Harry Potter and the Black Days of Bolderwesh
Chapter 3: The Return of a Darker Dark
Harry slowly woke up to find himself in a dark room, lying on a cold floor. He felt very damp but that was nothing compared to the pain he was feeling. His scar was throbbing full blast now but he managed to stand and walk around the room, searching for an exit. Finding none, he stopped for a moment and pondered his situation.
No wand, no one knows where I am…not even me, he thought. "Voldemort must have done this. Who else would have," Harry muttered
He sighed. He couldn't help but be scared. Without his wand…
Suddenly bright light engulfed the room. Harry had to shield his eyes from the rush of light. A man in navy blue robes had opened the door. He stepped into the room and closed the door. From what Harry could see, he brandished a very long wand and muttered, "Lumen Totus". At that instant, the whole room was filled with a comfortable light and Harry looked around him. He could barely see, as he noticed his glasses were nowhere to be found. By squinting he could make out some details of his surroundings.
He was sitting on the stone floor of a very old hut. It was empty aside from a pile of hay in a far corner. There were no windows, but from the light that entered when the man opened the door, he guessed it was the middle of the day.
"Well, if it isn't Harry Potter. Harry Potter. Just saying that name gives me…mmm, chills," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. For a moment, he sounded like Snape.
Harry stared at the man curiously. To his surprise, the pain in his scar had almost disappeared when the man walked in. His robes were a little shabby, reminding him of his old Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Remus Lupin. They did seem out of place; the style wasn't of the robes you'd usually find.
"Where am I? Who are you?" Harry nervously inquired.
"Why, I'm Tarquin. Don't sound so nervous, Harry. I don't bite," said the man with a slight smile.
"I…I'm not nervous. I'd just like to know where I am, that's all," stammered Harry a little too quickly.
"Well, we're in a farm in the Bracknell Forest, a few miles north of Bagshot," replied Tarquin.
"Bagshot? How long have I been here? I've never heard of Bagshot before," said Harry suspiciously.
"Not many have. You've been here for a few hours. As I said, don't be worried."
"Worried? I'm not worried, just curious," Harry answered.
"Which we all know killed the cat," said Tarquin, smiling a little.
Harry chuckled nervously, but he actually felt a little bit less nervous than he had before. "Why am I here? Honestly, this is very confusing. Did you send Celias?" he asked.
"Celias? Oh yes, him. No wonder you're worried, he can be a little intense," Tarquin replied. Harry snorted. A little intense, he thought, I don't want to know what he thinks is really intense.
"I sent him to fetch you," Tarquin continued, "but you know how imps can be. Mischievous little demons they are. Now, really, I should address why I brought you here."
"By all means, I'd really like to find out soon so I," Harry said with a gulp, "can return to the Dursleys." He almost fell over on his side at what he said but he stared at Tarquin, mentally asking for an answer.
"Oh, of course. Yes, you should be returning soon. Not to worry As for your purpose here, I'm sure you know you have great powers. You defeated Voldemort several times."
"Wait, how do you know about that?" Harry interrupted. He was surprised Tarquin said Voldemort instead of You-Know-Who.
"Word gets around. As I was saying, your power can be of great help to me and the rest of the world. Now brace yourself, I'm going to talk for a while but listen carefully. Voldemort has considerable powers, but several centuries ago there was a wizard who had perhaps double or triple the dark power of Voldemort. He caused massive destruction in the Muggle and wizard worlds of that time," said Tarquin. He paused a moment to see Harry's reaction.
Harry looked puzzled. He said, "I've never heard of a wizard with powers stronger than Voldemort. I thought that was why everyone was so scared of Voldemort when he first rose to power."
"Ah, Harry, there was a catch to this wizard. There was a reason you don't know about him. This wizard was completely unidentified. His power was so great that he was able to make himself COMPLETELY invisible, not just the simple way an invisibility cloak can. A good Auror can find you with that. However, no one caught this him. No one even knew a wizard was causing this devastation, except for a chosen few, his inner circle of advisors. Finally, for some reason, the wizard "disappeared" and the world returned to peaceful conditions. The only information kept on this time period was that a mysterious force caused worldwide destruction to both worlds but most have yet to find out what. However, after all of these years, this wizard is back. No one knows about it except I," Tarquin explained.
"If you know about this wizard, doesn't that mean you were on his side? How did you stay alive so long?" Harry asked.
"I was on the wizard's side in the past and he performed a spell to grant me eternal life. He often created his own spells; his powers gave him that ability. However, one day he killed my family. He cared about his advisors individually; however anyone they cared about meant nothing. I turned away from him and hid for decades in Africa. He never found me, my powers were somewhat great at that point; I had watched him carefully for years to improve in my magic. Now I try to protect the world from him, I always search for signs of his return. I know for certain he has returned but I do not know the present extent of his powers," Tarquin continued.
