Foreword

The material used in this fan fiction in no way belongs to me. All copyrighted material in regard to the Pathfinder Role playing Game and Harry Potter bookseries belong to their respective owners. Any material wished removed from the fiction will be removed at first chance.

(I also have no money, thus suing me is useless)

Harry potter and the Emberkin

"Run Cole!"

Those where the last words his father screamed before the daemonspawn tore into him.

Cole grabbed his belt and ran, he ran as long as he could, as far as his feet would carry him. He ran between the fields of golden wheat, a blur among the shafts of night darkened gold, all the while hearing the blood curdling cries of his father.

At the edge of the field, he turned to see his home aflame, the quaint farmhouse where he had spent his life learning and playing. His father, a retired adventurer, had decided to settle down as a farmer to raise Cole.

Inside the inferno that was his home he saw a warped silhouette, it drew nearer and the damned monster that took his father emerged unhindered by the flames. A malevolent mesh of tortured flesh and bone sewn together to accomplish one task.

Slaughter...

It flashed forward as it opened a door between space and time, Cole knew the spell as dimension door, and with it's casting his heart skipped a beat in worry and surprise. Only a few meters off the daemon appeared, Cole knew he would die, just like his father. All the running was for naught, he stared at the daemon charging towards him and readied a spell.

Cole had trained as an arcanist since he could read, his father being an adventurer had called upon an old friend and now mighty summoner to teach him all he knew. But even arcane might had it's limits, his pitiful assortment of spells could not harm a beast of Abbadon, though he did not falter, for he was an emberkin and hatred for the spawn of evil burned doubt and fear from his mind.

"Protection against evil!" the ward flickered to life as the daemon crashed into him, the spell had barely saved his skin, and he knew the next few seconds spelled life or death. The air churned and glowed with arcane flux as a thick web shot forth from Cole's hands, now he had time, a rare commodity for spellcasters.

Cole knew he could not defeat the beast, and his wards could not hold an imp from harming him, let alone a daemon. Cole smiled for a second as a whisper left his mouth,"Invisibility," then another,"dimensional slide." A crack in reality formed in front of Cole, and he was about to step through when, unfortunately for him, the daemon had also cast…

Anyone who has ever been under threat of drowning knows the feeling of the utter pathetic terror caused by helplessness. Cole felt his body go limp, apparently having dimensional anchor cast on you with on half your body inside a crack between worlds felt as if he had been jerked through a meat grinder at the speed of sound…

Well it could have been worse, Cole thought before blacking out, at least all of him came out the other end...

Cole awoke. An endless field of charred flowers surrounded him, both sad and beautiful at the same time, A red waning sun, only as bright as a full moon, hung lazily in the air covering the field in an endless sunset. A grand flash of light blinded him for an instant as the most beautiful woman he had ever seen appeared, dark oily ebony skin like soot, flaming amber hair flowing in an ethereal breeze and eyes like dying embers clinging to life, and then she spoke…

"Awaken my child, your death has not yet come, but beware, for nothing will be the same as you remembered..." She spoke in a melodious voice, with regret and joy, as to see a loved one off safely.

"I shall always come to help when you need me most."

Cole was an Emberkin, his father had met his Peri mother, good outsiders who where the descendants of fallen celestials, while adventuring in the isles of Cheliax, a land that had sold itself to Asmodeus, God, and lord of the nine hells. Both of them where hunting a cult of diabolists that had hatched an insane plot to summon a pit fiend (Really trustworthy characters) to grant them eternal life. After a climactic battle with the cultists his mother and father had shared a short romance before the eternal hunt for evil called her again, and in his care she left her mortal child, her ember…