Ch7.Little Harry

Voldemort smiled his terrible smile once again.... As Harvey heard those words, Harvey saw red..

For a moment, Harvey was so angry that he could not even reply, with his face dark and angry. Harvey moved towards Harry in a red rage.

"No," he said, choking on his rage.

Harvey pressed his lips together and fought to contain his rage. He rushed forward towards Harry.

Harry, meanwhile, came back painfully to wakefulness. He knew he was still bound by the creature. As the snake-like creature started squeezing the life out of poor Harry. He throbbed with pain and slowly a great chill spread towards Harry's heart. Somehow, he knew something worse was going to happen to him soon.

"Help me, help me," Harry cried out. "Someone, please help me."

Harry soon would have given into the pain. His breathing was shallow now. The struggle was getting too much for little Harry. Harry was feeling light-headed. Then Harry saw an abundance of bright lights coming towards him. Harry started feeling slightly warm. Little Harry felt something rise within him—it was hope.

Harvey knew something was wrong. As Harvey was holding little Harry, the child was silent in his agony. The child's breathing was getting more and more laboured as time passed. Then he heard the gut-wrenching plea from Harry to save him. "Please help me."

Harvey almost missed it due to how quiet and broken the voice was. It held neither power nor poise when the Dark Lord possessed the child. Just the voice of a little child.

Harvey was filled with a vast sense of helplessness. Not for the first time, he wondered what he was doing here and why he had come here. Why was he always too late to help? ...

Harvey could have lost himself in a world of 'What If's?" What good would it do to anyone? Instead, Harvey steadied himself, and his fury was on him, filling him with great strength. He gritted his teeth. He was not going to let the child die on him!

Not after everything this child went through fighting off the monster for so long... Harry has so much to look forward to. He deserved to live on just as any other child in the world... Just like his little Cathy.

As Harvey held Harry closer to him... He didn't see Harry anymore. In front of him was his little Cathy. His little angel

Nothing was going to stop him from trying to save this child. His will to save the child started manifesting around them.

Lightning flashed around them. Harvey's eyes turned aureate one last time with all of the power he was channelling.

Golden waves rushed from Harvey and went straight into Harry. Wave after wave bombarded Harry. Yet it did not hurt Harry. Harry looked quite peaceful, in fact.

Deep within Harry, the Dark Lord howled in pain as he kept being blased by the blazing waves. The creature thrashing around in pain as the darkness within it was burned , it could no longer bind little Harry.

Waves seemed to devour the creature and assimilate into something else.

Voldemort let out a scream riddled with pain, and he knew no more.

Any remnant of Voldemort within Harry was being cleansed by the overwhelming willpower of Harvey. The soul piece of the Dark Lord within Harry shattered for ever.

In a forest somewhere in Albania, The spirit of Lord Voldemort had a sudden feeling of loss. Did his horcruxes fail after all this time? No. His immortality was secure. He was still alive. Yet he knew something was wrong. Did someone find him? No. He went back and continued forcing himself, sleeplessly, endlessly, second by second, to exist.

The Dark Lord decided to possess some animals soon, preferably a snake. It felt a little better inside them than as pure spirit. But these animal bodies were poorly adapted to contain his enormous power, and his possession of them shortened their lives. But none of them lasted long enough.

Voldemort waited in the dark forest to regain his powers once again. As days passed to months, months to years, Surely one of his faithful servants would try to find him? The Dark Lord was losing his faith in his followers. But the Dark Lord's caution bore fruition after just a couple of years...

The creature that trapped Harry was decimated when the lights reached Harry. Voldemort was quite powerless to stop the assault, as he spent the majority of his own to wreck Harry. The pain and alarm vanished at once for Harry. Harry was soaked in wave after wave of energy from Harvey. Harvey felt like he was feeling less and less of himself. Should he stop? No, Harry was being healed from the viciousness of the Dark Lord. That was what mattered most to Harvey then.

And Harry took in everything Harvey sent his way.

By the time Harry roused himself painfully from his deep slumber, Harvey had already started to fade more and more as he channelled power into Harry.

For a moment, Harry wondered where he was, and just as suddenly, he remembered everything that happened to him. He was injured from the attack of the creature... Yet he felt better than ever, though...

Someone must have helped him. Harry noticed someone before him. Who was this? Harry wondered. Before Harry stood a man who had yellow markings all over him. Were those tattoos? It looked cool. He looked like a ghost, though. Was he a GHOST!?

Harry's panic must have shown on his face.

The man gave him a pleasant smile, which seemed to calm down Harry a bit.

"It's going to be alright now, Harry. It can't hurt you any  more."Harvey said it gently.

Some sort of light was still rushing into Harry from the person... The light seemed to make the pain lessen... The creature must have really hurt him, as he still felt some phantom pain.

The gentleman was fading away, though. Should he thank him?

The guy looked very different indeed, with golden eyes that seemed to glow sometimes. Harry has never seen that before. Who was he? He wanted to ask him.

Suddenly, the light that filled him seemed to lessen rather abruptly.

The man was almost invisible now.

"Are you okay?" Harry said it with a shy voice.

"I am. The truth  is... The man said kindly. Whatever the man said afterwards, Harry couldn't comprehend clearly. Man had faded away too much... He looked very peaceful, though.

The kind man shimmered brightly before him one last time, and the lights rushed into him.

Harry was momentarily blinded by the sudden brightness. He tried to shield his eyes.

When sight came back to him, Harry was surprised to see similar golden lines on his person ..... woww… Aunt Petunia would probably kill him if she saw this. He breathed easy, knowing it was all just a dream. It is all a dream, right? right??