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Magic Evolved
17 ReviewsAU. Crossover fic. Magic is on the brink of evolution. One person stands at the heart of a world in conflict, and only he has the power to bring it to an end. [Full Summary in Profile]
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Magic Evolved
By AfroJedii
Volume One
Genesis
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Some individuals, it is true, are more special. This is natural selection. It begins as a single individual born or hatched like every other member of their species. Anonymous. Seemingly ordinary. Except they're not. They carry inside them the genetic code that will take their species to the next evolutionary rung. It's destiny. - Mohinder Suresh in /Heroes/
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At the age of ten Harry Potter was the intelligent and powerful child of meager upbringing. For as long as he could remember he’s held nothing but his Aunt and Uncle’s unbridled distain. But, life at Number 4 Privet Dr. was both exciting and dreary.
During his younger years Harry would sit in the back of class and day dream about what his parents where like before they died. Where they nice like the other kid’s parents in his class? Or where they foul and loathsome excuses for human beings like his Aunt and Uncle? It slightly disturbed him to think that his mom could be anything like her sister, Petunia.
Aunt Petunia would always take pleasure in telling him how horrid and thick his parents were in their youths. She’d delight in telling him how the drunk driver that ended their lives had done a great service by ridding the world of his parents’ ‘unnaturalness’. That was a word that Harry contemplated quite often. How does one become ‘unnatural’? For Aunt Petunia, it was not a regularly used word when describing her peers, or even her inferiors. There were many residents near and far from Privet Dr. that his Aunt held in contempt, but not once did she ever describe them as being ‘unnatural’. What exactly was it about his parents that irked his aunt so?
Could his mother and father have been like him? Could they also have been freaks like him too? How could he do the strange things he’s done if they were not inherited talents from his parents?
Harry couldn’t recall when he’d actually discovered his abnormal abilities. Whenever his Uncle Vernon would take him to get his hair trimmed it would re-grow to its previous length by the next morning. It drove his aunt and uncle bonkers as they’d always complained about his shabby looking appearance. After many unsuccessful attempts they simply gave it up as a lost cause. But, since nothing could be done about his naturally messy hair, they, in turn, rarely allowed him out of the house unless it was to maintain his many chores.
One evening he had been painting the fence in the hot evening sun. It was so hot that taking off his shirt did little to abate the unrelenting heat. He had looked forward to grabbing a large glass of fresh lemonade from the fridge once he was finished. Those thick cubes of ice were all that was on his mind as he painted. And for a moment, he’d felt slightly dizzy, and suddenly felt ice cold water at his feet. Looking down, there was at least four inches of melting ice that reached to his ankles. How it had gotten there he did not know.
Equally bizarre events constantly occurred throughout his young life. Aside from the ice and hair incidents, he’s so far accidentally set fire to his cousin Dudley’s backpack, talked to a garden snake, healed his injured leg after an intense pick-up soccer match a school, and even saved a careless girl from being road kill after school. How he saved the girl was interesting as well. Ever growing conscious of his abilities Harry acted promptly, and, without touching or being near the unfortunate girl, he’d simply gestured his hand and pulled her unceremoniously back onto the street curb in a tangle heap.
With a little time and practice Harry began to task himself with honing his wayward powers. It started off very slow and it was only due to his persistence that he began to notice the slight developments he’d been making. Previously, his abilities seemed to manifest itself when he or others were in danger. The occasions where it came to him willingly were few and far between. Over time Harry learned how to call forth his power willingly and without fail.
The most intriguing manifestation of Harry’s powers came about when he was 9-years-old. One night he’d been tossing and turning during a terrible nightmare. In the haze of the nightmare he had seen himself torturing others endlessly and without remorse. Men and women in haunting ash-grey skull masks bowed and worshiped him. The intoxicating feeling of delving into their flimsy minds and reading their thoughts undetected was very amusing. Not only could he read their errant thoughts, but also feel their conflicted emotions due to his presence in their minds. The strangest thing of all about that muddled nightmare was the dark robed figures, their submissiveness, and how they referred to him as their ‘Dark Lord’.
Harry awoke with a fright. Everything he’d seen and done was so confusing, yet he could still smell the lingering stench of charred human flesh of those he had tortured for hours on end. His mind was still abuzz with the tingling sensation of ‘touching’ the other men and women’s minds, and he began to wonder if he could replicate that feat in real life.
Was this the way his mind intended him to learn of his abilities, with nightmares? It was both disgusting and satisfying to know he could hold such powers over others with little effort.
Harry began ‘touching’ his aunt’s mind, carefully inquiring about the strange things that have been happening to him the last few years. If the things his aunt knew were indeed true, then he, like his parents, is apart of an outlandish ‘magical society’.
Harry began attaining more knowledge on both his father and mother through his aunt. When he was locked in his cupboard under the staircase he’d cleverly delved in Aunt Petunia’s dreadful mind whilst she slept, inquiring about her and his mother’s childhood. It was then that Harry began to fit together the little pieces of information he’d been gleaning from Aunt Petunia.
James Potter and Lily Evans was both students at an acclaimed magical school in Scotland known as Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And for the first time Harry had a chance see both of his parents through his aunt’s memories. It was hard for Harry to ignore the feelings of greed, hate, and envy as they were strongly linked with his aunt’s memory of his parents. Harry was left unsatisfied about his father’s childhood as Aunt Petunia seemed not to have known him for very long. Harry was pleased that he’d at least got to experience what his mother was like during her younger years, even if it was through the tainted eyes of his aunt.
As Harry perused the memories of his aunt, he found the memory of how she came about ‘adopting’ him. It was heartbreaking to find out that he been left on the doorsteps of Number 4 one late evening like a bin of tossed rubbish. Harry felt lost, alone, and cheated at that memory. The note left on his person by someone named Albus Dumbledore did little to placate either his aunt or himself. Harry was appalled that someone would just leave an infant on the doorsteps like that. It seemed rather irresponsible and careless for an adult.
It was then he’d also learned his mother was not he only person in the family Aunt Petunia despised. Much to his amazement she informed him through leeched memories that she was not the oldest child as he once believed. Elaine Evans was his aunt and mother’s older sister. The eldest Evans sister married early to a wealthy history professor, John Grey, and they’d had one daughter named Jean.
It did Harry’s heart wonders to know that he had an extended family outside of Privet Dr. and his Aunt Marge. Thought it would have been nice to meet his other aunt, uncle, and cousin Jean Grey, he wasn’t too sure how much they would be willing to meet him. He’s just Harry Bloody Potter, endowed with strange abilities that would scare most normal people out of their wits.
So, without guidance and without aid Harry threw himself into his studies and the development of his powers. After a couple of years he gained a level of control that he was satisfied with. . . for now. He’d trained himself so extensively that it got to the point that he had began missing hours sleep in lieu of late night activities of ‘mind walking’ the many inhabitants of Privet Dr. It was the only fun he was having in his otherwise boring life.
Essentially, Harry was living through others by observing their likes, dislike, fears, and dreams on a daily basis. This was also how Harry came to realize not only how dull his like was, but how fun and pleasurable it could be.
