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Harry Potter AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult +
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I make no money off of this fanfiction. Harry Potter and its world isn't mine. Any and all resemblance is entirely coincidental. Again, All fun and practice.
Divine Glimpse
Harry breathed hard he'd just barely gotten a head of Cedric and now the cup was in clear view.
The final contest was coming to a close.
Harry felt a pang of trepidation and foreboding! Harry felt the sweat slide down his frame even in this fair brisk weather. Something was off something was wrong.
All that glittered was not gold!
Was that not how the saying went?
Harry did not trust that golden light and innocent burnished shine.
His heart raced in his chest. His hand however steady with not a single tremor. Harry slowed before he reached for it. His wand, Oh! He would not forget! His stride slowed to a stop before the glittering Triwizard cup. Cast of gleaming silver and precious stones.
Wand first! He learned his lesson when it came to magical objects. This couldn't be that easy... He shivered, A trap this had to be it! existence rippled with a wave of momentary disorientation.
Afterall, he'd been nearly killed three years in a row. What was the odds that would change? Harry James Potter had accepted his lot and Voldyshorts deciding to quit while he was ahead couldn't possibly in the cards. It was just the ways things were.
His wand of holly quaked and pulsed. He could feel It tremble. The hedged walls twisted and for a moment existence twinkled. Harry blinked as he limped towards the cup. The snares and confusion of the maze were many. Yet Harry had to wonder if this was part of the trial?
A mind blanking glimpse of eternity resulted as Harry felt his body quake in ways that it shouldn't.
Gone. Dead. Alive and Well. Stacked upon one another. From where one lead to another he did not know and did not presume to guess. Alive. Dead. Imprisoned and forgotten. Happily married...
His head trembled at its foundation. Harry didn't get this far by being weak. He'd done it with sheer determination.
And then came the handsome one.
Harry raised his wand. "I was wondering when you'd make it Cedric." Harry instantly understood why Hogwarts had so easily and eagerly chose Cedric Diggory. He was a true expression of Hufflepuff. Beautiful, powerful and loyal.
Dead.Alive.
Was it his choice to make? Harry wondered.
Alive... Dead. Or was Deadalive?Living Dead? Harry could do something.
"It's a trap Cedric." Harry spoke and the world began to tremble. What to do?
How to save a life? What was that measure? Harry wondered, Harry stepped infront of the Triwizard Cup. "You and I aren't finished yet Cedric Diggory."
"Hogwarts has two champions." Harry bowed softly. He made his choice. And oh what a choice it was!
"Face me, Cedric. I think I have the right to ask." Harry asked softly. He would not have this regret. He could feel it, should Cedric take the cup he will die. It would not do for Hufflepuff's champion to die. No, he would not have that upon his conscience. For guilt would eat at him.
"If you wish to be the one victory smiles upon this day. Or will the gods with hearts of ice roll that dice?"
Cedric Diggory looked at him and saw his determination. One favor begat another. Harry had saved him from going in blind with the dragons.
Cedric in turn saved him from the second task and going in unaware. They were even, yet Cedric had asked those not to wear the potter stinks badges.
It was Harry who owed Cedric.
And it would be Harry that paid that debt in full. For he would not allow Cedric to end like... This.
No! Harry would prevent this!
"Protego!" As he shouted that spell to the heavens.
The ground cracked between them as loyalty was serious as they both gave it their all. A red spark shot from cedric's wand into the sky above.
"You are the champion Harry." Cedric merely stood proud and tall. The path closed and Harry nearly buckled.
Harry saluted him.
"If there is anything left of me. I would very much like to speak with you again." Harry spoke the summoning charm. His head quaked. Not long now. Harry could feel the inertia give way. At long last the siege was coming to a close.
He was entirely right about the trap as his leg buckled.
The center could not hold. Harry unraveled!
He saw his birth and he saw his death. His beginning and his demise
And he could not tell the difference in the span of eternity.
