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Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Elemental Mage
- 3-Changed
- 4-Offer
- 5-Blocked
- 6-Whole
- 7-Debate
- 8-Secret Room
- 2
- 3
- 4
~This is Parseltongue~

"This is normal speech"

This is silent speech, or mind talk

Chapter 2

Changed

Harry Potter, the Chosen One, the Boy Who Lived, the Golden Boy Of Light, Elemental Mage and Animage was scared out of his wits. How could he face his friends after going four years without so much as a memo? How would they respond to his presence? Especially with his changed appearance…

Harry groaned. Would they even recognize him? His hair was now much longer, although he did not let it grow as long as Grigory's. He never wore it loose; the thick black strands were piled up in a high bun, where they had no chance of getting in the way and obscuring his vision. Easier that way than having to cut it all the time. Being a Wind Mage had its drawbacks too.

He was still as short as ever, but was no longer the skinny, underfed boy Hogwarts once knew. He did not become bulky by any definition of the word, but he acquired lean muscles and some width of shoulders. Not much, but Harry was happy with what he got. He no longer dressed in tattered rags better suited for house elves either. The time for that had passed as soon as he left the Dursleys. For some reason, he still did not have even a hint of stubble, but Harry hoped that would change with time and was not some unforeseen side effect of becoming an Elemental Mage.

And he did not even mention his eyes yet. That was the most unusual part of his new look; they remained the old emerald green, however his pupils became pure white and were slit like Grigory had told him they would become. Yes, he could hide them, but Harry did not want to lie to his friends. They, at least, deserved an honest explanation for his actions. He did not dare hope for their understanding or forgiveness, but they had the right to know the truth. He briefly wondered if they still fought on Dumbledore's side, but dismissed the thought with a sad shake of his head. Of course they did.

Years ago, when he had disappeared, Grigory made sure he had the freshest updates on the news of Wizarding Britain. The Daily Prophet had outdone itself; they had devised elaborate conspiracy theories about how the Chosen One got kidnapped by Death Eaters, how he fled because of his heavy responsibilities, or how he was killed by Voldemort, his body destroyed without a trace remaining. They came up with all sorts of explanations ranging from semi-correct to appallingly unbelievable. Since when had he become so mentally unstable he had to be admitted to St. Mungo's and kept under locks? At least the idea was original.

Harry did not know which story Ron and Hermione came to believe. Obviously not the last option. At least he hoped so.

Harry grabbed the metal knocker with a sweaty palm, hesitating another moment before slamming it against the door. The house belonged to Hermione's parents before they had died; now she lived there with Ron after they had gotten married. Grigory made sure Harry would receive the information by leaving a note at the Leaky Cauldron, waiting for Harry's arrival. He needed a few additional days after getting back to work up his courage and finally convince himself to visit them.

"Ron, get the door!" He heard a shout from inside.

"Why me again? I'm busy too, you know! It's not as if the paperwork gets done by Wrackspurts! There is a reason why Luna never manages to fini -" Ron's words were cut off abruptly as the door slammed open. The redhead stared into Harry's face with jaws gone slack, swallowing convulsively after a few heartbeats.

"Hi." Harry said timidly, and got a fist in his face as an answer. Hi straightened up shakily, repairing his broken nose with a swish of his hand. "I guess I deserved that."

"Ron? What's going on?" Hermione's head popped up behind her husband's shoulder and she gave a startled shriek when she caught sight of him. "Harry!"

"Nice to see you, Hermione." he greeted her with a small smile. He was happy they recognized him at once. "Look, I'm sorry I just appeared like that, I know you didn't want to see me, I expected as much-"

"Shut up! You damn idiot!" Harry was pulled inside by Ron and was promptly locked in a hug that nearly suffocated the daylight out of him. He heard the door slam shut behind him and Hermione's tear-streaked face pushed into view. She was heaving huge breaths, gulping air so fast, Harry thought she was hyperventilating, but since Harry was probably as shocked at their reactions as they were to see him, he did not have the presence of mind to try and calm her. This was the last thing he had expected to happen.

"Uh, Ron? Could you let go now? Ron?"

"You bastard!" Harry was horrified to discover tears in his friend's eyes. "Where the fuck have you been? What the hell happened to you?"

