Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction that contains characters and songs written and produced by others I greatly admire. I hold no claim to either just to the plot and story line. The hyperlinks you find with in the story are meant to be listened to over the course of reading the scenes they are connected to. This is a mash up of a normal fanfiction and a song/singing fanfiction. I hope my readers great enjoy it.
Magic Reincarnated
By: Litha Rose Raine
In a world where fairy tales and adventure stories lull our young to sleep
The lost and forgotten words are often mistaken or unheeded
This tale I weave is one of truth, forged in a long forgotten past
A story meant to be listened, heeded, and up kept
For in its words are our history, and creation of all we hold dear
Now my dears, listen well
For in these words hold the truth to which magic has become real
Chapter One:
October 31, 2016
The winds blew across the wild hills of northern Scotland as the rain belted the cloth covered figures that raced across the muddy earth towards the looming darkness spreading across the open fields below. The six warriors followed their leader without thought or regret as the seven black stallion nightmares soared over the land as if they had wings. The hood fell from the lead rider exposing a lush porcelain face with nearly glowing emerald eyes to the open storm. Her raven black hair flowed from her cloak to soak in the silvery drops of water, as it did they seemed to take on a spark and crackle of a unknown substance. This world knew nothing of what was contained inside the seven bodies racing towards the shadows. Magic was but a fairy tale to this world. A quick pull of the reigns the beautiful girl and her six hooded companions came to harsh stop atop of hill just overlooking a tatter spire and remains of an old castle down below.
A movement to her left made her turn as the tallest of her guards came forward and tossed his hood back, the same raven colored locked lay plastered to his cheeks and neck, but the softly tanned skin showed vibrant blood red eyes under dark lashes as he broke the silence. "My Lady this is reckless. We should not be here, this world is not ours and we have no authority over it. I understand that the darkness is breaking the cardinal laws of magic by interfering in this world development but so are we now. We have to find a way back." He spoke as his unit nodded in agreement. "I know what is happening Sir Tom but it can't be allowed. This darkness was our problem, and we allowed it to become a new world's without remorse. My father may have allowed that but I cannot. You all have guarded me gallantly and I will always be honored about that but this is my choice not your and you should not have to suffer for it. Please go back to Aurora and be at peace." Princess Lady Harriett spoke as she snapped the reigns and galloped forward down the hills and into the vast pooling shadowy mass covering the castle remains.
Tom watched with a look of horror on his face, soon the other walked to stand side by side throwing their hood back. Two other men sat atop nightmares Sir Draconis and Sir Severus, beside them were three lady knights Dame Hermione, Dame Luna, and Dame Daphne. The all head shocked and hurt looks, they had been dismissed by not only their princess but the one woman they all agreed they would love as their secret true loves. "Are we truly going to follow
that order Tom, please say it is not true" Hermione, the truly studious and law abiding of them asked. Tom looked on before gripping the reigns of his mount. "We followed her here, and I will follow her through even death" he looked into the eyes of his fellows, all seemed to agree. "For the people, for this worlds future, and for the lady we loved" Tom screamed into the storm before all six kicked their mounted into gallop and entered the darkness.
Within moments the darkness was littered with flashes of color and sparks flaring throughout, soon the storm was a blaze with a dome of magic the color of pearl and snow white, the darkness trapped as the dome slowly enclosed in. With a scream of anger from within the dome shattered leaving nothing but the castle remains behind and what was once there was not sealed below the ruins, and what happened to the valiant princess and her knights well…
Lilly softly closed the book of legends and smiled down at her softly sleep one-year-old girl. How she loved her bed time stories. She slid the book into small trunk was the filled with clothes, toys, letters, important paper work and a ring of an unimaginable number of silver and gold keys. Tomorrow was the day they would move to a more secure safe house. As she sealed and locked the chest once more so only herself, James or Harrie could open she left closing the door.
A shout caught her attention as she raced to the top of the stairs and looked down to see her husband James with his wand drawn and pointed at a figure cloaked in shadows. "Lilly take Harrie and run, he has found us!" but anything else was silenced as she watched her husband fall in a point of sickly green light. She turned and ran towards her sleeping baby, once the trunk was shrunken and slipped into her baby's night gown pocket she turned towards the door, but it was too late for there stood the shadowed figure. "Give me the child Lilly" it's voice was gravely and horse "No need to waste such a talented witch as yourself over a stupid child. It is only James's blood line I want ended." Lilly stood tall in front of crib her emerald eyes aglow with the fire of love and remorse, because she now knew she would never see her baby girl grow up. Her head turned to give one last smile towards her baby girl as the same sickly green light engulfed her and she collapsed lifeless to the floor.
The shadow cackled as it approached the crib, sneering down at the body littering the floor. "Stupid woman and her ideals" with that said a wand appeared from the shadowy cloak and a blast of green headed towards the baby hitting dead on. The whimpers and struggled breathing of the dying child seemed like music to the murders ears as it seemed to flash away in a cloud of smoke. What it did not see was the seven misty cloud like tendrils of magic that curled out from a small locked trunk stored inside the baby's clothes. This mist flashed bright white before the babe was taken from the mortal world.
