Chapter Three, The Book of Souls
Harry looked at his brother. He had no idea that his life was so hard. Harry remembered how hard his life was before he learned he was a wizard. He remembered how much he cried, and tried to lock himself up in his head. The pain. He had no idea someone like Dylan had to live through a hell like that. But all of this was happening so fast… up until yesterday he didn't even have a brother, could he really trust him now that he had?
Dylan seemed to calm down after that. His eyes cleared but you could still notice that he had been crying. Harry looked at his brother, and saw that there was no way that he would ever live his past down without help, and Harry decided that he would do all in his power to help.
"What do you mean, teach him?" Hermione said breaking the silence.
"Harry has great hidden power, and so do you. I need to teach you all how to control that power." Dylan said.
"What?! We have power as well? But were just…" Ron started shocked.
"The Elementals." Dylan finished. By the look on Ron's face Harry knew that that was not what he was going to say.
"The what?" Hermione and Ron said together.
"It's too much to explain from memory. You'll have to learn yourself." Dylan said holding out his hand. Then he said, "Book of Souls." And a thick book appeared in his hand with a blue flash of light.
"What was that?" Harry asked.
"The ability to call for things, to summon them. With time and training all three of you will be able to do it." Dylan said opening the book. He flipped through a few pages before coming to the one he wanted and began to read aloud.
"In the beginning there was only the power of the four high gods of power. They were the God of Bravery, the God of Knowledge, the God of Power, and the God of Will. These gods were the source of all magic and of all power. They were greatness, and they were power. Over time, all of these gods had children, 2 a piece. When he gods were about to die, they transferred their power to their children, but there was a problem. The power wouldn't slip evenly. One of the children would he quite a deal stronger then the other, thus forming the new High Gods, and their eternal Guardians, the Elementals."
"What does that mean?" Ron asked.
"Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff were the new high gods after the originals' deaths." Dylan explained flatly.
"The Elementals were the ones that got less power then the gods, but even though this power was less then the of one of the gods, it was still extremely great. They were meant to protect the high gods, though they really didn't have to, more like friends, coregents." Dylan finished.
"So…that means the we all have a part in what's to come." Hermione said sitting down, a bit in shock. She always thought she was just the know-it-all mudblood.
"Exactly." Dylan replied.
"How can we trust you?" Ron asked, almost fearfully.
"What?!" Harry gasped.
"RON!" Hermione blasted.
"What? He chose Slytherin, we barely know him, for all we know he could be a servant of He-who-must-not-be-named!" Ron cried, trying to defend himself.
Dylan was quiet. He looked at the ground, almost in sorrow. That's when he looked up, his eyes showing pure furry. That's when he almost yelled, "DON'T YOU EVER SAY ANYTHING LIKE THAT. I WOULD NEVER SERVE THAT ASSHOLE," but then he calmed down and said, "But you do have a point, so I'll leave you to yourselves to decide, if you trust me, then meet me at the north tower at midnight three weeks from now, to begin you new lessons."
Then Dylan's image seem to shimmer, and then he was gone, disappeared. Harry sat down and began to think really hard. If only people knew some of the decisions that Harry had to make. He was so deep in thought, he didn't see a thick book appear on the table in front of him, the same way the Book of Souls appeared in Dylan's hand. Ron and Hermione didn't notice it either, and when they left they missed it again, but the prying eyes from the other side of the library saw it, the prying eyes of Draco Malfoy.
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The next few days had been hard, it was almost as if Dylan was avoiding him. He wouldn't talk to him; look at him, not at all. That wasn't even the worst of it, he was becoming more and more the model Slytherin. He started hanging out with Draco and the gang a lot more, and he would make fun of other Gryffindors, torture the Hufflepuff. It just kept getting worse until one day…
Harry had been eating breakfast when Draco came up to him, and almost instinctively the entire great hall turned their way, hoping not to miss anything.
"Well, Harry why don't you tell up what really happened the night of the third task last year? The real story." Draco said, and then smirked, almost knowingly.
"I told you Malfoy, Voldemort rose again." Harry replied, not really paying attention to Draco.
