Harry Potter and the Icons of Myth
By: souls
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Author's Note: I'm baaaaaaaaaaack. I'm sorry that it has taken me so long to post-new chapters. My studies have taken up a good portion of my free time. I hope to have several new chapters up for you in the next month or so.
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.Harry Potter and the Icons of Myth
Chapter 16: Die Another Day, pt.1
Blackwood.
"It is said that when a mage of pure intent is born a star is added to the heavens and when they die suns and whole worlds are born. The whole wizarding world weeps as one of it's greatest goes back into the ether and once again becomes one with the magic we all share. Let us also not forget those young ones whose lives were snuffed out like candles in a whirlwind. They will be sorely missed."
The Weasley's stood beside Sirius, Lupin, and Professor McGonnagel. The kids looked the worse for wear. Ginny and the twins still carried bruises and scars from recent incidents and all had scars so deep they might never heal. Mad Eye Moody stood in the shadow of a large elm his real eye locked on Lucius Malfoy and he growled with barely restrained fury. Lucius looked up at the old Auror waved and smiled before apparating away.
"Malfoy will get his." He thought as he spat on the ground.
"How are things at the Ministry? I heard you've been called out of retirement."
"Things're bad all over, Marlow. Where's yer bird?" Moody answers without turning around.
"I don't really know. I haven't seen Winston in a couple days now. He'll turn up eventually though."
~*~
Three months later somewhere in central Asia..
The sun broke through the clouds burning away the early morning dew. It seemed like it was shaping up to be a very nice day and for this reason Tan took his time walking from the temple. He stopped to remove his sandals continuing the rest of the way barefoot. The cobble stone path warming as he made his way towards a small pond. The pond was fed by a stream cascading down the side of small cliff.
Tan once more marveled at the beauty of his home before filling his buckets. Kneeling, he took a quick drink from the pond. As he rose up he caught sight of a pair of eyes peering at him from some bushes. He blinked his eyes, the sun obscuring his vision.they were gone. Tan sat quietly with his eyes closed listening to the woods. The birds had stopped singing but he could still feel their presence along with another. He followed the wisp of a presence, so much like a smoke trail, beyond the bushes and into the woods.
After several feet Tan spotted a crimson streak on a nearby tree. He looked around the area but there wasn't a sign to mark the direction the wounded creature had taken. Tan stepped back over to the tree closed his eyes and concentrated. For several minutes nothing came to him and then something wet grazed his cheek and ran down his tunic. A crimson spot glittered in the early morning light.
A rumble could be heard coming from the dark canopy of leaves. They began to shift furiously and leaves began to shake free showering Tan. Reaching quickly into his tunic pocket Tan removed his wand just as the wounded animal sprang from deep within the tree.
Tan just barely got his wand raised."Stupefy!" A great beam of red light struck the creature sending it to the ground. As he stepped over to the creature he realized it was a disheveled and wounded girl. With a flick of his wand he conjured a stretcher and levitated her to the temple.
~*~
Amidst the reflecting pool sat a frog upon a stone. Tan bowed low. "Master Yu we have a visitor. I found her earlier when I went to the pond..." The frog looked on with interest as Tan continued his tale. ".She was wounded. She also appears to be part animal."
A growl and a scream stop him before he can finish. Tan takes off running towards the room where he had left their visitor. As he arrived he noticed several monks had gathered at the site of the commotion. When he entered he found one of the monks, Jubei, in the corner. The girl was no where to be seen. In her place was a large feline. Tan moved cautiously into the room. The animal's eyes darted from Jubei to Tan. It backed up growling at the new interloper. A hand on his shoulder stopped him from getting any closer. A short Asian man in a lime green robe stood behind him. He was bald except for a long braid of silver hair.
His voice was low and steady as he stepped closer to the animal before him. It continued to back up at his approach. Master Yu changed between languages. The animal finally showed some recognition in its eyes as he shifted to English. "Be calm." That is all he would say as he stood over the animal. Its head moving back and forth as if trying to decide between roads. The roads being confusion and fear. Finally the animal stopped moving it's head and reverted back into a human form. "Come here my child." He said before the girl fell into his arms releasing a soul wrenching howl and passing out.
