A/N: The sequel to Of Dementors and Giants. I'm hoping that this one will be better, I'm putting as much as I can into it; thank God for Christmas holidays, I can write as much as I want!
I was astonished at the amount of people who wanted more! Just dripping with anticpation, right? Ah, I'm still laughing at that.
DISCLAIMER: Queen Joanne of the Universe owns most of the characters. I own Hakon, and Mount Kaelonn.
Hakon. What kind of a name is that? What does it mean, what past does it carry? A name can't be anonymous, it has to consist of something.
So what does Hakon hold? To me, it is the rebel. The one giant who doesn't believe in the freedom lies they are telling. The one giant who decided to stay back in the mountainside, not to travel into the fiction filled world of individuality and freedom.
The only one who still waits, waits in my home, the carved halls of Mount Kaelonn. The only origin I ever believed the giants had.
The kingdom I am heir to.
It is a kingdom any longer? There are no feasts, there is no song, there are no stories. Except for the one tale, the one that weaves the legend of the Horn of Grikkal, the one that has echoed in these stone halls for many years, so much it has become these walls. It is the story of freedom, and is a lie.
I look up at the high ceiling, breathing in the smell of cold air, like wet cement. Like the waterfall that flows into the caverns, fresh and new.
Hakon is not the rebel. Hakon is the only one who has the faith in the history of the giants to stay behind in their rightful home, not in the world of betraying wizards.
The others are the ones who have rebelled. They believe the lies, and cling to them with all their hope, because they have let go of the truth.
They will regret it.
* * *
Dumbledore watched the shimmering surface of the Pensieve with increasing curiousity. He had many thoughts, too many. Some that even the Pensieve could not decipher.
Was Hogwarts still safe? Of course. The walls were protected by more than magic. The incident of the past winter had shaken everyone, causing Hogwarts to be evacuated for a few weeks.
School began again as best as it could, but fear permeated everything. Exams came and went, school ended for the summer.
Sirius was back with Remus and Arabella. And Romulus. Romulus refused to teach another year, he felt that he was the one to blame for the disaster that had happened.
"Those Lupins," Dumbledore chuckled quietly,"Always blame themselves. Such good teachers, too. Shame that it, a real shame."
He pulled another thought from his mind and dropped it into the silvery substance. The watery face of Fridwulfa swam into view, turned into Hagrid, and then another face...
Dumbledore nodded. Here a choice had been made, one he couldn't change. Perhaps it would be for the best to leave this one alone, yes...
The face vanished, and then there was Mundungus Fletcher. He was gone, but left behind a wound that affected too many. Lucius Malfoy was still in questioning. The old crowd was overly shocked by Mundungus' betrayal.
Dilnavaz Patil and her daughters stared back at him now. Oh, he understood the pain they would have! But that was because of the Choice made. He couldn't stop that, no. He could only protect, in this case, only protect.
Dumbledore dropped one more thought in, watching carefully. He then put the Pensieve back in it's cabinet, now understanding only a bit of what was about to happen.
A/N: Maybe a little confusing, but I think most of you are smart enough to figure it out, I mean, you got the Nemo thing, but that was obvious...
If anything doesn't make sense, it hopefully will by the end of the series.
I was astonished at the amount of people who wanted more! Just dripping with anticpation, right? Ah, I'm still laughing at that.
DISCLAIMER: Queen Joanne of the Universe owns most of the characters. I own Hakon, and Mount Kaelonn.
Hakon. What kind of a name is that? What does it mean, what past does it carry? A name can't be anonymous, it has to consist of something.
So what does Hakon hold? To me, it is the rebel. The one giant who doesn't believe in the freedom lies they are telling. The one giant who decided to stay back in the mountainside, not to travel into the fiction filled world of individuality and freedom.
The only one who still waits, waits in my home, the carved halls of Mount Kaelonn. The only origin I ever believed the giants had.
The kingdom I am heir to.
It is a kingdom any longer? There are no feasts, there is no song, there are no stories. Except for the one tale, the one that weaves the legend of the Horn of Grikkal, the one that has echoed in these stone halls for many years, so much it has become these walls. It is the story of freedom, and is a lie.
I look up at the high ceiling, breathing in the smell of cold air, like wet cement. Like the waterfall that flows into the caverns, fresh and new.
Hakon is not the rebel. Hakon is the only one who has the faith in the history of the giants to stay behind in their rightful home, not in the world of betraying wizards.
The others are the ones who have rebelled. They believe the lies, and cling to them with all their hope, because they have let go of the truth.
They will regret it.
* * *
Dumbledore watched the shimmering surface of the Pensieve with increasing curiousity. He had many thoughts, too many. Some that even the Pensieve could not decipher.
Was Hogwarts still safe? Of course. The walls were protected by more than magic. The incident of the past winter had shaken everyone, causing Hogwarts to be evacuated for a few weeks.
School began again as best as it could, but fear permeated everything. Exams came and went, school ended for the summer.
Sirius was back with Remus and Arabella. And Romulus. Romulus refused to teach another year, he felt that he was the one to blame for the disaster that had happened.
"Those Lupins," Dumbledore chuckled quietly,"Always blame themselves. Such good teachers, too. Shame that it, a real shame."
He pulled another thought from his mind and dropped it into the silvery substance. The watery face of Fridwulfa swam into view, turned into Hagrid, and then another face...
Dumbledore nodded. Here a choice had been made, one he couldn't change. Perhaps it would be for the best to leave this one alone, yes...
The face vanished, and then there was Mundungus Fletcher. He was gone, but left behind a wound that affected too many. Lucius Malfoy was still in questioning. The old crowd was overly shocked by Mundungus' betrayal.
Dilnavaz Patil and her daughters stared back at him now. Oh, he understood the pain they would have! But that was because of the Choice made. He couldn't stop that, no. He could only protect, in this case, only protect.
Dumbledore dropped one more thought in, watching carefully. He then put the Pensieve back in it's cabinet, now understanding only a bit of what was about to happen.
A/N: Maybe a little confusing, but I think most of you are smart enough to figure it out, I mean, you got the Nemo thing, but that was obvious...
If anything doesn't make sense, it hopefully will by the end of the series.
