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Author's Note concerning the following literary work: Ok, for some this chapter may seem a little confusing. Do not worry if it does, I will clarify the intent of it all so don't worry too much if you do not understand it. I would like to point out that the spell I used in Chapter four is in fact an accurate way of doing something. I added "Extrema" before the actual disarming charm. In Latin, saying extrema adds emphasis to something; therefore, I added emphasis and power to the disarming spell. I am glad I got that all cleared up. You all also saw the powers of Lord Voldemort in action; now you see why I say this is not a superpower Harry story. If any one is the superpower it is Lord Voldemort. The power exemplified on the defiant wizards pale in comparison to his true and actual power. You all will find that out in chapters to come. Also let me address the fact that there is something very small you need to pay attention to. Albus Dumbledore is still a better dueler than Harry. If it were not for the fact Dumbledore was not expecting the Illusion Jinx, he would have defeated Harry. Ok, that is all for now. Good-bye.
Legetum Extrema Morta
Denus, your answer makes does so small in amount. Why is the Little One in so much pain? Oh Dear One grow into your name!
Chapter Five
Before Harry even had a chance to begin to explain his story, Dumbledore had already revived Snape and called what seemed to be the entire teaching staff into the room. Sighing, the Boy-who-lived hung his head in exasperation. It was going to be a very long time before he got back up to the common room.
"Mr. Potter," announced Dumbledore with a burst of twinkling blue eyes, "has agreed to inform us of what all happened during the time he was dead. Unless I am much mistaken, all of us saw his body and confirmed his death. I think it is time to find out where he really was."
The teenage wizard nodded his consent and was only briefly distracted with Professor Flitwick falling from his chair in excitement. Trying to hold back the laughter he began at the beginning of what would be a very long tale.
"Within the corridors of Hell a battle beyond any thoughts of mortal mind raged furiously within evil itself. Lucifer, the Fallen Angel and Prince of Darkness, battled for absolute control over the demonic creatures spawned by pride and envy, the Rutal. They were humans, plagued by the sins of their mortal existence, desiring power to rival the Evil One-" he said being cutoff by a snort from the direction of Professor McGonagall.
"Potter," she laughed, "Are you going to tell us some religious tale now?"
Amongst the laughter of the staff, Dumbledore produced a simple smile and waved for Harry to continue. Obviously, the gesture from the Headmaster was enough to silence the doubtful Transfiguration professor. Sometimes she really could be a bother. Taking a deep breath he continued.
"Their evil queen, Jezebel, led the Rutal on a massive attack against their captors in Hell, overtaking the Prince of Darkness' kingdom and beginning a rule of terror on earth." At this point he made a dramatic pause to gather his thoughts. The tough part was coming up.
"With power drawn from the blood of Satan, Jezebel developed power unlike any of the immortals. With a thirst for revenge against mortal man she unleashed a portal to a land long forgotten in the history of the race of men. Orcs, legendary beast thought to have great strength but dim wits, spewed from the open portal and entered in the land of men. Against her will a group of elven warriors also entered the new, technologically advanced war. Afraid of the technology, the orcs destroyed it and drove the humans into small colonies scattered around the world.
"An entire millennia had passed since the fall of men; the elves were in constant battle with the slowly dying orcs. Without technology to cause fear the other ancient races had returned from their hiding places beneath the earth and in remote areas far from civilization. The dwarves, short and stout miners, were the only ones to have any contact with the orica (orcs). Their great weapons, forged in the fires of the world's deepest volcanoes supplied the misfit army with hard weapons, strong and heavy. The elves lacked respect for either group and choose to take a small group of men into their watch. Breeding between humans and elven women caused a powerful new race to evolve. The first and greatest of the race they named Merlin," finished Harry. Now it was time for him to tell them about the Magi, as if they would believe too much of it.
" Skin, soft with the features of the elves but thick like humans, covered finally toned muscles. Light colors adorned their eyes, matching perfectly with long flowing hair that dropped down their backs. As a gift from the gods in attempt to overthrow the great evil, the new race was given powers beyond the comprehension of any mortals. Magical auroras surrounded them, radiating power from the tanned skin. They were the Mages of Rane, the most powerful race to ever walk upon the earth.
"The Magi attacked the orica and the dwarves, driving them far underground to the lost civilizations. The powerful Elven warriors stayed with men as the Magi followed into the underworld, to forever guard over the evil that lay beneath the surface of the earth. To forever guard against the Barbarian Hoard, the Rutal. I professors, am a mage of Rane. I am the first to walk upon the world we know since Lord Merlin."
Stunned silence was all that followed Harry's proclamation. None of the wizards and witches surrounding him in the squishy armchairs knew what to say. They were astonished that something so powerful could have been hidden from them. Professor Trelawny seemed to find her duty to question him.
"It would seem that you want us to believe that a thousand year war happened without even so much as anyone in history knowing. Am I correct?" she asked, a inquiring smile playing on her face.
