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 9: Rite of Passage
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"The beating of the heart; The aligning of stars and spirit; The flow of life; The chase, This is the hunt in all its glory. The Forbidden Forest is a dark and dismal place filled with creatures both mystical and malicious." Says an old centaur with a grizzly beard, as he steps from the darkness into the light of nearby bonfire. A young centaur stands before it his head held up and eyes forward. The sound of hooves upon wood is heard in the distance. "We centaurs brave them and rule over them as the stars foretell. You stand before your brethren Firoanze son of Firenze out of Mitzhca to receive the right of ascension. Go forth now bring back the red fang."
Firoanze gallops off into the night with his bow slung over his back, the forest swallowing the sound of his hooves.
~*~
Several yards away a stag falls prey to the red fang. Her eyes search the darkness for anything stupid enough to interrupt her meal. She begins to eat her fill glancing every now and then at the tree before her. The carrion eaters wait patiently for their due. They don't have long to wait as she soon tires of her meal and bounds off. The carrion eaters give a silent thanks to, Shalamar the red fang, their benefactor.
Shalamar prowls the forest once again in search of her next victim. She has learned to savor the subtleties of the kill and has been known to stalk a prey for days. She stops to sip from a stream before continuing when a sound catches her attention. An arrow grazes her back leaving a deep gash. A ragged snarl is carried on the wind before she disappears into the underbrush.
~*~
"Alohamora!" Ron says as points his wand at the door to green house 6. The invisibility cloak slides off of them. Hermione places the bag of potion materials onto one of the tables.
Hermione and Draco began preparing the potion while Ron and Harry stood guard. The ingredients began to simmer. A very seductive aroma filled the air. It smelled strange like something sinful. You wanted to breathe it in yet something told you that you mustn't.
"Hermione, explain to me again exactly how this ritual is supposed to make us stronger than the normal Animagi transformation." Ron said as he looked out over the darkened grounds.
"The spell is a lot easier than the normal animagi transformation in that it forces a transformation. It will also allow us to make use of certain animal qualities while in our present form."
Ron turned back to regard Hermione. "How is that possible?"
"Each of us has chosen a particular animal form. When we perform the ritual it will imbue us with the spirit of the animal that matches our form. Don't worry it won't harm the animal it'll just take a small portion of the animals' essence. There will be some measure of pain involved. We will all need to concentrate our energies hard in order for this to work because once it starts there's no turning back." She said before turning to stir the bubbling concoction
They continued to work furiously at it making sure that the flame stayed at it's maximum. A couple hours later Draco split the draught into four separate goblets to cool. "It's time to add our blood to the mix." Draco said as he motioned the others over. They each took their goblet in hand, exited the greenhouse and walked to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
Placing their goblets on the ground before them, Hermione removed four knives from the bag and handed one to the others before she took a deep breath and sliced quickly across the palm of her wand hand as the others followed suit. Their blood fell into the goblets, which began to glow changing colors. They each removed their wands and began to swirl them above the goblets chanting the incantation. "Inbibere animalis cor un proteus sentido. Inbibere animalis cor un proteus sentido . Inbibere animalis cor un proteus sentido!"
They focused hard as they willed their combined energy into the potion. The goblets glowed white-hot and steam once again rose from the liquid within them. As the glow subsided they sat upon the ground to rest. A gentle breeze refreshed them as they centered themselves for what was to come next.
"Hermione, do you think this will work?" Harry asked.
"What's wrong Potter losing your nerve already?" Draco said in a condescending voice. Harry just let it roll off his back like water. He didn't really expect Draco to change just because they happened to need each other at the present. Draco had even said as much to Hermione but he could tell that his comment was more reflex than anything else.
"How much longer 'Mione?" Ron asked.
"Not too much longer. Now remember we must drink the draught and concentrate upon our chosen form then repeat the incantation again to attune ourselves to our animal counterparts, okay."
~*~
Firoanze skulked among the underbrush his mind plotting the course of his arrow. His senses reached out in an attempt to locate his prey. The breeze wafted the scent of blood towards Firoanze, who halted searched the ground for a blood trail. Shalamar watched from a nearby tree. The wound on her back burned as hot as her seething rage. The sandalwood scent of the centaur fed her rage with each flare of her nostril. "Kill.Strike.Kill.Tear.Rip.Kill sandalwood!" Her thoughts exploded in bursts of crimson as she leapt upon Firoanze biting and clawing.
She growled and licked the centaur's blood from her muzzle. Firoanze staggered back bleeding furiously as he fitted an arrow to his bow. Shalamar crouched in the darkness her eyes locked onto those of the centaur. The look of desperate wounded animals out for blood and then they struck.
