To be frank in this foreword, I have no good reason to write this piece of fanfiction. I'm ages behind on my other two stories, I don't have any real motivation to keep me writing this, and it's been ages since I last played Awakening. However, I aim to endeavor through the mental blocks that keep me from writing and to at least give this tale a chance.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Fire Emblem series nor do I intend to use this story for profit of either material or currency. I also do not own the Harry Potter franchise nor do I intend to use the material I borrow for a time in the beginning of this story to obtain profit.
P.S. I most definitely do not want to obtain the worthless paper currency. Backed by only a quickly depleting resource and a certain nation's military 'prowess' that is quickly being caught up to by it's two biggest rivals, all paper currency is worthless in my eyes.
(English Ministry of Magic, London, England, United Kingdom, October 13th, 1997)
Charms have never been my strong point in the arts of combat. I can swing a sword quite well and bring forth downpours of water with accompanying roars of thunders onto my foes, but in the heat of a fight, I cannot bring myself to concentrate hard enough to levitate a large rock to hurl at the enemy. It's not like I've attempted to do so as my mother has kept me in this foreign world since I was first given life, but we had both come to the solid conclusion that I should never rely on my charms skills.
But now, when we have come under attack by these 'Death Eaters', I quickly began to wish that I had prepared myself for calmly using combat-based charms. The rock hurling skill would have come in handy for stemming the tide of these magi forces while dear Mother prepared the portal through the Outrealm and to the world of my birth. As more adversaries began to pour through the doors into the amphitheater, another whip of lashing flames streamed from my hand and burned through the line of mages in a wide arc in front of me. Some of them managed to avoid being set aflame and were firing several dark curses from behind the stone benches, giving me reason to curse at my misfortune.
Concentrating as best as I could, I began moving several of the benches in a semicircle around my guardian and me. Ducking out of the path of a cutting spell, I withdrew my wand from my pocket. I normally avoided using it as it lacked the power that using a tome or the raw energy that using only your body gave you. However, making use of the small holes left in my makeshift barrier, I allowed Mother a little more time to prepare while I moved around the inside of the wall, taking shots at any poor sap who decided to charge at me or try to crawl under the seats.
"Mother, how much more?" I barked, praying that she was almost done with the drawing of runes. While I had put up a valiant effort to hold off the enemy, I was beginning to feel my magical core begin to weaken as each of the spells had to fly ever faster from my wand to halt the enemy's surge. Sweat had begun to pour from my body as the strain of the battle began to take it's effect.
My mother thankfully yelled back to me, "It's ready to be activated, Aindrias!" Taking my side at the man made border, Mother raised her hand and showed why she was one of the greatest sages from the home realm. Bolts of jet blue lighting came to life from her hand and began to form into a electrical storm near the ceiling. Blinded by the sudden illumination, the Death Eaters nary a chance as the bolts cracked and flew at them, incinerating them where they stood. At the same time, I crossed over the barrier and quickly made my way to the top of the amphitheater with my eyes covered. As the storm began to meet the end of it's roaring rampage, I uncovered my eyes and ran for the door, hopping over or cutting down any foe with my sword. Finally reaching the door, I slammed it shut and reinforced it with a few minor wards to the already impressive defenses on it, making sure no more combatants could enter.
The storm having now died, I looked upon the hall and gazed at the utter carnage my mother had brought upon the enemy. A dozen or so new charred corpses laid on the ground, the stench of burnt skin and muscles rising from them and making my stomach feel uneasy. I doubt I would become comfortable with the smell for many more battles.
Joining my mother again, I noted the look on her face as she had shut her eyes and furrowed her brow in concentration of igniting the connection. My mother had never explained in great detail how one who meant to open an Outrealm portal would go about it. From what little subtext I had gleamed from her during our many discussions and lessons, it took the power of an elder sage who had practiced for many years in preparation for the day that they opened said pathway. However, she never told me of what the side effects of undergoing the igniting were, so now, I watched in disbelief and shock as a flash of light began dancing between the the arch's legs. Soon, though, the real spectacle began to take place as the light soon burst into a vortex of bright, oceanic blue energy and the air began to become saturated with magical energy.