He learned things from ‘mind walking’ adults that made his entire body go red. These intimate and private moments taught him things that his Aunt and Uncle would’ve danced around until he was 30. He’d gotten the birds and bees speech through and adolescent boy given ‘the talk’, just a few streets down the road. He now had history, math, english, and even yoga lessons through ‘mind walking’ a few neighbors and professors around Privet Dr.
Harry has since become a very perceptive child. His logic and intellect has earned him the blessings of his school teachers. His grades always ranked in the upper echelon of his year. But, due to his situation at home he’s been keeping his school grade a secret. He’s come to understand that most people fear what they do not understand, and are often quite hostile towards oddities like himself. Those like the Dursleys would only see him as an ‘unnatural’ blight on their otherwise ‘normal’ world. Doctors and scientist would rather dissect him for answer to satisfy their curiosities.
It was quite frightful when Harry noticed many people scrutinizing him closely. For a moment he thought they were on to him and his illicit peeking into their minds, but as he touched their minds again he noticed that he’d been leaving his residual magical essence in the minds of those he ‘mind walked’. They didn’t notice anything that would compromise him in any way but they did slightly ‘feel’ his presence with them which in turn caused them to notice his otherwise inconspicuous self.
This led Harry to the conclusion that he could not only read the thoughts and minds of others, but also compel them to follow his every command. For a neglected 10-year-old child this was a goldmine. Harry could now make his relatives notice and even care for him. Their free wills were his to command as he saw fit and they’d be none the wiser. Harry started off slowly by changing simple things like blocking the word ‘freak’ from his relative’s vocabulary forcing them to use there lackluster wits for insults. Then he compelled his Uncle to buy him decent and presentable cloths, enough to last him the entire year. Harry’s aunt was now forced to do all the laundry, dishes, and cleaning on top of preparing meals for all of the family. And, in a rare case of sympathy, Harry compelled his uncle to achieve a higher work ethic in order to get that advancement he longed for. To his surprise Vernon made partner soon thereafter.
It was not Harry’s prerogative to make the lives of his family any better then they had made his over the years. It pained him to say that with his new powers, he felt pity for the Dursleys. Harry grudgingly forced his cousin Dudley to take wrestling classes at the local gym after witnessing his cousin getting manhandled by an 18-year-old bully. It did strike him as ironic that ‘Big D’ was now on the receiving end of the abuse he loved to dish out. But no matter what his cousin did, or will do, Harry could not abide by watching his family being manhandled by a simple thug.
Again Harry was almost shocked by what was achieved due to his influence. Dudley had, in the matter of months, dropped fifty ponds of fat and was quite bulky for a mere ten-year-old. Harry didn’t think it was possible to get that fit in such a short amount of time for someone their age!
Harry almost wanted to force his cousin to eat twice as much as before just to spite the success but didn’t have the heart to follow through. Harry would never admit it to anyone, but he was quite proud of the smiles of admiration his cousin began to receive from others. Dudley was more cheerful now and rarely used intimidation to force others in doing things. Well mostly, he was still a big impish git quite too often for Harry’s taste.
Harry’s influences changed the life of the Dursley household. Though they still resented Harry’s very existence, they could not bring themselves to outright criticize the boy and his dodgy ways. When the boy asked Vernon if he could join his school’s soccer team he was apt to say no but a moment later he simply agreed to the request, albeit grudgingly. One second he was going to outright refuse to let Harry join any team but in the next he couldn’t see any reason why not to allow it. . . strange. Besides, he’s had much more intrusting things to do now, like managing his budding income.
His Aunt, Uncle, and cousin never attended any of his soccer games or got whiff of his outstanding grades because every month when he received his report card he’d simply change the grades to match his relatives’ expectations. His teachers worried about his aunt and uncle’s lack of interest in his schooling but he assured them that they were ‘proud’ of him and his achievement and rather chose not to spoil him.
All in all, Harry Potter was content with his lot in life. His limited understanding of the magical world through his aunt’s memories enlightened him about magical education. As he neared his 11th birthday he anticipated his invitation to join the illustrious Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry like his mother before him.
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Harry made his way home from school while walking a good distance away from his cousin and his merry band of goons. Harry was now a healthy young man with jet black hair, and vibrant green eyes. He’d stopped wearing glasses a few years back due to his developing powers. His blue and silver soccer uniform was soiled with dried mud.
It was a little late in the evening walking home because of Dudley’s wrestling class and Harry soccer practice. They were both more then a little exhausted from their respective activities and were looking forwards to a nice hot shower. ‘/If I know that git, he’ll try to claim it before –‘/
His thoughts where suddenly sidetracked as he felt an intense shift of magical energy. Something was coming, and fast.
“Hey, Dudley,” Harry called out, “can you feel that?”
Dudley looked perplexed for a moment looking around for whatever his cousin was on about, “What are you on about, ruddy idiot.”
“That feeling. . . it’s magic.” Harry has become intimate with the comforting feeling of magic as he’s been using it over many years now. The comforting feeling Harry had grown accustomed to was absent and in its place was tainted magic. “Ah, shite!”
No sooner had the words left Harry’s mouth he was thrown back by a cloud of thick black smoke that sailed right through him. Popping sounds were heard in the confusion. He regained his bearings and paled at the sight before him. Five dark robed figures in ashen skull mask stood between him and the Dudley gang.
For a moment Harry thought he was back in that nightmare where he was torturing people, but he knew this was no dream. He’d had nightmares about these people, and envisioned them exactly as they stood before him, proud and arrogant. He’s always known that some of those nightmares felt too real to a mere dream. His magic had somehow enable him to witness their wicked deeds and for the first time Harry resented his magic.
“Mr. Potter, it is quite the honor to make your acquaintance.” The man gave a mocking bow as his cohorts chuckled at the antics.
Harry decided to play up his ignorant child persona. They didn’t need to now that he’d somehow seen their compromising misadventures. Besides, the vibes he was picking up the assembled robed figures sent chills down his spine. These lot knew magic and they could possible be here to arrest him. Lily told Petunia during the summer between fourth and fifth year that the magical society considered overt use of ‘mind magic’ was strictly forbidden, but had not elaborated beyond that.
“W-Who are you people?” Harry asked.
“What, you never hear of us? Interesting. I never knew James and Lily had it in them. . .” the man trailed off looking thoughtful.
Harry was shocked hearing his parent’s names form these people. ‘/Of course they would know them, they’re magical too!’/ The creepy people in black robes must have at least gone to the same school as his parents if Hogwarts was at big as Lily described to aunt.
“Imagine our surprise when we heard about the esteemed Potter squib was having numerous bouts of accidental magic. And through lengthy observations we’ve noticed it wasn’t accidental at all, but rather strong underage magic.” The man who spoke now was slightly shorter then the first and held himself proudly with authority.
‘/What’s a squib? Accidental and underage magic? They’ve been observing me all this time? How could that be?’/ Harry could usually sense when another so much as thought about him if they were the immediate area. It seemed he had much to learn about the magic business. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t know there was any age limit.”
They all began to chuckle once more and Harry turned beat red. ‘/They can’t suspect me of lying if I haven’t even been formally informed of the bylaws of the magical world.’/
“I see you have manners, boy,” replied the first speaker with a sneer, “One would think being raised by the filth you call a family would have tainted your upbringing.”
