Story, "Love."
Prologue.
Summary: The title says it. Harry is torn between the affection of his mother and the love of his girl friend, Hermione. Meanwhile, Voldermort is on a rise again. The time of the final battle is approaching. Amid Strange circumstances he travels back in time and encounters his parents who might provide the strength he needs against Voldermort. But will he forget the love of his heart? Jealous James! Angry Remus! Maniac Sirius and Confused Harry!
A flashback from Future
He was pouring over some books in the restricted section of the library, trying to find the one book, which was needed.
The book that would decide the fate of the world.
He needed the book immediately. Time was running short. The planted moles of both sides had done their work and they were waiting for the final strokes. The strokes that would decide it all.
He looked towards his watch.
'Damn! Only 30 minute more." He tapped the book with his wand. Nothing happened.
Another book, the same way of tapping. Nothing happening. Another book…another one…
"Fuck! 15 minutes remaining."
He felt the power inside him suddenly swirl up. He could feel his magical genes radiating some unknown magical energy. He felt his psychopathic senses quicken and he was aware of someone, someone whom he loved sitting in a crowding room thinking of him.
He would have to tell her. But only if he survived the masterstroke.
The final battle.
He had wasted 1 minute in this thought.
Only two books were left in the shelf. He felt his heart quicken in anticipation.
"Shit! 10 minutes remaining." Nothing came out of the first book when he tapped it with his wand. Frustrated he threw the book. It went flying towards the ground hitting the floor with a loud thud. A thin parchment slipped out of it and lay on the floor. He looked at the parchment curiously.
Time was running out. He had to decide fast. Someone, something in his mind screamed at him to go look at the parchment. Almost unconsciously he stepped out of the chair and picked the parchment. It was a totally blank one with nothing written on it. On closer examination it looked like a piece of paper from a muggle diary.
Cursing he was about to throw the parchment away when a tiny scrawl on the lower end of the parchment caught his eyes. There in green characters were written.
I am Lord Voldermort.
"Got it!" he almost leapt out of his place.
"Fucking shit! 9 minutes left.
He didn't bother to tap the parchment with his wand, instead he placed the forefinger of his right hand on the tip of the parchment and suddenly words seem to appear on it out of nowhere.
Ancient Latin writing. Greek symbols.
Prima Endoras Assis baskos. (Spell of immortality)
These lines were scribbled on the parchment in neat handwriting.
I Tom have found the fruit of my hardships. I will be called Lord Voldermort from now on. I will conquer this world.
With this spell!
"Prima endorest senst gochio Dracos univerus playcos. Ell emin! Berethil!"
Bane of this spell is "Serpensotia." Something else was also written in very small handwriting. He glanced through it also laughing a little. How mental Voldermort was? He thought. It was written One who performs the anti-curse spell would never be able to make love with anyone else then the first person he makes love with. This is the curse of Grindlewald.
His hear fluttered. He had found it. So very simple now that he know the reason behind it. The great enemy was no fool. After all he was the most cunning person off his generation.
He looked at his watch.
"Nine hells! 4 minutes remaining."
He muttered a remembering charm, a not-so-easy-charm in normal conditions for normal people. Now he remembered the spell as clearly as his name. He looked at the paper. There was a bright flash; a jerk of his finger and the paper caught fire burning into embers.
He took out the portkey. 2 minutes remaining. He needed to hurry. He was leaving for good. He was just about to portkey himself when his psychic senses sensed the presence of another psychopath. He closed his eyes and for a moment concentrated hard on the feeling. He felt that a portal had opened in his head. He could no see the face of his mentor clearly.
Aged with care, shadowed with death, yet containing mirth. There was still hope in his eyes.
"Estel! Estel! He seemed to be getting one same message every time."
He felt waves like electric currents passing through his mind and he felt a voice say,
"Go, the hope of all and the love of many is with you."
He bowed his head…
"45, 44, 43…"
He took out the muggle-recycled can.
"SWISH!" there was a jerk at his naval. He unbalanced slightly, felt the swishing of Air stop and opened his eyes again.
He was standing at one edge of a vast plane. The plane stretched to the whole length of Hogwarts Grounds. He could make out figures surrounding the plain.
He turned his attention towards the center of the plain. Almost simultaneously, the sky roared, and lighting blinded everyone momentarily. Huge and threatening, black and menacing cloud rolled over the ground. Wind was slowing changing into a gale. The first torrents of gushing rain were about to fall.
Suddenly rain drops started to pelt down on him. He could feel urges of pain run over his body as he was suddenly bombarded with hail. He muttered a spell.
