Spell incantations are written in bold

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The rhythmic beating echoed around the dark cave. It was a small cave. Barley big enough to hold the average car, but it was big enough. The cave was illuminated by a single Lantern. It's glow almost ethereal in nature. The flames danced with such speed and fluidity that it could have been mistaken for being alive. The Lantern was located below the dripping water with each drop falling into the Lantern. Yet, the fire continued to burn and to it almost seemed to grow brighter with each drop of water consumed by it.

Within the cave was a figure. It was clad in what seemed to be a dark tattered cloak. Their face hidden in the shadows of their hood with only their misty breathes to give away that they were in fact alive. The Figure shifted before the Lantern moving closer to feel more of it's warmth. It's movement illuminated the Figures face revealing a man in what looked to be in his late 20s.

The man looked worse for wear. His hair long, untamed, and oily from years of not grooming it. His skin dry and flaky and his eyes dull yet still holding the green of their youth.

This man while ordinary in appearance was not ordinary at all. For this man was a wizard. A very famous wizard at that. A wizard by the name of Harry potter. And right now Harry wanted nothing more then a treacle tart.

This Cave was not an ordinary cave either. "Azure glissade" is what the locals had called it. It translated into "frozen death" in their native language. In local folklore the cave was home to an enchantment to bring death to all who venture into it. Many adventurers had died trying to explore it and left behind their many trophies and riches to forever become consumed in this frozen tomb. Temperatures in the cave can reach -300F on a warm sunny day.

Harry shivered in the cold. While the lantern provided him warmth it did not manage to undo the powerful enchantments cast upon this place. He looked around the cave. The cave had absorbed centuries of treasure into it's very walls. Every wall was covered in a solid sheet of gold morphing to fit the natural curvature of the cave. Precious gems were encrusted into the walls, some that haven't been seen in centuries.

Harry reached out to the wall behind him touching the wall, feeling the engravings of the golden stone and the smooth bumps of the various gems lost to time.

Harry pulled out a small watch from his robe. He checked it frowning. With a swift movement he and tapped the golden rocks muttering "urbuagry lokigy" a handy Egyptian spell that he had found of his travels. One of the only ones that were of any use anyway.

The engravings of the stone suddenly shifted before his very eyes into symbols upon the wall. Symbols that while unnoticed before now look to have always been there. These markings, these runes lit up before disappearing into the wall. Suddenly the wall opened up revealing a passage way. Harry stood up, pick up the lantern before walking into the hidden passage, the wall closing behind him.

The grove of groffle groggen, 1 mile away from the town of hogsmeade

Within a small grove hidden away in depths of the forest a rock opened up to reveal a man holding a lantern. Harry pulled out his wand and with a sharp flick the lantern disappeared. It was a very special lantern. Greek in origin. Harry remembers very clearly the man who gave it to him.

He had been 19 at the time. The horrors of the battle of Hogwarts still fresh in his mind. He was studying under the tuition of a not very well known Greek warlock. He had escaped to Greece in search of said warlock by the name of Bemus the benign. It had taken months of interrogation of various "sources" to find him. Hidden away in the magical forests. Legend says of mythical beasts that roam the forest at night. Of course Harry quickly learned that they were not just limited to the night.

He was nursing he wounds from a previous encounter with a giant boar when he heard whispering outside of his makeshift shelter. "demonso rieglo" a cloaked man in black muttered before the trees in front off him opened up their roots and revealed a hidden passage way. He entered inside, the passage way closing behind him. Harry moved to act. Grabbing his wand and cloak he hurriedly made way to the same spot.

"demonso rieglo" he muttered expecting a passage way but instead found none. Confused Harry combed his brain thinking of what he did wrong. "Did I mess up the pronunciation?" "Maybe I had misheard". Suddenly he heard movement to his right. Harry quickly pointed his wand at the bush a curse at his tongue and waited, but nothing came.