Inside and outside betwix the two. This sequence of events, of consequence and effect. He saw it all the images raced past as a rampaging river.
It was at once him and not. He saw Voldermort topple in the courtyard, he watched as Vernon Dursley shoved him into the broomcloset underneath the stairs. Under his vigil he spied Hufflepuff's cup destroyed by Hermione and Ron. He witnessed locket. The destruction of Nagini and the word. He knew his name was Tom.
"What's a Horcrux?"
Something squirmed, for a moment. Harry, thought it, was his imagination and then it screamed in his face and then he screamed back in horror at the grasping withered thing.
Disgusting, it shifted as it continued to attempt to secure a firm holding and Harry. Wet and Filthy they struggled. Harry refused to let the abominable thing have its way.
Shining white mist began to around them as Harry wrestled and struggled to throw off that disturbing grip. It clung to him as if he was the only thing keeping it alive. Harry didn't know where his wand was as he shifted and swung his body. Attempting to keep the rotten thing from some horrid permanent hold. It fought him like a rabid badger yet ever so slowly its struggles lessened until it stared at him abruptly.
A look of stupefaction upon its face.
He hit the train-station floor as he finally managed to pin the panicking thing that would not leave him alone. His hands finally found purchase around its boney little neck. Like a vicious gnome it was and so Harry smiled grimly in triumph.
It sailed despondently and flagrantly into the obscuring white mist.
He owed Molly much, though he never expected to get so much use out of degnomeing!
It sailed through the bright mist. "9 and Three Quarters?" The Triwizard tournament victor stated. It was filled in the distance with more of that glowing pristine white.
The train station had never been so empty before. At least Harry had never seen it so.
"Hello? Anybody there?"
Harry asked naught but silence resulted for he was the only one here in this quiet place. In this....
Utter Silence naked. Harry Potter felt strangely free. Harry stilled as he felt a tug in his chest.
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
He exclaimed as his hands touched the binding golden cord. It thrummed and vibrated for long tremors until he realized something fantastical.
Those... Those were heartbeats.
Harry looked down at the golden binding that led through this place. With one last look about. Harry looked about saw no one and tugged.
Harry felt a wall of pain the moment his blood made contact with the contents of that dark potion!
The Dark Lord was returning! Harry flopped as his entire body spasmed in a lingering piercing fully body cramp as his muscles spasmed.
His heart pulsed again his lungs filled with life giving air. Harry shuddered as he could feel his blood spread in a crashing wave to fill his depleted veins, he felt skin rush to cover the wound that that killed him. He felt the ground tremble as he felt for his wand.
it shuddered and groaned as his fumbling nerveless fingers scrambled to clutch. His wand of holly and phoenix tail feather issued a loud crack. Spidery faults lashed along its width and length.
Harry waved it.
"Ascendio!"
Suddenly Harry soared up. The wind whistled in his ears as a red jet caught Wormtail in his chest and blasted him away.
An old piece of dark magic took root. A harrowing crack followed as the cauldron the abominable thing had been added to exploded, Shrapnel whizzed through the air as Harry descended.
"Arresto Momentum!"
He cried as the slowing charm caught him slowly, deftly in its cotton soft embrace and placed him gently on his feet.
A warm golden glow began to suffuse the graveyard. Gently at first. As though Dawn chase away the night. Golden stars
shining motes twinkled as the air took on glittering wonder. Harry could feel the sun at his back.
shining motes twinkled as the air took on glittering wonder. Harry could feel the sun at his back.
The liquid contents remained aloft before it went black. Yet, the gentle glow did not just banish the cold but also seemed to rob the display of dark magic its stark and dreadful majesty.
The liquid became solid as tempered night as unyielding as obsidian. It shattered suddenly depositing a sodden, trembling visage tumbling to the grass below.
It convulsed, it trembled as maggot pale pained figure began to grow. From a distinctly uncomfortable babyish size to a pitiable adult size. It shuddered and rolled about blindly for a moment before it stilled.
