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"Come on," Voldemort was getting impatient and hearing a great crack, he smiled.
Now he could have his vengeance.
*** *** ***
"Why are we holding the west end of the school," Harry asked as he looked at the large crack in the barrier. In each passing moment, the crack grew bigger.
"Unfortunately my friends have not yet arrived," Lian, once named Leon, chagrined. "We're the front line."
"We're the only line," Harry pointed out sullenly. Lian smiled and drew his sword.
"So we are," he said. The barrier finally shattered and the foot soldiers attacked first.
"Garden," Harry said to the confusion of Lian.
"Pardon?"
"A garden wedding sounds nice in the summer," Harry smiled. "Don't you agree?"
"Maybe you could plan it on the Burrow," Lian smiled back as he saw the approaching goblins. "It looks nice there. And peaceful too. Just don't advertise it. Or it'll be worse than the world cup." Harry laughed.
"If I live through this," he muttered. Suddenly, the goblins abruptly stopped and gazed at Lian.
"It's the angel of death," one of the goblins cried. Almost immediately all the advancing forces withdrew. All running in panic and confusion. Harry looked at Lian accusingly.
"Did Dumbledore tell you that I have a reputation of being a bringer of death?" Lian asked with a sardonic smile. "At least it was useful today. I really hated that title."
"So that's it?" Harry asked hopefully. But Lian shook his head.
"By now baldy is threatening the goblins with pain and death. Here they come now," true to his word, the goblins came back. But all seemed hesitant in advancing.
"What are you afraid of, you cowards," a blond man in a white trench coat led them. Harry sighed in frustration. Why him? Isn't Voldemort enough?
He wore a black vest and pants. His hair was combed back as usual and he held a sword similar to his own. Somehow he felt it would come to this. Facing his greatest rival in school in one to one. Draco Malfoy.
"What now?" Harry asked as he saw the dementors and Death eaters flying towards them.
"Now? We make it a fair fight," Lian smiled and readied his sword. A lovely melody suddenly filled the air making everyone stop. Suddenly, a wave appeared and headed for the dark ones. Death eaters on brooms suddenly fell for the brooms lost its flight. Now Harry got what Lian meant about a fair fight. Siren's power was to silence all magic. All magic outside of the school was SILENCED. No one could do magic. But what about them?
He was about to ask Lian but he had already anticipated the question.
"We can use magic," he said as he waved his hand and a group of goblins flew away from their advance. "But where's the fun in that?" Harry sighed but when he looked at Malfoy, he smiled.
The former Slytherin looked confused and angry. To this Harry grinned. He only hoped that he remembered everything Lian had thought him. And his seven years of fighting the dark arts will greatly help him now.
"Lian? Can you handle all of them?" he asked but suddenly noticed the change of attitude of the goblins. Now they were really frightened. Looking back, he saw why.
A large red beast loomed over them. It had a body of a man but hands and feet are like paws with sharp claws. Its head was that of a lion, but two horns protruded from the top of its head. It breathed fire and flame. Looking at Lian, he was puzzled. Why was he not afraid? Then it hit him. IT was the friend Lian was talking about.
"About time Ifrit," Lian smiled to it and it roared. Suddenly, a large ball of flame came out from its hand and it threw it to the enemy. They all scattered and some were burned. But that didn't stop the rampage of the red beast.
"What was that, Harry?" Lian asked. Harry shook himself out of his amazement and looked at Lian.
"I have some business to attend to, can you hold?" he asked. Lian turned his head and found Malfoy. Smiling, he looked at Harry.
"Go ahead and be careful," he said. Harry nodded and went after his greatest rival. Lian scanned the battlefield for his opponent. Finding him, his eyes were filled with murder.
Angelian mowed through the goblins and hacked through the dementors and finally reached his goal. The dark lord himself, Voldemort.
Gripping his sword tightly, he walked towards him with determination and purpose. Death was walking with him today.
*** ***
"Hello Malfoy," Harry said as he confronted the dark wizard.
"Curse you, Potter. I'll see that your mudblood friends die for this," Malfoy suddenly lunged at Harry with his sword, only to be parried by him.
