6/5 Author's Note: Apologies for the Simultaneous Double Posting, I had only just catch it when I was editing a paragraph as I was writing Part 2 of the Chapter. There will be multiple time skips in part 2 and as well as in part 3 where we will be focused on her merging with her WoT counterpart Linnea Morgaine Telamon- born 360 years before the Breaking to Lews Therin and a 'Mysterious' Woman after finishing the training she will be getting at the Hall of Servants directly under the Tamyrlin before her father then becoming a Blade Mistress and Blacksmith. She then later died of old age at 935 as well as the first Highest of the Red Ajah[1] before being reborn as Elaina Ospenya- daughter of Tamra Ospenya and her warder. Two months before Gitara's Foretelling Elaina's Past Lifes Memories come back during her Testing for the Shawl after finishing her training she got at the White Tower of Tar Valon along-side Siuan and Moiraine at 17 as the Oldest of the Female Marauders in Saidar who was raised by her aunt Suane for the first 16 and a half years.
8/14;9/16 Author's Note: after some contemplation Linnea's life is to be a behind the scenes story that will show up as memories during the main events of the Belgariad and the Malloreon.
During this Retelling of his past, instead of making an actual chapter for each section, I will be adding onto the existing chapter. So check my Word count every month.
Main Character DOB and Age; Current Date: 5363
Belgarath: -2000; 7363 yrs old
Polgara: 2000; 3363 yrs old
Durnik: 5330; 33 yrs old
Silk: 5333; 30 yrs old
Relg: 5335; 28 yrs old
Barak: 5336; 27 yrs old
Mandorallen: 5337; 26 yrs old
Hettar: 5337; 26 yrs old
Taiba: 5347; 20 yrs old
Lelldorin: 5352; 11 yrs old
Garion: 5354 Erastide; 8 yrs old
Ce'Nedra: 5355 Erastide; 7 yrs old
Part 1: Main Character Cast:
Harry Potter: Daniel Radcliffe
Morgana Diana Halliwell/Harry Potter: Adult Form- Gabrielle Reece/Teen Form- Elena Kampouris/Child Form- Kylie Rogers; Born- July 31, 1669
Evelyn Diana Potter: Tara Moss w/ Red Hair
Recap:
Garion paused to catch his breath when the dry voice in his mind that sometimes spoke to him, told him, 'Garion, your getting ahead of yourself. The story truly began the night your sister and her husband died not Fourth Year, remember?'
Present:
~~~5363: Faldor's Farm~~~
The admonishment caused Garion to mentally blush in embarrassment before apologizing, 'Sorry, Sorry… was getting a bit TOO involved. Now. Where to begin… ah yes…'
"Err I'm sorry everyone, I seemed to have overshot my target – so I got to back up the story."
Everyone just chuckled softly as he continued, "This is the night after Lily and James' death…
{Garion's Story}
The Dursleys got into bed. Mrs. Dursley fell asleep quickly but Mr. Dursley lay awake, turning it all over in his mind. His last, comforting thought before he fell asleep was that even if the Potters were involved, there was no reason for them to come near him and Mrs. Dursley. The Potters knew very well what he and Petunia thought about them and their kind. … He couldn't see how he and Petunia could get mixed up in anything that might be going on — he yawned and turned over — it couldn't affect them. …
How very wrong he was.
Mr. Dursley might have been drifting into an uneasy sleep, but the cat on the wall outside was showing no sign of sleepiness. It was sitting as still as a statue, its eyes fixed unblinkingly on the far corner of Privet Drive. It didn't so much as quiver when a car door slammed on the next street, nor when two owls swooped overhead. In fact, it was nearly midnight before the cat moved at all.
A man appeared on the corner the cat had been watching, appeared so suddenly and silently you'd have thought he'd just popped out of the ground. The cat's tail twitched and its eyes narrowed.
Nothing like this man had ever been seen on Privet Drive. He was tall, thin, and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak that swept the ground, and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice. This man's name was Albus Dumbledore.
Albus Dumbledore didn't seem to realize that he had just arrived in a street where everything from his name to his boots was unwelcome. He was busy rummaging in his cloak, looking for something. But he did seem to realize he was being watched, because he looked up suddenly at the cat, which was still staring at him from the other end of the street. For some reason, the sight of the cat seemed to amuse him. He chuckled and muttered, 'I should have known.'
He found what he was looking for in his inside pocket. It seemed to be a silver cigarette lighter. He flicked it open, held it up in the air, and clicked it. The nearest street lamp went out with a little pop. He clicked it again — the next lamp flickered into darkness. Twelve times he clicked the Put-Outer, until the only lights left on the whole street were two tiny pinpricks in the distance, which were the eyes of the cat watching him. If anyone looked out of their window now, even beady-eyed Mrs. Dursley, they wouldn't be able to see anything that was happening down on the pavement. Dumbledore slipped the Put-Outer back inside his cloak and set off down the street toward number four, where he sat down on the wall next to the cat. He didn't look at it, but after a moment he spoke to it.
'Fancy seeing you here, Minny.'
He turned to smile at the tabby, but it had gone. Instead he was smiling at a rather severe-looking woman who was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of the markings the cat had had around its eyes. She, too, was wearing a cloak, an emerald one. Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun. She looked distinctly ruffled.
'How did you know it was me?' she asked.
'My dear Wife, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly.'
'You'd be stiff if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day,' said Professor McGonagall.
'All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must have passed a dozen feasts and parties on my way here.'
Professor McGonagall sniffed angrily.
'Oh yes, everyone's celebrating, all right,' she said impatiently. 'You'd think they'd be a bit more careful, but no — even the Muggles have noticed something's going on. It was on their news.' She jerked her head back at the Dursleys' dark living-room window. 'I heard it. Flocks of owls… shooting stars… Well, they're not completely stupid. They were bound to notice something. Shooting stars down in Kent — I'll bet that was Dedalus Diggle. He never had much sense.'
'You can't blame them,' said Dumbledore gently. 'We've had precious little to celebrate for eleven years.'
'I know that,' said Professor McGonagall irritably. 'But that's no reason to lose our heads. People are being downright careless, out on the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in Muggle clothes, swapping rumors.'
She threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore here, as though hoping he was going to tell her something, but he didn't, so she went on. 'A fine thing it would be if, on the very day You-Know-Who seems to have disappeared at last, the Muggles found out about us all. I suppose he really has gone, Dumbledore?'
'It certainly seems so,' said Dumbledore. 'We have much to be thankful for. Would you care for a lemon drop?'
'A what?'
'A lemon drop. They're a kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of.'
'No, thank you,' said Professor McGonagall coldly, as though she didn't think this was the moment for lemon drops. 'As I say, even if You-Know-Who has gone —'
'My dear Professor, surely a sensible person like yourself can call him by his name? All this 'You-Know-Who' nonsense — for eleven years I have been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name: Voldemort.' Professor McGonagall flinched, but Dumbledore, who was unsticking two lemon drops, seemed not to notice. 'It all gets so confusing if we keep saying 'You-Know-Who.' I have never seen any reason to be frightened of saying Voldemort's name.'
'I know you haven't,' said Professor McGonagall, sounding half exasperated, half admiring. 'But you're different. Everyone knows you're the only one You-Know- oh, all right, Voldemort, was frightened of.'
'You flatter me,' said Dumbledore calmly. 'Voldemort had powers I will never have.'
'Only because you're too — well — noble to use them.'
'It's lucky it's dark. I haven't blushed so much since you told me you liked my new earmuffs.'
Professor McGonagall shot a sharp look at Dumbledore and said, 'The owls are nothing next to the rumors that are flying around. You know what everyone's saying? About why he's disappeared? About what finally stopped him?'
