Authors Note: If you've got a weak stomach you might want to skip the first
paragraph or so.
Chapter 15
The chamber was covered in the mushy remains of probably dozens of people. Only three, the Atlantians, hadn't been de-moleculed in piles of gunk. It was the most sickening sight he'd ever seen. Mush that had once been humans, just lying there like soup all over the floor. Grayish, soggy, and some pinkish red and tan piles of jelly-like ooze. Harry whirled around and puked on the passageway's floor. When he'd finally finished turned his stomach inside out he went back in, forcing himself to ignore the mess which for some reason hadn't decayed at all. Disgusted he looked at the black obsidian skull that sat on its pedestal in the center of the chamber, oblivious to the carnage it had caused.
By the bodies clothes he could see that they were from all different walks of life and from different times. Two of them must have been dressed in skins, others in 18th century clothing, one appeared to be a Roman soldier, he recognized the armor. Stepping back he waved his wand, cleaning up the horrid mess. When all of it was finally gone except for the three dead Atlantians, who were as perfect as the day they died, he summoned the skull and pedestal to him. He wrapped it in black felt and vanished in a flash of lightning.
Harry wrote a detailed report of the mission, and of what he'd seen inside the chamber. The SPD was copying the chamber's walls and removing the bodies, Harry was sure he'd have nightmares for weeks. The skull was no different from the other, and he didn't have time to look at the inscriptions just yet. And he didn't want to go back in there for a while.
** Late into the night Harry sat at his desk, Zarith perched on a golden perch beside him, fast asleep, studying a book on the sources of magic. It was terribly incorrect and poorly written, but it had some legends about the sources of magic that must be centuries old, telling about people who found them, then vanished mostly. They had their first battle the next day, Harry wasn't worried, they were up against Bat.
Early the next morning Harry woke his team and got them up. He had them take a short run outside, then they went to their battle. Confident, everyone though the Wolves were soft, slow, and easy to take out, that idea was going to be done away with quickly.
"Stilgar, Janice, Pearl." The three looked at him, Harry handed them each a Bilywig stinger. "You know what to do." They all nodded, once they poked themselves with these they be able to fly. "The rest of you, into your squads, I'm with C." Harry said as they waited outside the door. Finally it rose up and they ran inside.
Inside only two torches lighted the room, one at each end. The walls were a very dark blue/purple, nearly black. The room was basically empty, but in the center there were eight-foot high walls built every which way. And near each door was another small maze. A squad began to build in traps and enchantments around their door. B ran off along one wall and into on of the many entrances to the center maze. Harry led C straight through the middle. The three youngest students rose up into the air and floated above them, protected by shield spells cast by all their team mates before the battle and locked onto them, these shields would only last a half hour. D squad levitated themselves over one of the walls and went in from there. Self- levitation was so difficult and draining that they couldn't do any more of it than that. Many people couldn't do any at all.
Harry's team went right in, Harry knew that the Bat's door was to the west. "Point me." He whispered to his wand, they took a right turn. The walls were thin plywood, Harry considered just blowing them all out of the way all the way to the other door. But thought better of it, preferring the cat and mouse game in the maze.
"Six dead ahead C." Pearl said softly, all of them had enhanced their senses, but the Bat's hadn't and didn't hear.
"Blast the wall out of the way." Harry said pointing to a sharp corner in the wall, he and Neville ran ahead, the others stopped and sent spells blasting through the wall.
"Reducto! Reducto!" Blasts of red light, the other teams shouts, Harry and Neville stunned them while they were still shocked, the rest of the squad caught up. B squad ran into four Bat's. There was a quick skirmish, one Wolf stunned, two Bats tied up two stunned. The Bats were sent up to the floaters who kept them, not wanting the other team to revive them. The Wolf was revived and B continued. A finished with their door and followed Harry's squad in.
D waited as bait, talking loudly, the Bats attacked, thinking they were unseen, C squad struck from behind as they blasted away a wall. Harry and his squad rounded the corner just as the walls were falling away; the three Bats were effectively trapped between the two groups. Three more Bats down. B squad finished the center maze and went into the next one, the others waited in the maze. A near the Wolves door, D off in the right side, C now in the middle and spread out so they blocked the left.
