Before word - Heya! NightMareSorrow here, just wanting to speak a bit before you start my story, and say a few words. first off, i do NOT own Harry Potter, characters associated with the official books or movies, or anything other then a few OC characters. that belongs to J.K. herself. i ALSO do not own Wizard101, that is Kingsisle's sole job there, though i'd love to have it. i also wish to say this is the first Harry Potter / Wizard101 crossover i've tried, so please dont hesitate to leave a review of the first chapter! if you try and troll, prepare to meet the bottom of my boot though. anyways, here is the first chapter of the Ravenwood Magus series! enjoy!
Harry Potter and the Death School
Ravenwood Magus Series, Book One
Chapter 1: Gringotts and the Owl
The Universe began in the Original World with the movements of three brothers, different all three, but brothers all the same. Titans, they were called, powerful entities symbolizing an element each. The first of the brothers, Dragon, was a master of the skies and Fire, using Magic to summon flames to strike his foes. The second, Triton, was a symbol of the Storms, and his rage was like the tempests he summoned, drowning all those who stood against him. The final brother, Giant, was as cold and cruel as the Ice he wielded, leaving his enemies frozen in his wake.
The brothers three, all feeling they were stronger, began to fight, to prove the other brothers that they deserved to rule over the rest. Dragon faced Giant in battle, burning away his ice, while Triton faced him from the other side, quenching his flames in the waters of the Storms. Giant, likewise, would strike at Triton, freezing those waters to ice, and using them as his shields and swords. Thus started the Fracture, as the Universe would slowly crumble and be destroyed, parts of the larger World they inhabited splitting off, and becoming lost.
Bartleby, the Great Tree of Magic, and his Sister, Grandmother Raven, saw into the future the destruction of the Universe should the fight continue, and so used ancient Magic, singing the Song of Creation, singing the brothers to sleep, so that the world may not perish. But alas, it was too late to save it, and so instead sung the world to pieces, all connected by Magic and creating the Spiral Door. The Worlds, no longer fully connected, were isolated for ages, before a wizard was born, Merle Ambrose, who studied much magic and the Universe itself, and soon discovered the Spiral Keys, which opened the locks of doors in what was called the Spiral, and came upon Bartleby, who, together with the wizard, decided to teach others the magics of the Spiral, and so co-founded the Ravenwood Academy for Magical Arts. The magic they taught, however, was stronger then any mere wand or staff could perform, and so Bartleby again sung the Song of Creation, and made the magic into cards, powerful Foci that a witch/wizard could use in addition to a wand or other Foci to summon and cast their magic. The magic of the Spiral allowed wizards to channel various elements, originally that of Ice, Storm, or Fire, though magics between the elements soon arose, such as Death, Life, and Myth. The most recent being that of Balance, the epicenter of how all magic becomes in the end.
Our story, however, does not begin in these wondrous worlds, full of magic and adventure, and learning of a special sort. No, our story begins in one of the worlds lost to the Spiral, drifted far from its reach and influence, but never disconnected entirely. A small world called Earth, lost in its own solar system, and on this world, a small location called England, London to be exact, in a hidden alcove where a different magic hides it from the eyes of those who could not use it. In this alcove, standing before a large white monument of a building, stood a giant of a man wearing a large brown coat of a size no normal human could achieve, with brown hair like a wild bush. Beside him is the focus of our story, a small, scrawny child, barely eleven years of age, with black hair, bright green eyes, like emeralds glistening in the starlight, and wearing much to big for him clothes, stood little Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, chosen one, or so they say. He was dwarfed by the man beside him, named Hagrid, as they walked up the steps of the white building.
"Hagrid, where are we?" asked Harry, looking around the inside of the building, which, if Harry was correct, was a bank of some sort, though he wasn't sure. Hagrid simply smiled, and motioned to the tellers.