The boy could have laughed, but once again he refrained from it. By this point he was very tired and very hungry. Irritation at even the slightest thing was starting to build up. Somehow he managed to suppress the sarcastic answer he wished to give the professor. "The elves blended in with men and slowly began to leave their identities hidden. The legend of their existence became nothing more than fairy tales wrote about by the scribes of the early days. Technology slowly began to evolve back into life and industry boomed once again. It was as nothing had changed about the human existence; life was as it was before the plague of darkness and war that had swept across Earth. It was the perfect chance for Jezebel to intervene.
"Using her unnatural powers she wiped the memory of the two millennia from the minds of men. The only to remember were the elves. Not knowing of their existence, the evil queen ignored the champions of the old wars; Eliha, an ancestor of the biblical prophet Elijah, made one prophesy that would forever echo through the Dark One's mind:
"When the eve of battle strikes, the lords of men will rise in fear. But, the champions of old will return to fight for the long forsaken light. The Mages will wait until the night when Terror begins her blight," he answered quietly silently preparing himself for the tirade of questions that were about to pour out of his professors.
At this point Professor Trelawny promptly shut his mouth in acceptance, no matter how shaky it may be. There was something about that just seemed to ring true. She could not deny the fact that the story sounded strange, but there was an air of truth about it. If it was true, why did a seer not know it to be so?
Professor McGonagall was the one who interrupted her thoughts with another skeptical comment. "Mr. Potter, do you really think that we are going to believe all of this?"
Instead of Harry answer though, Dumbledore was the one who replied to the Transfiguration professor. "Minerva, I think it explains a great deal. Like why is Merlin legend to live so long ago and be so powerful, when Arthur only live supposedly 1500 years ago," he said. "I would also like to point out that Mr. Potter mentioned the High Elves; the High Elves went extinct years ago and are not taught about until the graduate level of our education programs. I think we can only conclude that Mr. Potter is indeed telling the truth."
Sudden realization dawned on McGonagall with her superior's reply. Apparently they would have to wait and see to find out if all this was completely true. "Very well Albus," was the only reply she could muster.
Albus in turn looked over at Harry. "If you could excuse us Harry, the staff has a lot to discuss concerning you. I am sure that one Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger are waiting outside the door ready to commit a murder that never happened. Good night."
A new fear encompassed Harry as he walked out amongst the staring of his teachers. Ron and Hermione were defiantly going to hurt him a very great deal. He would not be getting sleep or food anytime soon.
Author's Note: Ok, I hope you all did not get to confused. If you did I am terribly sorry. I will try to fix it next time, or not. Who knows?
Next Chapter:
-Be the forewarned Harry Potter
Author's Note concerning the following literary work: Ok, for some this chapter may seem a little confusing. Do not worry if it does, I will clarify the intent of it all so don't worry too much if you do not understand it. I would like to point out that the spell I used in Chapter four is in fact an accurate way of doing something. I added "Extrema" before the actual disarming charm. In Latin, saying extrema adds emphasis to something; therefore, I added emphasis and power to the disarming spell. I am glad I got that all cleared up. You all also saw the powers of Lord Voldemort in action; now you see why I say this is not a superpower Harry story. If any one is the superpower it is Lord Voldemort. The power exemplified on the defiant wizards pale in comparison to his true and actual power. You all will find that out in chapters to come. Also let me address the fact that there is something very small you need to pay attention to. Albus Dumbledore is still a better dueler than Harry. If it were not for the fact Dumbledore was not expecting the Illusion Jinx, he would have defeated Harry. Ok, that is all for now. Good-bye.
Legetum Extrema Morta
Denus, your answer makes does so small in amount. Why is the Little One in so much pain? Oh Dear One grow into your name!
Chapter Five
Before Harry even had a chance to begin to explain his story, Dumbledore had already revived Snape and called what seemed to be the entire teaching staff into the room. Sighing, the Boy-who-lived hung his head in exasperation. It was going to be a very long time before he got back up to the common room.
"Mr. Potter," announced Dumbledore with a burst of twinkling blue eyes, "has agreed to inform us of what all happened during the time he was dead. Unless I am much mistaken, all of us saw his body and confirmed his death. I think it is time to find out where he really was."
The teenage wizard nodded his consent and was only briefly distracted with Professor Flitwick falling from his chair in excitement. Trying to hold back the laughter he began at the beginning of what would be a very long tale.
"Within the corridors of Hell a battle beyond any thoughts of mortal mind raged furiously within evil itself. Lucifer, the Fallen Angel and Prince of Darkness, battled for absolute control over the demonic creatures spawned by pride and envy, the Rutal. They were humans, plagued by the sins of their mortal existence, desiring power to rival the Evil One-" he said being cutoff by a snort from the direction of Professor McGonagall.
"Potter," she laughed, "Are you going to tell us some religious tale now?"
Amongst the laughter of the staff, Dumbledore produced a simple smile and waved for Harry to continue. Obviously, the gesture from the Headmaster was enough to silence the doubtful Transfiguration professor. Sometimes she really could be a bother. Taking a deep breath he continued.