Across the world other factors where coming into play at that exact moment and some not even from the same time line in which the spell began. The second tendril of silvery white mist broke through a small pin hole in a time gap leading to a small bedroom of an orphanage in down town London. Inside was a small boy no older than eight laying in a small bed coughing and holding his stomach curled in a ball. The winter storm outside lay ravaging the city. So many of the children of this place had fallen ill. The year was 1934 and a pneumonia epidemic had fallen on the orphanage. The sister could not afford the medicine for everyone, and the little boy baring ruby red eyes was one of the forgotten ones. He swore with in his mind that they had done it on purpose, so many thought him the child of the devil because of his eyes. His tiny boy could take no more and slowly his breathing started to stop, but before it was final the soft glow of the silver mist engulfed him in its warmth and his body slowly disappeared with it in the void of time.
The third tendril, like its predecessor traveled through to the past. This time it emerged in the year 1968. The magic followed the signs through the tall elegant mansion. The walls were littered with paintings of regel witches and wizards. It stopped its movements at the bottom of an elegant stair case just as two resounding thumps where heard. For laying at the base of the stairs lay a women and young boy no older the eight. The women's eyes were wide and vacant of life, the fall being too much for her battered body to stand. The boy however lay prone, his breathing heavy and the splatter as his small frame coughed the blood filling his lungs out. His pearl black eyes stare up at the man who had beaten and killed his mother before turning on him. "Severus you are such a disappointment. How could I have fathered such a freak…like his mother. This mortal world with be better off without you two freaks in it" his father spoke before he walked from the manor and their slowly leaving lives. Severus could not speak or move much, but he slowly reached for his mother's cold hand. Which he felt instead was the warmth as his slowly darkening eye sight caught the flash of silver just once before all went black.
The last four remaining tendrils that slowly danced from the truck stayed in the time frame in which they were summoned. The raced across the land in swirled speeds along the wind.
The fourth entered a rather normal looking home, though the normalness seemed shattered by the broken door, the dwelling's belongings seemed in different degrees of shattered, broken, and stolen. A man and woman lay knocked out in the kitchen where the robbers had taken them by surprise. The babe that had been playing in a small crib in the living room lay bleeding from a garish head wound. Her brown locks splattered red as she whimpered and cried for her parents. The silver magic swirled around her in a comforting hug as her chocolatey eyes closed in pain.
The fifth wove through the trees to a small cottage out in the middle of a vast forest. There a woman mixed, fiddled, and added small unusual ingredients into a boiling cauldron. She hummed softly to the small infant that lay nestled in a soft bed just on the other side of the room. She went back to her mixing noticing too late that something had gone terribly wrong. She raced across the room as the cauldron boiled over and an explosion was heard. The house lay in a shattered mess, the body of the woman nowhere to be found. Upon the lawn lay the body of a small infant, her skin blistered and red, unmoving but for the small tiny breaths it struggled to create. The whisper of silver magic curled around her to sooth the pain and seal the fifth bound into place.
The sixth tendril made it's may north of the fifth to a large manor just outside the city limits of London. The large mansion was home to a very affluent family. The lord of the house lay snuggled into his bed while his wife slipped from the sheet with a scowl. How she hated being married off to such a lousy husband, worse yet as she looked to her body ravaged by the birth of her brat. Her beauty was scared forever because of that man and his need for an heir. She walked from the room and down the hall to an ornate nursery. The brat in question lay silently sleeping. A son she never desired was the bane of her existence. She picked a small pillow up from the edge of the crib and brought it down on her baby boy's face. No one would ever know or suspect her. As she felt the last of what she thought was life she replaced the pillow and walked back to her bed, grinning evilly as she slid in beside her husband and went back to sleep. She had not seen the tendril of silver magic seep into her son's dying body and flash an amazing glow as it held onto the little bit of life left, just like the others were.
The last of the silvery magic spell cast its glow further north inside a beautiful and old house. This was the home of a well to do woman and her two daughters. The lord of the house having died in the recent magical war. The lady of the house was worried of what would become of herself and her daughters, with no male heir the title and money would be held in trust or worse yet go to a relative that would not take care of them. The woman out of desperation took to crafting a potion that would turn her oldest daughter into a boy. While she slipped the beautiful one-year-old the bubbling purple concoction, she noticed that little was happening. Leaving the babe to sleep she hoped for a better outcome come morning. The little girl lay coughing and spitting up what she could as the potion poisoned her body. The silver tendril slipped between her lips and pulled the potion free of her stomach but the damage had been done. The magic knew like it's six other compatriots the final spell was that last resort. Once it merged with the tiny girl a flash of the brightest silver bloomed across the world and time itself as the spell took hold and the fates of fourteen souls now merged.
