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.
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Sorry if this one turns out to be a bit longer than the others. It may also be a bit over the top I apologize in advance.
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Harry Potter and the Icons of Myth
Chapter 11: Call of the Wild
Hermione sat in the library studying, or rather trying to study, for the OWL's. Harry and Ron came along after she insisted that if they expected to get good marks they should study. Although she figured it was just to get her to shut up. Her eyes drifted towards Ron and Harry for about the fiftieth time.
They smell really good. She thought. A low rumble pulsed through her as a near inaudible sound escaped her lips. Ron looked up and caught her eye. She quickly looked away shifting a strand of hair behind her ear and flashing an embarrassed and toothy smile. A smile that no one noticed was a lot toothier than usual. Ron quickly looked down at his 'History of Magic' book, which by the way was upside down. He flexed his hand, his nails clicking against each other, the muscles bunching and twisting as they changed for the briefest of moments. Harry watched blushing as Hermione turned that gleaming smile on him.
Harry tried to ignore the uncomfortable silence between them as he willed himself to talk. "It's about time to meet up with Professor Marlow. We really should get going." He said as he helped Ron with his satchel. Ron was too busy watching Hermione to notice his books had fallen to the floor. Between them both they quickly gathered his things.
Hermione smiled. 'Humph.boys' was what she thought but what came out was more of a sigh, "my boys". A startling proclamation that went unnoticed, as did the reddening of her cheeks.
The trip to the DADA classroom was a short one. As the trio entered the room they found that Draco was already there. He turned to the others who immediately noticed the long cut that marred his face. They dropped their books as they entered, the door closing behind them. They stepped towards Draco and Professor Marlow bringing themselves within the perimeter of the cone of silence.
"What happened to you, Malfoy?" Asked Ron.
There were no gibes or insults as he answered, "A message from father, courtesy of Troy Benoit, that I am no longer a Malfoy and his master finds me unworthy." Ron didn't know what to say to that. Within the space of a few days Draco had lost his mother, grandfather, name, and had a death sentence imposed on him by his father and Voldemort.
Marlow quickly changed the subject and mood. "So let's see what you can do. Just feel for the animal inside and concentrate."
Hermione insisted on going first. Her body changed into the stout bodied, long legged feline form of a lynx. She stretched as the change was completed, her heavy paws bearing razor sharp claws. The lynx's fur was dark gray and streaked with chestnut, as were the tufts of hair on her ears. Hermione growled and gave them all a toothy grin, which anyone who knew Hermione could tell you that she was proud of herself.
Ron, taking the smile as a challenge, decided to go next. He closed his eyes and began to concentrate hard. His brow furrowed up and beads of sweat coated it. His breathing became heavy and he fell to the floor. Draco sniggered in the background, until Ron's body suddenly grew larger. A large Reddish-brown bear, with huge paws, stood before them all and let out a loud roar. If not for the Mutus spell it would have shook the walls of the classroom. Harry held his ears, till Ron quieted down; then started laughing at the sheepish look that cross the giant bear's face.
"Well Weasley you finally managed something useful for a change." Draco said to Ron whose reply was a growl of partial menace. Draco just smiled, as his body fell forward into a great mass of black and gray fur. An ungodly howl pierces the near quiet of the room. Across the side of the wolf's face is a long jagged scar. The scar and the dark look in the animal's eyes are the only thing that reveals the wolf to be Draco.
Marlow turned to tell Harry it was his turn but he was gone. "Where did he go?" He asked the others and only received an upraised eye, the only thing that can compare to shrugging your shoulders in animal form. Hermione perked her ears up while Draco sniffed around. Something moved in the corner beside Ron. All of a sudden a 12-foot, glossy black snake appeared before them. It's glowing emerald eyes burning like the flare of the Killing Curse. Marlow marveled at the four students' power level at this stage in time.
"Alright you four pull yourselves together." He said as he motioned them closer. They resumed their human appearance, somewhat. He looked at them very closely before speaking. He stepped towards Hermione and pushed aside her hair. "Just as I thought there were a few physical changes." A flick of his wand and one of the desks changed into a mirror. Hermione looked at her ears. They were now pointed not quite elven and not quite feline. Also her canines had elongated into dagger-like teeth. She felt at her ears and teeth in something between wonder and unease.
Draco rubbed his ears and bottom to make sure he didn't have any unwelcome surprises His white elongated teeth glistened in the light as he gave Hermione a wolfish smile. "That should be a nice change Granger."
