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Chapter 13: Non Nobis
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"The Time of Sanctuary is over!" cried Mordred, and brought the sword crashing down.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" cried Harry, but it was too late. Arthur's face contorted into a grimace, slacked, and then was still. His pale open eyes forcibly reminded Harry of Cedric Diggory. He felt an anger welling up within him that he had not felt since his last encounter with Voldemort in the graveyard back in his fourth year. This force had killed so many. Harry's friends and enemies had felt the evil hand of Voldemort. No longer, thought Harry angrily. This ends now! His knuckles turned white as he gripped the sword in his hands. He wiped the tears from his eyes, and charged at the laughing figure of Mordred.
"For Arthur!!" he yelled, and Swung wildly at Mordred's head. Mordred leapt out of the way, his eyes glinting with hatred. His face had taken on an animal stare, so he looked inhuman as he leapt at Harry, his own bloodied sword raised. But Harry was ready. He swung his sword at Mordred's colliding in midair, and knocking Mordred off balance. Now it was Harry's turn to take up the attack, which he did with great relish. He swung and swung, thrust at Mordred's weak sided, but could not get through. Mordred blocked one of Harry's thrusts and brought a kick up that landed on Harry's head. He fell to the floor, his sword falling away with a clatter.
"I'm not going to kill you just yet," said Mordred through gritted teeth. "I think a little punishment is in order first."
Mordred whipped out his wand from its holster, and shouted "Crucio!" The spell flew out of the wand, but then Harry could see it stop, and fly back upon its caster!
"Noooooo!!!" cried Mordred, his face torn with anguish. Harry got back to his feet. "The Time of Sanctuary lives on, Mordred, which is more than I can say for you!"
He walked over and picked up Excalibur from Arthur's fallen form, and swung it a few times. "Goodbye, Voldemort," Harry said quietly.
Then a voice, a cold, harsh voice from behind Harry called out. "Hold Potter! Not another movement."
Harry turned and saw, walking towards him, Malfoy. He had a long knife held up against Hermione's throat. "One more move," he drawled, "and your little girlfriend goes the way of your parents!"
Harry, froze, disbelieving. "I-I trusted you!" Malfoy laughed, a cold, cruel, mad laugh.
"You fool! Did you really think that I would desert my master? The Malfoys have been the servants of the Dark Champion for generations! And when I joined the Court of Camelot, it was on his orders. Someone willing to give up their own power to stay near the real power. The power of the King, and the power of the Grail! Now drop you sword."
Excalibur clattered to the ground. "Now let her go," ordered Harry, his voice shaking uncontrollably.
"Benedicto smirked, and said in a drawl completely familiar to Harry, "No, I think I'll keep her, Potter. The Power of the Grail needs to be on ground both magic and sacred. As of now, this place qualifies as neither. Now, listen to me. I will send you instructions on where to go briefly. When you receive them, take the Grail and we shall trade it for the girl." Mordred had risen slowly to his feet, still feeling the pain of his rebounded curse.
"Now, if I see you or so much as one of the knights trying to follow us out of the castle, I swear I will give Hermione here a cut to rival that one on you head. Perhaps," Malfoy said, backing out of the room, "A little deeper." His laughter echoed throughout the halls, while Harry stood in a freefall of hate and betrayal.
A white shimmering light, suddenly appeared next to Harry, and Merlin was standing beside him. He looked, and saw Arthur, and knelt. "I should not have left," he said miserably. When the young knight came in, I went to check on the frontlines. Mordred's troops will be here soon."
Harry took his hand, and lifted him to his feet. "Merlin, they've got Hermione! Mordred and Malfoy. They said they were taking her to a place both magic and holy! Do you know what they mean?"
Merlin stood for a moment, pensive. "Yes," he said miserably, "they are taking her to Avalon. It is the resting place of the Knights of the Round Table. And it is virtually impossible to get to without some sort of direction. Even I don't know where it is."
Then it hit Harry. "The ring! I have Hermione's ring! It could find her!"
Merlin's eyes brightened, slightly. "It could, but are you really willing to sacrifice the Grail for Hermione?"
"I'm not sacrificing anything!" yelled Harry. "We've already sacrificed enough! But I need to go there, and save her."
"Very well, I will help you as much as I can. But before you go, there is some business to take care of. Merlin looked at the fallen form of Arthur. "Help me take him out to the Lake, Harry."
Harry and Merlin carried the prone form of Arthur down to the edge of the lake, where a cluster of boats was tied to the dock. Merlin untied one of them, and lay Arthur's body onto its hull. With a push, the boat went out into the lake, gliding on a current that Harry could not see the source of. Merlin pointed his wand toward the ship, and with tears in his eyes, muttered "incendio." The boat burst into flames, and as it got to the middle of the Lake, began to sink. The light from the fire reflected off Harry's eyes, as he thought of the song that his church used to sing at funerals.
Non nobis domine, domine.
Non nobis, domine.
Sed nominee, sed nominee,
Tuo da gloriam.
Not to us, Lord, but to your name be the glory, Harry thought. Ashes to ashes, but those of us who live do not forget. I will make him pay for what he did.
The fire from the pyre boat lit Harry's eyes, until it sank beneath the water, and naught but darkness remained.
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Sorry! Didn't want to, but I am following the legend, here. Please tell me how you feel! I'll write again soon.