"This here is Gringotts Bank, 'Arry. Best bank in the world for Wizards, and the safest place in the world, besides Hogwarts that is, probably no safer place then there, what with Dumbledore being Headmaster." he said, stepping up to the first teller "Hello, I'm here with Harry Potter to access his vault for school supplies" he told the oddly ugly being, who Harry still didn't know what it was.
"and does Mr. Potter have his vault key?" asked the male voiced being, looking at the larger man with obvious annoyance. Hagrid nods, and begins to search his pockets "got it here somewhere" he muttered, searching for another two minutes before coming up with two keys "ah, there we go, I also need to access Vault 713." he added, handing the two keys to the being, who nodded and stepped off the tellers stand, putting a 'closed' sign on it "I will take Mr. Potter to his vault, Griphook!" called the short ugly male, watching another come up to them "escort Mr. Hagrid to vault 713, then return him here, or outside should he prefer" he ordered. Meanwhile, Harry looked up at Hagrid, curiosity all over his face.
"Hagrid, what exactly are they?" he asked quietly, so as not to seem rude to the two beings. Hagrid gruffly snorted, and looked down at the young wizard to be.
"Goblins, 'Arry, Goblins. They run the bank and guard its vaults, you'd be crazy to try and rob them, nasty they can be." he warned the boy, before Griphook stepped up and motioned Hagrid to follow him.
"This way, please." he said, though seemed even more annoyed then the other Goblin had. As they left, Harry looked to the first Goblin, who gave him a small bow "Mr. Potter, if you would be so kind as to come with me, there is much to discuss as we access your vaults." he said, moving to lead the child behind the counters and to the carts. As they walked, the Goblin spoke "you may call me Teller Razorfang, Mr. Potter, and may I ask why the oaf of a pawn has your vault key?" he asked the boy, giving him a side glance.
Harry looked a bit concerned if he should defend Hagrid "well, I'm not really sure, Teller Razorfang." he said softly "I didn't even know I was a wizard until last night, when he broke down my relatives front door and gave me my Hogwarts letter" he admitted, which the Goblin nodded to "that seems to fit the rumors we had been hearing from the Muggle World, really." he said. "Mr. Potter, I do have to ask before we access the carts, but are you aware of the magic leeching off your core?" he asked, stopping to turn to the boy barely smaller then himself. He personally found it repulsive that a respected family's last heir was so scrawny, and in clothes that clearly didn't fit. But the wards had gone off around his entrance, and this was not the first time. They had first gotten tagged like this when the Lestrange woman had put a cup in her vault, which they had investigated and found a foul piece of magic that nearly broke the treaty the Goblins had with Wizards. The tagged magic was destroyed, and the vault fined heavily, leaving them almost broke. The fact the wards tagged the boy sent signals to all goblins to be aware of the boy, and that caution was needed.
"What magic? I didn't know anything was leeching off me...is that bad?" Harry asked, trying to look smaller in case that yes, it was a bad thing for him, and that he might get kicked out, or worse. The Goblin simply nods his head "yes, it could be. If you would like, I could have you taken to a Healer before we access your vault, so that you may check it over with them to see if its worrisome or not." he offered, which the boy nodded his head to. Turning from the carts, Razorfang led the young wizard into the deeper parts of the Goblin Nation, and to the goblin healers, who seemed annoyed a teller brought a human into their sacred midst...until they scanned the boy, then the annoyance turned to absolute rage, and demanded who would do such a thing to a child, as the Goblins hold children sacred in their culture. Harry seemed confused as the healers raged and stormed from the room, all yelling something in a language he couldn't understand, so turned to Razorfang, who seemed to be almost purple in rage.
"It seems, young Potter, that I was right, when the wards tripped as you entered. That magic leeching off of you is of the darkest and most foul magics this world has ever produced, and no, you didn't put it there, nor are you blamed." he said, adding the last part as he clearly sees the boy afraid not just of his words, but of HIM in general. Harry relaxed slightly at the reassurance he wasn't in trouble for something, and looked at Razorfang curiously.
