Chương 1: Prologue
Harry Potter raced through the twisting corridors of the maze, his breath coming in sharp, determined bursts. The Triwizard Cup was just ahead, gleaming in the moonlight. The air was thick with the scent of earth and magic, and the distant roars of enchanted creatures echoed through the labyrinth.
As he reached out for the Cup, Harry's mind was flooded with memories—snapshots of his life since the fateful events in the Chamber of Secrets. It was hard to believe how much had changed since then.
He remembered the sharp pain of the basilisk's venom coursing through his veins, the desperate hope as Fawkes' tears healed him, and the moment of transformation when the blood of the Nemean Lion had entered his bloodstream, mingling with the venom and tears to create something entirely new. The strength, the heightened senses, the strange connection to the ancient beast—it had all started there.
The months that followed had been a whirlwind. His physical changes had been gradual at first, a slight increase in strength and agility. But soon, the transformation had become undeniable. His friends had noticed, especially Ron, whose jealousy and fear had driven a wedge between them. Harry could still feel the sting of that lost friendship, a shadow that lingered even now.
He thought of his closeness with Daphne Greengrass and Susan Bones, the unexpected bonds that had formed as he navigated his new reality. Daphne, with her keen intellect and fierce loyalty, had become a confidante in ways he hadn't expected. Susan's steady kindness had been a balm to his troubled soul, a reminder that he wasn't alone in his struggles.
Then there was Sirius—his escape from Azkaban, the revelation of his innocence, and the bond they had forged as godfather and godson. Harry had found a sense of family and belonging with Sirius that he had never known before. The discovery that Peter Pettigrew, Ron's pet rat, was the true traitor had been a turning point, deepening the rift with Ron but also vindicating Sirius.
Harry's thoughts turned to his training, the hours spent honing his new abilities under the watchful eyes of Sirius, Remus, and even Snape. They had been relentless, pushing him to master the powers that had been thrust upon him. He had grown stronger, more capable, and more determined than ever to face the threats that loomed on the horizon.
Dumbledore's revelation about Voldemort's Horcruxes had added another layer of complexity to Harry's life. Learning that a piece of Voldemort's soul was once lodged in his scar had been a horrifying realization, one that had shaken him to his core. However, Harry was relieved to know that it was destroyed in the aftermath of what happened in the Chamber of Secrets. The fact that Dumbledore had known all along and planned to sacrifice Harry "for the greater good" had caused a permanent rift between them. Trust shattered, Harry had turned to Sirius, Remus, and Snape, who had banded together to hunt down and destroy the Horcruxes.
Sirius, Remus, and Snape had tracked down almost all of Voldemort's Horcruxes, leaving only Nagini, the snake, when Harry's name came out of the Goblet of Fire. Not willing to be ostracized by the students at Hogwarts, Harry had invoked a magical oath to prove that he did not put his name in the Goblet, nor did he force anyone else to put his name. This act of transparency had earned him a measure of respect, but it also meant he had to compete in the Triwizard Tournament, a challenge he faced with the weight of his newfound powers and responsibilities.
Each task of the Triwizard Tournament had been a test not just of his magical ability, but of his ability to control and hide his newfound powers. He couldn't risk anyone discovering the truth about his Nemean Lion transformation. Wizards, he knew, treated werewolves like Remus with suspicion and fear; he could only imagine how they would react to his condition.
With the help of Sirius, Remus, Hermione, Neville, Susan, Daphne, Tracey, Hannah, and Luna, he managed to do well in his tasks. His friends had become his support system, helping him strategize and manage his abilities discreetly. Harry also received support from his fellow champions—Cedric Diggory, Viktor Krum, and Fleur Delacour. Despite the competition, they had developed a camaraderie, and Harry found himself particularly drawn to Fleur. As a Veela, Fleur had immediately recognized that Harry was part something other than human. Luna, who he later found out had some Seer abilities, also found out about Harry, but was accepting, although asking a lot of odd questions.
And now, here he was, at the heart of the maze, reaching for the Triwizard Cup. The culmination of all his struggles and triumphs was within his grasp. His fingers brushed the cool surface of the Cup, and a surge of energy jolted through him.
