Okay, since I'm really used to RPing on a forum, the fight's going to be less of a story and more of a script. Because I really want to add this music to it. I appologise in advance, it won't happen again. I promise. To make up for it, I'll try to make this one longer than usual.
Yes, Nightmare will turn up sometime. She really, really hates Ginny and lets not forget, her magic's mental so not even the victim knows, or can prove, it's being done.
Katdemon- You'll find out. I'm saving revealing Vimms species 'till the fight against the Basilisk and Shadow's a monster of my own creation. And the final Scryer sibling is Human, but probably won't
Also, this chapter won't have an Omake. Sorry.
"So you're an Overlord? Hmm. I probably would have guessed, but I was the set of eyes in the back of my hosts head. It gets boring staring at the inside of a turban all day." Tom snatched his sword from his tentacle and readied it. "Although I think some music would help." Without a word, Shadow produced a CD player from nowhere and hit play. Without plugging it in. Liberation (Immediate music) started playing.
"It's been a long time since I've taken a fight seriously." Whispered the Scryer, wings sprouting from his back, growing a tail, fingers becoming clawed, teeth sharpening and skin turning tar black. He lunged at Tom as the song reached 0:36. The music link's at the end.
Tom: *Strikes, blinking when Shadow slides under his feet, taking them out*
Shadow: *Pulls tom to his feet, smashes him in the face with his head and throws him against a wall, full-force* Pathetic. *Dodges as several tentacles are sent at him* severs them and throws his sword at Tom, who dodges.* *Leaves it and runs after the undead guy.*
Tom: *Grins* *A skeletal hand erupts from the ground and grabs his opponents ankle*
Shadow: *Staggers, but rips off the hand nonetheless* *Smashes Tom into a wall. Again.* Let's finish this-
Tom: - Without weapons or magic! *Retracts his tentacles* *Shoulder-rams Shadow, grabs his head and grinds it into the floor*
Shadow: *Gets up* Overlord Shadow Scryer is VERY PISSED OFF! *Headbutts Tom with nearly enough force to crack his skull and leaps to the other end of the room, off the wall and back at Tom*
Tom: *Leaps up at Shadow, grabs him with a few tentacles. The force carries them almost to the ceiling, he maneuvers the two so he's in a standing position while Shadow's over his shoulders, facing up. He begins falling*
Shadow: Oh this is gonna- *CRACK* OW! Backbreaker! Not cool!
Tom: *Slings Shadow off his back and into the ground*
Shadow: *Gets up, stabs both hands at Toms face, is blocked, kicks him in the chest, staggering him. Disappears into darkness* If you can break the rules, then so can I! *Appears behind Tom, grabs his head, pulls it back so his neck's exposed, bites his throat and rips it out*
Shadow let the corpse fall, his spine at an unnatural angle.
"So, he's dead? I mean again?" Asked Draco.
"Just a sec." He snapped his spine back into position and breathed a sigh of relief. "The guy was tougher than I thought. And that wasn't even his body."
"Damn!"
"Damn is correct. But can any of you tell me what magic he can use?"
"Death magic. He's a necromancer." Answered Hermione.
"Correct!"
"So that would mean that his Horcruxes are vital to him for more than one reason?" "I once read about Overlords and Antilords. I never really believed in them, but it said that the more Horcruxes an antilord necromancer has, the stronger he is."
"Actually, it's the same power he'd get from seven hundred zombies. It's an aura of undeath. By being near the undead, his power increases. By having Horcruxes, his power stays that way. In other words, he's literally seven hundred times stronger than he should be. That being said, that wasn't his body and actually being a zombie decreases his strength by half and with all the anti-undead charms this place has… I'd say that was probably his genuine, un-augmented power. And believe me when I say it is literally as annoying as hell." Murmured Vimm, strolling in.
"Why? It can't be that bad."
"Have you beaten up the legions of the damned when you were bored? No? Didn't think so. Have you had to fight an antilord necromancer who pounded the crap out of you when he was surrounded by thousands of living corpses that took hours to destroy due to sheer numbers then gone back to the antilord only to find out that he was too weak to support himself and died under his own body weight? All forty. Kilos?"
"Erm, no."
