Title: Visions of Fire
Summary: AU, Book One of 'The Dark Tales' trilogy. Year Six. A little girl appearing out of nowhere in his bedroom was not exactly what Harry had expected on his sixteenth birthday. And what's this about leading a country to war? Slash, creature fic, Harry/Draco.
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Genre: Romance/Fantasy
Rating: Mature
Warning(s): * blood, sexual situations, creature! Harry, mate! Draco, strong language, character death, violence *
Author's Note: I hope you like this story as much as I like writing it. Leave any suggestions, comments, or anything at all in a review or PM. Reviews are always apperciated and loved so always consider leaving one, it means the world to an author. Flames will not be tolerated. Enjoy!
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Chapter One: Of Kings and Courts
. . . .
Harry Potter
July 31, 1996
"Happy birthday to me," Harry muttered, shifting around in his small bed to lie on his back. Harry frowned, only slightly disappointed that nothing had happened.
On the sixteenth birthday of all witches and wizards, they received their magical inheritance whether it is creature blood, a power boost or nothing at all.
Harry Potter fell in the 'nothing at all' category, apparently.
"So much for an inheritance," Harry said, bitterly frowning as he shifted to his side, watching as the clock turned 12:01. "I knew Ron was pulling my leg."
"I hope he didn't break it." A small voice from beside the window spoke causing Harry to jump and fall off his small bed, curses flew from his mouth as his back burned with pain.
The voice gasped before little footsteps ran towards him, Harry blinked up as a pair of violet eyes peered over him.
Harry sat up cautiously, looking at the little girl before him. She had long, golden hair and violet eyes; she looked to only reach Harry's waist and looked, at least, seven years old. Harry eyes widened as he spotted pointed ears as she shifted her hair from her eyes.
"I—who are you?" Harry stuttered out, getting up cautiously.
The girl smiled before she bowed, "My name is Valeria, and I am one of your Elders."
"Elder?" Harry echoed, skeptically. "You don't look older than seven and why do I need an Elder?"
"I am three hundred and seventy years old, my Akil." Valeria huffed, obviously offended.
Harry's eyes widened and exclaimed, "That is not possible!" The girl looked like a child!
Valeria's mouth thinned and said, "I assure you, Akil, it is true. I was born a light elf and we tend to slow down in aging around seven years old, I have been this age for almost a hundred years, my 400th birthday shall make me eight in human years."
Harry fell back onto his bed, shocked, and not quite sure all that was being said was true. A seven year old child who had been on this earth longer than he was, it sounded like he was being pranked. "This is a dream; this has to be a dream." Why couldn't anything normal happen to him?
Valeria frowned before her eyes lit up. "Ah, you haven't received your inheritance yet."
"There is no inheritance," Harry argued, he wondered if Ron paid this girl to pull his leg like this. "It's past midnight and nothing has happened."
"Well, the longer it takes for you to get your inheritance, the greater your power. It is expected of our Akil to receive his inheritance at the end of midnight."
Harry felt the beginning of a headache as he tried to comprehend what was being said. "Akil, what is that?"
"Akil in the language of our great Isis means king."
"King?" Harry whispered, horrified. "You must be mistaken I am not a king, you have the wrong guy."
"No, I do not, my Akil." Valeria insisted. "Omnira has not had a king since King Merlin centuries ago and now, the wild magic is building up to the point of destruction. Magic, herself, has chosen you to be the king to Omnira."
"Me? A king? Surely, this is a joke." Harry shook his head.
"I assure you, my Akil, this is not." Valeria responded, firmly.
"How can I know this is all true?" Harry demanded.
"By allowing me to bring you to Omnira where you can claim your throne and rule." Valeria stated as if it was that easy.
"I don't know about all of that but I would like to go—" Harry stopped, gasping, as he grabbed his chest before he crumpled to the floor.
Valeria blinked before she glanced at the clock, 12:45 it read and she smiled. Bending down, she touched Harry's forehead, tracing his scar as she whispered, "You surely will be great, my Akil." She closed her eyes and was gone without a sound.
Outside, Albus Dumbledore rang the doorbell at Number Four, Privet Drive not knowing that something big just happened.
. . . .
