The Phantom Warlock
A/N: Hey guys. I just got this idea stuck in my head and had to write it down. I've decided to post it and see how you like the first chapter, and if I get enough good reviews, I'll start work on the second chapter. Happy Reading! :)
Side Note: I know that the ending sounds awkward but it's the best I could do, so please don't review and flame about how bad it was, thanks. :)
Also as stated in the description, I do NOT own the cover image. I found it off of Google. Please don't sue me... :(
Harry Potter was not having a good day at all. It started well enough (note the sarcasm), he woke up and immediatly Ron had started yelling at him, trying to accuse him of entering that bloody tournament again. Then when he walked into the Great Hall for breakfast, he found that almost everyone was glaring at him with hate in their eyes. The only exceptions were, Hermione, Neville, Fred and George, Cedric Diggory, Luna Lovegood, and surprisingly Daphne Greengrass and her friend Tracy Davis.
If that wasn't bad enough, his first class of the day just had to be Double Potions. With the Slytherins no less. He had Snape breathing down his neck the entire time waiting for the slightest mistake so that he could take points and throw Harry in detention.
But by far, the worst, happened at dinner. He had just entered the Great Hall, and found that the few supporters he did have, had diminished some. Now Hermione, Cedric, and Davis were glaring at him as well. Sighing in defeat, Harry left the Hall without even trying to eat something, as he could just go down to the kitchens if he wanted anything later. Harry walked the vacent halls of Hogwarts until he reached the top of the Astronomy Tower.
Whenever he was feeling angry or depressed (and the window sill in the Common Room wasn't available), he would always come up here to clear his thoughts. Harry walked to the railing and leaned against it, looking down.
'I could end it right now,' He thought. 'All I'd have to do is just climb over this rail and jump. So simple, yet so dangerous.'
Though, before he could dwell on those thoughts, Harry felt a sharp pain go through his head.
*Flashback*
Harry was standing at the back of a large crowd of kids, outside what looked to be a Muggle school. At the front of the crowd, there stood a large stage with Muggle instaments. Standing at the microphone, was the most beautiful (in Harry's opinion) girl Harry had ever seen. She had extremely pale, almost white skin, and light blue hair tied back into a pony-tail, which looked like it was on fire.
She wore gray knee-high boots with a skull on each foot, black pants held up by a gray studded belt, and a black top that was cut from her left shoulder to just under her right arm. On her left wrist, she wore a small black bracelet, and on her right arm, she wore a black glove that went up to her shoulder.
To top it off, she had glowing green eyes, purple lipstick, and black make-up under both eyes. It was her eyes though, that drew Harry in. He knew those eyes all too well. They showed pain and loss, sadness and hate, and it was those eyes that he himself saw everytime he looked into the mirror.
Harry was snapped out of his thoughts though, when someone snapped their fingers in his face. He looked to his right, and saw a girl who he felt he should know. She had black shoulder length hair, with a small pony-tail at the back, knee-high black combat boots, a black skirt and black shirt with a purple dot in the center.
He was again snapped out of his thoughts when she spoke to him. "Come on Danny! Snap out of it! You have to beat Ember so we can all go home!" Harry shook his head, and spoke not with his voice, or even knowlege of what he was saying. "Thans Sam, I owe you one." He said.
He then took what he assumed was a battle stance, and said, "I'm going ghost!" With that, two glowing white rings appeared around his midsection, split in two, and traveled up and down his body. After this happened he jumped up and surprised himself by hovering in the air, before shooting off towards the beautiful girl on the stage, whos name was apparently Ember.
*Flashback End*
As quickly as the vision started though, it was over, and Harry was left with a splitting headache. After a few minutes of holding his head and gritting his teeth in pain, It suddenly stopped.
He then let out a huge roar of fury, and punched the floor hard enough to crack the foot thick ancient stone. "Damnit Clockwork..." Harry muttered to himself. "Had to go and meddle with my life again didn't you?" He let out a small sigh of frustration, before cracking a small smile. "Well, at least I know who She is. It's now time for the rise of the Phantom Warlock." Harry's smile turned into a slightly evil grin, as his eyes flashed blood-red for a second before going back to their normal green.
*Department of Mysteries - Ministry of Magic*
Deep within the bowels of the Ministry, inside the Hall of Prophecy, in the Department of Mysteries, there stood a small podium in the very back. On that podium there lay a single misty white orb with the label,
'Prophecy of the Phantom Warlock'
'In a time of great need,
When things are falling to the Dark,
A young man with many a good deed,
Shall arive from Amity Park.
Accompanied by His Lady of Flame,
And with help of friends old and new,
And many a creature He did tame,
He shall defeat You-Know-Who.
With the help of a furture no longer to pass,
Wielding a power never before seen,
He will have the power to rally the mass,
He will have eyes of Ectoplasmic Green.
Our savior will be a man of Half Human and Half Ghost,
His Flame will not stand by and watch like a hawk,
His Daughter's there too as they are very close,
All Hail our new Savior, The Phantom Warlock!'