"Good. Make sure you don't. It's annoying." His guitar reformed into his usual poleblade, which he held above his head before declaring "THIS! IS MY DOOMSTICK!" Before throwing it at the mirror or erised/desire. The mirror shattered and emitted an unearthly scream. "I knew it. Flamell's a necromancer."
"D-don't tell me he's-"
"Don't worry, he's not an antilord. Worry about the fact that the shade was trying to get it. If he had, he would be unstoppable. I shit you not."
"So is there any way he can sti-"
"No. He's need dimension magic for that and that's very, very, very. Rare. Besides, we already know he specializes in Death magic and the dimension pocket in the mirror imploded when it smashed. It's literally not possible to get the stone anymore." With that, he summoned his weapon back to his hand, slung it across his back, moved to stand beside Harry, facing the direction the scarred one wasn't and whispered, "Shadow's the strongest, but I'm the best at accuracy and techniques. I'm sorry." Before spinning behind Harry and delivering a solid chop to the back of his neck. The last thing the Overlord-in-training felt before everything went dark were hands catching him before he hit the ground.
A/N; Hmm. Generally, I'd love to leave it on a cliffhanger, but I truly despise those and I promised I'd make this chapter longer. So, there might be a few SVNFs. And no, I have no plans for the stone in the future. Or any dimension magic.
"How could you tell wha-"
"I could feel your brainwaves. I can only do it if I try and it gets really annoying after a while."
"F-"
"Yes, feel. I feel vibrations in the air and translate them into words. I can't hear. It doesn't come with my species."
"Will you stop cutting me o-"
"Never."
"I thought Draco was the comic relief." Growled Hermione under her breath.
SVNF
A few days later, in the great hall, the conscious Shades were discussing the possibilities for their soul blades based on their personalities and abilities.
"Bet mine's a sword of some kind! Here's hopin' it looks brutal!"
"You're not having mine!" Barked Shadow, leaning away from Draco as he eagerly eyed the overblade.
"It matters not what I have. I will continue to use my fists unless the situation turns dire." Growled Neville.
Vimm shook his head, amazed at how they were casually talking about something no-one was supposed to know about, in a room filled with people who weren't supposed to know about it. Then he felt a voice he hadn't in days, snapped to attention and muttered "Harry's awake." Before taking off at top speed to the hospital wing, followed by the others. On the way though…
"Traitors to the light! Dark wizard scum! Sna-" Vimm grabbed him by the throat, still running, and threw him head-first at a wall. Draco slowed down, stopped, looked at Rons allies, grinned, drew his kendo stick, said "It's been a loooong time. How have you been," in a mechanical voice and proceeded to beat the crap out of them while his friends kept running.
Harry silently breathed a sigh of relief as the old man left. It had been at least ten minutes since the disguised interrogation had begun and he'd had to spin a story of betrayal, hope, courage, love and other things that had been clichéd to death. In other words, he needed a serious Scryer training session to blot out his sudden urge to shoot himself. Hell, even Nightmare would be a welcome distraction. Speaking of the she-devil, he couldn't help but wonder where her siblings wer-
The sound of crashing, a horn blaring and a cat yowling reached his ears.
- That would be them.
"You're late." He observed.
"Sorry, just heard you now."
"So. I want an explanation."
"Explanation?"
"Yes! About my spine! It's still aching!"
"Dumbles already knew what'd happen ta ya if ya touched him and expected for ya to pass out." Explained the dark one. "If the guy gets to cautious, he starts casting memory charms and I really don't want to forget my own species. Vimm'd be fine, but trust me, having the memory suppressors removed hurts!"
"I see. So about the reaction, what actually caused it?"
…
"Purple being unable to touch me and vice-versa?"
"Overlords and antilords are complete opposites. Quirrel on his own had antilord potential, coupled with Toms unnatural balance, his Overlord was half as strong as the combined antilord. Add your overlord and the two are perfectly balanced. The ultimate oxymoron, it can't sustain itself and breaks down. Think of it as two opposing forces. The combined antilord was stronger than the overlord so it was suppressed, leaving the antilord dominant. If your overlord potential was thrown into the equation, they're at equal strength and begin fighting for control, metaphorically speaking. They break down the hosts connection to his body and, well, kill him."
