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Author's Note concerning the literary work in which you are about to read: I am writing this as I go so this chapter will be regulated from the emotions I just have to feel in regards to the death of our heroic teenager, Harry Potter. I know some of you are ready to kill me after a good round of torturing, but I am afraid death cannot bring back the dead man. Besides, if you kill me, how will you know if the Boy-who-lived will ever return? Anyway, I want to remind you all of one important fact to remember from last chapter. I mentioned in one paragraph, just one now, that Harry's body had been taken away by three masked creatures; go back and look for it if you have to for it will play a very important part in this fan fiction.
Legatum Extrema Morta
With the dead falling there rises the life. The future is determined by the end of the past. Behold, the Harbinger comes with a message. His pain is over, but it has only just begun.
Chapter Two
A holy wind seemed to blow through the crystal white palace that stood upon the bright hill of ice. Blue and purple spectrums of color danced before thousands of small creatures running around as servants to the masters and mistresses of the palace. Snow seemed to reflect the beauty of the sun that shined bright, but did not melt the great plains of ice. Its entire beauty radiated to all those who surrounded it, calming even the most instinctive rage that could escape on to its grounds.
To the back of the great palace, rode three beings clothed in a deep black, but even that deep black could not hide the beauty of the silver haired creatures upon which they rode. No man with any sense could deny what they were seeing; for within the shadows of the crystal palace their rode three unicorns. Immediately, the back gate opened to let the mysterious riders in. The small servants who kept the gate knew their masters and mistresses would know whom the visitors and what their great package could be.
As soon as the black riders had entered the gate, the unicorns stopped and knelt to let them down from their massive backs. Black robes flew their shoulder to reveal three identical men with long blond hair and deep blue eyes. Within the next second, the three had moved extremely close and appeared to have merged together. The Trinity had returned to the Crystal Palace of Rane.
The many little beings could not help be amazed at the site of the beautiful thing they saw being gently pulled from the form of the bright and mighty unicorns. The legendary beast sent even the magical servants in awe at their greatness. "Master," called one to the shining blond god, "what have you brought to us."
It seemed to them that a great sorrow feel upon their master at the mention of the boy. His blue eyes almost began to cry as they watered to the brim. Unrolling the cloth from the head, disfigured bones and bruising became evident amidst raven black hair and pale skin. "He is a mortal," came the echoing voice of the Trinity. "He is dead to the mortal world, but as I am life, so shall he be. As I am time, he shall embody it. As I am fate, he will command it. Behold, the dead comes to life."
The little creatures nodded at the last statement and went back to work as the Great One carried the broken mortal within the Palace. They knew the Master would help the fallen boy; they also knew the fallen one would never be the same.
And so it happened that as the Great One carried Harry Potter's beaten, dead body into the corridors of Crystal Palace, it began to breath sharply. Great intakes of breath were produced from the body. The Trinity placed his lips firmly on those of the teenage boys and exhaled his on being into his. Moments later, the bruising and breaking were being repaired and green eyes shot open and stared into those of a god.
"Who are you?" came the deep voice of a now fifteen-year-old boy. This time it was not like that of his former one, but it echoed like that of the Trinity's.
"I," began the blond haired god, "am what some call the Trinity. I am Life, Time, and Fate."
Harry could not help but to feel relaxed at the One's soothing voice. His emerald eyes searched across his surroundings beyond the arms of his comforter. "Are you God and is this heaven?"
The god chuckled at what Harry was asking him, but it was not the first time he was being compared to Jehovah. "I am not the great Jehovah, for even I was created by him. Jehovah is and will always be," he said with an amused tone. "I am however one of the lesser divines. I am a god, but not the god. I believe mortals call us Archangels. You may call be Gabriel, the Harbinger."
The teenager closed his eyes in acknowledgement. That could only mean that he was dead. If he was with gods and angels, then he must be in heaven. Before he could even ask a question concerning his location, Gabriel seemed to have read his mind and prepared an answer.