Harry was about to protest that his family would have indeed ‘tainted’ his upbringing if it wasn’t for the fact that he changed a few things, but wisely held his tongue. If this underage magic business was anything serious he didn’t want to bury himself a hole he could get out of.
The aristocratic postured masked man spoke once more, “What kind of squib goes around casting wandless magic without a single days worth of magical training, and wandless to boot?”
He held and official looking parchment in his hands but Harry could not make out what is said. “I think we’ve been fooled gentlemen!” they chuckled once again to Harry’s chagrin.
“I, uh, I think you need to talk to my Uncle’s lawyers.”
“Why?” the same man asked, “You’re not under arrest.”
Harry acted surprised. What was with the big show if they weren’t even the police? “You mean you’re not the—“
“Aurors? No, can’t say we are.” Harry was going to say ‘police’ /before he was rudely interrupted but he filed this ‘Auror’ /thing away for later. “Any normal magical child does the occasional accidental magic. What we would like to know is how a supposed squib goes about learning wandless spell casting at such a young age.”
Harry tensed for a moment as he began to form a response. Then it hit him like a punch. He didn’t have to tell these people a bloody thing. They weren’t the police, hell, they wore ruddy masks! If those nightmares proved to be fact then he was in for one wild night. “Look, uh, if you’re not the police- uh, aurors- and I’m not under arrest. . . Then I think I better head home, it’s quite late and I don’t want my aunt to nag all night.”
When Harry got no immediate reply from the crew, he turned and began walking towards his cousin’s gang, and, backpack in hand, leaned over to his cousin ear.
“Are they still there?” Harry inquired not looking back.
“Erm, Harry, I think there headed this way.”
Sure enough the group in the Halloween consumes bee lined right for them. There gait seemed more purposeful this time around and the sticks in their hands signaled him of their annoyance. Looking back at his cousin and his cousin’s friends he saw they were still quite appalled by the dress these adults sported.
“Dudley, you and your friends need to get out of here now. I think I’m going to be in a spot of trouble by the looks of things.”
“What are you talking about? What do those freaks want with you?!” Dudley all but shouted.
A bright red light streaked from one of the robed men’s wand aim to hit Harry in the chest! His soccer reflexes kicked in, and at the last second Harry shifted to the side allowing it to fly pass, but it found a different target in Dudley’s best mate, Piers.
‘/Whoa! BLOODY HELL!’ /Harry thought, panicking. He really riled this lot up if they were outright blasting away at them with magic!
“Dud, take Piers and get out of here!”
“But—“
“Now!” No sooner after his cousin swung his scrawny friend over his shoulder and ran off did the robed men surround him seemingly incensed.
One man shot Harry in the abdomen with a yellow bolt of magic which turning into thick ropes once it struck his body. Bound and disoriented from hitting the ground with a big ‘thud’ Harry began to panic anew. The man that bound him approached and delivered a swift kick to his chest effectively knocking the wind out of him.
With a simple sweep of his hand the masked man vaporized the skull masked revealing his long blonde hair and cold silver eyes. “Who put the charm around your house, boy? Why are they protecting you, a mere squib? Give me an answer so I can go home.”
For the life of him Harry could not guess what the hell was going on. These people were mental! They just blindsided him out of nowhere unprovoked. What the hell did he mean by a charm? He didn’t think Number 4 was charming at all!
Due to Harry’s lack of response Lucius Malfoy banished Harry hard into the brick wall of the convenience story they were near. “I detest Potters.” Lucius drawled.
Through the sweat and agony of his body Harry clumsily drilled into one of the men’s mind and forced him to blast away at his friends with all that he had.
Horus Crabbe’s head shook and his eyes rolled around in his head. When he came to, the large Death Eater aimed his wand at Macnair and cast the cruciatus curse. Macnair shrieked deafeningly for several moments. Lucius stunned the traitorous Crabbe immediately. Not a moment later, the recovering Macnair shattered Goyal’s leg with a sickening crunch. Rodolphus banished and stunned both Macnair and Goyal in confusion.
“What in the name of Merlin is bloody going on with you lot?!” Rodolphus shouted. His wand was raised at Lucius half expecting him to turn traitor as well.
“The boy,” whispered Lucius awestruck, “he’s using legilimency to turn us against one another. Tighten your occlumency shields at once!”
Rodolphus immediately reinforced his mind’s shields. He could not believe a mere child who’s yet to hit puberty could be capable legilimens. Harry Potter was proving to be more trouble then he was worth.
Lucius’ wand tip glowed with the coming of a new spell, but this time Harry was prepared. He seized onto his magical energy with everything he had; his only thought was he had to get out of there! When the curse rocketed towards his prone body he vanished from the ground and reappeared a good few feet down the street. Previously where Harry once was there was an transparent sort of crack closing in on itself quietly and unnoticed.
“Did he just—?” Lestrange began.
His erratic breathing and groaning attracted their astonished attention.
“Apparate? Indeed.” Lucius answered. “I’ll take care of the whelp. Lestrange, make sure the muggles stay out of this. Be sure to cast an anti-apparation ward around this area. It seems our young friend is quite talented.”
Harry’s head was spinning for a moment. His magic seemed to react violently from that last trick he’d pulled off. It often happened when he would put entirely too much power into any of his tricks. He could see the group of his assailant a ways down the busy street. As Harry looked around he noticed a few people carrying on like there wasn’t a kid being attacked in the middle of the bloody street! It’s as if they could not see him or the other wizards. It had to be some type of magic and Harry began to feel more and more out of his league.
“Where are you going, hm?” Lucius strutted assertively to the child’s side placing his pristine boot on Harry’s chest. “I see now why the Dark Lord fears your presence. Such talent for one so young, you would have indeed made a worthy adversary for my Lord given time. A shame your parents gave you up after he stripped you of your magic. For what it’s worth, I’m pleased you’re not as helpless as we expected. It’s not in a Malfoy’s honor to kill a helpless child, but I must say, with your display of skill, you will die a man.”
As if on cue, Harry glanced at the empty red Honda across the street and swiftly threw his freed right hand toward it’s direction, then balled his fist viciously. The vehicle crumpled angrily and exploded knocking the blonde haired wizard off his feet.
‘If that didn’t grab someone’s attention. . .!’ Harry thought irritably.
Lucius jumped to his feet furiously and saw Potter shake off Crabbe’s scanty full-body-bind. “Argh! Enough of this nonsense Potter! You think you can hide from the Dark Lords wrath! Not Anymore! Accio!”
The flying form of Harry Potter was moments away from colliding to the pavement before Malfoy’s feet, but at the last second, Harry disappeared once more, this time further away from the irate Death Eater.
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“Harry? Harry!” Aunt Petunia screeched. “Is that you in there?”
Harry was once again bewildered as he looked around his room at Number 4. He now had another ability to add to his lengthy list of powers, teleportation. How and why he came back to his room was odd but relieving none the less.
He never thought he’d be so happy in hearing his aunt wiry voice. Opening the door to his bedroom Harry was presented with all three Dursleys.
“What if Christ’s name happened to you, boy!” Vernon growled, “And what is this Dudley tells me of freaks attacking him and his friends! I will not have any of your freakiness endangering my family!”
