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Summary:

Harry Potter fanfiction written in 2022

And if after a few years the Dursleys had come to love Harry and treat him as their own son, while continuing to consider magic as a defect. How to reconcile his nature with the love of his adoptive parents? Very simple, just reject magic. But will the wizards let him do it?

Originally, I wanted it to be a succession of very short chapters based on the model of:Une adolescence à St Brutus

But quickly, I abandoned this idea and made a more classic fanfic. There are still a few very short chapters (especially in volume 1) thattestify tothis original ambition.

The cemetery

Harry begged his cousin to get up and run away with him. In desperation, he even began to hit him to wake him up. But nothing worked. It was only then that he noticed he was no longer breathing. He began to cry. He wanted to get up, but something stopped him. He then realized that someone had taken advantage of his distraction to tie him up.

For the first time, he looked around. They were in a cemetery and in the distance stood a sinister castle. It was the middle of a hot summer day, the air was heavy and the sky was black. A storm was brewing.

He then turned and saw a man busy with a huge cauldron. Next to him was something moving, he looked at it.The creature and immediately, his scar exploded with pain. He immediately looked away, but he had seen that this thing had a humanoid shape.

Do not look away and behold your work. See what I have become because of you. A repulsive and weak creature. Because of you, I had to spend the last 10 years in an even more pitiful state. I wandered as less than a shadow, surviving like a parasite by absorbing the life force of the unfortunate who crossed my path. But it ends today. Before sunset, Voldemort will be reborn, more powerful than ever, and to avenge myself, I will exterminate what remains of your cursed family. And then perhaps I will do you the honor of killing you.

Harry did not answer. He was too busy absorbing the horror of the situation and fighting against the pain that throbbed regularly in his scar. But that did not seem to bother the thing that continued its monologue.

You should thank me, you know. I will cleanse your lineage of the impure blood that taints it, as I did with mine.

Harry did not understand why the creature was telling him all this, but he thought that the more time it wasted talking, the better it was for him.

How did you get past the protections?

The fate of your parents should have made you understand that no protection can withstand Lord Voldemort. But I must admit they gave me quite a challenge. The old fool didn't do things by halves. Thanks to your mother's sacrifice and the protections he added, it was impossible for me to approach you or any member of your family. And even less to cast the slightest curse on them. Well, almost. As long as it wasn't aimed directly at you, there is one magic that the blood protection of your mudblood mother didn't stop: love potions.

The idea came to me after remembering that my favorite teacher regularly said that love potions were the most formidable. And there was another flaw: only your family and close ones were protected by your mother's blood.

I just had to make your cousin swallow a dose of love potion and subject the first kid he saw after drinking the potion to my will. Of course, I had to go very lightly, so as not to alert Dumbledore.

I then thought of using them to give you a Portkey. Unfortunately, I realized that even your cousin couldn't bring such an object to Privet Drive without triggering Dumbledore's alarms. So I asked my puppet to suggest an outing far from Privet Drive to that big pig of a Muggle. However, I had no idea he would choose an outing to Diagon Alley. This greatly complicated our plans. Not to mention that, at the same time, we had to secure that place. You can't imagine the complexity of the protection spells we had to deploy just to prevent the Trace from working.

The thing was going to continue, but the man with a turban abandoned his cauldron and declared to them.

Master, the potion is ready.

Finally. Start the ritual without delay. I am eager to get my body back.

Quirrell took the horrible creature and plunged it into the cauldron. The surface of the cauldron became as bright as a diamond. Harry prayed with all his might for the creature to drown. Then Quirrell raised his wand and said:

May the bones of the father, given in complete ignorance, bring his son back to life! The grave at his feet opened and the bones within plunged themselves into the cauldron.

The surface, shiny like a diamond, stirred and a long hiss escaped from it. Sparks flew in all directions and the liquid took on a bright blue color that resembled poison.

Letting out a faint moan, Quirrell pulled from under his cloak a long dagger with a fine silver blade that resembled those used for satanic rituals in the B-movies Dudley was so fond of. Sobs broke his voice as he uttered these words:

May the flesh of the servant given voluntarily revive his master.

He extended his right hand in front of him, then tightly gripped the dagger in his left hand and raised it above him.

Harry understood what he was going to do a second before he carried out his action. He closed his eyes, his eyelids tightly shut, but couldn't ignore the scream that tore through the night and pierced Harry as if he too had been stabbed. He heard something fall to the ground, then Quirrell's anguished panting, and finally a splashing noise that turned his stomach. Harry couldn't bring himself to reopen his eyes, but a glowing red light from the cauldron pierced through his closed eyelids...

Quirrell was moaning in pain, breathing heavily. It was only when he felt his breath on his face that Harry became aware of Quirrell's presence right in front of him.

May the blood of the enemy... taken by force... resurrect the one who fights it.

Harry struggled with all his might, but his efforts were in vain. He was tied up too securely. The moment he laid his hand on him, Quirrell let out a violent scream of pain and moved away abruptly.

This time he tried to take his blood without touching him, but Harry managed to grab the hand holding the knife. Immediately, he let out a scream of pain and the smell of charred flesh spread. Harry couldn't hold on for very long, but long enough for Quirrell's last valid arm to be reduced to ashes. A repugnant smell of burnt flesh that made Harry feel like vomiting spread.

But he stopped paying attention to Quirrell when he noticed that theThe knife had fallen not far from his hand. After long contortions, he managed to cut his bonds and observed the situation. Quirrell was groaning on the ground while a small pool of blood spread from his stump. He was no longer a threat.

Without thinking, Harry rushed to the cauldron and overturned it with a violent kick. Immediately, an inhuman scream echoed throughout the cemetery. Then a black smoke spread there. Harry was forced to breathe a large amount of it. But he didn't pay attention to it, because all of a sudden, he felt as if his scar was being seared with a white-hot iron. His screams of pain almost drowned out the inhuman screams coming from the cauldron.

Then after a while, he began to feel himself leaving. Something was pulling him outside of his body. It wasn't a physical sensation, but something indescribable happening inside him. As if his soul was being tugged. Exhausted, he let it happen and moved forward. He noticed that with each step he took, the pain diminished a little more and the fog grew thicker. He was more than willing to let it happen, but then in the distance, he thought he saw through some sort of veil Dudley and his biological parents shouting at him to resist. With difficulty, he obeyed and turned back. Each step was harder than the last, but each time, he found the strength to continue from the encouragement of his loved ones.

Finally, the sensation disappeared suddenly and the black mist vanished without a trace. Exhausted, Harry collapsed.