Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Pain
31st of October 1981
It was a cold night as the shadowy figure of a man cloaked in pure dark garments walked in front of the Potter cottage. He could see the house now the hiding place of his equal. Lord Voldemort sneered at the thought.
“Aberto Horribilis”, Hissed Lord Voldemort as the strongest unlocking charm hit the door of Potter’s opening it.
Lord Voldemort Stepped inside the house holding his wand of yew and Pheonix aloft, he looked at the house in distaste, Potters would pay the price of defiance today.
Hearing the commotion James Potter walked down his wand aloft his eyes full of sleep as he squinted his eyes to check for the commotion.
Lord Voldemort Smiled that creepy smile as all the colour from the face of James Potter drained off.
“No… No… Peter wouldn’t Peter won’t…”, whispered James Potter his eyes wide and full of fear, body shaking.
“LILY RUN”, shouted James Potter his voice breaking at the top of his lungs and dodged the killing curse sent his way,
“Not my family”, croaked James Potter and both the wizards began to duel.
There was little competition between James Potter and Lord Voldemort. While James Potter was talented he was nowhere even close to Lord Voldemort, but while he couldn’t win against the Dark Wiard, he could try… try to hold him off and hope-hope that Lily could flee with their Children.
“Aberombo”, Hissed Lord Voldemort catching James Potter’s wand arm and with the Bone Breaker and with a sickening crunch the Bone snapped.
James Potter Cried in Pain falling onto the ground, tears coating the face of a father a husband a lover… a broken man.
“ ’ou Ssssshall dieeeeeeeeee, But suffer firssstt ”, Hissed Lord Voldemort.
“Crucio”
James Potter Roared in agony his eyes turning red as he screamed writhing in pain as the Cloaked figure laughed maniacally.
“Avada Kedavra”, hissed Lord Voldemort laughing his cruel laugh as he climbed up the stairs blasting each room with the blasting hex and lighting the house up with Fiend Fyre.
Lord Voldemort Cackled Madly as he blew apart the door of the Nursery.
“Please not my children… Please not my Children”, begged Lily Potter as she wept, her silvery tears coating her face.
Lord Voldemort smirked, “Ssstand aside yoou foolisssh girlll”, hissed the no-longer Human.
“Please… Please not my Children I beg of you I shall…”, Lily Potter fell to her knees and begged the Cruel man with Red eyes to stop and spare her family.
“Crucio”, Hissed Lord Voldemort the red curse touching Lily Potter and making her scream her lungs out, being a mud blood Lord Voldemort tortured Lily Potter with a dozen different curses until she was no longer recognizable and then finally bored from his sick amusement hissed.
“Avada Kedavra”
Harry Potter
(Inside Room of requirements)
September 23rd, 1994
“Gah”
“Bombarda”
“Lacero”
“Reducto”
“Confringo”
“Protego”
“Gah”
“Duri”
“Reducto”
He sent his last spell, and as it struck the training dummy, turning it into stone and then blasting it into pieces, he sighed releasing the deep breath he was holding in his chest.
Another of his training sessions was over, and he snorted and took a swing of Butterbeer, He was improving his dueling skills, and that was for sure.
He closed his eyes and Wished for the book on the Grindelwald wars.
There was a Thud as the book Landed on the ground, he opened his eyes and went to pick up the book.
“Ah My favourite”, he said as he opened The Alliance and Grindelwald, written by Starina Dubov, who was one of the acolytes of Grindelwald who had chronicled Grindelwald’s Life and fall and was one of the few rare people who had witnessed the last duel between Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald.
He needed to confirm… confirm if the wand was destroyed by Dumbledore and if not then he would need to work hard… as hard as he could and become a greater wizard than Dumbledore and win the wand, win the wand of destiny, the death stick… he needed to unite the Hallows… that was the only way to bring his Parents Back… that was the only way to defeat the last enemy.
There I stood watching as Gellert and Dumbledore duelled, spells left the two wands before one could blink, it was mesmerizing and yet so frightening magic beyond the capabilities of us mere mortals.
Gellert seemed to win for a moment before Dumbledore used some spell which caused Gellert to lose his balance and before one could register what was happening, Gellert was on the back foot.
The wand, Gellert’s wand which he had held for as long as I had been his acolyte shimmered blue as Albus Dumbledore struck Gellert on the chest with an Expeliarmus and the wand, like any Elder wood wand changed its master.
I will never forget what I saw that day, and yet I cannot put it into words, the wand, Gellert had always said that no one could have defeated him as long as he held that blue-white, elder wood wand with the carved elderberries on it, and the death stick yet changed another master.
He remembered the Headmaster holding his wand aloft, he could picture the Elder wand with the same elderberries carved into it.
He released his breath, he would need to work hard… very hard but he could… he could defeat Dumbledore in a duel and win the wand, then he needed only the cloak and the stone … he would need to search the Peverell family tree.
He sighed as he closed the book… he was tired now and classes would be starting soon, he sighed as he pulled his bag over his shoulders and left the Room of Requirement slowly walking towards Moody’s class.
Soon enough he was in front of Moody’s class waiting with a dozen of his classmates as more of them arrived.
