"I still don't believe it." Harry murmured walking up the Grand staircase towards the room of Isolde Devlin with an exceptionally quick pace, his wand actually withdrawn and his breathing a bit heavy. Harry felt slightly embarrassed walking past so many female members of the Collegium even when he was here trying to find a killer. He practically flushed red passing at least one girl in a bathrobe whom looked horrified to have her Whistler's giant clam face spotted by a guy.
"I'm telling you Isolde and Baal were not the happy cheerful couple that everyone made them out to be…especially Isolde. I won't feel exactly comfortable accusing her of it but it all fits including her asking your friend out, probably to help." Cho said before she blinked as both Harry and Hermione stopped in their tracks and looked at her with a surprised stare.
"You can't honestly…" Harry began before he stopped and shook his head at his own doubts, Ron was NOT a murderer and it was both insane and very disturbing to think anyone could accuse him of being so.
"Ron would never help kill someone!" Hermione shook her head with an exasperated look, her flowered dress slightly swaying as she did so.
Harry nodded as he looked at Hermione and could tell the conflict on her face, she'd been stony silent since she'd helped with the truth serum and Harry could tell she wasn't going to be forgiving either Ron or himself any time soon. Young Potter wondered where exactly Ron had gone off to anyway after that fiasco. They'd looked for him half through the dorm before heading off without him. Harry just assumed he was out on one of his rides on his new broom as well. He'd spent all summer taking fast rides through the sky on that thing.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" rang through the entirety of the dorm, the distinctly recognizable male force shattering that line of thought.
"RON!" Harry shouted as he began running for the room. Suddenly all the troubles of college didn't matter; he didn't want to play for a team who so blatantly violated bludger rules like the Dragons, he didn't want to become a professional quidditch player, he could just as easily abandon this school and never go back if Ron was safe.
Harry kicked then open the door of the dorm-house as he came face to face with a breathtakingly beautiful angelic creature who with her beautiful sparkling skin, lovely green eyes, and sensual bat-wings immediately assaulted Harry's conscience like a brick to the head. Harry looked down at Ron for a second underneath her as he saw her fangs glisten and shaking away his head he pointed his wand at the creature and screamed.
"KOROTH ENTANGELIS SHEETS!" the phoenix feather wand causing suddenly Isolde Devlin's bed sheets to wrap around her like a snake.
"RON!" Hermione called, not far behind Harry as she much sooner than he had her wand pulled and aimed square at the succubus's heart.
"PYROS PRISMATIC SPARKS!" the beautiful witch cried as a stream of rainbow colored sparkles filled the air and rained across the demoness like fireworks only a lot more painful.
"AH!" Ron said grappling for his own wand before screaming something in Latin and a lightning bolt fully formed streaked out at Isolde, destroying the bed sheets but only seeming to burn her a bit.
A succubus Harry was shocked to recognize the creature, the spiritual cousin of the Dementors but dealing with Lust and the desire to drain everything out of a man but raw desire, leaving nothing but a slave. They could also take a man's soul in the act of passion, which Harry was having very little difficulty finding not funny in the slightest when applied to his friend Ron.
"FOG OF AZAELOTH!" Isolde screamed. Her hair now wild blood red scarlet curls that Harry recognized was fire at the end. Her mouth opened impossibly wide as black chocking mist began to shoot out of it. Poison gas Harry realized, instinctively pulling his shirt to his mouth even though he knew that wouldn't work.
"STAND BACK!" Cho said "FOUR WINDS PUSH!" and pointed her wand as a small tornado seemed to spiral out of it and force the black fog around the demonic but still achingly lovely creature Harry was trying to get out of his heads.
"COMBINE YOUR WANDS! USE THE FIREBALL SPELL WE USED AT MY PARENTS HOUSE FOR NEW YEARS!" Ron shouted as he saw Isolde leap at him.
"PYROS INFERNO INCINDERATE!" Harry and Hermione shouted with Ron before the spell Mister Weasely taught them for making charcoal out of ordinary wood fast blasted and a brief shriek was heard before the creature exploded in a shower of embers, turned back into the base magical substance she was born from. Harry blinked seeing the claws reptilian hands that would have torn surely Ron's throat out.
"See, this is why I would never sleep with a girl on the first date." Ron shook his head as he began to look for something to cover his bare chest and began immediately suiting up his belt again.
