Befouled

Disclaimer: It came to me as an idea, what if Harry Potter had been raised by Kael'Thas Sunstrider and was heir to the throne of the Sin'Dorei? Well, here it is…

Woeful destiny of the bloodied children

Kael'Thas Sunstrider was a man without much in the ways of patience. At this moment, he was busy with doing a summoning of a phoenix, which would be his greatest achievement yet, until he was interrupted for a moment, his spellcasting going awry and killing one of the young magisters next to him, the body immolating after a second. With a start, he could feel a ripple go through the weave of magic, a sign that someone with great magic had been unbound from the coil, possibly in another dimension. He strode off, leaving the rest of the magisters to take the ashes of the dead one away, his mind already forming the plans to create a portal to wherever that magician was, and then try to bind him or her into his service. One with such power would be wasted upon the likes of the rest of the world, even though the Quel'Dorei never did anything like this before.

A shimmering portal fizzed into existence in front of Privet Drive number four, Kael'thas stepping out of it, followed by a pair of his closest magisters, watching as a bundle had been set on the stoop of what seemed to be a big blocky building, the air being less then clean in this locale. Shaking his head slightly, he walked up to the bundle, opening it with a small whisk of his hand, and then looked at the face of the one that had been unbound from magic, the one that would be able to master all sorts of magic. A letter was within the folds of the baby's cloth, the letter being plucked from it by Kael'Thas, as he walked back through the portal, giving the order to close it once they were back at the other side, since he had plans with the young one.

"Bring me some baby food." Was his first order as he walked through the portal, an aide bowing before him before going off to fetch the items required, Kael'Thas looking upon the little baby within his hands and smiled, as he read through the letter, a simple translation spell being easily done. With a snap of his fingers, the parchment upon which the letter was written immolated, as he looked at the baby, who had awoken and was now curiously staring up at him, a smile coming to the man's face. "Harry Potter, right? No longer shall you bear that name, for I will now name you Sylastor Anasterian Sunstrider, my son and Heir to the throne."

The aide returned with the food and other assorted items in tow, a nursemaid accompanying him, Kael'thas looking at the nursemaid before handing little Sylastor to her. "This is Sylastor Anasterian Sunstrider, my heir. Guard him with your life." "Yes, Prince Kael'Thas. Your son is in good hands." The nursemaid bowed deeply before him and he watched as she departed, a smile coming to his face as he remembered the look within those green eyes, the one moment that they had looked each other in the eyes and had seen the unbridled power within them. Sylastor would be tutored by the best of the best, nothing would ever be denied of him, since he had the power to change the world. "You'll be one of the greatest magisters of all time, Sylastor, I'll make sure of it."

The Prince went back to his summoning, the energy flow steadying within a few seconds, before a burning spectre appeared, materializing seconds after, the magisters that worked with him fainting because of the expenditure, Kael'Thas looking at the phoenix he had summoned, the burning heat of the firebird making it almost unbearable to be close to, the beast flying stationary overhead, Kael's eyes following it with interest, as he unsummoned it, the heat fizzing out immediately, a smile coming to his face as he knew now that he would be able to summon the bird again.

The time for the announcement of the new heir to the throne had come, making him feel slightly nervous. It would all have to rely upon the moment where they would bathe Sylastor in the Sunwell, to bless him with the exceptional magical prowess, which only the line of kings were accessing. The Sunwell had the power to bless whoever bathed within the waters, the royal family being the ones that held the most power.

He held Sylastor within his hands as he stood above the arcane font of magic, watching the water churn slightly, lowering Sylastor into it after staring at it for a few more seconds, the glow of magic blinding him for a moment, as the water flowed over his hands, submerging Sylastor, the child spluttering for a few moments as the magic seeped into the small delicate body. He felt the body change, becoming bigger, and he pulled Sylastor out, noticing that the eyes, which had been a brilliant green in color before, had started to get a bluish glow within them, the energy of the sunwell also running through him. The body, which hjad looked human before, had changed a great deal, the features now being more like the lines of the Quel'Dorei then anything else, the delicateness of the face being almost similar to his own, the green eyes being one of the things that intrigued the elder man, cradling the baby within his hands and then walking away from the Sunwell, the threads of destiny changing with that one act of submerging Sylastoor within the Sunwell.

"My people! I present you here my son, Sylastor Anasterian Sunstrider! May he be treated like I am treated by you." The cheers momentarily made Sylastor cry, Kael'thas hushing the child softly, stroking the black hair, the sole feature that remained unchanged. Sylastor's hand grabbed his, Kael'thas looking at the smaller hand that grasped his hand, a smile coming to his face as he kissed the forehead of the child, momentarily forgetting just where he was.

The majority of the females were absolutely convinced that their prince had just done one of the cutest things, kissing his own son on the forehead. They might be called arrogant people, but they still enjoyed some pleasures, like listening to music and watching people dance, even fighting being one of the joys that they had. The females immediately convened to discuss a possibility of their 'young' prince marrying sometime soon. The males on the other hand shook their heads at the actions of the females, likening to think of it as something that would be typically female.

