Legacy of Harry Potter

November 1994

Little Hangleton

When Harry reappeared, he found himself in a desolate place. the place was eerily calm and a sensation of chill could be felt in the surrounding.

It was a kind of circular opening with a weird atmosphere and an oppressive feeling. Even so, Harry was not perpetrated in the slightest as he was well aware where he was? The graveyard of Little Hangleton.

It had not been even a moment since Harry had landed in the graveyard when he sidestepped. A brown coloured spell whizzed past his face and struck one of the cemeteries behind him.

"So eager, are we Voldemort?" Harry chuckled.

He turned around to come face to face with a group of individuals. They were almost a dozen in numbers and everyone was dressed in the very well known death eater attire. Harry could spot the likes of Bellatrix and Peter in the group.

At the centre of the group, seated on a large wooden chair was the ugly child looking form of Voldemort.

"Harry…" screeched Voldemort in anger. "You knew of my plans."

Even in that ugly looking face without any distinct facial features, Harry could see the intense rage. Betrayal by one of his death eaters meant that Voldemort's most profound magic- the dark mark has been breached. And it was something that he could not bear.

Harry chuckled in response. His face showcasing a mocking expression on his face.

"You still ask this question?" He spoke.

"Did not your most loyal servant," he continued eyeing towards Bellatrix, "inform you about how I was able to infiltrate her vault?"

Voldemort' face contorted further and he screeched in rage.

"Harry Potter," he said. "You are too arrogant."

"Even after knowing my plans… you dare to come before me."

He laughed hysterically, "This is going to be your final day. Using you, I will mark my return in a new body. This is going to be your last day."

"The world will again kneel before my power… I will rule with everything at my feat," he continued his hysterical laugh.

Harry grinned at the little declaration.

"This force of yours will be insufficient, Voldemort," said Harry while his eyes narrowed towards one corner of the opening where he could feel the presence of more than 50 witches and wizards.

Voldemort was about to signal his death eaters to attack but Harry continued.

"Now that we are it," he said with a voice which was laced with excitement. "Why not let the whole world see our powers?"

With this Harry opened his palm and a small circular ring started to float from it.

Voldemort took a moment to realise what was happening and he roared in anger, "Stop that brat."

But alas! It was too late. The ring which was now floating in the air had expanded several folds and was encompassing the entire graveyard.

The death eaters of Voldemort nearer to him tried to whip their wands but the expanded ring gave a bright flash of white light blinding everyone for a moment.

Everyone felt an unique force pulling apart their bodies and in their momentarily blindness they felt the usual space tunnel one felt while using a portkey.

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November 1994

Hogwarts' Grounds

As soon as Harry vanished from the arena, a sudden murmur erupted in the crowd.

What had he said? what did it implied? This was what everyone was contemplating.

Dumbledore sitting in the judge's seat had his eyebrows raised and burrows furrowed in confusion.

Before much chaos could erupt in the crowd, three figures made a remarkable entry in the centre of the arena.

The three figures were Amelia Bones, Minerva McGonagall and Filius Flitwick.

Minerva McGonagall immediately proceeded towards the massive dragon while Amelia Bones and Flitwick stood where they were.

Madam McGonagall closed the distance with the dragon and stood in rapt focus in front of it. The entire crowd watched in stunned silence what she was about to do.

She raised her wand and pointed it towards the dragon and started gathering massive amount of magical power before she performed the spell.

What she was about to do was going to be one of the most extraordinary feats, she would have ever done in her life. Even someone as powerful as her took more than 2 minutes to gather sufficient magical power to perform the spell.

Then with a grunt a very dense of red light left her wand and struck the dragon at the centre of its right eye. Dragon's skin was magic resistance and thus any spell to be performed on them must be landed on its eye.

As soon as the spell struck the dragon, in front of astonished eyes of the crowd, the dragon began to transform and shrink in size.

Moments later the massive dragon was replaced by a small bird which was flapping its wing to fly way.

But before it could fly away, another spell left Minerva's wand and the bird was enclosed in an iron cage.

The cage was then levitated to one of the stupefied dragon handlers' standing close to the boundary.

Never in his life, he had thought that dragons could be handled in such a manner. But then again what Minerva did was practically impossible for almost 99 percentage of the wizards.

"The magic will be undone in 20 minutes," said Minerva snapping the handler out of his thoughts. "Take it away to its designated place."

The handler gave a nod of acknowledgement as he took hold of the cage and ran away in a specific direction.

Minerva then turned towards madam Bones and professor Flitwick who were hastily making alterations to the arena.

Harry Potter could be back at any moment.

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