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Magics Avatar	By : shatteredstar21 Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 9018 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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He was fifteen when it all changed; he had been enraged when he saw his godfather fall through the veil of death. He had chased after Bellatrix and placed a Crucio upon her; and then HE had appeared… he had taunted Harry. That had been the mistake he had never had a chance to regret… within moments Harry had killed him and absorbed his knowledge. The atrium of the ministry of magic had reverberated with his screams as he had absorbed the seventy plus years of knowledge both dark and light and strange shades in between. Then the pitch of the screams had changed as the magic that had been overseeing this transfer decided to do more… seals that were placed upon all humans were lifted from this boy.

Magic had chosen her avatar. Harry would always remember the feeling of magic cutting through his mind and allowing him all of the knowledge within it’s capabilities. He learns in mere seconds about dimensional magics, time traveling, transfigurations, charms, curses, potions, creatures, light and dark magics, neutral magics, will magics, mind magics, change magics, he was also fed things that weren’t magic that he would need to know; every language from every planet that had ever had magic, knowledge of customs from the same.

His brain felt like it would at any moment dissolve from the anguish of this rapid absorption of magic. His body felt like it was being shredded as magic chose to make changes in his molecular build-up. To Albus however, all of this seemed to take a mere few moments. Albus had always known that Harry would be the one who killed Voldemort. It was why he had managed to push himself to destroy all of those horcrux’, nothing he had thought though had prepared him for what he saw now. Harry had been screaming from what he could only assume was the magical backlash of destroying Voldemort when he had finally grown silent and opened his eyes… and they glowed red.

It only lasted for a moment before Harry slumped to the ground unconscious. Dumbledore’s eyes hardened in a mere moment. He would not allow Voldemort to simply take over Harry’s body and use it to destroy what the boy had fought for. Lifting his wand, his face showing only determination and hate of Voldemort, he started casting a spell just as Harry’s form started changing. He was just finishing up the incantation when Harry’s eyes opened… and Dumbledore was shocked to see Harry’s beautiful bright green eyes staring at him before the spell took its place, every witch and wizard, ghost and magical being on the planet earth felt the wail as magic lost its chosen to the spell cast by Dumbledore… and fell to their knees in its grief.

Harry opened his eyes as the pain finally started to abate and felt himself fall to the ground, his mind thankfully empty for just a moment. He heard Dumbledore’s voice; it sounded strangely angry and taught with tension. Harry looked at Dumbledore, and was shocked to see that his face bore an expression of hatred; what shocked him even more was that it was turned against him. Suddenly a great wave of magic from Dumbledore washed over him; and darkness claimed his sight before he found himself hitting the ground hard. Harry looked around and saw that he was in the desert. There was nothing as far as his eyes could see save for more desert. He was glad now that he had managed to cling to the knowledge that magic had given him; he used it to conjure himself some clothes that were more appropriate for the desert, as well as to pull water from the seemingly barren desert. Using his magic, he looked for some sort of shelter on this place; feeling his magic tug him in a direction he smiled slightly and followed it… he didn’t even notice about his physical changes at that time, he was headed to shelter. He gave himself just a moment to feel grief, and to wonder why Dumbledore had betrayed him in the fashion that he had.

He found himself in a deserted encampment; it looked like it had been built to last for ages. There were a great many buildings, and many things that he did not recognize such as a strange thing that appeared to be some sort of futuristic space ship. A shudder worked its way down his spine... and only then did he realize that it went further than he remembered; he wasn’t taller, no, he appeared to have grown a long silver cat-like tail. He looked at it for a moment and then started to laugh… he wondered how else he had changed. “This is why Dumbledore hated me” he thought. “I saved them from Voldemort, and then whatever this is happened. I must have become a monster of some sort.”

Deciding that he should at least know what all had changed on his body, Harry started an inventory. He had the cats tail, he had cat ears, and retractable… well, talons were more accurate than claws, as he walked into a dark room he found a new thing to put on his list, he could see in the dark… clearly as well as a sort of heat vision. He sighed as he walked over to a very dusty looking resting place. He had found nothing resembling water in this place, nothing that would work as food for him. As he lay down to rest he thought to himself ‘what happened here? How am I going to survive in this place?’ unfortunately for him magic decided to give him the answers to his questions as he slept.

What he saw in his sleep was a true horror; he watched as a group of close-knit humans, children included, were eaten by monsters. Monsters that only came out when the darkness did. After he watched their horrifying and messy deaths, magic gave him a lesson in these people’s technology. He came to understand that while he had the ship that could get him off this planet, he had no way of powering it. He also found ways for him to survive; he didn’t need anywhere near as much food as he had before, a mere mouthful would hold him over for quite a while. He started his explorations again and was quite pleased to find that there were air tight packs of dried foods. Enough to last him until the next dark at least.

He looked around this abandoned camp and sighed; he couldn’t stay here, the shadow beasts knew it, and he didn’t want to be where they could easily find him when the dark came again, he looked around and then headed into the desert with the food rations he had found. ‘It’s a good thing I can summon up water’ he thought to himself. And thus passed the years, Harry grew to accept that he had lost everything. He had watched Sirius die, and Dumbledore had betrayed him; something that he did not and indeed could not see was that when he thought of the betrayal of his mentor, his eyes flashed the red of fresh blood spilling out upon the purest of white marble. As time passed, magic continued to change the boy from within; without however he stayed mostly the same. He did not grow in height or age, but he filled out until he actually had some flesh upon his bones, he grew muscles as he trained himself and his stamina grew exponentially. His skin never gained a tan; he was a beautiful and ethereal lustrous peaches and cream color. His eyes grew even more into gemlike orbs, and his hair grew until his hips were brushed by it; then it simply ceased to grow. Something that he didn’t notice was that it never grew tangled at all, no matter the exertion he went through. And in such a way forty years passed, until one day as he looked up to the sky, he saw a space ship crashing onto the planet he was shanghaied upon; as he started heading towards where the clouds of sand were still billowing into the sky, he felt as if his magic took in a huge breath and held it… Harry took this in with wariness, though he still went forward, he would watch before he made any decisions.

As he listened to the screams coming from within the ship, he gave a shiver; he didn’t notice the man who somehow managed to creep up on him until there was a strange looking knife against his throat.
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