***
Philip fell to the ground on his knees in the rain falling around him as he tried to shake his head clear.
"Whats…happening." He cried tears as he held his pounding head and looked on in horror to the reflection staring up at him from the pool, the reflection was one of a man dressed in an almost Nazi-esque uniform holding a wand. The man's eyes were not human and were indeed distinctly inhuman with their serpentine yellow.
"I have waited a long time for you Philip. You will carry my vessel to the next millennium and beyond." Octavian Grindelwald smiled as he suddenly reached his hand out of the reflection and grasped the American by the throat, pulling him down towards the puddle where Philip's face was pressed against the water that was bubbling due to his breath funneled onto the ground.
When Philip managed to pull back up from the puddle he looked around himself with a grin and let out a cold heartless laugh toward the collegium around him.
"Such beautiful toys Wizards have woven for themselves. To think that they have tried to improve upon what God made in seven days in their pitiful fifty thousand years of civilization. I suppose I will have to undo….all of that." The distinctly Austrian accented voice said as he got up and lifted his wand, which burned in his hands at the evil that wielded it instead of the good.
"ACCIO UNIFORM!" Octavian smiled as Philip's body was now covered in that of the General he had been for the Axis, altered for the sensibilities of a stylish wizard of course.
It was then lightning began to rain down, and the screaming began.
***
Harry first noticed something was amiss amidst the judicious amount of hugging that was going on between Hermione, Ron, and him along with congratulations to Cho for her quick thinking in the whole affair. Harry scarcely noted the huge sounding booms of thunder outside followed by flashes of light, which said lightning was less than a mile away until he noticed that Philip's rabbit was pulling at his cloak.
"What?" Harry looked down at the bunny whose eyes were filled with a type of mute horror.
"Unfortunately the small Loa of the Rabbit people Hermes is trying to convey despite your work here in dispatching this odious creature…there is much more to be done and I fear it must be done soon with considerable risk to your all too brief mortal lives." The voice was coming from the doorway and whom Harry saw almost put Isolde to shame with her beauty. The woman was not as inhumanly well proportioned or possessed of the same unearthly ability to mesmerize but she crackled with a power that Harry was instantly smitten by. Everyone else in the room looked upon her in a different way but with equal awe. She was wearing a beautiful gown of medieval style that a red cloak hung around with a hood but that did not cover her long black curls, which barely hid her white smooth skinned face. She was tall but not exceptionally so.
"Morgana" Ron said as Harry blinked, recognizing her too from her trading card which had told him she was headmistress here but somehow the already beautiful living portrait of her failed to convey something, what could she need from the Boy-who-lived? He thought half mockingly. He wasn't even that good of a wizard. It was then he started noticing the lightning and thunder was occurring about three times every second around him.
"What the…" Harry turned round as he saw Hermione was already doing so, Ron was still looking at Morgana.
The woman who had supposedly due to Muggle blasphemous tomes destroyed the kingdom of Camelot which Hermione had been happy to point out was grossly untrue and merely the work of biased witches walked up toward them before picking up the rabbit in her hands and blinking her deep brown eyes "The Arch-wizard Grindelwald has returned young Master Potter, Miss Granger, Sir Wealsey, Lady Chang. Albus tried to warn me against his ressurection but unfortunately I paid him too little heed until it was too late and even now he has taken on powers that I cannot combat by myself and my brother wizards are simply doing their best to protect students but one thing is certain; his power will grow with the terror and carnage he inflicts."
Harry blinked as he heard cries outside and Hermione looked "Peter there's a dragon floating around the island…."
"Six dragons." Ron recounted as Hermione made a sharp intake of breath, she had a mortal fear of Dragons ever since a Hugarian Horntail had mistaken her for a sacrificial pure maiden while the friends had been visiting Ron's cousin in Romania.
"Why us?" Harry asked, he wasn't afraid or at least could control his fear but he wasn't sure why destiny kept choosing him of all people to attack dark wizards.
"Albus said you were the best for the job and I do not doubt it." Morgana Le Fey said simply.
Harry nodded 'Okay that's good enough for me…it shouldn't be but it is.' Harry sucked in his breath and looked at Cho who nodded at him.
"Okay where do we start?" Cho asked.
