Harry Potter: Lost in the 'Verse
Chapter 9 – Everything changes
"Shiny? What on Earth does that mean?" Spoke Salazar's voice, this snapped Harry out of his reverie and he immediately turned and ran full tilt toward the chamber exit. But then, something happened which he did not expect.
The world tilted and he went cascading backwards, hitting the stone hard he felt strong arms pulling him to his feet.
"Calm down, my boy I shan't hurt you. Now explain to me who you are." Spoke Salazar's voice, Harry looked up at him and spoke "I don't know if I can" He said surprisingly calmly
"Ahh, you are not of this time are you?" Salazar asked
"No, I'm a memory" Harry answered; he noticed that Salazar didn't have his wand out.
"A memory? Of mine I presume, why are you here?" Salazar asked
"I took part in a ritual that sent me on a trip into my past, and my ancestor's pasts" Harry answered
"You are one of my ancestors? Wait then you, you must be a descendant!" Salazar exclaimed
"How do you know about that?" Harry asked exasperatedly
"I am Salazar Slytherin, I have read many many books in my time young man" He answered
"Can you help me?" Harry asked
Salazar considered the question then pulled out his wand "I could, but your time here is limited my boy. However, there is something I can do" He said sagely
"I'll take whatever you can give me" Harry said, Gods knew he needed it.
Salazar nodded "Come here, the spell I am about to use will grant you access to all my memories. I do believe it is cross-dimensionally compatible as well" He said with a wink
"How did you know that?!" Harry exclaimed, bloody Hel this guy was good.
Salazar smiled "Certain wizards can detect magical auras, yours is different. Now stand still, this may be quite painful" Salazar said
Harry nodded.
"Bedwynn Rhus, Aestireus Bellhendros! Salazar intoned, a moment later a blinding white flash impacted Harry. Then pain like a thousand knives piercing him racked his entire being to his core, faces flashed in his vision, words pounded in his ears.
Momentarily, the vision stopped and a singular message was clear in his mind
Don't fall to darkness
A moment later the pain and visions stopped and Harry felt himself being lifted, the world appeared to fall away and he fell into a dreamless sleep.
-x-
Hogwarts stood dark and imposing on the landscape, from one of its ruined towers a fire could be seen. In the Great Hall, debauchery was rife and the walls echoed with drunken shouts. In the doorway stood a tall Death Eater, his mask was ornate and fitted his face perfectly – his robes were of Acromantula silk and Goblin steel was placed at strategic places here and there. His long flowing silver hair stretched down his back, its ends rippling in the wind – Lucius Malfoy was a proud man, who considered himself the pinnacle of Pureblood society, second only to his Lord of course. He had proudly served Lord Voldemort since the beginning of the war, and his position had brought him many benefits. His wife's fortune was his, her power in the Wizengamot also; she had been sold to him by the late Walburga Black as a gesture of good will after a dispute. Now she was his to do with what he pleased, he enjoyed the power he had over her.
Tonight he had left her in her chambers, only after (in his opinion only) screwing her raw mind you.
Turning away from the noise of the hall he ascended the stairs and headed toward what was the Hogwarts library. He had someone to visit, turning into the room he noted the upturned bookcases and burned books all over the floor, but he wasn't interested in them.
Lucius' quarry lay at the very back of the room, sat on top of a pile of books and wood muttering to herself
"Got to find him, got to find him, got to find him" This was all she ever said, who she had to find was anyone's guess. The girl was insane, even more so than the other residents of Hogwarts, her bushy hair fell in a mess over her head and her Hogwarts robes were ripped and torn.
"Hello mudblood, how are we today?" Lucius asked mockingly, a mad grin creeping across his face
"Got to find him, got to find him, got to find him" she responded
Lucius pulled out his wand and spoke "Well I don't know who him is but tonight, you've got me. Now, on your knees mudblood! "He shouted the last bit
She didn't move, this incensed Lucius further and he shouted "Crucio!" why weren't his orders working? They usually did.