"Will she be okay Master?"
"Time heals all wounds my son. Please repair the room while I tend to the young one."
Tan and the other monks began repairing the room. Before long everything is as it was before the incident.
~*~
New York.
People milled around the courtyard of the Green-witch Village. It was always filled to bursting on the weekends. The regulars had been pushed aside by mobs of strange newcomers. Many of the newcomers were British much to the chagrin of their American brothers and sisters. The thing the Confederation of Warlocks had feared has happened. Voldemort not only has returned but also liberated a good number of his followers.
A slender young man walked down the street before stopping at the table of an outdoor café. A grubby bandaged hand reached over for a discarded copy of 'Wizarding World Newz'. Tired eyes peered from beneath a long mop of dirty red hair scanning the paper.
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Wizarding World Newz
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Tragedy Strikes
By Kyle Spellman
It was confirmed that Harry Potter "The-Boy-Who-Lived", as well as fellow Hogwarts' students, Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley and Draco Malfoy met their end during the attack on Platform 9-3/4. The British Ministry of Magic stated that the only remains found of the four students were some tattered robes and a charred wand. The British wizarding community calls for the resignation of Minister Fudge after the deadly debacle. The new Minister of Magic, Arthur Weasley father of Ronald Weasley, was sworn into office today. A small minority disagreed with his appointment to Minister due to the fact of his deep love for Muggles.
~*~
The dirty figure stopped reading and laughed aloud startling two young witches in pink robes. Quieting down he continues to read.
~*~
.Others view this as a good thing showing that a change is needed now that they once again face the threat of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Britain is not the only one feeling the pressure of the revived "dark one". The Dark Mark has been seen in several southern states. The American Warlocks Council is prepared to call a state of emergency. Council-members who feel the need for extra security measures have asked that the Obsidian Order be called in.
~*~
The young man drops the paper back on the table and walks silently away. He knows he will have to deal with his grief later. At the moment he has more pressing problems no money, no wand, and no way home. He couldn't even send an owl. His ability to do hand magic couldn't even help him. He hadn't had much practice at it.
TBC
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[A/N: How's my writing give me a call? Read and Review.]
By: souls
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Author's Note: I'm baaaaaaaaaaack. I'm sorry that it has taken me so long to post-new chapters. My studies have taken up a good portion of my free time. I hope to have several new chapters up for you in the next month or so.
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.Harry Potter and the Icons of Myth
Chapter 16: Die Another Day, pt.1
Blackwood.
"It is said that when a mage of pure intent is born a star is added to the heavens and when they die suns and whole worlds are born. The whole wizarding world weeps as one of it's greatest goes back into the ether and once again becomes one with the magic we all share. Let us also not forget those young ones whose lives were snuffed out like candles in a whirlwind. They will be sorely missed."
The Weasley's stood beside Sirius, Lupin, and Professor McGonnagel. The kids looked the worse for wear. Ginny and the twins still carried bruises and scars from recent incidents and all had scars so deep they might never heal. Mad Eye Moody stood in the shadow of a large elm his real eye locked on Lucius Malfoy and he growled with barely restrained fury. Lucius looked up at the old Auror waved and smiled before apparating away.
"Malfoy will get his." He thought as he spat on the ground.
"How are things at the Ministry? I heard you've been called out of retirement."
"Things're bad all over, Marlow. Where's yer bird?" Moody answers without turning around.
"I don't really know. I haven't seen Winston in a couple days now. He'll turn up eventually though."
~*~
Three months later somewhere in central Asia..
The sun broke through the clouds burning away the early morning dew. It seemed like it was shaping up to be a very nice day and for this reason Tan took his time walking from the temple. He stopped to remove his sandals continuing the rest of the way barefoot. The cobble stone path warming as he made his way towards a small pond. The pond was fed by a stream cascading down the side of small cliff.
Tan once more marveled at the beauty of his home before filling his buckets. Kneeling, he took a quick drink from the pond. As he rose up he caught sight of a pair of eyes peering at him from some bushes. He blinked his eyes, the sun obscuring his vision.they were gone. Tan sat quietly with his eyes closed listening to the woods. The birds had stopped singing but he could still feel their presence along with another. He followed the wisp of a presence, so much like a smoke trail, beyond the bushes and into the woods.
