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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Harry Potter and the Icons of Myth
Chapter 12: Adjusting
Harry lay in bed debating whether to get up and face the inevitable horror that was today. Why couldn't he just crawl under his dad's cloak and hide for a week. Because he's "The-Boy-Who-Lived" eternal whipping boy of the Universe. Now that's a bit over the top. It's time to face the world. I'll be fine. Well as long as there are no Cupid impersonators hiding in the castle today.
"Ugh! Why did it have to be Valentine's Day? Any day but Valentine's Day please." He screamed as he rolled over and fell out of bed. Ron was startled by the thud.
"Cheer up Harry. You'll survive." Ron said as he pulled on a shirt he borrowed from Harry. It was one of Dudley's and fit loosely on Ron. He'd begun noticing that he had gained quite a bit of muscle in past two days. Harry rubbed his bruised dignity as he stood and reached for his glasses and remembering too late that he didn't need them anymore.
"What do we have today?" Harry asked.
"We have a free today."
"You better not let Hermione hear you say that."
"Bloody Hell! I almost forgot we're supposed to meet Hermione and Draco at the lake." Ron said as he rushed to find his shoes.
Harry quickly dressed and followed Ron down the stairs to the Gryffindor Common Room. They rushed through the room and out the portrait hole. As they descended the staircase they saw Colin Creevey as he came out of his class.
"Hey Harry!" Colin shouted down the corridor. "Can I get some photos of the reigning Hogwarts' champion?" He said punctuating his sentence with a snap of his camera.
"Why me?" thought Harry as he fixed Ron with a menacing glare. He turned back to Colin and locked glances with him. Ron just watched as Harry's eyes glowed with an eerie green light. Colin froze in his tracks as if in a trance. Harry opened his mouth to speak and all that came out was a series of hisses and spitting. Colin's eyes went blank as he continued to walk down the corridor as if he hadn't seen Harry and Ron.
Ron shook Harry back to himself and looked around. The corridor was empty. He grabbed Harry by the shoulder and ran out of the Castle in search of Draco and Hermione. After they'd made it several yards out from the castle, Ron turned to Harry. "What did you do to Colin?"
"I'm not sure. I was just thinking that I wished he hadn't seen us. That's all."
"Hermione'll probably know what's going on. We'll just ask her." Ron said as he nodded to a spot near the tree line. A wolf lay in the shade watching birds flit across the sky before him. His eyes shifting every now and then checking to see if Hermione was still where his senses told him she was. She sat on a rock with her back to them, her bare legs crossed, toes dangling in the water. As they watched her sun herself they completely lost track of what they were going to ask her.
The wind changed directions and Hermione turned around to greet them. A broad smile crossed her lips as she saw her two best friends walking towards her. She gave a questioning look at the expressions on their faces. "What?"
"Uh.nothing, Hermione." Harry said as he elbowed Ron.
"Harry here had a run in with Colin. His eyes went all wonky and he started speaking parseltongue then Colin began acting mental. Well more so than usual."
"That's really peculiar. Maybe we ought to talk to Professor Marlow about it later. Right now why don't we just relax. This is the first warm day we've had in a while."
"Hermione's right Harry lets take a breather." Said Ron as he dove into the water. He surfaced from the water with his red hair slicked to his scalp. Seconds later his body contorts morphing into a huge bear. He shook as he stepped out water flinging everywhere. Draco and Hermione found themselves right in the middle of the splash zone. The bear gives them all a toothy grin and then there's a loud growl. A furry blur shoots from the rock knocking the bear over and rolling him to ground.
Harry is stunned to see Hermione tackle Ron to the ground. He's wondering whether to step in when pain, intense soul wrenching pain spreads across his body. He screams as images assault his senses.
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The Well of Souls
As Voldemort 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.
~*~
Above ground Lucius knelt beside the body of his master. Talbot Benoit paced back and forth in an agitated state. "He's been down there a long time. What if he has perished?"
Lucius grabbed Talbot by the throat. "Do not speak against our lord you second rate wizard. He is the power by which glory shall be ours; you will kneel now and wait. We all know that your blood is not as pure as you profess do not give us cause to impose the master's will." Lucius spat at Talbot.
Talbot was about to comment when dark flames consumed Voldemort's body. The fire infused it reshaping its features. His body became more lean and muscular. His eyes burning with renewed fire. Wails of anguish rose from the well as youthful vigor, icy death, and pain swelled within the Dark Lord's veins. "Talbot." Voldemort hissed an insane gleam in his eyes. "My faithful followers should never doubt their master. Crucio!" Talbot howled in pain as every nerve went white-hot. The curse continued as Voldemort absently twirled his wand. "We have no use for second rate wizards with diluted blood. Goodbye Talbot. Vivus flean!" The assembled DeathEaters watched as Talbot's skin was flayed from his bones slowly. Voldemort kept him alive for two hours before finally allowing him to die.
"That was entertaining but my loyal DeathEaters we have more pressing business to attend to so we must cut short our revelry." He said as he scattered Talbot's remains to the four winds, with a flick of his wand.
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Harry lay in the darkness repeating a single phrase; "He's been reborn. He's been reborn. He's been reborn."
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TBC
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[A/N: Vivus flean: to flay alive.]
