you're just like me

Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
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you're just like me
Summary
The killing curse works differently than what everyone expects, and that leaves young Harry Potter with a soul that isn't quite his.
Note
hello and here i'm again with something that nobody asked for! an important notice for this one: THE WHOLE SOUL THING WASN'T MY IDEA!!! idk who came up with this idea first, but i took inspiration from Athy and her fanfic Meddling of a Mischief Maker, where this plot line appears. and although i took inspiration from her, that doesn't mean my fanfic is the same okay? i did expand on her idea and changed it quite a bit- but she's an amazing author and it didn't feel right to not credit her.now, onto some important stuff about this fanfic: i have NO IDEA where this is headed. like, i really don't know what i'll do with this. i have some rough outlining of what's to come, but so far my planning has only reached 2nd year so idk what else. idk if there'll be many time skips, if it'll be underage or if it'll even have smut at all. this is completely unplanned and 'on the spot' kinda of thing so the tags will DEFINETELY change, as well as the warnings.sorry for talking so much, i'm quite the yapper lol. anyways, good reading!! <33
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Screaming from the agony

Most people seemed to believe the killing curse to be painless.

It was not.

Avada Kedrava didn't simply sever the connection between soul and body as some wixen were prone to think; no, what the spell actually did was shatter the soul. When cast, the killing curse would shatter the soul of the target, the fragments so, so small that they were easily consumed by the natural magic of the world.

So, when Voldemort uttered the words 'Avada Kedrava' at his prophesied enemy, the expected thing happened.

But the unexpected also happened.

Harry Potter died. That much was obvious, the light left the boy's eyes and his skin paled; but then, suddenly an oppressive and desperate magic reached out to Voldemort. He quickly realized that said magic belonged to his enemy, but before he could react, the boy's magic reached out to his very soul.

Potter's magic was strong and desperate enough to simply tear off a piece of Voldemort's own very soul.

For a fraction of a second, it seemed nothing had happened. But then the pain hit him and Voldemort screamed from the agony. The last thing he saw was both his own green spell coming back at him and one very empty eye staring at Voldemort, devoid of life itself.

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