Fifth King Lost Queen
By Pinion King
Disclaimer: The words of Harry Potter and Narnia do not belong to me and I am only using them for your entertainment.
Chapter 7
There was no doubt in Harry's mind that flying was his favourite thing, except maybe making love to his wife, now that was fun. He was glad his animagus form was a hawk; it allowed him a chance to fly when ever he wanted to. He lazily glided over the lands of Narnia, riding the currents of the wind. From up here the lands of Narnia looked beautiful. The oceans sparkled and reflected the magnificent mixture of yellows and reds from the setting sun. There were green plains, the forests emitting all sorts of sounds and showing an endless array of colours, the waterfalls and rivers that snaked their ways from the land, were the perfect sight, and the snow. Harry did a double take.
'Snow? It's summer.'
He tucked his wings in and dove straight down top where the snow started on the edge of the forest. Just before he hit the ground, he pulled out his wings and with a few flaps he slowed him momentum and changed back into human form, dropping the last meter to the ground and landing in a crouch. He crept forward, and out of the cover of the forest. He could feel something weird pulsating in the air, he reached out with is magic, his magic responded. Wards, powerful wards, but the signature was weird, it was all scrambled and he couldn't make it out. Another push of his magic and he found out what the wards were, this was getting weirder. Normally a ward had one purpose. For an anti-portkey ward and an anit-apparation ward you needed two wards, one for the portkey, and one for the apparation. This was one ward doing many things, but the major feature was it kept anything from getting in without clearance. It was also hiding something. He noted that there were alerts on the wards; obviously the creator thought no one would break them. Harry smiled; breaking wards was one of his specialities.
It was still too light and there was no cover to keep hidden. He shrunk back into the shadows of the forest and changed back into his hawk form. He took off and flew low through the trees. He landed after a few minutes and changed back into himself. He was much deeper into the forest now so he decided he should be safe enough. He pulled his trunk out of his pocket and enlarged it. He activated the fidelis charm on it and stepped inside. Pulling the lid closed he descended into the depths of the trunk. The fidelis and wards on the trunk were modified versions. They were tied to Harry's magic and he could turn them on or off, his wife had come up with the idea.
Harry switched on the lights and walked into what looked like and everyday muggle kitchen. Everything in the kitchen was muggle. She had grown up around a scientific environment as her parents were scientists, Harry forgot all the fancy names, but she had found a way to run everyday muggle appliances off magic. Harry couldn't be bothered cooking, so he turned the oven on and pulled a frozen lasagne. He smiled, she was always prepared and thought ahead, and her cooking was to die for. It beat the food that Molly Weasley used to cook hands down.
An hour later he was sitting on the couch listening to some gentle music. He looked out the charmed window. It was dark outside, he had no clue what the time was, as he didn't know the time in Narnia, or even if they had clocks to tell the time. He looked at his watch; it was still useful to tell him how much time had passed. Another hour passed and he decided that it was time to get moving. He climbed out of his trunk, deactivated the wards, shrunk it and slipped it into his pocket before he changed into a hawk and took off towards the ward boundaries.
When he reached them he changed back and got to work. He could probably blast himself a hole and walk through, but that would only make a lot of noise alerting who ever it was inside these wards to what he was doing, not to mention it would also drain him of his magic, which would either kill him or leave him in a magical coma. He began the process that he knew would take a few weeks. Using his magic he began to weaken part of the ward big enough to walk through.
"Just one more little push" Harry said as he gave another push of his magic and the hole he was creating opened up. Harry dropped to his knees. He had been working on this one patch for the past two weeks. Every night he would come out of hiding and work on weakening the wards. Before the sun rose, he would stumble back into his trunk exhausted.
Harry took a few deep breaths and stepped thought. What he saw made his jaw drop. The wards were hiding something; it was like a whole other world. There were tents everywhere, creatures of all sorts walking around, and he could hear the clang of something hitting metal. To top it off was a large castle at the head of the tents. The castle looked exactly like the one that Ed had described the White Witches castle. Curiosity getting the better of him he cast a modified disillusion charm that made him completely invisible, covered himself with silencing charms, a scent masking charm, and finally a charm that hid his magic. This was another his wife had developed with her scientific knowledge, it hid his magical signature and stopped the magic that flowed around him from showing. No matt what spell was cast on him, he would seem completely non-magical, a muggle.