It seemed that Professor McGonagall had reached the point she was most anxious to discuss, the real reason she had been waiting on a cold, hard wall all day, for neither as a cat nor as a woman had she fixed Dumbledore with such a piercing stare as she did now. It was plain that whatever 'everyone' was saying, she was not going to believe it until Dumbledore told her it was true. Dumbledore, however, was choosing another lemon drop and did not answer.
'What they're saying,' she pressed on, 'is that last night Voldemort turned up in Godric's Hollow. He went to find the Potters. The rumor is that Lily and James Potter are — are — that they're — dead.'
Dumbledore bowed his head. Professor McGonagall gasped.
'Lily and James … I can't believe it … I didn't want to believe it … Oh, Albus …'
Dumbledore reached out and patted her on the shoulder. 'I know … I know …' he said heavily.
Professor McGonagall's voice trembled as she went on. 'That's not all. They're saying he tried to kill the Potters' son, Harry. But — he couldn't. He couldn't kill that little boy. No one knows why, or how, but they're saying that when he couldn't kill Harry Potter, Voldemort's power somehow broke — and that's why he's gone.'
Dumbledore nodded glumly.
'It's — it's true?' faltered Professor McGonagall. 'After all he's done … all the people he's killed … he couldn't kill a little boy? It's just astounding … of all the things to stop him … but how in the name of heaven did Harry survive?'
'We can only guess,' said Dumbledore. 'We may never know.'
Professor McGonagall pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes beneath her spectacles. Dumbledore gave a great sniff as he took a golden watch from his pocket and examined it. It was a very odd watch. It had twelve hands but no numbers; instead, little planets were moving around the edge. It must have made sense to Dumbledore, though, because he put it back in his pocket and said, 'Hagrid's late. I suppose it was he who told you I'd be here, by the way?'
'Yes,' said Professor McGonagall. 'And I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here, of all places?'
'I've come to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. They're the only family he has left now.'
'You don't mean — you can't mean the people who live here?' cried Professor McGonagall, jumping to her feet and pointing at number four. 'Dumbledore — you can't. I've been watching them all day. You couldn't find two people who are less like us. And they've got this son — I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets. Harry Potter come and live here!'
'It's the best place for him,' said Dumbledore firmly. 'His aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when he's older. I've written them a letter.'
'A letter?' repeated Professor McGonagall faintly, sitting back down on the wall. 'Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain all this in a letter? These people will never understand him! He'll be famous — a legend — I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter Day in the future — there will be books written about Harry — every child in our world will know his name!'
'Exactly,' said Dumbledore, looking very seriously over the top of his half-moon glasses. 'It would be enough to turn any boy's head. Famous before he can walk and talk! Famous for something he won't even remember! Can't you see how much better off he'll be, growing up away from all that until he's ready to take it?'
Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, changed her mind, swallowed, and then said, 'Yes — yes, you're right, of course. But how is the boy getting here, Dumbledore?' She eyed his cloak suddenly as though she thought he might be hiding Harry underneath it.
'Hagrid's bringing him.'
'You think it — wise — to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?'
'I would trust Hagrid with my life,' said Dumbledore.
'I'm not saying his heart isn't in the right place,' said Professor McGonagall grudgingly, 'but you can't pretend he's not careless. He does tend to — what was that?'
A low rumbling sound had broken the silence around them. It grew steadily louder as they looked up and down the street for some sign of a headlight; it swelled to a roar as they both looked up at the sky — and a huge motorcycle fell out of the air and landed on the road in front of them.
If the motorcycle was huge, it was nothing to the man sitting astride it. He was almost twice as tall as a normal man and at least five times as wide. He looked simply too big to be allowed, and so wild — long tangles of bushy black hair and beard hid most of his face, he had hands the size of trash can lids, and his feet in their leather boots were like baby dolphins. In his vast, muscular arms he was holding a bundle of blankets.
'Hagrid,' said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. 'At last. And where did you get that motorcycle?'
'Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir,' said the giant, climbing carefully off the motorcycle as he spoke. 'Young Sirius Black lent it to me. I've got him, sir.'
'No problems, were there?'
'No, sir — house was almost destroyed, but I got him out all right before the Muggles started swarmin' around. He fell asleep as we was flyin' over Bristol.'
Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent forward over the bundle of blankets. Inside, just visible, was a baby boy, fast asleep. Under a tuft of jet-black hair over his forehead they could see a curiously shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning.
'Is that where—?' whispered Professor McGonagall.
'Yes,' said Dumbledore. 'He'll have that scar forever.'
'Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore?'
'Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground. Well — give him here, Hagrid — we'd better get this over with.'
Dumbledore took Harry in his arms and turned toward the Dursleys' house.
'Could I — could I say good-bye to him, sir?' asked Hagrid. He bent his great, shaggy head over Harry and gave him what must have been a very scratchy, whiskery kiss. Then, suddenly, Hagrid let out a howl like a wounded dog.
'Shhh!' hissed Professor McGonagall, 'you'll wake the Muggles!'
'S-s-sorry,' sobbed Hagrid, taking out a large, spotted handkerchief and burying his face in it. 'But I c-c-can't stand it — Lily an' James dead — an' poor little Harry off ter live with Muggles —'
'Yes, yes, its all very sad, but get a grip on yourself, Hagrid, or we'll be found,' Professor McGonagall whispered, patting Hagrid gingerly on the arm as Dumbledore stepped over the low garden wall and walked to the front door. He laid Harry gently on the doorstep, took a letter out of his cloak, tucked it inside Harry's blankets, and then came back to the other two. For a full minute the three of them stood and looked at the little bundle; Hagrid's shoulders shook, Professor McGonagall blinked furiously, and the twinkling light that usually shone from Dumbledore's eyes seemed to have gone out.
'Well,' said Dumbledore finally, 'that's that. We've no business staying here. We may as well go and join the celebrations.'
'Yeah,' said Hagrid in a very muffled voice, 'I'd best get this bike away. G'night, Professor McGonagall — Professor Dumbledore, sir.'
Wiping his streaming eyes on his jacket sleeve, Hagrid swung himself onto the motorcycle and kicked the engine into life; with a roar it rose into the air and off into the night.
'I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall,' said Dumbledore, nodding to her. Professor McGonagall blew her nose in reply.
Dumbledore turned and walked back down the street. On the corner he stopped and took out the silver Put-Outer. He clicked it once, and twelve balls of light sped back to their street lamps so that Privet Drive glowed suddenly orange and he could make out a tabby cat slinking around the corner at the other end of the street. He could just see the bundle of blankets on the step of number four.
'Good luck, Harry,' he murmured. He turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak, he was gone.
A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter just before it disappeared beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous. Unseen by anyone as the bundle of blankets began to glow sea green and disappears in a flash and a soul-chilling scream erupts as a black tar-like substance is sucked from the scar and put into an exact duplicate body.
~~October 31, 1670: Forest of Virginia~~~
Eva watched unseen near the altar waiting for the visitors from the future to arrive with young Charlotte, the Elder Whitelighters had ask her to help if needed but her job was to Protect the child... not that she need any incentive to watch her cousins. They came into view the youngest sister walking beside her two older sisters as they held Charlotte's arms, helping her walk.
'The Altar,' states Phoebe in relief.
Piper says trying to keep Charlotte calm, 'Okay, just a little while longer, we're almost there.'
'I can't.' Charlotte gasps out through a contraction.
Prue starts to say before being interrupted, 'Yes, you...'
'I'm sorry.'
'You can do this.' Prue inserts firmly.
Charlotte gasps out as she kneels on the ground, 'No! The baby's coming now!'
'Charlotte… Oh god.'