But as his hand closed around the Cup, the world shifted. The familiar grounds of Hogwarts vanished, replaced by a dark, eerie graveyard. Panic seized him as he realized what had happened—the Cup was a Portkey.
He was not alone. The cold, high voice of Voldemort echoed through the night, and Harry's heart pounded in his chest. The memories of his past merged with the terror of the present as he faced the Dark Lord once more.
But this time, Harry was different. He was stronger, more resilient, and filled with the power of the Nemean Lion. As Voldemort's eyes met his, Harry knew that this was the true test of everything he had become. He stood ready, not just as a boy who had survived, but as a warrior prepared to fight.
The battle for his life—and the future of the wizarding world—had begun.
—
The Little Hangleton Cemetery lay shrouded in mist, its eerie silence broken only by the whispers of the wind. Tombstones stood as silent sentinels, bearing witness to the final confrontation between Harry Potter and his greatest nemesis. The air crackled with dark magic as Harry, infused with the power of the Nemean Lion, faced the greatest challenge of his life.
In the center of the cemetery, Peter Pettigrew cradled the grotesque form of Voldemort's baby-like body, his eyes filled with fear and desperation. Beside them, Nagini, the monstrous snake, hissed menacingly, her eyes glowing with malevolent intelligence.
"This ends tonight," Harry declared, his voice resonating with the primal power now coursing through his veins.
Pettigrew sneered, trying to mask his fear with defiance. "You think you can defeat us, Potter? The Dark Lord will rise again, and you will fall."
Without warning, Nagini lunged at Harry, her fangs bared and dripping with venom. But Harry's reflexes, enhanced by the Nemean Lion's strength and speed, were faster. In an instant, he shifted into his partial Nemean Lion form, his muscles bulging with power and his senses heightened to a razor's edge.
With a roar that echoed through the cemetery, Harry pounced, his claws slashing through the air like knives. Nagini's eyes widened in terror as Harry's massive form collided with hers, overwhelming her with sheer strength and ferocity.
In a flurry of motion, Harry wrestled the serpent to the ground, his claws digging deep into her scaled flesh. With a primal roar, he sank his teeth into Nagini's neck, his jaws closing around her with unyielding force. With each passing moment, Harry felt the ancient power of the Nemean Lion coursing through him, empowering him with the strength and tenacity of the mythical beast.
As Nagini's life force ebbed away, Harry released her limp body, his chest heaving with exertion. The monstrous snake lay motionless at his feet, her threat extinguished forever.
Peter Pettigrew's eyes widened in horror as he watched his master's final Horcrux fall. "No! This can't be happening!"
Harry turned his gaze to Pettigrew, his eyes burning with righteous fury. "It's over, Pettigrew. Your master is finished."
With a desperate scream, Pettigrew raised his wand, but Harry was faster. The power of the Nemean Lion surged through him, and he lunged forward, his strength and speed unmatched. With a swift and decisive strike, he disarmed Pettigrew, sending the wand clattering to the ground.
Pettigrew fell to his knees, his eyes wide with terror as he clutched the weakened form of Voldemort. "Please, spare me," he begged, his voice trembling. "I was only following orders."
Harry's expression hardened, his resolve unshakable. "You betrayed my parents. You caused so much pain and suffering. There's no forgiveness for what you've done."
As Harry raised his clawed hand, prepared to deliver the final blow, a sudden noise from behind him caused him to pause. He turned to see Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and a group of Aurors entering the cemetery, their wands at the ready.
"Harry, stop," Sirius called out, his voice filled with urgency. "Let the law deal with Pettigrew."
Harry hesitated, his anger and desire for vengeance warring with his sense of justice. With a deep breath, he lowered his hand, his eyes never leaving Pettigrew's terrified face.
"You're right," Harry said, his voice steady. "He'll face justice for his crimes."
The Aurors moved forward, securing Pettigrew and the weakened Voldemort. As they were led away, Harry felt a weight lift from his shoulders. The final battle was over, and Voldemort's reign of terror had come to an end.
Sirius placed a hand on Harry's shoulder, his eyes filled with pride and relief. "You did it, Harry. You truly are a lionhearted warrior."
Just as the warmth of Sirius's words began to sink in, the moment was shattered by the chilling presence of Dolores Umbridge. Her eyes gleamed with malice as she pointed an accusing finger at Harry.