He began to work his way through the maze of tents. His first stop was the tents where the steel clanging sounds were originating from. It took him ten minutes and a couple of close calls to get there. He could see the glow of a fire through the canvas of the tent. Sneaking around to the front he pulled back the flap slightly. The tent was littered with weapons and armour. The clanging was coming from the swords that were being hit into shape.
'These guys are preparing for war, and I only need once guess to know who it is against, Narnia.'
He looked up at the sky, dawn was creeping in. his interest was too high now, so he decided to keep on going. By the time he reached the castle the sun had fully risen. He walked straight through the gates, which were unguarded, and into the courtyard. When he entered the courtyard he slowed. Wolves were patrolling the area. He snuck forward, and just as he was about to enter the castle, something caught the corner of his eye, three stone statues. He moved closer to them to get a better look. When he saw what the statues were of he paled, the Beavers and the Faun Lucy met when she first came to Narnia, Harry couldn't remember his name. He quickly shrunk the statues, put an unbreakable charm on them, and slipped them into his pocket. He turned back and stepped through the doors, and into the castle. The first thing he felt was a blast of magic, the castle reminded him of Hogwarts, it was humming with magic.
'Something powerful lives here' he thought to himself.
His first destination was the dungeons to see if any other Narnians had been captured. The stairs that led down to the dungeons were easy enough to find. A simple touch of Legimancy on the asleep human guard gave him a map of the castle. When he arrived at the dungeons, he let out a sigh of relief; there was no one down there. He went back up the way he came and decided that the Great Hall would be the next stop. He moved quickly and silently through the halls. He reached the Great Hall where the doors were open. He poked his head in, nothing. He left and moved towards the throne room. As he approached the closed doors, he could feel the increase of magic. He got to the doors and pressed his ear to them, he could hear some muffled voices. One was giving some sort of speech or order, that voice was interrupted by another voice shouting something. Harry's eyes widened as he felt the magic of a certain curse flare to life. Harry could hear screaming associated with that curse. A slight push of his magic, and he was able to read the magical signature. He paled; he knew that signature all too well.
He jumped back from the doors as the opened. The sight that greeted his eyes was a huge army, with three figures standing on a podium at the head of it, on the podium stood three figures. The White Witch, Miraz, once king of the Telmarines, and Harry's enemy, Voldemort. To make matters worse, everyone was looking at him. He looked down at himself, he was no longer invisible, how the charm had failed he didn't know.
"Hello Harry." Voldemort hissed.
"Oh bugger" was all Harry was capable of saying.
"I did say hello Harry. Don't you think it is rather rude not to say hello back?"
Harry regained his composure. "Why hello Tom, fancy finding you're here, and I must admit you look rather pale. Perhaps a bit of sunshine would be nice."
After his battle with Tom at the end of his fifth year at Hogwarts, he made sure that when ever the two met, Harry would toy with, insult or stir up the Dark Lord. It was his favourite tactic against Tom. He had done a bit of research into the Dark Arts. While you needed negative emotions to help power the spells, you also needed to be in control, else the spells wouldn't be as strong or effective, Getting Tom angry made him loose control, making him much easier to deal with.
"You beat me with a lucky shot Potter; we both know that I am the strongest wizard alive." Voldemort snarled.
"Yeah, yeah. I have heard it all before, we both know that I defeated your fair and square. Oh and you're technically not alive." Harry replied grinning.
Apparently the only comeback that Voldemort could think of what "Avada Kedavra!" he hissed.
Harry didn't bother to move; the curse was well off target and sailed over his head."
"My, my, Tommy, clearly death hasn't helped your duelling skills."
Volleys of curses were launched at Harry. Harry either dodged, or summoned objects to block the curses. Harry could see the White Witch and Miraz watching with interest, as the short tempered Dark Lord fired curse after curse, and not succeeding at all in hitting Harry.
