We Have To Go
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter, it's all J.K. Rowling's
"What army of dementors?" James asked urgently.
Theosar looked at James and said, "There is an army of TEN THOUSAND dementors massing for an attack of the magical world."
James's hairs stood on end when he thought of what if the dementors sucking the souls out of everyone in Hogwarts. James then looked at Theosar and said,
"We must do something."
Theosar looked at James and put his hand on James's shoulder and said,
"We will."
James then looked at a beautifully decorated sword and sheath that Theosar held in his left hand.
"Nice sword," James said. "It's your sword my friend," Theosar replied as he held out the sword to James, which he took graciously.
The sheath was decorated with a strange scripted language and had patterns of vines growing up the sheath to the end of it. James pulled out the sword and was in awe at its beauty. It too was elaborately decorated, and was of a shinny, reflective, silvery metal that seemed light as a feather.
"It was forged when you were made into one of us," Theosar said as he smiled at James holding the sword. James hooked the sheath onto his belt and put the sword in it.
"What am I? Some sort of soldier?" James asked in a joking way. Theosar smiled and said, "No, you're a carpenter, and I'm a magician."
James laughed and they walked into what seemed like stables. Horses were in every stall and all were of a bright white color. These horses were the first things that James had seen that looked familiar. Theosar led James to a tall horse that bowed its head to James when he walked up to it. Theosar patted the horse on the head behind its ears and said,
"This is Nalisar, your horse. He is wise beyond his years and has seen many battles in his time. He will be faithful to you, and be your companion in the times ahead."
James walked into the horse's stall and mounted the horse. Theosar mounted another horse that had a very strange resemblance to Nalisar. James led Nalisar out of the stables and past what James figured was the city gate. He past under the archway and was upon a road that was lined with beautiful trees on either side of the road. James broke out into a run riding Nalisar down the road. Theosar followed very closely. James loved the breeze blowing past him as he rode. James rode horses back at his home in Scotland as soon as he was old enough to fit in the saddle. Riding horses felt natural to him. But riding Nalisar was like they were one being. They stopped at a flowing creek to give their horses a needed drink. James sat on a flat rock by the water's edge.
"Why can't I go back?" asked James.
Theosar dismounted his horse and sat on some grass and said,
"The council doesn't wish for your people to know anything of us."
"But why?" James asked.
"They fear that if we interfere that we can cause extreme harm to your people," Theosar said in a frustrated tone.
"But what about the dementors? My people can't deal with both Voldemort and the Dementor Army," James asked.
Theosar sighed and said, "I believe that we should step in to help stop the dementors, but the council disagrees." " What makes you so sure that your.I mean OUR people can stop the dementors?" James asked.
"Ages ago, before we as a people ascended, we were at war with the dementors. We were the only things that they feared. We defeated most of them, but we ascended not knowing that there were still more left," Theosar explained.
James then remembered a lesson in History of Magic (For once in his life), Professor Binns told the class about these people. But all that he said was that the dementors feared them, very little else was known about them, and that they disappeared for the face of the Earth a long time ago.
The next day was another council meeting to discuss the Dementor Army. James and Theosar were trying to persuade the council into letting them help stop the dementors. But the council had apparently made up their minds already. James stood up and stood in the middle of the council and said,
"What you need to understand is that if you don't help my people, they will certainly be taken over by this dark force."
Beaoden stood up and said,
"What happens to your former people is none of our concern. We must hope that the worst does not happen. We have not been in a war for over a thousand years."
Theosar stood up and said, "I believe that it is our concern. I fought in the war against the dementors a thousand years ago. We failed to purge the darkness and evil from the soil that we once treasured! We let this army of darkness come to power and strength, and it is our responsibility to correct the mistake."
Beaoden raised his hand and said, "We no longer dwell in the soil that once was our home, and to that, we have no responsibility to the peoples of Earth."
"YOU ARE SENTENCING MY PEOPLE TO DEATH!" James said angrily.
James unsheathed his sword to everyone's dismay and cut his hand with the blade. Blood dripped from his hand and onto the ground. The blood had a silvery tone to it.
"This is the blood of my people, and if you choose to do nothing, my people's blood is on your hands!"
"If you do not step in to help my people, then I will. Even without the approval of the council. I am not willing to sit and let my people die!" James said loudly.
Theosar stood up and stood next to James and said, "I will fight with James." "You don't think that you can defeat them by yourself do you?" Theosar whispered to James smiling.
Several council members were unsure whether to say anything or to stay quiet. James could tell that they supported Theosar and him, but were afraid to speak.
When the council was adjourned James and Theosar packed the supplies that they would need and mounted their horses. When the came to the city gate, Beaoden was standing there, waiting for them.
"If you leave, you cannot come back," he said.
James didn't have a problem with that, but then he looked at Theosar, who looked as if he was having struggle in his mind on whether he should go or not. After what seemed like hours, Theosar finally said,
"Let's go."
