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
Chapter 8: Owl Posts
~*~
24th January
My son,
Your father has returned home from abroad. He wishes to speak with you about your "future". He will send someone for you soon. You know my feelings, as well I know yours. I fear that your father knows of this also. I am leaving home today. If you wish to reach me I will be at Devilmoor Manor, visiting your grandfather. He is ailing and may not be with us much longer. I wish you good luck. Your father is a formidable man so used to getting his way. Some things have changed within him as of present. I know you've noticed so walk the razor's edge.
All my love, Narcissa
~*~
Draco folded the letter and shoved it inside the inner folds of his robe. "I know exactly what father wants and he will not get it." He thought as he clenched his fists so tight his nails bit into his palms. A tiny streak of crimson dropped upon the stone floor as a testament to his resolve. "I will not be a slave and stoop at the feet of another sniffing for bread crumbs."
Draco grabbed his books and headed towards the Transfiguration classroom. He entered and glared at, Troy Benoit, another Slytherin who was always jockeying for Draco's position. "The stupid bastard was trying to take my seat." He thought, as he glared once more at the dark haired olive skinned boy who'd just vacated his chair. "I'll deal with him later."
Harry watched the exchange out of the corner of his eye. He could see the look of pure hatred in Benoit's eyes as he walked past. "Malfoy is not himself today and that could get him hurt if he's not careful." Harry whispered to Ron and Hermione.
"Yeah." Ron said then paused. "Since when did we start worrying about that stupid git."
"Well you remember what Professor Marlow told us Monday? 'Keep your friends close and your enemies' closer.'" Hermione said before going silent as Professor McGonagall entered the room and began to lecture.
"It is important that you all keep a steady focus during an Animagi transformation. It can be very dangerous if you lose focus during your first transformation. Some gifted individuals may transform the first time unconsciously during periods of extreme stress. Most individuals will have to work at it. Your first transformation will be painful. You will thus feel nothing very next time you Animage. If there are no questions then you are dismissed. Read the next three chapters on choosing your Animagi form for next time."
The class let out a tidal wave of motion feeling the halls. Ron, Harry, and Hermione were almost to the Great Hall when they heard the cries of several owls. After entering they noticed Draco immediately as he stood and removed his wand pointing it at Troy Benoit. "Inflammarae!" The 'Daily Prophet', Troy was holding, burst into flames singing his hands and hair. Troy just sputtered in impotent fury as Draco stomped from the Great Hall and knocking the trio aside without the slightest snide remark.
Not even bothering to ask Harry snatched Dean's Daily Prophet from the table and began reading the front page.
~*~
The Daily Prophet
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Destruction in Devilmoor
By Rita Skeeter
The Ministry is in an uproar as one of the oldest and most prominent families meets a terrible end at the hands of "alleged DeathEaters". Minister Fudge assures the general populace that this is a random occurrence and has nothing to do with claims, made by a certain famous young wizard, that You-Know-Who is back. People claim to have seen the Dark Mark hovering above the mansion. Aurors found Nathaniel Devilmoor and his daughter Narcissa Devilmoor-Malfoy while on routine Ministry business. Medi-wizards at St. Mungo's declared it to be the work of the killing curse
~*~
"'Alleged' how many times do we have to tell that stupid git that Voldemort is back." Ron said his voice steadily rising.
"You said his name Ron." Hermione pointed out.
"I did.didn't I?"
"I think we ought to go see Draco. He may be an insufferably prat but no one should have to go through something like this alone."
"We should be able to catch up with him before Defense Against the Dark Arts." Hermione said as she pulled her satchel onto her shoulder. They'd checked all of Draco's usual haunts but couldn't find him anywhere, so they decide to end the search and head to class. The trio headed in the direction of the DADA classroom when all of a sudden Draco stepped out in front of them barring their way. Ron stiffened expecting a confrontation.
"Draco, where have you been? We've been looking for you everywhere." Hermione said in one breath.
"That's none of your business. What do you want anyway?" Draco said his voice a bit strained as if he'd been crying. Everyone there assumed he had but Draco would never admit to it. A Malfoy was strong well not all Malfoy's some Malfoy's are weak, cowardly, traitorous, and subservient. They go around killing family and licking the heel of their master like a faithful puppy.
Hermione hazarded a reply. "We were just a little worried about you."
"Who asked you to, Granger? You're always sticking your nose where it doesn't belong. And you Weasel following Potty all over the place like a boil on a troll's arse. One of these days his since of honor and heroics are going to get you all killed." Malfoy's voice grew louder as he continued. "Professor Snape was right first year when he said, 'clearly fame isn't everything'. You walk around here like some superstar and pat yourself on the back because you've escaped from Voldemort so many times. You're nothing special. You haven't learned anything. You should have learned from Diggory's example, these people play for keeps and will use any means to get what they want."
