Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does. I also do not the concept of Draconians, as I got that off of Escaflowne. The idea of the swords crafting was an idea inspired by the "Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring."
I'm bumping this chapter up to a PG-13 just to be safe!
Chapter 21
Harry rushed outside the school and confronted his enemy.
"You again!" he hissed.
"I said a month and it has been," the creature replied, "It is time for me to finish what I started. Time to die."
"Not today!" Harry yelled and charged with the Gryffindor sword drawn.
The battle waged, neither one winning, neither one losing, but neither refused to give up. Harry suddenly let out a yell of anger when his enemy sprouted wings and took to the sky in an attempt to get past him. Harry grinned and sprouted his wings, showing his secret to the whole school, which was once again, shielded in Harry's bright green magic.
"How?!" his enemy screamed when he saw Harry pull even with him, "You aren't supposed to be able to fly! The Elves told me so!"
"Did they forget to tell you who I am?" Harry asked him coolly in another voice, "Tell me, creature, do you know of the King of Draconians?"
The creature's eyes went wide in shock and it landed on the ground. Harry followed suit, amused by its shock.
"You really are him!"
"Yes I am."
As Harry spoke these words, images of everyone important to him flashed through his mind. When he came to Hermione and thought of her dying. He felt an intense surge of power. He then thought of the unborn child that was growing inside of her and that it would never be born if he lost this fight. It felt as if the flood gates in his mind had been opened. Harry sheathed his Gryffindor sword and looked coldly at his enemy.
"So have you given up?" it asked with a toothy grinned.
"No," he stated coldly and his hand wrapped around the other sword's hilt, "Just getting ready to blow your ass out of the water."
When the sword was removed from it's sheathe, the light of the sun glinted off of it, the creature shrunk back. It's unnatural eyes were wide in fright at the sight of the sword. Harry looked at the sword as if it was nothing.
"Amazing thing isn't it?" he asked out calmly, "Elvish crafted, but made from Dwarf mined metals. It was the sword crafted as an orginal gift to the King of Draconians to show peace between the three Kingdoms. You can't really tell this sword is thousands of years old. This sword has been passed down from heir to heir and now it's mine."
Harry looked at the ancient runes, suddenly knowing exactly what they said since they were in the Draconian language.
"I am the King. But I am the pauper. I am the Protector. But I am the weak. I walk in the dark. But I am the light!" Harry called out, reading the runes in a chant.
Light exploded from the sword and engulfed him. Even beams of light appeared from his finger tips. Harry was once again lifted from the ground, but this time it was not under his own power.
~~~~~~~~~
Hermione gasped as she saw Harry become a being of light. Then the light died down as Harry was sat on his feet. Hermione nearly stopped breathing as the armored figure from her dream stood where the love of her life just had been standing. Hermione couldn't help the tears as she knew what could happen in the future.
~~~~~~~~~
Harry was amazed at his new armor. It was thick, but light, durable, but manageble and best of all, it didn't inhibit any of his moves (To all you Legend of Dragoon fans, think of Dart's armor). Under the armor, was a white button-down shirt and black soft-leather pants and boots. The sword now had a thick armor on it as well.
His wings flowed out of his back and through two slits in his backplate specifically designed for them. The wings added to the effect his armor was already making. His wings were basically the same, except now a deep silver color marked the tips. The backplate was designed like an armored tanktop, only the shoulders had sleeves, well in a sense.
The armor itself was a deep black, about the color of nighttime without a moon. Harry had a headband in the same color wrapped around his forehead, covering his scar and lifting his bangs. The band had a jewel in the center that was bright green and in it's center was a single symbol. This symbol was written in the Draconian language and it was the word Protector.
Then his eyes changed slowly, so at first he didn't notice. The creature noticed and shrunk away. Harry lifted the flat of his blade up paralell to his face and peered into it. His eyes had changed from the sparkling green he normally had, to the deep, dark, black of Draconians. His eyes were flecked with silver, showing that he was Royalty.
"Cool," he spoke and noticed that his voice had also changed.
He turned to the creature and his eyes narrowed.
"I think I now realize just who you are and I do not like being tricked. I wasted a month worring about facing a master that turned out to be nothing more than a cowardly servent."
"How did you guess!?"
"Easy. You carry the aura of a servent. I can read you as plain as day," Harry replied coldly, "I'm going to go against my better judgement and let you live, but only to serve a purpose. You will deliver a message to you're master. The message is this. If he dares to threaten me or my family, I will not heistate to hunt him down and kill him."
"It will not be as easy as you think! My master will hunt you down, kill you, and drink your blood. Then he will drink your love's blood as desert!"