James smiled and the rode out of the arched gate and back to James's world.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter, it's all J.K. Rowling's
"What army of dementors?" James asked urgently.
Theosar looked at James and said, "There is an army of TEN THOUSAND dementors massing for an attack of the magical world."
James's hairs stood on end when he thought of what if the dementors sucking the souls out of everyone in Hogwarts. James then looked at Theosar and said,
"We must do something."
Theosar looked at James and put his hand on James's shoulder and said,
"We will."
James then looked at a beautifully decorated sword and sheath that Theosar held in his left hand.
"Nice sword," James said. "It's your sword my friend," Theosar replied as he held out the sword to James, which he took graciously.
The sheath was decorated with a strange scripted language and had patterns of vines growing up the sheath to the end of it. James pulled out the sword and was in awe at its beauty. It too was elaborately decorated, and was of a shinny, reflective, silvery metal that seemed light as a feather.
"It was forged when you were made into one of us," Theosar said as he smiled at James holding the sword. James hooked the sheath onto his belt and put the sword in it.
"What am I? Some sort of soldier?" James asked in a joking way. Theosar smiled and said, "No, you're a carpenter, and I'm a magician."
James laughed and they walked into what seemed like stables. Horses were in every stall and all were of a bright white color. These horses were the first things that James had seen that looked familiar. Theosar led James to a tall horse that bowed its head to James when he walked up to it. Theosar patted the horse on the head behind its ears and said,
"This is Nalisar, your horse. He is wise beyond his years and has seen many battles in his time. He will be faithful to you, and be your companion in the times ahead."
James walked into the horse's stall and mounted the horse. Theosar mounted another horse that had a very strange resemblance to Nalisar. James led Nalisar out of the stables and past what James figured was the city gate. He past under the archway and was upon a road that was lined with beautiful trees on either side of the road. James broke out into a run riding Nalisar down the road. Theosar followed very closely. James loved the breeze blowing past him as he rode. James rode horses back at his home in Scotland as soon as he was old enough to fit in the saddle. Riding horses felt natural to him. But riding Nalisar was like they were one being. They stopped at a flowing creek to give their horses a needed drink. James sat on a flat rock by the water's edge.
"Why can't I go back?" asked James.
Theosar dismounted his horse and sat on some grass and said,
"The council doesn't wish for your people to know anything of us."
"But why?" James asked.
"They fear that if we interfere that we can cause extreme harm to your people," Theosar said in a frustrated tone.
"But what about the dementors? My people can't deal with both Voldemort and the Dementor Army," James asked.
Theosar sighed and said, "I believe that we should step in to help stop the dementors, but the council disagrees." " What makes you so sure that your.I mean OUR people can stop the dementors?" James asked.
"Ages ago, before we as a people ascended, we were at war with the dementors. We were the only things that they feared. We defeated most of them, but we ascended not knowing that there were still more left," Theosar explained.
James then remembered a lesson in History of Magic (For once in his life), Professor Binns told the class about these people. But all that he said was that the dementors feared them, very little else was known about them, and that they disappeared for the face of the Earth a long time ago.
The next day was another council meeting to discuss the Dementor Army. James and Theosar were trying to persuade the council into letting them help stop the dementors. But the council had apparently made up their minds already. James stood up and stood in the middle of the council and said,
"What you need to understand is that if you don't help my people, they will certainly be taken over by this dark force."
Beaoden stood up and said,
"What happens to your former people is none of our concern. We must hope that the worst does not happen. We have not been in a war for over a thousand years."
Theosar stood up and said, "I believe that it is our concern. I fought in the war against the dementors a thousand years ago. We failed to purge the darkness and evil from the soil that we once treasured! We let this army of darkness come to power and strength, and it is our responsibility to correct the mistake."
Beaoden raised his hand and said, "We no longer dwell in the soil that once was our home, and to that, we have no responsibility to the peoples of Earth."
"YOU ARE SENTENCING MY PEOPLE TO DEATH!" James said angrily.
James unsheathed his sword to everyone's dismay and cut his hand with the blade. Blood dripped from his hand and onto the ground. The blood had a silvery tone to it.
"This is the blood of my people, and if you choose to do nothing, my people's blood is on your hands!"
"If you do not step in to help my people, then I will. Even without the approval of the council. I am not willing to sit and let my people die!" James said loudly.
Theosar stood up and stood next to James and said, "I will fight with James." "You don't think that you can defeat them by yourself do you?" Theosar whispered to James smiling.
Several council members were unsure whether to say anything or to stay quiet. James could tell that they supported Theosar and him, but were afraid to speak.
When the council was adjourned James and Theosar packed the supplies that they would need and mounted their horses. When the came to the city gate, Beaoden was standing there, waiting for them.
"If you leave, you cannot come back," he said.
James didn't have a problem with that, but then he looked at Theosar, who looked as if he was having struggle in his mind on whether he should go or not. After what seemed like hours, Theosar finally said,
"Let's go."
James smiled and the rode out of the arched gate and back to James's world.