Chapter 20:
"Odium. This name frightens me. Hatred or Divine Wrath. A god personified in these things can only be evil. According to the journal, this god was behind the deaths of at least three others: Devotion, Dominion and Ambition. Could Odium be behind Equality's death as well? This terrifies me. Far more so than the recently increased politicking of the Pureblood houses' Madame Bones has been attempting to convince me could be dangerous. I have found another source of information. Merlin. It seems he spent the last year of his life searching for the knowledge I now find myself hunting. I fear there is only one path ahead from here. I must go to the Vault of Dreams. I must find Imagination."
From Albus Dumbledore's Notes; 20th Century, Earth.
Emily finally gathered the courage to go and talk to Harry and his beautiful date as the Ball rolled to a close. She strode towards them as they danced in the middle of the floor, ignoring the gnawing at her stomach, the tremble in her hands. She stopped a few feet away and coughed as politely as she could manage. Harry turned towards her, and the smile that lit his face was enough to make her forget all her fears and horrors for a brief, blissful moment.
"Em!" He split from his surprised partner and rushed over to her, then he was hugging her, and she was hugging him back.
"It's so good to see you," he whispered.
"Likewise, Superhero," she quipped, and Harry groaned.
"Oh god, not you too."
"Harry?" his date asked, looking on in confusion.
"Ginny! This is Emily. We grew up together on the streets. How did you get here? What happened at the Bunker? You never replied to my second letter."
Now it was Emily's turn to frown.
"Second letter? We only got your first one, with the men you sent to shield the Bunker. Thanks for that by the way," she said.
Harry clenched his jaw, and his gaze flickered from her to a man with long silver hair sitting at the high table. The same man who'd attacked Harry at the train station. Evil Gandalf, she realised.
"Damn you Dumbledore."
"What's going on, Harry?" Ginny whispered, stepping up beside him.
"Is anyone else with you?" He asked Emily, and she nodded. "Sammy is watching the fireplace we used to get here, and Nylah is watching the main doors. I don't know where James has got to…"
"Crap. First Flamel, then fucking Odium, now this. Come on, we have to get you guys to safety," he muttered, before grabbing both Ginny's arm and Emily's and pulling them towards the exit, casting fearful looks over his shoulder the whole time. Emily tried to follow his gaze, but the only person of note was a middle-aged man in an armoured skirt – considering the breadth of weirdness she'd experienced tonight, chain-mail was honestly quite low on the list of things that surprised her.
"Harry!" Emily protested, but Harry ignored her, instead making a beeline for a figure in a black trench-coat in the back corner of the room, a sickly man in a shabby coat standing beside him.
Emily waved to Nylah, and the older woman caught it, moving to join them.
"Sirius!" Harry called, and the trench-coat man spun around. Emily started to scream as she recognised his face, but Ginny slapped a hand over her mouth.
"He's a murderer!" She snapped.
"Falsely accused," Ginny said pointedly, clearly annoyed at her. Well, Emily was annoyed at this cute little tart too.
"Watch how you talk," she hissed back.
"Harry!" Sirius Black, notorious mass-murderer, exclaimed, raising a glass in mock salute. "Two lovely ladies on your arm. Your father would be proud!"
"I need you to get her and three others out of the castle. Now!" Harry said, not even acknowledging the comment. Black turned serious, the smile vanishing from his face.
"What's up? Who are they?"
"They're muggles," Harry whispered, and Emily hid a wince at his use of the derogatory slur, "They came looking for me. They practically raised me…" Nylah reached them, Sammy and James at her side. She shoved both Emily and Ginny out of the way and threw her arms around Harry.
"Oh god, I'm so glad you're alright. Harry, the Bunker! It's…"
"It's good to see you to Nylah, but we really can't talk right now." He peeled away from Nylah's grasp, and flashed a smile towards Sammy and James, before fixing back on Sirius.
"Dumbledore will kill them if he finds out." He trailed off, looking over his shoulder again. "Flamel is still watching me, and Mak won't come into the Hall while he's here."
"Neither will Ember," Ginny added.
"Done," Sirius said, looking the four of them over, "Anyone who's a friend of Harry's is a friend of mine, and I've got fourteen years of prison to make up for. You've got it, Harry."