Curious he walked towards the bush when in a blur the environment around him shifted into what looked to be a library. He sat in the middle of the archive in a wooden chair along with a small table. He tried to move but quickly realized that his limbs were suddenly without feeling. "Who are you!" said a booming voice with a Greek accent. Harry quickly found himself at the end of a wand. "I said who are you?"

"I'm Harry, Harry potter" Harry found himself saying without his consent. "I am a British wizard seeking refuge and knowledge from a Greek warlock named Bemus to further my fight against the dark lord Voldemort" Harry gasped as he tried to catch his breath. The wizard in front of him frowned in thought for a moment before with a swish of his wand let harry go.

"Wait your just going to let me go?" said Harry in bedevilment at how a person could be so trusting. "Yes" said the wizard. "I sense your actions as pure and have no need for any further harm". "My name is Bemus and this is my home". Harry looked like a deer in headlights as he struggled to take in what had just happened. "yo..you...bu..w..why?".

"Why what?" said Bemus amused.

Harry found himself at lost for words. At one side he was relieved that he was in no danger but in another he only had more questions. He had searched for Bemus the benign for the last three months and now he stumbled upon him by accident!

"My boy there are no accidents" said Bemus.

What? How did he-

"Oh, I said that out loud" Harry realized.

"Come let me show you around" said Bemus

And with that Bemus turned around and proceeded to exit the room. Harry followed having many questions.

"What is this place and how did you sense my actions were pure?" asked Harry in a single breath

"This is my home. The library you just came from is the home of centuries worth of magical knowledge that I had collected. One of which is the ശുദ്ധ പ്രവർത്തനം spell. It detects the users alignment. I had cast it on you when you awoke."

"But I don't recall any spell nor did I see your hand move" said Harry

Bemus laughed to himself. Harry didn't find any of it funny.

"My boy, not all magic can be seen"

"Bloody old bastard" muttered Harry as he began to move

He secretly wondered what the old man would think of him now

Harry was brought out of his musing by a movement by a deep rumbling underneath him. To his left a rock face in the grove had started to shift and contour wildly. Out of nowhere a rune appeared in the air in front of it. It glowed brightly, before as if materializing from the rock itself a huge beast appeared from the rock face. It was a Golem. Harry's eyes widened. Golems haven't been around since the 16th century. This one must have been left still active.

Covered in moss it towered over Harry. Limbs made of bedrock. Hands the size of cars. All topped with a strangely skull shaped head made of sediment that have not seen the sun in millions of years.

.The beast dug it's colossal hands deep within the ground and with a mighty inhuman roar it lifted a boulder the size of a small house. Shifting it's grip the Golem chucked it at Harry with a ogreish grunt.

With a swift flick of his wand Harry transfigured the boulder into a flock of South African green pigeons. Reversing his grip he jabbed his wand at the Golem. A long tendril of fire shot of his wand like a torpedo. Wrapping around the Golem like a python around it's fresh kill.

The Golem shrieked with intensity as It struggled to fight the death grip the spell had put on it. Harry stood watch silently as the Golem tried it's very hardest to break free but to no avail.

With one last look at Harry the Golem crumbed back into the stone it came from. A rune fizzling in the air before vanishing.

Harry slipped his wand back into his holster before walking out of the grove on to a very trodden path.

Golems were made illegal in the 16th century when they were officially classified as dark magic. They work similarly to horcrux. Trapping the souls of the unsuspecting to material bounding them to the mortal plane. They were typically used on muggles. Most of them were just used as guards and for heavy labor. They didn't need feeding, shelter, had no free will, and live for a very very long time. Some even older then some countries.

Rock Golems were the most common as they were the most durable material available. Metal did not conduct magic nearly as well.

Harry strolled along the path taking in the scenery. He was determined to take his time to get where he was going. To make the man that was waiting for him wait even longer. Petty, yes but Harry didn't care.