Several hours pass by as Eva also known as Evelyn Diana watches waiting for the right time to intercede, she watches as the middle sister kneeling checks the progress of Charlotte's baby as said girl is laying on the ground with a blanket over her.
'Ok, easy…easy' Piper says soothingly as she gets up to ask Prue and Phoebe, 'Um, it's almost 11:00. Do you think they gave up on us?'
'Uh...'
'No, I don't think so,' states Phoebe watching the fire from the witch hunter's torches in the distance.
'Alright, what do we have?' asks Prue, as she rushes to the other side of the altar.
Piper says, 'We've got big problems, a little time and a little magic.'
Prue asks, 'Alright… didn't Eva say something about, uh, Charlotte giving birth in a protective circle?'
'Can we make one of those?'
'I don't know, we've got lavender and uh...'
'Isn't rosemary supposed to be good for protection?'
'Right, and apples and laurel leaves block the path of evil.'
'Right.'
'Put it all together, it may just work.'
Unseen by the girls, Eva smiles proudly as they talk out her hurried lesson when Charlotte screams in pain.
Piper asks her sisters, 'Who's gonna deliver the baby?'
Eva releases her Disillusionment charm while striding over to Charlotte and states, 'I will but your help will be needed, Piper.'
The sisters snap their head to the now unharmed form of the Coven Leader.
The sisters cry out in surprise, 'Eva!'
When they make movement to say more Eva stops them by saying, 'Not the time for question, Girls. Prue, work on the apples. Phoebe, get circle up. Piper, come here.'
The younger women did as told with Piper muttering as she walks over to Charlotte and Eva, 'I always get the messy jobs.'
Phoebe throws things around them in a large circle.
Eva says soothingly to Charlotte, 'Okay, you're gonna have to try and be kinda quiet for me kiddo. Piper, hold her hand as I check her progress.' Gently lifting Charlotte's legs in a birthing position; the millennium old witch-woman checked the dilation of her friend's vagina. 'I see it, Charlotte, the babies crowning.'
Phoebe runs over to them and asks, 'Really?'
Both Prue and Eva snap, 'Phoebe, the circle.'
'The circle.' Phoebe states, before getting back to the circle.
Eva took a deep breath to gather her thoughts, 'Okay, Charlotte, when I say to push… push. Okay, Piper, this baby is coming! I want you to get behind her and gently move her torso on to your lap and let her grip your hands.'
'Yeah, well, so are they.' Prue muttered to Phoebe when they heard that the baby was on its way.
'~Okay, we can do this. Yes, we can do this.~' was the mantra, Piper kept muttering.
'We have to do this.' Phoebe added walking back over to Prue.
Prue hands Phoebe an apple and says, 'Alright, here. Knowledge and reverence.'
They face each other and chant, 'Knowledge and reverence, knowledge and reverence, knowledge and reverence, knowledge and reverence.'
'Push, Charlotte,' Eva commanded, as the head came out fully.
~~~Cole and Ruth on their horses~~~
Cole stops riding.
Ruth demands, 'What are you doing?'
Cole murmurs, 'Seeing what they've learned.'
~~~Eva and the girls~~~
The witch hunters get closer.
'Here they come,' observes Phoebe.
Charlotte leans heavily against Piper as she states worriedly, 'Prue.'
After gather a bit of courage, Prue replies, 'Alright, put it all together, it's gonna work.'
They throw the apples in different directions. A protective circle forms around them. One witch hunter hits it like he's hit a wall.
~~~Cole and Ruth~~~
Cole annoyed but slightly proud says, 'They've connected. It's over.'
Ruth denies, 'No, not yet.'
~~~Eva and the girls~~~
Phoebe crows in relief, 'How cool is that? It actually worked.' The witch hunters fire their guns at them. 'Or not!'
Piper states sarcastically, 'It doesn't stop bullets.'
'Again! Push… Piper as soon as the shoulders are past the canal carefully lay Charlotte back to a laying down position,' Eva commands and the babies shoulder come free. Eva pulls the child all the way out minding the umbilical cord which with a small blade of fire on her index finger to cut and cauterize the wound. Eva hands the now free-handed Piper the baby then waves a hand to vanish the afterbirth.
'We are running out of ammo.'
Phoebe comments, 'Prue, it's not like an apple's gonna stop them anyway.'
The witch hunters continue shooting.
Piper wrapping the baby in a blanket after cleaning her up as best as she could, she calls out, 'It's a girl!'
At the same Prue and Eva command.
Prue: 'Piper, get Charlotte and the baby outta here.'
Eva: 'Prue and Piper stand back and protect Charlotte and the baby. Phoebe you know what to do…'
All three the younger women say, 'Huh?'
'Now!'
Take a deep breath, Eva steps forward as Prue steps back, Phoebe stood still for a couple seconds trying to figure out what Eva meant.
'OH! Okay, I think I have an idea of what might really scare them.'
Phoebe puts on a witches hat and grabs a broom.
Prue and Piper asked in unison, 'What are you going to do?'
Eva and Phoebe reply in unison, 'She's/I'm going to embrace the cliché.'
'Phoebe, give your hand for a second.'
Phoebe complies and glow white briefly then sweeps east to west and then sits on the broom as the broom rises up into the air.
Prue and Piper watch dumbfounded and Piper states shocked, 'There's something you don't see every day.'
Phoebe flies over the witch hunters and cackles with the wind not affecting her, the men quickly run off and Phoebe giggles.
~~~Cole and Ruth~~~
Cole says chuckling, 'You've gotta give them credit. They're awfully good. And the Coven Leader is powerful in her own right' He gets off his horse. 'It's alright. Time's on my side.'
A portal opens in the ground and he jumps in it. It closes. And Ruth gets hit by a paralysis curse from Eva as she, Prue, and Piper watch Phoebe fly over the moon.
'Girls… I am Evelyn Diana Potter.'
~~~A couple hours late – the Coven's Cave~~~
Eva is holding the baby. She walks over to Charlotte and hands her back to her then goes to her six foot eight husband, Richard's embrace who was stand was by his Companions- two Elves of the Ancient World.
Eva intones to Prue, Piper and Phoebe, 'Blessed be.'
Prue asks smiling, 'Isn't the future beautiful?'
Eva responds filled with pride for all of her three female descendants, 'It is, thanks to you. You found the power.'
Phoebe fires back 'You showed us where to look.'
'Yeah, I guess we know where all that flying hag stuff started. You only have yourself to blame, right Pheebs?' says Prue jokingly.
Phoebe returns with equal humor, 'I know it and I love it. Now if I can just figure out how to take it back with me. Hey, what are "they" waiting for? Why haven't they sent us home yet?'
'Maybe we haven't learned everything that we're supposed to yet.' offers Prue wondering the same thing. Causing Piper to look at her watch and say, 'Well, it's almost midnight, so if we're going to learn anything more we'd better hurry.'
In thanks, Charlotte says, 'I promise my daughter will know of you. Of the three powerful witches who came to bring her into this world. And we'll always be grateful, won't we Melinda?'
'Melinda?' queries Piper.
Charlotte affirms, 'Yes, Melinda. Melinda Warren.'
Phoebe gasped, 'Oh.'
'What is it?' asked Charlotte.
Phoebe stammered still stunned, 'I uh... I think we're related.'
The vortex opens and the girls get sucked into it and then deposited a one year and three month old baby girl with a letter and a seemingly slim Book of Shadows. As Ever picks up the slumbering babe and the Book of Shadows, Richard curious and cautious was compelled to open the letter and read it with Eva looking over his shoulders.