"I… I'm sorry." he whispered dejectedly. What should he tell them? No, that was not the right question. How should he tell them? They deserved nothing less than the whole story. Harry sighed and prepared himself for the inevitable. He was going to recount everything that happened to him, from beginning to end.

"So you're a Wind Mage now? And you're going to fight Dumbledore? Merlin's balls, mate, what have you gotten yourself into?" Ron asked him with wide eyes after he finished. As it turned out, the pair was not nearly as loyal as Harry had imagined. No, that was incorrect; they were loyal to the last bone, except not to Dumbledore, but to him. His feelings kept bubbling forth in waves of happiness; this was all he had ever wished for. The gratitude he felt for their unwavering support could not be contained in mere words.

"I never thought it would be easy. But I do have a good chance now. That is why I disappeared; if I left it up to Dumbledore, I would have been killed in the war in no time. He had no intentions to train me; he thought it would be fine to sit on his bums and wait for the prophecy to take effect. And even if I died in the end, he could just go and take care of Voldemort himself." Ron and Hermione grimaced sympathetically.

When Harry had launched into his tale, they had still looked doubtful, but as he progressed with the happenings and had told them all of his reasons, they seemed to come around. Both of them understood why he left and why he defied their old headmaster.

"I did wonder about Dumbledore too, but I never really thought about things quite this way before. After we graduated from Hogwarts I began to see his faults as well, but I could not imagine him going this far. I suppose you were much closer to him than we were though." Hermione sighed.

"Yeah, but mate, why didn't you tell us? We would have helped!"

"Sorry, Ron, but I could not risk you. There was no way you could have came with me, and it would have been too risky to leave you under the Order's nose with knowledge about my whereabouts." Harry told his crestfallen friend gently. "But I missed you guys. I missed you so much." Harry added quietly. Hermione patted his shoulder with a sad smile.

"We understand, Harry, it's just that… It would have been nice to know you were okay."

"I'm sorry."

They were silent for a few minutes, before Harry felt the need to talk again. He was ashamed and happy beyond words at the same time.

"So what were you up to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley? How did you end up as a research team with Luna and Neville in tow?" Harry grinned. Everything would be back to normal now.

"I sent the boy back."

A languid smile appeared on the Dark Lord's lips. He had been waiting for this. His plans were running along smoothly, he only had to be patient for a little while now. And then the boy would be his.

"Good. I take it his training went as planned?"

"Better, actually. He has so much talent."

"Which element did he gain command of?"

"The wind, although he showed some affinity to fire too, in the beginning."

"What? Two elements?" Voldemort asked with a start. Was it possible for a mere child to surpass him?

"I know, I found it strange too. But I only trained him with wind. I do not know what would happen if someone gained two elements. It may even destroy him." Voldemort relaxed a little at Grigory's words. It would be a problem if the boy became stronger than him.

"Very well. Consider your debt paid." Now his plans would speed up at last. He was looking forward to the cat-and-mouse game.

"Tom-" Grigory began.

"Don't you ever call me that again!"

"Fine fine. So what are your plans with Harry?"

"Harry?" Has Grigory grown to like the boy? This could be interesting… "Potter will take care of Dumbledore and the Order for me. He will destroy them from the inside. The idiot probably forgot we are connected and that I would be able to hear his thoughts on the matter clearly when I so wished." He shrugged.

"After that, he will be useless." Grigory paled at his words visibly. Voldemort smirked. "What did you think? I have no need for potential threats to my regime to run around loose. He has a purpose now, which is the only reason he's still alive."

Grigory nodded at Voldemort slowly. He could not let this happen. But what could he do? He did not know, but he had to act fast.

Harry lay down on his bed with a smile on his face. He could not remember being in such high spirits for years. It had already been three o'clock in the morning by the time he had gotten back to the Leaky Cauldron from Hermione's and Ron's house.