"Father, tell me about summoning." The words came at an inopportune time, but nonetheless, Kael'Thas set down his quill and looked at young Sylastor, the boy being 10 at the moment, and already looking like an adult. It was a testament to the dip within the Sunwell that the boy had grown so fast, most of the Sin'Dorei being adult-sized near their 19th year of age, and would age very slowly for the years afterwards. For Sylastor to be already 6'1, which probably would be as tall as he'd ever grow, the length of the body not being really helpful at times, but still, the young one showed good aptitude towards magic, the entire skillset of a normal magister being mastered pretty swiftly.

"One moment Sylastor, allow me to put this letter in the outbox. Alright, summoning is all about bending the forces of magic to summon something to you, preferably a demon servant or even someone else, if you have enough skill. Personally, I can call upon a phoenix if I want to, the entire process of summoning being hastened by the arcane magic that flows through my body." The explanation wasn't complete, but since every Sin'Dorei would have to delve into magic on their own, it was the only thing that he could say.

The rest of the day was spent getting Sylastor to try out the summoning of a minor agent of the Burning Legion, an imp, as a warlock stood by, trying to explain the stuff to Sylastor who merely scoffed at the explanations.

The day he had to leave Sylastor was bad enough, as he followed a portal leading towards Outland, promising himself that he would return to deliver his people, looking at the ravaged world of Outland, Vash and Illidan already waiting for him. He had been allowed several days to spend at Silvermoon, trying to get his last Verdant Sphere back. Sylastor himself wouldn't be allowed to have his own verdant Spheres till he had at least a master's degree in magic, which would be soon enough.

Sylastor looked at his teacher, who had been one of the magisters that had apparently been with his father to get him, the world that he had originated from being one that was more polluted then this one, the stench of machinery apparently hanging in the air there. He wondered how it would be if he had managed to stay there, but then he wouldn't have been found by his father, Kael'thas being gone for almost 4 years. It had been bad enough for him, worrying about his father's health, but he knew that it was actually silly, to worry about one of the greatest mages that had ever been born.

"So, young master, this is the way to conjure up a phoenix." The magister finished, summoning one of the firebirds for effect. Sylastor looked at the firebird and nodded, beginning to mutter the arcane words that would summon forth the creature of fire, the firebird called the Phoenix. "Aralesh Del'rander ama Sin, sin, hel'are Tenamana." The power that flowed from his body was enormous, and Sylastor wondered whether he would be able to sustain the magic, or that he would dry out like those Wretched. The thrill of a Phoenix hung in the air, as it materialized, being small in size, but still, a Phoenix. The magister looked at the bird as Sylastor collapsed on the floor, the firebird looking at Sylastor, then thrilling a song, a burst of fire blasting at Sylastor, a shimmering shield that went materialized in front of him, as Sylastor rose, his eyes looking at the firebird and his mouth opened, words spilling forth from the mouth. "I need to quench my thirst."

The void of magic that opened within his mouth sucked in most of the ambient magic, as his eyes ignited in their normal green manner, the fire that burned within them, the eyes having changed from blue-green to hellfire green at the moment that the Sin'Dorei had started feeding on fel magic, making it look ghastly as Sylastor began to draw in the energy of the phoenix, his eyes glowing with the hunger, as more and more of the fiery energy was sucked into the mouth, the body beginning to glow with the arcane power that ran through his body.

The Phoenix screeched as the energy was sucked up, the energy being changed into pure mana by Sylastor's internal organs, the mana being redistributed towards the other needing parts of his body, while he kept his eyes upon the phoenix as it fell from the sky, its energy spent, the husk turning to ashes, the ashes condensing within an egg, Sylastor stopping his feeding upon the mana within the egg, and looked at it. "I've summoned my phoenix, will I be accepted within the ranks of the Blood mages now?" the magister nodded, Sylastor nodding to himself as he began to dust off his robes, the ritual candles leaving some stains on them as he had fallen atop them, the flame not hurting him, since he wore the fire-proof robes that were standard issue for every aspiring Bloodmage, but still…

"I'll contact the rest of the conclave of Blood Magi, and then we will let you know, young prince." The magister bowed and Sylastor left, the squashed candle still clinging to his robes, blasted off with a simple fire spell. He joined his guards in the adjoining room, looking at each of them.

His bodyguards were symmetrical, two mages and two paladins, as a martial and magical barrier around him. They accompanied him virtually everywhere, ever since he had been made a Prince by Kael'thas, who had succeeded his father as the Sun King, king of the Sin'Dorei. There were 2 males and 2 females, guardians to the young Prince.

"Prince Sylastor, what are your plans for this afternoon?" Ariella queried, looking at her Prince with an expectant look. She was garbed within dark robes with the emblem of the phoenix embroidered upon them, signaling her as one of the elite bodyguards of the royal family. Next to her was Radal Fireleaf, the paladin who apparently was the only one that could really hold his liquor, even though he didn't really say why he had that skill.

