Summer before Mystic Force
HP
In the mighty halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry all was silent. Harry Potter The-Boy-Who-Lived and his five friends had been sent to get what rest that they could after the traumatic night that they had survived. The only creatures stirring among the halls of the castle were the ghosts Peeves and Filch In one tower though an old man sat at his desk surrounded by broken and damaged items. Albus Dumbledore had never realized that his weapon had such a temper. Why if it hadn't been for the castle wards and his own magical abilities he most likely have gotten to experience what Marge Dursley had gotten to experience when she had been blown up or something worse. The old headmaster shook his head; the boy had more raw power than he truly knew what to do with. If the child had ever had half the confidence that say young Mr. Malfoy had, he would be nearly unstoppable once he got going. Thankfully the Dursley's had managed to destroy any type of self worth the boy might have had. Had the child been imbued with the sureness of Lily, or the cockiness of James, or even Sirus flamboyant style he would have been more dangerous than he would want to deal with. Dumbledore nodded, his mind only half on the pensive that was in front of him. This prophecy was one that had bothered him over the years, as it might affect his plans in some ways. The most annoying part about it was that only now was it beginning to make sense to him. Although if he understood what some of the things that this was talking about, then a few things had slipped past his notice. He looked at the floating figure in front of him; as a long dead seer repeated to him another prophesy that he was sure in some way had to do with Harry.
"The Thunder Liger comes, hidden away from those who would be greater than destined. The Crimson and twinkling eyed ones shall howl in fury, as the son of the Laughing Grim is hidden beyond their reach. Upon one beast he rides, upon the other he is, both blessed by the power of thunder. Born of a house of darkness the Grim son comes back into the world on the same eve of last battle of the Laughing Grim. Standing alongside the Marked One shall he battle. The Grim son shall bring with him the muggle Paladins of myth, calling upon ancient magic's and weapons of the Earth and Stars. The Grim Son shall be known by his ride as the Black Star returns to the family. The old wolf of magic shall see the power, the same as the young wolf and both will teach the warrior. As he relearns his place through three worlds he will be reunited with his soul mate long thought gone in the Beast Mistresses circle of beasts. Who resides at the end of the Star Quest.
Together must the two journey the on the Quest hidden in the stars, joined by their fellow warriors. The Fox and Lynx join their hand, while the others heed the cries of the Wolf and the Rainbow Falcon.
Albus contemplated what it said. The first time had heard this prophecy; he had quickly obliterated the memory of it from the mind of the original recipient after convincing the person to place the memory in his pensive, so that he may study it. Harry was the Marked One, meaning that the Grim Son had a part to play in the upcoming war. He had his doubts about needing muggles, but prophecies were easy to fulfill if you had to. Most likely the seer had meant something about muggleborns. It was that reason that he had been so glad that he had Muggleborns like Miss Granger around. After all he reasoned, a muggle couldn't really tap into magic, much less the very magic's of nature itself. He couldn't even do that! And if he couldn't, no half-witted muggles could even dream of it. He needed to figure out whom it referred to as wolves, and why there were two of them. To imagine that Sirus Black actually had a child and that the child was actually hidden from the Black line. Sirus being blown from the family tapestry was really quiet an annoying setback. He would have to find someone of Black blood to return Sirus to the Black line tapestry. He reasoned, and then he could find this other brat, since the child had obviously returned to the world this night. And once he had united them, and they had destroyed Voldemort, Horuxes and all he could return to his school and reign as the man who had trained the Boy-Who-Lived and whatever equally foolish name that the Black scion would carry. Who knows, perhaps they would die tragic but heroic deaths at the end. And since neither of the Tonks women were capable of fixing the tapestry, Andromeda having been removed from the line herself, it left only Bella and Narcissi with the power to return Sirus to the family line tapestry, so that he could find out who it was that the child was, and who the mother was. Since one never knew if some connections of hers might be useful in the oncoming war. But this was unfortunately a problem for another time he reflected, as he had to deal with the main problem for the moment. He also had to figure out what the hell a liger was.