"Give it up," Harry said as the two exchanged blows. "You'll never win." Malfoy sneered at him and continued his attack. Now it was a battle of skill and endurance. And Harry hoped he had it both.
** ** **
"What's happening outside?" Ginny asked nervously as she and Hermione guarded the entrance to the lower levels of the castle. Ron went in the dungeons, with great reluctance, to check on the students.
"Probably hell on earth," Hermione said. Her comment gave her a very hard glare. "Why? Worried that your Angel will get scratched?" Hermione joked. Ginny smiled at her attempts to cheer her up.
"Harry will be fine," Ginny sighed. "I just don't think my heart could take it anymore of this tension."
"I have something that could take your mind off the battle outside," Hermione smiled. Ginny seemed interested.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Soil."
*** ***
Voldemort looked at the crimson warrior as he slowly but purposely hacked his way through the goblins. He was puzzled why little of the goblins even looked at his way. HE heard them call him the Angel of Death. But he knew it was just a myth.
Suddenly, that MYTH was standing in front of him. Before the dark lord could react, the warrior kicked him in the gut, sending him flying.
"What are you waiting for?" Voldemort asked as he stood up. "Get him!" from the corner of his eye, Lian saw that he was surrounded. Every place he looked was blocked by goblins and trolls. The remaining few that were left.
"Even if you had silenced magic, mudblood, you cannot defeat all of them," the dark lord had a smug look on his face. Lian gave a smug look of his own.
"Are you sure of that?" he said as he clenched his gauntleted hand and smiled sinisterly.
Voldemrot's brows furrowed as he saw the gauntlet. Suddenly, he felt fear. Fear that was generated from this individual was a fear that the dark lord never encountered before. For the first time in years, he wasn't confident.
"My life and my soul was destroyed because of you," Lian said angrily. "And now I only have my strength." The gauntlet shone and shimmered.
Voldemort looked in shock as the gauntlet suddenly changed. Piece by piece it deformed and piece by piece it was reconstructed as a new element.
"Demon gun, dissolve," Lian whispered.
The gauntlet had become a tri-barreled gun that was also part of Lian's arm. He held the grip tightly and lowered the gun. He then glared at the dark lord, making him fidget under his eyes.
*** ***
"Soil?" Ginny asked in confusion. "What has dirt has to do with anything?" she asked. Hermione smirked at her friend.
"Soil, Ginny, is the essence of a parted sacred," she sighed. "In theory it is possible to revive a fallen summoned if you had gathered its essence and filtered it. By combining different soils you get to revive a sacred beast." Ginny understood it but was still puzzled. Then her faced dawned in realization.
Ginny held her friend's necklace and smiled.
*** ***
"Do you think that muggle artifact can stop me?" Voldemort said in arrogance but Lian's smile made him doubt.
The wind grew and formed around Lian, making a vortex and him in the eye.
"I have chosen the Soil to use for the likes of you," Lian said, pointed threateningly at the dark lord and lifted the gun. The chambers of the gun opened, ready to accept its load. "Someone has a bone to pick with you," he said. Voldemort snarled and did nothing, transfixed with the sudden surge of power.
"The cry of the dark spirit, Dark Green" he took one of the glass bullets that had the same color of his speech and loaded it in.
"The one that does not forgive creation, Virgin White," he loaded the white bullet and looked at the dark lord as Lian played with the last bullet.
"And finally, the one that freezes everything, Ice blue," he loaded it and the chambers closed.
"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort shouted and pointed his wand at Lian. A weak green light shot out from his wand and struck Lian. But the crimson guardian didn't flinch. Surprised, Voldemort tried to run but a whining sound stopped him.
Lian's gun was generating power, so much power that the dark lord never dreamed he could posses. Lian pointed the gun at him and smiled.
"Shine and reborn, summoned creature. SHIVA!" Lian pulled the trigger. Voldemort screamed in dread.
*** ***
Harry noticed the cold immediately, as he pushed Malfoy to the ground he turned to the forest only to find it frozen. Suddenly, Odin was on his horse and galloped for the forest.
Suddenly, Malfoy thrusted his sword but Harry blocked it. His mind went back to his own fight.
