The Twin Heir of Gryffindor.
Chapter Five, The Fantasy's Incline
AN- Thanks for waiting guys. I'm really sorry about the long wait, but my computer just kept deleting my files and then I hit a huge writers block. I want to thank all that have reviewed. I am also working on a book that I hope to get published called the "Shadow's Heir." Other then that I have four other fanfics I'm working on aw well. Well as always the normal disclaimers apply and credit is give to the TV show Charmed, and the video game Golden Sun, as well as the Game Final Fantasy 8 for help with magic and attacks and summons. (I also made up a summon or two, Angelious and Furies. I own them!) Finally, thanks to Jair for the support and to Kobra for suggestions. NOW ON TO THE FIC!
"Attack!" Dylan commanded as Harry, Ron, and Hermione slipped into an offensive position.
"Defense" Dylan cried and the three complied.
"Block." Dylan said, and the three moved the training swords they were using into a blocking move.
"Good job. That's enough for now. We will pick it up later, after dinner." The others relaxed. Harry, continued to practice the moves in different orders.
"Harry calm down. Don't get yourself all worn out, you have Quidditch practice at the end of the day." Ron argued. Harry continued.
"And?" Harry said flatly.
"Harry, you're going to kill yourself if you keep going like this." Hermione said, putting down a glass of water she had been drinking out of.
"I don't care." Harry said, continuing with the training sword.
"Harry…" Ron started.
"Sword." Dylan said quietly. The sword came as it was summoned.
"DYLAN!!!" Harry screamed turning to face his twin.
"Yes?" Dylan asked trying (and failing might I add.) to act innocent as he held the sword behind his back.
"Give it." Harry said.
"No." Dylan replied.
"DYLAN! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SAVE SIRIUS IF I CAN'T PRACTICE!" Harry screamed.
"Harry if you keep going then you will work yourself to death. Plus, leaning how to use a sword will not help you much in saving Sirius." Dylan said.
"THEN WHY THE HELL ARE WE DOING IT?!?!" Harry shouted.
"It teaches confidence, and mobility." Dylan replied.
"Dylan, I've been reading through this book of souls thing you have. I don't quite understand this part." Ron said, holding out an open book of souls. Harry sighed in defeat.
Dylan took the book from Ron and looked at it. It was opened to a page that read, "Guardian Forces."
"A Guardian Force when Junctioned to a human soul give the user great power." Dylan read from the book, "What's not to understand?"
"What exactly is a "Guardian Force"?" Ron inquired.
"It's a spirit of extreme power like, Odin, Eden, Cerberus, Shiva, or my personal favorite, Diablos and my other favorite, Angelious." Dylan said.
"Diablos?" Hermione asked.
"Ya, there are many others as well. There all part of an extremely hard and risky park of magic called Ethereal Summoning. The fruits are extreme power though, it mind blowing how powerful they make you." Dylan replied.
"Isn't Diablo another word for devil?" Ron asked.
"Yes, in fact Diablos is essentially a more evil Guardian force, but since I captured it and junctioned it to myself I can bend it dark powers to my will. You see, the only way to obtain True power is to become a Paradox, of good and evil prows. Then once you gained this host of evil and good powers you as a soul can pick your affiliation with good or evil." Dylan stated.
"I still don't quite understand." Ron said.
"I'll have to show you." Dylan said taking out his wand and saying, "Expethacy" and as usual he disappeared into the training dimension. Harry, Ron and Hermione, who had recently learned the spell fallowed suit. Soon all four of them were in the strange cloud of plain white.
"Well?" Harry asked.
"Stand back." Dylan stated motioning to behind him. Naturally the other replied. Then, Dylan held out his hands bending one sight up and the other across it horizontally. Then he screamed, "DARK MESSENGER!" As this happened Dylan, Harry, Ron and Hermione seemed to disappear into a defensive field.
The sky turned an eerie black and purple shade as bats, coming from everywhere all flew together into a giant ball of back energy ball floating in the sky in front of Dylan. Soon, out of the bottom of the huge ball a demon slowly fell out. When compliably out floating in air right under the ball it shook itself free of spare black ooze from the ball then held it hand up. The Demon was mostly black but had a bit of red in it as well. As this happened orange bands of light began to circle the ball of energy as they were being emitted from the demons hand. Then the demon pulled the ball down slowly at first, but then threw it down with such speed that when it released it it's body spun from the force. As it impacted the ground nearly 50 miles away a huge black explosion formed was easily visible even from the distance. When the explosion cleared a few moments later the demon was gone and the sky was it's normal color.
