Harry Potter and the Icons of Myth

By: souls

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A rough translation of spells and German phrases can be found at the end of the fic.

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Harry Potter and the Icons of Myth

Chapter 20: Gangs, Brawls, Monks and Malls

-July 7th- Das Woelfe Hoehle, A village outside

of Magdeburg, Germany-

"Well…Potter here's to being dead!" Draco rubbed his sore body, took another swig of Firewhiskey winced and tossed it to Harry. He choked it down with a grimace and then the door exploded.

Splinters of wood went everywhere as two struggling men fell through the gaping hole. Draco knew a little German but not enough to keep up with mad stream of words. It was as if a dam had burst.

"Du kannst halte euer likor, Adrian!"

"Du dreckig betrüger!" The first man yelled as he pulled his wand on the second one. "Sanguis ferveo!"

"Scheiße!" The second man jumped behind the overturned table. The red lightening whizzed past the man and struck the wall. "Unterkriege!" He shouted at Draco and Harry who ducked behind the sofa. A minute later the other man screamed out in pain.

When the two young men looked up they saw a thin knife blade sticking out of the man's wand hand. That didn't stop him long though because the man went barreling across the room towards the other man. "Stupefy!" The red beam struck the man hard spinning him around. "Are you okay?"

"Du bist Engländers? Yes I'm fine. I think Adrian won't though." He said pointing to the burly unconscious man. He looked around at the mess. " I'm sorry bout yer room. By the way my name's Kurt Wagner. What is yers?"

"I'm Vincent Black and this is my friend Gregory Wolfe. We're on holiday and thought we'd backpack across Europe." When Kurt wasn't looking Draco gave Harry a look that plainly said 'What the Hell are you talking about?'

"Vincent…Gregory…I think that maybe you ought to gather yer stuff. The entire place is going ta Hell." An explosion from downstairs rocked the building. "Scheiße! All dis over a lousy card game. You can stay at my place if ya want."

They didn't have anything so they prepared themselves. The stairs had blast burns and rotten places pot marking its surface. The walls also bore the same impressions. In the room below a fat and skinny witch duked it out with an ogre-sized man.

"Peredo!" Yelled the ogre from behind a table. There was a hissing sound as the spell ate hole in the table the fat witch was hiding behind. "Vermiculous putresco!" The next spell struck home. The fat witch's arm disappeared in a swarm of insects.

"Verdamm du…du verdamm bastarde!" She screamed at him as she clawed away chunks of flesh.

He ignored her and continued firing curse after curse at the remaining witch. Skinny fired back with an insane fury.

"Infernus osculum!" The curse hit the man square on his fat bald head. He screamed as his skin turned bright red and began to blister and crack. She let out a drunken cackle as she watched them leave the steps. The thought of three new targets must have excited her because she became Jinx happy and began enchanting everything within reach.

Chairs began attacking them. Butterbur blasted them with a Reducto spell. He cleared a path so innocent patrons could leave.

Even as they made it outside they were surrounded by scores of drunken duelist. Patron's too bored to go home had joined the fray.

Things probably would have quieted down on their own after everyone had jinxed, hexed, or cursed themselves silly. If the green flare of a killing curse hadn't lit up the streets. 'Verdamm!' The crowd began to scatter in all directions. Kurt, Harry, and Draco ran down a nearby alleyway as scores of snaps and pops filled the air. German Aurors appeared filling the square with stunning spells.

~*~

Tan carried a plate of food and fresh clothes to the 'Wild One's' room, or so she had come to be called by some monks at the temple. Tan shook his head as he thought of how his brothers gossiped more than old housewives did. To Tan their guest was just Harmony something she seemed to lack as of late. As he made his way to the door he heard crying coming from inside. 'It must be one of her better days.' He thought as he peered into the room. There wasn't any shredded furniture to be seen anywhere.

Hermione dried her eyes and acknowledge the young monk's presence. "It's alright Tan. I'm going to be okay. Some days are just harder than others."

"Harmony, why are you so sad?" He asked as he placed the plate on a table.

"I've lost my friends. I couldn't hold onto them and they're lost because of me." As she lost control of her emotions so she lose control of her form. Tan continued to talk to her until she'd calmed down enough to change back.

"Harmony, when you are done Master Yu would like to speak with you." Hermione nodded and Tan stepped outside the room so that she could change. It didn't take long for her to finish eating, dress and meet up with Tan.

Master Yu sat alone looking over a crumpled piece of paper. The old Chi Wizard glanced over the paper once again.

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Yu,

Expect a visitor on your day of contemplation. The visitor will be an empty vessel trying to contain the fury of a maelstrom. Show her the path, teach her and help her heal. She is important.

Cassiopeia,

Shaherizod's Successor

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Shaherizod was an Oracle of some distinction. The character from Arabian Nights was named for her. She was also one of Yu's ancestors. His namesake brought her to Asia because of her exquisite beauty and skill with the flute. It was said that when she played the sun rose and stars would dance across the sky.

"Master Yu?" The young monk said as he and Hermione sat before his master.

"Tan, you may go. I must speak with Hermione alone." Tan bowed leaving his charge in the company of his master. "It is time for you to release your fear, guilt, doubt and embrace all or your facets. I can that the trauma of your transformation has left you of two minds. You must stop thinking of yourself as two beings by suppressing the animal. It will always escape the confines of the cage your mind has set for it."

He took her hand and brought her over to look at the pond. "There is something I want you to ponder while you are in my care..." He tossed a stone into the pond. "How are you like the stone, fish, and pond? When you find the answer come back to me and we shall talk." [A/N: I know I got way metaphysical on ya there.]

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'How'd things ever come to this? If his mom knew what he'd done or saw him now he'd be in for it. Even though it wasn't really his fault.' Ron thought as he ran down the stretch of mall. It'd seemed like his only option at the time pedal a few simple magic tricks for money.

It began pretty good that is until his wandless magic got out of hand and blew up a row of boxes with little people in them. Seeing as he was the only one near them, a homeless, smelly, weird looking teenager rated high on their list of potential suspects.

A strange yet familiar popping noise at the edge of the now growing crowd alerted him to the presence of a group of warlocks heading his way. He should be happy to see the locals' equivalent of Aurors until it hit him he was an underage wizard practicing magic in front of Muggles.

So the chase was on with Muggle Please-men at one end and Aurors at the other. "Hey kid this way!" Yelled a scruffy looking girl wearing a blue and black New York Necromancer's jersey. Ron followed the girl through the store. He watched as the girl pulled her wand and blasted the lock on the loading dock door. 'Who is this crazy bird?'

~*~

TBC

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[A/N: What is it with Ron and strange females?

Here are the German phrases and their rough translation. I'd like to say I'm sorry beforehand. I do not speak German and I apologize to any German readers who might think that I have brutally butchered their language.

*Du kannst halte euer likor, Adrian!

You cannot hold your liquor, Adrian!

*Du dreckig betrüger!

You dirty cheat(er)!

*Unterkriege!

Get down!

*Scheiße!

Shit!

*Du bist Engländers?

You are Englishmen?

*Verdamm du…du verdamm bastarde!

Damn you…you damn bastard!

*Verdamm!

Damn!

New Spells:

Sanguis ferveo-Blood boil

Peredo-Corrode or the Corrosive touch curse

Vermiculous putresco-Maggot rot

Infernus osculum-Hellish kiss or Hell's kiss curse

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