One by one the last five Bats were ferreted out and stunned. Then the Wolves went through the last maze to the door, following the floaters directions. In all it had taken less than twenty minutes.
** After the battle the commanders met in their lounge, an embarrassed Dean Thomas looking at the floor. All the Bats had been taken out, Wolf had only had two stunned. Harry had personally accounted for seven Bats. But the other teams still didn't think that Wolf was much of a problem, one lucky battle, that was all.
Then Dog army, led by Laura Zekra of Hufflepuff, fell to the Wolves. The room had been completely empty, the wolves had put out one torch and made the other into just a two inch high one inch wide flame, flickering constantly. And they had conjured up so much mist that wind spells and light spells did no good. In the dark they attacked, using the shadows and their other senses, they had all worn dark grays that looked like mist, communicating by touch and notes (which had to be held close to the face to read) they had taken out every single Dog. The formation they had used had been so drilled into them that they didn't need to see or hear each other really to work it. They just depended on each other and covered the room. Crawling low so as not to be seen.
Next went Mouse army, led by Terry Boot of Ravenclaw. It had been a tough battle in a well-lighted room, a room filled two and a half feet deep with water and with plastic balls floating nearly a foot thick on the surface. Small platforms had been put up here and there. Using charms to make them light, and transfigurations to make them swim fast and see and breathe under water as well as making the platforms move where they needed them the Wolves got them all, but four of their own were stunned. Harry was so pleased by the victory that he let them skip the after-battle practice he had been making them do, finding ways to improve their performance next time.
**
Death Eater Attack In the Bahamas Leaves Seven Dead, Including The United States of America's Vice-President.
Harry read the article; the Order had managed to save the resorts other seventy-three guests. But the seven had been tortured under the cruciatus curse before they had died. One Order agent had been killed, Katie Bell. Gryffindor was a mess with students grieving for their former chaser. That was the second former Hogwarts Quidditch player lost in three weeks. The first had been Cho Chang, former seeker.
The next page of the newspaper was more interesting.
Elves Back at Hogwarts
The king and queen of the elves will once again be journeying to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to discuss elf/human relations.
It continued for some ways, the elves would be coming in one week. How nice, Harry would of course have to give them an update on the skulls, he looked forward to it. If only he had something new to tell them. Kylara was overjoyed to see her parents again, apparently they didn't have much time to pay attention t their only child.
** Alright team, today we are going to try some formations in flight." Harry said, the people with brooms had been formed into their own unit to attack from the air. There were no rules against this, and Harry had a feeling that Barracuda army, led by Draco, would be flying as well.
They kicked off the ground and formed a W shape, Harry in the center forward position and flew out across the room. Harry had the team practice holding the broom with one or no hands while shooting spells, then they split into two groups and attacked each other.
Harry rolled low to avoid a body bind, arching his back while under the broom he shot a stunning spell over and behind him. A cry told him he'd hit his target. He swung up and dove, Stilgar zapped by, Harry did and backwards half loop and followed, Stilgar threw up a good shield, Harry used a hex to make his broom throw him off, the astonished boy went flying off his broom. He hit the ground unharmed thanks to a cushioning spell.
** The house was old and run-down. It was situated among the trees on a hillside, death eaters were gathering outside by the score. Soon six hundred robed and hooded and masked men and women were standing out there. The door opened and sixteen others came out.
All of the newcomers were young, in their twenties, they were scarred and all were armed with a variety or cruel looking weapons. They were obviously the first of the death eater Voldemort had trained since childhood, the ones who had spent years in those cages fighting to the death with each other and learning only the dark arts. Harry felt pity for those sixteen, they had had horrible lives, but they didn't know that, didn't know what they were missing. Everyone waited, then with a small pop a tall figure in black robes with red slited eyes appeared.
"So, we meet again my death eaters. It has been two weeks, the cells in both the fort and my castle are empty now. Don't worry though; we'll have some new prisoners by the night's end." He said in a hissing voice, shivers of fear and expectation ran through the audience.
"My lord, just tell us where to strike." Said a man standing in the front row.
