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CHAPTER 1
1995 Riddle Family Graveyard
"Hold out your arm," said Voldemort lazily.
"Oh Master . . . thank you, Master ..."
He extended the bleeding stump, but Voldemort laughed again.
"The other arm, Wormtail!"
"Master, please . . . please ..."
Voldemort bent down and pulled out Wormtail's left arm; he forced the sleeve of Wormtail's robes up past his elbow, and Harry saw something upon the skin there, something like a vivid red tattoo - a skull with a snake protruding from its mouth -the image that had appeared in the sky at the Quidditch World Cup: the Dark Mark. Voldemort examined it carefully, ignoring Wormtail's uncontrollable weeping.
"It is back," he said softly, "they will all have noticed it... and now, we shall see ...now we shall know ..."
(Taken from 'Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire')
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The newly reborn Dark lord Voldemort was about to press his long white forefinger to his brand on Wormtail's arm when a thought suddenly occurred to him. Something much more important then calling his not so faithful servants! He had once underestimated the old magic cast by Lily Potter's sacrifice once and it had cost him thirteen's years of exile as a miserable wraith!
He was not stupid. He would not make the same mistake again!
He had to be sure that the lingering protection Potter had against him was neutralized before he called his servants, his Death Eaters.
The newly risen Dark lord moved towards the raven-haired teen tied to a gravestone, his mind single mindedly focused on touching his nemesis on the forehead to verify his theory.
Weak as he was from his rebirth, he never noticed the compulsion charm that he had been placed under to do exactly that!
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Close by a disillusioned figure watched as his subtle compulsion charm worked and Voldemort was diverted to do something that should not only spell this Dark lord's doom but also provide a means to have his own dreams and desires come true at last.
It had taken centuries of manipulations and experimenting to come up with the viable solution. It had taken a lot of time and cunning to manipulate both Dumbledore and Voldemort to achieve his desired results.
The best was that everything was going as planned!
The figure took a deep calming breath knowing what he was about to do would end his unnaturally prolonged existence. But he was neither sad nor depressed because of that. In fact he was quite content in knowing that his last actions would change the outcome of everything for the better. That he would atone for centuries of inaction of by this one task.
'Soon Perenelle my love, I'll join you in the next great adventure of the afterlife' thought the figure briefly thinking about the wonderful woman that had been his wife and soulmate for over half a millennia.
Wand aimed precisely, the figure waited as Voldemort reached out to touch the young Potter on the face. The contact should provide the conduit needed for his spell to fulfill its specific purpose.
This was it! The moment he had been waiting for centuries, the moment when all his knowledge and experience would be put to the ultimate test, the moment he would die as his action would break his magical oath of neutrality he had foolishly taken in his youth! Excitement that the old Alchemist hadn't felt for a very long time filled his weary bones, strengthening his resolve.
And so as Voldemort touched his captive teenage nemesis on the head, the disillusioned figure known to most as Nicholas Flamel cast a spell of his own creation.
"Eternus Iunctum ut totus animus" whispered Nicholas Flamel pumping all his considerable magic into the spell.
'A spell that would end all the madness!' thought Nichols victoriously as the expected reaction started to take place.
And as the spell was cast excruciating pain enveloped the immortal alchemist as not only his magical oath started to destroy him internally, but as a function of the spell his body disintegrated in to light particles leaving behind all his clothes and accessories in a heap. The light particles however flew towards the target of his spell.
Harry Potter.
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Harry Potter watched as Voldemort's finger closed in towards him, a part of him knew that this was the end of the cat and mouse chase that had been going on his entire life. Yet still the other part of him had not given up was hoping that some miracle would happen, that he be saved from this monster!
Something did happen.
His wishes didn't exactly come true.
Yet something extraordinary occurred!
Something that would propel him from being just another valiant hero of the light to something so much more.
As Voldemort's finger touched his face, a bright spell came out of nowhere and hit him.
Pain!
Harry screamed. Screamed like he had never screamed before!
Distantly Harry realized that his scream wasn't the only one as Voldemort was also screaming.
The excruciating pain and blood loss was too much for the tired teen as darkness started to envelope his vision.
The last thing he saw was Voldemort's body disintegrating into light particles that were coming directly towards him!
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The spell cast by Nicholas Flamel was doing something never seen or heard of before. Nicholas Flamel had designed it specifically for this one purpose.
Inside Harry Potter a lot was happening. And a lot more was yet to happen.
Inside of him instead of one soul at the moment there were three! And they were all linked together like beads on a thread.
In the middle was Harry Potter's own soul. It resonated a feeling of compassion and naivety. This was a pure soul.
To its right was a soul that resonated with ageless wisdom and sorrow. This was the soul of Nicholas Flamel. It was an old soul.
To its left was another soul. This soul seemed different as it looked cracked with several pieces missing. It resonated with a feeling of malevolence and hatred. This was Voldemort's soul. It was an evil soul.
The spell that Nicholas Flamel had cast was a customized soul fusion spell, the very opposite of a Horcrux. It united souls instead of splitting and it used the power of self-sacrifice as opposed to the power of taking an innocent life in cold-blooded murder.
Its purpose was to unite all the connected different entities at their very soul to create a new one within the body of the subject.
A single entity carrying the best characteristics of all souls yet canceling out the worst habits and tendencies wherever possible.