Harry shifted as he heard soft whispers around him, he was somewhere comfortable and warm but for the life of him, he couldn't quite remember what had happened.
It was his birthday…
"Inala, I assure you that this is indeed our Akil, I have received the message from Isis herself." A voice said, sounding extremely irritated.
A little girl came to him and…
"Of course, Val, I believe you but when you brought him in he did not look very king like! Oh, don't give me that look!" The second voice exclaimed.
…told him he was a king to Omin…Omar…
"Inala, don't talk about our Akil like that!" The first voice hissed, sounding very angry.
…and her name was…
"Valeria!" Harry shouted, groaning as he gave himself a headache. He rubbed his head, trying to will the throbbing away. He heard the door open and footsteps entered the room.
"My king, you are awake!" Harry glanced up to see Valeria beaming at his prone form and next to her a blue-haired woman—around twenty-five—stood uncertainly next to her, biting her lip.
"Harry, this is Inala, she is a water nymph." Valeria said, pushing the girl in front of the teen.
"My king," The blue-haired woman muttered, bowing.
"Hello, Inala, very nice to meet you." Harry said, politely his headache residing slightly for him to examine Inala up close. Inala had blue hair and green eyes; she wore a simple blue dress which showed off her glittering rainbow scales that shone on her skin. "Your scales are beautiful."
Inala blushed, surprised at the compliment, and muttered, "Thank you, my Akil."
"Err… Valeria, where am I?" Harry asked, now noticing that he was indeed not at his aunt and uncle's house. The room he was in was beautiful and huge, he currently laid on a king size bed with beige colored comforters, and a desk was near the window where the sun was up high indicating that it was midday. Harry blinked amazed as two tiny fairies—no bigger than his pinky finger—flew in and laid a tray of food next to his bed.
"How—?" Harry asked, amazed as the fairies floated away with a wink.
"Magic." Valeria said, cheekily, causing Harry to give her a hard stare.
"Where am I, Valeria?" Harry asked again, staring at the small child.
"You are in Omnira, your highness." Valeria said, simply.
"So, I wasn't dreaming." Harry groaned, he had hoped none of it was true or one big mistake.
"No, Harry, this isn't a dream." Valeria tried, gently. "You have gained your inheritance and once you are trained you will rule Omnira."
Harry felt like he was going to faint again, "I don't think I'm right for the job."
"But you are," Valeria sighed, clutching her dress. "Omnira is filled with wild magic that is neither yielded nor controlled, with so many of us we are able to maintain the wild magic without it lashing out. We can only do this for so long, my Akil."
Harry shook his head, "I don't quite follow you, Valeria."
Inala sighed before she bowed her head and spoke, "My king, what Valeria is trying to say is that the inhabitants of Omnira were able to control the wild magic until we found our king, the king alone has the power and core to wield such immense magic for a long period of time without Omnira self-destructing."
"Wait, what does that mean?" Harry asked, swiftly looking between the two girls.
Inala and Valeria shared a look before Inala answered, "It means that without a host Omnira would self-destruct; destroying itself and its inhabitants due to the sheer amount of magic and energy it carries and nowhere to anchor it all."
"A few more years and Omnira and all of the magical creatures who live here would be no more." Valeria added.
Harry paled, he hadn't realized that a whole kingdom was suffering because of him, that the citizens were holding off an atomic magical explosion just so he could reach his inheritance and claim the throne. He felt sick thinking that he was going to refuse the crown and leave these people.
Harry determined eyes shone as he looked at them both, "What do I have to do?"
He really did have a saving people thing.
Inala smiled before she said, "First, I suggest you look into a mirror before anything else."
Harry nodded, liking that idea but not liking how both girl began to giggle as they led him to the grand bathroom, Harry paused to gawk at the golden lined tiles and marble sink. He walked over to the mirror above the sink and gasped.
Harry was now six foot, with high cheekbones. His skin was tanned and smooth, and he ran his hand over his wavy, black hair that reached his shoulder. He was still scrawny and thin but he knew he would be getting a lot of training for his muscles to grow.
"I'm not wearing my glasses" Harry realized with a jolt. "And I have pointed ears!"