"I will then, disperse my death eaters across the seven continents as you will in groups of a dozen or so, bring me the powerful, the respected, the mighty, the leaders among the magic folk. Feel free to bring any muggles you feel like capturing as well, the dementors and vampires need food, and muggles are such fun to torture. Go now." The mod moved into groups and they disappeared.
Harry woke with a start in his room, Zarith gave a very soft soothing croon from his perch. Harry reached with his mind, seeking, seeking, finally he found his goal.
Sirius?
Harry, what is it?
Voldemort has sent out all his death eaters to capture, and I quote, "the powerful, the respected, the might, leaders of the magic folk, and any muggles they feel like having a bit of fun with.
Where?
Anywhere, across all seven continents. It will be very difficult to stop them.
Alright, we will need your help, please try to find out more.
I will notify you when I do.
No tell Dumbledore, don't strain yourself, I know how difficult telepathy is for someone outside the Order.
Alright.
Harry got out of bed and walked to a wall hanging upon which there was the image of a howling wolf. He tapped it with his wand twice and it rolled up revealing a door. Harry spoke the password.
"Canis Lupus." The door swung open into his hidden room. There was only one now, with a small fireplace, a large round table, an armchair and a couch. Along one wall were racks and racks of potions. Harry sat in front of the fire place and took a deep breath, then stopped, if he gave a prophecy he would need someone else here to record it. He looked at his watch and pressed one of the four buttons on it, the purple one.
"Ira?" There was a silence, Ira would feel the watch becoming very cold, then very hot, then very cold, then vibrating against her wrist, in a second her voice came to him.
"Harry?"
"I'm attempting to do some fire gazing, Voldemort's just sent his death eaters off and I need to find where, can you please come to my room as soon as possible?"
"Sure, activate the portkey." Harry held down Ira's purple button while pressing a triangular silver one, instantly Ira appeared beside him.
"Okay, I'll write down anything you say, do you have the vision recorder?" Harry held it up, it would record what he saw, but he had discovered that it didn't record any prophecy he gave, and he wasn't sure why not or how to make it do so. He summoned a small phial from rack and drank the bluish liquid. It would keep any pain from his scar at a bearable level. He sat down in front of the fire, Ira on the couch right behind him, slowly he let the flames hypnotize him.
He saw a globe, earth, sitting in the starry darkness that was space. Getting closer he watched as it slowly rotated, then blobs of black began to appear on the planet. The first starting in England. Then others elsewhere. Slowly they grew and more appeared they grew steadily, like an ugly sickness spreading over the whole world. Harry could feel the stink of evil, rot and decay. He could hear screams and cries, pleas of help. The darkness grew to an even deeper black that swallowed the light of the sun and didn't shine at all. Nothing but darkness, spread unstoppably over the planet. Harry felt great sorrow, loss, and then anger. The darkness was hurting people, destroying them, he could not allow this to happen.
*But it is already happening* He thought suddenly. Furious he shouted a challenge to the darkness, he would not just sit by and let it take over, nearly the whole world was consumed now. *NO! Never! Leave them alone!* he raged at it as the darkness spread, drinking in the planet unstoppably. Harry's fury grew, millions of people were screaming in pain and loss, he could not let this happen. *I WILL NOT LET YOU DESTROY MY PEOPLE!!!* This time the darkness stopped, the slowly began to spread again. *My people? Where did that come from?* Harry asked himself, but they were his people, they were humans.no Atlantians.and so was he, and he would not let this darkness take them all. Muggles and magic folk alike, he could not let it destroy them. Harry looked carefully at the planet before him, some small areas were still as they had been, he looked and spotted a large one in England, he reached out, and gently touched it. He could feel evil slowly creeping up on the desperate people there who fought to stave off the oncoming tidal wave of destruction. Harry took a deep breath ad began to fight back with his mind. The darkness stopped, then slowly Harry gained ground, becoming confident and sure, he would not allow his people to be harmed. The light area grew larger and larger. Harry placed both hands of the slowly rotating planet and the light spread, he poured courage and unity into it, and the light rose at his call, beating back the darkness. His surety, power, and confidence grew, he could feel people dying, but he was there with them, no longer were they at the mercy of the darkness, he felt their pain, soaked it up, and drew it away. The light glowed brilliantly, spread into the areas the hastily receding darkness vacated. Else where the darkness was trying to make a comeback, but Harry firmly stopped it, his power spread to cover the world, the darkness shriveled, but as it shriveled Harry noticed something. It wasn't leaving, it was just hiding, it was still there, gathering power. All of the darkness moved back into one spot, where it was cornered, then it flared up. Harry felt the pain and fear of millions, he reassured them and gave them the courage and strength to fight for their planet. Flames sprouted out of the planet, black and gold, the two fought, then the gold roared up, the darkness fell away completely, leaving the planet glowing brilliantly. Harry smiled and relaxed, then, very slowly, tiny stops of darkness appeared, he exerted more control and they vanished.
