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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard.         Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4472 days |
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| This isn't meant to be good. This is meant to entertain myself and possibly you. It's going to be several chapters long, I think.
It had been three years since Harry had last seen that familiar scowl. That pale, snake-like face. The glowing, darkly evil eyes of Lord Voldemort, the man his life had been tied to ever since he was a baby. But now, in the frame of the door, it came again. Those unmistakable features. The aura of pure evil emanating from his being like a blast of cold air. Harry reached for his wand. Before he could grasp his wand on the bedpost, he saw the blur of green light. The green light that could only spell his demise. Harry awoke with a gasp. He was still alive. It wasn't even the deep night he had thought, for the sun was already staining the sky a dawn orange. Wiping the sweat off his brow, he put on his glasses and rose from his bed, trying not to wake Ginny. He stared out through the window and watched the sun rise. He did not notice Ginny slowly rise and call his name, and when she touched his shoulder, it felt... muted somehow. "Would I ever truly get to live a life of peace? Will Voldemort ever truly be gone?" he wondered, the reflection of the first golden light gleaming on the lens of his glasses. It was time to visit a man who could give him answers. It was difficult to visit Hogwarts these days. Hell, being a living legend made it hard to go anywhere anymore, but today, he had to. He arrived at the premises during classes, quickly making his way to the Headmaster's office. He wouldn't get to see Neville, but Neville was not his main concern right now. He knocked twice at the office door and walked in, being blasted by a wave of nostalgia. So many pivotal moments of his life had happened here. It was here most that the concentrated energy of Dumbledore existed. Walking into this room made one know just what it felt like to be in his presence. Though it was now Minerva McGonagall's office, in a way, it would always be Albus'. "Harry Potter?" Minerva rose from her desk, somewhat surprised to see Harry. He had aged significantly, his face dark with five o clock shadow. "Professor-I mean Headmistress McGonagall. It has been too long." And so they talked, After much catching up, the headmistress excused herself from the office, leaving Harry to his original business. Locking his eyes upon the picture of Dumbledore, he spoke, feeling as though he was talking to the dead. "Dumbledore, it's me, Harry. I need your help." After a moment's silence, Dumbledore's form sprung to life, looking at Harry with the same wise eyes that had watched over him year after year. "Harry Potter, it is good of you to come. What do you need help with?" "Voldemort haunts me in my dreams, both sleeping and waking. It seems I'm not really done with him just yet. Is there anything I can do?" Dumbledore thought for a moment. "Go seek Ollivander. A man as old as he knows many things, and will be more apt to help you then I can at this point." Harry nodded. While the voice of Dumbledore was something he longed for, he knew his purpose lied elsewhere. Slowly, he turned and walked away, leaving behind the joyful recollections of his youth, and back onto the winding road that led to answers. In Diagon Alley, Harry Potter wandered through the twists and turns leading to the famed wizard's store. He covered his face from prying eyes, trying his hard to remain just another face in the crowd. Thanks to his learned ability of stealth, he made it to the store without being recognized once. Without hesitation, he pushed open the old wooden door that led to Ollivander's Wands. Ollivander's old voice rang out from amongst the boxes. "Harry Potter! Good to see you, my lad! In need of another wand?" "No, Mr. Ollivander. I'm in need of answers." Harry then explained his recurring dream and the cryptic message the portrait of Dumbledore had given him. "Ahh, I know just what he was thinking!" Ollivander faded into the sea of wand cases, mumbling to himself. Harry stayed behind and eyed the dusty room he now stood in, just like any other customer forced to wait. His eyes began to focus on a silver bell rested upon the front desk. As his hands neared its gleaming surface, Ollivander spoke once more, now just in front of Harry. "Here you are, my lad. This wand has been in my store since I inherited it ages ago. Read the writing upon the box." So Harry did. The inscription said: For the hero of hollows, hogwarts, and hats. To dispel the nightmares that haunt you. Harry looked up, bewildered. "...How in the world?" "I don't know, my lad. But obviously, it was meant for you. Take it, its yours." Harry nodded and slowly lifted the case up. A cloud of dust rose up and filled his lungs, forcing him to cough. Now, the wand was before him. Marked with a strange symbol, like a snake or the letter S, it seemed perfectly healthy for a wand as old as it was. He lifted it into his hands, and it began to glow. When he opened his mouth to speak, he found himself silenced. The world around him was changing. Was the wand acting on its own? All he could now was sit back and find out. When the area stopped changing, he found he was in a strange apartment, littered with newspaper clippings and paintings. The air was somber and dark. As he took his first few steps forward, he heard someone approach behind him. Fear commanded him to raise his wand and turn, facing the intruder. The chubby face of an Asian man looked back at him. "Greetings, Harry Potter. My name is Hiro Nakamura, and I need your help." |
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Lord Vulkas Mormonus Vile High Xeodent of Xeomerica.  Since: 10-29-04 From: North Carolina, United States. World, Sol System, milky way Since last post: 94 days Last activity: 94 days |
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I'm writing this literally secondsafter finishin it, so I'm still cracking up at the ending. It's awesome. 