Gradually she was brought to her knees "Well, looks like the bookworm needs to be taught a lesson." He said, a dark glint appearing in his eye.
"Legilemens!" He intoned; this was Lucius' favoured form of torture. Unlike many of the other Death Eaters who simply preferred to beat their subjects senseless, Lucius was cunning – he used psychological torture too truly break his subjects. As soon as he uttered the spell it had taken effect, he now walked through her thoughts as a phantom. It had taken him years to perfect his Legilemency skills to a level where he could not only read a person's thoughts but change them too, he was currently watching the mudblood walk through Hogwarts, friendless – if Lucius had any morality he would have felt sorry for her, but alas he did not, for he had no morals.
He decided to venture back further, to a time before the mudblood came to Hogwarts. When she lived with her parents, he had never been this far back. Around this time Lucius had been a low-level Death Eater, spying in Hogwarts for his Lord – these were the days before, when the war was fought in the shadows.
Stopping his thoughts he landed if you will, in a small street. This must be where the bitch and her parents lived, he then saw a little girl with bushy hair running across the street being chased by a boy who was shouting "Witch! Freak! Go back to Hel where you belong!" The little girl was in tears and ran inside a modestly sized house, he followed her. She bolted up the stairs, seemingly deaf to her parent's words and slammed her door shut. Lucius stood in the corner of her room; her father quickly came into the room and immediately enveloped his little girl in a hug.
"The boy across the street again?" He asked her kindly
She nodded.
"You'd think a boy who was so much older than her would grow up, obviously not" the man thought to himself
The man growled in anger "I'll do something about it Hermie, don't you worry about that." He said quietly
"Well we can't have that" thought Lucius, drawing his phantom wand he cast a single wordless spell and the memory looked like it had just descended into water. He began waving his wand in different directions, twisting the fabric of the memory to his will.
When he was done he again stood outside and watched his prey being chased across the street, foul obscenities being shouted at her. But this time the boy caught her by the ankle, she tumbled to the ground and looked at the boy – fear etched into her face.
"Freak! Why don't you just die, nobody wants to be your friend" he snarled, she tried to scramble away from him but he grabbed her ankles again and dragged her painfully across the concrete.
"Where d'ya think you're going freak? I ain't done with you yet" He said angrily, he then punctuated his words with a hard kick to her ankles. A snapping sound permeated the air around them, but the boy wasn't done there. He then kicked her other ankle savagely and heard it break beneath his heal. Smiling cruelly he then kicked her in her side so she would roll away, when she did so he brought his foot down on her knee with such a force that it shattered.
"See you run away now freak!" Was his final word before swaggering away. Lucius smiled broadly, but his fun was not over yet.
As the pathetic little mudblood crawled towards her home, the sound of glass shattering could be heard. The pane in the front door had smashed, the reason for which was advancing on the girl in a thunderous rage
"I FUCKING TOLD YOU TO NOT EMBARESS ME!" He bellowed
"S-s-sorry d-d-daddy" The girl trembled
"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF YOU'RE SORRY YOU PATHETIC BITCH! GET INSIDE NOW!"
The girl quickly dragged herself inside, once inside the sound of her hitting the floor was heard and Lucius smiled sadistically.
"Much better" thought Lucius, exiting her head he looked at his prey. She writhed in pain as the new memory was implanted, after a moment she stopped and returned to her usual rambling. Lucius was on the verge of walking away and leaving her to her deranged thoughts, he was quite impressed with his ability to distil her sane thoughts from her insane ones. However, he wasn't quite satisfied just yet.
Thinking, Lucius twiddled his wand in his fingers. Then an idea crossed his keen mind, yes that would do very nicely.
Waving his wand her clothes disintegrated, he looked down at the creature below him and put his hand under her chin, directing her upwards.
"Got to find him, got to find him, got to find him" she rambled
"Hush, now we are going to play" He spoke with a sadistic grin plastered on his face
Undoing his robes he let them fall to the floor, standing in front of her he slowly directed her face to his manhood.