Ron growled as he clenched and unclenched his fist. The nails of his hands changing into the blackened claws of his animagus form. "Hey wolfie, maybe you should take a look at your eyes before you go shooting your mouth off." Draco glanced in the mirror to find his eyes had an intense red gleam to them.
"You all need to calm down. Your emotions are just adding fuel to the fire. It looks like you're all experiencing some major side effects. Harry how are you? Are you feeling any different? I've never seen your particular animagus form before. If I didn't know any better I'd say you were a crystal snake."
"I've never heard of a crystal snake. What are they like?" asked Ron.
"Well they are an extremely rare breed of serpent, I'm surprised Harry managed it. They have the combined abilities of the chameleon, python, and cobra mixed together. Great hunters so I've read, they vanish into their surroundings lying in wait. When the time is right they strike, spraying or biting their prey, in an attempt paralyze them before finally crushing their prey to death.
"I'm fine sir. My eyes are itching a bit and I can't see through my glasses too good." He said as he rubbed his eyes.
"Let me see your glasses Harry." Marlow said as he took Harry's glasses in his hands to examine them.
"Hey that's better."
"It appears that the ritual has really helped your eye sight."
"Your eyes are brighter." Hermione pointed out as she continued trying to get her ears to settle down. "Well at least this time I don't have a tail", she thought.
"Professor do you think there'll be any more changes?" Ron asked in a shaky voice. He'd finally gotten his hands to return to normal.
"There's no telling Mr. Weasly. If any of you feel strange or if something drastic should occur I want you to come see me immediately. One more thing I don't want any of you to try any more rituals from that book. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes sir." They all chorused.
"You should all head back to your common rooms now. Draco, keep an eye out for Mr. Benoit but don't do anything rash." Marlow said as he thought of how his old boss would die laughing just to hear him tell someone else not to act rashly.
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In the middle of the great dune sea of the Sahara the sun rang Hell's bells unleashing the blistering fury. This desolate area was quiet as the wind whipped sand against the nearby stones. Dark figures trudged through the sand, their faces wrapped tight against the elements. Two individuals at the center of the group supported Voldemort. It appeared that his strength had begun to wane. The dark forces under his control had begun to eat away at his very being. The power would in time destroy him but he didn't care. The pain in his limbs only spurred him on. He took a sadistic pleasure in pushing himself hard savoring the sensations around him.
As they crested a dune near Pinnacle Rock, he removed two ripped and weather-beaten parchments from his cloak and read them.
~*~ Mr. Tom Riddle,
(He burned with fury at reading the name.)
I know how that name irritates you so, but save your threats. The Dead have nothing to fear from the living. It has been decades since last we talked. I felt your resurrection and knew that time had caught up with my vision. You are once more fully within the mortal realm. Although now you are dying from the use of the power you sought so much. I'd advise you to check off the West Coast of Gibraltar for the key to the 'Well of Souls'. You may find what you seek but it won't be exactly what you expect.
Cross the plains of despair through Satan's breath to the crest of Pinnacle Rock. Only there can one view the 'Well of Souls'. To enter one must risk life to swallow the vigor of death.
Cassiopeia Rosetta
~*~
'Extrahere min Animus'
~*~
As he finished rereading the incantation, he acquired from the Atlantian ruins, the DeathEaters kneeled around him. He gave his followers a menacing look before issuing his orders. "You will stand watch over me while I search the well for the 'Essence of Osiris'." Voldemort twirled his wand around himself saying the incantation. "Extrahere min Animus!" His physical body dropped to the sand. The sand before the startled DeathEaters, burst into black flames and began to sink creating a deep fissure. The flames poured down into the ground like water in a drain.
Lucius watched in awe as his master walked into the midst of the dark flames. He could feel their cold fire inside his veins. Voldemort stood at the edge of the pit for several minutes before stepping over the side. He plummeted slowly as vapory entities grabbed and clawed at him all the way down. Each touch was the clammy hand of Death. He finally reached the bottom of the well. The Horrific sounds of imps laughing filled the well. A door before him opened at his approach and leading him to a winding staircase. The staircase went on forever, deeper and deeper beneath the well before ending in a small chamber.
His eyes were sharp as he entered. The sole object that was in the room was a small wading pool filled with a mercurial liquid. As he moved towards the pool a voice sounded in his ear. "Traveler who seeks Osiris' power be warned. You only hasten death for the pool will work for you but once. If ever you venture hear again your soul shall feed the veins of those who seek the succor of youth." He entered the pool and burst into black flames.
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TBC
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[A/N: Extrahere min animus: to draw out/pull out my soul/spirit.]
