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Harry Potter and the Silent Guardian

Harry Potter AU A young man from our world wakes up as Harry Potter but with a big twist. He's not the famous 'Boy Who Lived'; that's his younger brother, Charles Potter. Armed with memories from his past life and all the Harry Potter stories he knows, he faces a magical world that's both familiar and full of surprises. This Harry is on a secret mission, using his knowledge to quietly change things from behind the scenes. It's a story about a hidden hero, making big moves, in a magical world full of adventures and challenges. Release Frequency - 1 Chapter/Day Disclaimer - I do not own the characters and the plot of the Harry Potter Universe. Support my work at - https://www.patreon.com/TalesByJaz

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Chapter 33: “The Purification Ritual”

The Purification Ritual was a rare and ancient ritual that promised to cleanse any lingering dark injuries in his body. This formidable ritual was seldom performed, deterred not only by its need for costly materials but also by the stringent condition that it be performed before a child's seventh birthday—when a magical core begins its initial stabilization—and the severe pain it delivered to its subject.

The ritual delved deep into one's blood aimed to delve into the participant's bloodline, awakening long-lost magical abilities and purifying the individual's magic and physical wounds.

Cordelia, with a grave expression, outlined the risks involved. "Harry, undergoing this ritual can be incredibly painful. It's been known to push many children to the brink of insanity or worse. I believe in your strength to endure it, but the choice must be yours." she cautioned, emphasizing the gravity of the choice before him.

Undeterred by the potential dangers, Harry saw the ritual as an opportunity to unlock his latent magical powers and rid himself of any lingering darkness within his magic or deep injuries inside his body. Confident in his adult mind and robust physical condition, he consented to undergo the ritual.

The ritual was scheduled for the night preceding Harry's seventh birthday, a time imbued with magical significance. In the heart of Cordelia's garden, under the watchful gaze of the stars, a runic circle had been meticulously drawn, setting the stage for the ceremony.

With Cordelia's expertise in ritual magic guiding them, and Emma providing assistance, the stage was set. Harry, donned in garments woven from the silk of magical silkworms—a material known for its enchantment-conducting properties—took his place at the circle's center.

As dusk melded into night, anticipation electrified the air. Cordelia commenced the ritual with a commanding incantation, her voice resonating with power. Harry, attempting to remain composed, focused intently on his breathing, steeling himself for what was to come.

As the chant filled the air, Harry felt a subtle vibration of magic under his skin, a prelude to the ritual's power. The runes around him, each a conduit of ancient magic, began to shine, their light growing in intensity, reflecting the energy Harry contributed.

The moment the ritual reached its peak, a radiant light enveloped Harry, isolating him in a sphere of pure magical force. Positioned in meditation, he tensed, awaiting the onset of pain that was to mark the ritual's progression. 

Then, without any forewarning, an excruciating pain erupted throughout his body, as if his blood were aflame. Harry clenched his teeth, forcing himself to endure the agony. He focused on the purpose of the ritual – the awakening of dormant bloodline traits and the cleansing of his magical core.

As the pain reached its peak, encompassing every cell in his body, Harry felt a sense of purification sweeping through him. Despite his formidable willpower, the intensity of the ritual soon overwhelmed him, and he succumbed to unconsciousness.

When Harry awoke, it was still nighttime. The magical circle on the ground had faded, and Cordelia and Emma were right there with him, smiling widely, relieved and happy. Harry still felt some pain, but it was mixed with a feeling of being completely refreshed and renewed.

"Harry, you made it through," Cordelia said, her voice full of pride. "The ritual was a complete success."

Harry slowly got to his feet, feeling a newfound strength and vitality coursing through him. His skin felt rejuvenated, and his senses seemed heightened. His eyesight was also completely fixed. He did not need to wear glasses any longer. 

Harry then quickly changed into his everyday clothes and looked at his reflection in the mirror. He noticed subtle changes – his green eyes were more vibrant, and there was an indefinable quality to his aura that spoke of powerful magic.

"Try to see if you have any new magical abilities," Emma suggested excitedly. "Your family has a strong magical heritage."

As Harry experimented with his newfound abilities, he discovered a partial Metamorphmagus talent, inherited from his Black great-grandmother. The ability to alter his appearance, though limited to just the face, was a remarkable gift.

Harry had pondered the possibility of possessing such power, aware of the fan theories suggesting that even canon Harry might have harbored a latent version of this skill. The discovery of being a partial Metamorphmagus filled him with excitement for its potential applications in the future.

Additionally, Harry sensed a profound connection to his magic, a gift flowing through the veins of the Potter family. This natural ease with magic made every spell feel more intuitive, promising a smoother journey in mastering magical arts.

Cordelia explained that the ritual had unlocked these latent abilities and purified his magical core, making the flow of magic within him smoother and more potent.

"I feel different," Harry remarked, a sense of awe in his voice. "Like I've tapped into a part of me that I never knew existed."

In the days following the ritual, Harry got to know about more changes. His physical strength and agility had also improved significantly. Movements that once required effort were now fluid and effortless. His mind, too, felt sharper, more attuned to the nuances of Occlumency and Legilimency.

In the tranquility of the evening, as Harry stood on the lawn of his mountain home, he reflected on the profound transformation he had undergone through the Purification Ritual.

It was a tough experience but ultimately enriching, unlocking powers he hadn't known he had and healing old wounds.

The dark injuries, both physical and magical, from his difficult past were healed. The ritual had delved into his core, aligning his body and magic in perfect harmony.

But the healing wasn't just physical. The emotional scars and burdens he carried had been lifted, clearing away fears and insecurities. The ritual had purified him, not just in body and magic but in mind and spirit too, leaving him with a clearer vision for his future.

Now, with new abilities and a clean slate, Harry felt ready to dive deeper into his magical studies and forge his path in the wizarding world, free from the shadows of his past.