(A.N ~ I hope you lot hate Lucius as much as I do now)
-x-
Gellert stood on the shelf outside his home; he was looking out to sea. His followers should have been here by now, had there been some trouble in the fields? Gods forbid, did the Ministry or Voldemort catch them? His attention however was quickly diverted as a massive wave of energy rippled through the Caer; he very nearly went over the edge of the rocky crag but regained his footing quickly and sprinted inside.
The energy he felt was incredibly powerful, and old he had never felt something as ancient as it in all his years. He knew there was only one person whom it could be, darting down the passageway to the catacombs of his home he eyed the door at the end and prepared himself for the wave of energy from the runes.
A moment later the tide hit him and he gritted his teeth against it, reaching the door as quickly as he could he wrenched it open. Harry sat before a great fire, it was blazing with such intensity that Gellert actually feared to go near it. Harry was enveloped in an orb of golden energy; he looked around for Molly but could not see her. Then he heard it;
Drums, ancient sounding and foreboding, they resonated so deeply within him he felt as though his very soul was keeping time with them. It filled him with an ancient, primal power the likes of which he had never felt before. His mind conjured images of great armies riding to war, of thunder in the mountains and the searing heat of a volcano.
But then, the drums slowed and the power left him to be replaced by a great calmness. In his imagination, he walked through green woodland with the sounds of trees craning up to the sky in his ears; below him he could feel the earth, its heartbeat resonated through him and out into the expanse by which he was surrounded. He could smell water nearby, and all his mind was at peace. But he knew his time was limited, so he stopped and quietly observed his surroundings. Before feeling a lifting sensation and he was brought back into his body. Which was an uncomfortable experience, to say the least and he felt incredibly cramped? This was something he would have to get used to, for now he looked around the room. Momentarily forgetting why he was here, but then his thoughts came to the forefront and he frantically looked around. Harry was nowhere to be seen, but Molly was laying a few feet away and she stirred as he approached.
"What happened Molly?" He asked her, she didn't immediately answer but instead sat up and stared at the fire. It was a moment before she spoke. "He has awoken, the knowledge has been unlocked. We must find him quickly" When she finished her sentence she shot up and made for the door, but Gellert stopped her.
"Molly, the power that boy has...is beyond anything I have ever felt, he could change this world...or destroy it. Come we shall find him, together" He said, they then ascended the stairs quickly – when they reached the top they opened the door and looked around as if hoping Harry would be sat in the room waiting for them. He wasn't, but what greeted them shocked them none the less.
What was the Hall was now near unrecognisable, there where now tree's sprouting from the ground, and the floor was now clad in grass instead of white fur, it was a beautiful scene. But Gellert was more worried about Harry than he was about the new decor, he quickly walked over to the hall door and, dragging Molly behind him – ran upstairs and entered the hall that led to the shelf outside, he had a hunch Harry would be there.
He was right, except getting to Harry would prove somewhat difficult – as he stood at the centre of what appeared to be a ceaseless tornado! Approaching the door Gellert looked out "He's out there, I need to get to him – his power is out of control, but am I the only one who feels that it isn't quite as powerful as it should be?" He turned to Molly "No, I can sense his magical aura from here and while it is significantly more powerful something is off, like the knowledge is incomplete." She responded
"We will discuss this more later, for now we must get Harry under control, before he destroys my home!" Gellert said, Molly nodded and Gellert wrenched the door open with incredible difficulty. He then stood out on the crag, wind whipped cruelly at his face and the roar of the sea permeated his ear drums.
"Harry! Wake up! You're destroying everything!" He shouted against the din, but it was useless. He had to get closer to him – it was then he became aware of the sound around him, it wasn't the roar of the sea or the wind, it was Harry he was screaming in what seemed to be abject horror. What on Earth could frighten the boy so much? Gritting his teeth he battled his way through the wind and soon he could see the dark outline of the boy, he was crouched on his knees at the very end of the shelf – his arms were rigid at his sides, bent at the elbows. As Gellert approached the din grew to an unbearable level and he could scarcely stand for the pain that coursed through him, but eventually he reached Harry.
