Chapter 8 Turn the World Around
Harry picked meticulously over his written report of everything known so far about the appearance, parts, and purpose of the skull, pedestal, and the chamber. He had already finished a full written report on everything known about Atlantis and what that knowledge meant. It was a huge document, twenty pages long, sitting in a folder marked Atlantis: The Planet and in another folder another fifteen pages marked Atlantis on Earth.
The gathering had been pushed back two days due to an attack. This attack entered the wizarding world into a new phase of the war. Voldemort was using muggles, all under the imperius curse, to aid him. There had been three suicidal bombings in the capital of Australia just an hour before Harry's presentation was scheduled. There was no reason behind this attack, for Voldemort had been planning an attack on the Fortress and all the important officials gathered there during the presentation. Bu for some reason he had deviated from that course of action and turned on Australia. Sarlan's spy network had gathered that the planned attack would take place as scheduled during the presentation in two days. Giving Harry more time to figure out what he should and shouldn't say. He knew that what he said would have major consequences, in the long run for the whole of humanity. And in the short run for every newspaper, every book written on Atlantis, and much more besides. He now planned to lessen the blow by pre-informing the Order Council, and gathering some specialists in other fields of study to back his findings.
Fred and George and himself had done some tests and figured out that the pedestal could not harm people, or de-molecule them, as was the term for what the skull did. Therefore Harry had to decide whether or not to bring the pedestal to the presentation. Harry signed his name on the paper and filed it, leaning back he stretched and checked his watch, time to check up on the SPD's (Special Projects Division) progress.
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The bustling mob of reporters and important people slowly entered the room and sat down. In a back hallway behind the stage Harry was waiting with the Council, having just given them a run through of what eh had to say.
"My lord Skeeter has been taken out along with the supposed death eaters." Sirius nodded at the report from Damia, of the Silver patrol. Two patrols were on duty around the Fortress, making sure the death eaters didn't attack. Through a spy Voldemort had been told that the Order believed that he would attack during the presentation, Sarlan had yet to find out if the attack plans had therefore been cancelled.
Harry was in a mild trance, building up his mental barriers against the noisy jumble of thoughts in the next room. Over the summer the news about his being a mind reader had been leaked to the general public. The Prophet had gone haywire over the news, people were constantly giving Harry strange looks. But his assurance to the reporters demanding interviews that he could not read a blocked mind had led nearly everyone to perform the blocking spell, and for this Harry was grateful. But despite this some people hadn't done the spell correctly, and on others not well enough, he could still here whispers of thoughts all throughout the room. Finally the clock struck six, Harry made his way out onto the stage amid applause.
"Thank you everyone, quiet please?" Harry went up behind the small table; behind him was the Potter banner, a white flag with the outline of a circle in gold, the online of the four points in emerald green, with an outline of a pair of gold lightning bolts zapping down into it from either side, a Royal Aaron standing on either side of the crest. Against it sat the three specialists whom Harry had called in to help. "Good evening, one week ago I came before you to announce what we had discovered so far in our study of the Source of Magic and of the Atlantian people. My presentation today will be a continuation of this." Harry waited for effect for a few moments.
"2 million years ago this planet was much different than it is today. It was warmer, 82% of it was water, and not a single human being lived on it, and no magic of any sort existed. Then an advanced civilization of humans emerged, apparently out of nowhere, they called themselves the Atlantians, where did they come from? Who were these people? The ancestors of all humans living today? Their meticulously documented history, carved into the walls of the chamber in which the Source of Magic, the skull, was found, relates their entire history, and how they came to Earth. Yes, how they came to Earth, for the Atlantians themselves were not form this planet, they came here from another." Harry waited quietly while questions and shouts rang out, then he opened his mouth to speak, instant silence.
"What I will tell you tonight is the story of our ancestors, how they came to be here, millions of light-years form their home planet, how they founded Atlantis on Earth, and how it was destroyed by that same catastrophe which drove them from their home, and their sacrifice to us, their descendants, so that we, like them, would have magic."
Woo what's Harry going to say? I love making up stories like this so the next chapter will be another long one. You'll be surprised…I hope. Review please!