Richard,
I know you're upset with me about not allowing you and Eva to ascend into Minor Gods but I have one last test for you. You two have helped raise thousands of your descendants, you have trained them, and you have helped with the training of Druid's and the Native Witches… I'm babbling, sorry, I'll get to the point. This Baby is from and important to the future and your last… no, our last Blood-Descendant through your daughter who married into the Ross Druidic Bloodline; Jenna Minerva Diana Morgana Dumbledore. Please, I promise you this is my last test for you before you both Ascend. Please, watch over her. All of them.
Yours Sincerely,
Zeddicus Zul Zorander
P.S- The child is a male dominate whose name is Alaric Henry Zeus James Dumbledore but the consequences of bringing him back in time is that he must spend 50 Earth Prime years as a temporary female dominate shifter no matter how many years in other worlds or alternate timelines he spends trying and perfecting his techniques.
P.P.S- Tell Elladan and Tauriel this is their Grandchild as well.
P.P.P.S- I recommend Unbinding the Baby's Powers and Blood-Adopting him.
The two names and the postscripts caused Eva's eyes to widen in shock and she stumbling back and held steady by her husband who managed to having visions of an alternate lifetime of this child. Brought to the present as she and everyone heard her say, 'Oh Merlin. She's a gender-shifter…'
~~~5½ Years Later; May 17, 1676-Diana's POV: Third Person~~~
'Deep breaths… In… Out… In… Out… Look inside your mind, imagine yourself in the our Library with your back to the Restricted Section of the Library. And instead of seeing numerous Bookcases, you are staring at some doors… tell me how many there are?'
'Eighth with name plates on them and a Gold and Silver sheen just inside the doorframes.'
'Tell me what they say, Diana?'
'The first door is my Gender-shifting ability and my Elven Bloodline.'
Diana pauses to take a much needed breath then askes a question, 'Mum
'The second door is my Sorcerer bloodline abilities.'
'From your Father.'
'The third door is my Wiccan powers. And the fourth door is my Druidic ability.'
'Your birth parents,' said Evelyn. Diana's adopted mother. Diana wanted to ask about her birth parents but one look from her mother caused her to shut her mouth.
'The fifth door is for my knowledge of the languages you taught me.'
'It amazes me and freaks me out you managed to learn 6 languages in 5 years.'
'The sixth door is my general knowledge. And the seventh is the start of the weapons training Uncle Elladan and Aunt Tauriel are giving me. Then last one is the door back to the real world.'
After watching Diana finish up the list, Evelyn instructed, 'Okay Anna, I want you to walk and open up the door labeled 'Sorcerer' and tell me what you see inside?"
'I see eleven empty bookcases of spells and knowledge in Transfiguration, Battle Magic, DADA, Dark Arts, Charms, Potions, Herbology, Arithmancy, Study of Ancient Runes, Care of Magical Creatures, and Alchemy. The shelves are labeled as well going in ascending order from year 1 to Grand Mastery.'
'Good, very good. Open your mind and let me in what I'm about to do will jump start your training in the Mind Arts.'
What Eva intended to do was give Diana Basic Knowledge of Occlumency to help her refine and strengthen her natural Mind Shields and her Telepathic ability. Doing as instructed, Diana let the warm comforting presence of her mum's mind enveloped hers and then the seven year old felt as if she was hit by the Cruciatus Curse. The instant Eva touched her daughter's mind instead doing what she intended the memories and knowledge of Diana's Alternate Life were downloaded into her daughter's mind and Eva was stripped of all but vaguest idea of those memories and knowledge. Diana opened her eyes five minutes later and Harry Potter started looking around the clearing that he was apparently in and saw an unconscious yet beautiful red haired woman as well as his deaged familiar, Sophia- which is a six foot newborn Elder Python hatchling who hissed out in confusion.
'~~Huh? Harry… what happened and why are we both sssooo young?~~'
Harry heard Sophia ask just as he lost consciousness again.
Unseen by his unconscious wife and daughter, Richard placed a Knowledge Suppression Seal on her; which in essence keeps all the spells locked until her magic and mind deems her ready for it. He then placed a Druidic Memory binding on Diana to help in sorting through the memories without them effecting her conscious mind while ensuring that AU-Harry's personality does not take over. The Binding was set to dissolve once its task was completed which from Myrddin's teachings and his own experience took three to five years when they dealt with Kahlan's memories merging with Evelyn's mind.
Next up: Time Skip—One Year: Druidic Awakening and AU-Harry Memory
{AU-Harry Potter Memories)
[June 24, 1995: Battle of Hogwarts]
Harry stumbled a little when Susan followed by the Weasley's collided with him in a hug the second Voldemort's body hit the ground. Letting them smother him, he looked over the heads of all of them trying to find his granddaughter and he saw her leaning heavily against the wall clutching an abdomen wound by an unconscious Yaxley.
'Hermione!'
His shout caused everyone to turn their attention to Hermione just as he shimmered to next to her. What happened next had everyone looking on in awe, his hand enveloped in the white healing magic of the Rahl Bloodline. It seemed to be going well but she started convulsing, that snapped Mrs. Weasley whose healer instincts arose as Harry stared in horror when he realized there were trigger spells on the wound. Waving his goddaughter- formerly surrogate mother off, he cast a diagnostics charm that revealed the Sectumsempra spell was linked with a blood boiling hex and heart attack curse that didn't show up on his first diagnostics charm. Harry and Susan stood helpless on the side watching their Granddaughter* die.
AU-LOTR: Harry/Morgana appear one the shores of Numenor in 3119 of the Second Age Wearing ornate Green robes holding a white Staff with a ruby infused top and a longsword sheathed and belted to his waist.
Staff: Think combination of Atiesh and Gandalf the White's Staff
Sword: Sword of Truth as a true Longsword
Robes: Legend of the Seeker Darken Rahl Outfit; black Robe bottoms with gold trim replace the black trousers
High Elf/Maiar Harry
Harry/Irime
AU/HPU- Argus Filch for 2 centuries was lauded as a renowned Master Druid then he stepped down as the head of the Order of the Druids in 1973 to be the Hogwarts Caretaker. When Harry entered Hogwarts for the first time-his Druidic and Sorcery Potential overloaded Argus' Druidic senses.
This is the Magical Pecking order:
Druids can negate the Powers of anything but a Demigod and a God
Sorcery can negate anything but a Druid, a Demigod, and a God
Wiccan Magic can negate anything Wiccan if you have the Power Negation Ability; Meaning: Witches, Warlocks, Demons, etc…
A Life within a Life: Magic Has a Humor- Part 2
Au-HarryMagus of Narnia
Part 2: Main Characters
Morgana Diana Halliwell/Harry Potter: Teen Form- Elena Kampouris/Child Form- Kylie Rogers
*Diana is what she wanted to be called
Harald James Albus Dumbledore-Potter:
Base/Elven Form-Neil Fingleton; Harry Potter Halliwell Form- Joonas Suotamo
Hermione Granger: Emma Watson
Prue Halliwell: Shannen Doherty
Melinda and Diana's Wiccan Powers- In Order Granted:
Melinda:
Premonition- Birth
Molecular Immobilization- age 5
Telekinesis- age 9
Diana:
Telekinesis- Birth
Molecular Manipulation/Decelaration- Birth
Projection/Transformation- age 3
Projection/Conjuration- age 3
Advanced Telekinesis- age 8
Energy Waves- age 13
Portal Creation- age 16
Fun Fact: New World Elves (Noble Elves)from birth to their late teens to early 20s physically age like humans but then its slows down before halting completely at 50 years old.
Their aging slows once they finish puberty; after that the aging ratios is 6:1. for every 6 year a human physically ages, an elf ages 1 year
{~~~Previously~~~}
~~~5½ Years Later; May 17, 1676-Diana's POV: Third Person~~~
'Deep breaths… In… Out… In… Out… Look inside your mind, imagine yourself in the our Library with your back to the Restricted Section of the Library. And instead of seeing numerous Bookcases, you are staring at some doors… tell me how many there are?'