"Their evil queen, Jezebel, led the Rutal on a massive attack against their captors in Hell, overtaking the Prince of Darkness' kingdom and beginning a rule of terror on earth." At this point he made a dramatic pause to gather his thoughts. The tough part was coming up.
"With power drawn from the blood of Satan, Jezebel developed power unlike any of the immortals. With a thirst for revenge against mortal man she unleashed a portal to a land long forgotten in the history of the race of men. Orcs, legendary beast thought to have great strength but dim wits, spewed from the open portal and entered in the land of men. Against her will a group of elven warriors also entered the new, technologically advanced war. Afraid of the technology, the orcs destroyed it and drove the humans into small colonies scattered around the world.
"An entire millennia had passed since the fall of men; the elves were in constant battle with the slowly dying orcs. Without technology to cause fear the other ancient races had returned from their hiding places beneath the earth and in remote areas far from civilization. The dwarves, short and stout miners, were the only ones to have any contact with the orica (orcs). Their great weapons, forged in the fires of the world's deepest volcanoes supplied the misfit army with hard weapons, strong and heavy. The elves lacked respect for either group and choose to take a small group of men into their watch. Breeding between humans and elven women caused a powerful new race to evolve. The first and greatest of the race they named Merlin," finished Harry. Now it was time for him to tell them about the Magi, as if they would believe too much of it.
" Skin, soft with the features of the elves but thick like humans, covered finally toned muscles. Light colors adorned their eyes, matching perfectly with long flowing hair that dropped down their backs. As a gift from the gods in attempt to overthrow the great evil, the new race was given powers beyond the comprehension of any mortals. Magical auroras surrounded them, radiating power from the tanned skin. They were the Mages of Rane, the most powerful race to ever walk upon the earth.
"The Magi attacked the orica and the dwarves, driving them far underground to the lost civilizations. The powerful Elven warriors stayed with men as the Magi followed into the underworld, to forever guard over the evil that lay beneath the surface of the earth. To forever guard against the Barbarian Hoard, the Rutal. I professors, am a mage of Rane. I am the first to walk upon the world we know since Lord Merlin."
Stunned silence was all that followed Harry's proclamation. None of the wizards and witches surrounding him in the squishy armchairs knew what to say. They were astonished that something so powerful could have been hidden from them. Professor Trelawny seemed to find her duty to question him.
"It would seem that you want us to believe that a thousand year war happened without even so much as anyone in history knowing. Am I correct?" she asked, a inquiring smile playing on her face.
The boy could have laughed, but once again he refrained from it. By this point he was very tired and very hungry. Irritation at even the slightest thing was starting to build up. Somehow he managed to suppress the sarcastic answer he wished to give the professor. "The elves blended in with men and slowly began to leave their identities hidden. The legend of their existence became nothing more than fairy tales wrote about by the scribes of the early days. Technology slowly began to evolve back into life and industry boomed once again. It was as nothing had changed about the human existence; life was as it was before the plague of darkness and war that had swept across Earth. It was the perfect chance for Jezebel to intervene.
"Using her unnatural powers she wiped the memory of the two millennia from the minds of men. The only to remember were the elves. Not knowing of their existence, the evil queen ignored the champions of the old wars; Eliha, an ancestor of the biblical prophet Elijah, made one prophesy that would forever echo through the Dark One's mind:
"When the eve of battle strikes, the lords of men will rise in fear. But, the champions of old will return to fight for the long forsaken light. The Mages will wait until the night when Terror begins her blight," he answered quietly silently preparing himself for the tirade of questions that were about to pour out of his professors.
At this point Professor Trelawny promptly shut his mouth in acceptance, no matter how shaky it may be. There was something about that just seemed to ring true. She could not deny the fact that the story sounded strange, but there was an air of truth about it. If it was true, why did a seer not know it to be so?
Professor McGonagall was the one who interrupted her thoughts with another skeptical comment. "Mr. Potter, do you really think that we are going to believe all of this?"
Instead of Harry answer though, Dumbledore was the one who replied to the Transfiguration professor. "Minerva, I think it explains a great deal. Like why is Merlin legend to live so long ago and be so powerful, when Arthur only live supposedly 1500 years ago," he said. "I would also like to point out that Mr. Potter mentioned the High Elves; the High Elves went extinct years ago and are not taught about until the graduate level of our education programs. I think we can only conclude that Mr. Potter is indeed telling the truth."
Sudden realization dawned on McGonagall with her superior's reply. Apparently they would have to wait and see to find out if all this was completely true. "Very well Albus," was the only reply she could muster.
Albus in turn looked over at Harry. "If you could excuse us Harry, the staff has a lot to discuss concerning you. I am sure that one Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger are waiting outside the door ready to commit a murder that never happened. Good night."
A new fear encompassed Harry as he walked out amongst the staring of his teachers. Ron and Hermione were defiantly going to hurt him a very great deal. He would not be getting sleep or food anytime soon.
Author's Note: Ok, I hope you all did not get to confused. If you did I am terribly sorry. I will try to fix it next time, or not. Who knows?
Next Chapter:
-Be the forewarned Harry Potter