For nearly an hour Harry sat, fighting the darkness off the planet, then it vanished, and the vision changed.
All around there was swirling lights. *I have to find out where the death eaters are going* Harry thought frantically. Then he calmed himself and reached for the knowledge he sought, not for himself but knowledge that would protect his people.
He was drifting through the night, towards a city, its gleaming lights visible. On the outskirts he stopped in a small neighborhood, then with a dozen pops death eaters appeared. There was a sign on a board with the town's name on it, it was written in Russian. Then it all vanished, another town, another group of death eaters. This went on for three hours. Finally it was gone. Now he was in a different place, darkness again.
Then slowly the vision solidified, and he saw a green and blue planet floating in space. It was not earth, there were three continents. One very big, and two smaller ones that were the same size. Climate varied between them, for the planet's climate was almost identical to earth. Ranging from the South Pole to the north and everything in-between. No animals seemed to live there, but as he descended into the grasses and forests he realized that he knew almost all of the plants. Magical and none magical they were there, the same exact plants as Earth had. And he realized where he was, Atlantis. Looking out over it he instantly felt a desire to be there, to live on Atlantis, for everyone with magic to be there, where they belonged. The planet seemed to speak to him, telling him, in Atlantian, that it was time to come home.
*Soon, soon, I promise, I'll be back.* he told it, it seemed to relax, *I will bring them home.* He slowly swirled away into a dark gold mist. *Okay Harry, bizarre? Talking planets? Are you crazy?* he asked himself in grim amusement. *No, I'm not, Atlantis calls her children home, we will return.*
Someone was speaking from far, far, away, slowly he drew himself toward the voice, knowing that when he was awake enough he would realize it was his own, and it was. What a surprise, he just hoped Ira copied it down right.
Suddenly his eyes flew open, Harry gasped, then relaxed, he was back. Physically, mentally, and magically he felt drained and exhausted. He leaned back against Ira's leg and closed his eyes.
"How do you feel?"
"Like I got run over by a truck, just peachy thanks, what did I say?" He asked, Ira handed him a piece of parchment. Harry looked it over an dread it out loud.
"Who is that one, loyal and brave? Who never turned and ran, but stayed? This is a warrior born not made! The warrior is one of wisdom Living in peace, aye many a season, Calm in life, sound in reason."
"That's all?" he asked in a despairing voice, he hadn't a clue what this meant, or what to do with it or the other prophecy's he'd been giving lately. Sensing his distress Ira began massaging his shoulders.
"It sounds a bit like the other two, do you have them?" Harry took them out of a pocket and put the three pieces on the ground beside him. Then he noticed something and rearranged them.
"You know, I think I'm reciting a full prophecy, only I'm doing it in sections that are all mixed up, I'll need the fourth piece before I really understand it, grand, just grand."
"Well I don't think you'll get anything else from the fire tonight, you'd probably collapse right into it. Send the recorder to Sirius, then get some sleep." Ira advised, Harry stood and helped her up.
"Good idea, thanks Ira."
"Anytime Harry, goodnight."
After she had left Harry viewed the recorder, not really surprised to not that none of the stuff with Atlantis or the darkness covering the earth and him beating it back was on there. Just the visions of the towns with the death eaters.
"Zarith, do you think you could get this to Sirius as fats as possible?" He asked the phoenix, knowing that phoenix's were about three times as fast as owls. The young phoenix picked up the recorder, gave a small note of song, and flew off. Exhausted Harry went back to bed, glad that the next day was Sunday, and that the battle wasn't until noon.
