Harry Potter and the Icons of Myth
By: souls
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Author's Note: I so enjoy the Halloween feast most of all. It happens to by my birthday.
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Harry Potter and the Icons of Myth
Chapter 22: The Dawn of Revelations
Hermione woke up early and walked down to the edge of the pond. This had become her custom for the past four weeks. Usually things came so readily to her that frustration had begun to set in. Master Yu's words rung so clearly in her ears it seemed the chord would drive her insane.
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~Flashback~
Master Yu: "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."
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She knew for certain that the stone in a small way was the key. The image of the rock hitting the pond flashed in her mind as she watched the fish's tail swish through the water. That's when it hit her. She made a mad dash towards the temple her body shifting into a form better suited for running. It didn't take but a few minutes to find Master Yu.
"Master Yu!" She shouted and quickly clasped her hand to her mouth embarrassed at her outburst. She bowed to the old wizard and sat down beside him as he beckoned her to enter the room. He held a small cup of tea in his hands. He swirled it and studied its depths before drinking it down and turning to Hermione. "Alright Harmony. Take a deep breath calm yourself then speak."
"Master, I believe that I have figured out what you wanted me to ponder." She said slowly.
"Oh and what is that my child?"
"The pond is my mind. The stone and the fish are aspects of me the animal and human side the passionate and the side of reason. They may cause ripples but they are not my true self. They are but pieces of the whole." She gave a bright beaming smile at finally understanding.
"You amaze me Harmony. You've only been here for such a short time yet you speak as one who has been under my tutelage for years." The eyes of the old Asian man twinkled reminding her of another old wizard she used to know. "Now that you understand fluid of self you must learn to calm the waters."
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-Berlin, Germany-
"That's enough for today we still have to run those barrels of dragon's blood and manticore venom over to Berlin by nightfall."
From watching Kurt up close you'd never have guessed he used to be an Auror. Draco thought as he and Harry loaded the barrels into the back of a truck. He'd been around his dad enough to know when something wasn't right. Dragon's blood and Manticore venom weren't bad things to have mind you but when one orders it in barrel loads something is definitely up.
They hadn't asked any questions just loaded it onto the truck. He figured Potter would have said something about it by now. He'd always pegged the Gryffindor as being a goody-goody arrogant prat. The more time he spent round Harry he realized the guy had a dark side to his personality like everyone else not to mention a wild streak.
On his birthday the two of them put away quite a bit of Firewhiskey. It was fun going down but hell coming back up. They'd both freaked when they woke up the next afternoon with a tattoo of a phoenix and a dragon. Even being stuck out here he still manages to think about ways to take down the Dark Lord. Kurt's been teaching him how to throw knives; hatches pretty much anything with a blade on it. Maybe it's not a hero thing and just Harry's way of finding peace.
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-Greenwich Village (Muggle New York)-
'Leslie's right Muggles sure are some strange fruit.' He was lucky he'd run into Leslie when he did that day at the mall. "Juvie Hall" didn't sound like a place he wanted to visit especially how Leslie talks about it. She'd been there a few times herself but always managed to get away. The wizarding kind are harder to get away from. She'd been in both ever since she was nine and had something called a "wrapped-sheet" longer than his arm.
He should have enough money for a wand real soon. He needed his focus back. His wandless magic seemed better suited for thing like starting fires and blocking stunners instead of levitating and vanishing things. Maybe after he got his wand he'd hitch a ride out of the U.S. maybe not back to England though. Everyone there thought he and the others were dead and for all he knew the others were dead. He hadn't gotten an owl from them or anyone for that matter.
Ron's thoughts turned to other things as he found his marks for the day.
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-Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place-
Everyone gathered around the table to discuss the business of the day. Kingsley caught two spies in the Ministry the day before and had ordered extra guards placed around the Ministers mansion and office. The Burrow had gone through some changes since Arthur Weasley became Minister of Magic. Many would be hard pressed to recognize it now.
Jacob poked his head into the meeting and motioned for Sirius to follow him. "Sirius, this was found by my old boss after he went through Cassie's estate. I think you should have a look at it."
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Jacob,
I knew this would eventually be found and make it into your hands. It wasn't your fault that the teenagers disappeared and Dumbledore died. I had a small hand in how things are playing out. I must say it's for the best though. It was the only possible future with the least number of casualties but it is also the one that I could not see the end.
Tell Sirius not to worry. Harry and the others are safe. However they're not together. They were separated at Platform 9-3/4. You'll find their whereabouts enclosed in this letter. I know you want them home but the best thing for them right now would be to leave them where they are. Send them a letter telling them that you'll be in France after the New Year. It's very important you don't send it until Halloween.
Good luck and keep your head down.
Cassie
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Sirius let out a sigh of relief. 'They were safe.' He headed back into the room to view Snape's Pensieve accounts of his trek across the Middle East with Voldemort and the three mysterious scrolls.
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TBC
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[A/N: What's on the mysterious scrolls? Does anyone have an idea? Is it a dark spell, a recipe for cookies, or a recipe for disaster? Right now I could go for cookies I'm kinda hungry.]