“What? I was just attack by crazy people, Uncle Vernon!” Harry gestured toward the large bleeding slash on his thigh that could be seen through his torn trousers. His entire boy held various cuts and bruises and his left eye seemed swollen.
Vernon didn’t look at all convinced. “You must have bloody well done something to those people if they attacked you like that!”
Harry was dismayed. He did not expect his uncle to come running to his rescue, not for a second. But to not even listen to his side of the story was baffling. What could a kid possibly do to a group of adults to be attacked so viciously? And more importantly, how could his uncle be so dense?
“Listen Uncle Vernon, those people seemed to know where we live. They said they’ve been watching me for quite some time. We have to get out of here, quickly!”
Dudley paled, Aunt Petunia screeched, and Uncle Vernon seethed. “Petunia, call the police this instant!” tuning back to his nephew he said, “I want you out of this house before the coppers arrive, boy! We’ve had enough of your freakishness without all your bloody trouble to add to things!”
“Fine! I’ll leave, and you won’t ever see me in this bloody house again!” Harry refused to let the tears fall from his face. He never thought he would be kicked from his own home like morning rubbish. He never hated his uncle more then in that moment. His anger rolled off of him in waves, his magic welled up inside him anxious to be unleashed. And it was with great effort Harry slammed his emotional turmoil back down inside him.
‘/After everything I’ve done for the ungrateful gits over the years and this is what I get. Fat lot of help it did me. I could’ve forced them to obey my every whim but noooo—!’/
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Lucius Malfoy, Rodolphus Lestrange, Walden Macnair, Crabbe, and Goyle, each made their way towards the Dark Lord’s throne. They treaded with great trepidation. The few wiser of the lot prepared themselves for their master’s wrath.
“And so they return. . . Some of my most trusted men arrive with no prisoner in tow,” Lord Voldemort drawled as the five men bowed in respect to their Lord. “Tell me, Black, why is it you lot failed to complete such a simple task.”
The Dark Lord was a fine, tall, slim man who looked to be in his late twenties to early thirties, with haunting red eyes, and long locks as dark as a raven’s wing. His whole appearance bespoke that calmness and resolution peculiar to men comfortable from their cradle to contend with danger.
“My Lord, the boy proved to exceedingly knowledgeable of his magical abilities.” The Intel they’d gained from Dumbledore and his Order suggested the boy was a castaway squib of the Potter family, the same boy who had made him comatose for nearly five years, Harry James Potter.
“Exceedingly knowledgeable, you say? How knowledgeable could a child be to slip through your hands? For your sake, you better have a very good reason why I shouldn’t kill where you stand.” The Dark Lord did not once raise his voice; he spoke clearly and without glamour. His voice was icy and sinister and many of his followers were familiar of their Lord’s wrath when he was in such moods.
“I offer to my memories, if my Lord so wishes it.” Many gasped at Rodolphus’ plea.
It was not often a pureblood would allow the likes of another to peruse their minds, even if it was the Dark Lord himself. Witches and Wizard learned at an early age to rig and booby trap certain memories, and if one wanted to hold a secret bad enough there was a certain spell that would take the lives of both the Legilimens and Occlumens if the memory happened to be viewed unwillingly. It is the fear of this spell and many like that, that the Dark Lord was careful about how far he delved into another’s mind.
“An offer I can’t refuse,” Lord Voldemort drawled. Rodolphus stood once more and chanted, “I, Rodolphus Lestrange, hereby permit one Lord Voldemort free trespass of mind in concerns of Harry James Potter, so mote it be.”
“So mote it be,” Lord Voldemort grinned pleasingly. ‘Oh how I love the foolishness of these insolent bastards.’
Through the fresh memories of Rodolphus Lestrange, the Dark Lord witnessed the entire confrontation with the young Potter heir. Voldemort was wickedly surprised by how advanced the 10-year-old was in terms of his magical prowess. Wandless Magic, Legilimency, and even Apparation in spite of the anti-apparation wards! The intel they’d gathered on the boy was indeed false fodder no doubt arranged by that fool, Albus Dumbledore.
How and when the boy had learned of such skills was beyond him. It was time he called upon young Severus to enlighten of the boy’s training, but first he had a mind to distort.
Rodolphus foolishly allowed him access into his unscrupulous mind using a very vague magical oath. The oath was indicative to the perusing of Harry Potter related memories only, and for a master Legilimens, that was enough of an opening to do anything short of killing the man. The Dark Lord simply associated the life of Harry Potter with Rodolphus’ entire life. His childhood was now filled with Harry Potters. Friends, family, and enemies, became the visage of the young man. Any and everyone he’s ever known were erased from his mind and only a solitary person remained.
Voldemort cackled ominously as Rodolphus fell to the ground quaking and eyes rolled in the back of his head. The man was effectively driven insane in the matter of minutes. He was as good as dead.
The Death Eater meeting was cut short soon thereafter. Voldemort headed towards his personal chambers to meditate on the enigma called Harry Potter.
Even in his night wear Voldemort managed his threatening visage. His long ebony hair cascaded down his back in a high ponytail. His serpent familiar, Nagini, slithered her way around her master’s torso on arm siphoning warmth. The doors of chamber opened once more, and in stepped the beautiful figure of Bellatrix Lestrange.
Bellatrix was broken out of the Azkaban prison nearly five years ago. All physical indications that she once resided in the dreadful place vanished over time. What remained was a stunningly beautiful woman with a lithe and supple figure. Her amethyst like eyes blazed with lust of her Lord. She curled next to Voldemort and captured his lips in a fiery kiss.
“With Rodolphus out of commission the Black holdings has now passed to the young Malfoy, my Lord. And as his first act of the new Lord Black, he’s had my marriage contract with the oaf abolished. I am once again a member of the house of Black.”
“Things are falling into place nicely, love. Soon I will bring peace, and justice, and security to the magical world. Pureblood families will no longer fear the taint of muggle society,” Voldemort said, in a rare tone of serenity. He caressed Bellatrix’s swollen belly. “And my son shall take his rightful place by my side as ruler of this world.”
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This is my first foray into fandom in quite a while. There’s allot to this story that’s been purposefully left out. It was a conscious effort on my part to vaguely explain just how much Harry understands his magic. I will not list all the things Harry is capable of as that would ruin the fun and surprises in later chapters.
It should be said now that this story will be heavily AU (Alternate Universe). More so the Harry Potter universe and not so much the X-Men movie ‘verse.
Plot arrangements and various opening quotes are taken directly from NBC’s hit show, Heroes. A few days back a friend of mine who read my first few chapters told me that my plot setup is eerily reminiscent to Heroes in that I’ll be focusing on many different people throughout the story that will all eventually come together. Have no fear though, Harry is and always will be the center of the story. There will be no chapter without him, believe it! lol
But since Heroes is one of favorite shows of all time, I decided to run with it. The show has had some very interesting ideas on human evolution and I decided to borrow from that because it actually made a lot of sense. This fic will be a Harry Potter and X-Men crossover only, and not Heroes. I just wanted to steal a few lines and quotes that I think would fit into this story.
Flames about me and/or this story are highly encouraged. Please feel free to vent whatever anger life has burdened you with on me. Let me know what it is you don’t like about the story and –and this is really the most important part— how you would fix it.
