Disclaimer: I don't own anything, sorry. J.K. Rowling owns all of the
characters, except a few of my own creation. The plot is of my sort, but
Rowling set up most of the groundwork and basic story. Let's face it, she
is a genius, and I am just a pawn. Life is a game, as you will find out.
The plot also had influence from a book called The Eight, by Katherine
Neville. Good book. Read on.
Harry Potter and the Mage of Lemarac
Chapter 1: A Warning in Disguise
The frigid air sent another wave of chills through her weakened body, as the last few strands of her disheveled hair became drenched. Pressing her body against the cold brick wall the last words Milya had told her echoed in her mind, " Do not falter, do not fail." The shadows concealed her and the rain let little light from the street lamps through, her small frame shaking slightly. For the first time in weeks she let the little voice in her mind speak out, telling her the quest was too big for her, she too would fail, like the others. Like Milya.she suppressed the rush of emotions, at the thought. It wouldn't be the same, she wouldn't let it. She suddenly stiffened at the sound of a voice nearby.
" Don't think I don't see you in the shadows, lurking behind me. You've been there for days, I know, I live in shadows too." She felt another sharp chill run through her at the sound of the icy tone, almost inhuman. If he had heard her, know she was there, then she had already failed. Silently she prayed to herself in the hope that he had not spoken to her, yet in the back of her mind she knew she was wrong.
" What is it you seek, my dear, a pretty little thing you are? Tell me, why have you been trailing me? Who sent you, not that it makes much of a difference." A mans figure stepped out of the shadows down the alley. He was tall, almost lanky. The light of the street lamp reflecting off of his dark hair, the shadows hiding his face from her view. Beside him stooped a smaller mousy figure. He paused a moment to gaze up at the sky, before his piercing eyes rested on her. She could no longer breath, frozen silently, still hopelessly pressing herself against the wall, when she saw a smile spread across his face.
" It will be a pleasure to kill you, rarely do I get the chance to kill someone with no one around to see," he continued, his eyes still gazing at her," What is it you seek?" She could feel the icy brick against her spine. Scarcely breathing, she too stepped out of the shadows trying to muster an air of defiance.
" You know why I am here," her own voice sound weak and childish to her ears," I've been sent for the pieces. We know you posses them, and we know what you plan to do with them. Make no mistake, we will not let them fall in the wrong hands again." Her final words rang through the empty alleyway, quiet settled again and only the sound of rain spattering against the pavement broke the silence. His shrill cold laugh pierced the air again, sending another involuntary chill up her spine.
" You speak as though you are not alone, yet I know you are. My guess it that you have no idea what the pieces actually do. Probably couldn't even defend yourself if you wanted too. And lastly you have even doubted whether or not you made the right choice to follow me to begin with," she stirred, for it was true that the small bug of doubt had been growing in her mind, but he continued, " and now, my dear, I have made the choice for you. You chose wrong." At this he pulled out his wand from inside his black robes, staring blankly at her, a smirk spread across his eerie features.
" You will know what the sweet release of death is truly like, " he said, " Any parting words?" Her mind briefly raced over everything she had done in the last weeks, where she had made a mistake, when her thoughts returned to Milya's last words. She also pulled out her wand, though she knew that even her most noble efforts in that department would fail. Then she spoke.
" The mage is coming." she said quietly and simply, accepting now her proven death. These four words sent a fire in the mans eyes, and a shadow of anger fell on him. She was done being afraid. He muttered to himself, and a moment later a green lighting bolt shot out of his wand hitting her squarely in the chest, she instantly fell down to the filthy pavement. Her once raven black hair now spattered with mud and grim, yet her face the look of perfect serenity. He stared at her body in disgust.
" Good night, Persephone," he said under his breath then turning his back on her, he began to walk up the alley. His servant faltering a moment, still staring at Persephone's limp body, when his master said sharply, " Come along, Wormtail."
*** *** ***
Harry woke suddenly, his scare prickling slightly and a general feeling of happiness settling over him. This had been happening for weeks, he would wake up in the middle of the night having a sudden flood of emotion, his head burning. A sinking feeling welled up in Harry's stomach, Lord Voldemort was happy about something, that was never good news. The scar on Harry's forehead that made him so identifiable also seemed to be a link between him and the dark lord. He didn't want to think these things now, the memories of last June still present in his mind. Would they ever go away, he thought. They haunted him awake and sleep, it seemed he could never run away from it all.
Pushing himself into a sitting position, his hand groping for his ever- present pair of glasses. The street lamp outside projected an eerie blue shadow on his bedroom floor, the window left open to let in the cool night air. Gazing around the room, he saw his trunk resting in the corner, halfway strung open, and a messy pile of robes hanging out of it. His floor covered in a medley of schoolbooks and homework, Hedwig's empty cage near the window, his broom resting against the desk, and lastly the stack of letters from his friends at his bedside.