Inala giggled from behind him, "Yes, Akil, so you do. Now, please, close your eyes and will your wings to come out."
"Wings?" Harry blurted out but quickly closed his eyes when Inala glared at him. He thought of wings, so he could fly and how heavy they would feel in his back but comforting as well, he—
Harry eyes shot open when he heard a gasp and blinked at his two Elders, "What? What is it?" Harry turned and almost fainted when he saw two fully grown, black wings extended proudly from his back.
"What the bloody hell am I?" Harry breathed, amazed. "Am I a Light Elf?"
"Don't be silly," Valeria snapped, glaring. "You are much powerful, my king, you are an Ancient."
"Ancient?" Harry murmured, only half-curious as he inspected his wings.
"Yes, an Ancient is a creature that has been dated back for thousands of years such as Dragons, Basilisk, and Dark Elves." Inala explained.
"Wow, so what am I?" Harry asked, again.
"You are a Dark Elf, my king." Inala stated, satisfied to know that Harry was indeed fit for the job of sustaining Omnira.
"Isis has chosen well in you." Valeria commented, nodding her head in approval.
"But I don't understand, why not choose Dumbledore or Voldemort? Why me?"
Valeria's eyes darkened before she spoke, "Harry, there is more to being king than power, a king must have compassion and good will in his heart. Isis, the goddess of magic, has chosen you to lead her creatures and people into war with both Dumbledore and Voldemort. Dumbledore would only manipulate those who live here to work for his own gain and Voldemort would only destroy us."
Harry nodded in understanding, lost in thought. "I suppose if magic herself has chosen me than I must abide right?"
Valeria smiled in triumph as Inala breathed a sigh in relief, happy that their ruler had accepted his role. "That is correct, my Akil, I am certain you will be a great ruler."
"I sure hope so," Harry muttered, frowning. "Hey, you said I will lead these people to war with Dumbledore and Voldemort so it means that I am allowed to leave for school, correct?"
Valeria blinked, "Of course, the council will deal with any ailments the people have and if anything major would happen we will contact you."
"Right, this will take a while to get used to." Harry muttered, exiting the bathroom. "But I've been in far weirder situation."
He would never forget seeing Voldemort naked rising from a cauldron for the rest of his life. Harry shuddered at the thought; Valeria and Inala both shot each other a bemused look.
. . . .
August 5, 1996
"Today, you will learn about Omnira's history and hierarchy." Valeria stated they were in the Blue room that held library that was filled with books from potions to dark magic.
Harry nodded in understanding and Valeria began. "Omnira was created by Isis, the goddess of magic. She had blessed the very soil of Omnira with magic hence why the country has wild magic everywhere. Our last king was King Merlin until his death in the 12th century. Since then, we have not found a king suitable and strong enough to stabilize Omnira."
"How about the wizarding world, how come they are separate?" Harry asked.
Valeria sighed, sadly. "After King Merlin's death, many tried to take his throne wanting the power that Omnira offered. However, they were either driven insane or died from the vast magic that Omnira carries and couldn't bond with Omnira's magic. The purebloods, as they liked to call themselves, hated that they lived in a place with creatures who they thought beneath them. They believed that wizards had stronger magic and blood and so, they left for the muggle world where they lived in seclusion and secret after the mass witch hunt of Salem."
Harry frowned. "So, even back then purebloods thought they were better than everyone else."
Valeria nodded. "Sadly yes. Now, moving on, there are three sections in Omnira." She waved her hand and a map appeared before them.
"I've been meaning to ask...how can you use magic without a wand so easily?" Harry asked, curiously.
Valeria blinked. "Everyone can, Omnira is filled with magic, even in its very soil, and so it is used to channel our magic unlike the wizarding world where magic has to be channeled through wands."
Harry nodded. "Now, then, like I was saying…there are three sections to Omnira. The large palace, which is called King's Pier, is in the center of Omnira and about three hours away from each city through horse ride." Valeria paused, allowing the words to sink in. "East of here near the Red Lake is Emerald City where all magical creatures—unicorns, lynx, fairies, etc. — reside. If you go west, you will arrive at Madu City, which holds all magical people whether they are wizards, witches, or squibs. Finally, far south near Forest of Dawn is Hart City that holds hybrids, such as light and dark elves, sirens, veelas, etc."