Without another word the creature disappeared.
I'm bumping this chapter up to a PG-13 just to be safe!
Chapter 21
Harry rushed outside the school and confronted his enemy.
"You again!" he hissed.
"I said a month and it has been," the creature replied, "It is time for me to finish what I started. Time to die."
"Not today!" Harry yelled and charged with the Gryffindor sword drawn.
The battle waged, neither one winning, neither one losing, but neither refused to give up. Harry suddenly let out a yell of anger when his enemy sprouted wings and took to the sky in an attempt to get past him. Harry grinned and sprouted his wings, showing his secret to the whole school, which was once again, shielded in Harry's bright green magic.
"How?!" his enemy screamed when he saw Harry pull even with him, "You aren't supposed to be able to fly! The Elves told me so!"
"Did they forget to tell you who I am?" Harry asked him coolly in another voice, "Tell me, creature, do you know of the King of Draconians?"
The creature's eyes went wide in shock and it landed on the ground. Harry followed suit, amused by its shock.
"You really are him!"
"Yes I am."
As Harry spoke these words, images of everyone important to him flashed through his mind. When he came to Hermione and thought of her dying. He felt an intense surge of power. He then thought of the unborn child that was growing inside of her and that it would never be born if he lost this fight. It felt as if the flood gates in his mind had been opened. Harry sheathed his Gryffindor sword and looked coldly at his enemy.
"So have you given up?" it asked with a toothy grinned.
"No," he stated coldly and his hand wrapped around the other sword's hilt, "Just getting ready to blow your ass out of the water."
When the sword was removed from it's sheathe, the light of the sun glinted off of it, the creature shrunk back. It's unnatural eyes were wide in fright at the sight of the sword. Harry looked at the sword as if it was nothing.
"Amazing thing isn't it?" he asked out calmly, "Elvish crafted, but made from Dwarf mined metals. It was the sword crafted as an orginal gift to the King of Draconians to show peace between the three Kingdoms. You can't really tell this sword is thousands of years old. This sword has been passed down from heir to heir and now it's mine."
Harry looked at the ancient runes, suddenly knowing exactly what they said since they were in the Draconian language.
"I am the King. But I am the pauper. I am the Protector. But I am the weak. I walk in the dark. But I am the light!" Harry called out, reading the runes in a chant.
Light exploded from the sword and engulfed him. Even beams of light appeared from his finger tips. Harry was once again lifted from the ground, but this time it was not under his own power.
~~~~~~~~~
Hermione gasped as she saw Harry become a being of light. Then the light died down as Harry was sat on his feet. Hermione nearly stopped breathing as the armored figure from her dream stood where the love of her life just had been standing. Hermione couldn't help the tears as she knew what could happen in the future.
~~~~~~~~~
Harry was amazed at his new armor. It was thick, but light, durable, but manageble and best of all, it didn't inhibit any of his moves (To all you Legend of Dragoon fans, think of Dart's armor). Under the armor, was a white button-down shirt and black soft-leather pants and boots. The sword now had a thick armor on it as well.
His wings flowed out of his back and through two slits in his backplate specifically designed for them. The wings added to the effect his armor was already making. His wings were basically the same, except now a deep silver color marked the tips. The backplate was designed like an armored tanktop, only the shoulders had sleeves, well in a sense.
The armor itself was a deep black, about the color of nighttime without a moon. Harry had a headband in the same color wrapped around his forehead, covering his scar and lifting his bangs. The band had a jewel in the center that was bright green and in it's center was a single symbol. This symbol was written in the Draconian language and it was the word Protector.
Then his eyes changed slowly, so at first he didn't notice. The creature noticed and shrunk away. Harry lifted the flat of his blade up paralell to his face and peered into it. His eyes had changed from the sparkling green he normally had, to the deep, dark, black of Draconians. His eyes were flecked with silver, showing that he was Royalty.
"Cool," he spoke and noticed that his voice had also changed.
He turned to the creature and his eyes narrowed.
"I think I now realize just who you are and I do not like being tricked. I wasted a month worring about facing a master that turned out to be nothing more than a cowardly servent."
"How did you guess!?"
"Easy. You carry the aura of a servent. I can read you as plain as day," Harry replied coldly, "I'm going to go against my better judgement and let you live, but only to serve a purpose. You will deliver a message to you're master. The message is this. If he dares to threaten me or my family, I will not heistate to hunt him down and kill him."
"It will not be as easy as you think! My master will hunt you down, kill you, and drink your blood. Then he will drink your love's blood as desert!"
Without another word the creature disappeared.