The look of shock and awe on the other three's faces as the area went back to normal was beyond any possible was to be described.
Dylan smiled at his handy work and left the training cloud. It took a moment or so but the others soon fallowed suit.
"Dylan…"Hermione started, but Harry cut him off immediately.
"Dylan, how would I go about getting g on of these GFs?"
"A sprit dimension that you have to be very advanced in the skills of space time magic to get to, and I refuse to send you there until I feel your ready." Dylan said then ran off in the direction of the castle before Harry could offer any sort of rebuttal.
Harry, Ron and Hermione had Animagus training next class. Seeing as how there were only seven registered Animagus (Eleven if you count the four unregistered.) this class left for some speculation. The class was just to try and gain as many Animagus as possible, and It was understood that few, if any would be able to transform, so it was not counted on the report cards if you were unable, but if you were, it looked very good on the magical record for yourself. (Like having straight A's for all your life when you are trying to get into Harvard Law school.)
This class was one class that the three friends had promised each other they would succeed in. Professor McGonagall was the teacher of this class. (Gee…Bet you didn't see that one coming…heh..) Conversation had begun between the three as they walked down the hall to Professor McGonagall's classroom.
"So Harry? What do you think you are going to change into?" Ron asked.
"I don't really care, but if I had a choice it would be a stag." Harry replied sounding annoyed.
Harry had been in a very fowl mood since Voldemort had taken Sirius away from him. He had become almost unapproachable, and this didn't help now that everyone feared him. Since Malfoy had indirectly revealed Harry's true feeling toward his life with the reliving charm everyone had come to fear him. Not that Harry did anything to make himself for friendly. Almost everyone had begun to fear him. He began to eat less, which worried Dobby greatly, and his sleep, what little he got, plagued with unimaginable nightmares. Ron and Hermione were trying to support Harry and Understand but it was becoming very hard now that Harry has become cold to everyone.
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Dylan had had a small amount of free time before he had to go on to his next class, so he was reading one of his books sitting in one of the huge chairs in the Slytherin common room. He was minding his own self when Malfoy sat down in the armchair directly across from Dylan. Dylan tried to ignore him but it just wasn't working, so he looked up. Apparently Draco Malfoy would not be denied an audience today.
Dylan was still slightly mad a Draco for hurting Harry a little wile back, and in the process of getting nearly three weeks detention for nearly killing him. Dylan himself had gotten a months worth of detention for beating up Malfoy afterward. This time thought, Draco looked different, almost apologetic.
"Dylan, could I have a word with you in private?" He said looking at him, and talking without even the slightest form of sarcasm.
"And what for?" Dylan said, sarcasm not void in his voice at all.
"Just…please Dylan." Malfoy pleading.
"That's the second time in nearly no time at all you called me by my name and not "Potter" What's going on?" Dylan asked, almost concerned.
"Dyl…" Malfoy started but, then Dylan cut in.
"Sure. We can chat. The dorms?" he asked.
"Sure." Draco replied as the two went upstairs.
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Dinner was almost over when Harry walked into the Great Hall. He had gone to take a much needed nap before dinner. Upon arrival there was a noticeable, and brief moment of silence. People had been avoiding Harry, and trying not to talk to loud around him as they might say something to irritate him. Word among the castle was that he was going insane, and this wasn't all to far from the truth.
As Harry walked toward the dinner table he saw something that he really didn't want to. Dylan and Malfoy were talking, laughing and being overall joyous. Harry felt his stomach tighten as he saw this and a rage from the past build up.
Harry changed his destination to that of he Slytherin table seeing that it was already mostly cleared. He also noted in his mad frenzy that Crabbe and Goyle were nowhere to found. As Harry approached the table, he began to prepare for a huge screaming contest between him and Malfoy. But to his surprise there was none. Dylan had noticed Harry approaching and had gotten up to intercept before there was a problem.
"Harry!" Dylan said, "How are you. How are you feeling, I heard you had a rough day in Animagus training. Heard that you got into a shouting match with McGonagall."
It was true. It was in the middle of Animagus training. Harry had be focused on transforming into a stag, when McGonagall had asked him a question. Harry didn't answer right away because he was to busy trying to transform, and McGonagall had taken 5 points away from Gryffindor. Harry knew he should have left it at that, but it his current state of frustration over not transforming he shouted back at her to take that back. This resulted in the shouting match Dylan was talking about, which had gotten him 3 detentions and 20 points from Gryffindor. This had put him on the "to kill" list by most of the other Gryffindors.