'Eighth with name plates on them and a Gold and Silver sheen just inside the doorframes.'
'Tell me what they say, Diana?'
'The first door is my Gender-shifting ability and my Elven Bloodline.'
Diana pauses to take a much needed breath then askes a question, 'Mum
'The second door is my Sorcerer bloodline abilities.'
'From your Father.'
'The third door is my Wiccan powers. And the fourth door is my Druidic ability.'
'Your birth parents,' said Evelyn. Diana's adopted mother. Diana wanted to ask about her birth parents but one look from her mother caused her to shut her mouth.
'The fifth door is for my knowledge of the languages you taught me.'
'It amazes me and freaks me out you managed to learn 6 languages in 5 years.'
'The sixth door is my general knowledge. And the seventh is the start of the weapons training Uncle Elladan and Aunt Tauriel are giving me. Then last one is the door back to the real world.'
After watching Diana finish up the list, Evelyn instructed, 'Okay Anna, I want you to walk and open up the door labeled 'Sorcerer' and tell me what you see inside?"
'I see eleven empty bookcases of spells and knowledge in Transfiguration, Battle Magic, DADA, Dark Arts, Charms, Potions, Herbology, Arithmancy, Study of Ancient Runes, Care of Magical Creatures, and Alchemy. The shelves are labeled as well going in ascending order from year 1 to Grand Mastery.'
'Good, very good. Open your mind and let me in what I'm about to do will jump start your training in the Mind Arts.'
What Eva intended to do was give Diana Basic Knowledge of Occlumency to help her refine and strengthen her natural Mind Shields and her Telepathic ability. Doing as instructed, Diana let the warm comforting presence of her mum's mind enveloped hers and then the seven year old felt as if she was hit by the Cruciatus Curse. The instant Eva touched her daughter's mind instead doing what she intended the memories and knowledge of Diana's Alternate Life were downloaded into her daughter's mind and Eva was stripped of all but vaguest idea of those memories and knowledge. Diana opened her eyes five minutes later and Harry Potter started looking around the clearing that he was apparently in and saw an unconscious yet beautiful red haired woman as well as his deaged familiar, Sophia- which is a six foot newborn Elder Python hatchling who hissed out in confusion.
'~~Huh? Harry… what happened and why are we both sssooo young?~~'
Harry heard Sophia ask just as he lost consciousness again.
Unseen by his unconscious wife and daughter, Richard placed a Knowledge Suppression Seal on her; which in essence keeps all the spells locked until her magic and mind deems her ready for it. He then placed a Druidic Memory binding on Diana to help in sorting through the memories without them effecting her conscious mind while ensuring that AU-Harry's personality does not take over. The Binding was set to dissolve once its task was completed which from Myrddin's teachings and his own experience took three to five years when they dealt with Kahlan's memories merging with Evelyn's mind.
{AU-Harry Potter Memories- Dream Sequence: Diana- age 8)
[May 17, 1993 – Minevra's Office, Hogwarts]
Richard was snapped out of his mental conversation with Stephen when Susan gave his a sharp elbow in the gut indicating that Ginny was finishing up her account of what happened in the Chamber.
"And as I tried to apologize for using the diary Harry silenced me before telling and I quote 'Do not be weep for me Ginny, this is my fate… my Destiny. Someone once told me...'"
He took a deep breath and winked at his old two friends before interrupting the youngster and finished what Ginny was about to say, "'To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.' But this is not my time to truly pass on to the afterlife. And indeed it was not my time for like a Phoenix, I was reborn through fire as my task on this world has not yet been completed."
Standing at six foot seven, Harry stood in the to The headmaster Personal Quarters with a radiating confidence and command that was obvious to all the other occupants in the room. Nobody moved they were so stunned, until Ron and Ginny finally broke out of their shock and rushed to their Friend and crush respectively and crushed him in a hug and to the surprise of all but one of adults, he didn't so much as stagger from his spot from the impact.
Ginny stammering, "Ha… Harry? How are you alive? I saw you dying on the floor of the chamber.."
[June 24, 1995: Battle of Hogwarts]
Harry stumbled a little when Susan followed by the Weasley's collided with him in a hug the second Voldemort's body hit the ground. Letting them smother him, he looked over the heads of all of them trying to find his granddaughter and he saw her leaning heavily against the wall clutching an abdomen wound by an unconscious Yaxley.
'Hermione!'
His shout caused everyone to turn their attention to Hermione just as he shimmered to next to her. What happened next had everyone looking on in awe, his hand enveloped in the white healing magic of the Rahl Bloodline. It seemed to be going well but she started convulsing, that snapped Mrs. Weasley whose healer instincts arose as Harry stared in horror when he realized there were trigger spells on the wound. Waving his goddaughter- formerly surrogate mother off, he cast a diagnostics charm that revealed the Sectumsempra spell was linked with a blood boiling hex and heart attack curse that didn't show up on his first diagnostics charm. Harry and Susan stood helpless on the side watching their Granddaughter* die.
[3:00pm – May 17, 2001: Great Hall- Hogwarts; Charms Lecture]
'Thank you, everyone, this next question will be the last one of the lecture. Creevey, tell me, what is required to cast the Patronus Spell?'
Dennis straightened up having been picked by the man who saved and healed his brother to answer a question.
[Same time – May 17, 2001: Halliwell Manor- San Francisco, California United States]
Harry watched with growing unease and amusement as Prue was getting exasperated as well as wanting her godparents- him and Susan but he was giving a lecture overseas so she said, 'Look, I know that this all sounds incredible, but it doesn't make it any less true. Alright, you're a healer, you do well, now either you have saved too many lives or you're about to save a life that they don't want you to save.'
'They?'
Prue affirms, 'Yeah, demons. Uh, more specifically, Shax. He was The Source's assassin.'
Dr. Griffiths holds up his hand and interrupts, 'Hold it, I get it. This is a practical joke, right? Do you have a hidden camera here? My second wife put you up to this? Ah, it's just like her.'
He laughs.
Prue reigns in her irritation and stutters, 'O-o-okay, Dr. Griffiths, listen to me, this is anything but..."
She stops.
Piper asks concerned, 'What?'
Shaking her head, Prue replies, 'I don't know, I just felt a chill. Phoebe?' No answer, she tries again. 'Phoebe, are you there?' A tornado of wind twists through the front door. 'Phoebe, where are you?'
The tornado knocks Prue and Piper to the floor. A clap of thunder is heard, the tornado calms down and Shax appears.
Staring at the grey-skinned demon, Dr. Griffiths mutters, 'Dear god.'
'No!' shouts Prue as she gets up off the floor and pushes Dr. Griffiths out of the way. Shax throws an energy ball at Prue and she literally crashes straight through a wall. Piper gets up and Shax throws an energy ball at Piper, sending her crashing through a wall. Shax turns to Dr. Griffiths.
Dr. Griffiths asks, 'What are you?'
Shax states softly, 'The end.'
He throws an energy ball at Dr. Griffiths and he crashes through a window. Shax looks around. He looks at Prue and Piper unconscious on the floor. Pleased with what he's done, Shax turns back into the wind and flies out the front door. The glass on the door smashes as it slams shut.