They had talked about the adventures they experienced during the years of their separation endlessly; Harry telling them about his training, about Grigory, about how hard it was to finally transform into his Animage form, Ron and Hermione speaking about their last years in Hogwarts, about the Order, about how they were not involved in the war since he had gone missing and about how they finally formed a research team with Neville and Luna. They were working on inventing new defensive spells and were especially busy with developing a charm that allowed total invisibility not only visually, but hid the user from all other senses as well, like smell and hearing. Harry had been impressed with their progress and by how renown they had become in the field.

They had only ended their talk after Ron began snoring loudly enough to wake the whole neighborhood, and Harry and Hermione also had to fight to keep their eyes open. They had parted with Harry promising her to come see them again tomorrow.

Harry slowly succumbed to sleep, happy and content. The dream that he saw however, drove him right out of his blissful state.

~Harry Potter. I received word that you came back.~ Cold sweat broke out on Harry's sleeping body. It could not be! Voldemort has not appeared in his mind for years! Harry had thought their connection broke as soon as he accepted the wind into himself. And even before that, the Dark Lord had not bothered him since Sirius's death. Voldemort laughed indulgently.

~My silly little kitten, why would the bond break? You have a piece of my soul, you can't just shut me out.~

~Get out! Leave me alone!~ Harry snarled mentally.

~I can't do that now, can I? You are my important little kitten after all.~

~What do you want?~ he was panicking, which was bad. He had to approach the situation rationally. He was not the once scared teenage boy he had been the last time he encountered the man, and he knew from experience that he could not afford to let his temper and fear get the best of him. Voldemort was far too dangerous for that. Besides, he was powerful now. He had the strength to fight this time.

~Silly kit. How are your precious friends? Mrs. and Mr. Weasley, correct?~

~Don't you dare go near them! he really had to stop these outbursts. Voldemort chuckled.

~Don't worry, I have no business with them. Unless, of course, you decide to do something foolish. We wouldn't want that though, would we?~ Cold dread stole the air from Harry's lungs.

~What have you done to them?~

~Nothing, I assure you. Not yet, anyway.~ Voldemort soothed in a mocking tone. ~But back to the topic; I came to invite you for a little chat to my home. I trust I can expect you to show yourself tomorrow? Harry gulped. What if he said no?

~You wouldn't want anything to happen to those two friends of yours, would you?~ Harry supposed that answered the question.

~Fine. Where should I go?~

~I will meet you at the Hog's Head at midnight. An appropriate place for our reunion, isn't it?~ Harry heard the dark smile in Voldemort's words. He could not fault him on it; meeting at the Hog's Head would be ironic indeed.

~Geez, why at midnight? You are already scary as shit, without having to add further horror elements, don't you think?~ Voldemort paused, then burst out laughing.

~You have changed Harry Potter. I will see you tomorrow.~

Voldemort studied the youth sitting at the bar undetected. Harry Potter was nothing like he remembered. The skinny, awkward teenager has grown into a lithe and graceful man. Contained power vibrated around him, giving him an air of danger. His hair no longer resembled a bird's nest, but was neatly combed back into a loose bun. As he tilted his head sideways to check the entrance, Voldemort caught a glance of his features. His face was delicate, yet not feminine, with eyes huge enough to dominate his entire face. The Dark Lord narrowed his gaze, squinting through the illusion the boy cast on himself.

His breath caught. His eyes! They were a beautiful vibrant green, a little eerie even, quite similar to the ones he had in Voldemort's memories. But the pupils were another matter entirely. He had never heard of an Elemental mage whose pupils changed so drastically besides becoming slit after the acceptance of power. Even if they did not remain black, they usually kept their darker color. But not the Potter boy; his pupils were nearly white! Voldemort did not know what it meant, but he would find out.

The Dark Lord sneered. He was acting much too unlike his usual self. What was it about the damn boy? He was just another foolish Griffindor, a self-sacrificing fool, who still let his emotions get in his way, running headfirst into danger because of one well timed sentence. Voldemort did not even touch the Mudblood or her treacherous husband, but he came running at the first mention of their names as if he had tortured them.

Voldemort shook his head; yes, Potter has changed, but he was still as foolish as ever where it counted. And he would use that foolishness. But that did not mean he would deny himself of enjoying the treat before him. He smirked to himself and stepped out of the shadow that hid him, starting ahead with soft and confident steps.

"Mr. Potter. A pleasure to meet you."
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