Harry Potter and the Icons of Myth
By: souls
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Author's Note: This is my first Harry Potter fanfic, I know there'll be a couple times I may lose my way so bear with me. I'm not J.K. Rowling so be kind when you review.
Also I do not own the rights to Harry Potter or any of his co-stars. The situation and a few guests to the Harry Potter world are from my warped mind.
I warn you now this is rated R just to be on the safe side I'm used to writing action/adventure comics with.Ahem gratuitous violence.
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Harry Potter and the Icons of Myth Prologue: The Games of Fate
The room was quiet as if Death had already moved in but was waiting for something.probably for the go ahead from Cassie. She's the only person I know on whom Death would patiently wait. She tended to command respect with her openness, even from those who have none by nature to give. And so Jacob Marlow waited also his hands tucked into the pockets of his black slacks. He looked on as the Dr. Filburne took Cassie's pulse and temperature. The raven in the corner was so still it seemed to be a fixture of the old house.
"Cassie it seems like everything is in order. You're probably just suffering from the after affects of a summer cold. Take a few aspirin and call me tomorrow morning."
"Thank you Donald I will." Cassie smiled knowingly at the old doctor as he left the room. Jacob stepped over to the bed and knelt down. His head was downcast as he picked up the old woman's hand.
"Now Jacob darlin don't you go fretting over this old bag-o-bones. It's for the best." She said as she dried the young man's eyes with the corner of her comforter. "Right now I need you to do me a favor."
"Just name it Cassie."
"After I am gone I will need for you to take care of Winston." She said before she turned to the raven and began to rasp out a series of shrill sounds. + Winston keep an eye on Jacob and see that he finds himself a nice young lady. + The bird smiled back at the old woman.
Jacob watched the bird with a look that one gets when he feels he's being talked about. "Jacob." Cassie drew his attention back to her and away from a snickering Winston. "I'll need for you to go to Hogwarts and deliver the first of several letters to the Headmaster Albus Dumbledore while Winston takes another to Nicolas Flamel. The rest you'll send by owl post the day after you have seen Albus and not a minute before."
He didn't question the woman he had spent so much time with over the last ten years. He'd known her long before the American Warlocks Council had assigned him, to protect her. She'd become a mother to him more so than his own who drank herself to death after her husband's death. I'll take care of everything Cassie, I promise."
"Jacob.I never had any children in my long lifetime and I know it couldn't have been easy looking after an old Muggle like me but If I had ever had a son he couldn't have been any better than the man before me." She said as she kissed him on the cheek. "Now get out of here so this old bat can get some rest and take that noisy bird with you. Winston flew from his perch in the corner following Jacob out before landing on his shoulder. He shrieked at the boy, + Good Journey! + Then the bird took flight and Jacob was left alone stunned that he finally understood him.
Cassie's words clung to him like a cloak as he left the house. He stood underneath a willow lit a cigarette and exited through the garden gate of Cassie's New Orleans' home. He was half way across the city before he felt her passing first as the wards around her fell then as her spirit shook off it's mortal coil.
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Across the world an old man and woman stop and gaze up to the sky with a look of sadness of which they cannot explain. Something special is gone the likes of which they may never see again in their lifetime [AN/And that's saying a lot].
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Author's Note: This is my first Harry Potter fanfic, I know there'll be a couple times I may lose my way so bear with me. I'm not J.K. Rowling so be kind when you review.
Also I do not own the rights to Harry Potter or any of his co-stars. The situation and a few guests to the Harry Potter world are from my warped mind.
I warn you now this is rated R just to be on the safe side I'm used to writing action/adventure comics with.Ahem gratuitous violence.
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Harry Potter and the Icons of Myth Prologue: The Games of Fate
The room was quiet as if Death had already moved in but was waiting for something.probably for the go ahead from Cassie. She's the only person I know on whom Death would patiently wait. She tended to command respect with her openness, even from those who have none by nature to give. And so Jacob Marlow waited also his hands tucked into the pockets of his black slacks. He looked on as the Dr. Filburne took Cassie's pulse and temperature. The raven in the corner was so still it seemed to be a fixture of the old house.
"Cassie it seems like everything is in order. You're probably just suffering from the after affects of a summer cold. Take a few aspirin and call me tomorrow morning."
"Thank you Donald I will." Cassie smiled knowingly at the old doctor as he left the room. Jacob stepped over to the bed and knelt down. His head was downcast as he picked up the old woman's hand.
"Now Jacob darlin don't you go fretting over this old bag-o-bones. It's for the best." She said as she dried the young man's eyes with the corner of her comforter. "Right now I need you to do me a favor."
"Just name it Cassie."
"After I am gone I will need for you to take care of Winston." She said before she turned to the raven and began to rasp out a series of shrill sounds. + Winston keep an eye on Jacob and see that he finds himself a nice young lady. + The bird smiled back at the old woman.
Jacob watched the bird with a look that one gets when he feels he's being talked about. "Jacob." Cassie drew his attention back to her and away from a snickering Winston. "I'll need for you to go to Hogwarts and deliver the first of several letters to the Headmaster Albus Dumbledore while Winston takes another to Nicolas Flamel. The rest you'll send by owl post the day after you have seen Albus and not a minute before."
He didn't question the woman he had spent so much time with over the last ten years. He'd known her long before the American Warlocks Council had assigned him, to protect her. She'd become a mother to him more so than his own who drank herself to death after her husband's death. I'll take care of everything Cassie, I promise."
"Jacob.I never had any children in my long lifetime and I know it couldn't have been easy looking after an old Muggle like me but If I had ever had a son he couldn't have been any better than the man before me." She said as she kissed him on the cheek. "Now get out of here so this old bat can get some rest and take that noisy bird with you. Winston flew from his perch in the corner following Jacob out before landing on his shoulder. He shrieked at the boy, + Good Journey! + Then the bird took flight and Jacob was left alone stunned that he finally understood him.
Cassie's words clung to him like a cloak as he left the house. He stood underneath a willow lit a cigarette and exited through the garden gate of Cassie's New Orleans' home. He was half way across the city before he felt her passing first as the wards around her fell then as her spirit shook off it's mortal coil.
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Across the world an old man and woman stop and gaze up to the sky with a look of sadness of which they cannot explain. Something special is gone the likes of which they may never see again in their lifetime [AN/And that's saying a lot].