"Why do you have Philip's rabbit?" Hermione blinked and looked at the Lady Morgana who could only shake her head and beckon. Harry swallowed an intake of breath and followed, having a very bad feeling about what he was going to see.
***
Octavian Grindelwald carried his book to his side as he waved his wand causally and conjured horrors from the shadows as he turned toads into slavering cannibalistic beasts and the lightning danced around him like the choir it was to him. In his serpentine tongue he spoke to the dragons, the basiliks he would make from chicken eggs into full-grown adults in moments, and the wizards he would call to for his new army and rewrite the very foundations of their personality from the base square upwards. The Parsel-tongue had spent fifty years trapped within a tome with nothing but accursed memories and his intellect to comfort him until the boy had touched his tome and he had sensed power finally suitable to his form.
'The foolish incompetents at the Ministry had presumed because I took none of them over that I could not have done so at any time…..no only now after decades of pondering the Prime Magic and divorcing myself of impediments to it's mastery like the memories of love and compassion…friendship….the things that weaker humans needed to survive in a cold, chaos, and chaotic world….was I, Grindelwald ready to begin the domination of the world anew.' Grindelwald thought as he made his plans, starting with England and moving from country to country he would kill a million men his first week and ten million by the end of the year. He would drain their life-forces to become something immortal and godlike beyond even what he had already achieved, the weak-willed would give authority over to the strong, it was the way of things.
"Grindelwald." The voice of a young boy that Octavian scanned the memories of his honored host's memory for revealed him as Harry Potter, the killer of a man whom Octavian had given the name "Flight of Death" and only a fraction of the secrets of inflicting fear, terror, and horror to subdue the masses….yet who had scared the wizardry world in a way none other could because Octavian had hid his abilities that they only feared him more than they had any other being before him.
Turning his golden serpents eyes he beheld the motley crew of children Albus Dumbledore had appointed his successors now that he was lying dying in a hospital bed, immobilized to bear witness to the rise of the New Order that exalted everything that Octavian wished for; the extermination of the Squibs, the enslavement and eventual purification of all Muggles, and the ascension of all wizards who wielded the prime magic to the state of godhood.
"You are too late you know. I am far too powerful to stop. Your friend is also dead." Octavian smiled as they removed their wands and he tossed his tome to one side, the empty vessel for his essence for he had become the words written within.
"Very well…it has been too many years since I have fought a proper duel. Let us see what stuff your pathetic little minds are made of."
"I'm telling you Isolde and Baal were not the happy cheerful couple that everyone made them out to be…especially Isolde. I won't feel exactly comfortable accusing her of it but it all fits including her asking your friend out, probably to help." Cho said before she blinked as both Harry and Hermione stopped in their tracks and looked at her with a surprised stare.
"You can't honestly…" Harry began before he stopped and shook his head at his own doubts, Ron was NOT a murderer and it was both insane and very disturbing to think anyone could accuse him of being so.
"Ron would never help kill someone!" Hermione shook her head with an exasperated look, her flowered dress slightly swaying as she did so.
Harry nodded as he looked at Hermione and could tell the conflict on her face, she'd been stony silent since she'd helped with the truth serum and Harry could tell she wasn't going to be forgiving either Ron or himself any time soon. Young Potter wondered where exactly Ron had gone off to anyway after that fiasco. They'd looked for him half through the dorm before heading off without him. Harry just assumed he was out on one of his rides on his new broom as well. He'd spent all summer taking fast rides through the sky on that thing.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" rang through the entirety of the dorm, the distinctly recognizable male force shattering that line of thought.
"RON!" Harry shouted as he began running for the room. Suddenly all the troubles of college didn't matter; he didn't want to play for a team who so blatantly violated bludger rules like the Dragons, he didn't want to become a professional quidditch player, he could just as easily abandon this school and never go back if Ron was safe.
Harry kicked then open the door of the dorm-house as he came face to face with a breathtakingly beautiful angelic creature who with her beautiful sparkling skin, lovely green eyes, and sensual bat-wings immediately assaulted Harry's conscience like a brick to the head. Harry looked down at Ron for a second underneath her as he saw her fangs glisten and shaking away his head he pointed his wand at the creature and screamed.
"KOROTH ENTANGELIS SHEETS!" the phoenix feather wand causing suddenly Isolde Devlin's bed sheets to wrap around her like a snake.