"Don't worry," the shabby man interjected, "I'll make sure he doesn't accidentally kill them or something."
"Cheers, Remus," Harry said. He moved to hug both Sammy and James and whispered something in Sammy's ear Emily didn't catch. She did hear Sammy's reply.
"I don't blame you." She berated herself for eavesdropping after that. Finally, Harry bid them a quick farewell, and he led Ginny away. Emily followed them, blinking several times.
That… was not the reunion she had imagined, the good one or the bad.
Harry escorted Ginny back to her room in Gryffindor Tower, a total gentleman. They avoided talking about Harry's friends or Flamel. Ginny could tell Harry knew something about what the man had said. About Odium. About that monster. But tonight wasn't the night for that. This was the end of her gorgeous night, of their date. And Ginny… well, she wasn't entirely sure she dared to do what she really wanted to.
The couple reached her door, and Ginny let go of Harry's hand to open it.
"I had an absolutely wonderful time tonight, Flamel notwithstanding," Harry said awkwardly. Mak had returned to his shoulder, and Ember was hiding in Ginny's hair. Both faeries really hated Flamel, or more accurately, that sword he carried. Neither Harry nor Ginny had seen Gabrielle since she had run away, but they could only assume Vel had suffered a similar reaction, owing to her flight.
"So did I," she said, twisting the door handle and swinging inside with the wood.
"I guess I'll see you tomorrow then," he said, smiling stupidly. Though, Ginny supposed she couldn't really say anything, as the soreness in her face indicated she had been doing much the same thing all night.
Ginny paused for a brief moment to steel her nerves, to ensure that she really wanted to do this. Then, batting her eyes, she spoke a single sentence.
"You know, it took three people to get me into this dress. It might go easier if I had someone to help me take it off."
Harry's face turned bright red, and Mak fell off his shoulder in shock. Ginny could feel the heat rising in her own cheeks… actually, she was pretty sure that was Ember's whole-body catching fire as she hid inside Ginny's temporary curls.
Ginny, not backing out now, gestured into the room with her head. Harry swallowed, then followed her inside. Smiling in both victory and apprehension, she closed the door behind him.
One and a half years ago,
Ginny staggered down the hallway from the Library, entire body shaking. Alarms were blaring through the school, and students were running every which way. It didn't matter. The damage was done. Hermione Granger was dead.
Mudblood Traitor. She deserved it.
No, she didn't! Go away!
She… she remembered. A cavern. A man in gold. A voice in the air. Tom… It was Tom… No. Tom was her only friend. Nobody else liked her, Ron ignored her, the Twins were too busy for her, the girls in her dorm despised her. Tom was her only friend.
The Diary… Tom… have to… Have to what?
She staggered again, and for a split second, the castle vanished. She saw a sea of mud under a dark sky. A beam of white light, refracting all colours of the rainbow, soared into the air not too far from her. And in front of her was a pale skinned boy in Hogwarts robes, smiling savagely at her, eyes ravenous.
It was gone as soon as it came, and Ginny slammed into a pudgy boy from Gryffindor. One of Ron's dormmates, she thought. She turned a corner and tried to put a hand to the wall. It wouldn't touch the stone. She was holding something in her hand, a small book with a green cover.
She blinked, and once again she glimpsed that other place. Only this time, in front of her, was a man dressed in golden robes, with white hair, and kindly eyes. He reminded her of Dumbledore.
Dreams… Tom… The Diary… Curses…
She pushed forward, and with every step, her vision warped. One moment she was in Hogwarts, pushing through the tide of students. The next, she was wading through mud, little bubbles of light rushing past her. And each time, the person watching her changed. The man in gold; the boy with the pale skin; the fire-spirit with flames dancing in her hair; a woman dressed in raiment that shifted and changed, blurring between all the colours Ginny had ever seen; a tall man with skin marbled red and black.
She forced herself forward.
"Ginny. Let go, my sweet. Come to me."
"Dear Ginny, you have suffered so much. Just give in."
"Fight Him, Ginny!"
YOU ALONE HAVE THE POWER TO STOP HIM, DAUGHTER. BE STRONG.