Harry nodded, taking hold of the floating map to look at it more closely. "Right, this is getting a bit much."
Valeria smiled at him reassuringly. "Do not worry, Akil, you will get used to it. We will travel to all three cities once your coronation is complete."
"Coronation?" Harry looked up in alarm.
Valeria nodded. "Yes, my king, your coronation will take place in December before Christmas. That way you will have time to settle in your position and also find your mate."
"M-mate?" Harry stuttered.
Valeria gave him a weird look. "Yes, my king, your mate; the King's consort, the one who will rule with you."
"How will I know when I've met my mate?" Harry asked.
"You will have the urge to dominate the person and claim them as yours. Dark elves are Ancients and are very dominant and possessive of their mates. More than likely, your mate will be someone you have interactions with most of the time."
Harry's head was spinning and didn't speak as the information washed over him. Valeria noticed his mortified expression and tried her best to reassure him. "Your mate is someone who will love you unconditionally and will stand by you no matter what. They will make you the happiest you have ever been, it is a beautiful thing."
Harry nodded in a daze. It sounded wonderful and he always wanted someone to love and love him without a thought to his fame or name.
"Now, another thing we must talk about is the hierarchy in Omnira. There are three great powers in Omnira: the King is the highest, Elders comes second, and then, the nobles. The king is of course you; you are able to declare war, and form policies and laws which go to the Elders who approve or deny the policy, they also are the voices of the people. The Elders can only be revoked if they betray their country. The nobles are the highest families that have political influence in Omnira and will come as great allies in war."
"I didn't know that Omnira had that kind of government," Harry commented, impressed that Omnira had a structured government.
Valeria giggled. "Yes, well, we are not behind the times, my king."
Before he could respond, there was a knock at the door and someone entered. It was Inala, blue hair and all. "Hey, you two, it's time for lunch."
Harry gladly stood up, happy for the interruption as he walked out the Blue room.
. . . .
August 10, 1996
"My king," His trainer, a dark elf from Hart city named Brody, began. He had curly, brown hair and dark, almost black eyes. "You must concentrate; controlling the shadows must come from within."
"I am concentrating." Harry said with gritted teeth. He closed his eyes, let out a long breath out of his nose and willed his shadow magic to come forth if only for Brody to shut up.
"Good, Good!" He heard Brody cheer. "I can see the shadows swirling around you."
Harry opened his eyes and almost lost his concentration as he watched in awe as shadows surround and swirl around him like great puffs of black smoke. "Now, Akil, command them to go forward and strike the dummy. Remember, concentrate!"
Harry growled but did as instructed. 'Strike the dummy, now!' Harry watched with amazement as the shadows left him and struck the dummy. On impact the dummy shriveled and disappeared from sight as it was engulfed by the shadows.
"Was that supposed to happen?" Harry said, breathlessly after calling the shadows back to him.
Brody nodded, "Yes, the way the shadow powers work is that it sucks the very life essence and magic out of a thing until it becomes nothing."
"Sounds dark," Harry commented, in his hand was a shadow ball that he had learned to form last lesson.
"Yes, well, we are not called dark elves for nothing." Brody stated, cheekily.
Harry rolled his eyes but didn't say a word. "Now, next we must practice on your concealment powers, use your shadows to conceal yourself and blend into the background."
Harry groaned, knowing it would be yet another long day.
"Concentrate!"
. . . .
August 15, 1996
It was beautiful outside the palace with lush green grass and a small pond near the middle, there were guards everywhere and Harry could spot a stable around the back. Harry was so distracted with the scenery he almost missed what Inala was telling him.
"You want me to do what?" Harry asked, not quite sure he had heard correctly.
"We think it's time you bond your magic with Omnira so it will not be unstable while you are away at Hogwarts." Inala explained again.
"Remember what I told you to do." Valeria reminded him as they stepped away from him.
Harry sighed, kneeling onto the ground and placing both his palms on to the ground. He instantly felt the pulsing wild magic and took a breath. "I, Harry James Potter, king of Omnira and Elder of the Dark Elves establish a magical bond with Omnira, the land of magic, to establish a link that can never be broken. To share my magic with its magic and its magic with my magic in the name of Isis, so mote it be." Harry suddenly felt magic pouring in him, it made him feel full and he groaned as it became painful.