He gently laid a hand on the boys shoulder, hoping that his touch would somehow calm the boy. But instead he snapped his head round and Gellert saw in his eyes a billion emotions, anger blazed, sadness flowed and fire hotter than the core of the earth smouldered there. Gellert looked away just as a red spell hit Harry in the back.
The chaos was over as quickly as it had begun, Harry slumped against him and then both knew nothing but darkness.
-x-
The Chamber of Secrets
"Did it work?" Spoke a female voice
"Indeed it did, the descendant has been awakened." Spoke a male voice "How on Earth could you have known it would be one of your descendants Salazar?" Spoke the female voice "I didn't, but the connection to the Old Magic is strong in me, so – I took a chance" Answered Salazar
"You took a chance? With literally pulling a boys consciousness from what is probably thousands of years in the future? "The woman said exasperatedly.
"Oh Rowena hush! Surely you would not believe me to be so foolish? I'm not Godric, before conducting the ritual I used an advanced form of Legilemency to see if I could detect the descendants magical aura, the boys was close to my own but I could not be sure." Salazar replied
"Ahh I see, I know the form you speak of but how did you call upon enough power to see through time?" Rowena asked.
"There is a reason I built my Chamber down here Rowena, besides to store the Basilisk – the power we guard resonates from the Earth, while I cannot access its full potential, the parts I can have served me well" Salazar replied
"Beware Salazar; do not fall to the seduction of power. It has destroyed greater men than you" Rowena said in a dire voice
"Greater than m-"Started Salazar, but he stopped himself – who on Earth did he sound like?
"I am sorry Rowena, I did not see- who were you referring to when you said 'greater'? " Salazar asked knowing the answer.
"Godric, his anger is taking him; soon I fear the man we know shall cease to be" Rowena spoke sadly.
"Godric is better than he has ever been; the Goblins gave him a sword for pity's sake!" Salazar laughed "No, Godric is more powerful than he has ever been. And while I agree that his power has served us well, it is his heart and mind I worry for...he won't talk to me about it, just makes some excuse about me being paranoid and changes the subject" Rowena sighed
"I'll talk to him, he'll listen to me – don't worry Rowena, he'll come back to us" Salazar said
Rowena looked at him with tears in her eyes "Thank you Salazar" she said.
-x-
In the arms of Morpheus, Harry stirred – he was aware that he was laid down, and comfortable, somewhat. He could feel where a spell had impacted him but it was bearable – but he could not as yet, open his eyes. He couldn't see anything, but suddenly he could hear – was that drums? Deciding to listen harder he felt himself being pulled downwards, sighing mentally he prepared himself for another trip – then it happened – memories and knowledge surged into view, he could see battles long past and conversation in vivid detail. Then it slowed, and he stood in the Department of Mysteries once more, used to this by now he wasn't fooled – but it was then that he realised that he wasn't in his body but someone else's, looking down he noticed a black dress, and some very noticeable cleavage. He also felt dark hair falling on his face and around his head; he almost recoiled in disgust when he saw the wand in his hand Bellatrix Lestrange's wand! He was in Bellatrix Lestrange's body?! He started to panic then, but he quickly realized that he appeared to be duelling – spotting his quarry in front of him, he recognised the face immediately "Sirius?" he thought, but quickly his attention was drawn back to the duel, they parried blows backwards and forwards – but then he heard Bellatrix shout two fateful words.
"Avada Kedavra!" the spell impacted Sirius' chest, he seemed to fall in slow motion backwards – and then he fell through the Vale and was gone.
As quickly as it came it was gone, he felt himself being drawn out of the vision and back into his body. Numbness filled him, his emotions were void – his mind blank.
Then pain tore through him, not physical but emotional – grief settled in his heart and his thoughts plunged into dark depths. He soon became aware that he had arisen from the bed he was laid on, and one thought was clear in his mind.
"Kill Bellatrix Lestrange"
As soon as he thought it the room around him started to shake, then the all too familiar rage started building in him – he heard the drums in his ears once again, but this time they were faster – aggressive and primal, he felt his own heartbeat begin to resonate with them.