"You are not in Heaven Master Potter," he began. Seeing the look of horror on Harry's face, the archangel added, "But you are not in Hell. Instead, you now reside in the Halls of the Gods. This is the land of Rane, and you are very much alive right now. Soon you will return to the mortal realm, but you will not be the same. You will be of great power and stronger than you were before."
Harry could have cried at hearing he would return to his life. He would return to the Dursleys, to a lying Dumbledore, to secretive friends, and what is more, a life without Sirius. Even in what he thought would be death, he would not see Sirius. "Why me?" he whispered within the great arms of the Trinity.
Gabriel did not answer him though. Instead, a great echoing voice, full of authority and power replied to the question. "Because you are the one chosen to be the messenger of the One true God. You shall be the One sent by Jehovah. You will be my messenger where evil is. You will be given power beyond your years, and you will go into the earth and rid the world of the great evil. The one sent before you did it once, but now your time has come."
In the next second, scenes began to flash before his eyes. In a few moments he saw within his mind the smiling face of Sirius Black encouraging him to go forward. Next there was something he had seen only once in an echo of the past. His mother and father were whispering for him that he could do. All at once he could here their voices and a comforting peace filled him. "We are proud of you son."
Then he began drifting. He was no longer in Gabriel's arms as he began to slowly drift from the confinements of Rane. In the next moment he found himself outside the Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry listening to Albus Dumbledore's old voice sound burden with sadness at the start of the term speech.
"This summer, a great death came upon us," he said, barely above a whisper. Harry could hear small sobs of grief call out at the proclamation. "The last hope of our world died. When Harry Potter entered into the world, he entered into as a part of a great prophecy made shortly before he was born. The prophecy said that only he could be the one to defeat Voldemort, for the Dark Lord would not know of a power he had. Now Harry potter is dead, and Lord Voldemort will continue to live. While we may be able to hold him at bay, from now on, the Wizarding world will forever be at war. Harry Potter, Lord Gryffindor, is dead."
Then Harry heard it. There was a murmur of more sobs, but over the amplified voice, he heard the mournful crying of Albus Dumbledore. The world's greatest wizard cried.
Next Chapter
-Harry is back.
-Bad habits die hard.
Author's Note concerning the literary work in which you are about to read: I am writing this as I go so this chapter will be regulated from the emotions I just have to feel in regards to the death of our heroic teenager, Harry Potter. I know some of you are ready to kill me after a good round of torturing, but I am afraid death cannot bring back the dead man. Besides, if you kill me, how will you know if the Boy-who-lived will ever return? Anyway, I want to remind you all of one important fact to remember from last chapter. I mentioned in one paragraph, just one now, that Harry's body had been taken away by three masked creatures; go back and look for it if you have to for it will play a very important part in this fan fiction.
Legatum Extrema Morta
With the dead falling there rises the life. The future is determined by the end of the past. Behold, the Harbinger comes with a message. His pain is over, but it has only just begun.
Chapter Two
A holy wind seemed to blow through the crystal white palace that stood upon the bright hill of ice. Blue and purple spectrums of color danced before thousands of small creatures running around as servants to the masters and mistresses of the palace. Snow seemed to reflect the beauty of the sun that shined bright, but did not melt the great plains of ice. Its entire beauty radiated to all those who surrounded it, calming even the most instinctive rage that could escape on to its grounds.
To the back of the great palace, rode three beings clothed in a deep black, but even that deep black could not hide the beauty of the silver haired creatures upon which they rode. No man with any sense could deny what they were seeing; for within the shadows of the crystal palace their rode three unicorns. Immediately, the back gate opened to let the mysterious riders in. The small servants who kept the gate knew their masters and mistresses would know whom the visitors and what their great package could be.
As soon as the black riders had entered the gate, the unicorns stopped and knelt to let them down from their massive backs. Black robes flew their shoulder to reveal three identical men with long blond hair and deep blue eyes. Within the next second, the three had moved extremely close and appeared to have merged together. The Trinity had returned to the Crystal Palace of Rane.
The many little beings could not help be amazed at the site of the beautiful thing they saw being gently pulled from the form of the bright and mighty unicorns. The legendary beast sent even the magical servants in awe at their greatness. "Master," called one to the shining blond god, "what have you brought to us."
