I don't know much about Harry potter but could he have made it four pennies do he would have trouble finding them and suspect that there was only one penny?
Wouldn't anyone? If you had to KILL someone so you could SPLIT YOUR SOUL IN TWO so that you could CONQUER DEATH ITSELF, you would want the object you put part of your SOUL in to be.... shiny, at least, wouldn't you?
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· 9 years ago
I always like to think of the American wizards and their version of Voldomort making horcruxes out of the declaration of independence.
hold on. he couldn't have made it harry and Lilly's grave because he 'died' when they died! He didn't wait around until they had buried both the parents. Voldemort lost him body, minutes after James and Lily died. And in those minutes james and lily were dead in the floor :'(
5. A used tissue.
6. He could go into the Forbidden Forest, and make some random stick a Horcrux. Hell, that would have been his first one, while he was still at Hogwarts!
7. One of his socks.
I've always wondered why when Harry was fighting the giant snake in the chamber of secrets why the tooth he got stabbed with didn't kill the horcrux in him.
Voldemort himself had to kill Harry, except it wouldn't kill Harry, but the horcrux . It had to be a suicide by Voldemort otherwise both Harry and the horcrux would have died.
Lilly and James also owned a cat. As a baby, when the Killing Curse rebounds onto the only other soul, that which was the baby, when Lord Voldy kills Lilly. Harry, that is. How did, a piece of it not latch onto the cat too? Making Harry AND the cat, horcruxes?
They appeared, and, for a brief moment, Harry hoped that they had come to the wrong place. But no, he could see the ruins of the cottage and, beyond, graves stretching into the distance. He walked forward, hardly seeing Hermione's shudder. Ron started to follow, but Harry shook his head.
"Please. Let me do this one." Ron opened his mouth, then closed it and nodded. Hermione reached into her beaded bag and pulled out the Sword of Gryffindor. She passed it to Ron, who handed it solemnly to Harry, then walked to Hermione and stood by her as Harry continued forward.
Each step seemed an eternity, yet all too soon Harry arrived at the place he had been dreading, to do what he dreaded: destroy his parents' grave. He stood looking at it for a while, then knelt down next to it, setting the sword aside for the moment.
"Hello, Mum. Dad. I honestly cannot believe I have to do this." He paused, and shook his head. "I suppose he thought it was poetic justice. I'm so sorry."
He stood and picked up the sword. The little confidence he had wavered, and he turned his head to where Hermione and Ron were waiting. Hermione waved to him, and he smiled as Ron sent him the thumbs up. He had to do this. For their sakes. For ALL their sakes. He turned back to the grave.
"I love you. I'm so, so sorry." He lifted the sword above his head, point down.
"Goodbye." And he plunged the sword down into the earth next to the headstone, all the way down to the jewelled hilt.
The by-now familiar screech exploded out of the grave, and the earth began rumbling under his feet. He pulled the sword out and started running back to Ron and Hermione. He heard a BABOOM, but didn't look back until he reached his friends. Only then did he turn.
The grave was gone, leaving a crater six feet across.
PETRIFICUS TOTALLUS! *swishes wand* *light explosion towards hexy* ACCIO COFFIN! INCARCERUS! INCENDIO! WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA! DEPULSO! *multicoloured spells explode through the air* *thunk as body drops to the floor* *coffin smashes through window* *body is bound inside coffin* *coffin is bound from the outside* *ropes catch alight* *coffin lifts into the air* *coffin shoots out of window at a blinding speed into the distance*
Hexy steps out from the shadows, smoking a clove cigarette, staring at the coffin speeding off into the distance. He steps up next to Enigma, leans over, and whispers "that's not how magic works, you silly prat." He then slides the knife in between Engma's fourth and fift ribs, puncturing the lung and severing a bunch of rather important blood vessels along the way.
