Post by Anime Monster on Sept 26, 2005 20:09:00 GMT -5
SUMMARY: Harry's seventeenth birthday is full of action as hidden powers come to light. Slash and Nonslash pairings. LMHP, HPGW, HGRW, SSDM. HBP SPOILERS!
Rating: PG-13 or Teen
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter I would be retired and lounging around on some beach on some tropical isle as all seven books would have probably been published (or I would have quit writing somewhere in the middle and disappeared). As none of that is happening, I’m obviously not the owner of Harry Potter. J.K. Rowlings and several other people own it.
Author’s Note: This idea came while watching the anime movie X, however there isn’t much of that movie that I really need to credit. Also, there’s ideas (and clichés) from many other fics in this, please excuse them, I have no attention in copying another author’s work word for word.
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It was a quiet day at number four Privet Drive. A quiet day like any other. A day in which nothing extraordinary should happen. This is unless you forget to count that at midnight Harry Potter turned seventeen. The residents of Privet Drive would have been shaking in their footwear and soiling themselves had they known what waited for them at the twelfth stroke of the clock. Even Harry Potter did not know what would happen at the twelfth stroke. He was silently playing solitaire with a deck of Muggle playing cards as he waited.
Many would find this activity odd, considering only weeks ago he witnessed the death of his mentor Albus Dumbledore and that he should have been training for the future battle with the Dark Lord, however, Harry Potter didn’t want to worry himself.
A knock came at his closed bedroom door and a prim female voice said, “Are you eating supper?”
Harry thought about this. He held the ace of spades above the spot he was about to play it and called back through the door, “No, Aunt Petunia. Thank you, though.”
There was no reply, though Harry wasn’t expecting one, only almost silent footsteps walking past his room. Harry returned to his game playing the card above the seven stacks of cards.
Harry played solitaire for hours until he heard the clock beginning to toll midnight. He looked up and whispered, “Happy Birthday, Harry,” as he pulled out his wand. There was no doubt in his mind that there would be a Death Eater raid on Privet Drive that night. After all, it was the only night his location was known to Death Eaters that he was completely without wards.
The sixth toll sounded.
The seventh toll.
The eighth.
The ninth.
Tenth.
Eleventh.
Twelfth.
Harry Potter began to scream.
It was a deafening scream.
Dogs on nearby Magnolia Crescent began barking as lights went on in houses.
It didn’t seem possible for a person to scream that loudly.
It drowned out the pops of Death Eaters apparating on to Privet Drive.
“BOY! I THOUGHT YOU WOULDN’T DO ANY OF THAT FREAKISHNESS WHILE IN THIS HOUSE!” a gruff man’s voice yelled.
There was no reply, only screaming. Well, in truth, you would scream too if you were getting ripped in half.
And that’s what was happening.
Upon the stroke of twelve Harry Potter began to split into two halves. Both halves looked the same, with the same messy, black hair, emerald eyes, and lightning bolt scar on the forehead, but were flipped like one stepped out of a mirror, with only one very notable difference.
One Harry had leathery, black wings, the other had feathered, white wings. Two opposites of the same coin. Light and Dark. Good and Evil. Yin and Yang.
However, which of the two Harrys were which was anybody’s guess.
The screaming finally ended, a minute after it began.
Both Harrys turned to the door just as a flash of green light was seen on the other side.
The door opened to reveal the fear of most wizards and witches.
One feared so much that most do not use his name.
One that called himself Lord Voldemort.
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End Chapter
Rating: PG-13 or Teen
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter I would be retired and lounging around on some beach on some tropical isle as all seven books would have probably been published (or I would have quit writing somewhere in the middle and disappeared). As none of that is happening, I’m obviously not the owner of Harry Potter. J.K. Rowlings and several other people own it.
Author’s Note: This idea came while watching the anime movie X, however there isn’t much of that movie that I really need to credit. Also, there’s ideas (and clichés) from many other fics in this, please excuse them, I have no attention in copying another author’s work word for word.
Yin Yang
Chapter 1: John, the Prophet
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“And the third angel poured out his vial upon the rivers and fountains of waters; and they became blood.”
--The Revelation of John the Baptist 16:4._____________________________________________
It was a quiet day at number four Privet Drive. A quiet day like any other. A day in which nothing extraordinary should happen. This is unless you forget to count that at midnight Harry Potter turned seventeen. The residents of Privet Drive would have been shaking in their footwear and soiling themselves had they known what waited for them at the twelfth stroke of the clock. Even Harry Potter did not know what would happen at the twelfth stroke. He was silently playing solitaire with a deck of Muggle playing cards as he waited.
Many would find this activity odd, considering only weeks ago he witnessed the death of his mentor Albus Dumbledore and that he should have been training for the future battle with the Dark Lord, however, Harry Potter didn’t want to worry himself.
A knock came at his closed bedroom door and a prim female voice said, “Are you eating supper?”
Harry thought about this. He held the ace of spades above the spot he was about to play it and called back through the door, “No, Aunt Petunia. Thank you, though.”
There was no reply, though Harry wasn’t expecting one, only almost silent footsteps walking past his room. Harry returned to his game playing the card above the seven stacks of cards.
Harry played solitaire for hours until he heard the clock beginning to toll midnight. He looked up and whispered, “Happy Birthday, Harry,” as he pulled out his wand. There was no doubt in his mind that there would be a Death Eater raid on Privet Drive that night. After all, it was the only night his location was known to Death Eaters that he was completely without wards.
The sixth toll sounded.
The seventh toll.
The eighth.
The ninth.
Tenth.
Eleventh.
Twelfth.
Harry Potter began to scream.
It was a deafening scream.
Dogs on nearby Magnolia Crescent began barking as lights went on in houses.
It didn’t seem possible for a person to scream that loudly.
It drowned out the pops of Death Eaters apparating on to Privet Drive.
“BOY! I THOUGHT YOU WOULDN’T DO ANY OF THAT FREAKISHNESS WHILE IN THIS HOUSE!” a gruff man’s voice yelled.
There was no reply, only screaming. Well, in truth, you would scream too if you were getting ripped in half.
And that’s what was happening.
Upon the stroke of twelve Harry Potter began to split into two halves. Both halves looked the same, with the same messy, black hair, emerald eyes, and lightning bolt scar on the forehead, but were flipped like one stepped out of a mirror, with only one very notable difference.
One Harry had leathery, black wings, the other had feathered, white wings. Two opposites of the same coin. Light and Dark. Good and Evil. Yin and Yang.
However, which of the two Harrys were which was anybody’s guess.
The screaming finally ended, a minute after it began.
Both Harrys turned to the door just as a flash of green light was seen on the other side.
The door opened to reveal the fear of most wizards and witches.
One feared so much that most do not use his name.
One that called himself Lord Voldemort.
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End Chapter