His vision cleared.
He could now see him.
Standing on the other corner of the field he looked more tall and threatening then before. His black clock swished madly because of the wind. His hairs were free and fell on his shoulders. His red eyes were blazing and in the silent of the dark they seemed like two peaks of Mount Thongrodium.
He moved forward.
The clouds hollered.
They both moved forward.
The hour of doom was fast approaching.
His psychopathic senses could feel the presence of an emotionally very strong person in the surroundings. The mental pressure was un-bearable. He could feel the magical energy pouring out of him.
He stretched his hands.
As if on a cue, there was a huge roar and the sky was visible for a moment.
They were now within hearing distance.
He took out his wand and gripped it tightly.
The figure just laughed and lightly fingered his wand.
"So we meat again, Harry." He said in a surprisingly soft voice.
"The end has approached. One of us will remain…and he will rule the world." He laughed menacingly.
But strangely it had no effect on Harry. He just stood there, trying to work out the strategies of Lord Voldermort.
"They are all here." Lord Voldermort gestured randomly towards what seemed like a huge mob of people.
"My followers, No-body's followers and your followers." He continued.
"They are here to see the end. The end has arrived Potter." His voice suddenly hardened.
"For years I have planned it. I know that neither of us can destroy each other except in single combat." The serpentine touch again crept in his voice. His voice so silky and so crafty that Harry felt a wave of venom passing through his body. He cringed at the foul atmosphere. Rain was now pelting down. But it didn't have any effect on both of the rivals.
"But you don't know…you don't know…" He continued silkily. Suddenly standing tall, his black clock blowing madly in the gale. Harry felt the air thicken with foulness of the evil will of Lord Voldermort.
"You don't know that I am immortal! I Lord Voldermort am immortal!" His voice thundered and it was louder then even the loudest of the thunderous clouds.
"When you read the prophecy, and got the invitation from me for a single duel, you thought that everything had gone according to your plan and that fool of a Headmaster thought that I had warranted my own death. Fool was he naught to realize that I had also heard the prophecy. Sometimes illegal animagus could be of great use." He said smiling maliciously at Harry.
"I have found the spell of immortality. I am Immortal! You can't defeat me. Surrender to me. I will give you all you desire for. Wealth, Girls, Women, we could rule the world among us. There is much more to the world which you haven't seen." He tried to tempt Harry. Harry had not said anything till this time. He just stood there listening to Voldermort talking about his glory. Suddenly a small smile crept on his face.
The foul mind of Voldermort thought that he had been able to succumb Harry to his charms. He expected a reply so he stood silently there.
Nothing happened for a few moments, but then Voldermort grew impatient.
"Why don't you talk boy?" He glared at Harry, but then his voice softened although the malevolence in him increased.
"Just think about it. You could be great! You could even get your parents back! Think about it…" He took a step closer making Harry back a bit.
Harry still didn't answer. Finally, Lord Voldermort lost his temper.
"Speak you boy! Can't you speak! Don't you have a tongue or that dotard of a fool of a Headmaster taken your tongue away?" He shouted at Harry.
Harry looked at him, and his eyes seem to him to so pure and so full of light that he backed away a little shocked by their grace and their beauty. Emerald flame was preparing itself for a final attack.
Finally Harry talked and everyone who listened felt as if someone else was speaking for him. His voice was fair and his tone seemed so eminent and firm that they thought some king of old has arrived to kill the evil.
"You were once great Tom. You were proud and great. Yet, you were mistreated. This mistreating clouded your wits. You felt that the world was only evil. You forgot the meaning of love after the death of Anne. Your heart refused to listen to any reason your brain gave to you. Yourself possessed you. You were given the choice to choose between good and evil and in your self-pity and misery you choose evil. Your own folly." Harry stopped for a breath.
"You ask me to serve for you?" Harry laughed a little.
"You think that if I defeat you I will govern my people?"
"Nay, Tom Riddle. You are wrong. You don't know the meaning of Love. You don't know the meaning of trust. You don't know the meaning of friendship. And most importantly you refuse to understand the meaning of freedom!"
"They all are my friends. I am not their ruler. I am also like them. If I have been provided with superficial powers it doesn't mean that I should think myself above others. I am nothing without the help of others. But "the believe I have on my friends" makes me something." Harry motioned towards the group of people who were listening to the whole confrontation. They were divided into two groups. Each group guarded by hit wizards from M.L.E.S. One was the clan of death-eaters, cheering for their lord, and their wands out ready to attack the people as soon as their lord won the battle.
