Power

- Does good always triumph? -

Harry looked to Hedwig who was hooting from atop his trunk. “Calm down Hedwig,” Harry said as memories of Hogwarts and his friends were brought back. He hadn’t owled them since for a week, and he was too tired to owl them now. “Soon,” he said as he closed his eyes, trying to get a few more minutes of sleep.

He managed to get ten more minutes of sleep before a knock hit the door. “Are you up yet, I want to show you something.” Peter’s voice echoed through the door.

“Sure, I’ll be up in a few seconds.” Harry answered as he straightened himself up and got out of bed. He heard footsteps disappeared down the corridor as he slipped on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

Once he was up and fully dressed, he went down the stairs and met Peter. He motioned Harry to sit down with him and asked, “I was asked by my lo-” the word almost slipped, but he caught himself, “by the ministry to take care of a little problem about fifty miles south of here. Would you like to come?”

Harry looked up and answered, “Sure, what type of problem?”

“A large group of Erumpents have gathered near a town and a few people have been killed.” He answered, then added, “Are you ready to go, after we finish, we can go back to practicing.”

“Sure, what exactly are Erumpents?” He asked.

“You’ll see...”

- Does good always triumph? -

As Harry was whisked away by Peter’s spell, a new yellow landscape appeared. “Are those Erumpents?” Harry asked as he saw a group of large, rhinosarus-looking animals grazing in the field before him. He looked around him and saw mountains of yellow sand all around them and under them, and a field of grass in the center, with a river near by.

“Yea, dangerous animals. They can repel most charms and curses, so I will have to do rather complicated one.” He said. He raised his wand and muttered, “Maximus Transus Totales!”

Slowly, from the sands to the left of the field, the wind began to pick up. Harry could see some sand being picked up, and soon, more and more sand flew through the air in the form of a spiraling tunnel. It grew to a large size and a soon engulfed the grassy field and covered the herd of Erumpents from view. And as quickly as it started, it ended even quicker. “What happened to the heard?” Harry asked.

“They are no longer a problem anymore. The ministry wanted them destroyed.” He stated.

Harry knew he had read that spell somewhere, and what it had done. It was a spell which transported everything in a large area. But, he didn’t speak up.

“Ready to go home?” Peter asked, and Harry nodded in response.

- Does good always triumph? -

“Now, by using black, imagine the Crup getting older. Imagine him slowly dying away.” Peter said to Harry, who concentrated hard. He saw the little dog-like animal in his mind slowly collapse, slowly stop breathing, and it’s eyelids dropping down, putting an end to a life. At that instant, Harry knew he had changed. He had killed an innocent creature. But then he thought, ‘it was just a little creature. What harm could I have done?’ And he shrugged off the thought right there and then.

The rest of the day flew by and he hadn’t given a thought to his friends until that night in his dreams. He and Ron were standing in the quidditch field, after landing and hoping off their brooms. Another team member walked by and accidentally knocked his shoulder into himself. Harry looked into his eyes and saw no remorse, and yelled out, “Avada Kervada!” And the unremorseful eyes turned to terrified, until the eyelids fell. Harry woke up at a start, and knew he had changed. He was dreaming of killing a person, and just this day he killed another creature.

“What’s happened to me?” Harry asked himself as sweat dripped from his forehead. But Harry knew the answer, he had changed. He was becoming evil, and he knew the cause. This place. Peter. Ever since he came here, his want for revenge had doubled and he was feeling different, he was feeling evil.

“I have to leave this place, I have to leave before I become like him.” Harry demanded to himself. He thought about it the rest of the night, until morning when his eyes were just starting to fall.

- Does good always triumph? -

“Harry, there is something I haven’t told you.” Peter confronted Harry at his next lesson.

“What is it?” Harry asked nervously as he turned towards Peter.

“You know how I was telling you about my past, and how I was hiding from Voldemort?” Peter said, and he looked around him, muttering a spell quietly and quickly, not alerting Harry.