So, drop a Review!
-Afro
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Magic Evolved
By AfroJedii
Volume One
Genesis
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Some individuals, it is true, are more special. This is natural selection. It begins as a single individual born or hatched like every other member of their species. Anonymous. Seemingly ordinary. Except they're not. They carry inside them the genetic code that will take their species to the next evolutionary rung. It's destiny. - Mohinder Suresh in /Heroes/
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At the age of ten Harry Potter was the intelligent and powerful child of meager upbringing. For as long as he could remember he’s held nothing but his Aunt and Uncle’s unbridled distain. But, life at Number 4 Privet Dr. was both exciting and dreary.
During his younger years Harry would sit in the back of class and day dream about what his parents where like before they died. Where they nice like the other kid’s parents in his class? Or where they foul and loathsome excuses for human beings like his Aunt and Uncle? It slightly disturbed him to think that his mom could be anything like her sister, Petunia.
Aunt Petunia would always take pleasure in telling him how horrid and thick his parents were in their youths. She’d delight in telling him how the drunk driver that ended their lives had done a great service by ridding the world of his parents’ ‘unnaturalness’. That was a word that Harry contemplated quite often. How does one become ‘unnatural’? For Aunt Petunia, it was not a regularly used word when describing her peers, or even her inferiors. There were many residents near and far from Privet Dr. that his Aunt held in contempt, but not once did she ever describe them as being ‘unnatural’. What exactly was it about his parents that irked his aunt so?
Could his mother and father have been like him? Could they also have been freaks like him too? How could he do the strange things he’s done if they were not inherited talents from his parents?
Harry couldn’t recall when he’d actually discovered his abnormal abilities. Whenever his Uncle Vernon would take him to get his hair trimmed it would re-grow to its previous length by the next morning. It drove his aunt and uncle bonkers as they’d always complained about his shabby looking appearance. After many unsuccessful attempts they simply gave it up as a lost cause. But, since nothing could be done about his naturally messy hair, they, in turn, rarely allowed him out of the house unless it was to maintain his many chores.
One evening he had been painting the fence in the hot evening sun. It was so hot that taking off his shirt did little to abate the unrelenting heat. He had looked forward to grabbing a large glass of fresh lemonade from the fridge once he was finished. Those thick cubes of ice were all that was on his mind as he painted. And for a moment, he’d felt slightly dizzy, and suddenly felt ice cold water at his feet. Looking down, there was at least four inches of melting ice that reached to his ankles. How it had gotten there he did not know.
Equally bizarre events constantly occurred throughout his young life. Aside from the ice and hair incidents, he’s so far accidentally set fire to his cousin Dudley’s backpack, talked to a garden snake, healed his injured leg after an intense pick-up soccer match a school, and even saved a careless girl from being road kill after school. How he saved the girl was interesting as well. Ever growing conscious of his abilities Harry acted promptly, and, without touching or being near the unfortunate girl, he’d simply gestured his hand and pulled her unceremoniously back onto the street curb in a tangle heap.
With a little time and practice Harry began to task himself with honing his wayward powers. It started off very slow and it was only due to his persistence that he began to notice the slight developments he’d been making. Previously, his abilities seemed to manifest itself when he or others were in danger. The occasions where it came to him willingly were few and far between. Over time Harry learned how to call forth his power willingly and without fail.
The most intriguing manifestation of Harry’s powers came about when he was 9-years-old. One night he’d been tossing and turning during a terrible nightmare. In the haze of the nightmare he had seen himself torturing others endlessly and without remorse. Men and women in haunting ash-grey skull masks bowed and worshiped him. The intoxicating feeling of delving into their flimsy minds and reading their thoughts undetected was very amusing. Not only could he read their errant thoughts, but also feel their conflicted emotions due to his presence in their minds. The strangest thing of all about that muddled nightmare was the dark robed figures, their submissiveness, and how they referred to him as their ‘Dark Lord’.
Harry awoke with a fright. Everything he’d seen and done was so confusing, yet he could still smell the lingering stench of charred human flesh of those he had tortured for hours on end. His mind was still abuzz with the tingling sensation of ‘touching’ the other men and women’s minds, and he began to wonder if he could replicate that feat in real life.
Was this the way his mind intended him to learn of his abilities, with nightmares? It was both disgusting and satisfying to know he could hold such powers over others with little effort.
Harry began ‘touching’ his aunt’s mind, carefully inquiring about the strange things that have been happening to him the last few years. If the things his aunt knew were indeed true, then he, like his parents, is apart of an outlandish ‘magical society’.
Harry began attaining more knowledge on both his father and mother through his aunt. When he was locked in his cupboard under the staircase he’d cleverly delved in Aunt Petunia’s dreadful mind whilst she slept, inquiring about her and his mother’s childhood. It was then that Harry began to fit together the little pieces of information he’d been gleaning from Aunt Petunia.
James Potter and Lily Evans was both students at an acclaimed magical school in Scotland known as Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And for the first time Harry had a chance see both of his parents through his aunt’s memories. It was hard for Harry to ignore the feelings of greed, hate, and envy as they were strongly linked with his aunt’s memory of his parents. Harry was left unsatisfied about his father’s childhood as Aunt Petunia seemed not to have known him for very long. Harry was pleased that he’d at least got to experience what his mother was like during her younger years, even if it was through the tainted eyes of his aunt.
As Harry perused the memories of his aunt, he found the memory of how she came about ‘adopting’ him. It was heartbreaking to find out that he been left on the doorsteps of Number 4 one late evening like a bin of tossed rubbish. Harry felt lost, alone, and cheated at that memory. The note left on his person by someone named Albus Dumbledore did little to placate either his aunt or himself. Harry was appalled that someone would just leave an infant on the doorsteps like that. It seemed rather irresponsible and careless for an adult.
It was then he’d also learned his mother was not he only person in the family Aunt Petunia despised. Much to his amazement she informed him through leeched memories that she was not the oldest child as he once believed. Elaine Evans was his aunt and mother’s older sister. The eldest Evans sister married early to a wealthy history professor, John Grey, and they’d had one daughter named Jean.
It did Harry’s heart wonders to know that he had an extended family outside of Privet Dr. and his Aunt Marge. Thought it would have been nice to meet his other aunt, uncle, and cousin Jean Grey, he wasn’t too sure how much they would be willing to meet him. He’s just Harry Bloody Potter, endowed with strange abilities that would scare most normal people out of their wits.
So, without guidance and without aid Harry threw himself into his studies and the development of his powers. After a couple of years he gained a level of control that he was satisfied with. . . for now. He’d trained himself so extensively that it got to the point that he had began missing hours sleep in lieu of late night activities of ‘mind walking’ the many inhabitants of Privet Dr. It was the only fun he was having in his otherwise boring life.
Essentially, Harry was living through others by observing their likes, dislike, fears, and dreams on a daily basis. This was also how Harry came to realize not only how dull his like was, but how fun and pleasurable it could be.
He learned things from ‘mind walking’ adults that made his entire body go red. These intimate and private moments taught him things that his Aunt and Uncle would’ve danced around until he was 30. He’d gotten the birds and bees speech through and adolescent boy given ‘the talk’, just a few streets down the road. He now had history, math, english, and even yoga lessons through ‘mind walking’ a few neighbors and professors around Privet Dr.