The masses were standing in one big group protected by Auror's, M.L.E.S, and Phoenix force. Hopes were present on their faces.
"You meanwhile are nothing, Tom. Nothing. Your followers don't love you. They never did. They are with you just because they are afraid. You have not tasted what friendship is like. You don't know what is love!" He paused to take another breath.
"You offer me wealth! You offer me women! Nay! Lord Voldermort. I offer you something much better then wealth! I offer you friendship for wealth! Nay! Lord Voldermort I offer you something much better then women! I offer you love! Love that kindles one heart! Lo' repent from your sins and come join the light side!" Harry seemed like a kindling flame. A person wrapped in powers of good, clocked in special clock wrought for such occasion by Hermione.
They felt their hearts lighten after listening to Harry's speech.
And lo' and behold there was Harry, clad in white, the symbol of love, the symbol of peace standing in front of the flame of hatred. Like a strong pillar made of stone that withstands the severe weather.
The voice of Harry started ringing in everyone's mind.
"Repent from your sins and come join the light side" suddenly they felt their heart lighten.
"Bloody hell! Hey! Harry sure can make one hell of a speech." Near the edge of the ground two people were standing. This was said by one of them.
"Yeah, Padfoot, but this reminds of someone else we met in our seventh year…"
"You are right Lupin…he is sure like him…wonder where the old fellow would be now…he was so nice…and to think we suspected that he was a spy of Lord Voldermort…"
Some meters back.
A beautiful woman was standing alone. She was shaking with tears. Her hands clutched her hips so tightly that the tight peace of robe she was wearing scratched.
"Keep him safe…encha faunia elusafa!" "Oh my god! Keep him safe…"
"Oh Harry I love you! We know you will be fine…" amid her sobs she was saying this constantly. Suddenly she felt someone crawling on her from the back. She was standing at an isolated spot, just near huge tree. Which blocked her view from all other people. Before she could scream, she felt someone grab her from beside and throw some spell at her…
Unbearable pain hit her, she tried to scream but couldn't…she saw visions…she felt the execrating pain hit her again…she couldn't resist it…she tried to scream again, couldn't, blanched…and could see and feel no more…
"Job, well done! Master will be very happy from us Goyle!"
"Why Crabbe?"
"Well you see, she is Potter's girlfriend and by all accounts a ripe fish…Master would enjoy her…and maybe in the end we might have a go at her…"
"Yeah. Lets take her and apparate away…we will go to our Master when he is finished with the Potter lad…"
"Correct…"
Back to the Battle scene…
"You are not immortal! No one can be immortal! Speak and say do you repent from your doings, and come to the light side, begging pardon from all those you harmed or else you want to fight for a worthless cause…?"
Harry stopped and looked at Lord Voldermort, who had gone as red as his eyes. His eyes were blazing fire and the wrath of Lord Voldermort was about to be revealed.
"Never Potter! I don't need you! I merely wanted you because I don't want your talent to be wasted, but it seems that you have been polluted by some worthless stormcrows." Lord Voldermort Snarled.
"You are a liar and a tyrant Riddle. You deny your own words…alas! There is no choice left between us to fight…" Harry's face was emotionless…then suddenly he felt as if a heavy weight had been placed on his heart. He heard a faint cry of help. His heart fluttered. It seemed that suddenly somebody had devoured all strength out of him…
It seemed that Hermione was in trouble…
"Oh no! Curse Riddle to use fool tactics before the duel. But didn't I tell Sirius to keep everyone in sight…" suddenly Harry felt all the self-confidence disappear…the power in him was weakening…and it would barely be able to withstand…until or unless he shows extreme power of will.
He turned towards Lord Voldermort. 'It was his doing…he deserved death…so be it…he would either die or save all the world…'
"But at which cost Potter?" a voice in his heart snarled…
"At the cost of your love, your girlfriend, at the cost of your parents?"
"No, yes…No…in the long run it would all be good…" The voice of reasoning in his mind was not very sure…
"Look at what Voldermort is giving you…don't you want a good, normal life where you can look like a normal teenager…" a snarling voice said. Suddenly the chill in the air increased. The evil powers of lord Voldermort were full at work. Harry felt two red eyes looking at him amusedly as if knowingly fully of his inner struggle.
Suddenly, a vision came into Harry's mind…
"The dead body of Hagrid…Harry, you 'ave to save the world, your mum'n'dad be so proud…I will be proud…" Harry felt as if his head would suddenly explode. The struggle in him was overwhelming.
