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The Warlock Order.

Julius Casingena an Italian alchemist was the founder of the warlock order. In 1207 he created seven different swords and seven different crystals, which would give their owners new great powers.

Both the crystals and the swords were coloured with the colours of the rainbow. By 1215 he had recruited fourteen people among them the famous Tanya Brandl and Samuel Hautzig and they became known as warlocks. Each of them wielded a sword or crystal and fought against the dark and it's servants. Whenever one of them died another assumed their place.

Many powers were attributed to the crystals and swords. What is known is that the blue crystal held power over water and that the red sword and crystal both had power over fire. Rumour has it that the green sword controlled the trees and plants, while the violet sword healed people. The yellow crystal controlled 'lightening' and 'thunder' or to be more exact what the muggles call 'electricity'. The last certainly known property is that of both the indigo crystal and sword, which held the power of the earth.

The warlocks were disbanded when the dark lord Darken killed most of them in 1635. It is believed that the last surviving warlock: Elladora Falconbridge the wielder of the orange sword, combined the seven crystals into a large single one: 'the white crystal'. She then hid the other swords and taking the white crystal with her disappeared.

Extract from Powerful Magical Groups

By Lira Little.

Harry Potter wake up with a start he had had a strange dream, not one about Voldermort as was usual, but one about a wonderful sword that was almost his – 'partner'. Shaking his head with a sigh he pushed out of his mind his fantasies and got up to dress. He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he would have to cook breakfast for the Dursleys and then weed the garden. After running a comb through his messy black hair he headed downstairs.

In the evening Harry decided to go out to the park to relax a bit. But sitting on a park swing was not very relaxing, he was simply too worried and anxious. He was worried that the ministry instead of acknowledging the return of Voldermort was going on a smear campaign against him and Dumbledore. He was scared for his friends' welfare and finally he was anxious about the way Dumbledore had manipulated him and continued to so.

Thinking back on all of Dumbledore's actions in the past years the results were not good. It was quite obvious Dumbledore had set them up for both the philosopher's stone and chamber of secrets fiascos causing them to almost lose their lives and that if he had wanted he could have pushed for Sirius' case to be reconsidered seeing as he was the chief of Wizenmagot. But no that obviously wouldn't do. Harry couldn't have an authority figure, an adult he could trust because he would stop depending on Dumbledore.

Biting back his frustration and anger he took a deep breath to calm himself. He immediately noticed how cold it had become. Shivering he stood up to head back when the bad memories struck.

"Please not Harry…"

"Run, Lily! It's him. Take Harry, and run!"

"Stand aside girl-"

"Avada Kedavra"

"Kill the spare."

Desperately reaching for his wand, he found nothing; belatedly he remembered he had left it back at Privet Drive. A scream reached his ears. Turning he saw two of the dementors swooping onto the terrified form of eleven year old Mark Evans.

He felt a sharp jab of guilt run through him. If it wasn't for him the dementors wouldn't be here and Mark Evans would be safe. He launched himself at the dementors in the desperate hope that he would be able to distract them from their prey but before he could reach them there was a burst of light.

When his eyes cleared right in front of him was a large red sword. Unfortunately he didn't have time to feel surprised because he had managed to attract the dementors' attention and a dozen were heading his way.

Acting on instinct he screamed: "Sword burn!" while reaching out and grasping the sword in front of him. The sword burst into flames.

Harry suddenly felt a great feeling of power and confidence, as if this was what he had been born to do. Firmly gripping the sword he swung at the approaching dementors. A burst of flame shaped like a fireball erupted out of his sword. As Harry watched enthralled, the fireball collided with one of the dementors destroying it and setting fire to another three. With a whoop of relief Harry advanced upon a dementor and slashed at it. It was destroyed. Exhilarated he turned his attention to the other dementors but before he could do anything they fled.

He headed towards the terrified Mark Evans to see if he was all right. Looking him over he saw that he only had a few scratches. Before either of them could say anything a pretty black haired woman approached and held her hand out to Harry.

"Good evening to you. I'm Elladora Falconbridge, a vampire and warlock. Good job handling those dementors. You're Harry Potter?"

I could only nod dumbly at her. She continued unperturbed: "You too are a warlock, so in the name of myself and my other contemporaries, welcome to the order of warlocks. I'm sure you'll fit right into our madcap little band."

"What?"

"Didn't you hear? You're a warlock."

"Yes I did, but what is a warlock?"

The woman sneered. "I see that Binns has been doing his job really well." With a sigh she sat down on a nearby bench, pulling the near hysterical Evans onto her lap and comforting him.

"The warlock order was founded over eight hundred years ago. It consists of seven people wielding crystals and another seven wielding swords. Both the crystals and the swords give their owner magical powers."

This was how I learned about the warlocks. Elladora told how when the order was overthrown she hid and guarded both the crystals and swords. How last June the crystals and swords had come back to life, and started choosing owners. Here she had to stop to explain that like a wand chooses its owner the crystals and swords choose their owner and when he or she feels threatened they transport themselves into their grasp and never again leave until they're dead.

She told me that my sword was the red sword and had the power of fire. She further told me that I would be spending the summer with her, so that I could learn to control my powers. It turned out that Mark Evans was a muggleborn wizard who had already been contacted by Hogwarts. Elladora decided to try to talk his parents into letting him stay with her for the summer as well, for his own protection.

As I headed home to pack, I allowed myself a small grin of glee. I was leaving the Dursleys and I had brand new powers to use against Voldermort and Dumbledore couldn't do a damned thing about it, since he didn't even know.