Chapter 15
The chamber was covered in the mushy remains of probably dozens of people. Only three, the Atlantians, hadn't been de-moleculed in piles of gunk. It was the most sickening sight he'd ever seen. Mush that had once been humans, just lying there like soup all over the floor. Grayish, soggy, and some pinkish red and tan piles of jelly-like ooze. Harry whirled around and puked on the passageway's floor. When he'd finally finished turned his stomach inside out he went back in, forcing himself to ignore the mess which for some reason hadn't decayed at all. Disgusted he looked at the black obsidian skull that sat on its pedestal in the center of the chamber, oblivious to the carnage it had caused.
By the bodies clothes he could see that they were from all different walks of life and from different times. Two of them must have been dressed in skins, others in 18th century clothing, one appeared to be a Roman soldier, he recognized the armor. Stepping back he waved his wand, cleaning up the horrid mess. When all of it was finally gone except for the three dead Atlantians, who were as perfect as the day they died, he summoned the skull and pedestal to him. He wrapped it in black felt and vanished in a flash of lightning.
Harry wrote a detailed report of the mission, and of what he'd seen inside the chamber. The SPD was copying the chamber's walls and removing the bodies, Harry was sure he'd have nightmares for weeks. The skull was no different from the other, and he didn't have time to look at the inscriptions just yet. And he didn't want to go back in there for a while.
** Late into the night Harry sat at his desk, Zarith perched on a golden perch beside him, fast asleep, studying a book on the sources of magic. It was terribly incorrect and poorly written, but it had some legends about the sources of magic that must be centuries old, telling about people who found them, then vanished mostly. They had their first battle the next day, Harry wasn't worried, they were up against Bat.
Early the next morning Harry woke his team and got them up. He had them take a short run outside, then they went to their battle. Confident, everyone though the Wolves were soft, slow, and easy to take out, that idea was going to be done away with quickly.
"Stilgar, Janice, Pearl." The three looked at him, Harry handed them each a Bilywig stinger. "You know what to do." They all nodded, once they poked themselves with these they be able to fly. "The rest of you, into your squads, I'm with C." Harry said as they waited outside the door. Finally it rose up and they ran inside.
Inside only two torches lighted the room, one at each end. The walls were a very dark blue/purple, nearly black. The room was basically empty, but in the center there were eight-foot high walls built every which way. And near each door was another small maze. A squad began to build in traps and enchantments around their door. B ran off along one wall and into on of the many entrances to the center maze. Harry led C straight through the middle. The three youngest students rose up into the air and floated above them, protected by shield spells cast by all their team mates before the battle and locked onto them, these shields would only last a half hour. D squad levitated themselves over one of the walls and went in from there. Self- levitation was so difficult and draining that they couldn't do any more of it than that. Many people couldn't do any at all.
Harry's team went right in, Harry knew that the Bat's door was to the west. "Point me." He whispered to his wand, they took a right turn. The walls were thin plywood, Harry considered just blowing them all out of the way all the way to the other door. But thought better of it, preferring the cat and mouse game in the maze.
"Six dead ahead C." Pearl said softly, all of them had enhanced their senses, but the Bat's hadn't and didn't hear.
"Blast the wall out of the way." Harry said pointing to a sharp corner in the wall, he and Neville ran ahead, the others stopped and sent spells blasting through the wall.
"Reducto! Reducto!" Blasts of red light, the other teams shouts, Harry and Neville stunned them while they were still shocked, the rest of the squad caught up. B squad ran into four Bat's. There was a quick skirmish, one Wolf stunned, two Bats tied up two stunned. The Bats were sent up to the floaters who kept them, not wanting the other team to revive them. The Wolf was revived and B continued. A finished with their door and followed Harry's squad in.
D waited as bait, talking loudly, the Bats attacked, thinking they were unseen, C squad struck from behind as they blasted away a wall. Harry and his squad rounded the corner just as the walls were falling away; the three Bats were effectively trapped between the two groups. Three more Bats down. B squad finished the center maze and went into the next one, the others waited in the maze. A near the Wolves door, D off in the right side, C now in the middle and spread out so they blocked the left.