When Enigma topples over, unable to breathe, Hexy casts - you may have seen this coming - a hex over the writhing body, promising the soul contained within to his dark master in exchange for power. Enigma vanishes with a scream that rends more than the night air, more than the dimensional barriers. Hexy stubs out the remains of the cigarette in the ashes of Engima and lights a new one. He notices Harry, Ron and Hermione standing nearby. He chuckles and walks over.
He looks at their wands and shakes his head. "Magic doesn't need a foci. It just needs you."
Now the real question, Hexy thought to himself as he sauntered over to the pub, was who's body was creating a air traffic disaster over the skies of northern England. He shrugged. It wasn't his problem.
(...... Wow. I- wow. You- what- no. Morelli. Grab my wand, would you.)
Enigma's wand rolled forlornly out of the ashes to land by Morelli's feet, cold.
Enigma herself... could feel nothing. But only for a second, and then blinding pain exploded and richocetted over what was left of her soul, as it twisted and squirmed in the grasp of an unknown entity. But then a wrench as the fold of the universe bent and she was rocketed far away. Blackness washed over her, siffoning her escence into a softly glowing form that looked like her body, and she gagged as she saw the black, pulsing object on the table.
"Hello again." she whispered to her horcrux. "I didn't think I'd be seeing you for a while." Picking it up and tucking the now-normal vessel into the folds of her coat, she pulled her hat brim low and stuck her hands in her pockets. With a crack, she apparated behind Hexy and grabbed the scruff of his shirt, hurling him back against the wall.
The energy left over from the horcrux made it easier to crack a fist across his face, then pull him down to her height and whisper,
"This was a Harry Potter post." She pulled him closer again. "Magic comes in many different forms and you disrespected Lily and James Potter on a Harry. Potter. Post. Now grow up, respect other fandoms, run along to your dark master and don't mess with Potterheads on their posts." She drove a knee up to hit him where it hurt, and grabbing the knife that had ended her previous life, she apparated back to where Morelli was looking dazedly at her wand.
"Hi, old friend." she murmured, and his head snapped up. She stuck out a hand. "They can't clear us out just yet. My wand, if you please?"
Wiping the small trickle of blood from his chin, he begins laughing. And then laughing. "Oh, for fuck's sake," he cackled. You thought I was desecrating their graves, you unobservant, childish pretender? Either get your eyes repaired, get glasses or simply learn to read!"
Hexy straightens up, wincing a bit from the kick to the crotch. "Nice kick, honey. I suspect your Mom is going to be upset if she can't get a good rogering tonight."
Hexy walks over to Enigma, who stares defiantly at Hexy. "Rule 34 applies," he said, tilting his head at the fangirl in sympathy, "to the post that Lovelytits posted. I wasn't suggesting that anyone sex up the corpses of Harry's Mum and Da."
"And this," he says, snatching the wand out of Enigma's hands and lightly holding it on the palm of his hand, "is a prop. a crutch. Weak-willed magicians require a focus for their magic to work. Mages, on the other hand, need nothing but the propoer knowledge and the force of their will."
Hexy's eyes glow dully green for a moment. The wand rises slowly from his palm and glows briefly before falling into ash, core and all.
"Harry Potter was influenced by DC's Books of Magic, and Harry himself by Tim Hunter. As well, Susan Cooper's Dark is Rising series is blatantly stolen from, as is the character of Will Stanton." All Harry Potter is, Hexy says as his silver knife disappears from Enigma's pocket to his hand, "is a clever marketing scheme to sell children on the idea that magic is a teddy bear. A packet of crisps with a pretty label. Its plot is derivative and easily foiled.
"And the love triangle?" Hexy laughs before walking away. He calls over his shoulder, "Twilight had a better one, and Twlight was awful."
Hexy fades into the night with an echoing laugh.
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· 9 years ago
*sitting here in awe because of all the effort these two have put into a comments story*
Enigma looked down at the remains of her wand. Waving a hand, it rose back to form it's previous shape, though tarnished. But instead of raising it, she stuck it in her back pocket.
