Title: The Wolf Child.
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Thoughts, "Normal speech", Creature speech.
Chapter Four.
Dark-Flame had retired for the night in a small cave under the trees of the forbidden forest; his pack was around the both of them, happily snuggled in the warmth of their companionship. It was a good thing they were all together, because they were more protected that way. The sky above was cloudless and the new moon could be seen hanging in the starry veil.
A figure was making its way through the forest, one most didn't know about, but the group knew well who she was. The lithe white form was a certain giveaway. The leopard and wolf hybrid was headed for the small pack; it was time for the gathering of all the creatures of the forest and beyond. Lowering her large form in the tunnel, she looked fondly upon the forms bundled in the dark.
It is time. The white female murmured in a melodic voice.
Ears twitched all around as the words registered in the young creatures' minds. The only black lepran raised his head to look at the contrasting guardian.
By your leave, I shall call the council. He replied as if he had been awake when she entered.
The white lepran nodded in answer and they tiptoed out of the den, not wanting to wake the obviously slumbering leprans. The two forms walked out, leaving the warm cave for the colder outside. They emerged at the edge of the forest, facing the plains before the school; they looked on for a moment at the stars reflected in the lake. They seemed mesmerized by the view for a second, but they had work to do.
They would have chosen another place to call the council, but there wasn't another place in the forest that met the requirements. There had to be a lake connected to the sea by underground streams and there had to be enough space for everyone and there had to be enough magical energy in the air. It eliminated a lot of places where they could have met. Even if they were uncomfortably close to humans, it would have to do for the night.
With matching strides, the two lepran made their way through the high grass, towards the edge of the lake. Gingerly, the black lepran took a step in the water so he was half in it and half on the shore. Raising his head to the moon, his green eyes locked with it. Opening his maw, a long melodious roar resounded. It had the haunting tones of the wolf, but the harshness of a feline's call. As the lepren's champion, it was his duty to call the council as was tradition.
It was demanding and yet soft, he needed not to make it too loud, the magic of this night would carry it over to those ears who needed to hear and would not be heard by those unworthy. It was the council of the magical creatures, where the decisions were made. There hadn't been one in at least fifty years. But here he was now, calling the council of myths.
Slowly, creatures of many shapes and sizes came into the plains of Hogwarts. An ambassador of each specie, even humans or dementors. The human that had been chosen for the task was a young woman, no older than her twenties. She looked regal and truly magical. Her long black hair cascaded to the small of her back, robes hastily put to cover her body.
Finally, after hours of wait, they were all there. Werewolf, basilick (ambassador to all snakes), high elf, house elf, merpeople, dementor, vampire, unicorn, dragon, phoenix, thunderbird, nymph, shadow leopard (representative of all magical felines), lepran and many more. The harmful magics some had were nullified for this occasion.
To get everyone's attention, the thunderbird, a large steel grey and black creature let out a small bout of thunder, it worked well and soon every creature present was looking at the lepran who had called them.
I have called you all on this night because we have matters of importance to talk about. Dark-Flame called to all. We have a stand to choose in the coming war, this time, neutrality is not an option.
Some protests were heard from some usually neutral creatures, but one glare from him made them quiet down. They had survived a long time without having a need to take a side in a human war. Why should they need to this time? What was different? A question amongst the loudest came from a beautiful woman, she had pointed ears and long blond hair that reached near her knees. Her skin was luminescent and her eyes a deep blue. She wore a long black dress.
What makes this time so special that we cannot afford neutrality?She asked.
I have not finished Elara of the elves. That question will be addressed when I am finished. He said to a blond haired woman. The mighty one is on the move again, but this time he will not tolerate that some of you go against his direct orders like the last time there was a human war.
As that last sentence rang through the air, all eyes turned to the ambassadors of the werewolves, the vampires and the dementors. It was a reprimand for their siding with a mortal over their rightful master.
We only acted for the good of our people. The dementor said in a scratchy nails on a blackboard type of voice interrupting what Dark-Flame had to say.
I doubt he would agree with you. Was the reply from the unicorn.
To stop the conflict before it could start, the guardian sent out a wave of crackling magic to them, making their attention all go to her. It was like a poke in the ribs of a tap on the shoulder although for some it was more forceful.