One by one the last five Bats were ferreted out and stunned. Then the Wolves went through the last maze to the door, following the floaters directions. In all it had taken less than twenty minutes.
** After the battle the commanders met in their lounge, an embarrassed Dean Thomas looking at the floor. All the Bats had been taken out, Wolf had only had two stunned. Harry had personally accounted for seven Bats. But the other teams still didn't think that Wolf was much of a problem, one lucky battle, that was all.
Then Dog army, led by Laura Zekra of Hufflepuff, fell to the Wolves. The room had been completely empty, the wolves had put out one torch and made the other into just a two inch high one inch wide flame, flickering constantly. And they had conjured up so much mist that wind spells and light spells did no good. In the dark they attacked, using the shadows and their other senses, they had all worn dark grays that looked like mist, communicating by touch and notes (which had to be held close to the face to read) they had taken out every single Dog. The formation they had used had been so drilled into them that they didn't need to see or hear each other really to work it. They just depended on each other and covered the room. Crawling low so as not to be seen.
Next went Mouse army, led by Terry Boot of Ravenclaw. It had been a tough battle in a well-lighted room, a room filled two and a half feet deep with water and with plastic balls floating nearly a foot thick on the surface. Small platforms had been put up here and there. Using charms to make them light, and transfigurations to make them swim fast and see and breathe under water as well as making the platforms move where they needed them the Wolves got them all, but four of their own were stunned. Harry was so pleased by the victory that he let them skip the after-battle practice he had been making them do, finding ways to improve their performance next time.
**
Death Eater Attack In the Bahamas Leaves Seven Dead, Including The United States of America's Vice-President.
Harry read the article; the Order had managed to save the resorts other seventy-three guests. But the seven had been tortured under the cruciatus curse before they had died. One Order agent had been killed, Katie Bell. Gryffindor was a mess with students grieving for their former chaser. That was the second former Hogwarts Quidditch player lost in three weeks. The first had been Cho Chang, former seeker.
The next page of the newspaper was more interesting.
Elves Back at Hogwarts
The king and queen of the elves will once again be journeying to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to discuss elf/human relations.
It continued for some ways, the elves would be coming in one week. How nice, Harry would of course have to give them an update on the skulls, he looked forward to it. If only he had something new to tell them. Kylara was overjoyed to see her parents again, apparently they didn't have much time to pay attention t their only child.
** Alright team, today we are going to try some formations in flight." Harry said, the people with brooms had been formed into their own unit to attack from the air. There were no rules against this, and Harry had a feeling that Barracuda army, led by Draco, would be flying as well.
They kicked off the ground and formed a W shape, Harry in the center forward position and flew out across the room. Harry had the team practice holding the broom with one or no hands while shooting spells, then they split into two groups and attacked each other.
Harry rolled low to avoid a body bind, arching his back while under the broom he shot a stunning spell over and behind him. A cry told him he'd hit his target. He swung up and dove, Stilgar zapped by, Harry did and backwards half loop and followed, Stilgar threw up a good shield, Harry used a hex to make his broom throw him off, the astonished boy went flying off his broom. He hit the ground unharmed thanks to a cushioning spell.
** The house was old and run-down. It was situated among the trees on a hillside, death eaters were gathering outside by the score. Soon six hundred robed and hooded and masked men and women were standing out there. The door opened and sixteen others came out.
All of the newcomers were young, in their twenties, they were scarred and all were armed with a variety or cruel looking weapons. They were obviously the first of the death eater Voldemort had trained since childhood, the ones who had spent years in those cages fighting to the death with each other and learning only the dark arts. Harry felt pity for those sixteen, they had had horrible lives, but they didn't know that, didn't know what they were missing. Everyone waited, then with a small pop a tall figure in black robes with red slited eyes appeared.
"So, we meet again my death eaters. It has been two weeks, the cells in both the fort and my castle are empty now. Don't worry though; we'll have some new prisoners by the night's end." He said in a hissing voice, shivers of fear and expectation ran through the audience.
"My lord, just tell us where to strike." Said a man standing in the front row.