"Well I really would like to stay and chat, but the day is young, I have much to do, and I really must be going."
With a smile and a two fingered mock salute, Harry disappeared with a soft pop.
"What are you waiting for? GET HIM!" Voldemort shouted to his Death Eaters.
Harry appeared with a pop on the edge of the wards where he had made his hole to get in. Something he had learnt at Hogwarts by accident was that, while ward could stop you from getting in or out, they could not stop you from doing what you wanted inside of them. He had learnt this at Hogwarts when he was stuck in Dumbledore's office listening to the man trying to get back in Harry's good books, not that Harry was listening to a single word. Harry was hungry and wished he was down in the kitchen. To his surprise he felt the sensation of apparating and appeared in the kitchens. It took him a few more goes to perfect it. The look of shock on the old goats face when ever he did it, he wished he had a camera.
Harry pushed out with his magic to find the hole in the wards, he couldn't find it. The hole was gone, the wards seemed stronger. He heard some shouts behind him, he looked over his shoulder to see some Death Eaters and a few other creatures running through the tents. Seeing no other way he began to build up as much magic as he could spare. He let out a blast of pure magic at the wards, they weakened and a few cracks appeared, but not enough to get out.
He fell to his knees, exhausted. He had two options. Get caught and die a painful death, or try something he had tried once before that was less painful and nearly killed him. That was to try and use the magic that existed all around him. He could use that for a second punch at the wards. The first and only time he had tried this, he had nearly killed himself by over filling his magical core. He found out later that it was not a good idea to fill your magical core with the magic, and that it was much wiser to manipulate the magic.
He looked over his shoulder again, just enough time. He took a few deep breaths, closed his eyes, and centred himself. As he began to glow white, the air around him shimmered. He began to manipulate the magic around him. He drew just enough into his core to keep him from passing out, his core needed to recover naturally, before his unleased the magic around him, directing it towards the weakened section of the wards. There was an explosion of sound, a rush or wind, and a flash of light. It was like a bomb had gone off.
Harry opened his eyes; they were glowing green as the raw magic still shimmered around him. He stepped forward; a hole was now in the wards, big enough to walk through. He looked over his should once again; his pursuers had stopped in shock. He stepped through and took off running. By now his eyes had returned to normal, and the air no longer shimmered. He checked his magic levels.
"Bugger, not enough to apparate, or transform. Looks like I am going by foot." He muttered to himself.
Harry had been running for about thirty minutes. He guessed he had covered at least ten kilometres. He was lucky he had done a lot of fitness training during the war. He had an unspeakable that went by the name 'Shadow' to thank for that. He arrived at the river his had seen when he was flying; he stopped, dropped to his knees, and took a quick drink of the cold, fresh water. He turned as he heard the breaking of a few branches. He could see a Death Eater on a broom, a white tiger, and someone on a horse. He wasn't a very good swimmer, so he checked his magic.
'Enough to apparate to the other side' he thought.
Without a second thought, he disappeared, and then re-appeared on the other side of the river, he once again took off running. It wasn't long before he could see a lone figure standing a few hundred meters in front of him. They were armed with a bow and arrow, and that said arrow was aimed at him. As he got a little closer, thanks to corrective laser surgery and a sight enhancement ritual, he could see the colour of the arrows tail, red. Only one person used red tailed arrows.
"Susan! Not me, them!" he called out while motioning behind him to his pursuers.
"Harry?" Susan looked stunned.
"SHOOT THEM!"
Susan looked away from him and towards the now visible pursuers. Three seconds later, all three were dead arrows thought their hearts. Harry was running towards Susan, but still looking over his shoulder.
"HARRY! LOOK OUT!"
He looked towards Susan, by the time he saw it, it was too late. Harry ran into the tree in front of him, and was greeted with darkness.
A/N There we go, chapter 7. For all those who are desperate to know, you will find out whom Harry's mystery blonde haired wife is, you will find out in the next chapter.
I also have some preparations underway for a new story after this one, a Harry Potter/Roswell (TV Series) cross over.
See you then….PK