"RON!" Hermione called, not far behind Harry as she much sooner than he had her wand pulled and aimed square at the succubus's heart.
"PYROS PRISMATIC SPARKS!" the beautiful witch cried as a stream of rainbow colored sparkles filled the air and rained across the demoness like fireworks only a lot more painful.
"AH!" Ron said grappling for his own wand before screaming something in Latin and a lightning bolt fully formed streaked out at Isolde, destroying the bed sheets but only seeming to burn her a bit.
A succubus Harry was shocked to recognize the creature, the spiritual cousin of the Dementors but dealing with Lust and the desire to drain everything out of a man but raw desire, leaving nothing but a slave. They could also take a man's soul in the act of passion, which Harry was having very little difficulty finding not funny in the slightest when applied to his friend Ron.
"FOG OF AZAELOTH!" Isolde screamed. Her hair now wild blood red scarlet curls that Harry recognized was fire at the end. Her mouth opened impossibly wide as black chocking mist began to shoot out of it. Poison gas Harry realized, instinctively pulling his shirt to his mouth even though he knew that wouldn't work.
"STAND BACK!" Cho said "FOUR WINDS PUSH!" and pointed her wand as a small tornado seemed to spiral out of it and force the black fog around the demonic but still achingly lovely creature Harry was trying to get out of his heads.
"COMBINE YOUR WANDS! USE THE FIREBALL SPELL WE USED AT MY PARENTS HOUSE FOR NEW YEARS!" Ron shouted as he saw Isolde leap at him.
"PYROS INFERNO INCINDERATE!" Harry and Hermione shouted with Ron before the spell Mister Weasely taught them for making charcoal out of ordinary wood fast blasted and a brief shriek was heard before the creature exploded in a shower of embers, turned back into the base magical substance she was born from. Harry blinked seeing the claws reptilian hands that would have torn surely Ron's throat out.
"See, this is why I would never sleep with a girl on the first date." Ron shook his head as he began to look for something to cover his bare chest and began immediately suiting up his belt again.
***
Philip fell to the ground on his knees in the rain falling around him as he tried to shake his head clear.
"Whats…happening." He cried tears as he held his pounding head and looked on in horror to the reflection staring up at him from the pool, the reflection was one of a man dressed in an almost Nazi-esque uniform holding a wand. The man's eyes were not human and were indeed distinctly inhuman with their serpentine yellow.
"I have waited a long time for you Philip. You will carry my vessel to the next millennium and beyond." Octavian Grindelwald smiled as he suddenly reached his hand out of the reflection and grasped the American by the throat, pulling him down towards the puddle where Philip's face was pressed against the water that was bubbling due to his breath funneled onto the ground.
When Philip managed to pull back up from the puddle he looked around himself with a grin and let out a cold heartless laugh toward the collegium around him.
"Such beautiful toys Wizards have woven for themselves. To think that they have tried to improve upon what God made in seven days in their pitiful fifty thousand years of civilization. I suppose I will have to undo….all of that." The distinctly Austrian accented voice said as he got up and lifted his wand, which burned in his hands at the evil that wielded it instead of the good.
"ACCIO UNIFORM!" Octavian smiled as Philip's body was now covered in that of the General he had been for the Axis, altered for the sensibilities of a stylish wizard of course.
It was then lightning began to rain down, and the screaming began.
***
Harry first noticed something was amiss amidst the judicious amount of hugging that was going on between Hermione, Ron, and him along with congratulations to Cho for her quick thinking in the whole affair. Harry scarcely noted the huge sounding booms of thunder outside followed by flashes of light, which said lightning was less than a mile away until he noticed that Philip's rabbit was pulling at his cloak.
"What?" Harry looked down at the bunny whose eyes were filled with a type of mute horror.
"Unfortunately the small Loa of the Rabbit people Hermes is trying to convey despite your work here in dispatching this odious creature…there is much more to be done and I fear it must be done soon with considerable risk to your all too brief mortal lives." The voice was coming from the doorway and whom Harry saw almost put Isolde to shame with her beauty. The woman was not as inhumanly well proportioned or possessed of the same unearthly ability to mesmerize but she crackled with a power that Harry was instantly smitten by. Everyone else in the room looked upon her in a different way but with equal awe. She was wearing a beautiful gown of medieval style that a red cloak hung around with a hood but that did not cover her long black curls, which barely hid her white smooth skinned face. She was tall but not exceptionally so.