"What is the name of this wizard?" Harry asked.
"His name is Bolderwesh. His advisors came to call his reign 'The Black Days of Bolderwesh," Tarquin whispered.
Harry let all the information sink in. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't fully believe Tarquin. He had never read anything in History of Magic about a time of destruction hundreds of years ago. He decided he needed more proof of Tarquin's honesty.
"Tarquin, how many years ago did The Black Days of Bolderwesh occur?" Harry inquired.
"I would have to say 600 odd years ago, yes, that is about right," Tarquin replied.
"600? Amazing how long ago that was, Nicolas Flamel was only 45 then. I thought he was the only wizard with eternal life."
Tarquin spat on the ground. His brows furrowed and he had a look of anger in his eyes. "Nicolas Flamel, you say? He was one of Bolderwesh's closest advisors, or so we thought. He was jealous of me. Bolderwesh knew I had greater power, but did not trust me as much as Flamel. However, Bolderwesh saw it fit to teach me the 'Anima Sempiterna' spell first. That is the spell that grants eternal life, naturally it is very difficult and requires a great deal of power. When Flamel heard of this, he could barely contain himself. For all his 45 years of life he had been searching for a spell to give him immortality. I had never even considered the subject of eternal life. It was in the opinion of Flamel that I did not deserve the spell as much as he, and he tried desperately to convince Bolderwesh to teach it to him instead. Bolderwesh paid no attention to him and made it quite clear that as soon as I proved myself, I would be his second in command. The day I was to learn the spell, an enraged Flamel snuck into the area where I would be taught. He stayed there throughout the whole lesson and he too learned the spell and its functions. Naturally he told no one of his treachery. I only found out what he did when I saw him channeling the spell's power into a small red stone. I confronted him, but being the liar he was, he ran to Bolderwesh and concocted a story that I had been teaching him the spell in secret. Bolderwesh was outraged and killed my family. It almost killed me to see all that I cared for gone, and I hated both of them for it. I turned away from the Dark Arts and hid in Africa. From what I heard, Flamel became Bolderwesh's most trusted servant and Flamel was sent to find me. Of course he did not succeed. I heard of Flamel's death from a trusted friend at Hogwarts. I came out of hiding to be overpowered with signs of Bolderwesh's return. I felt some while in seclusion, but I doubted them. I need your help, Harry. Bolderwesh cannot return," Tarquin said.
"Nicolas Flamel wasn't evil! Professor Dumbledore was his partner; they worked together for years! Professor Dumbledore wouldn't trust someone who was evil" Harry exclaimed angrily.
"Harry! Calm down. Perhaps that Flamel changed, but the one I knew, he was a liar, devious, selfish, and evil. I know about Dumbledore. You may not know, but Dumbledore was granted something of an eternal life. A man I once knew, Alfred Hintcher, was a close friend of Dumbledore's. He is dead now, but a few days before his death, he told me Dumbledore was granted five hundred years of life by Flamel. Dumbledore saved Flamel's life one day, that is how the became partners. Flamel could only "thank" him by giving him guaranteed life for a certain amount of time. Dumbledore told only two people of this, Alfred and your father, James. James asked Dumbledore to look after you in case anything happened to him," Tarquin continued as Harry stared on with disbelieving eyes. "You must believe me, Harry. I met your friend Dumbledore once, ask him about me. Tell him what I have told you. Think about helping me."
Harry asked, "And if I choose not to help you? What then? What if your whole story is nothing but a lie?"
"Then do nothing. Do not aid me, I shall manage. You will see though. If Bolderwesh fully rises, the Black Days the world once knew shall once again come, only far darker," Tarquin replied. "When you get back to school, speak to Dumbledore at once. This is all I ask. Then if you choose to help me, you can reach me through telepathic waves. Say this incantation "Dictum Tarquinus" and you can speak to me through your mind. Do you agree?"
Harry pondered this for a moment. He figured he had nothing really to lose, so he decided to go along with Tarquin's request. "Yes, yes, I agree," he stated.
"Wonderful. I hope to hear from you with good news soon, Harry. I am going to send you back to the Dursley's now. Goodbye and good luck," Tarquin said.
Before Harry could say farewell, Tarquin snapped his fingers and he found himself being sucked into a black vacuum. Barely a moment later, he dropped on his bed in the Dursley home.
DISCLAIMER: J.K. Rowling owns anything from the original Harry Potter series. I own Celias, Tarquin, Lumen Totus, Bolderwesh, and Anima Sempiterna.
A/N: Well, here is the third chapter! Quite sorry it took so long, but I had a severe case of writer's block. Please review, I am open to all constructive criticism, suggestions, etc. Look for the fourth chapter soon, I'll try to make it more exciting than this one. :) Happy Reading!
