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We have 60 hours to save Harry.
So the time turner is going to be key, ad Voldermolt CAN'T hurt Harry until Harry broke the curse by tryinng to kill Voldermort. Also partial transfiguration is wordless...and the acid trick with the troll brain works well. Also how can Harry wake Hermione up. Gotta say the cloak & pouch seem pretty important...
Can Harry tell Voldermolt about partial transfiguration and then name himself as the one to be protected?
Also how can the resonance between their wands/magic be brought to bear?
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So...I'm a bit unclear on what exactly will happen if Voldermolt were to be killed at this point...he won't die forever, but won't that vastly inconvenience him...I e let Harry possibly get away?
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He incorporated the resurrection stone into his Horcruxes, allowing him to possess at a distance rather than direct contact.
Were he to be killed it would a a short time (several days, perhaps?) before he returned having possessed someone in the same manner he did Quirrell.
quote:Can Harry tell Voldermolt about partial transfiguration and then name himself as the one to be protected?
The prohibition against lies doesn't create binding oaths. It means that Voldemort was honest about sparing who was named at the time he said that, but it's unlikely that he'd allow HP to name himself.
Best bet would be to start on the patronus 2.0, and use that time to go for a solution.
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He has his wand...plus he used it on the troll...so it should work...he only has to be still and quiet bc of the deatheaters.
I was considering an attempt at casting in snake tounge as theoretically it would work, however the author specified no new powers
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Sixty seconds. His wand. Time to act was almost here. Harry closed his eyes, concentrated. He needed to get both of them, Lord Voldermolt and his only DeathEater who seemed to be able to think on his feet, Grim. When he had done this on the troll, he had used acid to overcome its ability to heal, this time, his goal was theatrics. Harry had smiled from deep within his trunk basement when he had run across a simple yet explosive combination of hydrogen & methane in his AP Chem textbook.
"You try my patience, child. Fifty seconds!" intruded the l high voice of Harry's impending doom. Harry took a deal breath in. But before he could attempt to kill Quarrelmort, Harry would have to disarm him. Fusing the barrel of the gun trained on him wasn't easy, it took more than Harry had planned, both in time and in effort and in time.
The wand would be harder, as Harry's enemy might be able to feel as its potency waned. But could Harry concentrate on three separate partial transfigurations the same time? Simplest answer, eliminate one objective. Which? Harry's body shivered as the seconds streached longer, the adrenaline pumping through his racing mind.
"Well, anything left to sssay, now would be the time Tom." And it was time. Voldermolt shrieked in pain, his inarticulate scream of rage turning into the word "Yooouuuu!" as the gun in his left raised slightly to point directly at Harry's face. The sound of a second scream rose and then could not be heard as a sound similar to but not exactly a gun shot went off.
And then two more 'pop's, and many more screams. Harry was moving then, his cold naked legs pumping as he dove headlong behind a tombstone, a small rainbow splash as multiple spells struck where he had been a mere second ago.
"Acio cloak!" Harry croaked out of a dry throat. Harry kept his head down, eyes closed, listening intently. The screams had subsided, and he could hear several pops of aparating wizards, two voices in a hushed argument and several quiet footsteps. Amd then his father's cloak was in his hands, and shortly thereafter draped gratefully over bare shoulers.
Harry's head was still visible when the senior Goyle and Crabbie, wands up, appeared on both sides of Harry. Being able to see each other through the space where their prey's torso should have been saved Harry's life and with a flick of his wrists, Harry's disembodied head disappeared entirely.
Goyle Senior lifted his mask slowly, a question in his eyes as they took in the scene. Mr. Malfoy had aparated the second the dark lord's head had exploded. The twisted corpse that remained had a shredded red stump where its left hand should have been. Like Grim twenty meters away on his left, the dark lord's body was circled by the fallout from his head exploding like someone had had a marinara fight.
The senior Crabbie also lifted his mask, the unearthly quiet was almost deafening after the explosions. Their ears rang in a uniform, high tone.
And into the silence rasped the voice of an eleven year old, pushed too far, "I know your sons, so for their sake, leave. Now." The weariness was almost pleading in the disembodied voice. Please don't make me kill you too.
