Harry Potter and the Pinnacle of Power
Well people, this is my first major story and I don't know if you'll like it.
I've used a bit of Christianity in this prologue, so please don't sue me for my manipulative writing and this will probably the last time I use Christianity in this story.
Beware; I will use other myths for various religions.
Disclaimer: I do not own the great works of Harry Potter by J. K. Rowling, only the plot. I write purely to pass time and I don't write for monetary gain.
Enjoy!
OXOXO
How did we get it right? The plan should have been fool-proof. All we had to do was sneak into Gringotts in disguises and steal the cup. That damn Griphook is a backstabber; leading us to the vault and simply forgetting to mention that there was a dragon guarding the entrance!
'I wish the dragon had killed him too, and then I'd be able to kill him again.'
"Mr Potter, you cannot kill someone when they are already dead."
"What?"
Harry looked up and noticed for the first time that he was sitting in an ornate office. The man sitting behind the desk was wearing what seemed to be a black robe that was darker than dark. 'He has a remarkable appearance', Harry thought, 'to how some I would picture Jesus Christ to look like; long flowing brown locks, a bushy brown beard and chocolate brown eyes.'
Smiling, he sighed, "Mr Potter, welcome back but I am not Jesus."
"Then who are you and how can you hear my thoughts and what do you mean by 'Back again'?" Harry asked bewildered.
"I am Michael and I am one of The Three, just under the Father, this is heaven, so nothing can be hidden and you have been to my desk before, six times to be precise."
"Ok, how did I die?"
"The first time was in 1981, then your first year facing off Mr Quirrel, then the following year by that Basilisk fang. The fourth time was when you fell from your broom in your third year against Hufflepuff and then when the Dementors sucked your soul out of your body the day you had found out the truth. And now you died in Gringotts."
"Oh," Harry said, "Then why are you addressing me and not St Peter?"
"Ah, well, you see, you haven't completed your destiny and I have been instructed to send you back in time to redo the mistakes of an arrogant old fool and fickle sheep who can't think for themselves."
"What?" Harry asked, shocked to his core.
"Never mind, now listen. Your so called 'best' mate isn't really your friend."
"Ha, you're wrong there, Ron is the only real mate I have, so how can he not be my friend?"
"Why is he your only friend?" Michael asked slowly.
"Because… err… because… I never made any more?"
"And why is that?" Michael softly asked.
"I was afraid to," Harry whispered, "I was afraid of what he would think."
"Mr Potter, you are an intelligent person but you have been abused by your so called family, robbed by your supposed friend and manipulated by their family and your beloved late-headmaster."
"What? Professor Dumbledore would never do that!" Harry rebuked incredulously.
"Mr Potter; who left you on your relatives' revolting doorstep? Who let the majority of the wizarding world populace slander you? Who didn't do anything, when he could've done something, in the first war?" Michael asked in a menacing voice.
A few moments later, Harry angrily replied, "Albus Bloody Dumbledore!"
"Mr Potter, I will send you back but before you go, promise to complete a few 'errands' when you get back, understand?"
"Name these 'errands'," Harry said determinedly.
Michael cleared his throat, "First, when you get back, head to Gringotts immediately; secondly, ask for an inheritance test and claim or activate anything that might show up; thirdly, reclaim anything that has been stolen from you and, finally, destroy Lord Voldemort AND Mr Dumbledore before they become a problem. Do you understand?"
"Erm… no?"
Michael sighed dramatically and repeated himself until Harry remembered the 'errands' off by heart.
"Um… Michael, can I ask you something?"
"Of course, Harry."
"What about Hermione?"
"Mhmm… she will receive this timeline's memories when you are alone with her, she is a key ally in your circle, understand?"
"Yes, thank you."
They shortly exited the room they were in and made their way down a stone corridor that seemed to be cut and polished to look like quartz. After four minutes of walking and chatting softly, Michael directed Harry into a guarded door. Michael greeted the guards, showing them his palm to which they lowered their weapons, and led Harry into the darkened room.
Harry looked around the room they had entered and realized that it was too dark to determine the size. At one point it seemed barely larger than the old cupboard he used to live in and, when he blinked, it seemed large enough to hold Hogwarts itself. As he looked forward again he noticed a shimmering mirror. He looked closer at it and realized that it resembled the Mirror of Erased. He couldn't see anything in the reflection.
"This mirror will be able to take you back in time, I will set it to take you back to the day you received your first Hogwarts letter," Michael stated as he began pressing runes on the mirror's frame.
The mirror's surface glowed dimly and changed to an image Harry recognized as number four Privet Drive.
"Mr Potter, this is a once off chance, do not botch it up and remember what I told you to do," Michael told Harry, staring into his eyes. "Now, all you have to do is walk into the mirror. Good luck, Harry Potter."
Harry stepped into the mirror and vanished.
"Yes, good luck, Harry Potter," he spoke.
"So, do you believe he can do his job properly now?" a new voice asked from the doorway.
Michael turned around to find a man dressed in black of the darkest colour, he hood pulled over his head.
"Indeed, Lucifer, he can do it this time."
"You do realize, if he dies again, he won't get another chance from me."
"Yes, but you really want Tom's head on your wall, so assuming he fails again and you have Harry and not Tom, you will be begging Father to break his laws."
"Perhaps, see that I don't have to make that choice, Michael."
Michael nodded and looked back into the mirror which showed a young boy wearing a hat over his head in Charring Cross Road.
'He'll have to survive; one shouldn't live more than seven lives.'
"Quite true Michael, cheers," and with that said, Lucifer vanished.
OXOXO
Phew…
Well there is the prologue, a bit short but prologues are supposed to be short. Hopefully my next chapters will be longer.
Next time on Harry Potter and the PINNACLE of POWER, Harry goes to Gringotts and receives a not a few shocks about his past.
Stay Tuned and Please remember to Review and/or Comment!
Also, thanks to the guys that saw some errors in my story, just to clarify:
1) Lucifer's name is now correct, those who never saw it, I spelt it 'Luscious'
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