Harry has since become a very perceptive child. His logic and intellect has earned him the blessings of his school teachers. His grades always ranked in the upper echelon of his year. But, due to his situation at home he’s been keeping his school grade a secret. He’s come to understand that most people fear what they do not understand, and are often quite hostile towards oddities like himself. Those like the Dursleys would only see him as an ‘unnatural’ blight on their otherwise ‘normal’ world. Doctors and scientist would rather dissect him for answer to satisfy their curiosities.
It was quite frightful when Harry noticed many people scrutinizing him closely. For a moment he thought they were on to him and his illicit peeking into their minds, but as he touched their minds again he noticed that he’d been leaving his residual magical essence in the minds of those he ‘mind walked’. They didn’t notice anything that would compromise him in any way but they did slightly ‘feel’ his presence with them which in turn caused them to notice his otherwise inconspicuous self.
This led Harry to the conclusion that he could not only read the thoughts and minds of others, but also compel them to follow his every command. For a neglected 10-year-old child this was a goldmine. Harry could now make his relatives notice and even care for him. Their free wills were his to command as he saw fit and they’d be none the wiser. Harry started off slowly by changing simple things like blocking the word ‘freak’ from his relative’s vocabulary forcing them to use there lackluster wits for insults. Then he compelled his Uncle to buy him decent and presentable cloths, enough to last him the entire year. Harry’s aunt was now forced to do all the laundry, dishes, and cleaning on top of preparing meals for all of the family. And, in a rare case of sympathy, Harry compelled his uncle to achieve a higher work ethic in order to get that advancement he longed for. To his surprise Vernon made partner soon thereafter.
It was not Harry’s prerogative to make the lives of his family any better then they had made his over the years. It pained him to say that with his new powers, he felt pity for the Dursleys. Harry grudgingly forced his cousin Dudley to take wrestling classes at the local gym after witnessing his cousin getting manhandled by an 18-year-old bully. It did strike him as ironic that ‘Big D’ was now on the receiving end of the abuse he loved to dish out. But no matter what his cousin did, or will do, Harry could not abide by watching his family being manhandled by a simple thug.
Again Harry was almost shocked by what was achieved due to his influence. Dudley had, in the matter of months, dropped fifty ponds of fat and was quite bulky for a mere ten-year-old. Harry didn’t think it was possible to get that fit in such a short amount of time for someone their age!
Harry almost wanted to force his cousin to eat twice as much as before just to spite the success but didn’t have the heart to follow through. Harry would never admit it to anyone, but he was quite proud of the smiles of admiration his cousin began to receive from others. Dudley was more cheerful now and rarely used intimidation to force others in doing things. Well mostly, he was still a big impish git quite too often for Harry’s taste.
Harry’s influences changed the life of the Dursley household. Though they still resented Harry’s very existence, they could not bring themselves to outright criticize the boy and his dodgy ways. When the boy asked Vernon if he could join his school’s soccer team he was apt to say no but a moment later he simply agreed to the request, albeit grudgingly. One second he was going to outright refuse to let Harry join any team but in the next he couldn’t see any reason why not to allow it. . . strange. Besides, he’s had much more intrusting things to do now, like managing his budding income.
His Aunt, Uncle, and cousin never attended any of his soccer games or got whiff of his outstanding grades because every month when he received his report card he’d simply change the grades to match his relatives’ expectations. His teachers worried about his aunt and uncle’s lack of interest in his schooling but he assured them that they were ‘proud’ of him and his achievement and rather chose not to spoil him.
All in all, Harry Potter was content with his lot in life. His limited understanding of the magical world through his aunt’s memories enlightened him about magical education. As he neared his 11th birthday he anticipated his invitation to join the illustrious Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry like his mother before him.
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Harry made his way home from school while walking a good distance away from his cousin and his merry band of goons. Harry was now a healthy young man with jet black hair, and vibrant green eyes. He’d stopped wearing glasses a few years back due to his developing powers. His blue and silver soccer uniform was soiled with dried mud.
It was a little late in the evening walking home because of Dudley’s wrestling class and Harry soccer practice. They were both more then a little exhausted from their respective activities and were looking forwards to a nice hot shower. ‘/If I know that git, he’ll try to claim it before –‘/
His thoughts where suddenly sidetracked as he felt an intense shift of magical energy. Something was coming, and fast.
“Hey, Dudley,” Harry called out, “can you feel that?”
Dudley looked perplexed for a moment looking around for whatever his cousin was on about, “What are you on about, ruddy idiot.”
“That feeling. . . it’s magic.” Harry has become intimate with the comforting feeling of magic as he’s been using it over many years now. The comforting feeling Harry had grown accustomed to was absent and in its place was tainted magic. “Ah, shite!”
No sooner had the words left Harry’s mouth he was thrown back by a cloud of thick black smoke that sailed right through him. Popping sounds were heard in the confusion. He regained his bearings and paled at the sight before him. Five dark robed figures in ashen skull mask stood between him and the Dudley gang.
For a moment Harry thought he was back in that nightmare where he was torturing people, but he knew this was no dream. He’d had nightmares about these people, and envisioned them exactly as they stood before him, proud and arrogant. He’s always known that some of those nightmares felt too real to a mere dream. His magic had somehow enable him to witness their wicked deeds and for the first time Harry resented his magic.
“Mr. Potter, it is quite the honor to make your acquaintance.” The man gave a mocking bow as his cohorts chuckled at the antics.
Harry decided to play up his ignorant child persona. They didn’t need to now that he’d somehow seen their compromising misadventures. Besides, the vibes he was picking up the assembled robed figures sent chills down his spine. These lot knew magic and they could possible be here to arrest him. Lily told Petunia during the summer between fourth and fifth year that the magical society considered overt use of ‘mind magic’ was strictly forbidden, but had not elaborated beyond that.
“W-Who are you people?” Harry asked.
“What, you never hear of us? Interesting. I never knew James and Lily had it in them. . .” the man trailed off looking thoughtful.
Harry was shocked hearing his parent’s names form these people. ‘/Of course they would know them, they’re magical too!’/ The creepy people in black robes must have at least gone to the same school as his parents if Hogwarts was at big as Lily described to aunt.
“Imagine our surprise when we heard about the esteemed Potter squib was having numerous bouts of accidental magic. And through lengthy observations we’ve noticed it wasn’t accidental at all, but rather strong underage magic.” The man who spoke now was slightly shorter then the first and held himself proudly with authority.
‘/What’s a squib? Accidental and underage magic? They’ve been observing me all this time? How could that be?’/ Harry could usually sense when another so much as thought about him if they were the immediate area. It seemed he had much to learn about the magic business. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t know there was any age limit.”
They all began to chuckle once more and Harry turned beat red. ‘/They can’t suspect me of lying if I haven’t even been formally informed of the bylaws of the magical world.’/
“I see you have manners, boy,” replied the first speaker with a sneer, “One would think being raised by the filth you call a family would have tainted your upbringing.”
