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The Heir To Magic

The Heir To Magic updates every Friday. Hope you enjoy the story. I don't own Harry Potter. All intellectual property and characters belong to JK Rowling. ~~~Synopsis~~~ A baby boy is born on the night of September 1st, 1979. A child of an ancient magical house, one that hid itself from the wizarding world. The family that started it all, the ones that laid the foundations of magic for all. The story of this child is one of great adventure and sad tragedy. He's the last of his Pureblood and magic-founding family. This is the story of Alexander Aevum, the very last of the Aevum family.

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~~~(POV: Alexander Aevum)~~~

~~~(Location: Underground Corridor Leading To The Mirror Of Erised, Hogwarts)~~~

~~~(Date: May 31st, 1992)~~~

~~~(Time: 11:12 PM)~~~

The incredibly dark power I'm feeling from deeper ahead has my nerves on edge. Whatever Harry is dealing with, it's the evilest thing I've ever sensed before. The darkness is almost suffocating. Whatever's hidden down here, it's important.

As I continue walking forward, there is a scream from ahead. Two distinct voices calling out. One is from Harry, and the other is from a man. I don't know who. It's monstrous in the end.

The sound of Harry's voice cuts out, and the creature-like screaming continues to get louder and louder.

Closer and closer.

"RAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH!!!"

"Protego!!"

On instinct, I end my Lumos spell and throw up a Protego spell. While no harm comes from the front side of me, I'm thrown to the ground. I quickly stand up and look in the direction I came from.

There, in a ghostly smoke, is a face. Angry and pain-filled. I don't know who or what this is, but the danger is obvious. This is the source of evil I was feeling.

"Kill him..."

The whisper that brought me down here approaches from behind. I lift my hand and use one of the more powerful spells I know.

"Expulso!"

The angry and ravenous blue light that accompanies Expluso leaps from the front of my wand. Heading straight for the ghostly figure. Connection is made as the explosion knocks me several feet back. Further down the hall from where the creature came from.

As I stand up and dust off my clothes and clear my vision. I notice I've sustained some damage to my left shoulder. It's got rocks and metal embedded in my skin.

"Give me your body... I'll grant you limitless power... You have what I need..."

This time, I hear a raspy voice with apparent damage dealt. As the smoke and dust clear, the ghostly figure is moderately damaged from my attack. It approaches closer.

It wants my body... Like hell, it's getting my body!

"Confringo!!"

In an effort of self-preservation, I use one of my other spells for mass damage. As the magic has the desired effect, the mist-like being has dissipated.

"Stupid boy... I cannot die..."

Those are the last words I hear as the mist exits through a significant new opening I've made with the spells I've used in this relatively small hallway. I run up to the entrance and see the ghostly mist disappear into the connected cavern.

We're underground, so this probably leads to an exit. I wonder how many caverns like this exist under Hogwarts.

"What the hell was that thing..."

I've never seen or heard anything like it before. But right now, I've gotta focus on reaching where Harry's at. It's obviously been hurt by that thing. I rush down the hall and see light. My left shoulder throbs and bleeds with every step.

Eventually, I find a room surrounded by fire. On the other side of the wall of flames is an unconscious Harry. I lift my hand and prepare to extinguish the flames.

As I cast the spell, the fires calm down, and I descend the stairs. I place my hand on Harry's neck to ensure he's alive. He's got a pulse, and now that I know he's alive, I sit down on the steps next to him and relax a little.

"Over here..."

That same voice that led me down here makes itself known. My eyes look in the direction it came from, and The Mirror of Erised stands there. My eyes drift toward the bottom of the mirror, and a red gem is on the ground.

As I stand up and approach the mirror, it begins to shake like the last time I stood in front of it. Once I pick up the gem and give it a closer look. That's when I feel the magic power coming from it. It's unlike anything I've ever felt before.

The shaking of the mirror gets worse as cracks spread across it.

There...

Standing behind me...

It's tall... Very, very tall... A Lithe-like figure... Dark angel wings with long bony fingers...

I see this thing in the spiderweb cracks forming in less than half a second.

SKRAAACK!!!

The mirror breaks and the stone is in my hand. I place it in my pocket for the time being. Right now, I need to get Harry and the others out of this place.

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