Harry Potter, Sovereign - Chapter 1

Summer 1995. Usually, youngsters would enjoy themselves during that period. Not for a certain black haired, emerald eyed young man named Harry Potter. It had been a few weeks since he came back from his boarding school of magic, Hogwart. This year had been his 4th year, and ended up being the worst of them all.

He was forced into a deadly tournament reserved for witches and wizards of age, the majority of people though he was an attention-seeking seeker, and he had to face deadly challenges during the year. At the end of the final challenge, he not only witnessed the murder of a friendly rival, but also the revival of his parent’s murderer, using his own blood as component. Nobody except a selected few believed him when he warned them of his return.

After coming back from the magical world, he has been stuck at his hated relatives place, isolated from those who could support him, with no informations about what was going on. He was getting sick of how he was treated, by both his relatives and allies.

He was in the park near his relative’s home. It was too hot to stay in the house, and he really didn’t want to be near his relatives. But with his bad luck struck again. His cousin Dudley and his gang found him and harassed him. Again. Dudley mocked him about his nightmares of Cedric Diggory’s death. Harry’s gaze turned cold, and his whole presence screamed menace, enough to make Dudley and his goons uneasy. Enough for Dudley to send them away, ahead of him.

Things were still tense between Harry and Dudley. Even though he was worried about Harry using magic, he didn’t want to back down in front of him. That when things went from bad to worse. The sky, who was originally clear, quickly got cloudy, and the temperature dropped. Both Harry and Dudley felt chills running down their spines, and stopped focusing on each other to observe their surroundings.

“Dudley, get out of here…”

Harry soon recognised the feeling. He had been attacked by the creatures 3 times during his 3rd year at Hogwart. Without really thinking about it, he had drawn his wand. Unfortunately, Dudley wasn’t used to the dementor’s aura, and started panicking.

“What are you doing?? Stop it! Make it stop!!”

Seeing Harry with his wand out, he mistakenly though he was using his magic, and attacked him. Because of the circ.u.mstances, neither could properly move. Dudley triped and crashed into Harry. The later couldn’t react fast enough, and both went down in a tangle of bodies.

Crack!

Harry didn’t just hear it. He also felt it. The magical focus used by all witches and wizards, the tool without which he couldn’t perform magic, his ID as a wizard, and his only weapon against the soul s.u.c.k.i.n.g creatures attacking them, had been broken. He numbly lifted his head, and saw the 2 dark creatures drifting toward them.

As the dementors got closer, Harry snapped.

Many things happened to Harry during his life, from the night his parents died to the dark ritual he was forced to take part in. His being has been affected by differents magical effects with profound consequences. And it had come to a peak at that moment.

He wanted something to happen. Anything, to save him from those creatures. His magic reacted to his d.e.s.i.r.es. His d.e.s.i.r.e for help and protection, and his long time d.e.s.i.r.e for acceptance and affection. His magic surged out of his body in a powerfull invisible schockwave that blasted the soul suckers away. A faintly glowing circle with a 6 points star inside appeared on the ground, with Harry at the center. The star was composed of a red triangle and a purple one.

Their corners glowed brightly, and figures could be discerned within the glows, seemingly materialising by absorbing the light particles from the glow. They formed humanoid females shapes, which turned out to be women of in differents outfits, with differents equipments. They gazed at each others quickly, but their eyes ended up resting on Harry, who had collapsed on his front. They reacted as one, rushing toward him with worried expressions on their faces.

“””Master!!””” “””Summoner!!”””

They all stopped short of reaching him, and looked at each other again. But before they could talk to each other, the aura of dread and despair envelopped them. 3 of the 6 women dropped to a knee, severly affected by the dementor’s aura. All of them gazed at the approaching creatures.

“What the hell are those?” asked one of the women to noone in particular.

“Dementors…” Harry replied weakly.

He didn’t know what happened during his accidental magic discharge, but he knew the women around him were there for him. He also knew that only one spell worked against them, and since they didn’t recognise the creatures, they couldn’t know the spell. He wouldn’t let them lose their souls for trying to help him. Since he somehow used magic earlier without his wand, he would have to do it again, to save them. In his semi-lucid state, he poured all his feelings and as much magic as he could in his wand arm and raised it.

He didn’t see the result, as his vision grew very dark. He felt extremely weak, and all his other senses were numbed. He didn’t see the near solid stag bowling over the 2 dementors. He barely perceived their screams of pain and terror. He didn’t see one of them being impaled by the antlers, and struggling before freeing itself and fleeing while leaving a thin trail of black fog.