Then, something coursed through him – filling him with strength the likes of which he had never dreamt of, he now felt truly indomitable. The world shook under his feet, what he was feeling could only be called one thing.
Power.
He felt fury bubbling inside him, his knees bent and he fell to the floor. As the room shook around him, it increased tenfold. There was a moment where – for Harry at least – the world seemed to stop, even the air seemed to still.
Then, drawing on the ancient and primal power within him – he let out an inhuman scream of pure hatred. As he did so, the roof of the room disintegrated and he shot into the air.
He knew where exactly where to go, Bellatrix Lestrange would suffer for what she did.
-x-
The Fields of the Grindilows
"BARTY! SECURE THAT LINE!" Bellowed Samson's voice from the foreyard
"IT'S A BIT DIFFICULT WHEN THE WIND IS TRYING TO SEND ME TO A TEA PARTY WITH OL'DAVY! GIMME A MINUTE!" Barty bellowed in response from the stern.
Samson furiously turned the wheel on his boat; they were very nearly out when all of a sudden a major storm had hit them. Now the waves where throwing them about like ragdolls, the Grindilows were now alerted to their presence, and were leaping out of the sea at any given moment and trying to send them to the depths.
Bella was standing in the centre of the boat, firing curses this way and that in a desperate attempt to keep the Grindilows at bay. And the woman who was yet to speak – Shay - was climbing the main mast up to the crow's nest – the main sail desperately needed strengthening, so she had grabbed a bundle of rope and started climbing without a word.
"BELLA! LOOK OUT!" Bellowed Barty, but it was too late – a huge Grindilow had bitten hard into her shoulder and was dragging her towards the edge of the boat. Barty made to lunge for her but a black blur in the general shape of a body got there first; landing on all fours right beside Bella she brutally stabbed the Grindilow through the eye, before chucking the squirming creature overboard.
Bella looked shocked, but regained her composure quickly and nodded to Shay in thanks. Shay nodded back and started swiping her swords in a flurry of motion – cutting several Grindilows to pieces.
"WE NEED TO GET TO SHORE! THERE'S NO WAY WE CAN BATTLE THROUGH THIS!" Shouted Barty, Samson nodded in agreement and looked upwards, spotting the North star off to the left he wrenched the wheel round and willed his ship forward.
As he battled the waves, Samson could swear he heard something – high on the wind, a voice did speak. The words undecipherable, thinking it'd be better if he focused on the task at hand he continued his ceaseless battle with the storm.
"SAMSON! WATCH OUT!" Bellowed Barty's voice as a colossal wave crashed over the back of the boat. Then, he heard it again –the high pitched wailing sound now closer than before, he looked around to see if he could find the source but found nothing.
Then the whole boat was shaken by a tremendous force, they must have hit a reef or something. Before he could check to see if the others were ok, the boat shook again – and then something occurred that the old sailor would not forget in all his years.
The boat was moving, upwards like some invisible force was forcing it up from the writhing ocean. Looking over the side he saw that the boat was being supported by the waves themselves, to panicked to ponder this he let go off the wheel and ran down to the foreyard.
"IS EVERYONE OK? ANYONE HURT? He bellowed when he got there, he saw that Bella was on the floor clutching her head. "WHAT'S WRONG WITH HER?" He bellowed over the din of the wind, Barty was looking concerned and shouted "I DON'T KNOW, SHE KEEPS SAYING SOMETHING IS NEAR" Samson looked confused but then a bright white lightning bolt erupted out of the sky and struck the main mast. It caught ablaze immediately and Samson was grabbed from behind by Barty and they both dove out of the way of the towering inferno.
"OH GREAT JUST WHAT WE FUCKING NEED!" Barty bellowed, he made to run across the deck to where Bella and Shay were crouched but another lightning bolt struck just in front of his foot, and he stumbled backwards.
"WE NEED TO GET TO BE-"he started, but ended his sentence prematurely as his eyes caught the most terrifying sight he had ever gazed upon.