"Mother, is this... the power an Outrealm gate holds? It's simply overflowing and magnificent!" I was in awe, never before seeing such a thing in the world. Its power felt as if it outweighed the world's entire Floo Network a thousand folds, and yet this was supposedly a minor portal that could only take you to a relatively adjacent realm in the universe. The gods had truly crafted these gate with their powers, as the energy flowing from it quickly refilled my own reserves and further boosted my energy, making me feel as if I could fight off the entirety of the ruling party's military. This would certainly help in my future endeavors and battles if I could discover a way to harness the raw energy.
"'Tis the power of the greater gods, Son. Not even Naga or Grima are able to create this for the elder gods, who came before the lesser gods, were the ones who brought them into existence," Mother sounded tired, though with the act that she had performed just now, I would have been amazed if she hadn't been. "Now you must go and face the coming fate of our home." That's when I realized something. My mother had prepared everything I would need for this trip and had placed it into the satchel that I carried under my hooded cloak. Food, many magically expanded and weightless bags of gold bars, clothing, a multitude of swords and magical tomes for when it would become impossible to use my wand and difficult for a time to use only my hands as I adjusted to the magical resonance of our home again, hundreds of books on strategy and the occasional ones on the subject poetry and fantasy, all stuffed into various pockets with the larger on the inside bag of traveling. However, there seemed to have been only wardrobes suited for me shoved into the bag. None of the books my mother loved dearly and I most likely detested, nor any of the powerful tomes that she could utilize but I couldn't. Only books containing the works of famous strategists of both realms, the writings of men like Poe, Pullman, and Tolkein, and simple Fire and Thunder tomes filled the expansive library compartment.
"Mother, are you not coming with me?" My mother simply smiled, not of joy but of great sorrow. My fears needed no further confirmation, however, she decided to explain herself as the sounds of shouts and spells came from the entrance to the hall.
"Son, our enemies... your father knows what I look like. If I were to come with you, then they would detect my presence and seek you out. You're still not ready to face them, so we can not risk it."
"Could we not disguise you? You said that the potions they make in this world are just the same as our home's, only with different names, so why couldn't we just use Polyjuice?"
"Son, I've thought of all of that and none of it would work. The Polyjuice has such a limited time range, it would look suspicious trying to pluck hairs from the women there, and charms that alter one's appearance leave a large magical signature. A Plegian mage would discover us in a heartbeat," Her points made valid sense, though I still didn't care for the idea of leaving her here. However, what she said next broke any outlook of mine of her coming with me, "Plus, even if I could hide myself away, the trip... the trip itself would kill me."
Those words caused my mind to freeze for a moment, processing what she had just said. While doing so, my legs gave way apparently as Mother caught me in a hug. I could faintly make out the sound of her crying as she held me, whispering quiet apologizes for not telling me before, I-love-yous that needed to be spoken, and short prayers for Naga to watch over me. The simple thought that Mother would die if she tried to come and aid me simply dominated all thought power.
Hugging my mother back and pulling myself up to where I was again taller than her, I realized that I needed to reassure her, "Mother, I understand why you kept this from me. Remember that I love you no matter what, and I'll make Grima pay for what his crimes."
Her crying quickly became quiet sobs, as we exchanged final goodbyes. A kiss on the each other's cheek and I turned away, walking towards the portal as the entrance door began to give way to the spells. Taking a short pause before walking through, I turn back for one final glance at her. Her eyes and cheeks red now from the crying, she looked many years older now, the portal opening having taken a much greater toll on her than I had originally thought. Nevertheless, she looked resolute, even though she knew only death awaited her at the hands of the Death Eaters. Giving her a nod of approval, a gracious smile comes to her face, knowing that I would do my duty. Turning to face the portal, I step through with a defiant thought on my mind.
"I will defeat you, Father, and defy my fate as your tool."
Not much to say on this chapter, really. I could have done a better job, but I'm proud of and happy with it for now. I'll probably come back later to do a rewrite but for now, it will work.
Next chapter, it's going to be mostly dreams of Aindrias's while he sleeps through the trip to Ylisse. That's when the spoiler alert premonition will occur with another important one with it. If you enjoyed this story and would like to follow it, please follow or favorite it, and leave a review if you spotted anything of note that I need to fix. Just a quick reminder though, Aindrias won't be using a wand, it was just to keep appearances in Harry's world nor will he use just his hands much. In the Awakening, that will prove too taxing on his powers most of the time while the want is tied to the magic of Harry's world only so it can't work in the other world.