"There wasn't a love triangle- Not really, anyway. As for J.K. Rowling's 'Plagarism' she states she had the idea for the books on a train." Enigma shrugged helplessly. "I was only trying to vouch for the honour of Lilly Potter, nee Evans, who WITHOUT a wand, in her dying breath, was able to cast a protective enchantment over her son simply by love and dedication alone. Which is something to be proud of, I should think." She pushed off the table she had been leaning on, and stood. "As for the magic, can't everyone chose their own dicipline? Certainly mages do not REQUIRE a wand, but wizards and witches can control their magic in a much safer and complex way. And besides." She stamped her foot and the entire building exploded around her. When the flames had settled down, she looked to Morelli's shocked form.
Hexy put the pint of dark down and looked out the window in the direction of the flames in the near distance. How that girl could make the outdoors flame up like that was anybody's guess. Ordering another pint, he ventured that certain people should be allowed to play with fire. He chuckled and lit up another cigarette from the end of the last one.
"Oi you," said the barkeep. "There's no smoking in here. Rules is rules, innit."
Hexy considered him for a moment, and blinked hard, wriggling his nose. Every piece of cutlery in the room flew around the room to hover over various parts of the barkeep's body. The room grew quiet.
"I imagine there's a 'no stabbing repeatedly' rule, too...innit? Let's both overlook one rule breaking to prevent another. It's been a hell of a day."
The barkeep, pale as wet oatmeal, nods carefully. With a blink from Hexy, the knives, forks and some dodgy spoons clatter to the floor. The conversation at the bar returns to normal.
All was well.
Enigma was a pretty good sport about it, even though I kinda ripped her a new one. I kinda despise fanfic, which is an unpopular idea here. I believe you can make something new. That's what inspires new ideas, right? Even the character I used was pretty derivative, though (John Constantine, from the *comics*, not the bloody awful show).
I tried to be a good sport. The first version I typed I had me using the cruciatus curse on you. And then I retyped it. Because that's just a horrible thing to do. And then you burnt my wand to a pile of ashes... (Ouch) but your writing was good. :) Sorry I sounded like a bit of a try-hard, I'm usually a calmer character. You're allowed to despise fanficiton, I understand why some people would. I was planning on getting into the show soon actually, Constantine that is- should I avoid it?
6. He could go into the Forbidden Forest, and make some random stick a Horcrux. Hell, that would have been his first one, while he was still at Hogwarts!
7. One of his socks.
"Please. Let me do this one." Ron opened his mouth, then closed it and nodded. Hermione reached into her beaded bag and pulled out the Sword of Gryffindor. She passed it to Ron, who handed it solemnly to Harry, then walked to Hermione and stood by her as Harry continued forward.
Each step seemed an eternity, yet all too soon Harry arrived at the place he had been dreading, to do what he dreaded: destroy his parents' grave. He stood looking at it for a while, then knelt down next to it, setting the sword aside for the moment.
"Hello, Mum. Dad. I honestly cannot believe I have to do this." He paused, and shook his head. "I suppose he thought it was poetic justice. I'm so sorry."
"I love you. I'm so, so sorry." He lifted the sword above his head, point down.
"Goodbye." And he plunged the sword down into the earth next to the headstone, all the way down to the jewelled hilt.
The by-now familiar screech exploded out of the grave, and the earth began rumbling under his feet. He pulled the sword out and started running back to Ron and Hermione. He heard a BABOOM, but didn't look back until he reached his friends. Only then did he turn.
The grave was gone, leaving a crater six feet across.
*gross sobbing*
When Enigma topples over, unable to breathe, Hexy casts - you may have seen this coming - a hex over the writhing body, promising the soul contained within to his dark master in exchange for power. Enigma vanishes with a scream that rends more than the night air, more than the dimensional barriers. Hexy stubs out the remains of the cigarette in the ashes of Engima and lights a new one. He notices Harry, Ron and Hermione standing nearby. He chuckles and walks over.
He looks at their wands and shakes his head. "Magic doesn't need a foci. It just needs you."