Nicholas and Harry's souls merged first, with Nicholas willing to let it happen while Harry too tired and instinctively feeling no threat from the aged soul. Voldemort's soul tried desperately to avoid this fusion, but it was inevitable because not only was he outnumbered but also his soul was fractured and incomplete.
And as the souls slowly started to fuse together, a new personality started to emerge with in Harry Potter as well.
This personality had the best of all yet lacked the worst they had.
From Nicholas it got the wisdom and understanding of the reality of the world that a keen observer and brilliant researcher that Nicholas Flamel had experienced firsthand. It got all the knowledge both magical and mundane learned and explored in over six centuries. More importantly it got the experience of being deeply in love with someone and knowing its true worth.
From Voldemort it got the ruthlessness and cunning to achieve victory at minimal costs. It got the skills to charm and bend gullible fools to his will. It got knowledge of battles, strategies and the darkest of magics that had made Voldemort the successful dark lord that he had once been.
From Harry it got an unbreakable will and compassion for all. It got the need to help and protect others whenever possible. It got the nearly endless potential to love and be loved in ways Harry Potter had shown time and again.
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Not for from Harry, a barely conscious and bleeding Peter Pettigrew sat on the ground cradling the still bleeding stump of his arm. His robes glistened in the moon light with the amount of blood loss he had suffered. He was in pain and not thinking clearly.
He groggily watched in stunned fascination as his master's body disintegrated into glowing light particles that got sucked into the bound Harry who looked like he was having a bit of a seizure.
In shock and in pain, he blearily waited for something to happen. His master hadn't explained what would happen after his resurrection. Maybe this was a part of the dark lord's plan? Maybe this was why he had wanted to only use Harry for the ritual?
He watched as Harry's seizure's stopped and his posture straightened up. It was when he opened his eyes that his rat instinct screamed that something had gone terribly wrong.
For staring at him were glowing eyes. Eyes in the color of emerald and gold with the gold forming a ring around the central emerald iris. A clear case of central heterochomia. (An eye condition in which there are two different colors in the same iris)
"Master?" asked Wormtail feebly.
He got no reply as this new Harry Potter continued to stare at him for a moment before jerking one of his tied hands. The rat Animagus didn't have to ponder long what was happening when he saw Harry's wand zoom into his hand and with but a swish the ropes tying him to the headstone were gone and Harry Potter was free!
Wormtail stared in shock at the display of wandless magic.
So shocked from that display and combined with his already deteriorating condition he barely noticed when Harry pointed his wand at him.
"Arresto pectus pectoris" whispered Harry quietly not trusting his mind or magic to be stable enough yet to perform wordless magic for such a complicated spell.
Wormtail struggled to roll away but it was a little too late and the Heart stopping curse struck true and he flopped down dead as if the puppeteer had cut his strings. Any healer looking for a cause of death would conclude it to be the result of massive blood loss.
"Your master is no more Wormtail" whispered Harry to the dead corpse and rubbed his forehead a little to soothe the raging headache that only Voldemort's and Nicholas' and now his mastered and Occlumency was keeping at bay, headache that was the result to absorbing all their memories. His golden-green eyes quickly caught movement of a fleeing Nagini in the grass.
"Accio Nagini" whispered. The huge snake came streaking towards Harry who quickly stunned, petrified and shrunk it down before putting it in his pocket. He'd deal with the soul fragments later. The night wasn't over yet!
Harry quickly cast a few scrying and detection spells into the surrounding checking if there was anyone else was around and once sure did Harry let his guard down and staggered to a headstone for support. His body still ached all over as the fusion of souls had not only given him their knowledge but their magic as well as abilities.
Needless to say that Harry Potter was the most powerful wizard now, a wizard who was in an extreme amount of pain! Thankfully the new him had an insane amount of pain tolerance due to combination of Tom's painful dark rituals and Harry's treatment at the Durskaban.
Harry knew that he didn't have much time. The fusion spell was too powerful and the combining magical explosion should have been felt by the monitoring equipment at the ministry of magic if not all witches and wizards of Britain.
Gathering his resolve, Harry quickly summoned all the clothes, accessories and wands left by both Nicholas and Voldemort to himself and quickly shrunk and stuffed them in his other pocket.
'I'll follow Nicholas' plans until I could alter them to suit my new personality' thought Harry 'but that's for later'
All that remained between him and a pain relief potion was the disposal of the bodies of Wormtail and Cedric. Seeing Cedric brought out a little sadness inside of him for the older boy. Not only for his death but for the fact that no matter what he did Cedric's death and the events surrounding it would be twisted and mutated into a mockery of the truth by the newspapers.
Harry quietly summoned both the dead bodied, laying them on top of each other before summoning the Tri-wizard cup portkey, placing it in between them in such a way to make it look like it they had struggled for its possession and activated the portkey to take the corpses back to Hogwarts. From his now new vast experience and understanding of Human nature, Harry had an inkling of the bedlam that would occur when two dead bodies would re-appear at Hogwarts in front of so many spectators. He didn't hold much hope that even a dead Pettigrew would be enough to get the ball rolling for Sirius' freedom. European magical ministries were too 'traditionally' incompetent that way.
Giving everything a last critical look, Harry concentrated and disapparated with a loud crack from the graveyard towards his intended hideout and some much needed rest, leaving behind a confusing mystery. No one would know what happened to Harry Potter for the next two years.
But then a lot would happen in the coming two years to keep everyone far too busy to sit on their lazy buttocks and ponder where the boy-who-lived had disappeared to.
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