"Ya, I did, but what dose that matter, why are you being all kin's like to the piece of rubbish?" Harry asked furiously, pointed to behind Dylan which you saw a diminished Draco Malfoy. He seemed smaller then normal and almost, sad, or even sorry.
"I'm giving him a chance." Dylan replied.
"And why the hell is that?" Harry raged. He said it so loud that everyone who was still in the Great Hall looked over to then and rushed over hoping to see some sort of sibling fight.
"Because he apologized, and because we need him." Dylan said.
Harry was half way through spitting out a rebuttal when his brain processed what he had just been told. Draco had apologized? "Something was up, Draco had to be planning something." Harry thought bewildered. Harry walk around Dylan, and looked upon Draco who was sitting in a chair at the Slytherin table, awfully quiet for being insulted.
Harry looked at Draco and tried to search his soul, if he had one that was. He looked almost sad, a humble, if possible for Draco Malfoy.
"I'm sorry Harry." Draco said.
Harry nearly fell over when he heard those words leave Malfoy's mouth. He was so taken by shock, that Draco seemed to notice and continued with his apology.
"I'm sorry Harry. I know there's nothing I can say that will convince you that I truly am sorry. I recently found out that I have been under some sort of charm for the past 6 years of my life. Dylan says that the charm is called The Senlaris charm. He says that the charm take out the most evil in people and uses it to enslave them and create an alter ego to take over the body. Apparently my father caste it one me just before I left for Hogwarts to try and get to you. When I came to in the Hospital Wing a few days ago the charm had been knocked out enough that I was able to push out the alter ego. After a few days I regained enough control to go and ask Dylan for help."
"I cleared the charm and all of it effects from his mind. Now that he's himself again I can train him." Dylan said.
"Train him?" Harry asked confused.
"Well you don't remember it perfectly but when he use the Recollection Charm Sencosia he used a high level charm that only people extremely skilled in the ancient arts and those with chosen power can perform. After a little studying I determined that Draco is also a descendent of Slytherin, in the form of the Wind Elemental Like Hermione got her powers from Hufflepuff, and Ron from Gryffindor like us." Dylan thoughts rang into Harry and Draco's head. It was then that Harry noticed a large group of people standing all around them.
"We'll talk later." Harry said motioning to Draco. Then took Dylan by the arm and began to pull him out of the great hall. Dylan, most unwillingly fallowed. The training must be continued.
Chapter Five, The Fantasy's Incline
AN- Thanks for waiting guys. I'm really sorry about the long wait, but my computer just kept deleting my files and then I hit a huge writers block. I want to thank all that have reviewed. I am also working on a book that I hope to get published called the "Shadow's Heir." Other then that I have four other fanfics I'm working on aw well. Well as always the normal disclaimers apply and credit is give to the TV show Charmed, and the video game Golden Sun, as well as the Game Final Fantasy 8 for help with magic and attacks and summons. (I also made up a summon or two, Angelious and Furies. I own them!) Finally, thanks to Jair for the support and to Kobra for suggestions. NOW ON TO THE FIC!
"Attack!" Dylan commanded as Harry, Ron, and Hermione slipped into an offensive position.
"Defense" Dylan cried and the three complied.
"Block." Dylan said, and the three moved the training swords they were using into a blocking move.
"Good job. That's enough for now. We will pick it up later, after dinner." The others relaxed. Harry, continued to practice the moves in different orders.
"Harry calm down. Don't get yourself all worn out, you have Quidditch practice at the end of the day." Ron argued. Harry continued.
"And?" Harry said flatly.
"Harry, you're going to kill yourself if you keep going like this." Hermione said, putting down a glass of water she had been drinking out of.
"I don't care." Harry said, continuing with the training sword.
"Harry…" Ron started.
"Sword." Dylan said quietly. The sword came as it was summoned.
"DYLAN!!!" Harry screamed turning to face his twin.
"Yes?" Dylan asked trying (and failing might I add.) to act innocent as he held the sword behind his back.
"Give it." Harry said.
"No." Dylan replied.
"DYLAN! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SAVE SIRIUS IF I CAN'T PRACTICE!" Harry screamed.
"Harry if you keep going then you will work yourself to death. Plus, leaning how to use a sword will not help you much in saving Sirius." Dylan said.
"THEN WHY THE HELL ARE WE DOING IT?!?!" Harry shouted.
"It teaches confidence, and mobility." Dylan replied.
"Dylan, I've been reading through this book of souls thing you have. I don't quite understand this part." Ron said, holding out an open book of souls. Harry sighed in defeat.
Dylan took the book from Ron and looked at it. It was opened to a page that read, "Guardian Forces."