After several feet Tan spotted a crimson streak on a nearby tree. He looked around the area but there wasn't a sign to mark the direction the wounded creature had taken. Tan stepped back over to the tree closed his eyes and concentrated. For several minutes nothing came to him and then something wet grazed his cheek and ran down his tunic. A crimson spot glittered in the early morning light.
A rumble could be heard coming from the dark canopy of leaves. They began to shift furiously and leaves began to shake free showering Tan. Reaching quickly into his tunic pocket Tan removed his wand just as the wounded animal sprang from deep within the tree.
Tan just barely got his wand raised."Stupefy!" A great beam of red light struck the creature sending it to the ground. As he stepped over to the creature he realized it was a disheveled and wounded girl. With a flick of his wand he conjured a stretcher and levitated her to the temple.
~*~
Amidst the reflecting pool sat a frog upon a stone. Tan bowed low. "Master Yu we have a visitor. I found her earlier when I went to the pond..." The frog looked on with interest as Tan continued his tale. ".She was wounded. She also appears to be part animal."
A growl and a scream stop him before he can finish. Tan takes off running towards the room where he had left their visitor. As he arrived he noticed several monks had gathered at the site of the commotion. When he entered he found one of the monks, Jubei, in the corner. The girl was no where to be seen. In her place was a large feline. Tan moved cautiously into the room. The animal's eyes darted from Jubei to Tan. It backed up growling at the new interloper. A hand on his shoulder stopped him from getting any closer. A short Asian man in a lime green robe stood behind him. He was bald except for a long braid of silver hair.
His voice was low and steady as he stepped closer to the animal before him. It continued to back up at his approach. Master Yu changed between languages. The animal finally showed some recognition in its eyes as he shifted to English. "Be calm." That is all he would say as he stood over the animal. Its head moving back and forth as if trying to decide between roads. The roads being confusion and fear. Finally the animal stopped moving it's head and reverted back into a human form. "Come here my child." He said before the girl fell into his arms releasing a soul wrenching howl and passing out.
"Will she be okay Master?"
"Time heals all wounds my son. Please repair the room while I tend to the young one."
Tan and the other monks began repairing the room. Before long everything is as it was before the incident.
~*~
New York.
People milled around the courtyard of the Green-witch Village. It was always filled to bursting on the weekends. The regulars had been pushed aside by mobs of strange newcomers. Many of the newcomers were British much to the chagrin of their American brothers and sisters. The thing the Confederation of Warlocks had feared has happened. Voldemort not only has returned but also liberated a good number of his followers.
A slender young man walked down the street before stopping at the table of an outdoor café. A grubby bandaged hand reached over for a discarded copy of 'Wizarding World Newz'. Tired eyes peered from beneath a long mop of dirty red hair scanning the paper.
------
Wizarding World Newz
------
Tragedy Strikes
By Kyle Spellman
It was confirmed that Harry Potter "The-Boy-Who-Lived", as well as fellow Hogwarts' students, Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley and Draco Malfoy met their end during the attack on Platform 9-3/4. The British Ministry of Magic stated that the only remains found of the four students were some tattered robes and a charred wand. The British wizarding community calls for the resignation of Minister Fudge after the deadly debacle. The new Minister of Magic, Arthur Weasley father of Ronald Weasley, was sworn into office today. A small minority disagreed with his appointment to Minister due to the fact of his deep love for Muggles.
~*~
The dirty figure stopped reading and laughed aloud startling two young witches in pink robes. Quieting down he continues to read.
~*~
.Others view this as a good thing showing that a change is needed now that they once again face the threat of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Britain is not the only one feeling the pressure of the revived "dark one". The Dark Mark has been seen in several southern states. The American Warlocks Council is prepared to call a state of emergency. Council-members who feel the need for extra security measures have asked that the Obsidian Order be called in.
~*~
The young man drops the paper back on the table and walks silently away. He knows he will have to deal with his grief later. At the moment he has more pressing problems no money, no wand, and no way home. He couldn't even send an owl. His ability to do hand magic couldn't even help him. He hadn't had much practice at it.
TBC
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[A/N: How's my writing give me a call? Read and Review.]