~*~
They each held the cups before them and drank, once again repeating the incantation. The darkness went alive with millions of sights, sounds, and smells. The four shuddered as pain wracked their bodies. Their hearts began beating faster and then slowed to the point of death. The beating of their collective hearts was so shallow it could barely be heard as another heartbeat joined it. The strange rhythm beat offset with their own as the pain deepened burrowing into their core to replace the human with something vaguely animal.
~*~
That dark night only the unicorns, roaming ghosts, and those attuned to the spiritual plane would have taken notice to a cascade of psychic energy flooding part of the Hogwarts' grounds. Tendrils of spiritual energy crept through the forest in waves seeking out their counterparts. The unseen web of spirits drifted about every creature testing their hearts unbeknownst to them. Draco, Ron, Hermione and Harry's tendrils spiraled through the forest and separated before stopping to connect with their spirit animals. Hermione's tendril quested deeper into the dark forest until it found its target at a scene of carnage.
Firoanze's arrow struck Shalamar, the red fang lynx, in the heart. She fell, in mid-leap, to the hard earthen floor of the forest. Hermione's tendril latched onto the lynx spirit, just as Shalamar's spirit vacated the body, capturing Shalamar's essence.
~*~
The four young spellcasters steadied themselves as the pain subsided. Moments later the backwash of their shared spirit energies explodes in their senses with the sights and sounds of the night. The energy encompasses them, their bodies faltering as they passed out. Moments pass by as a figure walks up to their prone bodies. With a wave of a wand they float slowly up to the school.
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TBC
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[A/N: Here are some of the incantations mentioned in previous chapters. They are loosely translated from German, Greek, Latin, Old English, and Spanish. I do not speak these languages. If you do I'm sorry that I murdered the language. (
Caminar La Sombra: To walk the shadows.
Scimerian: To shine, faintly glimmer; shimmer.
Perforar Velo Umbra: To pierce the veil of shadows.
Percibir magia onda: To sense magic waves.
Inbibere animalis cor un proteus sentido: To drink (absorb) the (living) animal's spirit (soul) and change the senses.
Incantare de deorc: To make dark incantations.
Phasma forma: ghost form (phantom form).
Anima (Animus) gelu: soul frost. ]
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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.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------
Harry Potter and the Icons of Myth
Chapter 9: Rite of Passage
----------
"The beating of the heart; The aligning of stars and spirit; The flow of life; The chase, This is the hunt in all its glory. The Forbidden Forest is a dark and dismal place filled with creatures both mystical and malicious." Says an old centaur with a grizzly beard, as he steps from the darkness into the light of nearby bonfire. A young centaur stands before it his head held up and eyes forward. The sound of hooves upon wood is heard in the distance. "We centaurs brave them and rule over them as the stars foretell. You stand before your brethren Firoanze son of Firenze out of Mitzhca to receive the right of ascension. Go forth now bring back the red fang."
Firoanze gallops off into the night with his bow slung over his back, the forest swallowing the sound of his hooves.
~*~
Several yards away a stag falls prey to the red fang. Her eyes search the darkness for anything stupid enough to interrupt her meal. She begins to eat her fill glancing every now and then at the tree before her. The carrion eaters wait patiently for their due. They don't have long to wait as she soon tires of her meal and bounds off. The carrion eaters give a silent thanks to, Shalamar the red fang, their benefactor.
Shalamar prowls the forest once again in search of her next victim. She has learned to savor the subtleties of the kill and has been known to stalk a prey for days. She stops to sip from a stream before continuing when a sound catches her attention. An arrow grazes her back leaving a deep gash. A ragged snarl is carried on the wind before she disappears into the underbrush.
~*~
"Alohamora!" Ron says as points his wand at the door to green house 6. The invisibility cloak slides off of them. Hermione places the bag of potion materials onto one of the tables.
Hermione and Draco began preparing the potion while Ron and Harry stood guard. The ingredients began to simmer. A very seductive aroma filled the air. It smelled strange like something sinful. You wanted to breathe it in yet something told you that you mustn't.
"Hermione, explain to me again exactly how this ritual is supposed to make us stronger than the normal Animagi transformation." Ron said as he looked out over the darkened grounds.
"The spell is a lot easier than the normal animagi transformation in that it forces a transformation. It will also allow us to make use of certain animal qualities while in our present form."
Ron turned back to regard Hermione. "How is that possible?"
