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Prologue
Pyrrha stared at the reflection of Voldemort showing in the mirror of Erised. The man who had murdered her parents, who had condemned her to a life with the Dursleys and had tried to attack her in the Forbidden Forest.
“Kill her.” Voldemort ordered and without hesitation Quirrell rushed towards her. Easily knocking her down Quirrell proceeded to place his hands on her throat, choking the life out of her.
Unknown to Pyrrha but in her fear, terror and anger she unknowingly tapped into a power she didn’t know she had, a power deep within her. A pair of large wings burst out of her back and she reached for the hand around her throat, desperately trying to push the man off of her.
“Divide.” A powerful male voice seemed to emanate from her wings as Quirrel’s sagged and backed away from exhaustion, his hand crumbling apart as it felt like his body was burning alive. And then there was his exhaustion. It felt like his body was completely drained, even beyond the agony of his body burning. And his magic, it felt like a fraction of what it actually was.
“What is this magic?” He screamed in fear and pain as he watched his hand crumbling right in front of him as he barely managed to stay standing, feeling like he was going to collapse in exhaustion at any moment.
“Fool the stone, get the stone.” Voldemort hissed out in anger, and despite himself a small sliver of fear. He wasn’t like most of the wizarding world, he had travelled the world and encountered all manner of creatures and beings. In fact he was one of the few wizards who was actually aware of the existence sacred gears. And he knew what Divine Dividing meant.
Pyrrha acting on instinct and adrenalin rushed at Quirrel just as he made a lunge for the stone. Reaching up to grab his face. She didn’t know how it worked, but he couldn’t touch her and she used that to her benefit.
Quirrel let out a scream as he backed away from her, his scream of agony matched by Voldemort’s one of fury and before her eyes she saw his body literally crumple into dust, leaving only his wizarding robes.
Not able to keep looking at the remains of what had once been her defence against the dark arts teacher Pyrrha quickly managed to find something to take her mind off of the sight in front of her and that was the new wings coming out of her back. The wings looked nothing like what she would call wings, with them being white in colour, and feathers, if they could be called that, being blue and looked at if they were made out of glass.
Pyrrha looked at the weird wings coming out of her back, on reflex managing to make them flap slightly. “Cool.” She muttered to herself as she stared at the wings, wondering where they had come from. Was it some kind of transfiguration? Would she be able to fly without a broom? She really hoped that would be the case.
So distracted by her newfound wings Pyrrha didn’t notice the spirit of Voldemort rising up and rushing straight at her, only feeling intense pain.
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Albion raged in anger as his host collapsed into unconsciousness. Voldemort in his wraith like state was unable to seriously harm Pyrrha without a body, but that doesn’t mean he couldn’t cause her pain. Enough pain that had caused her to pass out.
Albion would admit that he had grown largely indifferent to many of his hosts lives over the centuries as many saw him as nothing more than a tool to further their own powers. Only a rare few had honestly gained his full cooperation and alliance. Whether this young girl would be one of them was waiting to be seen. But still the girl had lived a harsher life then most and this was something he could do for her.
Albion couldn’t help but give the draconic equivalent of a smirk towards the wretched, pitiful remnant of the dark wizard that was infecting his current host. He had been aware of the parasite infecting Pyrrha ever since the night her parents had been murdered but he hadn’t been able to do anything about it as the connection between him and his host wasn’t strong enough.
Now that the girl had managed to awaken Divine Dividing, the connection between them had been created, so he could now act and destroy that little parasite that Voldemort had left behind on the girl.
The pitiful creature looked up at him in fear but couldn’t even scream before Albion unleashed his power and reduced the parasite to oblivion, removing any harmful affects it was causing onto his host.
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Albus watched as Madame Pomfrey examined the unconscious Pyrrha Potter. Though not a trained healer by any means, he was old and experienced, and perhaps unrivalled in many aspects of magic, which included a large portion of healing spells. Pomfrey had already confirmed that Pyrrha was healthy, though she was baffled by the blood dripping from her lightning bolt scar on her forehead.
He remembered years ago when Minerva had asked about the scar and if there was anything he could do, and he said he could and would not do anything about it. And although that was the truth, it wasn’t the full truth.