Many letters had poured in this summer from his friends, all constantly looking for assurance that he was all right after Sirius's death. After the first few he ignored the rest, all offering the same message of pity. Pity won't bring him back, Harry thought darkly. They can't see, can they? An empty hole penetrated him again, a strong longing for his godfather suddenly possessing him. Harry swallowed, suppressing all emotion, not letting his feelings take him, yet the small voice in the back of his mind was still murmuring that it was his fault. All his fault.
" It was an accident," he assured himself out loud. Getting up from his bed, he walked over to the window, plunging his head into the summer night's breeze. The wind ruffled his dark hair as his eyes scanned the rows of houses on Privet Dr. Nothing out of the ordinary.all the identical houses dark with sleep. The night air seemed to calm his nerves.
Even though he had received letters from Ron, Hermione, Lupin, and the others they never seemed to reveal anything of value, no news from the wizerding world. Harry knew that it would be foolish to say something of real importance by owl, but he still felt seemingly out of the loop. He wouldn't know what was happening until September when he returned to Hogwarts.if he returned.but that was still eons away. Truthfully he had never had a more peaceful summer, but in side he wished he was still in constant danger. Something to take his mind off it.
His cousin Dudley had been forced to go to summer school because he had failed most of his end of the year exams. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had steered clear of him the entire summer after the warning from the order. They even brought an old television up to Harry's room, and all his meals to his door, trying to keep their odd nephew away from civilization. He was left upstairs all summer constantly attempting to keep himself entertained, busy, yet his thought always seemed to return to one thing.Sirius.
For the second time that night Harry suppressed his pain and guilt, trying to focus on something more pleasant. Glancing over the houses one last time, a small white fleck on the horizon caught his eye. It was moving toward him. Stepping out of the way, Hedwig landed gracefully on the windowpane, a small piece of parchment tied to her leg. Harry loosened the message from her, breaking the ornate wax seal, he read the note:
.Beware of the woman of honeyed words and hair of gold. Her return brings darkness to your haven, let it be known to you, and shed light on her dark places. Make her learn. M.L.
Harry starred at the message in wonderment, for the words meant nothing to him. It was not completely uncommon for him to get messages from strangers, sometimes they were miss delivered, but this was different. It seemed written for him. He reread the note several times, and then tosses it to the ground in dismay, nothing important. If it was really suppose to mean something, he would know M.L. he told himself. He patted Hegwig gratefully on the back and fell back into his bed, hoping for a few more hours of undisturbed rest.
A/n: I have more in the works, but if you like it so far.review!! Thank you. Plus if anyone has a good, not to common, English last name, that would be a big help.
Harry Potter and the Mage of Lemarac
Chapter 1: A Warning in Disguise
The frigid air sent another wave of chills through her weakened body, as the last few strands of her disheveled hair became drenched. Pressing her body against the cold brick wall the last words Milya had told her echoed in her mind, " Do not falter, do not fail." The shadows concealed her and the rain let little light from the street lamps through, her small frame shaking slightly. For the first time in weeks she let the little voice in her mind speak out, telling her the quest was too big for her, she too would fail, like the others. Like Milya.she suppressed the rush of emotions, at the thought. It wouldn't be the same, she wouldn't let it. She suddenly stiffened at the sound of a voice nearby.
" Don't think I don't see you in the shadows, lurking behind me. You've been there for days, I know, I live in shadows too." She felt another sharp chill run through her at the sound of the icy tone, almost inhuman. If he had heard her, know she was there, then she had already failed. Silently she prayed to herself in the hope that he had not spoken to her, yet in the back of her mind she knew she was wrong.
" What is it you seek, my dear, a pretty little thing you are? Tell me, why have you been trailing me? Who sent you, not that it makes much of a difference." A mans figure stepped out of the shadows down the alley. He was tall, almost lanky. The light of the street lamp reflecting off of his dark hair, the shadows hiding his face from her view. Beside him stooped a smaller mousy figure. He paused a moment to gaze up at the sky, before his piercing eyes rested on her. She could no longer breath, frozen silently, still hopelessly pressing herself against the wall, when she saw a smile spread across his face.
" It will be a pleasure to kill you, rarely do I get the chance to kill someone with no one around to see," he continued, his eyes still gazing at her," What is it you seek?" She could feel the icy brick against her spine. Scarcely breathing, she too stepped out of the shadows trying to muster an air of defiance.
" You know why I am here," her own voice sound weak and childish to her ears," I've been sent for the pieces. We know you posses them, and we know what you plan to do with them. Make no mistake, we will not let them fall in the wrong hands again." Her final words rang through the empty alleyway, quiet settled again and only the sound of rain spattering against the pavement broke the silence. His shrill cold laugh pierced the air again, sending another involuntary chill up her spine.
