Yes, yes I'm writing a new story. And I still have one story incomplete- I've discontinued the other. Don't worry people who are reading 'Fatum Nonvolui Pupa' when I update the second chapter of this story I will update that as well. This chapter is going to be short, it's just a prologue. Hope you enjoy it. You all better review glares. I also want critics to review too. I also need a beta.
Prologue: The Dancing Lights
A 20 year old Harry sat in front of a large mahogany table, scribbling the first draft for his second novel: Re-Beginnings. The book would be a sequel to his first novel- Cacophony. That book had been a bestseller and hopefully, if everything went right this would be too. Re-Beginnings was planned to be a 600 hundred pages, planned being the crucial word: Harry might go over just like he did for the last one. Already he'd written 200 pages and the book was supposed to be finished by September 1st next year, and knowing Harry that deadline would never be met. The books, or series rather, were based around a mentally unstable guy having, or thinking that he has to save the world from WWIII, with the help of a mutant kid that , at first, had been bestowed amazing powers in the most natural of ways but then got experimented on by deranged scientist that were funded by the Japanese government. It had being a surprise when Harry's first book (which had introduced the main characters and the animosity between mutants and humans. Harry had also added a little thing to keep the readers going: a mysterious figure who pulled the strings of the governments of the world and who had a certain interest in Lucent (the mutant kid) and a past history with Gray (a companion of Demyne –the mentally unstable guy-) had taken a place in World Bestseller and then Harry had almost died when it won 5 separate awards. Harry never thought his book was "all that" he thought it was okay. Not bad but not very good either. But he was just being... what ever word Hermoine had used.
Hermoine had been thrilled when Harry announced that he was going to go into writing. The Weasley had thought the same at least until they found out it had nothing to do with the magical world. With the exception of Ron and Ginny of course. Hermoine said that it would help him to do something worthwhile for he was being "incredibly idle" as she mildly put it. She had been right as she usually was. He felt a lot better now, it took his mind off Voldermort and Dumbledore and what happened that night and what had happened with Ginny. And how it had all gone wrong after he had killed Draco Malfoy.
Harry shook his head making his dark ebony hair fly into a halo around his head. It was tidier now –but it was still messy- than it had been in his school days. He was trying to fling the thoughts of the past away from his head. He hated these thoughts, hated them, they made him fall into depression and melancholy. He then raised his hand to wipe his teary and tired eyes, and started the breathing exercise. Seven seconds in, hold for seven seconds and out for seven seconds. He had been thought this by his psychologist from 2 years ago; he'd been forced to go to her after he had almost killed himself. She had been great help, and that's saying something when it came to psychologists. Said psychologist had been recommended by non other than Seamus Finnigan (who was happily married to Dean Thomas) who now worked as a psychologist in St. Mungo in the Psyche department.
Then he felt something on the Anit-Apparation wards. Something small but still worth investigating. Anything that disturbed the wards here was worth investigating. Nothing came to Grim Demise. Nothing expect for Ron, Hermoine and Remus (Snape used to be included but after Draco-) and they had Hermione's specially designed Apparation keys. Grim Demise was where Harry lived when he wanted isolation. Isolation from life, stress, pain, and assailment from the magical media. He had bought the land and built the mansion with his magic –his magic was more than it had been, way more than it had been. Grim Demise was a 19th century mansion. and it was huge. Harry had designed everything thing himself from the height of the mansion itself to the shape of the each if the windows of the twenty three rooms. He was very proud of his work, very.
Harry opened the door to his private study and walked out, looking from left to right as if crossing a muggle road. He cautiously walked down the large hall reminiscent of Hogwarts halls.
He whispered to himself "Nothing."
Then just to be sure he lifted his hand to look at the bracelet around it. The bracelet was connected to all the of the wards that had been set up around Grim Demise, it would tell if there had been a breach- the normally silver of the bracelet would turn black in a certain area (showing which of the wards had been breached).
Again it was one of Hermoine little inventions that had sold big when brought to the magical community. Hermoine was a budding inventor, her decision to be an inventor had shocked everyone, especially Harry and Ron. Everyone had thought she would be either a teacher or historian or something to do with books. Harry even thought that she would go further into the study of magic and become a sorceress or enchantress or something equally powerful. But she was very good at inventing; she had brought the magical community into the new decade. Even the Americans and Japanese wanted her inventions for they were so good. At the moment she was working on Muggle products that would work in a place laden with magic, like a phone for example.
The bracelet was black all around.
"What?"
This was impossible. Totally impossible. There was no way that anyway wizard or animal could have breached all of the wards that had been set up. No one could perform that feat without a key. These wards had been set up personally by Harry, and Harry, since the demise of Voldermort, was the most powerful wizard in the whole of the British Wizarding community. The only was someone could have breached the wards was using fresh and pure blood from a dragon, a unicorn, a phoenix, a Sylph or a Nix. But those were nigh impossible to get as the blood of any pure magical creature was dangerous to handle. The magic in the blood was unstable and would kill a human on contact. So then what was this? The bracelet could not malfunction it was connected directly to the wards and so connected to Harry.