Harry saw a white flash before everything went black.
. . . .
Harry woke up to a pounding headache and he groaned, clutching his head. He was in the White room where the infirmary was located; he recognized the white beds and walls. Over his head, he could see Valeria's golden eyes and Inala's anxious green ones.
"What happened?" Harry croaked his throat dry.
"You're awake," Inala said with relief, passing him a cup of water. "I'm so happy you're awake."
"You fainted after you bonded with Omnira's magic, I think all that wild magic was too much for you to handle while conscience." Valeria explained.
Harry leaned back against his bed. "How long have I been out?"
Inala answered this time. "Three days." Harry's eyes widened in shock.
"Be grateful," Valeria said, smiling. "If anyone else had tried they would have been dead by the sheer amount of magic they would have to absorb but you didn't. Your magical core actually expanded and adjusted to the magic coming in. It's amazing…you're amazing, Harry."
Harry blushed at the compliment.
. . . .
August 20, 1996
"High!" The man called out, his black hair swishing as he moved his sword down, Harry had only a moment to duck his head before the sword met the ground.
"Really, Khalil," Harry mocked, gasping for air. "Is that the best you can do?"
Khalil narrowed his eyes before he called out, "Right." and his blade came slashing to Harry's side, Harry quickly thrusted his forward to meet it. The sound of metal ringed throughout the room.
"Right," he said, and "Left," and "High," and "Low," and "Left," again, he moved faster and quicker each time causing Harry to only defend himself while stumbling back from the onslaught.
He knew he shouldn't had provoked Khalil since he was the best swordsman in Omnira but it still gave him a challenge and goal to one day defeat his teacher.
"Forward." He called out, before he lunged forward causing Harry to sidestep him and swept his blade away, Harry paused trying to catch his breath and sweat dripping from him in his exhaustion.
"No, time for rest, my Akil." Khalil growled out before he called, "Hig.h" Harry could barely see his sword, only the sound of the clashing of swords. "Left. Left. Left. Right. High. Low. Left. Left!"
Harry dropped his sword and clutched his right shoulder as he glared at Khalil as blood began to drip from the wound. "Khalil, what the hell?"
"You are dead now, my king." He bowed before he went to Harry, touching his shoulder. Harry watched as a white light emitted from his hands and was awed when Khalil removed his hand to see not even a scar on his shoulder.
"You said left and went right." Harry said, hotly, glaring at him.
"And now you are a dead king."
"But you said left" Harry growled.
"You are too trusting of a man's word, my king, you should only trust the way the sword is heading." Khalil responded, wisely.
Harry huffed, "It still doesn't make it fair."
Khalil golden eyes softened and offered him a smile as Harry stood from the ground. "You should go get cleaned up, you still have a meeting to go to before you leave."
Harry only nodded; he began to leave but was stopped when Khalil called him over.
"I have a," Khalil paused to find the correct word. "Farewell gift, if you may." He waved his hand and a wrapped package floated in front of Harry.
Harry blinked in surprise, not expecting this at all. He took the package and tore away its wrapping, Harry gasped.
"It was made by a goblin from the strongest steel they could find and doused with basilisk venom so one pierce would instantly kill any of your enemies but you may touch it since you are immune to basilisk venom." Khalil explained.
Harry looked in awe at the magnificent sword before him, it was as long as the Gryffindor sword and as wide, it had an emerald gem in its hilt. Harry looked up at Khalil with gratitude in his eyes, "I—thank you, Khalil. This is amazing."
Khalil bowed, "You are most welcome my king, now, you must go."
Harry nodded, and with a wave of his hand the sword disappeared knowing that it was now securely in his school trunk. He gave Khalil a hug which surprised the vampire but he allowed the affection.
Harry left the training room, feeling sad that he was to leave this wonderful place. Harry felt at home in Omnira as if he was meant to stay here for the rest of his life.
Today, he had finished his training and was going to spend the rest of the summer at Grimmauld Place. This saddened Harry as he didn't want to leave this wonderful place with its kind people. He for once in his life felt wanted and normal somewhere.