He turned back towards Harry and continued, “I wasn’t successful because he found me. But you could say I was successful from hiding, because it wasn’t him who found me, because I found him.” His voice suddenly turned evil, and Harry’s mind began to race. He wanted to run, and at first, his legs wouldn’t move. He got them free, and ran into an invisible barrier.

“There’s no use running. You’re like him, you know. I see it in your eyes every time I look at you. Evil. How do you think you killed that Crup so easily yesterday? Why is it that the easiest color for you to control is death?” A sparkle in his eyes sent shivers down his spine.

“Why would you turn to him? Why are you doing this?” Harry asked, awaiting an unknowing future.

“If your hunted by the most feared wizard that ever lived since Slazar Slytherin, why would you run? I may be not as powerful as my master, but I am as smart, and I picked the right choice, and the easiest one.” He paused, looking at Harry in the eye. “I believe in your last year you witnessed the death of a friend, and you know that’s just going to keep on happening until you do something about it. Are you going to let him kill more of you friends and family, or would you join him to stop it?”

Harry didn’t think about it long, for he didn’t have a chance too. “My lord does not know you’re here. But tomorrow, he will be pleased to find that Harry Potter is ready for possession, a perfect killing machine which will never be expected, yet already prepared with the ability of Colare, an ancient black magic...”

- Does good always triumph? -

Harry sat heaped against a wall in his bedroom. His trunk had been taken away, along with his wand and Hedwig, and he was helpless. A highly dark and powerful barrier charm had been put on the room, and most likely several others with Harry didn’t know about. He was stuck in his room awaiting a gloomy future.

He was facing the decision of life. He would eventually put to use as an unknowing killing machine that would probably take the lives of his two best friends. He knew one way to end it, but that was a last resort. He would have to take his own life in order to save his friends’. At that thought, a house elf opened the door to his room and delivered a plate of food and a glass. Then another thought sprang into his head. He walked over to the house elf and asked, “Would you have a napkin by any chance?”

“Yes sir, let me go get it.” The house elf ran to the kitchen, leaving the door open, and a window through the barrier. Harry didn’t waste a second longer as he swiftly ran down the corridor and into another hallway. He looked around for any sign of life, and continued on. He had not been in this hallway before, and he looked around, trying to find an escape root. Voices echoed through the hall, and Harry managed to make out Peter’s voice, and knew he hadn’t much time.

He found a door and searched in his mind for the spell to unlock it, “Alohomora!” Harry said and the door clicked open and Harry ran into the room, turning around to lock it, all the while Peter and an unknown voice strolled down the hallway.

As Harry caught his breath, he took a look around the room, and found a golden-colored single strand of twine, and picked it up to look at it. As he did, the rope emitted a bright light and suddenly took life, as it wrapped around Harry’s arm.

Harry was startled as he was blinded by the light, and he nearly fell back as he tried to remove the rope tangling itself up around his arm. The twine became one with Harry, and a strange tingling sensation tickled up his arm.

“What the hell is this?” Harry asked no one in particular. He felt his arm, it seemed no difference, yet he could feel the power brewing inside of him. He said, “Lumos,” to test how powerful it had become, and his wand instantly conjured a light, brighter than Harry had ever done before. “Wow,” he said in awe.

Now we better get out of here before Voldemort comes... he said to himself. He opened the window and yelled, “Accio Firebolt!”

Zipping through the air came his Firebolt, zooming right by Peter, which caught his attention. Next, he yelled, “Accio Trunk!” And following his broom came a trunk, knocking over chairs and desks as it came tumbling through the air straight for Peter. He ducked, and ran after the trunk in an effort to find its destination. Harry caught the broom in one hand, and jumped out of the way for the trunk, which he shrunk once it had stopped. He pocketed the trunk, and stepped on his broom, and left via the window, leaving Peter running behind him.

- Does good always triumph? -

As Harry looked behind himself, he could see Peter glaring through the window, and he turned away, to think about the next part of his escape. Where was he to go? He didn’t want to go to the Dursleys, so he thought of heading back to Hogwarts. He looked ahead and rode of into the sunset, happy to get away from all the evil.

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