The Avada Kedavra

By TrowGundam

Description: The Killing Curse has been around for as long as the magical world can remember, but do they really know what it does? And, why is Harry starting to remember things that he never learned? HPxSG Crossover

Prologue

Grampian Mountains, Scotland - Late 10th Century

In the Grampian Mountains of what is now known as Scotland stood a group of five individuals looking over a valley that housed the most magnificent castle of the time. Just looking at the group you wouldn't be able to tell that a thousand years into the future these five would be some of the most famous people ever and in a way they weren't. You had to know the right people to remember them, although one would shine through the veil of time more than the others.

Looking out on the castle the oldest of the group spoke out, "It is a magnificent sight. You four have done well for yourselves here. Our descendants will surely have an easier time thanks to your sacrifice."

"It is all thanks to you master Myrrdin. Without your help none of this would have been possible. I know without your support the Others would have stopped us before we even got started," A younger man in scarlet robes spoke out.

"Don't under estimate your abilities, Godric. The others wouldn't have stopped you with or without my consent. It is against their rules and they know it. They only used those threats to get you to back down." Myrrdin chided.

"I told you, Gryffindor. If you hadn't been so thickheaded as usual we would have had this project over long ago." Sneered the only other man in the group. He wore rich dark green robes embroidered in silver with many astronomical and obscure runes. You could get lost in the patterns around the man's neck alone. They looked rather block compared to the Norse ruins most people would come to learn in the years to come but they were obviously organized in some fashion that would make sense to those who could read them.

The other two of the group were women around the same age as the two men. One was a tall regal woman dressed in robes made of a royal blue linen and silver silk. She stood looking at her two younger companions with a sad smile and a mischievous glint her eye. From the way she stood and held her body you could tell she had seen her two companions act like this all too often and knew it was mostly an act they presented to the world.

The other woman was a little plump but had the aura of kindness that could put even someone with a severe case of paranoia at ease. Her robes were the only ones not in pristine condition in the group. There were mud stains where her knees would be and she wore gloves that were also caked with mud. She was merely shaking her head muttering things like, "Oh those two" and "Typical men." All the while a smile on her face while looking upon them.

"Well enough sightseeing," Myrrdin stated. "The reason I have asked you to come here today is that I have decided to leave the Avada Kedavra spell for our descendants to find."

At this simple statement from their mentor all hell seemed to break loose in the four younger individuals. They were screaming trying to be heard so much that it naturally made the entire mess sound utterly incomprehensible. It took a little trying but Myrrdin was finally able to calm them down enough so they would speak one at a time in a manner where he could fully address their concerns.

"You can't be serious, Myrrdin. These people, these sheep, will never be ready for the power that spell will grant them, and that isn't even considering what the others will do to you if they find out." Slytherin said disdainfully.

"I will ensure that they will not find it till they are ready, but I refuse not to leave it for them. It is their right, their legacy, to have that spell. As for the others they may not like it, but seeing how I developed it before I joined them they have no say on what I do with it and they know it. And, by the time they find out it should be too late for them to do anything about anyways." Myrrdin said unconcerned.

For the most part, Myrrdin's remarks quelled much of the four's concerns, and the rest Myrrdin didn't think he needed to answer. After all, he in a past life had been a member of the high council of their race, and leaders didn't have to address all the petty concerns of those they lead, even if they should. It was mostly details on how he would protect that knowledge, and to tell the truth it would probably be better they didn't know. After all, they were right in some of their concerns, this knowledge if made available before they were ready could be abused greatly by those they sought to help.

The five parted not knowing that a hundred years after their lives would end that the knowledge Myrrdin hid would be found after a cave in that registered on the new magical government's magic use radar where they knew there shouldn't be any since the small magic community was still so concentrated around the school the other four had built.

The government sent representatives thinking they would encounter a new found muggleborn like they had come cross before, but what they found was so much more. They had instead found precious relics from the greatest wizard they had known, Merlin. Among those artifacts they found a book detailing a spell, a charm the book called it, but to all that read it said it sounded more like a curse. The problem was they couldn't fully understand what was written. The only thing they could tell for certain was the incantation and the basic effects of the spell, and not even the entire effect of the spell. The part they could read said "It killed the body." The last part said something about the soul, but they had never seen the word used to describe what it did to the soul.