A shape was hovering above the boat, golden eyes blazing with untold fury. Looking closely he could make out hair which blew in the wind, if he had to guess he'd say the shape was male. The boy swayed in the wind, a ripped black cape was blowing in the ceaseless gale, he let out an inhuman screech and descended blindingly fast. Landing on the deck, he walked slowly toward Bella who was cowering before him – Barty absently noted that the boat cracked and heaved under his footsteps – but at this moment in time he was more concerned with Bella.
Shay saw the advancing figure, she had no idea who or what this thing was but she stepped in front of Bella all the same. Drawing her swords from her back and, knowing that the approaching figure would understand the challenge in her gaze – looked it in the eye – and then wished she hadn't.
She saw a fury there that no mortal creature could hold, a stare that could send the soul crying into the gloom, really there was only one way to describe what she saw.
Death.
The figure approached her and she tried in vain to swing her sword at it, but it just batted her swords out of her hand like they were children's toys. Unarmed and terrified she fell backwards and could only watch in horror as with a wave of its hand, the wood underneath her warped and twisted until it had snaked over her torso and pinned her to the ground.
She saw it approach Bella, who was staring up at it with a look of a frightened rabbit. When it had reached her it stopped and knelt down, grabbing her by the hair it hauled her to her feet with little to no effort, then it dragged her towards the tower of flame that had been the main mast and deposited her at its base.
It raised both its hands and held them above his head, Shay then saw water rising around them, enveloping them in an orb. When the water joined at the top, completing the orb - she saw an extraordinary sight, with another inhuman screech it sent a wave of dark energy at the water – turning it to fire.
The whole boat was engulfed in flame; the colours of her world then shifted to raging orange, yellow and black. Time seemed to slow for a moment, the figure summoned a torrent of flame, shaping it into a cruel looking blade – he raised it above his head, poised to strike but then, something highly unexpected happened.
An enormous wave of water impacted the fiery orb, creating a small hole. Through which a man floated, white robes flailing around him – an aura of great power emanated from his being, landing on the ship's deck the man's eyes were locked on the figure in front of him. When he was about a foot from it, he spoke. "Harry! Think about what you are doing here! You are not a murderer my boy!" He bellowed
In response, the boy – Harry – let out another screech, which succeeded in making everyone else crow in fear. But the man stood his ground and spoke again "Harry this woman is not who you think she is! Try to think clearly, look around you! You would kill all of these people? Become a murderer, like Voldemort" the man bellowed.
Upon hearing the Dark Lords name, Harry threw the flaming torrent that had been a sword, to the ground and began to walk quickly toward the man. Twisting the wood the same way he had with Shay before, the man was strung up by his hands and legs and Harry looked him in the face – cold fury in his eye.
He let out another inhuman screech and summoned flames to his hands once more, holding them close to the man's face. But then, he seemed to hesitate.
A voice spoke from behind him. "Descendant! Remember yourself, don't fall to darkness" the voice came from a strikingly beautiful woman with long red hair, she looked to be around the same age as the boy, but spoke with wisdom beyond her outward years. Underneath her hair Shay could just spot a slightly pointed ear. Before she could observe more, the boy let out a hatred filled cry and shot towards the woman with murder in his eyes. But then, the woman simply touched her hand to the boys head – and he collapsed to the floor.
Instantly the boat plummeted back towards the sea, but the man in white quickly drew his wand and with a great arc of his arm, caused the water to surge upward and break there fall. He then steered the boat with his wand, over to the north.
A few minutes later they landed at a harbour, instantly the man was at the boy's side. After ascertaining that he was ok, he darted over to Bella. Who was shaking on the ground, casting a warming spell over her he then went over to Barty and Samson and did the same.
Then he walked over to her and leant down "Are you ok my dear?" He asked in a kind voice that belied the power she just saw. Nodding she made to stand up but the man stopped her with a placating hand on her shoulder "Wait a moment, your leg is injured" He said. While the man was going over her leg, she looked around and tried to find the woman with the red hair – but found that she was nowhere to be seen.
