CHAPTER SEVEN--VISIONS AND LEAVING
"Council? You summoned me?" Twenty-five year old Harry Potter had hurried from his hopeful nap after a week of graduation rites to finish becoming a War Mage, in which he had also been recruited by She-Demon to become one of her future messengers. She had also granted him a new name, Osiris, Death's Messenger. She would use him and one other to be her hellish messengers of death to her enemies and traitors. He had accepted the name and future path. But now when he really wanted to sleep the council had demanded a hasty meeting.
"We had received a vision of a Severus Snape from a few months ago when you were entertained by Queen. We knew you have had a friend, War Mage Isis, to become his guardian in his times of need. Despite the lateness of the vision we thought you would like to know what had happened."
"Show me. But please keep it short. I'll find from her what he went through completely, should I decide to know the full extent of his injuries."
"We will show you at the ending then. We will try to keep this pain short." The members of the council pitied the man before him, they had known of the fierce protectiveness their human War Mage had for this man he called Severus. They hated to show him the severe trials the older man had been forced to bear but felt it was the Mage's right to know everything of his world.
Harry simply stood completely still as a soft white light glimmered before him, almost as if he had been pulled into a dream. Swallowing hard, he forced himself to watch. /Heavy breathing turned quite painful surrounded a lone fleeing figure. Broken and bloody he could barely stand without wanting to collapse but pushed his vastly waning limits for hopeful safety. A few more feet and he was sure he could be able to disappear from the hell he had suffered for a safer heaven. Behind him he could hear the hateful shrill cries, "TRAITOR," "FIND HIM," "KILL HIM!" Flashes of hexes and curses flew around as he tried to dodge most of them, his body jarring with the few that did hit but still kept running with a death grip on his wand. His only hope was that someone would be waiting for him on the other side. Relief passed over him as he felt himself suddenly exit the heavy wards surrounding the recent Death Eater safe house. Swiftly, he conjured what little reserves he had to wave his wand. With a loud pop he disappeared, hoping he would arrive in one piece as he suddenly reappeared in a shadowy forest. Taking two steps, he fell into the darkness threatening him.
His sudden appearance startled two waiting and worried figures, "Professor, is it him?"
"Yes, Hagrid. It's Severus. I'll bring him along, you alert Poppy." Albus Dumbledore watched as the half-giant fled while casting spells to ensure the man's lonely appearance was indeed lonely. Leaning down to weak unconscious professor, he quietly whispered, "You're safe, Severus. You'll never have to go back again. But I am sorry for this time."
Madame Pomfrey rushed about a lone private room, readying herself for anything when Hagrid had rushed in with news that Severus Snape had arrived. She looked up at the sound of the hospital wing's doors opening, hurrying from the room to check. "Albus?" He pointed behind him to the floating body. "Lay him here!" Once the younger professor was in place she swiftly cleared out the few stragglers wanting to see their colleague. But she had known that Severus would never want anyone to know any of his injuries, no matter how severe. For now she quickly contented herself in her knowledge of healing, pulling every resource to save the man before her.
Hours later, a very tired medi-witch dragged herself from the private room to face a large concerned group. Tiredly she smiled, "He'll live. I've given him a potion to induce a healing coma to allow him rest to heal faster. He'll be sore for a few days when he wakes but he'll live."/
The vision swiftly cleared away, leaving a shaken and tearful young man. "Thank you." His words barely passed his lips as he fought to control his hot tears that threatened to fall.
"We had made a promise to you about informing you of your world, no matter how little the information. And during the last ten years you, Harry Potter, have grown from a small, abused fourteen-year-old boy to a very powerful twenty-five-year-old War Mage Osiris, Death's Messenger. You have succeeded where we had always believed you would, though you surprised us in the acceptance to Queen's alliance. We are sure your friends and family will be very proud of you."
Forcing his joyful emotions of seeing those of his past aside, even if they couldn't know him before Voldemort's downfall, Harry stepped forward to receive the last of his rites. He could see the decision in every council member's eyes, this would allow him to go home early.
One of the council members, covered head-to-toe in robes, stood to face him, "Because we know you would decide to leave early for your world, we have decided to finish your last graduation rites enforcing your role and path. For She-Demon's rites, you will be expected to be her right hand at any time. You will always be at her call when summoned. You will always become her Death's Messenger with her left hand follower for every traitor to her blood and mission. Do you truly accept, Osiris, Death's Messenger, right hand to She-Demon?"
Falling to one knee, Harrydesigned himself to answer tothenew name. Head bowed in respect, he spoke his acceptance of his path and newly inducted name, "I, War Mage Osiris, Death's Messenger, right hand to She-Demon truly accepts this path of my life. I will always be at her call. I will always be her right hand follower until my death by her hand. I will always be one of the Death's Messenger to her traitors and missions."
"You may rise. You have been named and accepted. You are now Osiris, Death's Messenger and right hand to our lady queen, She-Demon." Renamed as a new being from Harry Potter, Osiris respectively stood before the council.(AN: I will be using Osiris' quite often in place of Harry.)
His old mentor, Lexi, stepped forward, "As his mentor for over ten years, I am proud to announce my graduating student to the council, War Mage Osiris."
The council turned to their spokes-person, "War Mage Osiris, welcome to the path of a War Mage. We, the council, are confident you shall always make us proud in your abilities, wherever you may go. We, the council, have also granted your leave from our world to yours. We, the council, have also provided you an excellent team to aide your future paths."
Five hooded figures stepped forward to be recognized by the council, heads bowed and hands clasped behind their backs, awaiting their orders and rites. Osiris immediately recognized them but said nothing. He merely bowed deeply in respect and acceptance before taking one step back for his team to be seen.
"Spirit Mages Raja and Maya, Elemental Mage Thor, Silver Mage Lucas, and War Mage Isis, Death's Messenger, left hand to Queen, do you truly accept War Mage Osiris, Death's Messenger and right hand to Queen, as your true leader? Do you truly accept his missions as your own?" With each name called, five heads lifted to squarely face the council.
As one, five voices spoke, "We truly accept." Eleven council members nodded. Lexi nodded and stepped further behind the six newly inducted team-mates. A bright white light blinked swiftly as a settling warmth edged its way into the six Mages' minds.
"We, the council, announce the fully bonded team-mates of six Mages. We, the council, have inducted and accepted this team as fully trained Mages. May the elders before us go with you and may the elders grace your future. So we, the council, witnessed. So we, the council, decreed." Eleven voices spoke as one as they closed the last rite to the bonded team.
With a huge sigh all the occupants slowly relaxed after the ending of their last rites. Osiris was the first to break the silence, "Have you been able to fulfil my request, council?"
"Yes, my dear Mage. We have already sent out the request for you six to join the staff at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Headmaster Albus Dumbledore shall receive this missive just before the day of the attack in Hogsmeade, I believe. As we had already foreseen the attack and planned accordingly, our spiritual and elemental guides will open a path for you into the Forbidden Forest. You will arrive at least a half hour before the attack. Most of the students will be in the village when it is attacked. As you had requested, we've sent small details of a possible attack on the students there, giving no names but the appearance of possible spies."
"Thank you, council."
"As representative to She-Demon and before you leave just yet, War Mage Osiris, I must insist that the traitor's soul shall be in her complete grasp by the winter solstice. She-Demon has decided to allow some fun to prove your worth to the pathetic being daring to continue on his path of damnation, calling it salvation." The two Death's Messengers for this particular mission simply bowed their heads in acknowledgement. Then, as one full body, the six Mages swiftly turned on their heels and glided from the room beneath the appreciative stares of the council and Lexi.