*** ***
As Odin entered the forest, all he could see was ice. Goblins and trolls ice sculptures surrounded the area. But he noticed they were far too detailed for sculptures. He sighed as he saw what rage could do. He spotted the only color in the blue field, a red and black speck in the middle of all the destruction.
Nearing it, he smiled. Lian was kneeling down with a blue-haired maiden that he wrapped in his coat in his arms. He was gently stroking her hair but suddenly pointed his sword at Odin.
Surprised at this, Odin frowned but was patient.
"Odin?" Lian was wary but the sacred approached. Lian visibly sighed and stood, carrying the maiden in his arms. "To my side, please," Odin obeyed and looked at him with questioning eyes. But then he found out why he was acting strangely, his eyes were covered in white film and somehow his complexion paled.
Looking at the maiden, Odin merely smiled.
Lian hefted the maiden gently to Odin's saddle and the sacred cradled her in his arms. "Bring her to the lady Ginny," Lian said as he removed his gauntlet. He gave to Odin and smiled.
"Give that to master Potter. It's preloaded so all he has to do is pull the trigger."
"What about you?" Odin asked. Suddenly, his eyes widened as he saw his master's face. He was decaying but still he smiled.
"My time has come," he said and looked at the dark lord. His body was thawing the ice prison he was trapped in. "It's Harry's turn now." He caressed the maiden's face and kissed her cheek.
"Shiva," he sighed. "Lana," he said was he touched her skin. "Be with her until the Vassal comes," Odin nodded slowly and turned for the castle. He slowly walked toward the dark lord. Pulling out his shotgun he aimed for the dark mage's arm and fired. Voldemort's arm shattered and fell.
Lian walked to the fallen arm and aimed at the wand. He pulled the trigger and the wand shattered, but so did his arm for it didn't withstand the blast.
Looking at the where he thought the school was, Lian smiled. A single tear ran down from his cheek as he fell and turned to dust.
His time had passed.
His life was shared.
His soul was free of pain.
No Regrets.
End of 24
A/n: If you are wondering, the style of summoning Lian had done came from Final fantasy Unlimited.
"Come on," Voldemort was getting impatient and hearing a great crack, he smiled.
Now he could have his vengeance.
*** *** ***
"Why are we holding the west end of the school," Harry asked as he looked at the large crack in the barrier. In each passing moment, the crack grew bigger.
"Unfortunately my friends have not yet arrived," Lian, once named Leon, chagrined. "We're the front line."
"We're the only line," Harry pointed out sullenly. Lian smiled and drew his sword.
"So we are," he said. The barrier finally shattered and the foot soldiers attacked first.
"Garden," Harry said to the confusion of Lian.
"Pardon?"
"A garden wedding sounds nice in the summer," Harry smiled. "Don't you agree?"
"Maybe you could plan it on the Burrow," Lian smiled back as he saw the approaching goblins. "It looks nice there. And peaceful too. Just don't advertise it. Or it'll be worse than the world cup." Harry laughed.
"If I live through this," he muttered. Suddenly, the goblins abruptly stopped and gazed at Lian.
"It's the angel of death," one of the goblins cried. Almost immediately all the advancing forces withdrew. All running in panic and confusion. Harry looked at Lian accusingly.
"Did Dumbledore tell you that I have a reputation of being a bringer of death?" Lian asked with a sardonic smile. "At least it was useful today. I really hated that title."
"So that's it?" Harry asked hopefully. But Lian shook his head.
"By now baldy is threatening the goblins with pain and death. Here they come now," true to his word, the goblins came back. But all seemed hesitant in advancing.
"What are you afraid of, you cowards," a blond man in a white trench coat led them. Harry sighed in frustration. Why him? Isn't Voldemort enough?
He wore a black vest and pants. His hair was combed back as usual and he held a sword similar to his own. Somehow he felt it would come to this. Facing his greatest rival in school in one to one. Draco Malfoy.
"What now?" Harry asked as he saw the dementors and Death eaters flying towards them.