Crabbie looked over at Goyle who gave a firm nod before disappearing with an a audible pop. A second later, his compatriot joined him.
Invisible Harry collapsed on to the ground with a sigh.
He looked from the pile of quest items to the now breathing form of his best friend. He had work to do.
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It is vitally important that Harry not kill Voldemort's body, because Voldemort has set up Hermione to be his next host.
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They've already established that Harry wasn't thinking clearly enough at the time to recognize why that was a mistake.
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quote:Originally posted by TomDavidson: It is vitally important that Harry not kill Voldemort's body, because Voldemort has set up Hermione to be his next host.
I didn't get that implication. Considering the lengths he went to resurrect himself, and the ability to do that again whenever, I'm willing to take him at his word that Hermione was brought back as an attempt to temper or thwart the prophesy.
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quote:"Still a fool. If no further matters remained between us, I would already have killed you." The dirt wall crumbled at another gesture of the wand, and Voldemort moved smoothly back toward the heap of items by the altar. The Dark Lord stretched out a hand, and the diary of Roger Bacon flew to him. "Thiss iss, indeed, horcrux of girl-child, my ssuperior verssion." In his other hand appeared a parchment. "Thiss iss ritual for ressurrecting her, if it musst be done again. Insstructionss are honesst, no trapss. Remember that girl-child'ss sspirit cannot float free like ghosst, Ressurrection Sstone iss my horcrux, not herss. Do not losse her horcrux, or her sspirit may be trapped within it." Voldemort reached down, picked up Harry's pouch, fed both the diary and the parchment into it. "Remember that, in casse something goess wrong with next movess."
Author said parsaltounge is truth, flat out as a rule. I don't buy it Tom.
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We know two spirits can share the same body. We know Voldemort's spirit can enter, at this point, pretty much anyone's body, given certain caveats. We know he rebuilt Hermione to be essentially indestructible. And nothing he said to Harry rules out the possibility that his will be the animating spirit: only that she will not be physically harmed and her soul will not be destroyed.
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All Harry has to do if he tries is give her a hug...the love magic of Lilly Potter is still on Harry.
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Sixty seconds. His wand. Time to act was soon. Harry closed his eyes, concentrated. He needed to get both of them, Lord Voldermolt and his only DeathEater who seemed to be able to think on his feet, Grim. When he had done this on the troll, he had used acid to overcome its ability to heal, this time, his goal was theatrics. Harry had smiled from deep within his trunk basement when he had run across a simple yet explosive combination of pure potassium and water in his AP Chem textbook.
"You try my patience, child. Fifty seconds!" intruded the angry, high pitched voice of Harry's impending doom. Harry took a deep breath in. But before he could attempt to kill Quarrelmort, Harry would have to disarm him. Fusing the barrel of the gun trained on him wasn't easy, it took more than Harry had planned, both in time and in effort.
The wand would be harder, as Harry's enemy might be able to feel as its potency waned. But could Harry concentrate on three separate partial transfigurations the same time? Simplest answer, eliminate one objective. Which? Harry's body shivered as the seconds streached longer, the adrenaline pumping through his racing mind.
"Well, anything left to sssay, now would be the time Tom." And it was time. Voldermolt shrieked in pain, his inarticulate scream of rage turning into the word "Yooouuuu!" as the gun in his left raised slightly to point directly at Harry's face. The sound of a second scream rose and then could not be heard over a sound similar to, but not exactly, a gun going off.
And then two more explosions, this time, deep & reverberating, more felt than heard. And then the sound of something wet and coupious splashing to earth, closely folowed by many more screams. Harry was moving then, his cold naked legs pumping as he dove headlong behind a tombstone, several flashes of light struck the spot where he had been a mere second ago making a cacophony of multicolored light.
"Acio cloak!" Harry croaked out of a dry throat. Harry kept his head down, eyes closed, listening intently. The screams had subsided, and he could hear a series of pops as most of the DeathEaters aparated away, two voices in a hushed argument and several quiet footsteps coming toward him. And then his father's cloak was in his hands, and shortly thereafter draped gratefully over bare shoulders.