Minerva, although a powerful and gifted witch was not experienced in the darker and more mystical aspects of magic like himself and had not been able to sense the dark magic clinging to the scar. Most would likely assume it was simply a remnant of surviving the killing curse, after all young Pyrrha was the first human to ever survive it, such a thing was obviously going to leave traces of dark magic.
But what Voldemort had done was leave more than traces. Pyrrha Lily Potter had been all but infected with dark magic. The dark magic left behind by Voldemort didn’t seem to be harming the young girl, in fact the protection left behind by Lily ensured that the dark magic was not causing any negative impact on the girl.
But it was because of the fact that Pyrrha was not in any immediate harm that Dumbledore did not attempt an exorcism and purge the dark magic from her. Exorcisms were risky and dangerous and for one so young he would have been risking Pyrrha’s life to attempt it. Instead confident that the protection left behind by Lily would keep her daughter safe, especially boosted by the fact that she would be living with her aunt which would no doubt strengthen the protection Lily left behind, Dumbledore had decided not to risk an exorcism.
At the very least not until he had more time to delve into what kind of magic Tom had been practising and learn what it was infecting Pyrrha. Unfortunately he had not had much luck either in determining how Voldemort had survived or what was infecting Pyrrha, after all Tom wasn’t called the darkest wizard in the modern age for no reason, regularly delving into practises even Gellert would never have touched. Dumbledore had plenty of theories but no actual facts.
But it now seemed that the point, at least regarding young Pyrrha had been rendered moot since the magic infecting her had been purged. How he had no idea, but he did have a budding theory. The magic Lily used to protect her daughter was still there, albeit weaker then he was expecting since Pyrrha had been living the last decade with Lily’s sister, and had been active when Pyrrha confronted Voldemort, saving her life and killing Quirrel in the process. Albus suspected that the confrontation with Voldemort had forced the magical protection into overdrive and had in the process purged the dark magic left behind by Voldemort.
What this meant for the prophecy Albus couldn’t even begin to imagine, besides it wasn’t like Tom if he got a body again was ever going to stop hunting Pyrrha, but she should be a little safer. Regardless Albus felt a weight lift off his shoulders now that the scar was nothing more than a normal scar.
“Well headmaster?” Madam prompfrey questioned. Although a trained healer, miss Potter’s scar was a complete mystery of to medi-witch. Which was to be expected for such a famous scar.
“It seems that there was some lingering magic left behind by Voldemort in the scar,” Albus began explaining and ignored Pomfrey’s flinch. “But the dark magic has now been purged leaving young Pyrrha unharmed.” He explained to her.
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Pyrrha was far from happy to be back on Privet Drive. Still a few comments to Dudley, conveniently overheard by her aunt and uncle about how a nice pair of pig ears would suit him well and she had so far a nice peaceful summer in which they ignored her. She really owed Hagrid a nice little gift for that idea.
Still her summer so far had been incredibly boring. She had sent letters to both Ron and Hermione but had not had anything in response yet. She was bored and lonely, but she didn’t want to complain. So far everything had been a paradise compared to last year. The Dursleys seemed content to ignore her existence, which was more than fine with her, she would gladly ignore the rest of them.
Pyrrha caught her reflection in the mirror and looked at herself. She had been told that she mostly looked exactly like her mother, most notably with her emerald eyes, however she had her dad’s jet black hair and her forehead was now almost completely bare, her scar almost completely faded.
A part of her was actually a bit disappointed about that. Growing up her scar had been the only thing about her appearance that she had actually liked, though her aunt constantly insulting her and calling her a freak certainly didn’t help. Though after learning what that she had earned the scar the dark wizard who had killed her parents she had grown to hate it.
Not to mention the pain it had caused her this last year because of Voldemort she was glad it was fading and that according to Dumbledore when she faced Voldemort her mother’s love had not only stopped Voldemort but also seemed to heal her of the cursed scar he had left her more then ten years ago.
In the privacy of her own Pyrrha focused, closing her eyes in concetration as she imagined the wings coming out of her back again and when she opened them and saw the white and blue wings that had first appeared during her confrontation with Voldemort, now showing in the reflection of the mirror, having learnt how to summon them even if she didn’t know what they were.
Pyrrha couldn’t really explain why she hadn’t told Professor Dumbledore or Ron and Hermione about the wings she could now grow at will. It almost felt like a sixth sense that she had to keep them secret for some reason she didn’t know. But regardless she had kept them a secret.