"Master Sunstrider, it would be for the best if we formed a cordon around you, to better safeguard you." The paladin said, his tone awfully formal, Sylastor sighing as he looked at Radal, who was not even twitching in his stance, the door opening and the magister entering.

"Master Sylastor, as a special excursion of sorts, allow me to make a portal to your native world. It has been decreed that while you wear the robes of the Blood magus, you will be the leader and commander of the expeditionary force to your world, whereas Lor'Themar Theron will take over as regent lord of Quel'Thalas in your absence." The magister wheezed slightly, as if he had been in extended conversation with the rest of the Blood magi, which could very well have been the case, as Sylastor didn't know all there was about the ways of his magical people, the ways of the magister being long and inflexible, some skills only taught at a certain manner of experience. The fact that he was now a Blood mage was something of note, but the added job of being the leader of an expeditionary force was just something of a nuisance, but if it guaranteed his status as the youngest Blood mage in History, it would be worth the additional paperwork.

"Congratulations, my prince." Came from the other female member of the 'bodyguards of fate' as that female had stated once, a hug being given to him. She wore a long flowing white robe, with a long staff in her hands. She looked to be around 27 years in age, but really was around 400, her faith within the holy light nonexistent, but instead she chose to believe in the power of the royal family, leaving her order to serve as a personal guard for him. Her name was Zeranna De'Raa, or so she said. She was partnered with Elandrian Suncrosser, a warlock of some renown, as well as being a master Alchemist.

Elandrian was dressed in a black robe, the emblem of the royal family on it, Sylastor having taken a liking to the man because of his rather dry humor and sense of wit. "Well, don't smother the poor child, Zeranna, he needs to live. Though I can imagine that he'd want to stay pressed to your assets for the rest of eternity." A smack followed, Elandrian rubbing his shoulder slightly as she had given him a fist to the shoulder, Sylastor looking at the quarrel between them with some small amount of irritation within his eyes. "Well, childishness aside, you do make a rather convincing guard, Elandrian."

Elandrian straightened out a little bit, Sylastor shaking him head softly at the hubris of the warlock, but still, he couldn't complain since the man was older than him, despite looking like he was a mere 20 years old. Out of them all, Zeranna was the oldest, then Ariella, then Radal and finally Elandrian, who was a mere 200 years old, a fact which he lamented at times.

"Well, I guess we would better make haste to visit my world, or else the old group would be 'missing their ambassador'. " Sylastor muttered as he began to walk towards the magister, the magister stepping aside to let the prince pass, Sylastor looking at the shimmering portal which had mysteriously appeared, as had the members of the Blood Mage Council. He did have the sneaking suspicion that they had been hidden under a veil of invisibility, but not a single shred of proof.

As the portal stabilized, he walked through it, a verdant grassland visible, his bodyguards forming a circle around him and they walked through, back onto his home dimension.

He looked at the plains, watching as the bees buzzed around and everything seemed to be just like any normal summer day. There was not a single disturbance in the air, and he allowed himself to relax a little, seating himself on the grass, as his bodyguards did the same, the portal shimmering out of existence, a packet with information given to Ariella to conjure up a portal back to their home dimension, with the strict orders to lead it to the entrance hall of the Sunspire.

"Well, it certainly isn't the corrupted world that we all expected. It looks mostly peaceful." Sylastor muttered to Radal, who nodded, giving the world a cursory glance with his eyes focusing upon someone approaching them, Sylastor's gaze focusing upon the figure moments before it reached them.

The figure, who turned out to be a boy of around 14-15, spoke something in a weird language that none of them could understand, a quick translation spell whispered in Thalassian fixing that problem. "So, what are you all doing here with the muggles?"

"We don't know of what you speak, stranger." Sylastor said, the boy's attention focusing on him now. "What do you mean? You've got to be a wizard or else you'd not be here, Also, isn't it a bit weird to wear that suit of armor?" Sylastor shook his head slightly as Radal gave the boy a stony glare, the boy taking a few steps back. "Hey, what's that on your forehead?"

Sylastor looked at the boy, rising from his seated position, whilst wiping the hair away from his scar, the sole disfigurement on his otherwise flawless skin. "A scar left by something which happened to me in the past." "Blimey, you're Harry Potter. Where've you been, the entire Wizarding World has been looking for you. Stay here, I'll go get my dad."

Before Sylastor knew it, he had embroiled himself into a whole new world, as an older man popped into the area, giving him a look and then asking him if he really was Harry Potter. "Yes. I have been told that that was my name." the older man, who introduced himself as Arthur, told them to wait until he got a very wise man…

Sylastor wouldn't know what would happen next, as he was pulled into a world filled with prophecy and scholarly pursuits…

Alright, a few things about this story. I haven't included a good description of what Sylastor looks like for a good reason, which is that he will change his style quite a bit, and I would like to have him dress up in traditional Blood Mage robes.'

Still, if I get enough reviews, I might continue this story, since I've written it for fun and hope that it's well-received. vote for possible pairings... Sylastor/magic is pretty self-explanatory

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