"A Guardian Force when Junctioned to a human soul give the user great power." Dylan read from the book, "What's not to understand?"
"What exactly is a "Guardian Force"?" Ron inquired.
"It's a spirit of extreme power like, Odin, Eden, Cerberus, Shiva, or my personal favorite, Diablos and my other favorite, Angelious." Dylan said.
"Diablos?" Hermione asked.
"Ya, there are many others as well. There all part of an extremely hard and risky park of magic called Ethereal Summoning. The fruits are extreme power though, it mind blowing how powerful they make you." Dylan replied.
"Isn't Diablo another word for devil?" Ron asked.
"Yes, in fact Diablos is essentially a more evil Guardian force, but since I captured it and junctioned it to myself I can bend it dark powers to my will. You see, the only way to obtain True power is to become a Paradox, of good and evil prows. Then once you gained this host of evil and good powers you as a soul can pick your affiliation with good or evil." Dylan stated.
"I still don't quite understand." Ron said.
"I'll have to show you." Dylan said taking out his wand and saying, "Expethacy" and as usual he disappeared into the training dimension. Harry, Ron and Hermione, who had recently learned the spell fallowed suit. Soon all four of them were in the strange cloud of plain white.
"Well?" Harry asked.
"Stand back." Dylan stated motioning to behind him. Naturally the other replied. Then, Dylan held out his hands bending one sight up and the other across it horizontally. Then he screamed, "DARK MESSENGER!" As this happened Dylan, Harry, Ron and Hermione seemed to disappear into a defensive field.
The sky turned an eerie black and purple shade as bats, coming from everywhere all flew together into a giant ball of back energy ball floating in the sky in front of Dylan. Soon, out of the bottom of the huge ball a demon slowly fell out. When compliably out floating in air right under the ball it shook itself free of spare black ooze from the ball then held it hand up. The Demon was mostly black but had a bit of red in it as well. As this happened orange bands of light began to circle the ball of energy as they were being emitted from the demons hand. Then the demon pulled the ball down slowly at first, but then threw it down with such speed that when it released it it's body spun from the force. As it impacted the ground nearly 50 miles away a huge black explosion formed was easily visible even from the distance. When the explosion cleared a few moments later the demon was gone and the sky was it's normal color.
The look of shock and awe on the other three's faces as the area went back to normal was beyond any possible was to be described.
Dylan smiled at his handy work and left the training cloud. It took a moment or so but the others soon fallowed suit.
"Dylan…"Hermione started, but Harry cut him off immediately.
"Dylan, how would I go about getting g on of these GFs?"
"A sprit dimension that you have to be very advanced in the skills of space time magic to get to, and I refuse to send you there until I feel your ready." Dylan said then ran off in the direction of the castle before Harry could offer any sort of rebuttal.
Harry, Ron and Hermione had Animagus training next class. Seeing as how there were only seven registered Animagus (Eleven if you count the four unregistered.) this class left for some speculation. The class was just to try and gain as many Animagus as possible, and It was understood that few, if any would be able to transform, so it was not counted on the report cards if you were unable, but if you were, it looked very good on the magical record for yourself. (Like having straight A's for all your life when you are trying to get into Harvard Law school.)
This class was one class that the three friends had promised each other they would succeed in. Professor McGonagall was the teacher of this class. (Gee…Bet you didn't see that one coming…heh..) Conversation had begun between the three as they walked down the hall to Professor McGonagall's classroom.
"So Harry? What do you think you are going to change into?" Ron asked.
"I don't really care, but if I had a choice it would be a stag." Harry replied sounding annoyed.
Harry had been in a very fowl mood since Voldemort had taken Sirius away from him. He had become almost unapproachable, and this didn't help now that everyone feared him. Since Malfoy had indirectly revealed Harry's true feeling toward his life with the reliving charm everyone had come to fear him. Not that Harry did anything to make himself for friendly. Almost everyone had begun to fear him. He began to eat less, which worried Dobby greatly, and his sleep, what little he got, plagued with unimaginable nightmares. Ron and Hermione were trying to support Harry and Understand but it was becoming very hard now that Harry has become cold to everyone.
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Dylan had had a small amount of free time before he had to go on to his next class, so he was reading one of his books sitting in one of the huge chairs in the Slytherin common room. He was minding his own self when Malfoy sat down in the armchair directly across from Dylan. Dylan tried to ignore him but it just wasn't working, so he looked up. Apparently Draco Malfoy would not be denied an audience today.