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.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------
Harry Potter and the Icons of Myth
Chapter 12: Adjusting
Harry lay in bed debating whether to get up and face the inevitable horror that was today. Why couldn't he just crawl under his dad's cloak and hide for a week. Because he's "The-Boy-Who-Lived" eternal whipping boy of the Universe. Now that's a bit over the top. It's time to face the world. I'll be fine. Well as long as there are no Cupid impersonators hiding in the castle today.
"Ugh! Why did it have to be Valentine's Day? Any day but Valentine's Day please." He screamed as he rolled over and fell out of bed. Ron was startled by the thud.
"Cheer up Harry. You'll survive." Ron said as he pulled on a shirt he borrowed from Harry. It was one of Dudley's and fit loosely on Ron. He'd begun noticing that he had gained quite a bit of muscle in past two days. Harry rubbed his bruised dignity as he stood and reached for his glasses and remembering too late that he didn't need them anymore.
"What do we have today?" Harry asked.
"We have a free today."
"You better not let Hermione hear you say that."
"Bloody Hell! I almost forgot we're supposed to meet Hermione and Draco at the lake." Ron said as he rushed to find his shoes.
Harry quickly dressed and followed Ron down the stairs to the Gryffindor Common Room. They rushed through the room and out the portrait hole. As they descended the staircase they saw Colin Creevey as he came out of his class.
"Hey Harry!" Colin shouted down the corridor. "Can I get some photos of the reigning Hogwarts' champion?" He said punctuating his sentence with a snap of his camera.
"Why me?" thought Harry as he fixed Ron with a menacing glare. He turned back to Colin and locked glances with him. Ron just watched as Harry's eyes glowed with an eerie green light. Colin froze in his tracks as if in a trance. Harry opened his mouth to speak and all that came out was a series of hisses and spitting. Colin's eyes went blank as he continued to walk down the corridor as if he hadn't seen Harry and Ron.
Ron shook Harry back to himself and looked around. The corridor was empty. He grabbed Harry by the shoulder and ran out of the Castle in search of Draco and Hermione. After they'd made it several yards out from the castle, Ron turned to Harry. "What did you do to Colin?"
"I'm not sure. I was just thinking that I wished he hadn't seen us. That's all."
"Hermione'll probably know what's going on. We'll just ask her." Ron said as he nodded to a spot near the tree line. A wolf lay in the shade watching birds flit across the sky before him. His eyes shifting every now and then checking to see if Hermione was still where his senses told him she was. She sat on a rock with her back to them, her bare legs crossed, toes dangling in the water. As they watched her sun herself they completely lost track of what they were going to ask her.
The wind changed directions and Hermione turned around to greet them. A broad smile crossed her lips as she saw her two best friends walking towards her. She gave a questioning look at the expressions on their faces. "What?"
"Uh.nothing, Hermione." Harry said as he elbowed Ron.
"Harry here had a run in with Colin. His eyes went all wonky and he started speaking parseltongue then Colin began acting mental. Well more so than usual."
"That's really peculiar. Maybe we ought to talk to Professor Marlow about it later. Right now why don't we just relax. This is the first warm day we've had in a while."
"Hermione's right Harry lets take a breather." Said Ron as he dove into the water. He surfaced from the water with his red hair slicked to his scalp. Seconds later his body contorts morphing into a huge bear. He shook as he stepped out water flinging everywhere. Draco and Hermione found themselves right in the middle of the splash zone. The bear gives them all a toothy grin and then there's a loud growl. A furry blur shoots from the rock knocking the bear over and rolling him to ground.
Harry is stunned to see Hermione tackle Ron to the ground. He's wondering whether to step in when pain, intense soul wrenching pain spreads across his body. He screams as images assault his senses.
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The Well of Souls
As Voldemort 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.
~*~
Above ground Lucius knelt beside the body of his master. Talbot Benoit paced back and forth in an agitated state. "He's been down there a long time. What if he has perished?"
Lucius grabbed Talbot by the throat. "Do not speak against our lord you second rate wizard. He is the power by which glory shall be ours; you will kneel now and wait. We all know that your blood is not as pure as you profess do not give us cause to impose the master's will." Lucius spat at Talbot.
Talbot was about to comment when dark flames consumed Voldemort's body. The fire infused it reshaping its features. His body became more lean and muscular. His eyes burning with renewed fire. Wails of anguish rose from the well as youthful vigor, icy death, and pain swelled within the Dark Lord's veins. "Talbot." Voldemort hissed an insane gleam in his eyes. "My faithful followers should never doubt their master. Crucio!" Talbot howled in pain as every nerve went white-hot. The curse continued as Voldemort absently twirled his wand. "We have no use for second rate wizards with diluted blood. Goodbye Talbot. Vivus flean!" The assembled DeathEaters watched as Talbot's skin was flayed from his bones slowly. Voldemort kept him alive for two hours before finally allowing him to die.
"That was entertaining but my loyal DeathEaters we have more pressing business to attend to so we must cut short our revelry." He said as he scattered Talbot's remains to the four winds, with a flick of his wand.
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Harry lay in the darkness repeating a single phrase; "He's been reborn. He's been reborn. He's been reborn."
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TBC
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[A/N: Vivus flean: to flay alive.]