. Among those portraits Harry recognized the portraits of Salazar Slytherin and Grindelwald. There were many portraits of Salazar Slytherin in the room, more than anyone else’s. Harry assumed that this was the castle of Salazar Slytherin, in which he stayed during his fight with Godric Gryffindor.

In the hall, there was a semi-circle made of Death Eaters. In the front of the Death Eaters’ semi-circle, Voldemort was standing looking pleased. There was a glowing orb, which gave light, between the Death Eaters and Voldemort. Harrymoved to a darker corner of the hall.

“All of you know that Dementors have declared their loyalties to me. This fact alone has given us an ultimate advantage over the Light side. The Light side’s chances in the War have reduced too much.” Voldemort scanned facial expressions of all the Death Eaters for any emotion. Then, he continued. “However, the giants have declined to join either us or Dumbledore. This also goes in our advantage. Nevertheless, we should still remain cautious of the old Dumbledore. He is a dangerous opponent.” Voldemort said.

“Secondly…” He continued. “I want Harry Potter in my grasp before we make any of our next moves. Potter’s capture will low down the moral of the Wizarding World.” “McNair, Wormtail, Avery, Nott and Selver, I want you all to go and kidnap Potter and I want success!” He ordered.

The Death Eater named Selver came forwards and said. “But my Lord, we don’t know where he lives.”

“Wormtail here has already taken care of that. Haven’t you Wormtail?” Voldemort laughed wickedly.

Wormtail came forward and said in a trembling voice. “Y-yes m-master.”

“Where is that?” Voldemort asked in an orderly manner.

“Near the market we attacked, my Lord.” Wormtail said.

Harry fumed with rage. There was no denying now that Voldemort was not in the back of the attack of the market. He felt hatred boiling inside him for his parents’ as well as hundreds of other innocent people’s killer. But Harry chose not to reveal himself in front of the group of Death Eaters. He knew it was nothing but foolishness. He had to take some other way to punish the Dark Lord.

“Attack when you are ready but make it before he goes to the safety of Dumbledore. Any thing else?...Ok go now and do your jobs properly.” Voldemort said and left to the inner area of the castle. Death Eaters also started to leave one by one.

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Harry was lying on the floor of his room. His bed was not big enough for him to toss and turn, like last year. He had out-grown it.

Harry remembered his dream and clenched his fingers. So, Voldemort is trying to get a hold of me, again. He thought angrily. He will never succeed in his dirty plans till Dumbledore lives. Harry laid down on his bed again and hoped that sleep will come to him.

Harry wasn’t able to sleep for a long time. He laid awake on his bed, thinking about Voldemort and his nasty plans. At last, sleep over-took him near the dawn.

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Days flew by. There was no sign of the Death Eaters or Dark Lord Voldemort in the Privet Drive. Uncle Vernon’s attitude towards Harry had improved. He was cooled down from the grief of loss and massacre. Dudley and Aunt Petunia were same as ever.

Harry had informed Dumbledore about his dream of Voldemort. Dumbledore had said that he will take care of the Death Eaters if they attacked and will appoint Aurors to protect Harry. Harry was getting more and more bored in the #4 Privet Drive.

Harry was entering the door of his room. He had just had a dinner with the Dursleys which was none too pleasant. He was going to rest on his bed, as there was no thing else to do, when he heard a faint voice, as coming from a distance. “Harry.” Harry was startled. The voice repeated Harry’s name on and on. Now it seemed that voice had come nearer as it was more clear and a bit loud. The voice was whispering Harry’s name gently.

Harry felt an electric current shot through him and he left the world of consciousness as the blackness covered his mind.

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Harry opened his eyes. He was standing on….nothing. He looked around the place he was standing. He wanted to scream after taking in the scene before his eyes.

He was in space. The real space. There were planets of every sorts and sizes all around him. The scene was very over-whelming. Harry was absolutely stunned. At one side of space there was darkness….total darkness. Yet at the other side there was a beautiful, unearthly light emitting from an anonymous source.

Sun was also at a far distance from him. Harry could see it very clearly. A huge ball of energy giving off a sacred glow. The light gave the feeling of security and yet at the other hand frightened him very much.

Harry looked around again and noticed a man standing right in front of him. Harry wasn’t sure if he was here before, when he had looked around.