Anyway, other than that, I thought that this was reall well done, the tone of your writing is perfect for what you're trying to do, and you give plenty of detail. My only possible complaint is that you pass over parts of it too quickly, but since this si just a short story, and not a novel, that's excused. I look forward to seeing how this develops. Is Sylar really Voldemort? (Last edited by Rakluv on 04-10-08 02:12 PM) |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4472 days |
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Vulkar: XD Glad you liked it. Everybody who's been reading it has been liking it, too. And save your questions for the end. 
Chapter 2: The Past of What's Past Harry found himself dumbstruck. Magics were at work here that he had never experienced before. While part of him wondered how this man knew his name, he assured himself his fame had brought his name to the man. "Did you bring me here?" Harry asked, anger rising in his voice. He felt as though he was trapped, and that was a feeling he'd known far too much in his life. "Yes and no." Hiro said in his stern, wise voice as he turned away. He walked away into the mass of hanging newspaper clips and notes. "I had placed the wand in Ollivander's shop the day he moved in, but it wasn't me who had made it a Portkey. That was given to me by a great wizard, now dead." Harry felt the name within his heart. Somehow, despite never seeing this man before, he could feel Dumbledore's presence about him. "You knew Dumbledore?" He said uneasily, his courage slightly shattered. "Only for a short time. I am a Muggle by your standards, so I could not create the enchantment. After explaining the situation to him, he provided a simple wand that would help me bring you here." Harry was then somewhat awakened again to the situation he was in. "Where are we? What situation? Why didn't Dumbledore tell me about this before?!" Hiro smirked, his calm eyes locked on the young man. "One a time, Harry. I'll answer your questions one at a time. Now, you ask where are we. The more important fact for you is when are we. Welcome to New York, December 10th, 2009, Harry Potter." The room was still as Harry's face was locked in a state of shock. After a few seconds, Hiro continued his explanation. "Dumbledore didn't want to distract you from the fight with Voldemort. I told him of what was going to happen, and he figured it was best for you to find out through me." Harry spoke up, clearly confused beyond belief. "So wait, if this truly is 2009, and you knew Dumbledore well before he died in 1997...How in the world did you bring the wand to Ollivander centuries ago? He said that the wand had been there since before he opened." "It's true. You are a wizard, and thus can use magic. However, I am a magician of a different kind." With a quick second of concentration, Hiro disappeared. Harry gasped, liking to what he had seen to Apparition. Within another five seconds, Hiro appeared again, holding something in his hands. "I went back to your house in 2001 and fetched your Invisibility Cloak. You might need it." He tossed it to Harry, who caught it in a jerked motion. It was the cloak, all right. Harry couldn't deny that. "Harry Potter, I am one of the many awakening around the world with strange powers. Powers beyond Muggle comprehension, and beyond Wizard explanation. I have the power to teleport through time and space." Harry went over everything in his head. This man was going through far too much trouble for this to be a trap. "Why do you need me, Hiro?" Harry asked, slowly accepting the facts in front of him. "Because, lurking somewhere in this city is a man who has already killed me." Noting Harry's confused look, he pressed on. "His name is Sylar, and he gains abilities by killing others like me. He comes from the future beyond now, where has already slain myself and the cheerleader, making him essentially unstoppable. However, you can stop him, Harry. With your magic, he can be beaten, slain, should I not be able to do that myself. If we cannot stop him, then the world will be engulfed in chaos and evil. Will you help me?" Harry was silent. This shocking revelation was not all that shocking. Hardened since childhood to do the impossible, Harry faced this situation with the same feeling of destiny he had come to cherish. "I'm with you, Hiro." Harry looked at Hiro with a smile until the door across the loft began banging. "Prepare yourself, Harry. He's coming." Harry turned to the door and raised his wand. The banging on the door was like the beating of war drums, signaling the great battle to come. |
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Elara Divine Mamkute Dark Elf Goddess Chaos Imp Penguins Fan Ms. Invisable  Since: 08-15-04 From: Ferelden Since last post: 99 days Last activity: 99 days |
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| I agree that you move too fast in some parts. It is an interesting mix, a bit too trendy for my taste, but I am curious to see where you go with this. | |||
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Lord Vulkas Mormonus Vile High Xeodent of Xeomerica. Since: 10-29-04 From: North Carolina, United States. World, Sol System, milky way Since last post: 94 days Last activity: 94 days |
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| I demand another chapter.
DEMAND IT! And Sylar could totally kill Harry Potter...and then become a wizard mutant supervillian! |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4472 days |
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| Oh yeah, forgot to post it here.
http://harrypotter8.livejournal.com/ Enjoy. Chapter 3's been up. |
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