Chapter 12: The One Who Rides The Lightening
{"I don't care about anyone...You know that i'm better off...I don't care about anyone...You know that I'm better off..."}Better Off, Theory Of A Deadman
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Seedy Alley, Wizarding World...
A bitterly encompassing rage filled Regulus S. Snape as he made his way through the seedy alley where not even the death eaters of old dared to venture too much. There had been no shops or landmarks like the other wizarding world alleys. This place had been dark and largely abandoned in the wake of the great war with the muggles in the days of Newt Scamander and a young ambitious Albus Percival Wulfic Brian Dumbledore.
Pushing aside the war torn debris. Regulus stripped off his shirt tossing the now useless blood stained rag onto the ground as he continued toward the center. It had once been a thriving magical community much like Diagon Alley but much more vast.
The half dressed wizard aimed his wand into the sky, upon close inspection...it had been rather plain looking...black as night and smooth all the way around. He focused his magical energy for summoning and smirked when the loud screech reached his unconventionally large ears.
The screech had been earth shattering but he was use to it. He had more than enough practice at Ilvermony summoning his rather fantastic familiar.
"Icarus, come to me." he shouted.
It wasn't long before hurricane like winds blew and the clouds darkened in the sky above him. The sound of thunder rumbled across the newly darkened sky as a large bird with a sharp golden beak, hawk like talons, and a wind span like a giant vulture stretched out before him. It's feathers had been the size of ships and ebony in color ranging from his back to his stomach. There had been feathers of the purest white along his great wings and his tail which faded from that of bird to lightening.
A great cloud followed him as lightening flashed all around him and his eyes glowed a deep yellow before changing to their normal white stormy color and finally settling on the coolest blue in a mirror image of the ocean on a sunny day.
"Time to fly buddy." said Regulus leaping into the air and landing onto the great beast of a bird's back.
Icarus screeched and took flight bringing a storm where ever he went. He was after all a very rare creature within the wizarding and muggle worlds alike, a black Leviathan Thunderbird. The connection that Regulus shared with this strange mythical creature had made it possible for the bird to feel his moods and presented itself in accordance with his moods.
The stormy emotions warring inside the raven haired wizard had been more than enough of an indication by the rumbling clouds and flickers of lightening accompanying the great mystical bird as it continued to beat it's great wings.
Regulus stood up on his feet enjoying the elevation as well as the rush of flight with his familiar. He had been quite reckless in his antics when it came to being with Icarus but he had not carried. The great bird always ensured he would be fine or walk away with little more than a mend-able injury.
"WOOOOOOOOOO!" shouted Regulus enjoying the rapid moving wind around him. The lightening flashing behind him and the speed in which they were flying had been all too enjoyable.
Icarus seemed to not the pain in his master and let out a shrill call.
"I'm alright Icarus." said Regulus. "I just needed this badly."
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Red Wood Forest , North America, Wizarding World...(1993)
Thirteen Year Old Regulus Snape had been restless as he wondered alone through the trees of The legendary Red Wood Forest. He had been apparated there by accident, his magical powers seeming to grow out of nowhere despite his young age. He wondered if it had to do with his blood status but no one seemed to know much of anything about familiar heritage in this place.
The focus had been on skill and merit so to speak. The socially awkward preteen wizard had not been well received given his strange status as having been abandoned by his father and where they had originally come from. Much like his father, he had not been well liked at school finding it harder to fit in with the much more brash American youth than his father had with the English wizarding world propriety of his.
Finding that he had been lost, Regulus reached a strange waterfall tucked in the center of a seemingly unassuming place. Due to his awkward footing, as his feet grew much larger than the rest of him at the time, the boy fell down a small hill and hit his head against a tree knocking him unconscious for a bit.
He had not known that he had inadvertently knocked down a nest and with it a small egg. It was the size of the eggs he often saw at the breakfast table but a light blue color with black strange and pulsing veins along the shell. The egg rolled into his shirt pocket and there it stayed nestled into the warmth of his heavily robed torso.