The main problem was what to do with young Harry this year. He had discovered the Stone in his 1st year and stopped the amalgam of Quirrel and Voldemort. He had fought a giant Basslick during his 2nd. Year. His 3rd year, he had learned to judge a person with Sirus and Peter. During his 4th year, he had learned to stand on his own feet, despite personal opinion. And last year, he had learned how to deal with loss of a good friend, a lesson that would most likely continue on into this year with Sirus's death. He had also learned how to stand and fight with his club. Perhaps this year he should partially take away his friends. Yes, without Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger to back him up and support him he would be lost. That should make him question both himself and them; it would also pave the way for Miss Weasley to get a little closer to Harry. After all where was a hero without his maiden to save? The role had originally been planned for Miss Granger after the whole troll and Bassilik debacles, but her fighting spirit that showed itself in 3rd year made that a little difficult, so Miss Weasley would now take in that role.
The boy should be properly subdued after his stay with his family this time, since the Weasley's didn't try and interfere with him yet. The entire Ministry of Magic fiasco had been a two edged blade. On the one hand he had lost Sirus Black, an incredibly resourceful wizard in a fight. On the other, he had at last gained the last foothold he probably needed to become Harry's mentor for learning what he needed to know. He already had things planned, so that Remus would be out of the way stuck in his werewolf peace talks. The werewolf would be unable to help the boy to channel his grief over his loss, leaving the boy to hold all of his pain inside like he had a tendency to do. The boy would probably push himself farther away from the others that he knew as well. He would have to convince the boy that the DA would not be necessary this year, perhaps a compulsion charm. It would also give him the chance to put Serverus in place, letting the man's knowledge of dark curses be made the most use. Yes, things were finally coming together after all of these years, and rather nicely at that. Despite what a few people had tried to do to disrupt his carefully crafted plan. He thought, pleased with himself that it was time to start the next stage of young Harry's training.
Charmed
Paige Matthews watched the crystal reflectively it was a rather odd crystal kind of like her she thought. It was a crystal so it should look a certain way and all instead this crystal seemed to shine with a light all of its own. Paige twirled the crystal this thing had to have something to do with something important the demon that been guarding it had been pretty tough so whatever it was that this was she wanted to know what it was that it did or didn't do. The demon had seemed pretty pissed about the fact that it hadn't been able to protect the crystal. At least that's what he called it she thought that with it being flat and long as it was that it should have been called a gem but what did she know about these sorts of things. If she could just figure out what it was. The crystal/gem wasn't in the Book of Shadows meaning that it hadn't been something that the family had ever run across before. She had checked a number of other minor books at Magic School and found nothing heck she had even asked a few magical creatures who had merely shrugged though the leprechauns had tried to talk her into giving it to them.
Maybe she needed to take a break and think this through with a clearer head. She looked over to the doorway and saw her nephew was running up the stairs. Grinning she put the crystal down and gathered him up. "Hey Wyatt. I thought you weren't supposed to be up here unless mommy said so." She cooed, as she gathered her nephew up in her lap.
"Wanted to see you." The blond boy answered sweetly.
"Well, as much as I enjoy you being up here, I don't think that your mommy will be very happy if she finds you up here do you?" The boy grinned mischievously at his aunt, and shook his head.
"Then maybe you better go downstairs before she catches you."
"Paige!" A voice called. "Paige have you seen Wyatt? He's disappeared again."
"He's up here." The witch called out to her sister.
Piper came up the stairs and began scolding her son for coming up into the attic. "Wyatt. You know you're not supposed to be up here without permission, and since aunt Paige has been busy reading I don't think that she needs your help right now."
Paige made a face at her sister. "Don't remind me. I've been working on trying to figure this thing out for the past three days and I've still come up with a big fat nothing."
"Well maybe we should go and question some demons over it then." Phoebe said as she came up the stairs I men it couldn't hurt to try and beat the questions out of the bad guys for this."