The hairless pale thing reach out as a wand flew into its hand. Robes covered it's sexless abhorrent nakedness as it hovered above the ground.
With definitive threat its maggot pale feet touched the grass. It slowly touched its face fot a moment. Horrific serpent eyes opened as it faced him in this resplendent golden dawn.
With definitive threat its maggot pale feet touched the grass. It slowly touched its face fot a moment. Horrific serpent eyes opened as it faced him in this resplendent golden dawn.
Harry Potter knew who this was. He'd always know who this was.
The one who murdered his parents. The one who made him an orphan. That abomination approached him as a thief in the night exposed as naught but a naked pauper.
"I miscalculated."
Voldemort expressed. "It was Ancient Magic. I should have foreseen it! I can touch you now! The Boy Who Lived... To D-"
Those silted eyes widened almost imperceptible. Those pupils opened wide.
Harry Bowed. "Come Now, Tom." Harry's wand cracked audibly. There was no tremble, no tremor in his hand. Just certainty as deep as daylight. "Long have you darkened the steps of my life. I've beat you before! You bloody nonce!"
"I am Voldemort! Now! Die. The Boy Who Lived!" The dark lord hissed as he raised his wand in stark rebuttal. A gathering dark that sought to snuff this unexpected dawn.
"Expelliarmus!" Harry cried as their spells collided, the world went quiet, the pressure built... And for a moment.
A star between them exploded. The shockwave toppled tombstones and sent them both flying backwards.
Harry easily got back onto his feet. His wand already moving his next move already moving. There was a difference between him and the man who ruined his life. Harry had no intention of dying here in this place. Golden glow or no! The graveyard became a battlefield of rubble and cratered earth. For it was a duel but one without structure just spellcasting fury!
The difference between them was readily apparent. Voldemort had loads of experience Harry.
The difference was self evident. That while Voldemort was the most experienced between the two of them. It became supremely clear. He was not as fast as Harry was. He was not as physically active as Harry was.
His seeker build allowed Harry to avoid, the myriad of spells. The stalemate was uncomfortable. Harry could feel that Voldemort was at his limit.
One last spell!
"Expelliarmus!"
Harry cried one last time. A golden jet thundered from his wand that shattered in his hand. Voldemort's death curse raced to meet it. Only for them to both stare in disbelief as that golden lance bisected Avada Kedavra like a hot knife through butter.
Voldemort's look of stupefaction was lost as it connected. The final spell of his wand!
Harry stared at his hand. The golden light began to dim as darkness surged. Harry heard a whistling sound and he reached out and caught whatever it was. His time as a seeker made it easy. He caught the wand and with a summoning charm.
The Triwizard cup sprang into his hand and he vanished.
Back!
Back into the enchanted hedge maze that so readily opened the way to festivities! Merriment that had no meaning for him,
Harry's aim trembled as he turned the wand over in his hands. He flicked it at the Alastor Moody's Trunk. "Alohomora!" He intoned and in sequence. each lock opened in sequence and closed. Until an unexpectedly opened into an oubliette ten feet deep and there in it's center.
"I got you Moody!" He wearily cried. The gaunt man woke suddenly. Harry nearly top
The blasted Triwizard Cup slid from his hand. Accursed portkey. It got too loud and everything grew together into a consuming morass.
He didn't fight it as Alastor Moody easily separated him from the unholy cacophony. The welcome silence was a comfort and then Alastor Moody locked the door.
Harry declined the offered seat. His heart steadied and all that was left was Alastor Moody staring at the wand in his hand. Wait a moment... He'd caught a glimpse of this. From... Before! Harry's head swam. For a moment that golden glow drowned the room entirely.
"I know you are the imposter."
Harry bluntly informed. The false professor looked at him with eyes so wide. Alastor Moody's eye glazed over for a moment, their face going blank and unemotive.
"Your master has returned. I don't want to talk. Go, before the ministry and Dumbledore arrive. But know this imposter. Not once has he ever desired a friend."