"What is the magic, exactly? Those other goblins looked like they were ready to murder someone" he asked softly, looking towards the door in case they came back. Razorfang simply nodded, chuckling darkly "of course they did, Mr. Potter, cause they ARE ready to murder someone, specifically whoever was idiotic enough to put a piece of their Soul into your forehead." he said "the magic is of the blackest order, called a Horcrux. The Blackest of magical arts, for to create one, you must commit murder, and perform a ritual to split your soul in two, and put part of it in the object. Living Horcrux aren't normally made, and are extremely dangerous, for if the soul shard is strong enough, it could possess the Host, and make them a second of the one who made it. However, it seems you were lucky, for the shard is smaller then a half a soul, meaning that that Dark Lord has made several more then the one we destroyed a few years ago." he explained, and then coughed lightly "excuse me, I must talk with a superior about this. Please do not leave this room till a healer returns or I do." he said, and exits the room, leaving Harry alone. Harry looked around the room, idly examining everything without leaving his spot. There are so many different things for healing here...wonder if the Wizarding World has some of these? He thought to himself, watching a jar of what might have been slime wiggle slightly, and shivered, taking his eyes off it. As he sat there, he held up his left hand, and in his palm appeared a small golden card. He never knew it was Magic, which his aunt and uncle said didn't exist, but he never believed it, not fully. After all, no normal kid can just make a card appear in their hand, right? He looked the card over again, a golden card that radiated power to him, and made something in him sing in joy. The card wasn't something super happy or cute, but the words "Wraith" written across the top brought him peace for some odd reason. Once, when he was running from Dudley and his gang, he thought he actually saw the same undead, Reaper like Wraith on the card beckoning him to a side alley, and then hide him with its cloak. He hadn't gotten caught that night by Dudley, but ended up in his cupboard for being 'freakish' again, as Dudley claimed he vanished from sight right in front of him. As he sat there, lost in his minds reminiscing of the past few years, he never noticed the Goblin Healer poke his head in, and nearly gasp at seeing the golden card. He closed the door again, and waddled off, for he now had to make a special call to an old friend of the Nation.
Harry was later shook from his thoughts, card having long vanished, as Razorfang entered the room again, and looked him over "Mr. Potter, I am to bring you before the King of Gringotts, I do expect you to behave and be civil, am I clear?" he asked, to which the human nodded, moving to get off his seat and follow the Goblin, who led him to a deeper part of the Nation, two Goblin Guards following them, weapons at idle, but ready to attack should they be needed. Soon they stopped before a large ornate door, with words he couldn't read on it in gold lettering. Razorfang knocked, and they were escorted in, where Harry took in the sight of a Goblin older then his guide, but dressed in clothes that showed he was powerful, and wealthy. A large battleaxe sat leaning against the chair he sat in, a scowl on his face.
"Mr. Potter" spoke the King, voice gravelly and filled with anger and age "I was told by my subjects you are currently a Host to a Horcrux..was this by your own doing, child?" he asked sternly, giving the human child a glare that had shaken many older men, and even older goblins, before now. Strangely, he watched Harry not quiver or shake in fear of his stern voice and glare, though his people had told him that the boy was fearful of anger and rage possibly against him just minutes prior.
"no, Your Highness, I did not perform any ritual or commit any crime. This thing is not of my doing." Harry said, voice firm, but inside he was shaking like a leaf, struggling to even speak. By his Wraith card this Goblin was scary! "Teller Razorfang told me that it wasn't of mine, as I never knew about magic until just this morning, scarcely four minutes after midnight. I had just received my Letter for Hogwarts from Hagrid, Sir." he explained, which made the King frown again "just the Hogwarts Letter? What of the bank statements we have sent you every month for the last two years, since you were nine?" he asked.