"I will then, disperse my death eaters across the seven continents as you will in groups of a dozen or so, bring me the powerful, the respected, the mighty, the leaders among the magic folk. Feel free to bring any muggles you feel like capturing as well, the dementors and vampires need food, and muggles are such fun to torture. Go now." The mod moved into groups and they disappeared.
Harry woke with a start in his room, Zarith gave a very soft soothing croon from his perch. Harry reached with his mind, seeking, seeking, finally he found his goal.
Sirius?
Harry, what is it?
Voldemort has sent out all his death eaters to capture, and I quote, "the powerful, the respected, the might, leaders of the magic folk, and any muggles they feel like having a bit of fun with.
Where?
Anywhere, across all seven continents. It will be very difficult to stop them.
Alright, we will need your help, please try to find out more.
I will notify you when I do.
No tell Dumbledore, don't strain yourself, I know how difficult telepathy is for someone outside the Order.
Alright.
Harry got out of bed and walked to a wall hanging upon which there was the image of a howling wolf. He tapped it with his wand twice and it rolled up revealing a door. Harry spoke the password.
"Canis Lupus." The door swung open into his hidden room. There was only one now, with a small fireplace, a large round table, an armchair and a couch. Along one wall were racks and racks of potions. Harry sat in front of the fire place and took a deep breath, then stopped, if he gave a prophecy he would need someone else here to record it. He looked at his watch and pressed one of the four buttons on it, the purple one.
"Ira?" There was a silence, Ira would feel the watch becoming very cold, then very hot, then very cold, then vibrating against her wrist, in a second her voice came to him.
"Harry?"
"I'm attempting to do some fire gazing, Voldemort's just sent his death eaters off and I need to find where, can you please come to my room as soon as possible?"
"Sure, activate the portkey." Harry held down Ira's purple button while pressing a triangular silver one, instantly Ira appeared beside him.
"Okay, I'll write down anything you say, do you have the vision recorder?" Harry held it up, it would record what he saw, but he had discovered that it didn't record any prophecy he gave, and he wasn't sure why not or how to make it do so. He summoned a small phial from rack and drank the bluish liquid. It would keep any pain from his scar at a bearable level. He sat down in front of the fire, Ira on the couch right behind him, slowly he let the flames hypnotize him.
He saw a globe, earth, sitting in the starry darkness that was space. Getting closer he watched as it slowly rotated, then blobs of black began to appear on the planet. The first starting in England. Then others elsewhere. Slowly they grew and more appeared they grew steadily, like an ugly sickness spreading over the whole world. Harry could feel the stink of evil, rot and decay. He could hear screams and cries, pleas of help. The darkness grew to an even deeper black that swallowed the light of the sun and didn't shine at all. Nothing but darkness, spread unstoppably over the planet. Harry felt great sorrow, loss, and then anger. The darkness was hurting people, destroying them, he could not allow this to happen.
*But it is already happening* He thought suddenly. Furious he shouted a challenge to the darkness, he would not just sit by and let it take over, nearly the whole world was consumed now. *NO! Never! Leave them alone!* he raged at it as the darkness spread, drinking in the planet unstoppably. Harry's fury grew, millions of people were screaming in pain and loss, he could not let this happen. *I WILL NOT LET YOU DESTROY MY PEOPLE!!!* This time the darkness stopped, the slowly began to spread again. *My people? Where did that come from?* Harry asked himself, but they were his people, they were humans.no Atlantians.and so was he, and he would not let this darkness take them all. Muggles and magic folk alike, he could not let it destroy them. Harry looked carefully at the planet before him, some small areas were still as they had been, he looked and spotted a large one in England, he reached out, and gently touched it. He could feel evil slowly creeping up on the desperate people there who fought to stave off the oncoming tidal wave of destruction. Harry took a deep breath ad began to fight back with his mind. The darkness stopped, then slowly Harry gained ground, becoming confident and sure, he would not allow his people to be harmed. The light area grew larger and larger. Harry placed both hands of the slowly rotating planet and the light spread, he poured courage and unity into it, and the light rose at his call, beating back the darkness. His surety, power, and confidence grew, he could feel people dying, but he was there with them, no longer were they at the mercy of the darkness, he felt their pain, soaked it up, and drew it away. The light glowed brilliantly, spread into the areas the hastily receding darkness vacated. Else where the darkness was trying to make a comeback, but Harry firmly stopped it, his power spread to cover the world, the darkness shriveled, but as it shriveled Harry noticed something. It wasn't leaving, it was just hiding, it was still there, gathering power. All of the darkness moved back into one spot, where it was cornered, then it flared up. Harry felt the pain and fear of millions, he reassured them and gave them the courage and strength to fight for their planet. Flames sprouted out of the planet, black and gold, the two fought, then the gold roared up, the darkness fell away completely, leaving the planet glowing brilliantly. Harry smiled and relaxed, then, very slowly, tiny stops of darkness appeared, he exerted more control and they vanished.