He had now entered Hogsmeade. Dismissing the various detection charms with a flick of his wrist he strolled into the town. He walking past the tinted windows with the cold bitter air biting at his face. It had been a while since he had last come here. Faint memories of him laughing with Ron and Hermione. Of the joyful laughter of students and the bustle of the town.

He walked past a group of slytherin students talking among each other. Laughing and smiling like it wasn't just a few years since the war ended. They didn't notice him. Feeling a bit parched he entered the hogshead. The bartender barley gave him a glance as he ordered one butter beer. He paid a galleon and left. The bartender didn't even notice the coin.

Once he exited the town he was once more drawn into a memory of his late mentor.

"So your saying ancient magic was weak?" said Harry halfway through his breakfast

He had lived with Bemus for a year now and so far he had taught him much. They were currently have a very avid discussion on whether the Egyptian native Hippogriff can take on the north american Thunderbird.

"Not weak in power but in utility" Bemus replied amused. "Ancient magic was still new and people had a hard time controlling it. So in a sense it was 'weak'"

"But what about the various rituals, death curses, and other spells you've shown me, they're controllable. Weren't they ancient as well?"

"Well, let me tell you a secret. Before incantations and wand movements and what not, magic used to be summoned on the emotion of the user coupled with a certain phrase. Emotion driven spells were often more uncontrolled. Say if a user was filled with hatred the spell they would produce would be a darker and dangerous spell. The phrases they used were typically what they wanted the spell to do. So powerful ancient spells like the killing curse need killing intent and a phrase such as 'let the thing be destroyed' while newer spells lack the need for intent and focus more on fancy shmancy wand movements and wordings instead, usually in Latin"

"That's also why 'accio' translates to I summon in Latin. In fact a majority of spells in use today come from Latin roots mostly due to the eradication of the other civilizations"

"So what do you think" Bemus finished with his lecture

Harry busy staring at a rather busty looking poster of a witch singer jumped startled

"From the top then" Bemus thought unamused

Harry was brought out of his memory when he had found himself in what looked to be an unmarked swamp.

He looked around before bringing forth his wand.

Bringing his palm up he flowed his hands in a graceful dance more fit for a symphony conductor then a wizard. Arching highs and swifts lows all while muttering the phrase "اكشف عن هذه الجائزة التي سأطلبها"

And then as if it was water the air in front of him rippled and dipped before shattering revealing the true scenery.

The ruins of a castle no palace gazed down upon him. Black and grey walls 50 feet high. In what remained of the guard towers were Intrinsically decorated and soared high above. No less then 3 ruined courtyards in, what was once flourishing gardens now home to rot and whither. And within the center of the walls was a manor with the crumbling remains of a dome on top. Near the entrance of the manor was two stone statues holding bow and quiver.

Surrounding the Palace was acres and acres of untamed forest. Willows as thick a freight train cars shrouded in darkness and mystery. The ground the Palace was build on was primarily swampland and towards the west of the Palace lay a sparkling lake. It shimmered and glistened under the sun.

Harry walked forward kicking up dirt as he strode admiring what used to be here. He scratched a faint itch before proceeding. When the palace was new it must have been almost as grant as Hogwarts itself. He walked over a solid marble slab with a 'S' engraved into it. He strode towards two statues, something about them catching his eye. They were incredibly detailed. Their expressions almost life like. Their clothing crafted so painstakingly accurate that it looked to be real fabric. Their gem filled eyed shined with an almost magical aura. Suddenly movement in the center of the courtyard stole his attention.

He walked towards the courtyard slowing his stride when he got near and with a single movement brought out his wand. His body stiff in anticipation.

In the center of the courtyard was a stone tomb with a figure beside it. Cloaked in a dark robe as well the figure's features were hidden underneath a black hood.

The figure moved and turned around.

It looked at him giving and with a smooth motion pulled down it's hood.

A pale skinned man with a snake like appearance glared at him.

"You're late" hissed Voldemort, red eyes flashing