Broken Mind Fractured Soul

Prologue

NOT MY OWN STORY

There is more to Harry Potter than meets the eye. For most of the wizarding world, he is the savior; the one who defeated the Dark Lord. Others see him as a celebrity, a star followed by fame. A few hate him as their enemy, their downfall. A few people see a growing up teen when they watch Harry Potter. A few others see a friend. Everyone sees something different when they look at whoever bears the lightning bolt scar. Is it any wonder Harry is as divided on the inside as it appears on the outside?

Let me start at the beginning and shatter the illusions to reveal the truth of the story you have all heard. Listen and I will reveal what is really happening behind those emerald green eyes and tell the real story behind the young orphaned wizard who is destined to save us all.

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Godric's Hollow was a beautiful home filled with warm woods and soft red and gold furnishings. It reminded most people of soft fire and autumn leaves; happy things. It was Halloween. Smiling, James looked at the wizard photos she had taken throughout the afternoon. He and Lily were dressed up as pirates and Harry was dressed as a kitten. They played games, laughed and had a wonderful time.

"I like this one." James grinned, brown eyes warm with delight as he looked over at his wife.

Lily took the picture and laughed. In it, she rocked Harry. The baby was lying on her back with both arms stretched out to slap streamers she had decorated the dining room with after Halloween. She could almost hear her son's beautiful laugh as the boy in the picture smiled and tried to snatch the wiggling streamers.

"I think that's for the best." Lily picked up the one where James was sitting at the table, a bite of what appeared to be custard halfway to his mouth when suddenly a handful of mashed potatoes flew across the frame and fell right over James' right eyes landed.

"He's good aim, isn't he." James smiled lovingly.

"Just goes to show you can't refuse a kid Halloween candy." She kissed him warmly and his large hands tangled in her long red hair. "I'll put him in his bed. I'll be right back downstairs."

"Better be quick," James answered harshly, watching his young wife leave the room.

She blew him a kiss over her shoulder and carried her baby upstairs to the nursery. Harry didn't move as his mother laid him gently on his bed or as she pulled his soft cotton blanket around him. Lily watched her son sleep peacefully for a few moments before she leaned down and planted a warm kiss on his black silky hair.

Stiffening, she straightened and tensed. Something was wrong. Lily crept to the nursery door. She could hear curses, laughter, and then silence. Her green eyes widened. Somehow they were found and their shields knocked down unbeknownst to them! Panicked, she slammed the door and locked it before hurrying over to the cot. Harry was startled by her quick movements and started screaming.

Lily soothed him, twirling her wand around him as she murmured under her breath. One minute, two. She was almost done. The nursery door was forced open and screams erupted from below, making Harry cry louder. The Dark Lord laughed, red eyes bright with delight. Lily held Harry tight and flashed back tears as she listened to James being tortured.

"I thought your esteemed husband would put up a better fight. My loyal followers had him down in ten minutes."

"We many are down there?" she spat. "Fifty?"

He laughed. "No. More like twenty-two. Maybe I overdid it? I hope there's enough of him to make the rounds. They all want to have some fun."

"Bastard. you won't win You will be hunted down." Lily promised. Her husband's screams stopped ominously as soon as she finished speaking.

"Crucio." Voldemort hissed.

He watched, smiling sweetly as the woman convulsed in screaming agony but still refused to let her child go. The boy's screams grew more desperate, green eyes wild with fear as his mother hugged and shook him. He flicked his wand and the pain stopped; made her gasp, huddled over her baby.

"I feel generous. I will let you live so you can spread word of my power. go Run to your master. I'm sure Albus will comfort you. Away with you."

"No," Lily croaked, still shaking from the pain. "I won't let you kill Harry.

"The boy will die tonight. You don't have to die with him. Go, stupid woman. You can always have more," he purred, stepping closer to them.

"No! Please," Lily sobbed now, the pain in her body eating up the shock in her head. "Not Harry!"

"Avada Kedavra," Voldemort said almost lazily, and the woman fell dead on her side, the child lying beside her, still cradled in her limp arms.

The Dark Lord grimaced and raised his wand. Harry had gone silent, his eyes wide and fearful. The Dark Lord repeated the words of Death and poisonous green light shot through the air. At the same time, the death spell that Lily had cast just seconds before the Dark Lord entered the room activated. The white of the sacrificial magic joined the blue magic thrown reflexively by the powerful, magical child. Green hit the other two spells with a huge concussion as the rejected chaotic magic hurled back at its caster, violently ripping him from his body.

But a sliver of green had gotten through the white and blue shield and licked at the child's head, cutting it. The innocent boy cried out in pain worse than the body could know as that insidious darkness buried itself within him, binding itself to his soul. Disgusted, Harry rejected that part of himself and sliced ​​it away from his conscious mind, breaking off a piece of his own soul to walk away from.

As Godric's Hollwo's collapsed under the explosion of power within its walls, Harry lay unconscious in his dead mother's arms. Deep inside, vile darkness combined with the sliver of the rejected soul and became something new, something different. It was small compared to the rest of Harry's mind and so was locked away in a deep sleep in his subconscious mind.