"Don't you ever get tired of hearing yourself talk?"
"Can't hear so no."
"But it still doesn't-" Vimm sighed.
"Toms impossible balance got thrown out of whack when mixed with his host and the host of his horcrux, happy?"
"I am now."
"So that means," observed Blaise, "that if that link is destroyed, he won't react in any way, shape or form on contact?"
"Not really. If the shade was possessing someone with antilord abilities then yes, but other than that, no. Not a hope in hell."
Shadow sighed, looked at the writer and roared "WILL YOU FUCKING GET ON WITH IT?" Then turned back to the conversation.
"We'll meet you at the great hall when you're ready." They made to leave, and ran into Draco. "Where've you been?" Draco just shrugged.
"Here and there. Beat up Griffondors, quoted GLaDOS, made a note to get a new kendo stick," he spared it a glance, as did the other shades, wincing when they saw several dents in it, one of which looked suspiciously like the scalp of Dean Thomas.
"But that- I don't- How did-" stammered Shadow, staring at it. "Seriously! It's made of wood! How can it bend like that and not break?"
"Dunno."
SVNF
"-And in first place Slytherin!" Announced the brain-dead old man, who was surprised when most of the groans came from the Gryffindor table. He'd thought everyone hated the snakes and would join his favorite house in, well, groaning. "However! There are a few changes that need to be made!" He called, moving around the staff table to stand in front of it, believing this would help him to show just how 'magnificent' he believed himself to be.
Professors McGonagall, Flitwick and Snape looked at each other guiltily. And now, a flashback is needed to understand.
FLASHBACK;
"What did he do this time?" Severus sighed. The headmaster had frequently been throwing tantrums ever since the sorting, constantly complaining that Harry was supposed to be in the house of Lions and Light not Snakes and Darkness and had shown his feelings through increasingly dangerous acts.
"He burnt down the greenhouses." Okay, that one was going to far.
"That's going too far." I just said that damnit. "We need… a memory charm. And some custom memories. And professor Flitwick."
"Flitwick said the same thing."
"Good. When the old fart isn't looking, he'll get three stunners in the back."
"But won't that kill him?"
"It might, but since when did you care?" He looked up at the sound of a certain bird call. "Or anyone for that matter."
"It's never a good sign when your own familiar doesn't care. Right! False memories for Potter & co's house sorting. I'll be back."
END FLASHBACK;
"First! To mister Draco Malfoy," the occupants of the hall looked at him as if he'd just proclaimed he represented the lollypop guild while moon walking on a giant floating phoenix piñata dressed as a giant penguin. Which he probably would've done given the chance. "For putting the safety of his friends before his pride! Second!" He called over the non-existent applause, To mister Neville Longbottom!"
"Dude, you should really get that name changed." The responding glare forced Draco raise his bent stick, along with a butter knife and his plate in defense. He may have been the most brutal fighter after Shadow, but Neville was by far the hardest hitter. I did mention he landed Slytherins two resident thugs in comas did I not?
"For finding the quickest and easiest way around a puzzle which no-one else, not even he, could understand. Third, to Miss Hermione Granger!"
"He forgot me." Murmured Blaise.
"Sky voodoo!" Several dozen students just stared.
"For cool logic in the face of fire! Fourth to mister Harry Potter, for risking his life to do the right thing!"
"Does he even check what he's saying, or did he rehearse this?"
"Long before now mate." Sighed Shadow.
"And finally to mister Shadow Scryer! For risking his life to save those of others!"
"Wow. Cheesy much? Hey Vimm, regurgitate that mouse so we can make a bad pun." The albino in question just flipped him the finger.
"I award one hundred and fifty points," he paused for dramatic effect, "apiece. That being said, I'm also deducting fifty points from mister Vimm Scryer because he BROKE MY FRIKIN' MIRROR! But now, and I am so sorry Slytherins, it seems we are in need of new decoration!" He paused, looking hopefully at the green and silver, his smile slowly disintegrated as he turned to look at the house hourglasses to see emeralds in the one that represented Slytherin still rising. He turned as white as Vimm, screamed like a little girl (No offence to any actual girls) and fainted. There was silence for a few moments. Before most of the hall erupted into cheers for the Slytherins. Vimm fingered the weapon across his back, unslung it, walked over to Dumbledore, kicked him out of the way, faced the students, had his weapon melt into the form of an electric guitar and raised his hand.