Chapter 13: Non Nobis
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"The Time of Sanctuary is over!" cried Mordred, and brought the sword crashing down.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" cried Harry, but it was too late. Arthur's face contorted into a grimace, slacked, and then was still. His pale open eyes forcibly reminded Harry of Cedric Diggory. He felt an anger welling up within him that he had not felt since his last encounter with Voldemort in the graveyard back in his fourth year. This force had killed so many. Harry's friends and enemies had felt the evil hand of Voldemort. No longer, thought Harry angrily. This ends now! His knuckles turned white as he gripped the sword in his hands. He wiped the tears from his eyes, and charged at the laughing figure of Mordred.
"For Arthur!!" he yelled, and Swung wildly at Mordred's head. Mordred leapt out of the way, his eyes glinting with hatred. His face had taken on an animal stare, so he looked inhuman as he leapt at Harry, his own bloodied sword raised. But Harry was ready. He swung his sword at Mordred's colliding in midair, and knocking Mordred off balance. Now it was Harry's turn to take up the attack, which he did with great relish. He swung and swung, thrust at Mordred's weak sided, but could not get through. Mordred blocked one of Harry's thrusts and brought a kick up that landed on Harry's head. He fell to the floor, his sword falling away with a clatter.
"I'm not going to kill you just yet," said Mordred through gritted teeth. "I think a little punishment is in order first."
Mordred whipped out his wand from its holster, and shouted "Crucio!" The spell flew out of the wand, but then Harry could see it stop, and fly back upon its caster!
"Noooooo!!!" cried Mordred, his face torn with anguish. Harry got back to his feet. "The Time of Sanctuary lives on, Mordred, which is more than I can say for you!"
He walked over and picked up Excalibur from Arthur's fallen form, and swung it a few times. "Goodbye, Voldemort," Harry said quietly.
Then a voice, a cold, harsh voice from behind Harry called out. "Hold Potter! Not another movement."
Harry turned and saw, walking towards him, Malfoy. He had a long knife held up against Hermione's throat. "One more move," he drawled, "and your little girlfriend goes the way of your parents!"
Harry, froze, disbelieving. "I-I trusted you!" Malfoy laughed, a cold, cruel, mad laugh.
"You fool! Did you really think that I would desert my master? The Malfoys have been the servants of the Dark Champion for generations! And when I joined the Court of Camelot, it was on his orders. Someone willing to give up their own power to stay near the real power. The power of the King, and the power of the Grail! Now drop you sword."
Excalibur clattered to the ground. "Now let her go," ordered Harry, his voice shaking uncontrollably.
"Benedicto smirked, and said in a drawl completely familiar to Harry, "No, I think I'll keep her, Potter. The Power of the Grail needs to be on ground both magic and sacred. As of now, this place qualifies as neither. Now, listen to me. I will send you instructions on where to go briefly. When you receive them, take the Grail and we shall trade it for the girl." Mordred had risen slowly to his feet, still feeling the pain of his rebounded curse.
"Now, if I see you or so much as one of the knights trying to follow us out of the castle, I swear I will give Hermione here a cut to rival that one on you head. Perhaps," Malfoy said, backing out of the room, "A little deeper." His laughter echoed throughout the halls, while Harry stood in a freefall of hate and betrayal.
A white shimmering light, suddenly appeared next to Harry, and Merlin was standing beside him. He looked, and saw Arthur, and knelt. "I should not have left," he said miserably. When the young knight came in, I went to check on the frontlines. Mordred's troops will be here soon."
Harry took his hand, and lifted him to his feet. "Merlin, they've got Hermione! Mordred and Malfoy. They said they were taking her to a place both magic and holy! Do you know what they mean?"
Merlin stood for a moment, pensive. "Yes," he said miserably, "they are taking her to Avalon. It is the resting place of the Knights of the Round Table. And it is virtually impossible to get to without some sort of direction. Even I don't know where it is."
Then it hit Harry. "The ring! I have Hermione's ring! It could find her!"
Merlin's eyes brightened, slightly. "It could, but are you really willing to sacrifice the Grail for Hermione?"
"I'm not sacrificing anything!" yelled Harry. "We've already sacrificed enough! But I need to go there, and save her."
"Very well, I will help you as much as I can. But before you go, there is some business to take care of. Merlin looked at the fallen form of Arthur. "Help me take him out to the Lake, Harry."
Harry and Merlin carried the prone form of Arthur down to the edge of the lake, where a cluster of boats was tied to the dock. Merlin untied one of them, and lay Arthur's body onto its hull. With a push, the boat went out into the lake, gliding on a current that Harry could not see the source of. Merlin pointed his wand toward the ship, and with tears in his eyes, muttered "incendio." The boat burst into flames, and as it got to the middle of the Lake, began to sink. The light from the fire reflected off Harry's eyes, as he thought of the song that his church used to sing at funerals.
Non nobis domine, domine.
Non nobis, domine.
Sed nominee, sed nominee,
Tuo da gloriam.
Not to us, Lord, but to your name be the glory, Harry thought. Ashes to ashes, but those of us who live do not forget. I will make him pay for what he did.
The fire from the pyre boat lit Harry's eyes, until it sank beneath the water, and naught but darkness remained.
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Sorry! Didn't want to, but I am following the legend, here. Please tell me how you feel! I'll write again soon.