Harry entered the large conference room and watched as all six of his Elder rose and bowed at him. The bowing he would never get used to.
His six Elders consisted of the six most powerful creature race's leaders; he swept his gaze around the room examining each of his Elder.
The Dragons, who was represented by Drago,—Harry supposed he was nearing one thousand years old but looked not a day older than thirty— he had piercing blue eyes and long straight auburn hair, he smirked as he caught Harry's eyes.
Light Elves were represented by Valeria who waved at Harry happily and Harry smiled back, fondly, she had become like a little sister for him—though, she was older than him—these past few weeks and Harry cared for her deeply.
Sirens were represented by Shari who had orange hair and the most purple eyes Hatty had ever seen, Shari winked at him mischievously which caused Harry to raise an eyebrow; surely, Shari wouldn't prank his king?
Hollygwen sat representing the Shifters, her red hair and hazel eyes made her look stunning—although she was currently glaring at Inala, the one representing the Water Nymphs, Harry shook his head and turned to his final member, Eli, who had blonde hair and blue eyes and looked every bit Veela to represent them. They were all in their human form as Harry greeted them and began to speak.
"Before I go, I have a few proposals;" Harry paused, making sure he had caught everyone's attention. "I think it would keep our country safe and away from exposure if we guard each portal entrance. If one needs entrance in our world that is not a permanent residence, they must apply for temporary visit with one of the six guards. One guard must come from each of you so choose your most trusted to guard our country." Harry paused looking at each one. "Any objections?" He felt satisfied when no one raised their hand.
"Now, I also believe that we should add more creatures into our Elder." Harry paused, as protest resounded. "Silence!" The murmurs quieted down and Harry sighed. "I say this because we are going to be at war with two very powerful wizards so I believe it is only right to add more Elders."
"What do you propose, Akil?" Hollygwen asked, tilting her head to her side.
"I believe we should add Vampires and Goblins into our Elder, we have both creature living in Omnira but they are not represented."
"That is because most of them prefer to live in the mortal world." Drago supplied.
"That may be so," Harry agreed, "but soon they will be seeking refuge behind our walls so we may as well bring in more Elders." Harry said, looking at them all.
"Who do you propose?" Valeria asked curiously.
"Khalil for the Vampires and Ragnok for the goblins, I will contact him once I reach the mortal world. Val, I trust you will induct and inform Khalil of his new position." Harry said, he trusted both immensely and instantly thought of them when he had come up with the idea of adding the vampires and goblins to his Elder a few days ago.
"I think we also need a Elder for the magical people: wizards, witches, and squibs." Harry paused, looking at them before he continued.
"No need to worry, I have someone in mind, she will be perfect."
"Of course, my king, we trust your judgment." Shari assured, giving him a warm smile.
Harry nodded. "That is all, then. I will see you all at Christmas." Harry stood, bid them goodbye, and left the conference room. He sighed in relief, his shoulders sagging.
"Harry," He turned and smiled as he saw Valeria and Inala run up to him. "It's time to go."
"We have sent Hedwig and your trunk to where you specified, my king. I assume your friends will be expecting you once they find Hedwig at Grimmauld." Inala informed.
Harry sighed, nodding. "Right, I'm going to really miss you guys."
Valeria looked as if she was going to cry and Inala just grinned as they both said, "We'll miss you too, Harry."
"But there's always Christmas!" Valeria said, cheering up. "You'll be officially announced as the king, make your first public appearance and you will have your mate by your side."
"Yeah, if I find them." Harry muttered.
"You will, Akil." Inala said, leaning up to give him a kiss on the cheek. "We will be waiting."
"Goodbye, Inala." Harry said, sadly as he grabbed hold of Valeria's hand. He tried to memorize the palace that he had come to love as it faded into a blur around him.
. . . .
When Harry blinked again, he found himself in the living room of Grimmauld Place and he blushed as he realized that the Weasley, The Order, and Hermione were there all gaping at where he just appeared.
He ignored them all to turn to the little girl who changed his whole life, he bent on one knee so he could meet Valeria eye to eye.