So they decided to try the spell on a man that had been convicted of raping muggle children, the most heinous of crimes at the time. The spell did exactly as it described. The man's body slumped to the ground dead and if you looked for it you could almost see a light gray mist rise from this body and then explode into a cloud and disperse. From this observation they determined the part they couldn't read must mean it destroyed the soul. From that time on the spell was outlawed as the single worse spell a witch or wizard could cast. They may have been banned the spell, but that didn't stop the few darker individuals in their society from learning the spell and even in some cases actually using the spell they had coined the Killing Curse.

But, what they wouldn't find out for over a thousand years later is that the spell didn't destroy the victim's soul. No, it did something far more magnificent than that. It instead elevated the soul or as Myrrdin, or Merlin as the witches and wizards knew him, put it, it ascended the soul. And, the person that found this out would lead them into a new age of advancement they never could have dreamed of.

Also among the artifacts they found there they found references to the great city of Atlantis, they had written off the old muggle stories as myth they had come up with after seen their ancestor's before they secreted themselves and their abilities away from prying eyes, not too much unlike the stories of the ancient Greek gods. But, the many books that detailed even wonders they couldn't imagine even with magic changed their mind. Mostly because from what they could tell, they were written by Merlin's own hand.

Another artifact they found utterly confused them. It was a ring that looked to be made of slate gray stone with 39 commonly known astronomical symbols carved into an internal ring that looked as if could be turned if only it wasn't locked in place. A puddle of blue light sat wavering inside the ring. The few materials they found named it as an Astria Porta, or a Portal to the Stars, to the Alterans' ultimate Destiny. They weren't sure who the Alterans were, they just figured it was the name their ancestors gave to themselves.

There wasn't a lot of information on it, but the witches and wizards decided to study it and find out more. One such experiment was to send through researchers to learn what was on the other side, but they were never heard from again. After that the project was scrapped when they learned that most spells to come close to the ring would bend towards it and ultimately be absorbed. Wards were erected around the ring to prevent most types of magic reaching it and then placed the ring in a secluded chamber buried deep in the earth where hopefully it would never be unearthed again. The ring stayed that way until the bumbling Ministry of Magic that would come to exist started the Department of Mysteries and started the experiments that had been banned so long ago.

But, those five individuals would never find out what had happened and what their descendants would do with the legacy they had left for them to find when they were ready, and if they had known or found out they would have been ashamed at the perversion of all the ideals they had held so dear they would see. They would have done all in their power to make sure that had never happened even if they had to travel back in time and undo all they had done to set these people on the path to a true society instead of the small groups of misfits they were before they had brought them together. And, it would be a lie to think those four individuals wouldn't have found a way to do so. So maybe in the long run it was better they had never found out, but speculation on what-ifs is neither here nor there and this story must go on.

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Godric's Hollow - October 31, 1981

Something horrible, yet truly beautiful, had taken place. The monster called Voldemort had entered a small unassuming house. You wouldn't have even known it was there if you hadn't been told, but that was more to do with the Fidelius charm placed on it then the generic look it held compared to its neighbors. In that house Voldemort proceeded to kill its residents. His tool of choice was Avada Kedavra, a curse that no one living knew the full effects of, only that it killed the body instantly and manipulated the soul in some way.

Voldemort had long ago gotten use to seeing the shade of his victims rise up and disperse. He even relished in knowing that their souls would never rest because they would cease to exist along with their bodies instead of moving on, or so he thought. If he had know the truth about the effects of that curse he would have been deathly afraid of what might happen to him, but that is neither here nor there.

But, what Voldemort hadn't expected that night was the blinding white light that appeared around the body of his newest victim. It was a little boy only a little over a year old. The only thing this boy had done wrong was to have been born under a prophecy made by a delusional seer. The prophecy stated that this pathetic little boy would someday have the power to destroy him. He could have taken the child and prevented that from ever occurring, but anything that could someday threaten his power must be dealt with harshly unless someday it might come back to bite him. If that meant he had to go kill some infant and his parents before he grew into his power so be it. Murdering innocents after all wasn't below him. It had always been his philosophy that the strong ruled the weak, and children were the very epitome of the weak in Lord Voldemort's eyes.