The terrified thirteen year old wizard scrambled to his feet after awakening to find that he had been in the middle of the wilderness and it had gotten dark. Fearing he had given his mother cause to worry and that he would get into trouble with the school,the panicked wizard found himself mysteriously apparating back to the campus. He landed on the grounds and scrambled toward the dorms.
He had not known if any one saw him but he was more than pleased to be alone once more in a familiar place. As he checked himself to ensure that he had no injuries and that his wand had been intact, he noted something hard and oval shaped in his pocket.
Quickly he took it out and examined it.
He had come face to face with the strangest egg he had ever seen and the mystery it represented intrigued him.
For the next several months, Regulus went about studying how to care for eggs and even built it a habitat. He found several books on magical creatures and how to find them, one such book was written by the infamous Newt Scamander.
Needless to say, the boy had been stunned to find he had been in possession of a very rare Leviathan Thunderbird egg. The book taught him about bonding with the animal, lest one hatch and kill the first thing it sees. Or someone unsavory get a hold of the creature and use it's mystical abilities for evil.
Fearing this more than anything given the amount of time and effort he had put into raising it, Regulus fed a bit of his magic to the creature. Before he knew it, the egg hatched and he came face to face with a tiny wet bird with a small chirp and matted, little grown out feathers.
His flesh had been white unlike most birds who were born pink in color. His eyes were large and intently focused on him as it took the first steps out of the egg shell. He opened his rather sharp looking beak and chirped as if in anger.
Fumbling, Regulus did his best to focus on the magical bonding process still using his magic to subdue the strange wild creature.
"I-I am R-Regulus." he said softly before regaining his confidence as the book warned of the bird possibly turning on him due to weakness. "I am Regulus, your new master and you are...Icarus."
The now black eyes of the baby Leviathan Thunderbird became white and it suddenly stepped toward a rather nervous young Regulus. The preteen wizard steeled himself, thinking briefly of what his father would do in this given situation.
"I am your new master, Icarus." said Regulus composing himself as his father would have.
The baby Thunderbird chirped and finally hopped into his lap before resting it's tiny head beneath it's small and flimsy looking wings. The bird didn't look it in it's current state, but it was destined to be a very large and powerful creature that would have the vast sky as it's domain.
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Open Sky, England, Wizarding World...
Regulus leapt into the air riding a gust of wind provided by Icarus' powerful flight. He dived through the air enjoying his hair being blown back by the wind and the cool breeze against his pale skin.
The reckless wizard laughed as Icarus let out a shrill call much like he had when he was a baby.
"Will you relax?...I'm only just getting started." said Regulus amused.
He did a somersault while falling from mid-air and a few other various flips of his body. The rush that filled him had been well worth it as he started to free fall once more, getting dangerously close to the ground.
Icarus gave another shrill cry and the raven haired wizard ignored him. The great Thunderbird dived catching his master before the reckless wizard fell to his death in the wake of his behavior.
The sight of his great right wing had gotten the attention of a few muggles working their family farm. It was all they could see aside from the lightening due to the thick clouds. Sudden rain forced them into their houses and Icarus swooped Regulus back into the sky.
"I knew you'd catch me." he said amused.
Icarus narrowed his bird eyes and let out a loud squawk.
"Whatever you say Icarus." replied Regulus leaning back against the giant bird's spine as if he had been simply lounging in a pool while the Leviathan Thunderbird flew him about at great speeds.
He had been plenty warm during the flight via the massive boat sized feathers all around him.
"Wake me when we get there." said Regulus with a smirk before falling into his nap.
His apparent antics had worn even him out for the time being.
The Leviathan Thunderbird let out another shrill call before focusing on his current flight plan.
His great wings beat amid the clouds as he made the journey toward the small forgotten town of Cokeworth, England.