Harry's head was still visible when the senior Goyle and Crabbie, wands up, bodies crouched low appeared suddenly from either side of the large gravestone Harry was hiding behind. Being able to see each other through the space where their prey's torso should have been saved Harry's life and with a flick of his wrists, Harry's disembodied head disappeared entirely.
Goyle Senior lifted his mask slowly, a question in his eyes as they took in the scene. Mr. Malfoy had aparated the second the dark lord's head had exploded. The twisted corpse that remained had a shredded red stump where its left hand should have been. Like Grim twenty meters away on his left, the dark lord's body was circled by the fallout from his head exploding like someone had blown up a giant can of stewed tomatoes with a case of M40s.
The senior Crabbie also lifted his mask, the unearthly quiet was almost deafening after the explosions. Their ears rang in a uniform, high tone.
And into the silence rasped the voice of an eleven year old, pushed too far, "I know your sons, so for their sake, leave. Now." The weariness was almost pleading in the disembodied voice. Please don't make me kill you too.
Crabbie looked over at Goyle who gave a firm nod before disappearing with an a audible pop. A second later, his compatriot joined him.
Invisible, Harry collapsed to the ground with a sigh.
He looked from the now larger pile of quest items to the resting form of his best friend, who a few minutes ago hadn't been resting, but dead. Step four, done. What on earth would step five be? Clothing maybe. He pushed himself up to his feet with hands that trembled and bled lightly from a few places, though he couldn't remember hurting them.
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To count for saving Harry I have to post this before midnight to night, so any changes need to made soonish.
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I worry that when Harry partially tranafigured the troll his wand was stuck into the troll's brain...but considering the nature of the understanding nessesary to make it work in the first place (everything is made up of SEPARATE atoms) actal physical contact shouldn't be nessesary...however a simple chain of oxygen atoms should be sufficient to connect Harry's wand to his target's heads. :-/
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Sixty seconds. His wand. The time to act was very soon. Harry closed his eyes, concentrated. He needed to incapacitate Lord Voldermolt in such a way as to cause a life saving worthy distraction. When he had done this on the troll, he had used acid to overcome its ability to heal, this time, his goal was theatrics. Harry had smiled from deep within his trunk basement when he had run across a simple yet explosive combination of pure potassium and water in his AP Chem textbook. But what substance to partially transfigure into Voldermolt's brain wasn't the tricky part.
The tricky part was he had stuck his wand physicaly into the troll's brain, and if he moved at all a small army of DeathEaters would would mark his end with a salvo of wand fire.
"You try my patience, child. Fifty seconds!" intruded the angry, high pitched voice of Harry's impending doom. Harry took a deep breath in. But before he could attempt to kill Quarrelmort, Harry would have to disarm him.
Transfiguration did not require wand contact, however ot took lots of practice. Harry had been practicing, more than even Hermione. Harry focused. Calmed his breathing. Atoms never touched each other, this was the truth that fueled partal transformation, it didn't matter if Harry's wand was touching or not.
Fusing the barrel of the gun trained on him wasn't easy, it took more than Harry had planned, both in time and in effort. The wand would be harder, as Harry's enemy might be able to feel as its potency waned. But could Harry count on Voldermort's fear of resonance to skip the wand all togeather. Harry's body shivered as the seconds streached longer, the adrenaline pumping through his racing mind.
"Well, anything left to sssay, now would be the time Tom." And it was time, no more time for planning, time to act. Voldermolt shrieked in pain, his inarticulate scream of rage turning into the word "Yooouuuu!" as the gun in his left raised slightly to point directly at Harry's face. Harry didn't see it, his eyes closed tight in effort. The sound of the scream rose and then could not be heard over a sound similar to, but not exactly, a gun going off.
And then another explosion, this time, deep & reverberating, more felt than heard. And then the sound of something wet and coupious splashing to earth, closely folowed by many more screams. Harry was moving then, his cold naked legs pumping as he dove headlong behind a tombstone, several flashes of light struck the spot where he had been a mere second ago making a cacophony of multicolored light.
"Acio cloak!" Harry croaked out of a dry throat. Harry kept his head down, eyes closed, listening intently. The screams had subsided, and he could hear a series of pops as most of the DeathEaters aparated away, two voices in a hushed argument and several quiet footsteps coming toward him. And then his father's cloak was in his hands, and shortly thereafter draped gratefully over bare shoulders.