Chapter 3: The Return of a Darker Dark
Harry slowly woke up to find himself in a dark room, lying on a cold floor. He felt very damp but that was nothing compared to the pain he was feeling. His scar was throbbing full blast now but he managed to stand and walk around the room, searching for an exit. Finding none, he stopped for a moment and pondered his situation.
No wand, no one knows where I am…not even me, he thought. "Voldemort must have done this. Who else would have," Harry muttered
He sighed. He couldn't help but be scared. Without his wand…
Suddenly bright light engulfed the room. Harry had to shield his eyes from the rush of light. A man in navy blue robes had opened the door. He stepped into the room and closed the door. From what Harry could see, he brandished a very long wand and muttered, "Lumen Totus". At that instant, the whole room was filled with a comfortable light and Harry looked around him. He could barely see, as he noticed his glasses were nowhere to be found. By squinting he could make out some details of his surroundings.
He was sitting on the stone floor of a very old hut. It was empty aside from a pile of hay in a far corner. There were no windows, but from the light that entered when the man opened the door, he guessed it was the middle of the day.
"Well, if it isn't Harry Potter. Harry Potter. Just saying that name gives me…mmm, chills," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. For a moment, he sounded like Snape.
Harry stared at the man curiously. To his surprise, the pain in his scar had almost disappeared when the man walked in. His robes were a little shabby, reminding him of his old Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Remus Lupin. They did seem out of place; the style wasn't of the robes you'd usually find.
"Where am I? Who are you?" Harry nervously inquired.
"Why, I'm Tarquin. Don't sound so nervous, Harry. I don't bite," said the man with a slight smile.
"I…I'm not nervous. I'd just like to know where I am, that's all," stammered Harry a little too quickly.
"Well, we're in a farm in the Bracknell Forest, a few miles north of Bagshot," replied Tarquin.
"Bagshot? How long have I been here? I've never heard of Bagshot before," said Harry suspiciously.
"Not many have. You've been here for a few hours. As I said, don't be worried."
"Worried? I'm not worried, just curious," Harry answered.
"Which we all know killed the cat," said Tarquin, smiling a little.
Harry chuckled nervously, but he actually felt a little bit less nervous than he had before. "Why am I here? Honestly, this is very confusing. Did you send Celias?" he asked.
"Celias? Oh yes, him. No wonder you're worried, he can be a little intense," Tarquin replied. Harry snorted. A little intense, he thought, I don't want to know what he thinks is really intense.
"I sent him to fetch you," Tarquin continued, "but you know how imps can be. Mischievous little demons they are. Now, really, I should address why I brought you here."
"By all means, I'd really like to find out soon so I," Harry said with a gulp, "can return to the Dursleys." He almost fell over on his side at what he said but he stared at Tarquin, mentally asking for an answer.
"Oh, of course. Yes, you should be returning soon. Not to worry As for your purpose here, I'm sure you know you have great powers. You defeated Voldemort several times."
"Wait, how do you know about that?" Harry interrupted. He was surprised Tarquin said Voldemort instead of You-Know-Who.
"Word gets around. As I was saying, your power can be of great help to me and the rest of the world. Now brace yourself, I'm going to talk for a while but listen carefully. Voldemort has considerable powers, but several centuries ago there was a wizard who had perhaps double or triple the dark power of Voldemort. He caused massive destruction in the Muggle and wizard worlds of that time," said Tarquin. He paused a moment to see Harry's reaction.
Harry looked puzzled. He said, "I've never heard of a wizard with powers stronger than Voldemort. I thought that was why everyone was so scared of Voldemort when he first rose to power."
"Ah, Harry, there was a catch to this wizard. There was a reason you don't know about him. This wizard was completely unidentified. His power was so great that he was able to make himself COMPLETELY invisible, not just the simple way an invisibility cloak can. A good Auror can find you with that. However, no one caught this him. No one even knew a wizard was causing this devastation, except for a chosen few, his inner circle of advisors. Finally, for some reason, the wizard "disappeared" and the world returned to peaceful conditions. The only information kept on this time period was that a mysterious force caused worldwide destruction to both worlds but most have yet to find out what. However, after all of these years, this wizard is back. No one knows about it except I," Tarquin explained.
"If you know about this wizard, doesn't that mean you were on his side? How did you stay alive so long?" Harry asked.
"I was on the wizard's side in the past and he performed a spell to grant me eternal life. He often created his own spells; his powers gave him that ability. However, one day he killed my family. He cared about his advisors individually; however anyone they cared about meant nothing. I turned away from him and hid for decades in Africa. He never found me, my powers were somewhat great at that point; I had watched him carefully for years to improve in my magic. Now I try to protect the world from him, I always search for signs of his return. I know for certain he has returned but I do not know the present extent of his powers," Tarquin continued.