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.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------
Sorry if this one turns out to be a bit longer than the others. It may also be a bit over the top I apologize in advance.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------
Harry Potter and the Icons of Myth
Chapter 11: Call of the Wild
Hermione sat in the library studying, or rather trying to study, for the OWL's. Harry and Ron came along after she insisted that if they expected to get good marks they should study. Although she figured it was just to get her to shut up. Her eyes drifted towards Ron and Harry for about the fiftieth time.
They smell really good. She thought. A low rumble pulsed through her as a near inaudible sound escaped her lips. Ron looked up and caught her eye. She quickly looked away shifting a strand of hair behind her ear and flashing an embarrassed and toothy smile. A smile that no one noticed was a lot toothier than usual. Ron quickly looked down at his 'History of Magic' book, which by the way was upside down. He flexed his hand, his nails clicking against each other, the muscles bunching and twisting as they changed for the briefest of moments. Harry watched blushing as Hermione turned that gleaming smile on him.
Harry tried to ignore the uncomfortable silence between them as he willed himself to talk. "It's about time to meet up with Professor Marlow. We really should get going." He said as he helped Ron with his satchel. Ron was too busy watching Hermione to notice his books had fallen to the floor. Between them both they quickly gathered his things.
Hermione smiled. 'Humph.boys' was what she thought but what came out was more of a sigh, "my boys". A startling proclamation that went unnoticed, as did the reddening of her cheeks.
The trip to the DADA classroom was a short one. As the trio entered the room they found that Draco was already there. He turned to the others who immediately noticed the long cut that marred his face. They dropped their books as they entered, the door closing behind them. They stepped towards Draco and Professor Marlow bringing themselves within the perimeter of the cone of silence.
"What happened to you, Malfoy?" Asked Ron.
There were no gibes or insults as he answered, "A message from father, courtesy of Troy Benoit, that I am no longer a Malfoy and his master finds me unworthy." Ron didn't know what to say to that. Within the space of a few days Draco had lost his mother, grandfather, name, and had a death sentence imposed on him by his father and Voldemort.
Marlow quickly changed the subject and mood. "So let's see what you can do. Just feel for the animal inside and concentrate."
Hermione insisted on going first. Her body changed into the stout bodied, long legged feline form of a lynx. She stretched as the change was completed, her heavy paws bearing razor sharp claws. The lynx's fur was dark gray and streaked with chestnut, as were the tufts of hair on her ears. Hermione growled and gave them all a toothy grin, which anyone who knew Hermione could tell you that she was proud of herself.
Ron, taking the smile as a challenge, decided to go next. He closed his eyes and began to concentrate hard. His brow furrowed up and beads of sweat coated it. His breathing became heavy and he fell to the floor. Draco sniggered in the background, until Ron's body suddenly grew larger. A large Reddish-brown bear, with huge paws, stood before them all and let out a loud roar. If not for the Mutus spell it would have shook the walls of the classroom. Harry held his ears, till Ron quieted down; then started laughing at the sheepish look that cross the giant bear's face.
"Well Weasley you finally managed something useful for a change." Draco said to Ron whose reply was a growl of partial menace. Draco just smiled, as his body fell forward into a great mass of black and gray fur. An ungodly howl pierces the near quiet of the room. Across the side of the wolf's face is a long jagged scar. The scar and the dark look in the animal's eyes are the only thing that reveals the wolf to be Draco.
Marlow turned to tell Harry it was his turn but he was gone. "Where did he go?" He asked the others and only received an upraised eye, the only thing that can compare to shrugging your shoulders in animal form. Hermione perked her ears up while Draco sniffed around. Something moved in the corner beside Ron. All of a sudden a 12-foot, glossy black snake appeared before them. It's glowing emerald eyes burning like the flare of the Killing Curse. Marlow marveled at the four students' power level at this stage in time.
"Alright you four pull yourselves together." He said as he motioned them closer. They resumed their human appearance, somewhat. He looked at them very closely before speaking. He stepped towards Hermione and pushed aside her hair. "Just as I thought there were a few physical changes." A flick of his wand and one of the desks changed into a mirror. Hermione looked at her ears. They were now pointed not quite elven and not quite feline. Also her canines had elongated into dagger-like teeth. She felt at her ears and teeth in something between wonder and unease.
Draco rubbed his ears and bottom to make sure he didn't have any unwelcome surprises His white elongated teeth glistened in the light as he gave Hermione a wolfish smile. "That should be a nice change Granger."