"I don't know." Piper said doubtfully. "We're just as likely to be lied to as we are to actually find some useful information."
"Yeah, well you haven't been the one who's spent the last three days trying to figure out just what the hell this is." Paige said irritably as she grabbed the crystal and waved it under sisters nose. "And quiet frankly, the whole beating demons for answers is sounding really good right now."
"Has Gram offered you any advice?"
"I just keep running across some stupid prophecy that we're barely even mentioned in."
"Well maybe the stone has something to do with it."
The Star Paladin of Thunder lost through time and space shall spend many years hidden becoming nothing but a memory except to those who consider him brother and protector. Freed from years of battle the Thunder Paladin shall awaken in the sanctum of power. Versed in the magic's of the warrior and the blood he shall be trained. Lacking in knowledge of the magic's of heritage till the old wolf shows the way to the forgotten child. Recognized as the Grim Son by one wolf and as pack by another shall the wolves of magic and science find the Grim Son. The Paladin shall return to the world that time forgot with the weapons of old at his call. The Paladin shall be wanted in a war of many sides. Returned to his proper age the Thunder Paladin shall aide the emerald eyed marked one.
The beast Mistress shall awaken the dormant creatures that have been lost and hidden teaching the Paladins of coin, crystal, disk, and stone where the inner beast lies. Aided by the Charmed ones shall the powers merge into harmony.
"So does that make any sense to you?"
"Not unless this is one of the gems or crystals mentioned down here." Piper said, as she pointed to one of the last lines that had seemed to be added hastily at the last moment.
"So what do we got? A possible magic stone, which might belong to some type of Paladin, and a prophecy that mentions us, but only a little bit. For that matter, what is a Paladin much less a Star Paladin?"
"Um a paladin was supposed to be some kind of super holy knight of the light or something like that I think." Paige said, as she tried to think what it could mean. "What? I was a dark witch in medieval times in a past life remember?"
"All right, look Phoebes I think you need to try and get a vision from this thing again." Paige said pleadingly, as she held the stone out t her sister.
"Paige you know its not as simple as that sometimes." Phoebe said as she took the stone from her sister. And sometimes it is she said dropping the stone in shock just as a demon appeared the demon and Piper fired near the same time but Piper got hers off first and managed to knock the demon off balance and his aim to be off.
"No." The demon howled, as it watched as the stone was struck by fireball and shattered. The breaking of the gem was followed by a bright flash of light, which blinded all of them." Look what has happened!" The demon growled. "The stone wasn't supposed to ever open! It means the end to our world as we know it!"
"Enough fool." A figure said, as it stood up from the remains. The witches were slightly sickened at the sight of the figure. It looked like someone had turned a person inside out and replaced his skeleton with a silver exoskeleton. The only part that didn't look that way was where his face was. And instead of an eye sockets and jaw, there was a visor and some type of silver grill that stood where the mouth should.
There were two flares and then on either side of him stood two large fire demons who didn't even bother trying to look human. One had blue flames surrounding him, while another had green flames. "My Lord, its good to have you back." They said in unison.
"Its good to be back." The figure said, holding his hand out. Lighting bolts surrounded his hand for a moment, and suddenly he was holding a silver staff with a large letter Z on its end.
The demon that had tried to hit them glared at the Charmed Ones. "May the consequences be on your heads witches." It spat at them before it was vanquished by the two demons.
"So I have you to thank do I?" The figure said, as it turned to look at them. "I would make you my concubines, if I didn't smell all that horrid goodness on you. Now is not the time though where is the male witch?"
The sisters looked at each other in confusion. Male witch?
"Over there my lord." One of the demons said, as it pointed to a lump that was lying near the door.
"Ah yes, this one should be most enjoyable to kill." The figure said, as it turned to the form that was stirring.
"I take it someone was stupid enough to try and figure out our prison?" The figure mumbled as it stood up.
The sisters watched as the figure clothed in singed black clothes came up to his feet. "Who do you think he is?"