"A dark creature in our midst!" she screeched, her voice cutting through the air like a knife. "A danger to the wizarding world!"
Harry's blood ran cold as Aurors surrounded him, their wands drawn and ready. The very people he had fought to protect were now turning against him, blinded by fear and prejudice.
Sirius's expression darkened with anger as he stepped in front of Harry, shielding him from Umbridge's accusing gaze. "You will not lay a hand on him," he growled, his voice filled with barely contained fury.
But Umbridge only sneered, her disdain evident as she gave the order to the Aurors. "Take him down. Now!"
Caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, Harry felt the weight of the impending confrontation settling heavily on his shoulders. With a surge of determination, he squared his shoulders, steeling himself to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
However, before the first spell could be cast, the tension was interrupted by the arrival of Amelia Bones, the formidable head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Harry's heart skipped a beat as he recognized her, knowing that she was also the aunt of one of his girlfriends, Susan Bones.
"Stop this at once!" Amelia Bones commanded, her voice cutting through the charged atmosphere like a blade. Her presence commanded respect, and even the most hardened wizards in the room faltered under her unwavering gaze.
Harry felt a wave of relief wash over him at Amelia's intervention. He knew that her arrival had averted a potentially dangerous situation, and he silently thanked his lucky stars for her timely appearance.
"Amelia, what are you doing here?" Sirius Black asked, his tone a mixture of surprise and concern.
Amelia fixed Sirius with a stern look. "I received reports of unauthorized magical activity in this area, and I came to investigate. It seems I arrived just in time."
With a few swift motions of her wand, Amelia swiftly disarmed the would-be combatants and restored order to the tense scene. Her authoritative presence brought a sense of calm to the room, and Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude toward her for diffusing the volatile situation.
As the tension began to dissipate, Harry took a moment to collect himself, grateful for the reprieve from what could have been a dangerous confrontation. He knew that he owed Amelia Bones a debt of gratitude for her timely intervention, and he resolved to thank her properly once the dust had settled.
—
As the news of the chilling events at the cemetery spread throughout the British Wizarding World, a wave of shock and disbelief swept through the community. Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, was initially inclined to deny the almost-return of Voldemort, but his resolve faltered when faced with the grotesque sight of the baby-like form that had been left behind.
Reluctantly, Fudge was forced to acknowledge the undeniable truth. Voldemort had indeed come close to returning, and the consequences of such a revelation sent ripples of fear and uncertainty across the nation.
The Unspeakables, renowned for their expertise in the most arcane and mysterious branches of magic, took charge of Voldemort's body. Their task was to uncover the secrets that lay buried within the dark remnants of the Dark Lord's presence.
Over the next few days, as the Unspeakables delved deep into the mysteries of Voldemort's past, a series of shocking revelations came to light. It was discovered that the Dark Mark, the symbol of loyalty to Voldemort, had to be taken voluntarily. This revelation shattered the defense of Imperius that many Death Eaters had previously used to excuse their allegiance to the Dark Lord.
As the truth unfolded, the Wizarding World grappled with the implications of these discoveries. The foundations of trust and security had been shaken to their core, and the once-hidden truths about Voldemort and his Death Eaters were laid bare for all to see.
In the hallowed halls of the Ministry of Magic, whispers of fear and suspicion echoed through the corridors. The very fabric of the Wizarding World was being rewritten, and no one could predict the consequences of the dark secrets that had been unearthed.
As Harry Potter and his allies absorbed the revelations, a sense of vindication washed over them, accompanied by a renewed sense of vigilance. The battle against the forces of darkness was far from over, and the true extent of Voldemort's legacy was yet to be fully understood. But with each revelation, they moved one step closer to unraveling the mysteries that had long haunted their world.
However, the aftermath of Harry's secret being exposed cast a shadow over their newfound sense of victory. The knowledge of Harry's Nemean Lion form spread quickly among the magical community, bringing both awe and fear in its wake. Some saw him as a symbol of strength and hope, while others viewed him with suspicion and mistrust.
For Harry, the newfound attention was both a blessing and a burden. He grappled with the weight of expectations placed upon him, the fear of rejection from those who couldn't understand his unique nature, and the constant threat of those who sought to exploit his power for their own gain.
