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HP: Sacred Gear Chat Group - Chapter 46
🕑 Added 2025-08-16 09:00:10 +0000 UTCRemoving the Trace was just the Test Run.
While it would make his Life easier short term, it would have gone once he turned 17 either way. Altough he was uncertain how exactly that worked. After all his body was already older than his legal age in the Wizarding World.
Did the Trace detect his phyiscal age, or was it controlled by something inside the Ministry, and Wizards just trusted that the Ministry was doing the right thing.
The Ability to control the Trace just added another layer of danger to the Ministry. In fact they possess so much Power over Wizards, and don’t really use it out of sheer incompetence and laziness.
Even beyond the Wizarding World they would be able to manipulate from the Shadows with the unique sets of Abilities they had developed with their branch of Magic. Mind Control, Memory Manipulation, Invisibility, Hiding trough Mind Manipulation, Confusing, Transformation, and more are perfect tools to manipulate a Society from the Shadows.
And what do the Dark Wizards like Voldemort do?
Being Magic Racists and backwards, trying to rule trough fear, terror and murder.
So many mistakes.
Sighing he turned towards Shizuku, these things don’t matter right now, “You can start! Keep the Card ready and use it as soon as it’s out.”
Shizuku nodded her Nen Vacuum Cleaner pointed at him, “Okay, Blinky now suck in the Horcrux, the piece of dark Magic stuck inside that Scar on his Forehead.”
Yes, this had been one of his Main Goals in getting Shizuku Murasaki to work with him and going to Greed Island. The Removal of the piece of Voldemorts Soul stuck in the Scar on Harry’s forehead.
It had been a headache for him for a long time now.
After all he had no interest in trying to use a Method that is based on a Combination of very unique Circumstances at the same time, be it the Connection between him and Voldemort, their shared Blood, his Mother’s Protection, the Protection he will give by Sacriying himself, their Twin Wands, becoming the Master of Death by collecting all three Deathly Hallows, having destroyed all other Horcruxes, or whatever caused him to survive in the original Timeline.
There are so many unique events at once at play, that there is no way to tell for sure what had caused him to survive. Would it even work a second time if he replicated these Events?
And he had no interest in following the same timeline. It’s a shit timeline, with so many losses only for him to win by default. Not because he overcome and beaten Voldemort, no he had won by following Dumbledore’s Machinations.
He couldn’t fathom how his future self felt about that, after all he went trough more years of manipulations, abuse and Deathly Situations, but he hated that idea of having his whole Life controlled and planned by someone else, and then getting the praise for it.
Fuck it, he even got a Chocolate Frog Card because he was Dumbledore’s Puppet, and if he were to believe some of the Fanfictions even another Moniker like the Boy who lived, the Man who conquered.
These People are barmy.
But not this time. Harry won’t accept it.
No, this is his own Life. He is the Master of his own Fate!
And for that he had to find a way to remove the Horcrux first, without dying.
This is the method he had come up with, sure a bit crude and risky, but far less risky than outright dying.
In fact he could technically say there is no risk at all, after all he knew that it would work. He had confirmed it by using the Greed Island Item Hypothetical T.V. to confirm it.
It had been necessary since he lacked the way to properly approach this, besides his own survival there had been another Critical question for this method to work. Was a Horcrux alive?
Blinky is unable to suck in Living things. Is a piece of a Soul alive? If yes, are Ghosts alive? A Soul Piece of a person who doesn’t have a Body anymore, only existing in a Ghost like State in between Life and Death, should be technically considered dead in his own Opinion.
From the beginning he had kept silent about the true Nature of the Horcrux, never telling Shizuku what it really was. He had always refered to it as a piece of Dark Magic that caused his Scar.
And the Hypothetical T.V. had told him it would work this way. So he never explained it to her.
As soon as she had ordered her Nen Vacuum Cleaner to work, it began to make noises while rolling it’s eyes again and another suction force targetted him.
He had been prepared for Pain, a lot of it. After all he had seen it on the TV.
His own research and analysis about the Horcurx had told him that it was closely entangled with his own Soul, removing it while alive was tricky, there is simply no way it wouldn’t hurt.
Knowing it would hurt, being mentally prepared for it was one thing, but it didn’t really prepare him for the pain. It was worse than the Cruciatus Curse.
At first the suction force began to pull on his Scar slightly, but it soon spread out trough his whole body. After all a Soul is not only in one Spot, and the Horcrux is entagled all over his Soul. Even with it’s main part concentrating at his Forehead.
It kept pulling more and more, and then it began. As if a rubber band had reached it’s stretching limit, the forces between the Horcux and his Soul began to rip on each other. It felt as if his very being was on fire.
For the first few seconds he kept remining himself trough the burning pain that he would be fine, that all would work out.
It only took seconds, and the searing Pain on his very being overhelmed him. The world itself got blurry, no longer being able to see, hear, smell or feel what was going around him.
Harry was no longer able to think.
There was just him and the Pain.
…
And more Pain.
…
There was a loud inhuman scream. Was he screaming?
Something ripped.
He felt lighter.
The next second the pain was gone.
Slowly his Vision returned, his other Senses too. Harry could feel that he was wet, completely drenched from sweat.
Ignoring these mundane impressions, something had changed for him on a much deeper level. Not only did he feel light, not like his weight, more on an emotional level, he also felt so free. As if something that had been always pressing down on him had vanished.
Voldemorts presence was gone, the Horcrux that had affected him since th Day his Parent’s died was out of him.
Harry Potter had no longer to die. He had broken free from that fucking Prophecy.
At least he hoped. He is no expert on that matter.
Then he finally was able to see again. Red.
There is a metallic note in the air.
Looking down on himself, he could see a lot of red.
That’s not only sweat, most of it was his own Blood. He is covered in Blood, a lot of it. So much Blood…
It’s flowing out of every wound that just had been forcefully ripped open.
Just as he began to see again the World turned blurry again while his head felt numb.
He is dying.
The World around him was turning dark again, then he heard a female Voice.