He raced down the huge stairwell into the huge hall of the mansion. Nothing was there. He walked into the centre of the hall. He looked around. Over his head hung a giant chandelier that the gnomes of Mareian had made for him. He stood in the centre of a giant five point unicursal star. He looked again at the bracelet; just to make sure he hadn't been seeing things- the bracelet was still black. He was about to take a step forwards when the air in front of him shimmered. He froze.
"Shit."
Then out of the air came an absolutely stunning creature. It was small, looked to be the size of a fist and stalk thin apart from it's head and tail. It was curved with it's small aerodynamic head held high, five wings unfolded at it's back, following the line of it's body
Then there was a loud roar to Harry's left, not the roar of a lion but the roar of fire, of the elements. Harry turned his body and reluctantly turned his head, he didn't want to take his eyes of the awesome creature in front of him, but he turned his head nevertheless. There in front of him was a fire, floating about a feet above the ground. By the looks of it the fire had come out of nowhere. The fire was huge, about the same size as Harry. Then it started to shift until it adopted the head, shoulder and torso of a human. The body ended in a point, if it could be defined as point. Slowly two eye-shaped holes appeared in it's head as if this fiery creature had just opened it's eyes.
"What the fuck is going on."
Harry then turned around and waited for the earth creature to appear. He was smart enough to have a vague idea what was going on. Someone was summoning elemental sprites for a ritual, a really big and powerful ritual. And whoever was summoning it must be a fairy or elf for no normal witch or wizard could summon beings like sprite. A summon like that involved calling to the Earth and speaking to it and then drawing life from its depths. Humans could not connect to the earth, never. Even two of-
A cracking sound tore Harry out of his thought. He looked closely at the crack on the third point of the pentagram. It grew wider and wider until a chasm that Harry and another friend could fit though appeared. A resounding crack rose from the crack, like metal grinding against metal. Said sound was not nice. Neither was the thing rising up from the crack. It was a huge earth creature (as shown by its entrance); it was humanoid in shape, with huge shoulders, huge arms, huge legs, huge torso. It was muddy brown in colour and seemed almost robotic in movement. It wasn't at all interesting to look at.
There was a tearing sound behind Harry. He turned small, barely visible water droplet formed in the air. Then another droplet and another droplet, each time making a renting sound. Soon the space in front Harry was riddled with hanging water droplets. Suddenly the droplets drew together, bonded together and formed a bigger droplet. This droplet wasn't too big, about the size of Harry torso –which was small in terms of torso sizes. It was pale blue and translucent with no eyes only a grim line in the centre of the droplet. Maybe to use as a mouth or eye or something. This creature was just as uninteresting as the last.
Harry was bored, very bored. These sprites weren't powerful; they were probably the weakest sprites they were, these were elementals. Harry had studied about elementals in the War. The elementals were a key to killing Voldermort. Next would come the caster, if the caster wasn't there already: invisible. So Harry waited for the caster, waited to find who was trying to do something to him, so that he could kill that person, or at least wring the life slowly out of them until they reached the point of dying. Then he'd stop and hand said person over to the Ministry of Magic. And he'd make sure that person rotted in Azkaban. He knew it was mean and evil but no one would be pardon if they threatened his baby.
'Harry Potter." Something spoke behind Harry, with a voice laced with power yet beautiful and mesmerizing. Harry turned to the voice. He was absolutely stunned when his eyes landed on the owner of the voice. It was a most beautiful woman of white blonde hair-with blues strands here and there- that were held parted and held back by long silver ribbon, silver eyes reminiscent of Draco Malfoy's, with slanted, pale eyebrows. Her face was narrow and beautiful; her slim figure draped in pale blue, almost white, robes that looked to be very expensive. She was young, very young in her early twenties. In her hand was a large staff, curled at the top with runes engraved along its length.
Harry stood straight: this woman seemed powerful very power – magic overflowed from her staff like an erupting mountain. Again a question sprang to Harry's mind 'What is going on?
"Harry Potter. Finally we get the pleasure to met"
Harry almost retched into his mouth at the sound of her voice. Her voice wasn't sickening as such; it was just so beautiful, so mesmerising, so enchanting, so powerful- laced with so much magic that a normal wizard would be bleeding from the ears by now. The woman traipsed softly towards Harry, her feet making no visible contact with the floor. Then she smiled at Harry, "I bet you're wondering who I am?" This time Harry didn't almost retch, he had set up double wards around himself.
"Lady Du Manth Feaimonth." She stopped walking as soon as she reached the fifth point of the pentagram. "That's who I am: Mistress of Magic."
Harry's eyes widened. The fabled Mistress of Magic was standing before him, he felt like he should kneel to her but he was frozen from surprise. Harry had read about her the History of Magic when he was seventeen, trying to look for a way to beat Voldermort. Dumbledore had said 'Kill all his Horcruxes' but Harry had, and then he had tried to take Voldermort on but had failed miserably. He had almost died, just saved by a centaur. Lady Du Manth Feaimonth was the mother of all magic, sister of Lady Sia du Feaimonth, a.k.a. Mother Nature, she made magic, constructed magic, designed magic. Set the conscripts, the rules. She was the one who chose who would be magical. She was the one who could perform any magic, she could do anything.