" You speak as though you are not alone, yet I know you are. My guess it that you have no idea what the pieces actually do. Probably couldn't even defend yourself if you wanted too. And lastly you have even doubted whether or not you made the right choice to follow me to begin with," she stirred, for it was true that the small bug of doubt had been growing in her mind, but he continued, " and now, my dear, I have made the choice for you. You chose wrong." At this he pulled out his wand from inside his black robes, staring blankly at her, a smirk spread across his eerie features.
" You will know what the sweet release of death is truly like, " he said, " Any parting words?" Her mind briefly raced over everything she had done in the last weeks, where she had made a mistake, when her thoughts returned to Milya's last words. She also pulled out her wand, though she knew that even her most noble efforts in that department would fail. Then she spoke.
" The mage is coming." she said quietly and simply, accepting now her proven death. These four words sent a fire in the mans eyes, and a shadow of anger fell on him. She was done being afraid. He muttered to himself, and a moment later a green lighting bolt shot out of his wand hitting her squarely in the chest, she instantly fell down to the filthy pavement. Her once raven black hair now spattered with mud and grim, yet her face the look of perfect serenity. He stared at her body in disgust.
" Good night, Persephone," he said under his breath then turning his back on her, he began to walk up the alley. His servant faltering a moment, still staring at Persephone's limp body, when his master said sharply, " Come along, Wormtail."
*** *** ***
Harry woke suddenly, his scare prickling slightly and a general feeling of happiness settling over him. This had been happening for weeks, he would wake up in the middle of the night having a sudden flood of emotion, his head burning. A sinking feeling welled up in Harry's stomach, Lord Voldemort was happy about something, that was never good news. The scar on Harry's forehead that made him so identifiable also seemed to be a link between him and the dark lord. He didn't want to think these things now, the memories of last June still present in his mind. Would they ever go away, he thought. They haunted him awake and sleep, it seemed he could never run away from it all.
Pushing himself into a sitting position, his hand groping for his ever- present pair of glasses. The street lamp outside projected an eerie blue shadow on his bedroom floor, the window left open to let in the cool night air. Gazing around the room, he saw his trunk resting in the corner, halfway strung open, and a messy pile of robes hanging out of it. His floor covered in a medley of schoolbooks and homework, Hedwig's empty cage near the window, his broom resting against the desk, and lastly the stack of letters from his friends at his bedside.
Many letters had poured in this summer from his friends, all constantly looking for assurance that he was all right after Sirius's death. After the first few he ignored the rest, all offering the same message of pity. Pity won't bring him back, Harry thought darkly. They can't see, can they? An empty hole penetrated him again, a strong longing for his godfather suddenly possessing him. Harry swallowed, suppressing all emotion, not letting his feelings take him, yet the small voice in the back of his mind was still murmuring that it was his fault. All his fault.
" It was an accident," he assured himself out loud. Getting up from his bed, he walked over to the window, plunging his head into the summer night's breeze. The wind ruffled his dark hair as his eyes scanned the rows of houses on Privet Dr. Nothing out of the ordinary.all the identical houses dark with sleep. The night air seemed to calm his nerves.
Even though he had received letters from Ron, Hermione, Lupin, and the others they never seemed to reveal anything of value, no news from the wizerding world. Harry knew that it would be foolish to say something of real importance by owl, but he still felt seemingly out of the loop. He wouldn't know what was happening until September when he returned to Hogwarts.if he returned.but that was still eons away. Truthfully he had never had a more peaceful summer, but in side he wished he was still in constant danger. Something to take his mind off it.
His cousin Dudley had been forced to go to summer school because he had failed most of his end of the year exams. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had steered clear of him the entire summer after the warning from the order. They even brought an old television up to Harry's room, and all his meals to his door, trying to keep their odd nephew away from civilization. He was left upstairs all summer constantly attempting to keep himself entertained, busy, yet his thought always seemed to return to one thing.Sirius.
For the second time that night Harry suppressed his pain and guilt, trying to focus on something more pleasant. Glancing over the houses one last time, a small white fleck on the horizon caught his eye. It was moving toward him. Stepping out of the way, Hedwig landed gracefully on the windowpane, a small piece of parchment tied to her leg. Harry loosened the message from her, breaking the ornate wax seal, he read the note:
.Beware of the woman of honeyed words and hair of gold. Her return brings darkness to your haven, let it be known to you, and shed light on her dark places. Make her learn. M.L.
Harry starred at the message in wonderment, for the words meant nothing to him. It was not completely uncommon for him to get messages from strangers, sometimes they were miss delivered, but this was different. It seemed written for him. He reread the note several times, and then tosses it to the ground in dismay, nothing important. If it was really suppose to mean something, he would know M.L. he told himself. He patted Hegwig gratefully on the back and fell back into his bed, hoping for a few more hours of undisturbed rest.
A/n: I have more in the works, but if you like it so far.review!! Thank you. Plus if anyone has a good, not to common, English last name, that would be a big help.