At a crossroads in space the seven tendrils kissed and swirled around each other in a welcoming embrace before flowing forward together down a stretch of warn and beaten path of rock and earth. The mountain in the distance held a staggered path up the rock cliff sides. The seven soul burdened wisps of magic made their way forward and through a shimmering veil that cascaded down over an ornate gateway marked with three figures a child, a mother, and a crone. This was the hall of the fates.
Once entered the large cavern heled an un countable amount of straight woven strings of golden, silver, and bronze. Though the fates themselves did not weave these strings of fate, the life and soul of every living thing on earth, they were the waters and held judgement of when the life strings should be cut. The seven wisps flooded the floor with light as they swirled and spun along silent paths through all the strings, searching it seemed for a special batch of hidden strings that were once held in these hallowed halls. The back wall held a set of ornate golden doors depicting battle scene of vast proportions. Seven cloaked figures surrounded a large cloud of shadows. Their staffs firmly planted in the rock as magic leaped from them into the ground as it swirled up and around capturing the darkness. It was a scene very few if any outside the fates had seen. It was the battle to which magic was blessed to the earth, through the sacrifice of seven other worldly travelers lives to seal something so dark the world would of not existed.
The soft whispers of the wisps called out to the three who lived and governed here. The crone hobbled forward on her cane as the mother walked holding the child's hand. "What might this be I wonder. Such magic has never been seen before" the crone's gnarled voice spoke forth. The child giggled and danced around the wispy tendrils as they lay in wait with their precious cargo. "It seems as if they wish to enter the vault of the ancients" the mother spoke softly as she ushered the child forth. The crone joined her as all three placed their hands on the door, and with a flash of light it parted its doors and allowed the wisps in. What came next was something even the immortal fates had never seen before.
As the door opened the room that lay behind was a monument of beauty and history. The walls where while marble with giant pillars laced with gold. The floor was a woven path of rose, gold, black and silver stones. The center was a large waiting pool filled with silvery water. Hanging from the ceiling were the tattered and shredded remains of seven once golden threads. The lifeline of those now lost to history. The diming glow of souls struggling to hold on to what was left, unable to move one. The seven wisps shot forward and swirled up towards the tattered edges of the strings baring with them their cargo of seven new souls taken in their youth that without help will to be lost to time.
The wispy swirl in the center of the seven lifted higher bringing its young little soul closer and as it just touched the tattered edge of the middle thread the room flared to life with a golden glow. An eerie female voice called forth from the tattered remains of the center fate thread; "Flower, gleam and glow, Let your power shine, Make the clock reverse, Bring back what once was mine, Heal what has been hurt, Change the Fates' design, Save what has been lost, Bring back what once was mine, What once was mine"
The wisp and tattered string blossomed with a golden lily like flower and wove together to bring forth a new brilliantly glowing golden thread weaved with a silver one. A shadowy form stepped forth. Her long Raven hair cascaded down her ethereal form to the ground as she held the form of a small baby girl close to her breast. Glowing emerald eyes cast their view towards her small little cargo as her sheer fingers slid across the babe's cheek. "Fates, please return this child to where my magic has taken her. She shall live with my soul and hers' combined. The evil has returned and she will need my power to be this world's savior once more." As she spoke the six other tendrils shot up morphing with the remaining tattered remains, and once more a flash brought forward the ethereal forums of three men and three women all holding small babes the same age as Harri, save two men who held young boys the age of nine in their arms. The seven small children could be seen floating above the arms of their past incarnations glowing a bright silvery ghostly white as a tall man with raven hair and ruby eyes spoke "These seven children will be given our legacy and this worlds salvation. May they lead the lives we never could, and be free to love the one we could never have" Sirs Tom, Severus, Draconis, and Dames Hermione, Daphne and Luna all looked towards Harriett with love.
The mother understood and with a deep nod and a wave of her hands and six of the seven children disappeared. The two older boys were sent to a rather lush and wealthy orphanage, not in their previous time lines but in the current one so that they could grow up to be no less than a few years older than their future princess. Four back to their homes awaiting the waking of their parents. Harriett kept hold of her little bundle and gently handed her little one over, with a final caress and kiss to her forehead she disappeared with her guards. The mother looked down and smiled. "You little one will have a great hardship in the beginning but trust us you have so much love awaiting you that all that pain will be rewarded" with that said little Harri disappeared and returned to her crib in time to awake and cry as the Aurors entered the house searching for survivors.
Among the Aurors searching the destroyed house was a hood figure, though none knew he name he was a well-known Unspeakable code-named Shadow. James had been an a great Auror but Lily was the really treasure. She had been an unspeakable by the code name Ghost. It was a frantic last request that brought Shadow here today. He quickly made his way upstairs after hearing the faint cries, he reached the nursery without notice and quickly scoped the small child up and silenced her softly. He knew that Lily had not wanted the worst for her child, but to hide her from Dumbledore he would have to place her in the one place Lily despised, but she would be safe at all costs.