Pyrrha shuffled around on the spot trying to see if she could get them to flap and if they could make her fly, but the wings annoying remained stationary on her back, with no movement at all. After trying and failing to get anything done with the wings, she focused and willed them to disappear.
“I’m sorry girl,” Pyrrha told Hedwig who squawked in her cage. She wasn’t happy about Hedwig being stuck in the cage either, but unfortunately despite their fear of her, there was some things uncle Vernon was unwilling to bend on and that included Hedwig and was she reluctant to test her uncle and reveal that she wasn’t able to use magic outside of school.
After giving her owl a few treats Pyrrha went straight to bed.
Pyrrha dreamt of a world on fire. The world was around her looked like what she imagined the inside of a volcano would look like. And right in the centre of her dream was a dragon.
The dragon was massive. Far bigger then she imagined that a dragon could possibly grow, nor did it look anything like any kind of dragon she had learnt about in Hogwarts. She thought of the baby dragon Norbert. Could Norbert ever grow to this size? The thought terrified her actually.
The dragon was larger then she could imagine and had a pure white body with bright blue eyes looking like saphires and his head he had two golden horns on the top. Strangely enough she couldn’t help but notice that his wings and even large parts of its body including the neck seemed to be less covered in scales but instead feathers. But despite its massive size and the practical equivalent of oceans of fire around it she could only think one thing at the sight of the dragon.
“Beautiful.” Pyrrha whispered.
A large grumbling, gurgling noise emanated from the dragon and she stepped back slightly. Watching the way the dragon was trembling slightly as it made the throaty gurgling sound made her wonder. “Are you laughing?” She asked, though she didn’t expect a response.
The dragon opened its maw and expected a flame to devour her. “That’s the first time one of my partners has called me that. I found it amusing.”
“You can speak, what a weird dream.”
“You are not dreaming.” The dragon declared in annoyance. “I am the source of the power you used against Quirrell.”
“The wings that came out my back.” Pyrrha said in realisation causing the dragon to nod.
“The sacred gear that is the manifestation of my power and soul.” The dragon confirmed.
“But who are you?”
“I am Albion, the heavenly dragon of Supremacy.” The now named Albion declared proudly. “And you Pyrrha Lily Potter are the latest inheritor of my power.”
Suffice to say she had a lot of questions.
End of Prologue. Please review
Also to avoid any questions later on I’m going to address a few things here, particularly in relation to other characters. So honestly when I comes to Harry Potter a lot of characters are bashed to hell and back, and in some cases for very good reasons so I just wanted to address how these characters are going to be presented in this story.
This story will feature a manipulative but well meaning Dumbledore. He won’t be a kind grandfather figure but he also won’t be the evil headmaster, rather somewhere in between, leaning a bit back and forth depending on the situation.
As for Ron. Well Ron is far from my favourite character but I do think he is overbashed as he mostly stuck with Harry through thick and thin despite the dangers. Yes he was a jealous prat in fourth year but what 14 year old isn’t jealous and wants to be famous. As for seventh year when he left Harry and Hermione, well something a lot of fans overlook is how he was under the influence of Voldemort horcrux, which in my opinion he made up for by destroying said horcrux. So I’m pretty meh towards him but I don’t see the point of overly bashing him or the rest of the Weasley family though he won’t be a main character in this story. As for the rest of the Weasleys well Molly is overbearing but the only one I would say deserves bashing is Percy.
James Potter. I don’t deny he was a bully in school and he did torment Snape. However when push came to shove when Snape’s life was in danger he risked his own life to save him and he later gave his own life to try to save Lily and Harry. For me that makes up for being a bully when he was a teenager.
And speaking of Snape I absolutely hate Snape, by far my least favourite character who mistreats all his students not just Harry. You only need to look at Neville for that. Neville whose grandmother constantly demeans him in comparison to his father, whose parents were tortured into insanity by the Lestranges and whose great uncle dropped him from a building which would have killed him if not for accidental magic. But despite all of that his biggest fear is Severus Snape, that’s how bad his treatment of his students is. I do acknowledge that he is a lot more complicated than I’m making him out to be, but I don’t have any interest in exploring the layered complicated depths of his personality in this story.