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Author's Note concerning the following piece of literary work in which you are about to read: Harry Potter, in no fashion form or way, is the divine superpower that will completely destroy everyone. He is coming into a certain kind of power that will define him for the rest of his wizarding career. Mr. Potter is the son of a mortal and always will be; however, the One God decided to embody him with the powers of a Ranian Mage. The last Ranian Mage was none other than Merlin. In process with gaining these powers, Harry has to have knowledge of them. As such, he is gaining the knowledge and memories of archangels and Merlin himself. I hope that in some way explains the fine details of this fan fiction.
Legetum Extrema Morta
Darkness shadows the Phoenix's power. What do we do Little One? Why are you not a god? Vintae Denus! The god of darkness has entered our world, and we have left no defender but a babe.
Chapter Four
Cold whispers of silent wind eroded the sharp walls of stone supporting the ancient ceiling within the great manor outside of Little Hangton. In a mass of late evning's silent rhapsody, screams of pure horror erupted out of a small house sitting on the outskirts of the rural village. The screams were unlike any a mortal could imagine, but the villagers almost seemed immune to them. Only the tears in their eyes as they listened helplessly to the yells of an unknown man showed any form of remorse. They knew what was happening; the villagers of Little Hangton knew what beast lied within those walls.
The lights were almost completely out on the inside of the old Victorian. Two black robed figures laughed behind masks as they saw the massacre by a dim fireplace on the far wall of the den. Two men were cowering, almost naked but still staring defiantly into dark red eyes of a killer. The killer's long, greasy black hair moved slightly with the forming of a cruel smile formed on its snake-like face. Nostril slits almost breathed fire on its pale white skin as it spoke.
"I am a patient man, but I will not tolerate your disrespect!" it screamed. The beast yanked one of the men to his feet by the collar of a torn robe. "Now, you have one more chance to tell me where is Harry Potter."
His brown eyes flickered with uncontrolled fear; normally tanned skin lost all color as he looked into the red irises of the captor. The obvious fear did not bind him though; rising his head defiantly he hissed in reply. "Go to hell Voldemort."
Brown hair floated in the air behind him with the momentum of the sudden running being produced by his feet as he dislodged himself form the Dark Lord's grip. The man knew he could not escape the creature, but maybe he could give his brother a chance to warn Ministry. He had to distract him. Grabbing a sword from atop of the mantelpiece, the brown haired one swung his sword with the lack of skill that could signify only a novice. It did not matter though, he had mission and with it came a death wish.
Lord Voldemort grinned, showing his needle sharp teeth. "This is not something you want to do mortal," he called aloud.
With a wave of the Dark One's hand, the charging figure was snapped forward and lifted by an invisible force in the air. Muscle split as skin tore apart revealing a long spine being shoved into the stuffy air of the manor. Blood spewed everywhere with the soft crack of a head dropping to the floor, laying inches away from its mangled body
The other cowering wizard had made escape to a small room on the second floor. He sat cuddled into a ball in the corner, dust scattering with shaking muscles. Tears were not being held back as the pain of shock gave in and swept over the bald head. The wind slapped slightly against the window causing him to jump with fear. The steps were creaking under the weight of something slowly ascending them. Death was coming cloaked in the horrors of the night surrounding Little Hangton, but not one could get to him where he was, no one.
Then there was a cackling voice cracking with power behind him a barely audible whisper, "Prepare to die a very painful death."
He saw the cold red eyes staring into him and knew Death was a very long way off, "Somebody, help me."
***
Hundreds of miles away the same plea rippled through the magical aura surrounding Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Within the small side room that Harry and the two stunned professors sat talking, a ripple in the pool of magic brought them back to their surroundings with a massive reality check.
Dumbledore's eyes shot towards the window as though he was hoping to catch a glance of the one pleading for help, but Harry called for his attention again. "It is Lord Voldemort sir," he whispered, barely audible because of the cackling orange fire now raging in the fireplace.
Silver hair stood on edge with sudden movements of the aged professors. Power surrounded the wizard with his standing. "We must alert the Order," he said to no one in particular. "This could be our chance to get to him."
