A/N: Aaaaannndddd, we're back. Ladies and gents, this is TheAstoundingMrArkwright back with a brand new chapter with a possibly fair use title in the chapter heading. So, just a fair warning; I'm going to try to get Chapter 4 out on Friday, as I'm going to be participating in the pre-release for the next Magic: The Gathering set. Key word being 'try'.

Update: 16 Jun 2016- This particular chapter apparently was very difficult for my muse to formulate into a workable format, so as a result, it's way late. The pre-release was...pretty good, and now I've got a pretty workable strategy in both Magic and writing.

In order to make it up to you guys, I'm gonna try to start working on Chapter 4 tomorrow (17 Jun 2016), which will most likely be the last update till class starts on the 20th.

Anyway, let's get this one started.

(Still don't own any of J.K. Rowling's work. Or the chapter title.)

Cheers,

-A1C Arkwright-


Chapter 3: My Life on Fire (Waking Up)


The young sorcerer forged on, his breath hot and ash-laden in his lungs, each second renewing the searing pain as he sprinted through the burial grounds.

'In-2-3-4…'

The pouring rain, had formed fresh puddles in the cemetery soil. Every step was the equivalent of a jerking jaunt through quicksand.

'Out-2-3-4…'

That ancient song of Thor crashed through the sky, as fierce and primal as it were in the days of yore. The sound deafened the Fate-sewn pair, drowning out the morbid curse there spoken.

'In-2-3-4…'

A flash of green lightning flew from the Dark Lord's wand, screaming across the sky towards the warlock's target.

'Out-2…' The lightning travelled through the young man's body, as he crumpled downward, landing face-first in the mud…


Luna Lovegood woke with a start. Despite popular belief, dear reader, the living dead, while not necessarily requiring sleep due to the absence of several vital organ functions, including the normal rhythm of the brain's higher electrical functions, still benefited from various stages and lengths of rest.

Regardless of the various physiological functions of our favorite flesh-hungry female reanimated corpse, her heart was wracked with worry.

Before she had settled into bed the previous night, she had divined upon her fellow metahuman, Hadrian Peverell. Firstly, the man had to have been fairly skilled for his age; Witchhunter-at-Law was a fairly ambiguous position for one to earn at 14, Revenant-Class or not.

Secondly, she had felt but a small tremor of his latent eldritch magic. In that scarce instance, she was eternally grateful that she was not on the receiving end.

Albus Dumbledore was well known for his defeat of the Dark Warlock, Gellert Grindelwald, due to his ability to strategise and outwit Grindelwald without using dark spells or curses. 'Lord' Voldemort was feared, rightfully so, due to his almost fetishist obsession over violence and causing pain to others with his dark magic.

Eldritch magic and the magic of nature itself had no moral alignment, merely varying degrees of impartiality. Corpse demons possessed powers of deception, misdirection and even suggestive influence. The core element behind this was the fact that their magic was far below the spectrum of perception; all it took was a glance into the eyes of one at just the right time and you were at their mercy.

It was this cosmic insignificance that made the ultimate goal of Voldemort's agenda utterly pointless; for what could a mere fragment of a man do against an abomination of strange aeons, that which had long fed upon the Earth's bounty, and the closest thing to a living god?

To even be able to perceive such a thing chilled Luna to her very core at the thought of a 14 year old holding what may be the fate of the universe itself.

But, ah, thirdly! Thirdly...Harry seemed to carry a unique sense of justice and mercy to those who could not defend themselves, as well as swift punishment and infallible vengeance upon those who dared prey upon the weak.

It was a sentiment that amazed Luna, revitalizing her sense of hope that things could ultimately change for the better.

In addition to the young vampire's moral compass, his physical features...well, while most certainly unique, Luna didn't find them to be terribly unappealing. The gem-like glow of his eyes had seemed to brighten and dull in tune with his emotion, at one moment being as meek and gentle as the Sheepdog itself, the next as fierce and harsh as a mighty Judge, ready to carry out law and order at a second's notice. Given the proper framing of Hadrian's smooth angular features, as well as his fairly average build, he presented the image of a nobleman, well versed in chivalry and magical society.

And, if Luna had to be quite honest, she just might think he was a bit cute.

Glancing at her clock, she noted that she had around 3 hours until breakfast started. She groaned; she could never get back to sleep after 0300 hours. Deciding to make productive use of her time, she absent-mindedly began to check over her class supplies.


After he finished his morning run, Hadrian showered and changed before meeting up with Draco and Daphne for breakfast, eager and ready for the new day ahead of them.


A/N: Chapter 4's gonna take place on the Friday of the first week back at Hogwarts. Expect conflict between siblings, Monty Python and general hilarity.

Cheers,

-A1C Arkwright-