Startled, she looked over to the dock – thinking the woman may have gotten off already, but she wasn't there. "She's not here, you won't find her" The man's voice spoke, she looked at him confusedly and motioned for him to continue "She's something to do with Harry, I am unsure who or what she is. But thank the Gods she came, else we would all be dead right now" he explained. She nodded in acquiescence "I've done what I can with your leg, you'll be able to walk but nothing to strenuous for at least a week" He said and walked away.
Slightly annoyed about her leg, but largely glad that it hadn't been more serious – she stood up and walked gingerly over to Bella, who was sat on the ground by Barty with his coat draped over her shoulders. She still looked shaken but otherwise ok, Barty was staring apprehensively at the unconscious boy on the deck – and Samson was looking at the man in the white robes "You must be Grindelwald aye?" spoke the sailor, the man turned and strode forward "That I am, who are you?" Grindelwald spoke "I'm Samson, Captain of this vessel, well what's left of it anyway" Samson replied with a chuckle.
Gellert made to speak again but was cut off by Barty "Someone gonna explain how a kid managed to do this much damage? And more importantly, who the fuck he is?" He said, Gellert considered him for a moment and then answered "He is what has changed – he is the "something new "I haven't any idea why he attacked you all but honestly. He is the best chance we have of ending this war, for good" Gellert answered.
"As long as he's on our side, I'll help. But if he goes rogue, I'm blaming you" Barty stated. Gellert nodded and said "Fair enough, now shall we all get out of this frightful cold" walking off the boat and onto the harbour, followed suit by the rest of its inhabitants.
"Welcome to Caer Esoteriske" Spoke Gellert as they walked in.
-x-
Outside our reality two figures stood, they where both in deep conversation and where pacing back and forth. "We cannot directly intervene with events my Lady you know this, if we do then it will be catastrophic!" Spoke an exasperated male voice "Did you not see what just happened Emrys! The descendant could have killed them all!" Shouted Le Fay "I know my Lady, but we cannot intervene with events. If we do we will cause complete and utter cosmological war!" Emrys shouted, the world around them shook and it appeared under his ire Le Fay had calmed down. "Thank you my love, what do we do though?" Le Fay spoke sadly "The situation was fortunately saved by that woman, but the question is, how on Earth did she manage to get onto the Mortal plane? You don't think...no, it can't be..." Emrys trailed off "Can't be what my love? Emrys! Concentrate!" Le Fay shouted over Emrys's musings.
"We know that Tom Riddle went very far in his quest for immortality, we know that he evoked the magic of the Lich Eaturnum, but what if his cunning saw him even further? What if Tom Riddle knew that Magic would react direly to his transgressions? And what if he took steps to prevent this?" Emrys uttered horrified.
"What do you think he did? Whatever it is it would have to be incredibly powerful, powerful enough to fight off the force of Magic itself, outside of, well us who alive could hold that power?" Le Fay asked worriedly.
"Well nobody, alive but there was a race that could – one eradicated, long ago...you know who I speak of Morgana. " Emrys spoke direly. "I mentioned this before my love; do you think it's true?" Asked Le Fay
"I hoped not, but it is the only viable reason I can think of" Emrys said
"We need to act, now" Morgana said
-x-
And there, in the wailing dark – the pieces did take their final places; The Dark Lord, in his keep of stone, the Mercenaries on their haunted Isle; the Mudborn in there crowded factories, the abominations in there dark alleys, our hero in the arms of Morpheus, the Allies in there Mountain Hall.
Above them all stand black and white; on the one side we have Emrys and Le Fay, on the other -the mysterious dark. The onlooker would see a single word uttered...
"Your move"
A.N ~ sorry this one took so long peeps, I hope you enjoyed. Some characters will still be introduced but they will be small roles, the woman on the boat is played by Katie McGrath (Morgana – Merlin) No I didn't do that on purpose haha, she fit with the character. More will be revealed about her...
Till then,
See you soon my freaky darlin's!
Grae.