It seemed to them that a great sorrow feel upon their master at the mention of the boy. His blue eyes almost began to cry as they watered to the brim. Unrolling the cloth from the head, disfigured bones and bruising became evident amidst raven black hair and pale skin. "He is a mortal," came the echoing voice of the Trinity. "He is dead to the mortal world, but as I am life, so shall he be. As I am time, he shall embody it. As I am fate, he will command it. Behold, the dead comes to life."
The little creatures nodded at the last statement and went back to work as the Great One carried the broken mortal within the Palace. They knew the Master would help the fallen boy; they also knew the fallen one would never be the same.
And so it happened that as the Great One carried Harry Potter's beaten, dead body into the corridors of Crystal Palace, it began to breath sharply. Great intakes of breath were produced from the body. The Trinity placed his lips firmly on those of the teenage boys and exhaled his on being into his. Moments later, the bruising and breaking were being repaired and green eyes shot open and stared into those of a god.
"Who are you?" came the deep voice of a now fifteen-year-old boy. This time it was not like that of his former one, but it echoed like that of the Trinity's.
"I," began the blond haired god, "am what some call the Trinity. I am Life, Time, and Fate."
Harry could not help but to feel relaxed at the One's soothing voice. His emerald eyes searched across his surroundings beyond the arms of his comforter. "Are you God and is this heaven?"
The god chuckled at what Harry was asking him, but it was not the first time he was being compared to Jehovah. "I am not the great Jehovah, for even I was created by him. Jehovah is and will always be," he said with an amused tone. "I am however one of the lesser divines. I am a god, but not the god. I believe mortals call us Archangels. You may call be Gabriel, the Harbinger."
The teenager closed his eyes in acknowledgement. That could only mean that he was dead. If he was with gods and angels, then he must be in heaven. Before he could even ask a question concerning his location, Gabriel seemed to have read his mind and prepared an answer.
"You are not in Heaven Master Potter," he began. Seeing the look of horror on Harry's face, the archangel added, "But you are not in Hell. Instead, you now reside in the Halls of the Gods. This is the land of Rane, and you are very much alive right now. Soon you will return to the mortal realm, but you will not be the same. You will be of great power and stronger than you were before."
Harry could have cried at hearing he would return to his life. He would return to the Dursleys, to a lying Dumbledore, to secretive friends, and what is more, a life without Sirius. Even in what he thought would be death, he would not see Sirius. "Why me?" he whispered within the great arms of the Trinity.
Gabriel did not answer him though. Instead, a great echoing voice, full of authority and power replied to the question. "Because you are the one chosen to be the messenger of the One true God. You shall be the One sent by Jehovah. You will be my messenger where evil is. You will be given power beyond your years, and you will go into the earth and rid the world of the great evil. The one sent before you did it once, but now your time has come."
In the next second, scenes began to flash before his eyes. In a few moments he saw within his mind the smiling face of Sirius Black encouraging him to go forward. Next there was something he had seen only once in an echo of the past. His mother and father were whispering for him that he could do. All at once he could here their voices and a comforting peace filled him. "We are proud of you son."
Then he began drifting. He was no longer in Gabriel's arms as he began to slowly drift from the confinements of Rane. In the next moment he found himself outside the Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry listening to Albus Dumbledore's old voice sound burden with sadness at the start of the term speech.
"This summer, a great death came upon us," he said, barely above a whisper. Harry could hear small sobs of grief call out at the proclamation. "The last hope of our world died. When Harry Potter entered into the world, he entered into as a part of a great prophecy made shortly before he was born. The prophecy said that only he could be the one to defeat Voldemort, for the Dark Lord would not know of a power he had. Now Harry potter is dead, and Lord Voldemort will continue to live. While we may be able to hold him at bay, from now on, the Wizarding world will forever be at war. Harry Potter, Lord Gryffindor, is dead."
Then Harry heard it. There was a murmur of more sobs, but over the amplified voice, he heard the mournful crying of Albus Dumbledore. The world's greatest wizard cried.
Next Chapter
-Harry is back.
-Bad habits die hard.