Ron growled as he clenched and unclenched his fist. The nails of his hands changing into the blackened claws of his animagus form. "Hey wolfie, maybe you should take a look at your eyes before you go shooting your mouth off." Draco glanced in the mirror to find his eyes had an intense red gleam to them.
"You all need to calm down. Your emotions are just adding fuel to the fire. It looks like you're all experiencing some major side effects. Harry how are you? Are you feeling any different? I've never seen your particular animagus form before. If I didn't know any better I'd say you were a crystal snake."
"I've never heard of a crystal snake. What are they like?" asked Ron.
"Well they are an extremely rare breed of serpent, I'm surprised Harry managed it. They have the combined abilities of the chameleon, python, and cobra mixed together. Great hunters so I've read, they vanish into their surroundings lying in wait. When the time is right they strike, spraying or biting their prey, in an attempt paralyze them before finally crushing their prey to death.
"I'm fine sir. My eyes are itching a bit and I can't see through my glasses too good." He said as he rubbed his eyes.
"Let me see your glasses Harry." Marlow said as he took Harry's glasses in his hands to examine them.
"Hey that's better."
"It appears that the ritual has really helped your eye sight."
"Your eyes are brighter." Hermione pointed out as she continued trying to get her ears to settle down. "Well at least this time I don't have a tail", she thought.
"Professor do you think there'll be any more changes?" Ron asked in a shaky voice. He'd finally gotten his hands to return to normal.
"There's no telling Mr. Weasly. If any of you feel strange or if something drastic should occur I want you to come see me immediately. One more thing I don't want any of you to try any more rituals from that book. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes sir." They all chorused.
"You should all head back to your common rooms now. Draco, keep an eye out for Mr. Benoit but don't do anything rash." Marlow said as he thought of how his old boss would die laughing just to hear him tell someone else not to act rashly.
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In the middle of the great dune sea of the Sahara the sun rang Hell's bells unleashing the blistering fury. This desolate area was quiet as the wind whipped sand against the nearby stones. Dark figures trudged through the sand, their faces wrapped tight against the elements. Two individuals at the center of the group supported Voldemort. It appeared that his strength had begun to wane. The dark forces under his control had begun to eat away at his very being. The power would in time destroy him but he didn't care. The pain in his limbs only spurred him on. He took a sadistic pleasure in pushing himself hard savoring the sensations around him.
As they crested a dune near Pinnacle Rock, he removed two ripped and weather-beaten parchments from his cloak and read them.
~*~ Mr. Tom Riddle,
(He burned with fury at reading the name.)
I know how that name irritates you so, but save your threats. The Dead have nothing to fear from the living. It has been decades since last we talked. I felt your resurrection and knew that time had caught up with my vision. You are once more fully within the mortal realm. Although now you are dying from the use of the power you sought so much. I'd advise you to check off the West Coast of Gibraltar for the key to the 'Well of Souls'. You may find what you seek but it won't be exactly what you expect.
Cross the plains of despair through Satan's breath to the crest of Pinnacle Rock. Only there can one view the 'Well of Souls'. To enter one must risk life to swallow the vigor of death.
Cassiopeia Rosetta
~*~
'Extrahere min Animus'
~*~
As he finished rereading the incantation, he acquired from the Atlantian ruins, the DeathEaters kneeled around him. He gave his followers a menacing look before issuing his orders. "You will stand watch over me while I search the well for the 'Essence of Osiris'." Voldemort twirled his wand around himself saying the incantation. "Extrahere min Animus!" His physical body dropped to the sand. The sand before the startled DeathEaters, burst into black flames and began to sink creating a deep fissure. The flames poured down into the ground like water in a drain.
Lucius watched in awe as his master walked into the midst of the dark flames. He could feel their cold fire inside his veins. Voldemort stood at the edge of the pit for several minutes before stepping over the side. He plummeted slowly as vapory entities grabbed and clawed at him all the way down. Each touch was the clammy hand of Death. He finally reached the bottom of the well. The Horrific sounds of imps laughing filled the well. A door before him opened at his approach and leading him to a winding staircase. The staircase went on forever, deeper and deeper beneath the well before ending in a small chamber.
His eyes were sharp as he entered. The sole object that was in the room was a small wading pool filled with a mercurial liquid. As he moved towards the pool a voice sounded in his ear. "Traveler who seeks Osiris' power be warned. You only hasten death for the pool will work for you but once. If ever you venture hear again your soul shall feed the veins of those who seek the succor of youth." He entered the pool and burst into black flames.
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TBC
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[A/N: Extrahere min animus: to draw out/pull out my soul/spirit.]