Worthy Of Magic

Part 34 - Prophecy Realised

"Monster!" jeered a voice in the crowd.

The trial was underway and Harry sat, chained in the chair, trying to drown out the voice of his mother's screams.

The word monster is just a matter of perspective. Beings considered dangerous to humans are termed Monster. They are feared because they are stronger. Harry thought as laughter erupted in the Courtroom.

He never thought he would reach the point where he had no choice but to unleash the curse. He had always thought about doing it. He had planned to do it. It was his dream to see it unleashed. And now, when the moment had come, he realised he was only going to go through with it because his hand was being forced.

Andromeda was shouting something and Harry spotted Daphne defending him on the stands but their efforts meant nothing to him.

Right now, his mind struggled to purge the sight of his mother – pleading and begging for his life to be saved and shielding him from an evil man with snake like eyes and a cruel high pitched mocking voice.

Move aside silly girl.

His mother's pleading had a severe effect on his green. It began to pulse with dark energies and his breathing quickened. There was a dull ache in the centre of his chest.

The phoenix patronus made a pass around Harry and his thoughts returned to him. Harry glared at the dementors. He could see inside them and it was nothing. There was just a black hole that was hungry for magic. All around them magic was slowly drained into a void that felt like the antithesis of Harry's understanding of what he called the Void. To him, the void was comfort. The void inside the dementors on the other hand was terrible. When they focused their powers on him, he relived the worst memories of his life and the one scene that repeated over and over again was the evil man murdering his mother and then turning his wand on him.

You're the one destined to defeat me? The voice mocked cruelly at him.

Harry growled under his breath and closed his eyes. Focus, he commanded himself. But it was hard. He was feeling those emotions he had felt when the man from the forest had brought the green out of him. This time he wasn't going to let it control him.

The dementors got another shot and he saw the red hair of his mother shielding him from a monster. Her screams resonated in his ears and his head drooped as he clenched his jaws to try and block out the voice. It was of no use. He recognized the feeling in his chest as love. It had crippled him before. He was not going to let it take over him again.

The effect the dementors were having on Harry was not unnoticed by Dumbledore and a few others close enough to observe him.

Lord Voldemort noticed too as he seemed pleased. He stretched out with his mind and touched his enemies mind earning a startle from the old headmaster.

"Is it time Albus?" he asked in Albus's mind. "Is your little rebellion going to play attack now?"

Dumbledore tossed aside the touch of legilimency and calmly eyed Voldemort with disapproval. On the inside he was counting down the seconds. Voldemort was expecting an attack. Of course, he had planned ahead. Five more minutes and Amelia would bomb the telephone booth entrance sky high. It was time to see if muggle weapons of destruction were as dangerous as they sounded.

It was an open secret to all in the room. News had been filtering down from person to person since last December. The dark lord had returned. He had taken over the Ministry and planned to carve out a piece of Britain that witches and wizards could openly call home. It was a dream most purebloods had long given up on and the return of Voldemort sang the tune of an independent country united under a true pureblood wizard.