"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" She screamed, shoving open a door and slamming it behind her. Then she threw the Diary across the room, hearing a satisfying thud, then a splash. She blinked away that other place and gasped. She was in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. How had she gotten here? She'd been in the Library and… in the Library and… Hermione. She'd killed Hermione. Hadn't she? No, the Basilisk killed her. Tom made her do it. The Diary… Oh, how had she not known! But… Tom was her friend… he was… NO! He wasn't her friend. He'd been using her the whole time! But why would he do that? He liked her. She told him stories. He was just a Diary. Get out, get out, get out, get out…
She slid down the door, sinking to the floor.
"Really? Throwing things at me now!" Moaning Myrtle whined, flying out from a toilet, dislodging the Diary. It fell to the tiles as water began to shoot out from the basin, and floated in the puddle, slowly but surely making it's way back towards her.
"Myrtle?" She croaked. The world fazed again, revealing the sea of mud, and the beam… freedom. Freedom was at the beam. Myrtle floated above the mud, jaw hanging open. She seemed more substantial on this side. Less transparent somehow. Directly in front of them was a hole in the mud. The cave? Did she know a cave? Yes, she did. Only she'd entered from somewhere else on the other side. In her dream. A dream? What dream?
The bathroom snapped back into place, but Myrtle remained where she was. Staring at Ginny in total shock.
"How did… You can see into the Valley?" Myrtle whispered. The water on the floor reached Ginny's foot, and the Diary came to a rest beside her.
Trembling, she reached out and grabbed it. Then she rose up and stalked to the sinks at the centre of the room. Where the hole had been on the other side.
"Myrtle? How do I open it?"
Daphne and Gabrielle were the last to arrive at the impromptu meeting in the house Sirius Black had bought in Hogsmeade. A meeting between an assortment of people Daphne never thought she would see working on the same team.
Sirius' dining room had been enlarged with a space-enhancing charm, and a large table with velvet seats dominated the space. A fire roared in the hearth on one side, and through the doorway to the kitchen, Harry's muggle friends – who'd somehow infiltrated Hogwarts without being discovered – were cooking an enormous meal, Harry and Ginny helping them.
The table was already half full. Sirius and Professor Lupin sat at one end of the table, speaking with Professor McGonagall. Hagrid was there too, speaking at length to the twins about some prank they'd pulled during the Yule Ball. Finally, sitting beside the Sorting Hat – which was perched on the back of a chair – was Daphne's father.
A bizarre group indeed.
Daphne took the open seat next to her father, Gabrielle sitting beside her and placing Vel on the table.
"Father," she said, bowing her head slightly.
"Daphne my girl, you've certainly put me in interesting company," he replied, rubbing her shoulders.
"Tell me about it," she muttered.
"Ah! Miss Greengrass," the Sorting Hat exclaimed, perking up, "I don't suppose this meeting is to apologise and return me to the Headmaster's Study is it?"
"I'm afraid not Hogs," Harry said, entering the room with a roast chicken on a wooden plate. He placed the chicken in the centre of the table, and the others made their way out, each carrying a platter of their own. It was bizarre for Daphne, having food cooked and brought out by other people, with no magic involved. She glanced at her father, who looked equally as bewildered. As Ginny brought up the rear – a plate of Yorkshire puddings in her arms and Mak and Ember on her shoulders – Professor Flitwick entered the building and closed the door.
"You can be sure that no-one is listening in on us, Mr Potter, but you better have an excellent reason for the subterfuge and leaving the school without permission. I've half a mind to report you, regardless of all your feats and abilities."
"I respect that Professor, and don't worry, I've got a very good reason." Harry sat down beside Gabrielle, Ginny on his other side, and the muggles all followed suit.
"Let's dig in," Harry said, and everyone hesitantly began eating. The atmosphere was incredibly tense, but Harry didn't say a word. Instead, he enjoyed his meal, and Daphne had to admit that she enjoyed hers too. How odd.
Only when stomachs were full, plates were cleared, and Professor McGonagall had cast a spell to begin washing up, did Harry withdraw a stack of papers from his cloak. The notes he'd stolen from Dumbledore's office. Daphne had utterly forgotten them!
"I've asked you all here because you are the only people I trust," he said as Ember and Mak, visible to all, stepped into the middle of the table with Vel.
"Harry, you have to tell us what's going on?!" the muggle girl, Emily, begged.