[Same time – May 17, 2001: Great Hall- Hogwarts; Charms Lecture]
'To successfully cast the spell, one must muster the happiest memory they can think of…'
Dennis trailed off when Harry and Susan let out a pained gasp clutching his chest and stumbling back from the podium before his magical aura started to encompass his body. Pulsed yellowish green while getting steadily darker until it reach Dark Emerald; at which point it flared brightly causing everyone to cover their eyes. By the time his magic faded enough for everyone to look once again at their savior, the only thing left was his rumpled clothes…
[May 17, 1677- 5:00am; Potter/Warren Cottage, Virginia Wilderness]
'O God, no… Hermione… Prue…' Diana cried out as she bolted upright on the bed with the sheet fell to her waist, her hands enveloped in crackling plasma.
Within seconds – Elladan, Tauriel, Evelyn, Charlotte, and a six year old Melinda appeared just inside Diana's room as her familiar coiled around her waist in a comforting gesture. Her mother, best friend, uncle, and aunts watched for a minute as Sophia comforts her human and their loved one who was crying in grief over vivid memories of her 'previous life'. Richard, having entered last due to being interrupted from his work in their Blacksmith forge flares his aura to smother his daughter's accidental magic as he picks her and settles her in his lap and signaling the rest to go get ready for the day. Richard rubbed her back as her body trembled with sobs and phantom grief, it went on like this for about a half an hour before she fell back asleep.
Placing a hand on her brow letting his magic assess the binding and within a minute the results shock him; her magic broke through both the bindings and seal letting the energy dissipate and be absorbed into the wards. While Diana's mental strength sorted through the memories quickly putting them in the Restricted Section which had wards that even the younger three Founder's wouldn't mess with them. The Spell Knowledge was sorted by subject and then sorted by level of difficulty and all of this was done by her mind's Avatar/Conscious: Harald James Albus Potter and a truly enormous Blue Elder Dragon as her Mental Guardian. Taking a look at the bookcases of Transfiguration, Battle Magic, DADA, Dark Arts, Charms, Potions, Herbology, Arithmancy, Study of Ancient Runes, Care of Magical Creatures, and Alchemy. The First and Second year shelves were missing from all of the bookcases except for Alchemy which in all honesty was not surprising as alchemy needs up to Journeyman level knowledge in Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, Arithmancy, and Ancient Runes in to use. Unseen by Richard, three rooms became fuller; the Gender shifting/Elven bloodline room, the Languages room, and the Combat Skills room.
[July 31, 1680- 5:00pm; Potter/Warren Cottage, Virginia Wilderness]
Eva, Richard, Tauriel, Charlotte, Elladan, and a Pair of wandering Vampire named Carlisle Cullen and Elijah Mikaelson watched as Diana was training in how use her her younger surrogate sister, Melinda in her recently acquired power of Telekinesis.
[January 1684- Potter/Warren Cottage, Virginia Wilderness]
For several hours- Eva, Charolette, Melinda, and Carlisle watch in awe and utter amusement while Elijah just watched in complete amusement as a fourteen year old girl skillfully and systematically beat down three Ancient Masters of the Sword.
[October 31, 1686- 5:00pm; Potter/Warren Cottage, Virginia Wilderness]
Richard watched proudly as Diana crafted her staff while guided by her magic with skill not commonly found in a seventeen year old. Diana held a six foot staff made of holly and a six foot staff made of two silverish metals in each hand and spoke two words from a language unknown to any in this world.
"Weis Ikonoka!"
With a shimmer and slight flash of light, the two staffs disappeared leaving in their place a six foot silverish-white staff with an ornate top that had been hollowed.
Using her magic to slice into the palm of her predominate handan let the blood well up and pool until it was getting ready to overflow and as she turned it over laying her hand on the saying, "Blödh!"
The staff flashed red before an oval-shaped ruby appeared inside the hollow.
Suddenly her right hand shot straight up into the air completely healed with her left hand now on the staff; she shouted, "Gramarye!"
Her magic flared emerald green into the visible spectrum as a small portion was siphoned into the staff.
"Kveykva!"
Which caused a pure white lightning bolt to strike the staff and absorbed.
"Vindr!"
Causing a small cyclone before it was absorbed into the staff.
"Adurna!"
Water pooled around her and the staff before being frozen then absorbed.
"Deloi!"
The earth around it glowed before the light was absorbed.
"Brisingr!"
Green Fire enveloped the stong before being literally sucked into the staff.
"Gath!"
And with a flare of white light and completely bonding with it's master and maker the staff disappeared but on Diana's left pointer-finger appeared a silverish-white ring then her body began shimmer before reappearing and collapsing from magical exhaustion.
A Life within a Life: Magic Has a Humor- Part 3:
Main Character Cast:
Teen Daenerys Targaryen: Sophie Turner
Adult Daenerys Targaryen: Gabrielle Reece
Viserys Targaryen: Harry Lloyd
Visenya Targaryen: Kristanna Loken
The Rebirth Of Magic Has Come.
The Queen Of Sorcery And Dragons To Be Born.
She Is To Be The Guide Of The Prince That Was Promised And The Princess Of Dragons
She Shall Be Born With Hair Of Platinum Onyx And Eyes Of Deep Amethyst.
In Her Right Hand Shall Be Black Sister- Justice Shall Be Dealt.
In Her Left Hand Shall Be Vanyali- The Sword Of Magic.
The Humans of Valyrian Blood throughout Planetos they were called Elves by the humans because their unearthly beauty and extended lifespan although in reality the Valyrian Forefather's were a small group of Grey Folk- more evolved Elves (read: more human like with the only think setting them apart from humans was their platinum hair and violet eyes.) set apart from the rest that Norgannon brought from the World of Alagaesia to seed Planetos with Magic(10,000 men, women, and children). In return for being willingly taken from their home-world, Norgannon granted them better control of their magic; as long as they stayed away from the Forbidden Arts- Dark Magic (Spells of Toture and Mutilation) and Black Magic: Necromancy, Blood Magic, and Soul Magic. The Doom of Valyria happened because the Arch-Magus of the Tower of Arcane and his Dark Acolytes used the expressively forbidden arts to achieve a fusion becoming one with the Great Other, the God of Ice and Death in its entirety in the Rules that their Patron of Magic- Norgannon. As result after the Doom of Valyria, Norgannon bound most their magic and bound their physical abilities reducing them to being like the humans they intermarried with until one of their descendants are found worthy of redeeming their race. Showing mercy to the few Valyrian Houses that had stay completely loyal to him, Norgannon sent Daenys the Dreamer, the daughter of the head of House Targaryen, Aenar, visions of the Doom that would come over Valyria twelve years later. Aenar led House Targaryen and their five dragons, including Balerion, to the westernmost outpost of Valyrian influence, the Targaryen claimed island of Dragonstone, off the east coast of Westeros.
Their magic is a fusion of Alagaesia Magic and the True Source from the WOT.
[First person Intro]
And perhaps the 'dragon' did remember, but I could remember everything since birth. I never saw this land Viserys said was our but I've read about them, this realm beyond the narrow sea. These places he talked of, Casterly Rock and the Eyrie, Highgarden and the Vale of Arryn, Dorne and the Isle of Faces, they were just words to me. Viserys had been a boy of eight when Viserys and mother fled King's Landing to escape the advancing armies of the Usurper, but I had been only a quickening in mother's womb.
Yet sometimes I would picture the way it had been, so often had Viserys told me the stories. The midnight flight to Dragonstone, moonlight shimmering on the ship's black sails. Our brother Rhaegar battling the Usurper in the bloody waters of the Trident and dying for the woman he loved. The sack of King's Landing by the ones Viserys called the Usurper's dogs, the lords Lannister and Stark. Princess Elia of Dorne pleading for mercy as Rhaegar's heir was ripped from her breast and murdered before her eyes. The polished skulls of the last dragons staring down sightlessly from the walls of the throne room while the Kingslayer opened Father's throat with a golden sword.