Starfight is right, he has not appreciated. She said as the messenger she was. Every one here only has one true master; they should remind themselves of that fact.
It was meant to put the wayward council members in their place and it succeeded.
What are his orders? A small blue fox asked.
We are to fight against those who stand in the way of the changes he wants to bring. We are to subdue those who are marked by evil and rescue those in need of rescuing. The white lepran said. Innocents are not to be touched.
A murmur swept through the ranks of every creature present at the council. Some normally were more darkly inclined as it was their nature and fed literally on innocence, the Warsong dragon from France, they fed on the innocence of innocent people in bad situations, but this time it was not to be so.
His plans are much more forceful than last we saw him. The guardian continued again.
What are his plans? The werewolf, one young brown and grey haired amber eyed Remus Lupin asked.
I know not the details, but he will eliminate the threat. She replied with a shark's grin.
A roar went through the people, but the two lepren stood their ground. Most didn't want to be involved in a human war, saying it was not their problem, the human ambassador begged to differ, once Voldemort was done, he would eliminate the magical creatures. The night would be long, very long.
…………SEPERATION LINES…………
Somewhere else, also in the middle of the night, in a small village called Little Angleton, someone woke with a taste of dread in his mouth. The man looked to be around fourthy, if not a little older. He had dull brown hair streaked with grey and glowing yellow eyes. This person was not in a good mood, the feeling was there in the pit of his stomach, something bad for his side had happened. He could just feel it. The man was one who had betrayed his own kind to go to the darker scale.
He used to be one of those creatures he now worked against. He had been a lepran a while back, a born one. One born to two chosen ones. He was the disappointment of his parents because he had decided to deny his heritage. To him the whole lepran society was hypocrite, but only the born one often could not understand how it worked. The eldest always made the decisions together in a council with a young alpha as the leader (to project a certain image, protect and lead the pack if the need arose, elders could not fight as well).
The alpha was chosen amongst the ones that were turned lepren. Occasionally one would be chosen as a born one, but it was generally believed that born lepren were less balanced than chosen ones. The Guardian chose only the purest after all. He was the only one in a few generations, in fact he was the first one since the revolt of the born lepren to be that scornful and hate filled. His parents were kind creatures, with never a word higher than another. It was surprising he could have turned so bad.
But he had, and when he was banished, he had tried to kill the youngest member of his pack, a small 3 years old turned lepran. The age of a lepran could be seen on one's fur. The youngest had less spots and markings while the oldest had a full leopard coat. The age being counted as when they were turned or born and not their actual human age, although an average age can be given, which is the lepran age added to the age the lepran has been turned at.
He himself would have been a 65 years old lepran had his powers not been locked. He was effectively just a wizard now. Revenge filled his heart and he went to the only person he thought was powerful enough to free him, Voldemort, but the guardian's handiwork could not come so easily undone. He had pledged his life to the dark lord and had thus been completely cut off from the lepren (who would have given him a second chance if he had repented and had come back). His name was Sleekpaw, although he was not allowed to use it now.
He now went by the name of Alexander Scabior, an ally to Fenrir Greyback, he took a malicious pleasure in torturing people and prisoners. He had to warn Grey back, after all, he must have felt something too; he was part wolf after all. The Thin man pushed the sheets away from himself, Scars showing on his sickly pale body. Fortunately, he was wearing something else than his Adam suit. That would have been nasty to the onlooker. He tugged a well worn robe from the chair next to his bed and shrugged it on. He went barefoot.
Opening the door to his bare room to a dark stone passageway deep in Voldemort's dungeons, he strode out in a familiar animal grace. Any creature that had better than human balance had it. It was one of the only things he had retained from his lepran form. That and he had sharp teeth. Moving on, he walked down the hallway towards the deeper part of the dungeons on the edge of the prisoners' quarters. He could hear some death eaters having their fun from afar. He smirked and relished their screams, the fact that his magic had been taken away from him nearly completely and the dark arts he had used had driven him insane.
Rapping on a door to his left, he did not wait to be told to enter.