The man was very old and kind looking. However, he did seem very active and brilliant. He also gave a feeling of security and power. He was smiling at Harry, probably amused by his surprise.

The man broke the silence. “So, I see that you have noticed me.”

“Who are you?” Harry asked.

“My name is Gabe.” The old man replied, seriously this time.

“Em…can I ask why have you brought me here?” Harry asked again. “That is if you have.” He added quickly.

“Yes, I have brought you here. And why? You will come to know.” He said.

“What is this place? And how can we survive here without any Oxygen? Are we really in space?” Harry asked so many questions in one breath.

The old man smiled. “Now, now, calm down Harry. I’ll answer all of your questions one by one. Okay?” He said.

“First, we are not really in space. This is all just an illusion. Secondly, we are at a place where we can survive without any air or Oxygen.” He searched Harry’s face, very much like Professor Dumbledore.

“This is all an illusion?” Harry said, shocked.

“Yes, and if you don’t feel very comfortable with it, we can arrange something else.” As soon as these words left Gabe’s mouth, the whole scene dissolved into a void, black place.

There was nothing, no colour, nor anything else. There were just Harry and Gabe standing there with the blackness surrounding them.

“Wow!” Harry breathed.

“Thank you.” Gabe answered.

“How were you able to do that? Did we just apparated?” Harry was again back at asking multiple questions in a single breath.

“You see Harry we are not in the real world. We are somewhere between your conscious and unconscious. And as I am the one who brought you here, I am able to control it.” Gabe explained. “Want to see it?” He added after watching Harry’s doubtful expressions.

The next second Harry knew, he was standing in the middle of the Gryffindor common room which was filled with students of his house. No one seemed to notice as they appeared. Harry tried to talk to one of the students, he recognised as a third year but Gabe interrupted him.

“It is in vain Harry. They can’t talk to you because they are all illusions. And how did you forget that the school hasn’t started yet. How can students be in the school already?” He said.

Harry was embarrassed at his lack of thinking. He hadn’t really thought that the students would be in their respective homes right now instead of Hogwarts.

“What do you want with me? Why have you brought you me here?”

“Yes, that’s what I would like to tell you. Harry, I know you have not got any good experiences with one, but, I am a seer.”

Harry stood there dumbfounded. ‘Another seer? Now he will predict my death. Probably that is why he has brought me here.’ Harry thought.

“No Harry. I am nothing like that fraud Trelawney who makes a fun of the art of divination in front of children. No Harry, I am a true seer. A true one.” He said as if reading Harry’s mind.

“H-how?” Harry stuttered.

“I told you Harry. Everything in here is in my control. I can do whatever I want, although there is a little that can be done here.”

“Now what do you want with me? Predict my death from the hands of Voldemort?” Harry had recovered from the previous shock.

“No Harry. Instead, I am here to predict Voldemort’s death from your hands.”

“Wha-what?” The man was again successful to surprise Harry.

“Yes. As I said before, I am a true seer. And I see that you will cause the downfall of the Dark Lord. However, to do so, you will need my help.”

Harry was speechless.

The old man smiled. “Yes I know Harry that this is a shock for you. Being predicted the one who shall ruin the Dark Lord’s reign of terror. But you are the one. I assure you.”

“Okay. I would do anything to destroy Voldemort. He has made my life a living Hell.” Harry said with a sigh as if reaching a conclusion. “What do I have to do?”

“You have to practise spells against Dark Arts and learn powerful light magic to protect yourself as well as others.”

“How will I be learning it? And it is forbidden to use magic out of school for under-age wizards?” Harry asked.

“I will teach you and we will be doing it here where no one can detect it.” The old man smiled.

“Now I think this is enough to last you today. We will begin our training from tomorrow.”

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Harry opened his eyes. ‘Was it all a dream?’ He wondered. He remembered every single moment of the dream or whatever it was. He remembered old man’s gentle face, the space, Gryffindor common room, the old man’s theory about the place and…his prediction.

Harry was very confused at the moment. This cannot be true. It must be a dream yet at the same time he remembered every thing clearly as it was written in his memory. He could even repeat the dialogues between him and Gabe which would not have been possible if it was just a dream.

Harry decided to wait till tomorrow to know the truth because if it was not a dream, he will be visiting Gabe tomorrow.

Harry thought about it all the night and wasn’t able to sleep.

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A.N: Here’s the 1^st chapter. I’ll be updating soon.

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