"Oh, Harryl!" Valeria cried out, throwing herself onto Harry. "Please, write to me. Hedwig will be able to get through, no problem, and don't forget me."
"Never." Harry whispered fiercely. "You're my little big sister, remember? I can never forget what you've done for me."
Valeria laughed, tearfully. "Oh, Harry," She leant in for another hug before she sighed and took a step back. Harry stood, looking at her forlornly; he never knew saying goodbye would hurt so much.
With a final wave, Valeria was gone in thin air.
Harry sighed, he slumped his shoulders as he turned to face the room. Harry looked amused as he saw everyone was stock still not knowing where to begin.
"Harry, my boy," Harry twitched as he heard Dumbledore voice. "Where have you been?"
Harry ignored him and turned to where Hermione and the Weasley's sat, and gave them a nervous smile. "Hey, guys."
Before he knew it, Hermione had launched herself onto him and was sobbing into his shoulder. He awkwardly patted her on the back as she cried her eyes out.
He hated when girls cried.
"Oh, Harry." Hermione managed to say, she leaned back to look into his face. "you look so different, where have you been? We've been worried sick since Professor Dumbledore—"
"Hermione," Harry said, she instantly quieted. " Everything will be explained we just need a quiet place to speak."
"Here is fine, Potter." A voice said gruffly who Harry instantly recognized as Moody.
"Sorry, Moody but I don't trust you nor the Order so I do not feel comfortable divulging any information of my whereabouts to any of you."
"Harry—" Dumbledore began but Harry cut him off.
"No, old man, I especially do not trust you. Now, if you excuse me." Harry said, ushering the Fred, George, Ron and Hermione up the stairs and into the first bed room that came to sight and once everyone entered, he closed the door behind him and wandlessly put up security and privacy wards so no one could listen to what is being said.
"Harry, what is going on?"Hermione asked, her eyes filled with worry.
Harry gave her a reassuring smile before he began, "I have brought you here because I trust you but if you betray my trust, death will be kinder to what I will do to you."
Everyone shivered at his cold tone before they all nodded. Harry relaxed and began his tale of how Valeria came on his sixteenth birthday and how he got his inheritance, his training, and his position in Omnira.
"…and so, we decided that it would be best if I stayed here for the rest of the summer and go back to Hogwarts. I will be fully inducted as king in Christmas and I will be introduced publicly in December as well." Harry finally stopped, gauging everyone's reaction to his tale. They all had an overwhelmed look on their face.
"What the bloody hell?" Ron exclaimed, his face white. "Blimey Harry, you're a freaking king to the whole magical race practically. That's huge mate."
"Don't remind me," Harry moaned, it was still overwhelming to him even after all that happened. "That reminds me; I have to ask Hermione a question."
"What is it?" Hermione asked.
"Hermione, I want you to become a part of my Elders, I want you to represent the magical community.
"Oh, Harry, yes!" Hermione instantly agreed.
"Thank you," Harry said, he turned to the rest. "Thank you to everyone for being understanding."
Ron snorted. "Like we're not used to your adventures already."
"Harry, I was meaning to ask you." Hermione began, her eyes gleaming. "Where exactly is Omnira, it seems as if it is hidden and I have never heard of it."
"Of course you wouldn't. There are only six portal entrances to enter it, two are here in Britain. One is in France, another one in Russia, another in the States and the final one, I cannot tell you as they are not open to the public and only the Elder that guards it and I know where it is." Harry finished apologetically.
Hermione nodded, thoughtful. "It sounds amazing, and magical folks live there?"
Harry nodded, "You would be astounded at how many witches, wizards and squibs we have as residence. I think most like it because everyone is treated equally there, as long as you have magic you are welcome to stay."
"Why can't muggles enter?" Fred piped up, curiously.
Harry frowned. "The magic over there is so thick and immense that a muggle would feel like they are suffocating." Harry looked pointedly at Hermione. "It would be like sending an astronaut into space without any oxygen or headgear."
They were all confused as Hermione gasped in horror.
"What does that do to them?" George asked.
"Their heads explode." Harry replied simply.
George and Fred shared an evil grin. "Wicked!"
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*Omnira- the land of magic
*Akil – king, your highness
*Isis – goddess of magic; magic
*Madu City - City of the people