He felt uncomfortable in his Green Robes as the Golden trio stared at him with a blank expression, figures the Last year he thought, they were bound not to be pleased, when he had almost captured Sirius Black the Golden trio had arrived, putting their nose where they were not wanted. He had come so close to his revenge before the Golden trio had stunned him and bound him and Black only for the Murderer to flee again, Never the less… Black would pay and so would Lupin who had been helping Sirius Black, at least he had got some revenge on Lupin after ratting him out as a Werewolf.
He twisted and twirled his wand as he silently started out of the window lost in thought.
CrAcK!!
The door of the DADA class opened as the Wizened auror now turned professor looked at them with his magic eyes.
“Inside”, roared the Auror.
He had heard a lot about Mad-Eye Moody, the greatest Auror to ever live, the person who had captured most of the death eaters, he was looking forward towards this year.
Not that last year had been bad, but it was clear that Lupin was biased towards Gryffindors and being a Slytherin he had come to dislike Lupin well before discovering that Lupin had been aiding Sirius Black.
He took a seat at the end of the class away from everyone and pulled out his book, Defence Against the Dark Forces, it had been a good read but he was already far ahead.
“Put those aside, you will not need the books for today's class”, Professor Moody said in a finalizing tone.
“I have received a letter from Lupin telling me what you have covered and I must say you are very far behind in dealing with curses, and before that, the Fop and the crap did not teach you anything therefore this will be a hard class a very hard class, CONSTANT VIGILANCE!!”, Professor Moody roared and threw his chalk hitting Lavender on head.
“Stop showing whatever that thing is to your dear FRIEND AND PAY ATTENTION!!”, Moody said and picked up another chalk.
“I will show you what Dark Curses are like, we will start with Unforgivable”, Moody said in a deadpan voice.
Granger raised her hand.
“Yes, Miss-
“Granger sir”
“Yes Miss Granger”, asked Professor Moody
“Aren’t Unforgivable restricted sir?”, asked Granger
“Yes, they are, use them upon a Human and you serve a lifetime in Azkaban and yet they are used in auror training and can be permitted to be used against certain creatures in certain situations”, Moody said he turned and started writing on the board.
“Now there are three Unforgivable, anyone can you name”, asked Professor Moody turning towards class.
Many from the class raised hands, Ronald Weasley looked around and raised his hand surprisingly.
“Yes, you Weasley aren’t you?”, Moody spoke
“Yes… er I am Ronald Weasley”
“Mmm… your father a good man saved me from a tight spot, speak UP”, Moody said
“Umm err… there is one called Imperius curse?”, Weasel Half asked
“Yes… that one… gave a lot of problems to ministry”
Moody turned and picked up a spider from a bottle and dropped it onto the table “Engorgio”
The spider squeaked and turned until it was as large as a book, several in class looked sick.
“Imperio”, Moody barked in a ragged voice.
“Complete control”, Moody continued
“I can make it dance, I can make it do anything”
The spider began twisting its legs in a weird pattern as a few in the class laughed.
“You will not be laughing if I placed this upon you, I can make you take your own life”, Moody hissed.
Moody flicked his wand and the spider jumped onto a beaker full of water and began to drown itself, everyone’s face turned ashen.
After a few moments, he once again flicked his wand and the Spider landed on Longbottom’s Table.
“Next one”, Moody Barked and his eyes turned directly towards him.
“Yes, You Potter”, Moody said pointing at him
He rose and softly said, “Crucio”
“Pain, unfathomable pain, Cruciatus curse causes unfathomable pain, Use it on a person for over a minute and the person is driven Mad, use it for over two minutes and the person dies”, Moody said
Moody Turned towards the spider and without flinching said, “Crucio”
Everyone could hear the Spider squeak and wail. After a moment or two Moody stopped. His eyes turned back towards him.
He closed his eyes, his hands shook involuntarily, he could not imagine his parents, he did not want to imagine his parents.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, concentrating on the void and checked his Occlumancy defences. He exhaled and looked away.
Everyone in the class looked sick and disturbed, the Golden Trio Looked at him in concern.
He simply twirled his wand in his hands, Imagining the moment when the Blacks were at his mercy, Imagining the moment where Black was at his mercy.
He opened his eyes again devoid of any emotion and looked straight at Moody.
After a moment or so, Moody turned and Looked at Longbottom,
“The last curse”, Moody asked
“The… the Killing Curse”, Neville Longbottom said
“yes the killing curse”, Moody said
Once again looked at him and then, Avada Kedavra
There was a green light and the Spider fell limp, its legs curling up.
“There is no shielding, there is no known defence against the Unforgivable’s”, Moody Hissed.
“But Imperius curse is the only out of three which can be resisted, this year apart from learning to duel, you will learn how to defend against Imperius Curse”, Moody said and then eyed Hermione Granger and said, “I have ministry and Dumbledore’s approval of course”
“But- Hermione started.
“If you don’t want to learn to defend against the curse then you are more than welcome to not attend my lecture Miss Granger”, Moody snarled.
“No… No”
“Good, Class Dismissed”, Moody Roared
He walked out of the class weak-kneed, he needed to take some time alone, preferably in the Room of requirement.
He rushed towards the room just as he was out of sight, tears now leaking from his face as he entered his Heaven and broke apart falling on his knees as he wept openly, regardless of what anyone said or thought, he was a kid.