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"Dialogue"
'Thoughts'
$Parseltongue$
Chapter 11
Rituals
The sensation was difficult to describe, it was like spending your entire life having weights tied around your body without knowing and suddenly…the weights are off.
Harry's body has not changed on the outside, only his eyes seem to shine more brightly, and there was an aura around him that seemed to radiate power.
He has never felt like this, not even at the pinnacle of his life as the Dark Lord.
He could feel the magic flowing through his body. He extended his right hand and focused his magic there. He could almost see it concentrate on the palm of his hand. The sensation was intoxicating.
Once he regained his composure he started to think about his current state. 'This situation is strange indeed. An eleven-year-old wizard should not be this strong. Even with all of my knowledge and training. Even being the child of prophecy destined to be equal to Voldemort.'
He then recalled reading an old tome at the Zabini library. Lady Zabini claimed that it was her most valuable tome and that it was written by Herpo the Foul himself. The main theme of the book was souls. Herpo did a lot of research on souls because he believed they were the key to immortality. He also claimed that souls were the source of magic and some wizards were born more powerful than others because their souls were more powerful, somehow. He wasn't sure what made a soul stronger or weaker.
"I think I now understand what happened to me that Halloween night when I visited the Potters. At first, I thought that when I shot the killing curse at the boy, my consciousness or my soul ended up somehow inside the boy, like a possession. However my soul does not possess the body of Harry Potter, instead, the two souls somehow managed to merge together. The process must have taken years since I did not regain my wits until my fifth birthday. That means I truly AM Harry Potter and also I am Tom Riddle. The souls of two of the most powerful wizards of this generation united as one. That would explain it this."
After finishing his musings. He sat down and relaxed to calm his magic down. He was going to get started with the second reason to come to this room, rituals.
In his past life, he went a bit overboard with them, He could admit. He ended up losing his humanity and part of his sanity.
This time he has planned things better. He only needs to perform three rituals. Two of them will allow him to reach his physical peak and the last one will have to wait for a lack of materials.
The first ritual is going to improve his physical strength, flexibility, and speed, and it will continue to increase over the next few years until he reaches the pinnacle of what is humanly possible to achieve.
The second one will make his body more resilient. His bones will be harder to break, his skin will be harder to pierce, and will even gain some minor magical resistance.
The rituals took over six hours to complete and by the end, he passed out for another seven hours more. The rituals had exhausted both his body and mind.
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Harry woke up on the cold hard floor of the room. The place was a mess. There were residues of the materials used in the rituals, blood, and other things better not described. He was in dire need of a bath. But a Scourgify will have to do it for now.
He got dressed, stored all of his things, and made sure to clean the place properly. Not for decency but to avoid leaving evidence of what he has done here.
—-
He spent the next week barely leaving his room. He had two more things to do before attending Hogwarts but he wanted to recover properly.
After eating his breakfast, he went back to Gringotts to talk to his account manager.
He asked Griphook to provide a house elf for him. They are expensive, but having one would make his life a lot easier. He would not need to come to Diagon Alley so often, and he will also have someone to clean his room since he doesn't trust Petunia to do it.
Griphook told him that he will buy one for him and send the elf to his house.
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That afternoon Harry was alone in his room and decided that it was time to check on the Hufflepuff Cup. He took it out from the pocket dimension and placed it on the floor without touching it.
He waved his wand in front of it while muttering something to remove the curses he put on the cup many years back. After that was done, he started observing it. Then he picked it up.
"How is this possible? I can feel that it is still there but I don't feel any connection to my Horcrux anymore. It's like it belongs to someone else."
He pondered for a while. In the end, he decided that his soul must have changed too much after fusing with Harry so the fragments in the containers are no longer considered a fragment of himself, but it would be better to check the rest also, just to be sure.
"This also means…I am no longer immortal. I will need to be careful until I find another way to secure my life."
He has decided that he would never make Horcruxes again. Tearing apart your soul comes with a heavy price. Losing everything that makes you who you are…your mind. He was even more reluctant after confirming that the power of a wizard is also correlated to the strength of the soul.
No. He will find another way. He had plenty of time.
"But, no matter. I should still gather all of the Horcruxes again. After all, they are still mine, and maybe there will be some use for them."
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Two days later while he was reading a book on the couch, an elf popped up. Giving his aunt and uncle a good scare. His uncle was about to complain when Harry shut him up with a Silencio, and he seemed to get the message.
"Greetings master, this one is called Lorry." The elf was properly dressed and seemed to handle himself better than most elves. This was one of the requisites that Harry asked for. A properly trained elf, and preferably one that came from a lineage of dark families. Since those elves were going to be more comfortable with him.
After giving the elf look, he nodded in approval. "Yes, you will do. My name is Harry Potter as you probably know. I am your new master. Those over there." He pointed at the Dursleys. "Are my servants. I don't care what they tell you. You will only take orders from me. Is that clear?."
"Yes, master." The elf then gave a bow.
Vernon and Petunia suddenly stood up. Vernon tried to speak to no avail. Then Petunia said, "S-servants? What do you mean servants? we are your aunt and uncle, and we will not tolerate-." she suddenly was flown through the air until she crashed against a wall.
"YOU, still don't seem to understand your place. I have let you live all those years because you are useful to me, even though you are the worst kind of muggles, and that is saying something coming from me. And before you complain again, I remind you. Not only
I remember everything that you did to me since I was a baby and put in your care I also have seen what is in your mind. I what you had planned for my future. So don't play the family card with me now"
Petunia's face became pale with horror. "W-wait i-i"
He sighed, then removed his wand out of his pocket. "But, I am a patient person. So let me once again remind you, your place."
Vernon tried to get in between Harry and Petunia but Harry moved his wand and chains appeared out of nowhere and wrapped around his uncle.
He approached his aunt, who was now pale with worry and fear.
"H-Harry i-am sorry i-i" She tried to continue
"Ohh don't worry this won't take long. But it will be memorable…to YOU. CRUCIO"