Dylan was still slightly mad a Draco for hurting Harry a little wile back, and in the process of getting nearly three weeks detention for nearly killing him. Dylan himself had gotten a months worth of detention for beating up Malfoy afterward. This time thought, Draco looked different, almost apologetic.
"Dylan, could I have a word with you in private?" He said looking at him, and talking without even the slightest form of sarcasm.
"And what for?" Dylan said, sarcasm not void in his voice at all.
"Just…please Dylan." Malfoy pleading.
"That's the second time in nearly no time at all you called me by my name and not "Potter" What's going on?" Dylan asked, almost concerned.
"Dyl…" Malfoy started but, then Dylan cut in.
"Sure. We can chat. The dorms?" he asked.
"Sure." Draco replied as the two went upstairs.
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Dinner was almost over when Harry walked into the Great Hall. He had gone to take a much needed nap before dinner. Upon arrival there was a noticeable, and brief moment of silence. People had been avoiding Harry, and trying not to talk to loud around him as they might say something to irritate him. Word among the castle was that he was going insane, and this wasn't all to far from the truth.
As Harry walked toward the dinner table he saw something that he really didn't want to. Dylan and Malfoy were talking, laughing and being overall joyous. Harry felt his stomach tighten as he saw this and a rage from the past build up.
Harry changed his destination to that of he Slytherin table seeing that it was already mostly cleared. He also noted in his mad frenzy that Crabbe and Goyle were nowhere to found. As Harry approached the table, he began to prepare for a huge screaming contest between him and Malfoy. But to his surprise there was none. Dylan had noticed Harry approaching and had gotten up to intercept before there was a problem.
"Harry!" Dylan said, "How are you. How are you feeling, I heard you had a rough day in Animagus training. Heard that you got into a shouting match with McGonagall."
It was true. It was in the middle of Animagus training. Harry had be focused on transforming into a stag, when McGonagall had asked him a question. Harry didn't answer right away because he was to busy trying to transform, and McGonagall had taken 5 points away from Gryffindor. Harry knew he should have left it at that, but it his current state of frustration over not transforming he shouted back at her to take that back. This resulted in the shouting match Dylan was talking about, which had gotten him 3 detentions and 20 points from Gryffindor. This had put him on the "to kill" list by most of the other Gryffindors.
"Ya, I did, but what dose that matter, why are you being all kin's like to the piece of rubbish?" Harry asked furiously, pointed to behind Dylan which you saw a diminished Draco Malfoy. He seemed smaller then normal and almost, sad, or even sorry.
"I'm giving him a chance." Dylan replied.
"And why the hell is that?" Harry raged. He said it so loud that everyone who was still in the Great Hall looked over to then and rushed over hoping to see some sort of sibling fight.
"Because he apologized, and because we need him." Dylan said.
Harry was half way through spitting out a rebuttal when his brain processed what he had just been told. Draco had apologized? "Something was up, Draco had to be planning something." Harry thought bewildered. Harry walk around Dylan, and looked upon Draco who was sitting in a chair at the Slytherin table, awfully quiet for being insulted.
Harry looked at Draco and tried to search his soul, if he had one that was. He looked almost sad, a humble, if possible for Draco Malfoy.
"I'm sorry Harry." Draco said.
Harry nearly fell over when he heard those words leave Malfoy's mouth. He was so taken by shock, that Draco seemed to notice and continued with his apology.
"I'm sorry Harry. I know there's nothing I can say that will convince you that I truly am sorry. I recently found out that I have been under some sort of charm for the past 6 years of my life. Dylan says that the charm is called The Senlaris charm. He says that the charm take out the most evil in people and uses it to enslave them and create an alter ego to take over the body. Apparently my father caste it one me just before I left for Hogwarts to try and get to you. When I came to in the Hospital Wing a few days ago the charm had been knocked out enough that I was able to push out the alter ego. After a few days I regained enough control to go and ask Dylan for help."
"I cleared the charm and all of it effects from his mind. Now that he's himself again I can train him." Dylan said.
"Train him?" Harry asked confused.
"Well you don't remember it perfectly but when he use the Recollection Charm Sencosia he used a high level charm that only people extremely skilled in the ancient arts and those with chosen power can perform. After a little studying I determined that Draco is also a descendent of Slytherin, in the form of the Wind Elemental Like Hermione got her powers from Hufflepuff, and Ron from Gryffindor like us." Dylan thoughts rang into Harry and Draco's head. It was then that Harry noticed a large group of people standing all around them.
"We'll talk later." Harry said motioning to Draco. Then took Dylan by the arm and began to pull him out of the great hall. Dylan, most unwillingly fallowed. The training must be continued.