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BS - Chapter 06: I'm Back
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“Dialogue”
‘Thoughts’
-Author notes-
Chapter 06: I'm Back
A pair of vibrant green eyes opened up under the dim light coming from the Moon.
The boy who used to be Harry Potter was only so on the surface. What lay beneath that pale skin was something else… something darker.
The eyes moved incessantly, scanning its surroundings, hungry for information.
The mouth opened and tried to form words, but it was too dry, and only moans of pain came out.
He drove his hand in front of his face to look at it.
‘It worked.’ He had a human body once more.
It had been a wild gamble that he took during his last moment, but it did pay off in the end.
‘My children did not disappoint.’
Dark shadows hovered all around him and moved through the night sky.
He spotted some of them and was filled with joy.
This may be the only person in the world who would feel such an emotion after seeing a large group of dementors this close.
But why wouldn’t he? They were his children… his creations.
One of the dementors flew closer to him and stood levitating above him… looking into his eyes.
‘It’s you.’ He recognized this particular one. This one was special, as it was the first one he brought into this world. It was also the one who had been entrusted with the care of his soul for all these years.
He wanted to get up, so he tested his limbs. They ached… his entire body felt sore as if he had been beaten badly just moments ago.
‘I shouldn’t be surprised… to get this body for myself means that the previous owner had to die.’ Two souls could not inhabit the same body, at least not when it came to complete souls.
He needed a vessel for his return. An empty body that would be compatible with him and would not reject his soul.
Without standing up, he began moving his hands and legs to get used to the sensation.
It felt strange… like he was wearing a new suit that didn’t quite fit him completely.
He was sure that this sensation would go away with time, once his soul and new body had adapted to one another.
At least there didn’t seem to be any immediate problems, and he could move.
He had to put a lot of work to stand up, while dozens of dementors flew all around him as if they were celebrating his return.
‘This place…’ Now that he was on his feet, he got a clear image of where he was standing.
He was on the roof of a tall structure that was shaped like a triangle. As far as he could see, there was only water beyond this building. A solitary island surrounded by a raging sea.
‘I’m home.’ He was at the top of Azkaban. His magnificent fortress.
He turned around and glanced at the trapdoor that would lead him to the lower levels.
‘There is much to do.’
He was about to take a step forward when he was stopped suddenly by an intense headache.
One strong enough to make him lose his balance and fall down onto the floor.
He panicked at first, thinking that the body was rejecting him and that he was about to die again, this time without any more safeguards.
Instead of the endless darkness, he was welcomed by a myriad of images that were now invading his mind.
A fat man chasing him with a belt around the house while yelling at him.
‘Vernon…’ He knew who this person was. It was his uncle, who had always hated him.
An ugly, tall woman was now screaming at him because he had burned up the bacon.
‘Aunt Petunia.’ The pan fell as he tried to get away. She picked it up and threw it at him with all her might. It hit the back of his head, and… he did not remember what happened after that.
‘This is not me.’ He knew that, of course.
These were not his memories. They belonged to the previous owner of the body.
It did give him a lot of information that he so much needed. Like, for example… what year it was.
One of the first things he had wondered after waking up was how much time had passed. And now he had the answer.
‘Over five hundred years… that’s… how can that be?’ He was not expecting them to find a compatible body in a matter of months, but this was just too much.
‘Why did it take so long? Did I underestimate how difficult it would be to find the body I needed?’ He did not doubt his children. He knew they must have done everything they could.
His train of thought kept being interrupted as more images appeared into his mind, becoming new memories for him.
The boy was now eleven years old and had just discovered he was a wizard. Then he was taken to Hogwarts.
‘Hogwarts… right, I did hear about a school being built centuries ago.
Never visited it though… too far away. And I was always too busy.’ He didn’t like leaving his fortress for too long, only just enough to obtain new materials for his work.
Several names and faces forced their way into his mind.
Hermione, Ron, Albus Dumbledore, Sirius Black, Ginny Weasley, Cedric Diggory… Voldemort…
The entire life of the boy flashed before him. It did not take long, as it was a short life… albeit an intense one.
He had to admit that this Harry Potter did quite well despite having been given such a bad hand in life. If only those around him had been more supportive, things could have gone very differently.
‘This boy’s ill fate gave me the opportunity to return.’ He stood back up and looked into the black sky.
Ekrizdis Skarvok is no more…
‘From this day forth, I shall be Harry Potter. Just as a last favor for your sacrifice, I will make sure that your enemies suffer.’ He made an oath with himself...one that he intended to keep.
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