"What is the name of this wizard?" Harry asked.
"His name is Bolderwesh. His advisors came to call his reign 'The Black Days of Bolderwesh," Tarquin whispered.
Harry let all the information sink in. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't fully believe Tarquin. He had never read anything in History of Magic about a time of destruction hundreds of years ago. He decided he needed more proof of Tarquin's honesty.
"Tarquin, how many years ago did The Black Days of Bolderwesh occur?" Harry inquired.
"I would have to say 600 odd years ago, yes, that is about right," Tarquin replied.
"600? Amazing how long ago that was, Nicolas Flamel was only 45 then. I thought he was the only wizard with eternal life."
Tarquin spat on the ground. His brows furrowed and he had a look of anger in his eyes. "Nicolas Flamel, you say? He was one of Bolderwesh's closest advisors, or so we thought. He was jealous of me. Bolderwesh knew I had greater power, but did not trust me as much as Flamel. However, Bolderwesh saw it fit to teach me the 'Anima Sempiterna' spell first. That is the spell that grants eternal life, naturally it is very difficult and requires a great deal of power. When Flamel heard of this, he could barely contain himself. For all his 45 years of life he had been searching for a spell to give him immortality. I had never even considered the subject of eternal life. It was in the opinion of Flamel that I did not deserve the spell as much as he, and he tried desperately to convince Bolderwesh to teach it to him instead. Bolderwesh paid no attention to him and made it quite clear that as soon as I proved myself, I would be his second in command. The day I was to learn the spell, an enraged Flamel snuck into the area where I would be taught. He stayed there throughout the whole lesson and he too learned the spell and its functions. Naturally he told no one of his treachery. I only found out what he did when I saw him channeling the spell's power into a small red stone. I confronted him, but being the liar he was, he ran to Bolderwesh and concocted a story that I had been teaching him the spell in secret. Bolderwesh was outraged and killed my family. It almost killed me to see all that I cared for gone, and I hated both of them for it. I turned away from the Dark Arts and hid in Africa. From what I heard, Flamel became Bolderwesh's most trusted servant and Flamel was sent to find me. Of course he did not succeed. I heard of Flamel's death from a trusted friend at Hogwarts. I came out of hiding to be overpowered with signs of Bolderwesh's return. I felt some while in seclusion, but I doubted them. I need your help, Harry. Bolderwesh cannot return," Tarquin said.
"Nicolas Flamel wasn't evil! Professor Dumbledore was his partner; they worked together for years! Professor Dumbledore wouldn't trust someone who was evil" Harry exclaimed angrily.
"Harry! Calm down. Perhaps that Flamel changed, but the one I knew, he was a liar, devious, selfish, and evil. I know about Dumbledore. You may not know, but Dumbledore was granted something of an eternal life. A man I once knew, Alfred Hintcher, was a close friend of Dumbledore's. He is dead now, but a few days before his death, he told me Dumbledore was granted five hundred years of life by Flamel. Dumbledore saved Flamel's life one day, that is how the became partners. Flamel could only "thank" him by giving him guaranteed life for a certain amount of time. Dumbledore told only two people of this, Alfred and your father, James. James asked Dumbledore to look after you in case anything happened to him," Tarquin continued as Harry stared on with disbelieving eyes. "You must believe me, Harry. I met your friend Dumbledore once, ask him about me. Tell him what I have told you. Think about helping me."
Harry asked, "And if I choose not to help you? What then? What if your whole story is nothing but a lie?"
"Then do nothing. Do not aid me, I shall manage. You will see though. If Bolderwesh fully rises, the Black Days the world once knew shall once again come, only far darker," Tarquin replied. "When you get back to school, speak to Dumbledore at once. This is all I ask. Then if you choose to help me, you can reach me through telepathic waves. Say this incantation "Dictum Tarquinus" and you can speak to me through your mind. Do you agree?"
Harry pondered this for a moment. He figured he had nothing really to lose, so he decided to go along with Tarquin's request. "Yes, yes, I agree," he stated.
"Wonderful. I hope to hear from you with good news soon, Harry. I am going to send you back to the Dursley's now. Goodbye and good luck," Tarquin said.
Before Harry could say farewell, Tarquin snapped his fingers and he found himself being sucked into a black vacuum. Barely a moment later, he dropped on his bed in the Dursley home.
DISCLAIMER: J.K. Rowling owns anything from the original Harry Potter series. I own Celias, Tarquin, Lumen Totus, Bolderwesh, and Anima Sempiterna.
A/N: Well, here is the third chapter! Quite sorry it took so long, but I had a severe case of writer's block. Please review, I am open to all constructive criticism, suggestions, etc. Look for the fourth chapter soon, I'll try to make it more exciting than this one. :) Happy Reading!