I had been born on Dragonstone nine moons after their flight, while a raging summer storm threatened to rip the island fastness apart. That storm was terrible. The Targaryen fleet was smashed while it lay at anchor, and huge stone blocks were ripped from the parapets and sent hurtling into the wild waters of the narrow sea. Mother had died birthing me, and for that Viserys had never forgiven me.
I barely remember Dragonstone, but we had to run, just before the Usurper's brother set sail with his new-built fleet. By then only Dragonstone itself, the ancient seat of our House, had remained of the Seven Kingdoms that had once been theirs. It would not remain for long. The garrison had been prepared to sell them to the Usurper, but one night Ser Willem Darry and four loyal men had broken into the nursery and stolen us both, along with my wet nurse, and set sail under cover of darkness for the safety of the Braavosian coast.
I remembered Ser Willem, a great grey bear of a man, half-blind, roaring and bellowing orders from his sickbed. The servants had lived in terror of him, but he had always been kind to me. He called me "Little Princess" and sometimes "My Lady," and his hands were soft as old leather. He never left his bed, though, and the smell of sickness clung to him day and night, a hot, moist, sickly sweet odor; I wish to the gods I could of healed him but it was out my hands. That was when we lived in Braavos, in the big house with the red door for a little under 4 and a half years. I had my own room there, with a lemon tree outside her window. After Ser Willem had died, the servants had stolen what little money we had left, and soon after that we had been put out of the big house. I had to fake cry when the red door closed behind us forever.
We had wandered for since then, from Braavos to Myr, from Myr to Tyrosh, and on to Qohor and Volantis and Lys, never staying long in any one place for 7 long years. Viserys would not allow it. The Usurper's hired knives were close behind us, he insisted, though I felt them die the moment they hit my temporary perimeter ward that I had set the night after reaching the city.
At first the magisters and archons and merchant princes were pleased to welcome the last Targaryens to their homes and tables, but as the years passed and the Usurper continued to sit upon the Iron Throne, doors closed and our lives grew meaner due to Viserys' increasing madness. Years past as we had been forced to sell their last few treasures, and now even the coin we had gotten from Mother's crown had gone. In the alleys and wine sinks of Pentos, they called him "the beggar king" and 2 years ago Magister Illyrio took us in.
[297– Magister Illyrio's Estates; Pentos, Essos]
~~~Third Person POV: Daenerys~~~
They stepped past the eunuch into a pillared courtyard overgrown in pale ivy. Moonlight painted the leaves in shades of bone and silver as the guests drifted among them. Many were Dothraki horselords, big men with red-brown skin, their drooping mustachios bound in metal rings, their black hair oiled and braided and hung with bells. Yet among them moved bravos and sellswords from Pentos and Myr and Tyrosh, a red priest even fatter than Illyrio, hairy men from the Port of Ibben, and lords from the Summer Isles with skin as black as ebony. Daenerys looked at them all in wonder… and realized, with a sudden start of morbid humor, that she was the only woman there.
Illyrio whispered to them. "Those three are Drogo's bloodriders, there," he said. "By the pillar is Khal Moro, with his son Rhogoro. The man with the green beard is brother to the Archon of Tyrosh, and the man behind him is Ser Jorah Mormont."
The last name caught Daenerys. "A knight?"
"No less." Illyrio smiled through his beard. "Anointed with the seven oils by the High Septon himself."
"What is he doing here?" she blurted.
"The Usurper wanted his head," Illyrio told them. "Some trifling affront. He sold some poachers to a Tyroshi slaver instead of giving them to the Night's Watch. Absurd law. A man should be able to do as he likes with his own chattel."
"I shall wish to speak with Ser Jorah before the night is done," her brother said. Dany found herself looking at the knight curiously. He was an older man, past forty and balding, but still strong and fit. Instead of silks and cottons, he wore wool and leather. His tunic was a dark green, embroidered with the likeness of a black bear standing on two legs.
She was still looking at this strange man from the homeland she had never known when Magister Illyrio placed a moist hand on her bare shoulder causing her back to tense. "Over there, sweet princess," he whispered, "there is the khal himself."
Dany wanted to fry the old sot with a lightning bolt, but her brother was looking at her, and if she killed Illyrio she knew she would out herself out as a Sorceress (Sorcerers/Sorceresses was the term for Spellweavers by the common folk). Curiously, she turned and looked at the man Viserys hoped would ask to wed her before the night was done.
The slave girl had not been far wrong, she thought. Khal Drogo was a head taller than the tallest man in the room, yet somehow light on his feet, as graceful as the panther in Illyrio's menagerie. He was younger than she'd thought, no more than thirty. His skin was the color of polished copper, his thick mustachios bound with gold and bronze rings.
"I must go and make my submissions," Magister Illyrio said. "Wait here. I shall bring him to you."
Her brother took her by the arm as Illyrio waddled over to the khal, his fingers squeezing so hard that she fought not to retaliate. "Do you see his braid, sweet sister?"
Drogo's braid was black as midnight and heavy with scented oil, hung with tiny bells that rang softly as he moved. It swung well past his belt, below even his buttocks, the end of it brushing against the back of his thighs.
"You see how long it is?" Viserys said. "When Dothraki are defeated in combat, they cut off their braids in disgrace, so the world will know their shame. Khal Drogo has never lost a fight. He is Aegon the Dragonlord come again, and you will be his queen."
Dany looked at Khal Drogo. His face was hard and cruel, his eyes as cold and dark as onyx but looking deeper his heart and soul cried out for all the lives killed personally or by order. This man is what got her off the fence she now understood.
"I don't want to be his queen," she made herself say in a small, thin voice. "Please, please, Viserys, I don't want to, I want to go home."
"Home!" He kept his voice low, but she could hear the fury in his tone. "How are we to go home, sweet sister? They took our home from us!" He drew her into the shadows, out of sight, his fingers digging into her skin. Daenerys smiled and after freezing time for all but them stood up straight then literally grew to her full adult height of 6' 3" and maturing in other ways as well after ripping her arm from his grasp then choke slams him into the wall using Telekinesis to keep his arms, legs, and torso still.
"I will not be his queen, Viserys." She said in a calm but firm, quiet voice. "BUT don't worry he will have a Targaryen Wife, isn't that right Visenya?"
That statement caused the newly revealed Eldest Living Daughter of King Aerys and Queen Rhaella to pale and widen her eyes.
"Good, now that I have your full undivided; I want to make this clear… I found out about your not being my brother but my sister when you went through your first blood. Visenya, I know you blame me for mother's death but let me explain to you how and why she died… do you want to hear the explanation?"
Visenya taking a few moments to consider the choices before answering Dany's question with her own question while sneering, "After your display in the physical abilities and mystical powers of our ancestors, what will you do to me if I say 'no' to hearing your explanation, Little Sister?"
"I will bind your memories, then physically and mentally de-aging you before placing you into my womb under temporal-stasis until I find a husband of my choose, and finally I and my chosen husband would replace mother and father as your Biological Parents. After you once again reached the age of 21 with the correct level of mental training I will consider releasing the binding on your memories." stated Daenerys in a hard blunt yet melodious voice, however it was the ageless wisdom with a steely look in her baby sister's amethyst eyes caused Visenya to drop her sneer with a stunned look.
With a sigh, Visenya spoke softly, "Dae, I never actually blamed you and you don't have to explain mother's death. While she might of died from complications giving birth to you, her health had slowly been leeched out of her by illness from her previous miscarriages, the grief o the early deaths of our siblings, and her loveless marriage to father. Despite what I spout as Viserys about Father, I think Robert's rebellion was justified, in all honesty it seemed to be to well organized. I think you should still go through with that plan… I want a second chance at having parents even if my baby sister will be my new mother."