Almost no one had ever seen her, expect those wizards who performed the most of rituals, those with immense magical power like Harry, like Merlin. Any most of those wizards who saw her went mad as her magic messed with their brains.
Harry gulped, "What do you want with me?"
"So you do know who I am. I thought you would, after you summoned my pets. And after you stole some of my power." Her voice was playful and carefree; she was smiling in a sadistic manner.
Harry's eyes widened. So that's what happened, he thought. But it was impossible; he didn't call on any more power. He just called on-
"Oh don't worry," Lady Du Manth interrupted Harry's thoughts, "I don't mind, my power is infinite, literally. I have no limits. But now you need to pay me back. I don't care if you did it unwittingly; everything with magic in this world pays a price for having this gift. The unicorns have their horns, phoenixes their immortality, wizards their little feuds.
"You already had your problem by having to fight Voldermort. But since you took more magic, no since you theoretically stole the magic from me, you need to pay me.
Harry opened his mouth to object but thought better of it.
"So we have an understanding?"
Harry bowed his head, "Yes." He knew his measly opinion wouldn't matter to the woman who created magic.
"And you have nothing to worry about; it doesn't have anything to do with Death."
Harry almost sighed, what was with the mentality of powerful creatures, they always thought that human beings were scared of Death.
"I wasn't worried about that."
Lady Du Manth Feaimonth smiled devilishly, "one couldn't expect no less from the great Harry Potter. The man who came face to face with Lady Death herself. And, as my sister told me, you even bargained with her. Of course that annoyed brother a lot. Ah, he was seething with anger when Death narrated her encounter with the one who stole my magic and borrowed my pets." She stopped and titled her head, "so sorry about drifting off topic.
"I have decided what to do with you." She moved her staff forwards.
Harry was a little bit frightened. Lady Du Manth could put in him in limbo or some horrible state. Harry knew from experience that there were worse things than Death.
"Could you tell me the payment?"
Lady Du Manth smiled, "I am sending you back in time, you will relive your life from when you entered Hogwarts, from when you were sorted into Gryffindor. You will start a new life, maybe worse than this one, maybe better. But after 7 years I will come back and you will have to decide which life you want, this life or the one I am going to be sending you to."
Harry failed to see how that was a payment.
"Now off with you." She lifted the staff and started saying incantations "Dinive Medirulio Theuri Yuhig Malikg," the runes on the started to glow blue.
Harry had a vague idea what she was saying; he had studied the Magyk language when he had been searching for a way to defeat Voldermort. It was how he had summoned the elementals with which he had performed the ritual to summon Lady Death. Now Lady Du Manth was saying something about reversals, lines and time.
"Theormag Lykit Jauge-" She continued on for some time. Then suddenly the elementals started to make a sound akin to the howling of a wolf. The fire and earth elementals raised their arms and started swaying. The pentacle and the circle beneath Harry started glowing an incandescent blue, a non-existent wind blew Harry's hair upwards. "Guriga" Lady Du Manth's voice was now a mere whisper and she rose her staff which had turned black.
Now Harry was scared. Guriga meant something along the lines of send or end. This was the climax of the spell.
Indeed it was. The cacophony of the howling came to an all time high. Harry clasped his hand over his ears. Then he felt a rush flowing through him, like he was experiencing an orgasm, he gasped. Then there was a rumbling like two seas rushing together and then Harry knew naught but bliss and darkness.
"Well that was quick." Said a voice behind Lady Du Manth.
"Pfft, have you ever been to any rites such as this one, Dugyx?"
A tall slender man appeared. He had waist lenght white blonde hair that was laced with streaks of blue. On top of his head was a small pointed witch's hat. His eyes were a startling blue, like sea at close range. He was clothed in white robes, similar to the one his sister wore. His skin was a radiant pearly colour, full of life and happiness. He carried a staff similar to his sister expect it had little white crystals embedded in it in the stead of runes.
"I have, Du Manth. And I have to say that was hardly a payment." A lady stepped out of the air in front of the pair. She was barefooted and was wearing a small dress made out of leaves. She had green eyes and long dark brown hair that trailed down way past her ankles. Her skin was tanned and gold in tone.
"I know, I'm not very good at doing bad things to people am I?" Lady Du Manth sounded hopeless and clueless.
"Well then you should have let me decide what to do with him." The final sibling rose from the floor as if she'd been lying there all the time. Her hair was black streaked with white. Her skin was the palest of all skin tones and it shone in a ghostly manner. In her hand was a scythe, the blade was black as night and the handle was streaked with white just like the lady's hair.
The man know as Life glared at her, "We don't want you to kill him now do we?"
Death stuck her tongue at him.
Lady Sai du Feaimonthclapped her hands, "Now sister and brother, settle down. Let's watch this little play unfold."
There. The prologue was meant to be really short. I'm sorry. Please review. I'd like to see your views. If your confused you can ask me to explain a certain thing.