But, back to our story. The bright light manifested around the boy's body not even ten seconds after the curse had hit his body. The light seemed to emit from the cloud that would normally be the boy's soul that Voldemort had become accompanied to seeing with the demise of his victims, but instead of dispersing like normal it grew brighter and seemed to surge forward towards its attacker. It rushed through Voldemort's chest. Voldemort's body seemed to dissolve under the assault of the pure power of the boy's soul. Voldemort did something he hadn't in a very long time, he screamed. And, he continued screaming in pure agony as his body dissolved by the pure energy that was tearing through it. When the body was finally gone, an inky black cloud with unnaturally jagged edges was all that was left of Voldemort.

When the white cloud of Harry's soul started to attack the black cloud it seemed to be sucked back into the boy's lifeless body. As it started to rush into the boy's body a small part of the black cloud split from its form and settled into a lightning bolt upon the boy's forehead. Slowly the white glow disappeared, but the portion of black remained a fraction longer. In the seconds it remained it cut into the boy's skin and finally sealed itself in the boy's soul. All that remained on the outside was a jagged cut that was bleeding freely. And, that cut would never heal in the boy's entire "normal" life, or at least as normal as it could be considering he was a wizard.

As the life slowly returned to the boy's body it began to cry from the pain of the cut and the indescribable urge it felt to mourn for something its tiny mind could no longer remember or be allowed to remember, the boy couldn't tell so he just gave into the urge and wailed.

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Unknown Place - Early morning November 1, 1981

"Surely we can do something, James. We can't just allow them to do that to our son. It is inhumane, we can't just leave him to grow up never knowing us, never knowing how much we loved him." A distraught woman begged her equally distraught husband.

"Hush, Lily." James tried to console his wife. "I wish there was something we could do, but the others would stop us just like they stopped Harry. Only, we wouldn't be so lucky as to be forced to return. Our bodies were destroyed by the fire. There is no where they could put us to return us and the only alternative is not even remotely attractive. Either way Harry will grow up without us. At least this way we can watch over him and love him, and maybe one day we will meet him again. Then we can tell him how much we have loved him, and how we have always loved him."

"But, James you can't mean we leave him all alone like that." Lily said still clearly distraught.

"You know he won't always be alone, Lily. I'm sure Dumbledore will find him a nice and loving home. He will make sure Harry is safe. Surely you know that, Lily. Sirius will make sure of it, if he isn't the one caring for him this very moment." James continued to console his wife.

Lily continued to sob as James held her in his arms and continued to murmur reassurances into her ear.

James still couldn't believe what had happened himself. One minute he was dueling the greatest Dark Lord in a century and then a bright green light washed over him. The next thing he knows he is floating over his body, only he looks nothing like himself. He instead looked like a dim white cloud of light hovering over his body.

Then a rushing sensation went through him and then he was in a white space, it wasn't a room and he couldn't see a horizon. Everything was just white and seemed to go on forever. Then a flood of information surged into his mind. He saw many horrors as the all the knowledge what he would learn were the ascended Alterans' collective knowledge flooded into his mind. He learned things he could hardly imagine. How people that appeared to be muggles could learn how to teleport matter over distances that not even apparition or even a portkey could reach. They could cross the vast expanses of space and even the void between galaxies with enough power, so what if they had to use a ring made from technology instead of a wand? It was still further than any wizard had ever accomplished. And, that wasn't even the tip of the iceberg, he learned so much more. Each fact rushing through his consciousness before he could truly comprehend them.

But, the most pressing concern was what was happening to his family, so he had pushed aside all that knowledge even the disturbing parts. He had no sooner thought about his family than he reappeared in his son's nursery as the green light flashed through the room and struck his wife. James watched his wife's body as it slumped to the ground and her spirit or soul as he now knew it rose from her body and to his eyes seemed to solidify and then coalesce into a bright white cloud. Then the rushing sensation overcame him again and he reappeared in the white space as he began to call it in his mind. Only this time he wasn't alone. He could now see his wife standing across him. He watched as her eyes suddenly gained a look that was amazed and haunted all at the same time. He could tell all the information that had surged through his mind was currently surging through her mind as well. He held and comforted her as all the horror and amazing knowledge flooded her mind.