Harry's head was still visible when the senior Goyle and Crabbie, wands up, bodies crouched low appeared suddenly from either side of the large gravestone Harry was hiding behind. Being able to see each other through the space where their prey's torso should have been saved Harry's life and with a flick of his wrists, Harry's disembodied head disappeared entirely.
Goyle Senior lifted his mask slowly, a question in his eyes as they took in the scene. Mr. Malfoy had aparated the second the dark lord's head had exploded. The twisted corpse that remained had a shredded red stump where its left hand should have been. The dark lord's body was circled by the fallout from his head exploding, like someone had blown up a giant can of stewed tomatoes with a case of M40s.
The senior Crabbie also lifted his mask, the unearthly quiet was almost deafening after the explosions. Their ears rang in a uniform, high tone.
And into the silence rasped the voice of an eleven year old, pushed too far, "I know your sons, so for their sake, leave. Now." The weariness was almost pleading in the disembodied voice. Please don't make me kill you too.
Crabbie looked over at Goyle who gave a firm nod before disappearing with an a audible pop. A second later, his compatriot joined him.
Invisible, Harry collapsed to the ground with a sigh.
He looked from the now larger pile of quest items to the resting form of his best friend, who a few minutes ago hadn't been resting, but dead. Step four, done. What on earth would step five be? Clothing maybe. He pushed himself up to his feet with hands that trembled and bled lightly from a few places, though he couldn't remember hurting them.
He had work to do.
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THE TIME HAD COME TO THIS, HARRY SMIRKED AT VOLDEMORT. "CONSEQENCES WILL NEVER BE THE SAME," SMIRKED HARRY. "YOU WILL NOT HAVE FIGURED OUT MY GRAND PLANS." VOLDEMORT SCOWLED AND SAID "NO IT IS YOU, WHO HAS FALLEN FOR MY PLANS ALL ALONG." SMIRKED VOLDEMORT. BUT HARRY KNEW ALL ALONG THAT IT WAS VOLDEMORT WHO HAD FALLEN FOR HIS, HARRYS, PLAN, FROM THE START. AN "EXPELL-ARMUS" SPELL HAD BEEN BOOSTED TO 9001X TIMES POWER LEVEL IN HARRYS NEW ADAMANTIUM WAND WITH AN ENTIRE DRAGON AS THE CORE, WHICH WAS THEN FOCUSED TO A TIME-TURNER ATTACHED TO THE TOP OF THE WAND AS A FOCUS LENS. "LOOKS LIKE, THE DAY IS MINE" SMIRNED HARRY AS HE FIRED HIS 9001X POWER SPELL AT VOLEDMORT. "EXPEL SPECIAL ARMUS 9001X POWER BLAST!" SHOUTED HARRY WHICH WAS THE UNLOCK TRIGGER FOR HIS SECOND FORM. "NO HOW CAN THIS BE HAPPENING, IMPOSSIBLE!" SCREAMED VOLDEMORT. BUT IT WOULD BE THE LAST THING VOLDEMORT EVER SCREAMED, BECAUSE IT WAS TOO MUCH FOR HIS HORCRUXES TO STOP, AS IT WAS LITERALLY UNSTOPPABLE FORCE. "NO!!!" AND IT WAS THE END OF VOLDEMORT, WHO HARRY NOW WAS STANDING ABOVE, WHEN HE WAS DEAD. "LOOKS LIKE I WAS TOO WIZARD ABOUT WIZARDRY ... FOR YOU." HARRY SAID SMIRKING.
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from my epic crossover harry potter fanfiction "Special! Wizard power force Harry X Type, Go!" currently being dubbed by funimation
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I feel silly for not thinking of obliviate...trapping LV in his body...making the horcruxs redundant as it is the mind they resurrect...transfiguring his still alive body into a ring. All well played.
Tom D was right about one thing...keeping LV alive was the way to go.
Part of my problem in thinking about this was *get HP out of -immediate- danger* and then hand it off to the author vs get HP out of immediate danger in a way that solves the real problem permanently.
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