"We've been locked up here for three days now," the other girl, the one who looked like she could be another Weasley, pointed out.
"Yeah Potter, what gives?" Fred asked. Everyone's attention fixed on Harry, who began fiddling with the papers.
"I haven't been entirely honest with you all," he said, swallowing thickly. "I wasn't sure who I could trust, and to be honest, I didn't think most of it was relevant. But with Flamel here, watching me, it's only fair you know what's at stake."
He looked up, directing his gaze to Professors Flitwick, McGonagall and Lupin. As he spoke, his voice took on that hard, commanding tone. The one he'd used the night they first met. His eyes flashed steely determination, and he held himself as if he was the most important person in the room.
"As I'm sure you've guessed by now Professors, given Hogs is hanging off the chair, I was the one who broke into the Headmaster's Office and stole the Sorting Hat the night Sirius broke into the castle." None of them looked very surprised.
"What you don't know is that I also stole a stack of notes from Dumbledore's desk, and an Invisibility Cloak that Sirius tells me belonged to my father. Why the cloak and the hat? Because they were both powered by imprisoned faeries." Harry launched into an explanation of his destruction of the cloak to release Vel, and Hogs explained how he was powering the Hogwarts Wards.
"So not all you magic types have faeries like Mak?" Nylah asked, leaning forward curiously.
"No," Professor McGonagall said, frowning, "the magic of the Imagineers, the Art of Design, was lost hundreds of years ago. Harry and Ginny, and now I suppose Miss Delacour, are the first practitioners in centuries."
"Because of the Pact of Truth," Harry said, "The spell that Flamel, the guy in the chain-mail at the Ball, put in place."
"The Pact of Truth was put in place to protect people," Lupin argued, "Faeries were using magic to cast ill-luck on both wizards and non-magic folk alike."
"That's wrong Professor," Mak said, fluttering up in the air, "While some of my kind were undoubtedly tricksters, we were not the cause of your ill will. We cannot use Investiture, magic, without a human bond. I can only perform the most basic uses of the Six Forces, through my connection to Harry. We faeries are born from your imaginations. We're attracted to your hopes, your dreams – both good and bad. Any ill will people suffered beyond a stubbed toe, or maybe an unfavourable wind was your own fault. You cast the blame onto our people."
"And in doing so," Ember continued, "you condemned us to death."
"Death?" Hagrid asked, enormous hands gripping the table.
"The faeries come from a place called the Valley," Ginny explained, "The Expanse of Delusions. It's a realm of thought and spirit. But they're born from our imaginations. The Pact of Truth sealed the barriers between our realm and theirs, cutting them off from their source of life."
"Now, our race is all but extinct," Mak continued, "My memory is still so vague, but I remember my family begging me to join them on the ships fleeing across the sea. Fleeing to another world. I would have joined them if Harry had not called for me."
Flitwick slumped back in his seat, looking defeated. Even Daphne, who'd known all this before, couldn't help that hollow feeling inside her from returning. Her father gripped her hand, but otherwise didn't let any outward emotion show.
"Another world?" Sirius finally asked, disturbing the odd silence that had engulfed the room.
Harry cleared his throat.
"Yes. That's the thing I've been keeping from you all." He glanced at Ginny then, and Daphne realised with a shock that even she didn't know what Harry was about to reveal.
"The notes I stole from Dumbledore's office are a record of the Headmaster's interactions with a mysterious prisoner he found in the Dark Wizard Grindelwald's fortress after his defeat. The papers go into detail, analysing who this unknown woman might have been, what Grindelwald learned from her… and a letter she somehow received despite being broken in the mind and incarcerated."
He took one of the pages and read aloud.
"Friend,
It has been some time, but I have received no further communication from you, and am beginning to worry. Frightening events have occurred, events you must be made aware of. As predicted, the Knights Radiant have fallen without Honour to guide them. Cultivation has hidden somewhere on Roshar, and none of our agents can discern her location. But the more horrifying thing is that Ruin is free. It is only a matter of time before he overcomes the last vestiges of Preservation's power on Scadrial and finally destroys that world. I am heading there now to do what I can. That's on top of the rumours coming from Nalthis of Endowment resurrecting the dead. If you receive this, reply immediately.