Harry shook his head, seeming confused now himself "bank statements, Sir? I haven't even been in the Wizarding World for more then a couple hours..i didn't know that the bank existed at all, your highness." he spoke truthfully, and Razorfang seemed to turn purple with rage again, before speaking something in that language he couldn't understand, bowing to the King, and departing, followed by two of the several guards in the room. The King seemed to share the annoyance of several guards in the room, shaking his head before barking out an order, and four more guards leaving the room "it seems" he started to speak "that someone is either bribing my goblins to disobey their king, or a mail redirect ward is placed on you. We will find out one way or another" he said, looking back at the child "as for the Horcrux, Mr. Potter, I am willing to allow you to have it removed for free, if, and only if, you would be willing to allow me to hold one favor of you, to be cashed in as I see fit when I want." he said, offering the deal to the young boy.
Harry, however, wasn't nearly as idiotic as most other humans, however "I accept the offer, your Highness, as long as the Favor doesn't make me go against any and all morals I may have, should it be cashed in soon or when I am older." he replied, looking at the King. The old Goblin laughed, and then nodded, agreeing to the terms non-verbally as he motioned with a hand, and two Healers approached Harry to lead him off to a healing room.
Four hours later, and after six different rituals and a slaughtered pig, Harry was sitting in a chair, sipping another potion the healers had given him to help his magical core recover, as that's what they told him it was for, when Razorfang and a guard came into the room, followed by a strange Owl. It was about the size of the ones he saw outside, but its eyes were bright and intelligent, like a persons, and it was wearing a hat similar to an educator, a scarf of purple with astral moons and stars on it, and also, oddly enough, spectacles. They were talking low, or at least, it looked like it, after all, Owls cant talk, right? Oh how poor Harry could swallow that thought mere seconds later.
"Oh! So your the young Wizard that the goblins told me could summon the power of the Spiral Magic?" the Owl asked, voice female sounding, but he wasnt quite sure "my name is Gamma, assistant to the Headmaster of Ravenwood Academy of Magical Arts, and fellow Spellcaster" the owl being said "would you be so kind as to show me the card the goblins told me you have?" the avian asked, surprising Harry, as he hadnt thought anyone had seen the card at all.
"Um...s-sure?" he stuttered softly, thinking of the card, and watching it appear in the shiny gold sparkles as it spun into being above his palm, before grabbing it and showing it to the beings before him. Gamma's eyes widened seeing the powerful Death School spell from her world, and shakes herself off a bit, before returning to her calm and composed state "Well, I must say, you must have high promise indeed to have such a card come to you." she said "and since you DO have it, I would like to offer you a spot at out Academy, should you like that." she offered, making Harry's head spin. He seemed confused, looking to Razorfang, who simply chuckled "honestly, Mr. Potter, it might be best. Should you go to Hogwarts, that Headmaster there would try to do something terrible, im sure. The item that half-giant went for is a rare artifact called the Philosophers stone, known as the greatest accomplishment of Nicholas Flamel, said to turn metals to gold and make the Elixir of Life, able to restore those near death to full life..we Goblins didn't want to part with it, but he insists we would be robbed, as if." he said, scoffing heavily "but as it is, he wishes to hide it at Hogwarts, and we Goblins smell a set up." he added, looking at the boy.
"So, I shouldn't go to Hogwarts? What about my parents wishes, the money they spent before they died?" he asked, Hagrid having told him his parents had paid for his years at school. Razorfang simply shakes his head, snorting a bit as he made motion to the fact it might not be true at all. Harry frowned "can...can I return home should I not like Ravenwood?" he asked, turning to Gamma, who had been reading a list from...somewhere. The owl nodded, smiling at the human "of course! We arent kidnapping you, that wouldnt be polite at all!" she said. Harry thought about it, thinking about what he knew of the Magical World, and how he had been swarmed by the occupants of the Leaky Cauldron, and how it had made him so uncomfortable, how they seemed to see someone he couldn't be. He then shakes his head "I think...i think I'd like to go to Ravenwood." he said, the Wraith card in his hands starting to glow, though no one noticed it as it slowly faded away, a soft chuckle unheard as it faded from sight.