Harry Potter and the Icons of Myth
By: souls
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Harry Potter and the Icons of Myth
Chapter 24: Through the Pensieve
-September 2nd-Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place-
Remus summoned quill and parchment as he looked on the images before him. Several books of ancient lore lay open upon the table beside a stack of papers Snape had left. They were only a summary of accounts made by the only person to ever actively search for Atlantian Icons.
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-Midsummer-
These are the accounts of Jafar Salazar Ackbar, deposed Vizier of Arabia.
During the end of my first life I wandered the desert in dishonor. Fortune chose to smile on me as I came upon the entrance to 'Apophis' Keep' a legend I had heard as a child. The Well of Souls loomed before me and I took advantage of it thus began my second life. I was 220 at the time but was reborn to my body a youth of 18 years.
Thoughts of revenge clouded my thoughts and I spent the next 30 years studying under the greatest Dark Mages in the world. I returned to my homeland to find my vengeance. I found not only that but the love of a young witch named Endora. She bore only one child before her death, my son Kedavra. It was Kedavra who helped me to find the scrolls.
I grow tired of the search I have yet to see any sign of the symbols matches those on the scroll. We have been through the lands on the map yet still no hope in sight. I caught a sickness in the land of Chin. I don't think that I will make another crossing of the continent. Kedavra is hopeful for my recovery. He is young and I have not the heart to tell him I am dying. He continues to inscribe our journey within the pages of his book. The tome has become thick with an array of spells gathered from distant places, stories I've told him, and my deepest secrets that should fall only to him and his heirs.
I believe that I will soon leave this mortal realm. Kedavra is rarely out of the company of a young snake we found in our travels. He has been a worthy companion for my son who possesses the gift of a serpent's tongue. Shivu calls him Slythe'Rath, the slithering one. Before I go I will instruct Shivu to hide the earlier copy of the scrolls. The only safe place I know of is the first scroll's original resting-place.
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Sirius stirred the silver liquid with his wand. From it's glistening surface the three scrolls Voldemort uncovered in the Middle East. They were old, dusty, and frayed at the edges as if torn from a book. Although it was old the writing shown as dark as the first day it was inked.
The pensieve image focused in close on the first scroll. At that moment Sirius touched the glistening surface and entered the pensieve.
Sirius sidestepped the memory Snape and Voldemort to gain a better look at the three scrolls. At the top of the first scroll was a strange glyph and the name 'Utnapishtim'. Remus watched from the sidelines. The kitchen was filled with the sound of turning pages. Ever the student he recognized the name as belonging to a sage from the Gilgamesh legend. He was supposedly endowed with the knowledge of immortality.
Below the name and seal were accounts of the ambrotos…
Remus flipped through several books before picking up an MDR. 'Hmm…the MDR (Medi-wizards Desk Reference) states ambrotos is or rather was a mystical plant ancient mages were cultivating on the island of Atlantis. Once prepared correctly the plant would ensure eternal youth but it doesn't say how.'
Sirius had seen this memory twice already and still didn't like where this was going. The second scroll opened before him. It was written in the long precise handwriting of a war mage. It told of two dangerous artifacts that author was ordered to hide while the third was given to the best of them for safekeeping.
The first was the Tartarus Gate an artifact resembling a black pearl with a crimson center. The scribe's master had claimed it in battle after exterminating, The Followers of Cain, a cult of necromancers. It was created to unleash an army of demon warriors from a Hell dimension. The second, the 'The Tear of Gaea,' allowed the wearer a special communion with nature. The third was a sword made of and forged by magic to combat evil. Their greatest warrior, Lu Dongbin, was granted longevity in order to safe guard it until such time as it was needed again.
The third scroll told the whereabouts of the four treasures. Sirius didn't think it told much of anything.
Where worshippers of the sun reigned high in monuments of high stone ledge the tear of Gaea once was shed. Death's pearl bleak and black in land of mist and moon its ill mood cast on watchers' wood. Magic meld with warrior mettle wait East of East and West of West.
There looked as if there was more but the only thing at the bottom of the page was the name Melchior. Remus stopped as he reread the name. 'Melchior…Melchior…now where have I heard that name before? It couldn't be…'
"What do we have here?" Sirius said as he tapped the end of the scroll. It was barely noticeable but a strip of the parchment was missing.
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A moment later he was back in front of the table at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. "Did any of that last bit make sense to you Moony?"
"A little but I'm going to have to do some more research to be certain of my findings. But for right now I need some sleep. G'night Padfoot."
"G'night Moony." He thumped the old marauder on the back as he left the room.
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TBC
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[A/N: Ambrotos Greek-immortality.
I hope I didn't lose anybody.]