''Greyback, get your butt out of bed, I need to talk to you.'' The bound lepran said.
A grumble came from the bed at the center of the half destroyed room. A gangly child was handcuffed to the head of the bed on the floor, numerous bite marks could be seen, and at least the poor child wore clothes. A head of grey poked from under the covers and similar yellow eyes returned the glare.
''It could not wait till morning?'' The werewolf asked.
''No.'' Was the sharp reply from the betrayer.
The brown haired man turned and left the other to his own devices thrusting the other to be able to follow his trail easily. He went up some stairs towards the kitchen of the manor, he was slightly hungry as well as disturbed from the feeling he perceived. The magic in the air was changing, and for the worse for them. Soon, he heard the swish of clothes on the other side of the kitchen door and waited for the werewolf to enter.
''All right, what was so important that you had to wake me in the middle of the night?'' the werewolf asked gruffly.
''He's on the move again.'' Was the somber reply.
''Tell me more.''
……….Some more separation lines………
Back to the council, several hours later, dawn had risen again and they were about to leave. They all looked somewhat exhausted, having talked all night as they had done. The white guardian was with the younger lepran off to one side, talking in whispers to each other. A young looking woman approached, she had a very graceful body, a light green skin and deep sea green hair. Her eyes were of a gem like blue without pupils. You could see faint scales on her skin. What little she wore was delicate and made out of small blue green thread, her own hair most likely.
Milady. She said to the large white lepran.
Shauna, how are the nymphs doing? The guardian asked in reply.
We lost a few to that madman. She said in a sad melodic voice. But it is not what I wanted to ask. Have you heard of 'The Prophecy'?
Indeed, what of it? She replied.
I think it applies to our young friend. The nymph said motioning discreetly to Dark-Flame.
Said lepran had not paid attention to the two talking females, he was observing the interesting discussion between the vampire and dragon representatives. The topic was weird, but both were females after all. That type of conversation was always confusing for a male like him. The council had been made half out of males of their own specie and the other half were females, of the other half of the species present.
Interesting, it does fit in a way. The guardian replied.
Shall we tell him? The green haired female asked.
No, it would only hinder his decisions. The white lepran disagreed.
The other female nodded and turned to look at the black lepran. He was walking away towards a fight that had broken out between a dementor and a unicorn; they seemed to disagree on something or another. The young champion had seen the argument degenerate between the two; he had then sighed and went to break the two off. Such was often his job in the council; assure the survival of all present. They probably would have all killed each other in the councils if it wasn't for that time's chosen moderator.
Knock it off you two. He called to both as he approached.
He mentally blew them a raspberry as they reluctantly broke off and went in opposite directions. The dark lepran observed as the sun rose and the creatures departed. Twenty feet away, the two still hadn't moved. They knew what the prophecy given by one of the elves said and now they had an inkling of what it meant as well.
He shall stand on the shore of destruction. Champion of the chosen and son of the wolf. With the lords and ladies, he shall bring peace to a war torn world and he shall lead in HIS stead until HIS return. Those against his banner shall have an unfortunate fate befall them. Marked by death, as dark as the night and yet with a heart of light. He shall come, the chosen one. The nymph whispered only loud enough for the white lepran next to her to hear.
It could have been many, a werewolf, a shape-shifter, any with an ounce of wolf blood, but it had to be him… The lepran sighed.
Meanwhile, Dark-Flame had started to make his way back to them and saw their somber mood. He stopped his approach and decided to leave them be for the moment. Without further ado, he disappeared into a whirlwind of magic. Probably going back to his loved ones. The two were soon left alone in the empty fields of Hogwarts. They nodded to each other good bye and the nymph disappeared into a cloud of leaves before getting transported by the wind over the forbidden forest where she disappeared. The guardian went on her way at a more sedated pace, she had things to plan.
Author's note:
The name Scabior is taken from wikipedia as being a death eater on a raid in deathly hallows (which I never read) with Fenrir Greyback where Harry and co was captured. I don't know how he looks so I played with it, and since no first name was given, I gave him one. I have been told of typos and errors in what I write, and frankly, I need a beta, if someone is interested, just leave a message and I will give you an email about it.
2007/09/27