"No idea." The person had broad shoulders, piercing dark eyes, and his features were slightly Asian. His accent appeared to be Californian though there was a bit of something else in there as well.
"All right, you ready to go gruesome." The figure asked.
"I have always been more than ready for you." The red thing said, his body changing to a bright red.
"Oh, so you let me imprison us in that gem then?"
"Give it up your not strong enough right now to fight. Not when I have my most trusted secret soldiers.
"We'll just have to see." The young man said, as he held his hands out and bright lights surrounded his hands, and suddenly he was holding a black ax in one hand, and a knife with a yellow hilt in the other. "Lets see how long I can go shall we?"
The two stared at each other for a moment. "Until next we meet. Oh, and as a welcome back gift here." The monster said, as a blast from his staff struck the young man in the stomach. The demonic figure then shimmered out with his two minions.
"Come on." The witches knelt by the young man, who had passed out from sheer exhaustion and whatever the spell had done to him. They watched in awe as his weapons disappeared the same way that they had appeared. "Who do you think he is?"
"No idea, but I guess this explains the sanctum of power piece of that prophecy."
"What do you mean?"
"Simple we're in the manor aren't we?"
"Oh yeah. Guess we should have seen that one a few minutes earlier."
"Nothing to do about it now though. Leo!"
The white-lighter orbed in, and seeing the figure lying on the ground, and began working on healing up his injuries. "What happened to him?" The blond man asked as he assessed some of the damage.
"Well that really big gem that we got from that demon that was trying to kill us a few days ago got broken when another demon came to kill us. Only Piper hit the demon first, making him hit the gem. When the gem broke it let this guy witch, and a demon out. Two more demons shimmered in after trading insults this guy summoned some weapons somehow, but was blasted, and then the demons decided to make a run for it."
"So a release, hit and run?"
"Yeah, so who is our mystery guest?"
"I don't know." Leo admitted, as his hand began healing the young man. "I also don't know why his white lighter didn't come and help him either. If your right and he is a witch, then he should have had his white lighter show up the minute he was back in this dimension."
"Unless his white lighter was either detained or killed." Phoebe said. The part white lighter and full white lighter sent annoyed looks at the witch they both knew the chances of that very well. "Sorry, I know not helping."
"What happened?" The man asked groggily, as he rose into a sitting position.
"We were kind of hoping you could tell us. Since you were the one trapped in the gem and all."
"Trapped in a what? Could one of you people tell me where I am, and who you are?"
"That depends."
"On what?"
"Are you going to return the favor?"
"Um, I was hoping you could tell me actually." The guy said after a moment of silence.
"What? Your memory got zapped by the big red guy?"
"Big red guy? What red guy?" The man asked in confusion.
"All right, easy there Paige." Piper told her sister. "Is there anything in your pockets that might mean something?"
"Lets see." He said, as he dug into the pockets of his black jacket. He pulled out a crumpled photo of an oriental girl, a pair of motorcycle keys; a plastic baggie full of basic potion supplies, a couple of vanquishing potions, a few dollars, and a half burned wallet. Looking through his jean pockets he found another crumpled up photo, of what appeared to be him and the oriental girl, this time they were standing alongside a dark skinned man with dreadlocks. The three of them were standing outside in someplace with snow and mountains in the background. There was a bit more money, a pocket knife, and multi tool on his belt, and a martial arts tournament flyer and flashlight stuffed in an inside pocket of his jacket. He had a pair of fingerless riding gloves on, and he wore a chain with two golden coins connected to it with two impressive engravings. They were about to look through it all when the man's stomach growled.
"All right take all of this downstairs." Piper ordered. "I'll get you some food, and after we've gone through this you can get cleaned up." The others all nodded and headed downstairs.
"Well the wallets pretty much a waste." Paige said, as she looked through it once they had finished eating. The four family members had watched as the young man had eaten a large amount of food that could easily have fed them combined. "The back of your clothes was burned pretty badly. Unfortunately, part of what got messed up is your I.D, so we can't tell much about you other than the fact that your first name is Jason and that you have a motorcycle."