"What's he-"
"Shut up," hissed Shadow, "just listen."
Vimm paused in that position for a few seconds, noticing all eyes were on him, grinned and struck a cord, followed by the masterpiece which was known as Canon rock.
"But he- I don't- isn't his weapon a glaive?" stammered Draco, staring at Vimm in disbelief.
"What did I say about only the wielder of a soulblade knowing how to use it?"
"This is completely different!"
"Yes it is." Acknowledged Shadow, turning back to his brother, "Yes it is." He said quietly. After it had finished, he was given a standing ovation by the students, a confused look by Snape and a curse by the recently revived Dumbledore for stealing the stage. He dodged it and whacked the old man in the head with his guitar, knocking him out again, but the hall was too busy cheering, or sulking in the case of half the lions table, to notice. Or care for that matter.
SVNF
Later, on the train, they were sitting down, waiting for it to depart. Harry had thought of a way to remove Voldemorts soul fragment and was desperately thinking of an alternative since it involved his worst fear, Blaise was playing chess with Neville and Hermione (Yes, it was three-way chess. Hermione's and Vimms creation. It worked better with four,) and Draco was trying to hammer his kendo stick back into shape with limited success.
"So, where are they?" asked Harry.
"Swimming across the lake with the Weasley twins." Replied Draco, not looking up from what he was doing. There was a howl and the giant squid landed beside the train, nearly knocking it off the tracks, its eye right outside their window. "And that would be them." He looked up., then back to his friends. "Is there really a kraken outside our window?" They nodded and he dropped his weapon. "Screw this, I need some butterbeer and a firewhisky."
The ride back was uneventful. As in, Draco got frustrated and nearly threw his kendo stick out the window, Vimm thrashed everyone in four-way chess fourty seven times, Harry bought the entire snack cart because his friends didn't have anything and Shadow slept the whole way.
SVNF
"Now you listen here boy." Sneered Vernon, holding Harry by the neck against the cupboard, "there will be no funny business in my house, or so help me, they'll never find all the pieces! I don't know what you learned at that freak school, but come hell or high water, I will beat it out of you!" Um, let's skip the next scene. Seriously, the brothers had something planned for the summer holidays and were not happy when they saw what was going on, but still left it at broken bones, nothing more. The obviously unprovoked assault on the Dursleys was completely forgotten after half an hour with no leads.
"Right!" Barked Shadow, "We've gathered you all here because we think that you can unlock your soulblades earlier than we expected!"
"I thought that." Corrected Vimm.
"Earlier than he expected!" Barked his brother. "As such-"
"Let me handle this. You're starting to act like a sergeant again. Anyway, we nutted out a few trials for you. In the environments you'll have most trouble. I think that if you survive, you might get your soulblades. I happens in random situations. I got mine when I was in serious need of a weapon, my White Wyvern formed in my hands, I killed a troll and threw it at his tamer. Might not come out in a dire situation for you, but it could, I don't know. Right! We're taking you to our home world for this. It's got the harshest environments I can think of. Draco, you have to survive the frozen wastelands, Neville, the wetlands, watch out for Sarlac slugs. Blaise, you'll be in the mountains. I know you can use electricity, but that doesn't mean you can use it to get anywhere. Hermione, you'll survive the volcanic wastelands. Make use of your speed."
"Wait wait wait wait. Shouldn't I go there?"
"What did I just say? Anyway, you'll have to survive the desert."
"Easy. Move only at night."
"With Nightmare hunting you."
"WOAH! Okay, change of plans."
"Wait," said Hermione, picking up on something, "did you say homeworld?"
"Yes. You see-"
"We didn't start off our lives in the spiritual plain, ya know? We just took the jobs 'cause we screwed up big time and it was the only way we wouldn't get tortured for all eternity. By succeeding, we save ourselves too. And you have no idea how good it is to be alive again! But we can't have ya knowing how ta get there, so-" each of the shades was hit in the back of the neck by Vimm, "There ya have it."