Alastor Moody stared in shock as the wand was brandished threateningly at him. There was no more need for words. For a moment, it looked like Moody would lunged but then something changed. Alastor acquiesced stiffly, his limp more pronounced.
Harry didn't dare take the wand off target. A look of insane joy replaced whatever act the imposter had mastered. The door swung open for a moment as the fake Alastor Moody sped from the room.pled in from exertion. It was all he could do to levitate the starved man. The hallway was bereft of students, professors or well any sign of presence.
What a pair they were plodding along towards the Hospital Wing and the dearly welcome Madam Pomfrey. "I never want to see that trunk again."
Harry chuckled, it exploded from his gut, A hearty laugh. What a pair they were. A man missing a leg and an eye and the Triwizard Tournament Champion. "I'll take it if you wish." Harry replied as they leaned on one another and limped the whole way.
As they rounded the corner there it was a radiant welcome beacon. They trudged the distance and to her credit Madam Pomfrey didn't even blink.
"Madam Pomfrey!" Harry cried for help.
The feeling of clean clothes, Harry relaxed under the exmplary care of the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey was a maven of healing. A warm meal and thick blanket in the quiet of the hospital wing... Harry was pretty sure it could cure near any thing.
Or... Had it become a little too...Familiar. Harry didn't mean to wind up again and again. He sorta felt like he should just have a bed reserved cause why not?
Still... He hid that wand beneath the blanket. He mourned the lost of his own. For though the wands were brothers... This wand would only ever be the lesser one. For Yew and phoenix tail feather would never be the equal of its Holly Brother.
"Harry Potter!" There was shout as Albus Dumbledore and the Minister of Magic.
"Dumbledore! I rescued Alastor Moody! The Real One! Not the doppelganger who has been teaching us all year." Harry Potter beamed.
The Minister of Magic Fudge looked deeply uncomfortable. "There is no evidence."
No... Evidence? No... Evidence? "A demented barber hacked at his hair for Polyjuice potion access!" Harry Potter informed helpfully.
He saw it then. The exact moment the minister of magic grit his teeth, ground his heels in and refused to budge. An impenetrable wall of denial. Springing into existence beyond reason and logic.
Dumbledore and him looked at each other. Harry felt weird that they both had either the same thought or so similar that the difference was one of semantics.
Albus Dumbledore and him both knew self evident truth. The Ministry of Magic created specifically to aid the wizarding community of Great Britain would do no such thing.
Invalidating the very purpose for which it was created. The Minister of Magic spoke the words. "He's not back!" He spoke them so forcefully, so adamant. That for a half heart beat. Harry had almost believed them. They were on their own.
"You might as well as say Voldemort. He's going to try to kill you either way." Harry Potter stated. "Did Dumbledore put you up to this you silly little boy?" Minister Fudge acidly spat.
"You can pretend Minister. Stick your head in the sand even but tell me Minister of Magic. What is this?" Harry revealed the wand he had claimed, what he had won. A piss poor replacement from his own wand but its wand brother nonetheless.
A wand of yew thirteen and a half inches. For though, there was many wands of yew. There was but one that had terrorized the wizarding world.
One that had slain many others.
One that brought the wizarding world to its knees.
Of many things the Minister would deny but this was by far the most egregious.
The Minister didn't even acknowledge him as he turned and left without another word. Retreating like a coward rather than accept the false peace he had presided over was fake.
As fake as leprechaun gold.
Pathetic...
A false peace was much worse than an open conflict. A dangerous master, and a subversive servant. A throne of lies was not a stable foundation after all.
Harry stared at the wand he gingerly put atop his knees... This was the weapon was wielded by broken man. A weak man that thought he could escape death and taxes.
Unaware or uncaring. To the consequences of attempting to elude mortality. He had seen it. The fate of all those who used horcruxes was to be stuck in limbo. For all eternity for only whole souls could pass beyond Mortal's Keen.
Dumbledore's eyes widened.
Harry smiled innocently.