"Morgana" Ron said as Harry blinked, recognizing her too from her trading card which had told him she was headmistress here but somehow the already beautiful living portrait of her failed to convey something, what could she need from the Boy-who-lived? He thought half mockingly. He wasn't even that good of a wizard. It was then he started noticing the lightning and thunder was occurring about three times every second around him.
"What the…" Harry turned round as he saw Hermione was already doing so, Ron was still looking at Morgana.
The woman who had supposedly due to Muggle blasphemous tomes destroyed the kingdom of Camelot which Hermione had been happy to point out was grossly untrue and merely the work of biased witches walked up toward them before picking up the rabbit in her hands and blinking her deep brown eyes "The Arch-wizard Grindelwald has returned young Master Potter, Miss Granger, Sir Wealsey, Lady Chang. Albus tried to warn me against his ressurection but unfortunately I paid him too little heed until it was too late and even now he has taken on powers that I cannot combat by myself and my brother wizards are simply doing their best to protect students but one thing is certain; his power will grow with the terror and carnage he inflicts."
Harry blinked as he heard cries outside and Hermione looked "Peter there's a dragon floating around the island…."
"Six dragons." Ron recounted as Hermione made a sharp intake of breath, she had a mortal fear of Dragons ever since a Hugarian Horntail had mistaken her for a sacrificial pure maiden while the friends had been visiting Ron's cousin in Romania.
"Why us?" Harry asked, he wasn't afraid or at least could control his fear but he wasn't sure why destiny kept choosing him of all people to attack dark wizards.
"Albus said you were the best for the job and I do not doubt it." Morgana Le Fey said simply.
Harry nodded 'Okay that's good enough for me…it shouldn't be but it is.' Harry sucked in his breath and looked at Cho who nodded at him.
"Okay where do we start?" Cho asked.
"Why do you have Philip's rabbit?" Hermione blinked and looked at the Lady Morgana who could only shake her head and beckon. Harry swallowed an intake of breath and followed, having a very bad feeling about what he was going to see.
***
Octavian Grindelwald carried his book to his side as he waved his wand causally and conjured horrors from the shadows as he turned toads into slavering cannibalistic beasts and the lightning danced around him like the choir it was to him. In his serpentine tongue he spoke to the dragons, the basiliks he would make from chicken eggs into full-grown adults in moments, and the wizards he would call to for his new army and rewrite the very foundations of their personality from the base square upwards. The Parsel-tongue had spent fifty years trapped within a tome with nothing but accursed memories and his intellect to comfort him until the boy had touched his tome and he had sensed power finally suitable to his form.
'The foolish incompetents at the Ministry had presumed because I took none of them over that I could not have done so at any time…..no only now after decades of pondering the Prime Magic and divorcing myself of impediments to it's mastery like the memories of love and compassion…friendship….the things that weaker humans needed to survive in a cold, chaos, and chaotic world….was I, Grindelwald ready to begin the domination of the world anew.' Grindelwald thought as he made his plans, starting with England and moving from country to country he would kill a million men his first week and ten million by the end of the year. He would drain their life-forces to become something immortal and godlike beyond even what he had already achieved, the weak-willed would give authority over to the strong, it was the way of things.
"Grindelwald." The voice of a young boy that Octavian scanned the memories of his honored host's memory for revealed him as Harry Potter, the killer of a man whom Octavian had given the name "Flight of Death" and only a fraction of the secrets of inflicting fear, terror, and horror to subdue the masses….yet who had scared the wizardry world in a way none other could because Octavian had hid his abilities that they only feared him more than they had any other being before him.
Turning his golden serpents eyes he beheld the motley crew of children Albus Dumbledore had appointed his successors now that he was lying dying in a hospital bed, immobilized to bear witness to the rise of the New Order that exalted everything that Octavian wished for; the extermination of the Squibs, the enslavement and eventual purification of all Muggles, and the ascension of all wizards who wielded the prime magic to the state of godhood.
"You are too late you know. I am far too powerful to stop. Your friend is also dead." Octavian smiled as they removed their wands and he tossed his tome to one side, the empty vessel for his essence for he had become the words written within.
"Very well…it has been too many years since I have fought a proper duel. Let us see what stuff your pathetic little minds are made of."