"Now? We make it a fair fight," Lian smiled and readied his sword. A lovely melody suddenly filled the air making everyone stop. Suddenly, a wave appeared and headed for the dark ones. Death eaters on brooms suddenly fell for the brooms lost its flight. Now Harry got what Lian meant about a fair fight. Siren's power was to silence all magic. All magic outside of the school was SILENCED. No one could do magic. But what about them?
He was about to ask Lian but he had already anticipated the question.
"We can use magic," he said as he waved his hand and a group of goblins flew away from their advance. "But where's the fun in that?" Harry sighed but when he looked at Malfoy, he smiled.
The former Slytherin looked confused and angry. To this Harry grinned. He only hoped that he remembered everything Lian had thought him. And his seven years of fighting the dark arts will greatly help him now.
"Lian? Can you handle all of them?" he asked but suddenly noticed the change of attitude of the goblins. Now they were really frightened. Looking back, he saw why.
A large red beast loomed over them. It had a body of a man but hands and feet are like paws with sharp claws. Its head was that of a lion, but two horns protruded from the top of its head. It breathed fire and flame. Looking at Lian, he was puzzled. Why was he not afraid? Then it hit him. IT was the friend Lian was talking about.
"About time Ifrit," Lian smiled to it and it roared. Suddenly, a large ball of flame came out from its hand and it threw it to the enemy. They all scattered and some were burned. But that didn't stop the rampage of the red beast.
"What was that, Harry?" Lian asked. Harry shook himself out of his amazement and looked at Lian.
"I have some business to attend to, can you hold?" he asked. Lian turned his head and found Malfoy. Smiling, he looked at Harry.
"Go ahead and be careful," he said. Harry nodded and went after his greatest rival. Lian scanned the battlefield for his opponent. Finding him, his eyes were filled with murder.
Angelian mowed through the goblins and hacked through the dementors and finally reached his goal. The dark lord himself, Voldemort.
Gripping his sword tightly, he walked towards him with determination and purpose. Death was walking with him today.
*** ***
"Hello Malfoy," Harry said as he confronted the dark wizard.
"Curse you, Potter. I'll see that your mudblood friends die for this," Malfoy suddenly lunged at Harry with his sword, only to be parried by him.
"Give it up," Harry said as the two exchanged blows. "You'll never win." Malfoy sneered at him and continued his attack. Now it was a battle of skill and endurance. And Harry hoped he had it both.
** ** **
"What's happening outside?" Ginny asked nervously as she and Hermione guarded the entrance to the lower levels of the castle. Ron went in the dungeons, with great reluctance, to check on the students.
"Probably hell on earth," Hermione said. Her comment gave her a very hard glare. "Why? Worried that your Angel will get scratched?" Hermione joked. Ginny smiled at her attempts to cheer her up.
"Harry will be fine," Ginny sighed. "I just don't think my heart could take it anymore of this tension."
"I have something that could take your mind off the battle outside," Hermione smiled. Ginny seemed interested.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Soil."
*** ***
Voldemort looked at the crimson warrior as he slowly but purposely hacked his way through the goblins. He was puzzled why little of the goblins even looked at his way. HE heard them call him the Angel of Death. But he knew it was just a myth.
Suddenly, that MYTH was standing in front of him. Before the dark lord could react, the warrior kicked him in the gut, sending him flying.
"What are you waiting for?" Voldemort asked as he stood up. "Get him!" from the corner of his eye, Lian saw that he was surrounded. Every place he looked was blocked by goblins and trolls. The remaining few that were left.
"Even if you had silenced magic, mudblood, you cannot defeat all of them," the dark lord had a smug look on his face. Lian gave a smug look of his own.
"Are you sure of that?" he said as he clenched his gauntleted hand and smiled sinisterly.
Voldemrot's brows furrowed as he saw the gauntlet. Suddenly, he felt fear. Fear that was generated from this individual was a fear that the dark lord never encountered before. For the first time in years, he wasn't confident.
"My life and my soul was destroyed because of you," Lian said angrily. "And now I only have my strength." The gauntlet shone and shimmered.
Voldemort looked in shock as the gauntlet suddenly changed. Piece by piece it deformed and piece by piece it was reconstructed as a new element.
"Demon gun, dissolve," Lian whispered.