"And what of your father, Malfoy? Is he something special?" Harry said as his anger began to build.
"MY FATHER IS A FOOL!" Malfoy yelled his outburst echoing down the empty hallway. "He's just as misguided as you are. I will never be like him. Just another simpering lackey kneeling before Voldemort. I will soon end up like my mother. The Dark Lord doesn't like loose ends. You can attest to that can't you Potter?"
"It doesn't have to be that way. You can always fight."
"Oh I will I plan to drive a knife into dear old dad's heart before Voldie kills me." Draco says as a sadistic sneer spreads across his face.
"We'll have to fight him eventually, Draco. Help us by performing the protean ritual with us."
"You'll fight the Dark Lord? Granger, don't make me laugh. You all don't have a clue what you're getting into.what you've already gotten into by being Potter's friend. Although I believe Potter now knows." Draco laughed coldly. "I'll go along with this ritual of yours Granger but this doesn't make us friends." Draco says as he pushes them aside and heads into the classroom.
"I wouldn't dream of it Ferretboy." Ron says Draco's retreating back a similar smile on his face.
"Now what Hermione?" Harry asks.
"I finish the other translations and then gather the ingredients. I may need to borrow your cloak though."
"Sure."
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~*~
January 30th
Dear Sirius,
I'm using one of the school owls to send this to you and I hope he finds you well. We are on our way to becoming Animagi. I'm excited and I hope that you are too. I was hoping to ask you about your first transformation but it looks like we will be past that point in a couple of days. Malfoy will be joining us. I know that we can't trust a Slytherin but I'm keeping my eye on him. I hope to see you soon but I know that you're probably on a mission for 'The Order'. Be careful okay.
Harry
~*~
Sirius folded the letter and looked at the date. He gazed up at the stars and wondered what form Harry and the others had chosen or had chosen for them. He just hoped that they were careful when they did it or terrible things could come of it. Sirius glanced upwards once more before he assumed the features of a big black dog and ran off into the night.
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TBC
[A/N: This was a bit longer than the others were. I hope that you enjoyed this. As always reviews are welcome. Thank you to those who've posted recently.]
By: souls
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------
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.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------
Harry Potter and the Icons of Myth
Chapter 8: Owl Posts
~*~
24th January
My son,
Your father has returned home from abroad. He wishes to speak with you about your "future". He will send someone for you soon. You know my feelings, as well I know yours. I fear that your father knows of this also. I am leaving home today. If you wish to reach me I will be at Devilmoor Manor, visiting your grandfather. He is ailing and may not be with us much longer. I wish you good luck. Your father is a formidable man so used to getting his way. Some things have changed within him as of present. I know you've noticed so walk the razor's edge.
All my love, Narcissa
~*~
Draco folded the letter and shoved it inside the inner folds of his robe. "I know exactly what father wants and he will not get it." He thought as he clenched his fists so tight his nails bit into his palms. A tiny streak of crimson dropped upon the stone floor as a testament to his resolve. "I will not be a slave and stoop at the feet of another sniffing for bread crumbs."
Draco grabbed his books and headed towards the Transfiguration classroom. He entered and glared at, Troy Benoit, another Slytherin who was always jockeying for Draco's position. "The stupid bastard was trying to take my seat." He thought, as he glared once more at the dark haired olive skinned boy who'd just vacated his chair. "I'll deal with him later."
Harry watched the exchange out of the corner of his eye. He could see the look of pure hatred in Benoit's eyes as he walked past. "Malfoy is not himself today and that could get him hurt if he's not careful." Harry whispered to Ron and Hermione.
"Yeah." Ron said then paused. "Since when did we start worrying about that stupid git."
"Well you remember what Professor Marlow told us Monday? 'Keep your friends close and your enemies' closer.'" Hermione said before going silent as Professor McGonagall entered the room and began to lecture.
"It is important that you all keep a steady focus during an Animagi transformation. It can be very dangerous if you lose focus during your first transformation. Some gifted individuals may transform the first time unconsciously during periods of extreme stress. Most individuals will have to work at it. Your first transformation will be painful. You will thus feel nothing very next time you Animage. If there are no questions then you are dismissed. Read the next three chapters on choosing your Animagi form for next time."
The class let out a tidal wave of motion feeling the halls. Ron, Harry, and Hermione were almost to the Great Hall when they heard the cries of several owls. After entering they noticed Draco immediately as he stood and removed his wand pointing it at Troy Benoit. "Inflammarae!" The 'Daily Prophet', Troy was holding, burst into flames singing his hands and hair. Troy just sputtered in impotent fury as Draco stomped from the Great Hall and knocking the trio aside without the slightest snide remark.