For nearly an hour Harry sat, fighting the darkness off the planet, then it vanished, and the vision changed.
All around there was swirling lights. *I have to find out where the death eaters are going* Harry thought frantically. Then he calmed himself and reached for the knowledge he sought, not for himself but knowledge that would protect his people.
He was drifting through the night, towards a city, its gleaming lights visible. On the outskirts he stopped in a small neighborhood, then with a dozen pops death eaters appeared. There was a sign on a board with the town's name on it, it was written in Russian. Then it all vanished, another town, another group of death eaters. This went on for three hours. Finally it was gone. Now he was in a different place, darkness again.
Then slowly the vision solidified, and he saw a green and blue planet floating in space. It was not earth, there were three continents. One very big, and two smaller ones that were the same size. Climate varied between them, for the planet's climate was almost identical to earth. Ranging from the South Pole to the north and everything in-between. No animals seemed to live there, but as he descended into the grasses and forests he realized that he knew almost all of the plants. Magical and none magical they were there, the same exact plants as Earth had. And he realized where he was, Atlantis. Looking out over it he instantly felt a desire to be there, to live on Atlantis, for everyone with magic to be there, where they belonged. The planet seemed to speak to him, telling him, in Atlantian, that it was time to come home.
*Soon, soon, I promise, I'll be back.* he told it, it seemed to relax, *I will bring them home.* He slowly swirled away into a dark gold mist. *Okay Harry, bizarre? Talking planets? Are you crazy?* he asked himself in grim amusement. *No, I'm not, Atlantis calls her children home, we will return.*
Someone was speaking from far, far, away, slowly he drew himself toward the voice, knowing that when he was awake enough he would realize it was his own, and it was. What a surprise, he just hoped Ira copied it down right.
Suddenly his eyes flew open, Harry gasped, then relaxed, he was back. Physically, mentally, and magically he felt drained and exhausted. He leaned back against Ira's leg and closed his eyes.
"How do you feel?"
"Like I got run over by a truck, just peachy thanks, what did I say?" He asked, Ira handed him a piece of parchment. Harry looked it over an dread it out loud.
"Who is that one, loyal and brave? Who never turned and ran, but stayed? This is a warrior born not made! The warrior is one of wisdom Living in peace, aye many a season, Calm in life, sound in reason."
"That's all?" he asked in a despairing voice, he hadn't a clue what this meant, or what to do with it or the other prophecy's he'd been giving lately. Sensing his distress Ira began massaging his shoulders.
"It sounds a bit like the other two, do you have them?" Harry took them out of a pocket and put the three pieces on the ground beside him. Then he noticed something and rearranged them.
"You know, I think I'm reciting a full prophecy, only I'm doing it in sections that are all mixed up, I'll need the fourth piece before I really understand it, grand, just grand."
"Well I don't think you'll get anything else from the fire tonight, you'd probably collapse right into it. Send the recorder to Sirius, then get some sleep." Ira advised, Harry stood and helped her up.
"Good idea, thanks Ira."
"Anytime Harry, goodnight."
After she had left Harry viewed the recorder, not really surprised to not that none of the stuff with Atlantis or the darkness covering the earth and him beating it back was on there. Just the visions of the towns with the death eaters.
"Zarith, do you think you could get this to Sirius as fats as possible?" He asked the phoenix, knowing that phoenix's were about three times as fast as owls. The young phoenix picked up the recorder, gave a small note of song, and flew off. Exhausted Harry went back to bed, glad that the next day was Sunday, and that the battle wasn't until noon.