If, as Hoid fears, this letter has perhaps fallen into the hands of another, to you, I say this: Be careful of what you seek. The cosmere is a vast and dangerous place for the ill-informed. If you have killed my friend, know that we have long memories, and are not quick to forgive.
Khriss."
Harry put the page down and looked around the table.
"What does it mean?" Emily asked.
"It means we're not alone in the Universe."
"As in, aliens?" Nylah asked, gripping her seat.
"Maybe," Harry said, "Or maybe they're human like us. Regardless, Flamel is one of them."
"How can you be sure?" McGonagall asked, brows furrowed in disbelief.
"The way that colours warp around him when he moves. It's some sort of magic. Not of the faeries, and not of wizardry either."
"His sword," Mak, Ember and Vel all said in unison.
"It is not of this world. It's evil," Mak finished, and the trio all shivered.
"Aliens! Of course! First Faeries. Next Wizards. Now Aliens! What's next? Gods?" Nylah exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air. Harry and Ginny both flinched, and Daphne felt a cold hand stretch around her soul. Nylah saw it too.
"Oh, for the love of motherfucking Jesus. You're telling me God is real?"
"I don't know about capital 'G' God, but according to Dumbledore's notes, there are sixteen of them out in the Cosmere."
"Sixteen?"
The word left the mouths of almost everyone at the table at once.
"Each one seems to embody some defining principle. It's not really an emotion, more like an intent of sorts. Dumbledore was able to identify eleven of the sixteen," Harry continued, everyone staring at him in a mixture of terror and awe.
"Devotion and Dominion are both dead… or splintered is the term the notes use."
"A god can die?" Sammy asked, voice hesitant.
"Apparently," Harry said, "Ambition is also dead. Dumbledore theorises that the same thing happened to Honour, but isn't certain."
"Honour is dead?" Lupin asked, a resigned look on his face, "I suppose that's poetic, isn't it?"
"That brings us to the others. Endowment and Cultivation seem safe enough, though one is hiding and the other seems unstable. Then there's Preservation and Ruin."
All the purebloods at the table perked up simultaneously.
"Preservation and Ruin?" Daphne's father asked.
"Yeah? What do you all know that I don't?"
"There's an old story, told to pureblood children, about an old dark lord," Ginny began, casting her eyes to her brothers.
"It speaks of two brothers, Leras and Ati," Fred said, shifting uneasily, "One born a wizard, one born a squib."
"They grew up best friends who did everything together, but Ati, the younger brother, was secretly jealous of the elder, Leras, for he had magic," Sirius continued.
"When the time came for the brothers to go to Hogwarts, they refused to be separated. Instead, they journeyed for sixteen days to meet the Grand Wizard Merlin. In Camelot, they begged Merlin to use his power to bestow magic on Ati, and, moved by their friendship, he did so."
McGonagall huffed, clearly not finding much merit in the story.
"They went to Hogwarts together, and Leras taught Ati everything he knew. But Ati became jealous of his brother once again. For Leras was popular and well-liked, and Ati, despite being just as kind and powerful, was alone. Finally, he went to Merlin and asked why this was, and Merlin told him that Ati was a squib who had stolen magic that wasn't his. As a result, he would forever be destined to bring ruin to everything he touched. Consumed with rage, Ati returned to Hogwarts and made it his life's mission to destroy everything Leras held dear."
George bit his lip before taking up the tale.
"The two brothers, once so close, turned against one another. Leras dedicated himself to preserving the Wizarding World, and Ati devoted himself to destroying it."
"Preservation and Ruin," Sammy said, catching on.
"Well," George continued looking even more uncomfortable, "Neither could defeat the other, so Preservation gave up his power to seal Ruin away forever."
McGonagall huffed again. "It's supposed to be a story about the dangers of Squibs and Muggleborns who 'rise above their stations'. It's a barbaric story with no basis in historical fact and quite simply shouldn't be told."
"We always hated that story," Fred and George said in sync.
"Me too," Sirius muttered.
"I can see why," Harry agreed, "But it may be more truthful than you think. I just think it didn't happen on Earth." He glanced back at his papers. "Dumbledore isn't quite sure, but the letter mentions that "Ruin is free," and that, "It is only a matter of time before he overcomes the last vestiges of Preservation's power on Scadrial and finally destroys that world.""