And, like magic the two were transported back to their son's nursery as the dreaded curse washed over their baby boy's small body. Then in amazement they watched as their son's soul rose from his corpse, except instead of the three of them disappearing back to that white space Harry's soul took shape, except it was the shape of an older Harry. If James had to guess he appeared as he would if he had been seventeen instead of one. It was a beautiful sight to see his son, who he was pretty sure was dead, all grown up and strong. He was a man, and James knew in that moment that no matter what his son might do he would always love him and be proud of him.

Then something truly frightening happened. A look of absolute righteous fury appeared on his face, and James came to the conclusion that while he would always love and be proud of his son, he never wanted to get on his bad side.

Harry let out a scream of fury as he descended on Voldemort and ripped his body to shreds, screaming how he would never harm another innocent being in his entire existence. As Harry moved from destroying Voldemort's body to destroying the monster's soul he was suddenly flung back and a woman appeared before them.

"You will not continue." She commanded.

"Get out of my way. I will not allow such a monster to exist and continue destroying lives like he has. So unless you wish to be forced violently, you will MOVE!" Harry screamed back at the woman.

"You will not continue. It is not our way to interfere with the lesser planes, so you will not continue." The woman replied in the same commanding tone.

Harry merely screamed in righteous fury and leaped back towards where Voldemort's blackened soul hovered trapped in the time between seconds as the one newly ascended being and the second older ascended began wrestling.

"Boy, you know not what you speak of. You will cease these actions this moment." The woman said calmly as she moved to restrain Harry.

"Why would you all care? You are all monsters in your own right. I have seen what you have done. You let the humans, your very descendants and creations, suffer at the hands of the Gou'ald, and that isn't even considering what you are doing just to punish Oma Desala. I know you didn't expect me to find that in the knowledge I gained when I ascended, but I did. That single act is causing more pain in this galaxy than Voldemort ever would have. So don't tell me what I will and will not do. So, STAY OUT OF MY WAY!" Harry screamed.

The woman stopped struggling with Harry and backed away a little. Harry assumed she was giving her consent to continue or was stunned by his revelation, so he lunged back at Voldemort's soul. As he grabbed it though, he felt a force pull him away and slammed him into his physical body. As Harry's soul was absorbed he saw the woman gesturing and muttering in her native Alteran tongue. When she stopped, she looked him in the eyes. "You are young and not yet ready for our ways. You may be one day, but until then it has been decided by the High Council that you will return to your mortal body and your memories of our knowledge and what has happened since your death will be removed completely from your mind. And, as a reminder of your actions you will bare a portion of this being's soul in your own, that way you may be reminded of your punishment no matter the state of your memories."

With that the woman and Harry's parent disappeared in blinding light, and Harry knew no more or no more than an infant of almost a year and half might know. Then the pain came as the foreign soul fragment settled into his own and he screamed until the biggest man he had ever seen stooped over him and picked him up. The man wrapped him in his fuzzy jacket and the baby-turned-ascended-being-turned-baby-again fell asleep as the man gave him medicine to calm and heal his little damaged body.

The baby could only remember the comforting humming under him as he slept until the next morning when the little child was awoken by the scream of his last remaining blood relative as she went to put her bottles out for milk that morning, but that was only the beginning for Harry Potter. After all, he still had a destiny to fulfill, and we aren't talking about some pitiful prophecy made by a barely competent seer. No, Harry Potter had a future greater than even the Ascended Alterans could foresee. He would be the one that would someday bring the Alteran race back to its rightful position as the guardians of this galaxy, and that is the story we shall see in this humble piece of literature.

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A/N: Well here is the Prologue for my newest story. It was an idea that struck me today and I just couldn't get it out of my mind until I started typing it out. I hope you like what I have gotten down so far. I plan to start on the next chapter as soon as I get done posting this. A little warning to those reading this story. You should know that I'm not the best at updating things. I have started several stories and haven't finished any of them. But, so you know I am trying to work on another chapter for Harry Potter, the Sorcerer. All my other stories I must say though I'm not sure if I'll ever touch again, I just don't have any interest in them anymore. So please review and tell me what you think thus far, and I will get the next chapter up as soon as possible.