"You must be able to read really well, cause there is no way that I can see a name on that."
"Well actually I was referring to this picture." The witch said, as she held up the picture of the oriental girl. "Look at the back."
Flipping it over the young man saw a short message.
Jason, keep this near your heart so that you'll always remember me. I'll always protect you. There was no signature.
"Like I would willingly forget a face like that." The guy muttered, as he flipped it back over to look at the girl.
"So you remember who she is maybe?" Paige asked, looking at the picture of the girl.
"A few flashes of a juice bar, or something and a few other things, which I'm guessing, are demons or something. And colors, I'm seeing lots of flashes of colors."
"Do you remember what your trigger for your powers are?" Phoebe asked eagerly. "It would be nice if you could do that."
"My what?"
"Your powers, you know part of what makes you a witch."
"And How do I control these powers what are my powers anyways?"
"You can summon weapons somehow."
The young man nodded, and held his hand out. "You sure I can do this?" He asked as he waited for something to happen.
"Of course. We watched you summon this big ax and a mean looking dagger."
"Maybe you knew what to do so well that you didn't need to concentrate so much on it." Phoebe guessed. "Try saying ax."
"Ax." The young man said in a clear voice. Nothing happened. "Dagger!" he tried, his hands remained empty.
Paige just waved the problem off. "Don't worry about it, we'll figure something out. Besides the use of your powers is usually associated with an emotion"
All right Jason said as he lowered his hand and looked at the sisters. "So what do we do now I can't stay here."
"Why not?"
The man was interrupted before he could say anything. "You have no memory, a handful of dollars, and no job. Sorry pal but for now it looks like your stuck with us. But we are going to get you some clothes that aren't burned up."
"I'm going to need to do things like a job though, and I still have to figure out who I am." The young man slammed his hand against the wall, everyone was startled by the crack in the plaster.
"Okay, so your also really, really strong. We'll have to remember that, but I seriously doubt that you should be trying to leave right now."
"Why not?"
"Well for starters." Leo said, as he walked into the room with a pile of clothes. "You're exhausted, and are having trouble just staying awake. I suggest that you get some sleep, and we'll see if we can find you some kind of work all right?" The younger man nodded as he yawned. "I got something set up for you in the basement, its not much but I'm afraid it was the best that we could do. And looking at you, I don't think I would want to be the one to try and carry you down the stairs." The young man nodded, as he followed after Leo.
"So what are we going to do with him?"
"Well we can try the police station, and look around the Internet to see if there's anything with any of these three." Piper said, as she pointed at the picture of Jason and his two friends.
"What about the memory spell?"
"That might not work, after all it was because of another spell that he's like this. Sometimes mixing spells like this could have bad side affects. We'll save it as a last choice."
"All right, so we do this the hard way then."
"Yep."
"So, you think those two were close?" Paige asked curiously, as she looked at the photo of the girl.
"Considering she said to keep it close to his heart, I'd say this not just a casual friend." Phoebe said.
"Why are all the good looking ones already taken." Paige asked jealously.
"Because we're not lucky enough to have a boyfriend that's good to just fall into our attic." Phoebe said. "Well Piper is but we're not."
"All right."
"Hey! I never had a boyfriend fall into the attic."
"No, Leo just fell in the living room when I caught him when he was fixing the light while floating in the air."
Piper looked up as Leo came back up. "Hey honey how is he?"
"Well after he got a shower, I noticed he didn't put a shirt on said something about blue not being his color."
"His color?"
"Some mystical beings are defined by the colors that they wear like me. The white lighter explained to the witches. "I usually wear white with whatever else I wear, even if it's just an undershirt. So I managed to find him a black shirt since that was the best I could do for him."
"So does that mean he's evil?"
"Doubtful, I can't read much off him, but he seems to be truly confused, but also a nice person unless this is a new personality that has come up because of everything. But when I'm near him I get a good witch vibe."
"Well that's something. All right lets see what we can find out about who are mystery friend is."
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