Harry picked meticulously over his written report of everything known so far about the appearance, parts, and purpose of the skull, pedestal, and the chamber. He had already finished a full written report on everything known about Atlantis and what that knowledge meant. It was a huge document, twenty pages long, sitting in a folder marked Atlantis: The Planet and in another folder another fifteen pages marked Atlantis on Earth.
The gathering had been pushed back two days due to an attack. This attack entered the wizarding world into a new phase of the war. Voldemort was using muggles, all under the imperius curse, to aid him. There had been three suicidal bombings in the capital of Australia just an hour before Harry's presentation was scheduled. There was no reason behind this attack, for Voldemort had been planning an attack on the Fortress and all the important officials gathered there during the presentation. Bu for some reason he had deviated from that course of action and turned on Australia. Sarlan's spy network had gathered that the planned attack would take place as scheduled during the presentation in two days. Giving Harry more time to figure out what he should and shouldn't say. He knew that what he said would have major consequences, in the long run for the whole of humanity. And in the short run for every newspaper, every book written on Atlantis, and much more besides. He now planned to lessen the blow by pre-informing the Order Council, and gathering some specialists in other fields of study to back his findings.
Fred and George and himself had done some tests and figured out that the pedestal could not harm people, or de-molecule them, as was the term for what the skull did. Therefore Harry had to decide whether or not to bring the pedestal to the presentation. Harry signed his name on the paper and filed it, leaning back he stretched and checked his watch, time to check up on the SPD's (Special Projects Division) progress.
**
The bustling mob of reporters and important people slowly entered the room and sat down. In a back hallway behind the stage Harry was waiting with the Council, having just given them a run through of what eh had to say.
"My lord Skeeter has been taken out along with the supposed death eaters." Sirius nodded at the report from Damia, of the Silver patrol. Two patrols were on duty around the Fortress, making sure the death eaters didn't attack. Through a spy Voldemort had been told that the Order believed that he would attack during the presentation, Sarlan had yet to find out if the attack plans had therefore been cancelled.
Harry was in a mild trance, building up his mental barriers against the noisy jumble of thoughts in the next room. Over the summer the news about his being a mind reader had been leaked to the general public. The Prophet had gone haywire over the news, people were constantly giving Harry strange looks. But his assurance to the reporters demanding interviews that he could not read a blocked mind had led nearly everyone to perform the blocking spell, and for this Harry was grateful. But despite this some people hadn't done the spell correctly, and on others not well enough, he could still here whispers of thoughts all throughout the room. Finally the clock struck six, Harry made his way out onto the stage amid applause.
"Thank you everyone, quiet please?" Harry went up behind the small table; behind him was the Potter banner, a white flag with the outline of a circle in gold, the online of the four points in emerald green, with an outline of a pair of gold lightning bolts zapping down into it from either side, a Royal Aaron standing on either side of the crest. Against it sat the three specialists whom Harry had called in to help. "Good evening, one week ago I came before you to announce what we had discovered so far in our study of the Source of Magic and of the Atlantian people. My presentation today will be a continuation of this." Harry waited for effect for a few moments.
"2 million years ago this planet was much different than it is today. It was warmer, 82% of it was water, and not a single human being lived on it, and no magic of any sort existed. Then an advanced civilization of humans emerged, apparently out of nowhere, they called themselves the Atlantians, where did they come from? Who were these people? The ancestors of all humans living today? Their meticulously documented history, carved into the walls of the chamber in which the Source of Magic, the skull, was found, relates their entire history, and how they came to Earth. Yes, how they came to Earth, for the Atlantians themselves were not form this planet, they came here from another." Harry waited quietly while questions and shouts rang out, then he opened his mouth to speak, instant silence.
"What I will tell you tonight is the story of our ancestors, how they came to be here, millions of light-years form their home planet, how they founded Atlantis on Earth, and how it was destroyed by that same catastrophe which drove them from their home, and their sacrifice to us, their descendants, so that we, like them, would have magic."
Woo what's Harry going to say? I love making up stories like this so the next chapter will be another long one. You'll be surprised…I hope. Review please!