The gauntlet had become a tri-barreled gun that was also part of Lian's arm. He held the grip tightly and lowered the gun. He then glared at the dark lord, making him fidget under his eyes.
*** ***
"Soil?" Ginny asked in confusion. "What has dirt has to do with anything?" she asked. Hermione smirked at her friend.
"Soil, Ginny, is the essence of a parted sacred," she sighed. "In theory it is possible to revive a fallen summoned if you had gathered its essence and filtered it. By combining different soils you get to revive a sacred beast." Ginny understood it but was still puzzled. Then her faced dawned in realization.
Ginny held her friend's necklace and smiled.
*** ***
"Do you think that muggle artifact can stop me?" Voldemort said in arrogance but Lian's smile made him doubt.
The wind grew and formed around Lian, making a vortex and him in the eye.
"I have chosen the Soil to use for the likes of you," Lian said, pointed threateningly at the dark lord and lifted the gun. The chambers of the gun opened, ready to accept its load. "Someone has a bone to pick with you," he said. Voldemort snarled and did nothing, transfixed with the sudden surge of power.
"The cry of the dark spirit, Dark Green" he took one of the glass bullets that had the same color of his speech and loaded it in.
"The one that does not forgive creation, Virgin White," he loaded the white bullet and looked at the dark lord as Lian played with the last bullet.
"And finally, the one that freezes everything, Ice blue," he loaded it and the chambers closed.
"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort shouted and pointed his wand at Lian. A weak green light shot out from his wand and struck Lian. But the crimson guardian didn't flinch. Surprised, Voldemort tried to run but a whining sound stopped him.
Lian's gun was generating power, so much power that the dark lord never dreamed he could posses. Lian pointed the gun at him and smiled.
"Shine and reborn, summoned creature. SHIVA!" Lian pulled the trigger. Voldemort screamed in dread.
*** ***
Harry noticed the cold immediately, as he pushed Malfoy to the ground he turned to the forest only to find it frozen. Suddenly, Odin was on his horse and galloped for the forest.
Suddenly, Malfoy thrusted his sword but Harry blocked it. His mind went back to his own fight.
*** ***
As Odin entered the forest, all he could see was ice. Goblins and trolls ice sculptures surrounded the area. But he noticed they were far too detailed for sculptures. He sighed as he saw what rage could do. He spotted the only color in the blue field, a red and black speck in the middle of all the destruction.
Nearing it, he smiled. Lian was kneeling down with a blue-haired maiden that he wrapped in his coat in his arms. He was gently stroking her hair but suddenly pointed his sword at Odin.
Surprised at this, Odin frowned but was patient.
"Odin?" Lian was wary but the sacred approached. Lian visibly sighed and stood, carrying the maiden in his arms. "To my side, please," Odin obeyed and looked at him with questioning eyes. But then he found out why he was acting strangely, his eyes were covered in white film and somehow his complexion paled.
Looking at the maiden, Odin merely smiled.
Lian hefted the maiden gently to Odin's saddle and the sacred cradled her in his arms. "Bring her to the lady Ginny," Lian said as he removed his gauntlet. He gave to Odin and smiled.
"Give that to master Potter. It's preloaded so all he has to do is pull the trigger."
"What about you?" Odin asked. Suddenly, his eyes widened as he saw his master's face. He was decaying but still he smiled.
"My time has come," he said and looked at the dark lord. His body was thawing the ice prison he was trapped in. "It's Harry's turn now." He caressed the maiden's face and kissed her cheek.
"Shiva," he sighed. "Lana," he said was he touched her skin. "Be with her until the Vassal comes," Odin nodded slowly and turned for the castle. He slowly walked toward the dark lord. Pulling out his shotgun he aimed for the dark mage's arm and fired. Voldemort's arm shattered and fell.
Lian walked to the fallen arm and aimed at the wand. He pulled the trigger and the wand shattered, but so did his arm for it didn't withstand the blast.
Looking at the where he thought the school was, Lian smiled. A single tear ran down from his cheek as he fell and turned to dust.
His time had passed.
His life was shared.
His soul was free of pain.
No Regrets.
End of 24
A/n: If you are wondering, the style of summoning Lian had done came from Final fantasy Unlimited.