Reaching his hand forward, Harry sent out a magical wind that caused Dumbledore to fly back into the squishy armchair. This would look bad to anyone who did not know the history between the student and his headmaster, but the boy did not care. He could not allow anyone else to get hurt because of him.
"Professor," he countered, "you must think of what you are thinking-"
"No, you must think Mr. Potter," he cut in, not allowing the young wizard time to speak. He once again stretched out his wand, which sped towards the open palm. "You may be powerful now Harry, but I will not allow you to intervene where help is needed," sending bright sparks of purple into the fire, the Headmaster turned to speak into it, but Harry once again intervened.
Raising his hand, the young one's eyes flashed with sudden power. Drawing on the energy around him, he stifled the fire a prod from his finger. Darkness covered the room, but Dumbledore was too fast. Moments later Harry felt himself being hit by a quiet red blast from a stunning spell. Moments later, barely phased by the stunner, he heard, "Lumos Flarous."
Light soared into the room from all different points. The old man could barely hold back a gasp at the fact that Harry was still standing. What was more was the fast rise of the boy's wand and a sudden "Explarimus" being called barely above a whisper.
With grace of a swan the older wizard sidestepped the disarming charm, now wondering why his student was trying to prevent him from getting help. Another disarming spell caused him to counter with, "Protego!"
The disarmer disappeared on the shield, but it did not keep Harry from dodging for his own cover. Both wizards were moving with speed and agility like either had thought their opponents capable of. Trying to end the battle Harry rolled from behind one of the armchairs and pointed his wand in front of him.
"Extrema Explarimus!" cried the teenager.
Immediately upon the impact of the spell Dumbledore's shield broke and his wand soared from hand and into a far corner of the room. Surprisingly this did not seem to stop him; with a wave of his hand the two armchairs next to Harry jumped to attention and bound the young wizard only to be blasted away by a quick Reductor Curse.
Old blue eyes were not affected by the sudden flash from the curse, but instead reacted with more speed and precision. Raising his arm to do the final blow that would stop the boy, he saw something out of the corner of his eye causing him to lose concentration, a very big mistake in common dueling.
The Illusion Jinx was enough to throw the old man off his guard, and Potter used it to his advantage, snapping to offensive position once again. Albus never even heard the words come out of the young one's mouth before he was completely bound by magical ropes. For extra, there was a quick Leg-locker curse added to the bindings.
"You may not be able to allow me to interfere sir, but I will not cause anymore people to be killed because of me," he whispered tiredly. If the battle had gone any longer he knew Albus would have won. He just thanked Jehovah that there was the small distraction. "You must remember sir that I am the only one that can kill Lord Voldemort. The Order members would have been killed."
A sudden realization dawned on Harry as he realized what the boy had said was in fact completely true. Had he sent those he wanted to after the Dark Lord, he might as well have been signing their death wish. The powerful wizard would have massacred the Order members if they had tried to destroy him.
Seeing the soft lines of realization on Albus' face, he flicked his wand and muttered, "Finite Incantum." The bindings fell off the Headmaster who in turn got up and summoned his wand.
"I am sorry for not realizing that Mr. Potter," he said, a slight twinkle at their predicament glazed his eyes. Then he changed to a sad expression, "It unnerves me to know that I have sent so many to their deaths because of my ignorance at this small fact."
By this point Snape had woken up, but was still bound by a full body bind during the painstaking duel. Looking at Harry in new eyes, the Potions Master nodded and agreement before promptly passing out in stunned amazement.
Laughing, Dumbledore replied for the unconscious man, "I think he is surprised at what you just did to me." Once again the smile faded and the look of sobriety was back. "I think it is time that we include you tell us all a bit more of the Land of Rane Mr. Potter. I for one would like to know exactly what Professor Snape wants to."
"As you wish Professor Dumbledore," he sighed once again thanking every deity for in the universe for an Illusion Jinx.
A/N: How interesting hmm? I hoped the dueling scene caused you all a bit of pleasure. Be expecting more and larger duels within the next few chapters. There are another two coming who our favorite wizard wants to have a few dealings with.
Ebony Moonlight: I am glad you like it; I try my best. Yes you are right, my story does have some religion in it, but it is not as much as you may think.
Next Chapter:
-A story is told
-Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, the murders of Harry Potter.