Suddenly he felt someone saying to him,
"What potter? You are only good at words. Afraid, are you?" Said a mocking voice.
"Where is the bravery of Famous Potter? Why is he crouching in the corner? Perhaps, he doesn't know what he is saying. Poor Potter."
The people heard what Lord Voldermort was saying and their hearts were dull for they saw how wrecked suddenly Harry looked. A fear occupied them.
"You see Potter, you have no one left who loves you without a purpose. Your girlfriend is taken and she was only after your body and fame, you godfather pretends to love you for you saved him, the wreck of a werewolf pretends to love you because you are famous. Your wretched Headmaster pretends to love you for to him you can be the savior of the world. Just like a rook for a queen who can checkmate the king, yet be destroyed himself. Like a Pawn, who holds the key to the masterstroke, yet is worthless once it has achieved its purpose." Harry felt his heart sink even lower. He was nothing, the kept on repeating. Outside, Voldermort was saying the same thing in much more cunning words. It was not before Harry would lose his temperament and would either face Nervous breakdown, for the magical power in himself due to such a high intensity, emotional wreck would reach its highest point. The veins would no longer be enough to withstand the powerful tirade of magical energy pumped by magic-producing genes.
But the next sentence of Lord Voldermort changed it all.
"The only people who loved you are dead, Potter. Your Mother is dead!"
And lo' and behold, Harry rose again and it seemed that someone had sucked all the misery from his face. He took out his wand and raised it high in the air like a sword. The roaring of the clouds subdued. The pelting of rain stopped. The breeze turned into a gentle lulling whisper. And there was Harry, standing in his white raiment looking like an otherworldly king.
"No, Lord Voldermort, alas I am too good for you…" Harry said to Lord Voldermort.
"You pushed too far. I challenge you to a wizard duel in the name of Merlin, Lord Voldermort! Do you accept it or not?" Harry turned towards Lord Voldermort. He seemed to be taunting him.
Voldermort looked at him in amazement and then suddenly the challenge of Harry dawned on him. He had been a man proud and stern. His own folly had destroyed himself.
"I take down your challenge. Name your second. I name my second!" With that Lord Voldermort pointed his wand towards the ground and muttered something. There was a blinding flash and there appeared a woman, clad in green and black. She seemed not too old neither too young. She had an evil smile on her face, and Harry realized that the aura of Power around her was very powerful.
She was Amanita lestrange. Second in command to Lord Voldermort. She smiled at Harry, flashing her teeth at him. Suddenly there was another flash, and all were blinded for a moment. When they opened their eyes, an old man was standing in between them.
He was very old. As old as the sea, and as worn out as the mountain, yet there was something in his eyes, that made all the others respect him.
"Lo' Harry James Potter and Tom Mavollo Riddle, you have taken the oath of Merlin for a Wizard Duel. Do you hereby agree to be bound to it?" There was something in his voice that made all the others look at him. Harry and Riddle muttered yes almost simultaneously.
"Lo' and behold, you have agreed and from now on you are hereby under the oath of Merlin for a wizard duel. The only way of getting free from this oath is the death of one of the opponents." The White person stopped for a moment.
"Here are the rules which you must abide by. Violation of these rules will lead to an instant DEATH!"
"1: the opponents will use wands only or physical combat. No other weapon is allowed.
2: the opponents will not be allowed to curse the other's second more then twice. It also applies for the seconds. They would not be allowed to attack the opponents more then twice until or unless their first is dead.
3: Summoning something will only be allowed twice.
4: same rules apply for the seconds as well.
"Now Harry Potter, announce you're second and let the duel Begin! By the name of Merlin that which is just may win."
The old wizard looked at Harry gravely.
Harry nodded and then instead of summoning someone, he put a hand in his pocket and took out a small mouse. The mouse was white in color but on closer inspection it could be seen that the mouse had green eyes.
"I choose "this" as my second." Harry spoke loudly and then Voldermort burst out laughing.
"This Bunny is your second? You think too highly of yourself. Very well we shall see…" Voldermort said as he tried to control his laughter.
The old wizard motioned the opponents and seconds to go to their respected position. The mouse abruptly jumped out of Harry's hand, and nibbling his robe he stood beside him.
"On the count of three…"
"One, Wands Ready, two, get set, 3, GO!!!"
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended
Thongrodium © J.R.R. Tolkien. (Late)
One, Wands Ready, two, get set, 3, GO!!!" © Ady.
Prima © Writer of Prima Endoras.
M.L.E.S © Anne.
Serpensotia© Harry Potter, 2nd Movie.
Merlin© Talia Carter.