Harry was about to protest that his family would have indeed ‘tainted’ his upbringing if it wasn’t for the fact that he changed a few things, but wisely held his tongue. If this underage magic business was anything serious he didn’t want to bury himself a hole he could get out of.
The aristocratic postured masked man spoke once more, “What kind of squib goes around casting wandless magic without a single days worth of magical training, and wandless to boot?”
He held and official looking parchment in his hands but Harry could not make out what is said. “I think we’ve been fooled gentlemen!” they chuckled once again to Harry’s chagrin.
“I, uh, I think you need to talk to my Uncle’s lawyers.”
“Why?” the same man asked, “You’re not under arrest.”
Harry acted surprised. What was with the big show if they weren’t even the police? “You mean you’re not the—“
“Aurors? No, can’t say we are.” Harry was going to say ‘police’ /before he was rudely interrupted but he filed this ‘Auror’ /thing away for later. “Any normal magical child does the occasional accidental magic. What we would like to know is how a supposed squib goes about learning wandless spell casting at such a young age.”
Harry tensed for a moment as he began to form a response. Then it hit him like a punch. He didn’t have to tell these people a bloody thing. They weren’t the police, hell, they wore ruddy masks! If those nightmares proved to be fact then he was in for one wild night. “Look, uh, if you’re not the police- uh, aurors- and I’m not under arrest. . . Then I think I better head home, it’s quite late and I don’t want my aunt to nag all night.”
When Harry got no immediate reply from the crew, he turned and began walking towards his cousin’s gang, and, backpack in hand, leaned over to his cousin ear.
“Are they still there?” Harry inquired not looking back.
“Erm, Harry, I think there headed this way.”
Sure enough the group in the Halloween consumes bee lined right for them. There gait seemed more purposeful this time around and the sticks in their hands signaled him of their annoyance. Looking back at his cousin and his cousin’s friends he saw they were still quite appalled by the dress these adults sported.
“Dudley, you and your friends need to get out of here now. I think I’m going to be in a spot of trouble by the looks of things.”
“What are you talking about? What do those freaks want with you?!” Dudley all but shouted.
A bright red light streaked from one of the robed men’s wand aim to hit Harry in the chest! His soccer reflexes kicked in, and at the last second Harry shifted to the side allowing it to fly pass, but it found a different target in Dudley’s best mate, Piers.
‘/Whoa! BLOODY HELL!’ /Harry thought, panicking. He really riled this lot up if they were outright blasting away at them with magic!
“Dud, take Piers and get out of here!”
“But—“
“Now!” No sooner after his cousin swung his scrawny friend over his shoulder and ran off did the robed men surround him seemingly incensed.
One man shot Harry in the abdomen with a yellow bolt of magic which turning into thick ropes once it struck his body. Bound and disoriented from hitting the ground with a big ‘thud’ Harry began to panic anew. The man that bound him approached and delivered a swift kick to his chest effectively knocking the wind out of him.
With a simple sweep of his hand the masked man vaporized the skull masked revealing his long blonde hair and cold silver eyes. “Who put the charm around your house, boy? Why are they protecting you, a mere squib? Give me an answer so I can go home.”
For the life of him Harry could not guess what the hell was going on. These people were mental! They just blindsided him out of nowhere unprovoked. What the hell did he mean by a charm? He didn’t think Number 4 was charming at all!
Due to Harry’s lack of response Lucius Malfoy banished Harry hard into the brick wall of the convenience story they were near. “I detest Potters.” Lucius drawled.
Through the sweat and agony of his body Harry clumsily drilled into one of the men’s mind and forced him to blast away at his friends with all that he had.
Horus Crabbe’s head shook and his eyes rolled around in his head. When he came to, the large Death Eater aimed his wand at Macnair and cast the cruciatus curse. Macnair shrieked deafeningly for several moments. Lucius stunned the traitorous Crabbe immediately. Not a moment later, the recovering Macnair shattered Goyal’s leg with a sickening crunch. Rodolphus banished and stunned both Macnair and Goyal in confusion.
“What in the name of Merlin is bloody going on with you lot?!” Rodolphus shouted. His wand was raised at Lucius half expecting him to turn traitor as well.
“The boy,” whispered Lucius awestruck, “he’s using legilimency to turn us against one another. Tighten your occlumency shields at once!”
Rodolphus immediately reinforced his mind’s shields. He could not believe a mere child who’s yet to hit puberty could be capable legilimens. Harry Potter was proving to be more trouble then he was worth.
Lucius’ wand tip glowed with the coming of a new spell, but this time Harry was prepared. He seized onto his magical energy with everything he had; his only thought was he had to get out of there! When the curse rocketed towards his prone body he vanished from the ground and reappeared a good few feet down the street. Previously where Harry once was there was an transparent sort of crack closing in on itself quietly and unnoticed.
“Did he just—?” Lestrange began.
His erratic breathing and groaning attracted their astonished attention.
“Apparate? Indeed.” Lucius answered. “I’ll take care of the whelp. Lestrange, make sure the muggles stay out of this. Be sure to cast an anti-apparation ward around this area. It seems our young friend is quite talented.”
Harry’s head was spinning for a moment. His magic seemed to react violently from that last trick he’d pulled off. It often happened when he would put entirely too much power into any of his tricks. He could see the group of his assailant a ways down the busy street. As Harry looked around he noticed a few people carrying on like there wasn’t a kid being attacked in the middle of the bloody street! It’s as if they could not see him or the other wizards. It had to be some type of magic and Harry began to feel more and more out of his league.
“Where are you going, hm?” Lucius strutted assertively to the child’s side placing his pristine boot on Harry’s chest. “I see now why the Dark Lord fears your presence. Such talent for one so young, you would have indeed made a worthy adversary for my Lord given time. A shame your parents gave you up after he stripped you of your magic. For what it’s worth, I’m pleased you’re not as helpless as we expected. It’s not in a Malfoy’s honor to kill a helpless child, but I must say, with your display of skill, you will die a man.”
As if on cue, Harry glanced at the empty red Honda across the street and swiftly threw his freed right hand toward it’s direction, then balled his fist viciously. The vehicle crumpled angrily and exploded knocking the blonde haired wizard off his feet.
‘If that didn’t grab someone’s attention. . .!’ Harry thought irritably.
Lucius jumped to his feet furiously and saw Potter shake off Crabbe’s scanty full-body-bind. “Argh! Enough of this nonsense Potter! You think you can hide from the Dark Lords wrath! Not Anymore! Accio!”
The flying form of Harry Potter was moments away from colliding to the pavement before Malfoy’s feet, but at the last second, Harry disappeared once more, this time further away from the irate Death Eater.
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“Harry? Harry!” Aunt Petunia screeched. “Is that you in there?”
Harry was once again bewildered as he looked around his room at Number 4. He now had another ability to add to his lengthy list of powers, teleportation. How and why he came back to his room was odd but relieving none the less.
He never thought he’d be so happy in hearing his aunt wiry voice. Opening the door to his bedroom Harry was presented with all three Dursleys.
“What if Christ’s name happened to you, boy!” Vernon growled, “And what is this Dudley tells me of freaks attacking him and his friends! I will not have any of your freakiness endangering my family!”