"Each of us has chosen a particular animal form. When we perform the ritual it will imbue us with the spirit of the animal that matches our form. Don't worry it won't harm the animal it'll just take a small portion of the animals' essence. There will be some measure of pain involved. We will all need to concentrate our energies hard in order for this to work because once it starts there's no turning back." She said before turning to stir the bubbling concoction
They continued to work furiously at it making sure that the flame stayed at it's maximum. A couple hours later Draco split the draught into four separate goblets to cool. "It's time to add our blood to the mix." Draco said as he motioned the others over. They each took their goblet in hand, exited the greenhouse and walked to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
Placing their goblets on the ground before them, Hermione removed four knives from the bag and handed one to the others before she took a deep breath and sliced quickly across the palm of her wand hand as the others followed suit. Their blood fell into the goblets, which began to glow changing colors. They each removed their wands and began to swirl them above the goblets chanting the incantation. "Inbibere animalis cor un proteus sentido. Inbibere animalis cor un proteus sentido . Inbibere animalis cor un proteus sentido!"
They focused hard as they willed their combined energy into the potion. The goblets glowed white-hot and steam once again rose from the liquid within them. As the glow subsided they sat upon the ground to rest. A gentle breeze refreshed them as they centered themselves for what was to come next.
"Hermione, do you think this will work?" Harry asked.
"What's wrong Potter losing your nerve already?" Draco said in a condescending voice. Harry just let it roll off his back like water. He didn't really expect Draco to change just because they happened to need each other at the present. Draco had even said as much to Hermione but he could tell that his comment was more reflex than anything else.
"How much longer 'Mione?" Ron asked.
"Not too much longer. Now remember we must drink the draught and concentrate upon our chosen form then repeat the incantation again to attune ourselves to our animal counterparts, okay."
~*~
Firoanze skulked among the underbrush his mind plotting the course of his arrow. His senses reached out in an attempt to locate his prey. The breeze wafted the scent of blood towards Firoanze, who halted searched the ground for a blood trail. Shalamar watched from a nearby tree. The wound on her back burned as hot as her seething rage. The sandalwood scent of the centaur fed her rage with each flare of her nostril. "Kill.Strike.Kill.Tear.Rip.Kill sandalwood!" Her thoughts exploded in bursts of crimson as she leapt upon Firoanze biting and clawing.
She growled and licked the centaur's blood from her muzzle. Firoanze staggered back bleeding furiously as he fitted an arrow to his bow. Shalamar crouched in the darkness her eyes locked onto those of the centaur. The look of desperate wounded animals out for blood and then they struck.
~*~
They each held the cups before them and drank, once again repeating the incantation. The darkness went alive with millions of sights, sounds, and smells. The four shuddered as pain wracked their bodies. Their hearts began beating faster and then slowed to the point of death. The beating of their collective hearts was so shallow it could barely be heard as another heartbeat joined it. The strange rhythm beat offset with their own as the pain deepened burrowing into their core to replace the human with something vaguely animal.
~*~
That dark night only the unicorns, roaming ghosts, and those attuned to the spiritual plane would have taken notice to a cascade of psychic energy flooding part of the Hogwarts' grounds. Tendrils of spiritual energy crept through the forest in waves seeking out their counterparts. The unseen web of spirits drifted about every creature testing their hearts unbeknownst to them. Draco, Ron, Hermione and Harry's tendrils spiraled through the forest and separated before stopping to connect with their spirit animals. Hermione's tendril quested deeper into the dark forest until it found its target at a scene of carnage.
Firoanze's arrow struck Shalamar, the red fang lynx, in the heart. She fell, in mid-leap, to the hard earthen floor of the forest. Hermione's tendril latched onto the lynx spirit, just as Shalamar's spirit vacated the body, capturing Shalamar's essence.
~*~
The four young spellcasters steadied themselves as the pain subsided. Moments later the backwash of their shared spirit energies explodes in their senses with the sights and sounds of the night. The energy encompasses them, their bodies faltering as they passed out. Moments pass by as a figure walks up to their prone bodies. With a wave of a wand they float slowly up to the school.
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TBC
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[A/N: Here are some of the incantations mentioned in previous chapters. They are loosely translated from German, Greek, Latin, Old English, and Spanish. I do not speak these languages. If you do I'm sorry that I murdered the language. (
Caminar La Sombra: To walk the shadows.
Scimerian: To shine, faintly glimmer; shimmer.
Perforar Velo Umbra: To pierce the veil of shadows.
Percibir magia onda: To sense magic waves.
Inbibere animalis cor un proteus sentido: To drink (absorb) the (living) animal's spirit (soul) and change the senses.
Incantare de deorc: To make dark incantations.
Phasma forma: ghost form (phantom form).
Anima (Animus) gelu: soul frost. ]
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