Author's Note concerning the following piece of literary work in which you are about to read: Harry Potter, in no fashion form or way, is the divine superpower that will completely destroy everyone. He is coming into a certain kind of power that will define him for the rest of his wizarding career. Mr. Potter is the son of a mortal and always will be; however, the One God decided to embody him with the powers of a Ranian Mage. The last Ranian Mage was none other than Merlin. In process with gaining these powers, Harry has to have knowledge of them. As such, he is gaining the knowledge and memories of archangels and Merlin himself. I hope that in some way explains the fine details of this fan fiction.
Legetum Extrema Morta
Darkness shadows the Phoenix's power. What do we do Little One? Why are you not a god? Vintae Denus! The god of darkness has entered our world, and we have left no defender but a babe.
Chapter Four
Cold whispers of silent wind eroded the sharp walls of stone supporting the ancient ceiling within the great manor outside of Little Hangton. In a mass of late evning's silent rhapsody, screams of pure horror erupted out of a small house sitting on the outskirts of the rural village. The screams were unlike any a mortal could imagine, but the villagers almost seemed immune to them. Only the tears in their eyes as they listened helplessly to the yells of an unknown man showed any form of remorse. They knew what was happening; the villagers of Little Hangton knew what beast lied within those walls.
The lights were almost completely out on the inside of the old Victorian. Two black robed figures laughed behind masks as they saw the massacre by a dim fireplace on the far wall of the den. Two men were cowering, almost naked but still staring defiantly into dark red eyes of a killer. The killer's long, greasy black hair moved slightly with the forming of a cruel smile formed on its snake-like face. Nostril slits almost breathed fire on its pale white skin as it spoke.
"I am a patient man, but I will not tolerate your disrespect!" it screamed. The beast yanked one of the men to his feet by the collar of a torn robe. "Now, you have one more chance to tell me where is Harry Potter."
His brown eyes flickered with uncontrolled fear; normally tanned skin lost all color as he looked into the red irises of the captor. The obvious fear did not bind him though; rising his head defiantly he hissed in reply. "Go to hell Voldemort."
Brown hair floated in the air behind him with the momentum of the sudden running being produced by his feet as he dislodged himself form the Dark Lord's grip. The man knew he could not escape the creature, but maybe he could give his brother a chance to warn Ministry. He had to distract him. Grabbing a sword from atop of the mantelpiece, the brown haired one swung his sword with the lack of skill that could signify only a novice. It did not matter though, he had mission and with it came a death wish.
Lord Voldemort grinned, showing his needle sharp teeth. "This is not something you want to do mortal," he called aloud.
With a wave of the Dark One's hand, the charging figure was snapped forward and lifted by an invisible force in the air. Muscle split as skin tore apart revealing a long spine being shoved into the stuffy air of the manor. Blood spewed everywhere with the soft crack of a head dropping to the floor, laying inches away from its mangled body
The other cowering wizard had made escape to a small room on the second floor. He sat cuddled into a ball in the corner, dust scattering with shaking muscles. Tears were not being held back as the pain of shock gave in and swept over the bald head. The wind slapped slightly against the window causing him to jump with fear. The steps were creaking under the weight of something slowly ascending them. Death was coming cloaked in the horrors of the night surrounding Little Hangton, but not one could get to him where he was, no one.
Then there was a cackling voice cracking with power behind him a barely audible whisper, "Prepare to die a very painful death."
He saw the cold red eyes staring into him and knew Death was a very long way off, "Somebody, help me."
***
Hundreds of miles away the same plea rippled through the magical aura surrounding Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Within the small side room that Harry and the two stunned professors sat talking, a ripple in the pool of magic brought them back to their surroundings with a massive reality check.
Dumbledore's eyes shot towards the window as though he was hoping to catch a glance of the one pleading for help, but Harry called for his attention again. "It is Lord Voldemort sir," he whispered, barely audible because of the cackling orange fire now raging in the fireplace.
Silver hair stood on edge with sudden movements of the aged professors. Power surrounded the wizard with his standing. "We must alert the Order," he said to no one in particular. "This could be our chance to get to him."