“What? I was just attack by crazy people, Uncle Vernon!” Harry gestured toward the large bleeding slash on his thigh that could be seen through his torn trousers. His entire boy held various cuts and bruises and his left eye seemed swollen.
Vernon didn’t look at all convinced. “You must have bloody well done something to those people if they attacked you like that!”
Harry was dismayed. He did not expect his uncle to come running to his rescue, not for a second. But to not even listen to his side of the story was baffling. What could a kid possibly do to a group of adults to be attacked so viciously? And more importantly, how could his uncle be so dense?
“Listen Uncle Vernon, those people seemed to know where we live. They said they’ve been watching me for quite some time. We have to get out of here, quickly!”
Dudley paled, Aunt Petunia screeched, and Uncle Vernon seethed. “Petunia, call the police this instant!” tuning back to his nephew he said, “I want you out of this house before the coppers arrive, boy! We’ve had enough of your freakishness without all your bloody trouble to add to things!”
“Fine! I’ll leave, and you won’t ever see me in this bloody house again!” Harry refused to let the tears fall from his face. He never thought he would be kicked from his own home like morning rubbish. He never hated his uncle more then in that moment. His anger rolled off of him in waves, his magic welled up inside him anxious to be unleashed. And it was with great effort Harry slammed his emotional turmoil back down inside him.
‘/After everything I’ve done for the ungrateful gits over the years and this is what I get. Fat lot of help it did me. I could’ve forced them to obey my every whim but noooo—!’/
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Lucius Malfoy, Rodolphus Lestrange, Walden Macnair, Crabbe, and Goyle, each made their way towards the Dark Lord’s throne. They treaded with great trepidation. The few wiser of the lot prepared themselves for their master’s wrath.
“And so they return. . . Some of my most trusted men arrive with no prisoner in tow,” Lord Voldemort drawled as the five men bowed in respect to their Lord. “Tell me, Black, why is it you lot failed to complete such a simple task.”
The Dark Lord was a fine, tall, slim man who looked to be in his late twenties to early thirties, with haunting red eyes, and long locks as dark as a raven’s wing. His whole appearance bespoke that calmness and resolution peculiar to men comfortable from their cradle to contend with danger.
“My Lord, the boy proved to exceedingly knowledgeable of his magical abilities.” The Intel they’d gained from Dumbledore and his Order suggested the boy was a castaway squib of the Potter family, the same boy who had made him comatose for nearly five years, Harry James Potter.
“Exceedingly knowledgeable, you say? How knowledgeable could a child be to slip through your hands? For your sake, you better have a very good reason why I shouldn’t kill where you stand.” The Dark Lord did not once raise his voice; he spoke clearly and without glamour. His voice was icy and sinister and many of his followers were familiar of their Lord’s wrath when he was in such moods.
“I offer to my memories, if my Lord so wishes it.” Many gasped at Rodolphus’ plea.
It was not often a pureblood would allow the likes of another to peruse their minds, even if it was the Dark Lord himself. Witches and Wizard learned at an early age to rig and booby trap certain memories, and if one wanted to hold a secret bad enough there was a certain spell that would take the lives of both the Legilimens and Occlumens if the memory happened to be viewed unwillingly. It is the fear of this spell and many like that, that the Dark Lord was careful about how far he delved into another’s mind.
“An offer I can’t refuse,” Lord Voldemort drawled. Rodolphus stood once more and chanted, “I, Rodolphus Lestrange, hereby permit one Lord Voldemort free trespass of mind in concerns of Harry James Potter, so mote it be.”
“So mote it be,” Lord Voldemort grinned pleasingly. ‘Oh how I love the foolishness of these insolent bastards.’
Through the fresh memories of Rodolphus Lestrange, the Dark Lord witnessed the entire confrontation with the young Potter heir. Voldemort was wickedly surprised by how advanced the 10-year-old was in terms of his magical prowess. Wandless Magic, Legilimency, and even Apparation in spite of the anti-apparation wards! The intel they’d gathered on the boy was indeed false fodder no doubt arranged by that fool, Albus Dumbledore.
How and when the boy had learned of such skills was beyond him. It was time he called upon young Severus to enlighten of the boy’s training, but first he had a mind to distort.
Rodolphus foolishly allowed him access into his unscrupulous mind using a very vague magical oath. The oath was indicative to the perusing of Harry Potter related memories only, and for a master Legilimens, that was enough of an opening to do anything short of killing the man. The Dark Lord simply associated the life of Harry Potter with Rodolphus’ entire life. His childhood was now filled with Harry Potters. Friends, family, and enemies, became the visage of the young man. Any and everyone he’s ever known were erased from his mind and only a solitary person remained.
Voldemort cackled ominously as Rodolphus fell to the ground quaking and eyes rolled in the back of his head. The man was effectively driven insane in the matter of minutes. He was as good as dead.
The Death Eater meeting was cut short soon thereafter. Voldemort headed towards his personal chambers to meditate on the enigma called Harry Potter.
Even in his night wear Voldemort managed his threatening visage. His long ebony hair cascaded down his back in a high ponytail. His serpent familiar, Nagini, slithered her way around her master’s torso on arm siphoning warmth. The doors of chamber opened once more, and in stepped the beautiful figure of Bellatrix Lestrange.
Bellatrix was broken out of the Azkaban prison nearly five years ago. All physical indications that she once resided in the dreadful place vanished over time. What remained was a stunningly beautiful woman with a lithe and supple figure. Her amethyst like eyes blazed with lust of her Lord. She curled next to Voldemort and captured his lips in a fiery kiss.
“With Rodolphus out of commission the Black holdings has now passed to the young Malfoy, my Lord. And as his first act of the new Lord Black, he’s had my marriage contract with the oaf abolished. I am once again a member of the house of Black.”
“Things are falling into place nicely, love. Soon I will bring peace, and justice, and security to the magical world. Pureblood families will no longer fear the taint of muggle society,” Voldemort said, in a rare tone of serenity. He caressed Bellatrix’s swollen belly. “And my son shall take his rightful place by my side as ruler of this world.”
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This is my first foray into fandom in quite a while. There’s allot to this story that’s been purposefully left out. It was a conscious effort on my part to vaguely explain just how much Harry understands his magic. I will not list all the things Harry is capable of as that would ruin the fun and surprises in later chapters.
It should be said now that this story will be heavily AU (Alternate Universe). More so the Harry Potter universe and not so much the X-Men movie ‘verse.
Plot arrangements and various opening quotes are taken directly from NBC’s hit show, Heroes. A few days back a friend of mine who read my first few chapters told me that my plot setup is eerily reminiscent to Heroes in that I’ll be focusing on many different people throughout the story that will all eventually come together. Have no fear though, Harry is and always will be the center of the story. There will be no chapter without him, believe it! lol
But since Heroes is one of favorite shows of all time, I decided to run with it. The show has had some very interesting ideas on human evolution and I decided to borrow from that because it actually made a lot of sense. This fic will be a Harry Potter and X-Men crossover only, and not Heroes. I just wanted to steal a few lines and quotes that I think would fit into this story.
Flames about me and/or this story are highly encouraged. Please feel free to vent whatever anger life has burdened you with on me. Let me know what it is you don’t like about the story and –and this is really the most important part— how you would fix it.
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-Afro
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