Enigma's wand rolled forlornly out of the ashes to land by Morelli's feet, cold.
Enigma herself... could feel nothing. But only for a second, and then blinding pain exploded and richocetted over what was left of her soul, as it twisted and squirmed in the grasp of an unknown entity. But then a wrench as the fold of the universe bent and she was rocketed far away. Blackness washed over her, siffoning her escence into a softly glowing form that looked like her body, and she gagged as she saw the black, pulsing object on the table.
"Hello again." she whispered to her horcrux. "I didn't think I'd be seeing you for a while." Picking it up and tucking the now-normal vessel into the folds of her coat, she pulled her hat brim low and stuck her hands in her pockets. With a crack, she apparated behind Hexy and grabbed the scruff of his shirt, hurling him back against the wall.
"This was a Harry Potter post." She pulled him closer again. "Magic comes in many different forms and you disrespected Lily and James Potter on a Harry. Potter. Post. Now grow up, respect other fandoms, run along to your dark master and don't mess with Potterheads on their posts." She drove a knee up to hit him where it hurt, and grabbing the knife that had ended her previous life, she apparated back to where Morelli was looking dazedly at her wand.
"Hi, old friend." she murmured, and his head snapped up. She stuck out a hand. "They can't clear us out just yet. My wand, if you please?"
*hands over wand*
Hexy straightens up, wincing a bit from the kick to the crotch. "Nice kick, honey. I suspect your Mom is going to be upset if she can't get a good rogering tonight."
Hexy walks over to Enigma, who stares defiantly at Hexy. "Rule 34 applies," he said, tilting his head at the fangirl in sympathy, "to the post that Lovelytits posted. I wasn't suggesting that anyone sex up the corpses of Harry's Mum and Da."
"And this," he says, snatching the wand out of Enigma's hands and lightly holding it on the palm of his hand, "is a prop. a crutch. Weak-willed magicians require a focus for their magic to work. Mages, on the other hand, need nothing but the propoer knowledge and the force of their will."
"Harry Potter was influenced by DC's Books of Magic, and Harry himself by Tim Hunter. As well, Susan Cooper's Dark is Rising series is blatantly stolen from, as is the character of Will Stanton." All Harry Potter is, Hexy says as his silver knife disappears from Enigma's pocket to his hand, "is a clever marketing scheme to sell children on the idea that magic is a teddy bear. A packet of crisps with a pretty label. Its plot is derivative and easily foiled.
"And the love triangle?" Hexy laughs before walking away. He calls over his shoulder, "Twilight had a better one, and Twlight was awful."
Hexy fades into the night with an echoing laugh.
"There wasn't a love triangle- Not really, anyway. As for J.K. Rowling's 'Plagarism' she states she had the idea for the books on a train." Enigma shrugged helplessly. "I was only trying to vouch for the honour of Lilly Potter, nee Evans, who WITHOUT a wand, in her dying breath, was able to cast a protective enchantment over her son simply by love and dedication alone. Which is something to be proud of, I should think." She pushed off the table she had been leaning on, and stood. "As for the magic, can't everyone chose their own dicipline? Certainly mages do not REQUIRE a wand, but wizards and witches can control their magic in a much safer and complex way. And besides." She stamped her foot and the entire building exploded around her. When the flames had settled down, she looked to Morelli's shocked form.
"Oi you," said the barkeep. "There's no smoking in here. Rules is rules, innit."
Hexy considered him for a moment, and blinked hard, wriggling his nose. Every piece of cutlery in the room flew around the room to hover over various parts of the barkeep's body. The room grew quiet.
"I imagine there's a 'no stabbing repeatedly' rule, too...innit? Let's both overlook one rule breaking to prevent another. It's been a hell of a day."
The barkeep, pale as wet oatmeal, nods carefully. With a blink from Hexy, the knives, forks and some dodgy spoons clatter to the floor. The conversation at the bar returns to normal.
All was well.
*this is so compelling to read*