Reaching his hand forward, Harry sent out a magical wind that caused Dumbledore to fly back into the squishy armchair. This would look bad to anyone who did not know the history between the student and his headmaster, but the boy did not care. He could not allow anyone else to get hurt because of him.
"Professor," he countered, "you must think of what you are thinking-"
"No, you must think Mr. Potter," he cut in, not allowing the young wizard time to speak. He once again stretched out his wand, which sped towards the open palm. "You may be powerful now Harry, but I will not allow you to intervene where help is needed," sending bright sparks of purple into the fire, the Headmaster turned to speak into it, but Harry once again intervened.
Raising his hand, the young one's eyes flashed with sudden power. Drawing on the energy around him, he stifled the fire a prod from his finger. Darkness covered the room, but Dumbledore was too fast. Moments later Harry felt himself being hit by a quiet red blast from a stunning spell. Moments later, barely phased by the stunner, he heard, "Lumos Flarous."
Light soared into the room from all different points. The old man could barely hold back a gasp at the fact that Harry was still standing. What was more was the fast rise of the boy's wand and a sudden "Explarimus" being called barely above a whisper.
With grace of a swan the older wizard sidestepped the disarming charm, now wondering why his student was trying to prevent him from getting help. Another disarming spell caused him to counter with, "Protego!"
The disarmer disappeared on the shield, but it did not keep Harry from dodging for his own cover. Both wizards were moving with speed and agility like either had thought their opponents capable of. Trying to end the battle Harry rolled from behind one of the armchairs and pointed his wand in front of him.
"Extrema Explarimus!" cried the teenager.
Immediately upon the impact of the spell Dumbledore's shield broke and his wand soared from hand and into a far corner of the room. Surprisingly this did not seem to stop him; with a wave of his hand the two armchairs next to Harry jumped to attention and bound the young wizard only to be blasted away by a quick Reductor Curse.
Old blue eyes were not affected by the sudden flash from the curse, but instead reacted with more speed and precision. Raising his arm to do the final blow that would stop the boy, he saw something out of the corner of his eye causing him to lose concentration, a very big mistake in common dueling.
The Illusion Jinx was enough to throw the old man off his guard, and Potter used it to his advantage, snapping to offensive position once again. Albus never even heard the words come out of the young one's mouth before he was completely bound by magical ropes. For extra, there was a quick Leg-locker curse added to the bindings.
"You may not be able to allow me to interfere sir, but I will not cause anymore people to be killed because of me," he whispered tiredly. If the battle had gone any longer he knew Albus would have won. He just thanked Jehovah that there was the small distraction. "You must remember sir that I am the only one that can kill Lord Voldemort. The Order members would have been killed."
A sudden realization dawned on Harry as he realized what the boy had said was in fact completely true. Had he sent those he wanted to after the Dark Lord, he might as well have been signing their death wish. The powerful wizard would have massacred the Order members if they had tried to destroy him.
Seeing the soft lines of realization on Albus' face, he flicked his wand and muttered, "Finite Incantum." The bindings fell off the Headmaster who in turn got up and summoned his wand.
"I am sorry for not realizing that Mr. Potter," he said, a slight twinkle at their predicament glazed his eyes. Then he changed to a sad expression, "It unnerves me to know that I have sent so many to their deaths because of my ignorance at this small fact."
By this point Snape had woken up, but was still bound by a full body bind during the painstaking duel. Looking at Harry in new eyes, the Potions Master nodded and agreement before promptly passing out in stunned amazement.
Laughing, Dumbledore replied for the unconscious man, "I think he is surprised at what you just did to me." Once again the smile faded and the look of sobriety was back. "I think it is time that we include you tell us all a bit more of the Land of Rane Mr. Potter. I for one would like to know exactly what Professor Snape wants to."
"As you wish Professor Dumbledore," he sighed once again thanking every deity for in the universe for an Illusion Jinx.
A/N: How interesting hmm? I hoped the dueling scene caused you all a bit of pleasure. Be expecting more and larger duels within the next few chapters. There are another two coming who our favorite wizard wants to have a few dealings with.
Ebony Moonlight: I am glad you like it; I try my best. Yes you are right, my story does have some religion in it, but it is not as much as you may think.
Next Chapter:
-A story is told
-Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, the murders of Harry Potter.