Not even bothering to ask Harry snatched Dean's Daily Prophet from the table and began reading the front page.
~*~
The Daily Prophet
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Destruction in Devilmoor
By Rita Skeeter
The Ministry is in an uproar as one of the oldest and most prominent families meets a terrible end at the hands of "alleged DeathEaters". Minister Fudge assures the general populace that this is a random occurrence and has nothing to do with claims, made by a certain famous young wizard, that You-Know-Who is back. People claim to have seen the Dark Mark hovering above the mansion. Aurors found Nathaniel Devilmoor and his daughter Narcissa Devilmoor-Malfoy while on routine Ministry business. Medi-wizards at St. Mungo's declared it to be the work of the killing curse
~*~
"'Alleged' how many times do we have to tell that stupid git that Voldemort is back." Ron said his voice steadily rising.
"You said his name Ron." Hermione pointed out.
"I did.didn't I?"
"I think we ought to go see Draco. He may be an insufferably prat but no one should have to go through something like this alone."
"We should be able to catch up with him before Defense Against the Dark Arts." Hermione said as she pulled her satchel onto her shoulder. They'd checked all of Draco's usual haunts but couldn't find him anywhere, so they decide to end the search and head to class. The trio headed in the direction of the DADA classroom when all of a sudden Draco stepped out in front of them barring their way. Ron stiffened expecting a confrontation.
"Draco, where have you been? We've been looking for you everywhere." Hermione said in one breath.
"That's none of your business. What do you want anyway?" Draco said his voice a bit strained as if he'd been crying. Everyone there assumed he had but Draco would never admit to it. A Malfoy was strong well not all Malfoy's some Malfoy's are weak, cowardly, traitorous, and subservient. They go around killing family and licking the heel of their master like a faithful puppy.
Hermione hazarded a reply. "We were just a little worried about you."
"Who asked you to, Granger? You're always sticking your nose where it doesn't belong. And you Weasel following Potty all over the place like a boil on a troll's arse. One of these days his since of honor and heroics are going to get you all killed." Malfoy's voice grew louder as he continued. "Professor Snape was right first year when he said, 'clearly fame isn't everything'. You walk around here like some superstar and pat yourself on the back because you've escaped from Voldemort so many times. You're nothing special. You haven't learned anything. You should have learned from Diggory's example, these people play for keeps and will use any means to get what they want."
"And what of your father, Malfoy? Is he something special?" Harry said as his anger began to build.
"MY FATHER IS A FOOL!" Malfoy yelled his outburst echoing down the empty hallway. "He's just as misguided as you are. I will never be like him. Just another simpering lackey kneeling before Voldemort. I will soon end up like my mother. The Dark Lord doesn't like loose ends. You can attest to that can't you Potter?"
"It doesn't have to be that way. You can always fight."
"Oh I will I plan to drive a knife into dear old dad's heart before Voldie kills me." Draco says as a sadistic sneer spreads across his face.
"We'll have to fight him eventually, Draco. Help us by performing the protean ritual with us."
"You'll fight the Dark Lord? Granger, don't make me laugh. You all don't have a clue what you're getting into.what you've already gotten into by being Potter's friend. Although I believe Potter now knows." Draco laughed coldly. "I'll go along with this ritual of yours Granger but this doesn't make us friends." Draco says as he pushes them aside and heads into the classroom.
"I wouldn't dream of it Ferretboy." Ron says Draco's retreating back a similar smile on his face.
"Now what Hermione?" Harry asks.
"I finish the other translations and then gather the ingredients. I may need to borrow your cloak though."
"Sure."
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~*~
January 30th
Dear Sirius,
I'm using one of the school owls to send this to you and I hope he finds you well. We are on our way to becoming Animagi. I'm excited and I hope that you are too. I was hoping to ask you about your first transformation but it looks like we will be past that point in a couple of days. Malfoy will be joining us. I know that we can't trust a Slytherin but I'm keeping my eye on him. I hope to see you soon but I know that you're probably on a mission for 'The Order'. Be careful okay.
Harry
~*~
Sirius folded the letter and looked at the date. He gazed up at the stars and wondered what form Harry and the others had chosen or had chosen for them. He just hoped that they were careful when they did it or terrible things could come of it. Sirius glanced upwards once more before he assumed the features of a big black dog and ran off into the night.
----------------------
TBC
[A/N: This was a bit longer than the others were. I hope that you enjoyed this. As always reviews are welcome. Thank you to those who've posted recently.]