"Yes, yes that all good and well, but you didn't tell us how…and I intend to find out." Draco said taking out a book, a thick old looking one. "So see, there's a charm in here that shows how to relive a task for an audience."
Dylan was on the other side of the room when he caught sight of the book. Almost instantaneously he held out his hand and screamed "Book!" and a with a flash of blue and white light, the book disappeared out of Draco's hand and into Dylan's. Draco turned around, anger on his face.
"Protecting him again Dylan?!" Malfoy asked angrily.
"Possibility, either way this book is no one's business but my own. Where did you get it?" Dylan asked calmly.
"That's not important, the point is that I have read it and I can perform the charm on my own. SENCOSIA."
Harry collapsed to the floor and a cloud of gray dust appeared over him. That's when the events from when Harry and Cedric touched the cup, to when Harry escaped Voldemort, began to play out.
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"Kill the spare…" A cold voice said from the background.
"Avada Kedavera."
The beam of green light flew across and hit Cedric, his body falling limp, dead on the floor of the cemetery
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There was a howl of groans that left the Hufflepuff table after seeing the loss of Cedric. Hermione and Ron were shocked. Harry had always avoided telling then exactly what happened that night, and now they knew why.
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"Come Harry, there's no were to hide. This is a wizard's duel, not a game of hide and seek, not a child's game. Come Harry, face death like a man." said Voldemort's cold voice.
"I'm not going to go down like a child. I'm going to face my death like a man, like my father did." Harry thought, and the whole hall heard the thoughts. Before Voldemort could stick his head around the headstone Harry jumped out and screamed "Expelliarmus!" Which did Voldemort's "Avada Kedavera!" came at the same time. .
The wand-linking spell soon happened after.
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By now Dumbledore and the entire staff were in the hall watching. There was no way they could break the spell till the entire memory was played out. McGonagall was also busy giving Draco all the sorts of detentions under the sun. "All points off from Slytherin" she added in furry.
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"Please Harry, bring my body back to my parents." Cedric said.
"Son, we will only linger for a short time once the connection is broken. You have to make it to the Portkey. Now hurry, break the connection." His mother and father said together.
This was a good thing because Harry didn't think he could have held on any longer. He broke the connection and ran for it.
"STUN HIM! STUN HIM!" Voldemort cried as Harry ran…
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Dylan was shocked, he never saw his parents since he was taken from them at birth, this was the first time he ever saw them.
Slowly the cloud disappeared and Harry was lying on the floor. Dylan and the staff ran to him. He had regained the injuries that he had that night from reliving it. Dylan placed his hands over the injuries and they began to glow. Soon the wounds were healed. Then he turned to Dumbledore and said, "I've healed all his physical wounds, but I cant to anything for emotional trauma. Handle him wile I go handle something else." Dylan said shooting a look of sheer fury over at Draco. Before Dumbledore could stop him Dylan ran forward and took Draco by the neck holding him high. Then their images began to shimmer and they disappeared, while Harry was on his way to the Hospital Wing.
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Draco fell to the floor as he howled in pain. Blood fell from his mouth as he screamed.
"Now then Draco. Have you learned not to mess with a Potter?" Dylan said, picked up Draco by the neck again.
"Now listen to me you scum. You will not make fun of Harry or even speak to him unless he confronts you, do you understand? If he comes to me with even the slightest complaint about you, I swear it will be death for you."
"You should have been a Gryffindor…"Draco managed to choke out.
"No. Not really. A Gryffindor would never have just almost killed you like I did. I am quite the Slytherin. Your words might I add." Dylan said, as he took them back to Hogwarts.
When they arrived they were in the Hospital Wing. Harry was on a bed asleep and Hermione and Ron were standing over him. Dylan roughly threw Draco on to an empty bed and quickly healing the physical wounds then walked over to Harry's bed, sitting down in an empty chair.
"What did you do to Draco?" Ron said when Dylan sat down.
"Nothing really. The standard beating viscously." Dylan replied, eyes not moving from Harry's body.
"Oh." Ron said wishing he didn't say anything.