Dany using her many centuries as a teacher of young women asks the generic question, "Before I move forward with this procedure… Are. You. Sure. About. This?"
Visenya gave a firm nod.
"Then let us proceed."
Daenerys placed one hand on the temple and one right over the heart and the moment that happened it was like a movie Daenerys saw as Harry Potter in Earth Secondus. Visenya went from young woman to late teen to mid teen to early teen, then from early teen to youn girl and from that to a toddler then finally all that was left was Daenerys glowing womb before it subsided. With a wave of her hand she made a random portal to another world so that she could train this body and mind so that she can use her full power.
{FA 472 – Nírnaeth Arnoediad; 30 years since her Arrival in Arda}
~~~Third Person POV: Daenerys~~~
The forty-three year old shieldmaiden walked through the battlefield after the battle she felt something pulling her to find Írimë. But was asked by Turgon to search for Fingon- her High King as well, when she spotted him and Írimë about a hundred meters away. Rushing towards them as she alerted a nearby Edain to send for Turgon to tell him 'She found the High King' and upon reaching the two she found Írimë alive for now but unconscious.
Before she could examine her king, he spoke up softly, 'Daenerys, I'm too far gone, save Aunt Írimë, please I feel as if it's not her time to die yet… Heal Aunt Írimë, this is my final order as your King.'
Unknown to Daenerys at the time, Turgon was granted a vision of the results of this battle which was why he had sent her in this direction to search knowing that it was time for Her and Írimë to become one. With a resigned sigh, Daenerys put her hand on Írimë and starts the healing weave only instead of healing; the energy, her soul, and her body begins to be absorbed into Írimë. Turgon arrived just in time to see his elder brother in his last moments and watch as their Aunt and the World-Traveler become one in mind, body, and soul as was foretold by Manwe the moment of Írimë's birth in YT 1200.
And so ends the reign of the Reign of Fingon- High King of the Ñoldor; and the thus begins the Reign of Turgon- Lord of Nevrast, King of Gondolin, Lord of the House of the King, High King of the Ñoldor.
{One Week Later – Daenerys' and Írimë's Cottage; Cliff overlooking the City of Gondolin}
Daenerys stirred in her her bed having finished sorting through an additional 2392 years worth of Memories, Knowledge, and Skills from merging her soul with her counterpart's in this world.
'My Heart is gladdened to see you awake, Nésatar,' said the deep, smooth baritone of her nephew, Turgon.
Daenerys turned her head towards her nephew, who was sitting in a chair next to her bed theen toward the doorway where her former surrogate Mother- Luthein was leaning arms crossed against Beren with his arms around her waist.
'You know Lellig, in the three decades that I've raised and known you. I must admit if I hadn't known this would happen, I still wouldn't be surprised with the bad luck you two seemingly have.'
'...Thanks, Luthien. Your comment is really appreciated. Now if you could all give me some privacy I'd like to get dressed… Turgon, we need to talk… I'd like you to stay but turn around and face the door.'
Doing what they were told, the couple left her bedroom to wait in the parlor and her newly acquired nephew turned around. Daenerys pulled off her nightgown after getting out of bed showing off her naked six foot three curvacious frame with her long Platinum hair with one lock of Pitch Black hair (Picture Polgara with Different hair colors).
'The reason I asked you to stay was to tell you I'd like permission to go on a leave of absence.' She stated as she used a switching charm to put on a Sleeveless soft leather jerkin and simple hard leather trousers with black cotton undergarment by replacing the air around her with the chosen clothing.
Upon getting the all clear, Turgon spun the look at his 'reborn' aunt as she belted her twin long-swords on, asking, 'Why?'
'While Írimë and I have fully merged, I need time to retrain my body, my magicks, and get used to my newly given skills and knowledge.'
There was a couple minutes of before…
'How long do you need? And where will you go?'
'Thirty years at least, Eighty at most. as your aware as Daenerys- my strength, speed, agility, and stamina increased slowly but steadily as I aged because of the my unique attributes? Well when our bodies merged my physical abilities took in my increase in age into account. So for where, well during my years as Írimë's apprentice after years of wandering we found a beautiful valley that I can use to retrained everything.'
'I see. Well then, Aunt Dany, there's really nothing I can do to stop you but say I wish you well and I hope to see you as soon as your able to… and now as king to my Court Magus, I give you leave to retrain.'
They both then headed out to the parlor to explain what would be going on, though it seemed to Daenerys that Luthien already knew from the hugs she gave her that she was disappearing for awhile. After packing up the cottage and saying goodbye, she shimmered 15 years into the past a week after her past self left on the plateau in the Valley she chose and after singing her temporary residence from the largest tree; she planned and prepared to build 'Karazhan- the White Tower of Sorcery'. Doing a magical survey he found the valley to his surprise was sitting a major nexus of ley lines with a large ley line going right through the next valley that was the entrance to her own valley. After the magical survey, the first thing she did that wasn't effected by the merging was her Earth Sorceress abilities which were use to ward the Two Valleys to High Heaven tying it directly to the nexus.
The valley that was chosen was an oval shape Valley that was thirty miles in length and twenty miles in width with about ten miles under the Waterfall at the end of the valley being a natural spring feed both underground and said waterfall. Írimë and Daenerys planed on building their tower of learning on a plateau Cliff next to the Waterfall with only two ways of reaching said plateau. Dany had made a tunnel stairwell starting behind the Waterfall hidden by a false wall leading to the plateau with the second way of reaching it besides being brought in by Great Eagles would be scaling down a six thousand foot straight drop.
Before doing any building, Dany decided to spend fifteen years training all aspects of her powers, starting with the ones she had before leaving Earth that Norgannon authorized to be used off Earth Prime in reverse order.
Sitting down at her desk in the tree house, she started writing a training Schedule.
Year 1 to Year 3
Two hours before Dawn to an hour after Dawn- Morning Workout
For an Hour – Breakfast
From the end of Breakfast to Lunchtime – Training Molecular Deceleration
For an Hour – Lunchtime
From the end of Lunchtime to Two Hour before Dusk – Training Energy Waves
For an Hour – Suppertime
For an Hour – Evening Cooldown Workout
Sleep – Five Hours
Year 4 to Year 6
Two hours before Dawn to an hour after Dawn- Morning Workout
For an Hour – Breakfast
From the end of Breakfast to Lunchtime – Training Molecular Acceleration
For an Hour – Lunchtime
From the end of Lunchtime to Two Hour before Dusk – Training Telekinesis
For an Hour – Suppertime
For an Hour – Evening Cooldown Workout
Sleep – Five Hours
Year 7 to Year 9
Two hours before Dawn to an hour after Dawn- Morning Workout
For an Hour – Breakfast
From the end of Breakfast to Lunchtime – Training Molecular Dispersion
For an Hour – Lunchtime
From the end of Lunchtime to Two Hour before Dusk – Training Advanced Telekinesis
For an Hour – Suppertime
For an Hour – Evening Cooldown Workout
Sleep – Five Hours
Year 10 to Year 12
Two hours before Dawn to an hour after Dawn- Morning Workout
For an Hour – Breakfast
From the end of Breakfast to Lunchtime – Training Molecular Combustion
For an Hour – Lunchtime
From the end of Lunchtime to Two Hour before Dusk – Training Conjuration
For an Hour – Suppertime
For an Hour – Evening Cooldown Workout
Sleep – Five Hours
Year 13 to Year 15
Two hours before Dawn to an hour after Dawn- Morning Workout
For an Hour – Breakfast
From the end of Breakfast to Lunchtime – Training Molecular Immobilization
For an Hour – Lunchtime
From the end of Lunchtime to Two Hour before Dusk – Training Conjuration
For an Hour – Suppertime
Sleep – Five Hours