Amidst the turmoil, Harry found solace in the unwavering support of his closest friends and allies. Together, they stood united against the challenges that lay ahead, determined to face whatever darkness threatened to engulf their world.
As they navigated the complexities of their new reality, Harry and his allies knew that they would need to remain ever vigilant, for the journey ahead would test their strength, their courage, and their bonds of friendship like never before.
—-
In the cozy warmth of Grimmauld Place, Harry sat surrounded by his closest friends and loved ones. Neville, Hermione, Luna, Tracey, and Hannah were seated beside him, their expressions a mix of curiosity and anticipation. On the other side of the room, Susan, Daphne, and Fleur sat together, their presence a source of comfort and support.
Sirius and Remus stood nearby, their faces serious yet supportive as they listened to Harry's proposal. The fire crackled merrily in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the room as Harry began to speak.
"Thank you all for coming," Harry began, his voice steady as he addressed the gathered group. "I've asked you here today because I believe it's time for us to consider a new path, a new beginning."
His friends and loved ones listened intently, their eyes fixed on Harry as he continued.
"After everything we've been through, everything we've lost, I can't help but feel that staying in Britain is no longer an option," Harry explained, his words filled with conviction. "There's too much darkness, too many painful memories. I think it's time for us to leave, to start fresh somewhere else."
Neville nodded in agreement, his expression solemn yet determined. "I've been feeling the same way, Harry. It's like we're still trapped in the past, unable to move forward."
Hermione, ever the voice of reason, spoke up next. "But where would we go? And what about our families, our homes?"
Harry glanced at Sirius and Remus, who exchanged a knowing look before Sirius spoke. "We've been discussing this, and we believe that the Quileute reservation could be a safe haven for all of us. I am cousins with Billy Black, one of the elders of the tribe, and I believe that we will be welcomed with open arms, and there's plenty of space for us to build new lives there."
The idea seemed to resonate with the group, and murmurs of agreement filled the room. Luna, always attuned to the mystical and magical, spoke up next.
"The energy there is different, Harry," Luna said, her dreamy voice filled with certainty. "It's like the land itself is calling to us, offering us a chance to heal and grow."
Tracey and Hannah nodded in agreement, their expressions reflecting a mix of excitement and apprehension. Fleur, her natural elegance and grace a calming presence in the room, spoke up next.
"I believe this could be a wonderful opportunity for all of us," Fleur said, her French accent lending a touch of sophistication to her words. "A chance to leave behind the pain and sorrow of the past, and embrace a brighter future together."
As Susan and Daphne exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with determination and hope, Hermione stepped forward, her expression serious and resolute.
"I agree," Susan said, her voice firm. "We've faced enough darkness. It's time for us to find our own light."
As Hermione's words settled in, a hush fell over the room. The implications of her revelation were staggering, and the prospect of sharing in Harry's power filled them with a mixture of excitement and apprehension.
Harry regarded his friends with a sense of solemn determination. "I won't force anyone into this. But if you're willing to join me in this , to stand by my side, then I offer you the opportunity to become like me, to share in the power of the Nemean Lion."
Hermione, Neville, Luna, and the others exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of uncertainty and resolve. Each had their reasons for wanting to join Harry in this extraordinary transformation, but they knew that the decision was not one to be taken lightly.
After a moment of tense silence, Hermione stepped forward, her eyes alight with determination. "I'm in, Harry. I'll stand by your side, no matter what."
One by one, Harry's friends stepped forward, pledging their loyalty and solidarity in the face of the unknown. With each oath sworn, the bond between them grew stronger, forging a new alliance in the fight against darkness.
As Sirius stood by his side, Harry glanced at his godfather, a flicker of contemplation in his eyes. "The idea of settling down with the Quileutes is indeed intriguing," Harry began, "but I feel like there's still so much of the world left to explore before I settle down."
Sirius smiled understandingly, a twinkle of adventure in his own eyes. "You're absolutely right, Harry. The world is vast and full of wonders. We'll have plenty of time for new adventures together."
---
The scene shifted to the dimly lit halls of the Department of Mysteries, where Harry and Sirius found themselves standing before the imposing figure of Saul Croaker, the Head Unspeakable. The atmosphere was thick with the weight of secrecy and ancient knowledge, and Harry felt a shiver run down his spine.