"I wouldn't want to be someone on this planet 'Scadrial' then," Daphne whispered. Everyone muttered their agreement.
Harry took a deep breath, then forged on. "That leaves us. There are two systems of magic on Earth that we know of. Enchantment – the magic of witches and wizards; and Design – the magic of faeries and the six forces."
"So, what?" Sirius asked, "That means there are two of these gods on Earth somewhere?"
"Were two gods on Earth, yes," Harry confirmed. Then, as if this news couldn't make her any more uncomfortable, Harry read from the sheet again.
"I have found Gellert's notes on the woman. Or, more accurately, I have found her notes on us. She has written a journal documenting what she has observed of our culture and magics. She seems fixated on two entities she believes exist here on Earth: a being called Imagination, and another called Equality. Only, from her observations, she seems to have come to the conclusion that this 'Equality' is dead, attributing the axial tilt to her fall."
Harry looked back up at everyone, eyes flicking between each person individually. "I think it's safe to say that Imagination is the god of Design, the god of the ancient Imagineers. The faerie blooded races – the faeries, the House Elves, the Veela and the Goblins – they all came from him. Equality is the goddess of Enchantment, and she's…" he trailed off, only for his statement to be completed by Ginny.
"Dead. Killed by Odium." Harry suppressed a shiver, and Mak and Ember both squeaked at the name. Harry spun towards Ginny, who looked like she wanted to bury herself in her chair. Daphne frowned. Odium? What did that mean?
"When I was… When I was possessed by the Diary," Ginny began, body breaking into shivers, "I met Tom Riddle's benefactor. The man who gave him the means to create the Diary in the first place. A spirit in golden raiment, who exuded fear and hatred. He called himself Odium. But… he said he was trapped in Damnation, unable to affect the world directly. That was why he had to use Tom as a pawn."
Gabrielle looked up, shock in her eyes, "Flamel. When he came to our table, he said something… something about an Odium, and his fight with Honour and Cultivation… she trailed off, getting a faraway look in her eye. "The Night of Sorrows, the True Desolation…" she whispered, before glancing to the corner of the room and jumping slightly in fright.
"According to the mysterious Khriss, Odium is bound to the planet Braize in the Rosharon System, though how that is I don't know," Harry said, "But regardless of where he is now, we have to deal with what he left behind. Equality is dead, which explains a hell of a lot when you think about it. The axial tilt, the strangeness of Pureblood-Muggleborn oppression. It even explains the bizarre things that have been happening in the human world."
Everyone nodded, dumbfounded.
"Why are you telling us all this?" Sammy said, eventually.
"Because there are still three faeries trapped. Dumbledore has two, and Flamel has one bound to the Philosophers Stone. The two are working together, that's how Dumbledore was able to bind me with that shackle. Flamel taught him how with knowledge from these other planets. If we're going to free the faeries, we need a way to take him down, which presents an issue given we have no idea what exactly he can do."
Daphne swallowed hard, then an idea came to mind. It was a terrible idea, really. Utterly stupid. But it was the best she had, and no one else was offering any plans. So she spoke up despite the terror she felt in her bones at all this news and forged forward.
Meanwhile, in the forests of Albania, Peter Pettigrew, following rumours upon rumours, finally discovered what remained of his master. A man from Roshar, or someone with similar knowledge, might have called him a spren. A scholar from Silverlight might deem the creature a cognitive shadow. Regardless of what you called him, the once-great Dark Lord Voldemort was now a disembodied spirit possessing snakes and rats. How appropriate it was then that the vessel of his return should come in the form of a man that spent more time in the company of rats than of men.
And as the sun rose hundreds of miles away over Japan, for it was always rising somewhere, it flashed a brilliant green – pushing the axial tilt back to evil.
"It has been a long week. My journey to the Vault did not go as planned. I triggered a proximity ward. A very well crafted one as well. Now I find myself working with the legendary Nicolas Flamel. He has apparently known about the cosmere for centuries and has travelled it extensively. He has a plan, a plan I find myself agreeing with. If Odium or one of the Shards we do not know does come for this world, we will not let it fall, no matter what stands in our way."
From Albus Dumbledore's Notes; 20th Century, Earth.
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