SVNF
Harry groaned and sat up, taking in the surrounding landscape. For the most part, it was sand. Nothing but sand. And a few rocks. And a palm tree he was sitting under. And a note attached to the tree. Wait, what? He ripped it off and read it.
Harry, you're probably wondering why you were just dumped here. Don't worry, it wasn't only you, the rest of the shades are probably only just waking up now as well. The only things you have to do, are survive and make it back alone. Three species live in the desert. Grey orcs, green orcs and giant insects. Avoid the last two at all costs and just be glad I convinced Shadow to leave you in the shade. He thought it would be funny just to watch you roast.
"Son of a," he growled, "Okay, think. If I can find these grey orcs, they might tell me how to get back to civilization." He looked around. "But WHERE ARE THEY?" He sighed and began trudging, encasing himself in ice that moved as he did. Then began running, remembering that Nightmare was after him.
SVNF
Hey Draco! Sorry about this mate, but we can't let ya have an unfair advantage.
"But you could've told me that I'd be FREEZING MY ARSE OFF!" He roared, stuck in a blizzard.
And you're probably complaining 'bout freezing your arse off. If ya get lucky, ya could run into the blue orcs or my people. Don't worry, they're not all as insane as I am and the blues are surprising cool and collected for orcs. Wait. I just wrote that didn't I? Ah well, all ya need ta do is get ta civilization in one piece. See ya!
"His people? I wonder what they look like." He mused, setting himself on fire.
SVNF
Hello Neville. I have never met you, but I can still try to help you. If you hear something… strange, in an area, move the other way. Sarlac slugs actually actively erupt from the ground to attack their prey rather than waiting for them to fall in. They camouflage themselves by appearing to grow trees. If you actively look for them, they are easy to notice, but they are also few in number and are hunted by trolls.
"Trolls? That is unusual."
They are not the trolls you know. They are tall, lanky and form small tribes. It is still a good idea to avoid them though. All you have to do is make it back to the city alive.
-Fsoi Scryer
SVNF
Hermione pelted away from oncoming lave, thanking whoever was listening that she was able to scan the letter quickly.
Hiya! I'm Nightmare Scryer! My big brothers wanted me to tell ya to get back safe and sound, so try making friends with the red orcs and my harpy family! Have fun!
She was way too cheerful.
SVNF
Blaise stared at the note, rubbed his eyes and stared again. No, he saw correctly. Shortest note ever.
Get back. Avoid dwarves, elves and rock golems.
-Honji Tsu
"You have got to be kidding me," he muttered as he looked for a way down.
A/N: Yeah, I know the Portal 2 trailer wasn't around back then, but it's been modernized for my convenience and familiarly. I don't have to spend time researching exactly what they had back then. I'm lazy like that. Fsoi sounds like Soy. As you might have guessed, my OCs aren't biological siblings. Honji Tsu is Shadows girlfriend and this is her biggest part in the story. I have plans not to have plans for her.
Liberation- .com/watch?v=Q2p_X1g-z5w
Canon Rock- .com/watch?v=j2fZLh8XSnY&feature=related
Preview
Draco dodged and launched another blast of fire, hitting the (Bipedal, twenty foot tall) insect in the face, once again only annoying it. The monster followed up by grabbing him with two of its hands, bringing it up to head height and hissing. Draco gagged.
"Oh I think I'm gonna be sick. Ever heard of breath freshener? Well neither have I 'till recently but that's no excuse!" It slammed him against the cliff face and began crushing him. "Ow… Oooh I think my spine just snapped! This really, really hurts!" It emitted a deep croaking/clicking sound that could only be one thing. Laughter. Draco saw red. He could tolerate being chewed out, cut, forced through a Scryer training session, hell! He'd even been able to tolerate Ron's gang for a time, but he would not stand for being laughed at! "Okay. You've beaten the crap outta me. Is throwing me through a glacier not enough for you?" He roared in fury, a metal weapon forming in his hand and emitting a flaming explosion powerful enough to stagger the insect, forcing it to drop him.
"My name," he growled, getting to his feet, "Is Draco Malfoy. And THIS!" He roared, raising his weapon, "is MY Boomstick!"