Croaker's piercing gaze settled on Harry, his voice a low rumble. "Mr. Potter, Mr. Black, thank you for coming. We have much to discuss regarding the final defeat of Voldemort."
Harry nodded, his expression resolute. "We're ready to do whatever it takes to end this once and for all."
Croaker's eyes narrowed slightly as he studied Harry. "Mr. Potter, are you aware of the prophecy concerning you and Voldemort?"
Harry's heart skipped a beat. "Yes, I am," he replied. "It was made by Professor Trelawney and states that 'neither can live while the other survives.'"
Croaker gave a curt nod. "Good. Then you understand the gravity of your situation. The prophecy is a crucial piece of the puzzle, but there are other elements we must consider."
Sirius leaned forward, his voice tinged with urgency. "What do you need us to do?"
Croaker's eyes met Sirius's, then shifted to Harry. "I understand that you've already dealt with all of Voldemort's Horcruxes," he began, his tone measured. "The only thing remaining is to destroy the Homunculus—the body housing the last piece of Voldemort's soul. This will end Voldemort once and for all."
Harry's heart pounded in his chest as he listened, the weight of the task ahead settling heavily on his shoulders.
Croaker continued, his expression grave. "However, it has to be you, Mr. Potter. The prophecy requires that you be the one to end Voldemort. 'Neither can live while the other survives.' It is your destiny to deliver the final blow."
Harry nodded, determination burning in his eyes. "I understand. I've come this far, and I won't back down now. Just tell me what I need to do."
Saul Croaker gave a brief nod and gestured for them to follow. The Head Unspeakable led Harry and Sirius down a series of twisting corridors, deeper into the heart of the Department of Mysteries. The air grew colder, the shadows longer, until they reached a heavy door at the end of the hallway.
"This way," Croaker said, pushing the door open to reveal a vast, dimly lit chamber. At the center of the room stood an ancient stone archway, draped with a tattered black curtain that fluttered as if moved by an unseen breeze.
Harry felt a chill run down his spine as he gazed at the eerie structure. "What is that?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"This," Croaker said solemnly, "is the Veil of Death. An ancient and powerful artifact, it serves as a gateway to the beyond. Once something passes through the veil, it is lost forever to the realm of the living."
As Croaker explained the nature of the Veil, two Unspeakables entered the room, carrying a small, grotesque bundle. Harry's stomach churned as he recognized the pitiful creature as the Homunculus—Baby Voldemort.
Croaker's voice remained steady and calm. "This Homunculus is what remains of Voldemort, weakened and helpless. To finally rid the world of his evil, all you need to do is throw him into the Veil. His essence will be completely and irreversibly destroyed."
Harry stepped forward, his heart pounding in his chest. The creature in the bundle let out a faint, pitiful whimper, but Harry's resolve did not waver. He understood the gravity of the task before him.
"This is it," Harry thought. "This is the end of Voldemort."
With unwavering determination, Harry reached out and took the Homunculus from the Unspeakables. The creature's red eyes glared at him with a mix of fear and hatred, but Harry steeled himself against any hesitation.
"Goodbye, Tom Riddle," Harry said quietly, then hurled the Homunculus into the Veil.
The black curtain fluttered violently as the creature passed through, and for a moment, the room seemed to grow even colder. Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the movement ceased, and an eerie silence settled over the chamber.
Harry let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, feeling a profound sense of relief wash over him. The weight of years of struggle and loss seemed to lift from his shoulders.
"It's over," Sirius whispered, stepping up beside Harry and placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
Croaker nodded approvingly. "You have done a great service to the wizarding world, Mr. Potter. The threat of Voldemort is finally gone."
Harry looked at Sirius, a small, weary smile on his face. "It's really over, isn't it?"
Sirius returned the smile, his eyes filled with pride and affection. "Yes, Harry. It's over. Now, it's time to live your life."
With the final destruction of Voldemort, Harry knew that a new chapter awaited him—a future filled with endless possibilities, free from the shadow of the Dark Lord. And as he stepped out of the Department of Mysteries, he felt a sense of hope and anticipation for the adventures yet to come.
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