Harry Potter and the Icons of Myth
By: souls
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Harry Potter and the Icons of Myth
Chapter 29: Revelations
-January 4th-Number 0 Conun Drum Lane, Devon-Home of Nicolas Flamel, Professor of Alchemy -
The group reappeared in the middle of a large parlor. "Nicolas. Were they where they were supposed to be?" A lady called from kitchen.
"Yes luv."
"Be a dear and ask them if they want milk in their tea? Oh never mind I'll just bring it all." In walked a young lady with a platter of tea and biscuits floating behind her. She gave Professor Flamel a kiss on the cheek before pointing the platter to a nearby table. Hermione noted that there was something strange about the woman. She looked both young and old at the same time. Ron thought She was extremely active and beautiful for a woman of six hundred and sixty-one.
"Perenelle this here is Sirius Black, Alastor Moody, Serena Watson, Jacob Marlowe, Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley, Draco Malfoy, and Harry Potter."
"Oh it's been ages since we've had a Potter in our home. I remember your grandparents Harold and Espythe well." Perenelle said with a sad look in her eyes. "Come along now." She tapped the teapot it rose in the air and began pouring. The tea streamed off in several directions and into the awaiting cups.
"You knew my grandparents?"
"You make a lot of acquaintances in six hundred plus years but true friends are so hard to come by." Flamel said as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Harry. There are things we must discuss but first I have something for you. If you'll just come with me." Harry looked over at Sirius who just nodded. Harry rose from his seat and followed the man into a large library filled from floor to ceiling with books, maps, globes, and strange instruments. In the corner on his perch was Fawkes. The phoenix ruffled his feathers flying over to alight on Harry's shoulder.
"Hello Fawkes. How have you been?" The phoenix blinked and let out a trill so full of friendship. Flamel stepped over to the bookcase and removed a letter with Harry's name on it. Harry took it with a trembling hand.
"Albus left this for you in Fawkes' care." Harry tore the edge away removing the letter.
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Harry,
I've made many terrible mistakes in my life. I'm sorry for them all especially now that I'm gone and the burden I have kept these years now falls upon your shoulders to bare. I cannot explain everything to you in this letter but I'm sure Nicolas will be able to answer any questions you still have. The burden you bare is one of the reasons for Voldemort's interest in killing you. I learned a great deal of this from my godson Harold Potter your namesake. Voldemort's interest is that of vendetta the very oldest of wizards' grudges. Voldemort's vendetta is a very old one that has been made even more dangerous by knowledge of the future. Inattention has been the greatest sin I've committed. Years ago I dismissed the advice of seers regarding Tom Riddle and it has cost us so much. None more so than you. The prophets warned me to be mindful of Tom. A young seer spoke of Voldemort's fall at the hands of a twice-blessed child. The second seer was an oracle whose words I did not understand until now. There isn't much time left. I hope that you will be able to forgive an old man's folly. Harry, an old friend warned me that terrible things were being set into motion. Be careful! Remember you are your father's son.
Albus Dumbledore
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Harry stood there completely numb his eyes staring a hole through the paper. 'Prophecies!' He could not quite get a grip on his emotions but knew he had to. This was just the first of many things that needed to be said. "How much does the Order know?" He asked as he dried his eyes.
"Albus never told them. They have pieces of the whole but not the picture."
"I'm not surprised. I need to know everything. The others need to know the full story if they're going to put their lives on the line." Nicolas smiled. 'Albus you'd be proud. The boy is angry which is to be expected but he puts it aside for the good of others.' They reentered the parlor with Fawkes.
Hermione turned to Harry mouthing, 'Are you okay?' He nods back from across the table. Sirius looked at his godson closely. Harry turned to Flamel who took a deep breath. "Before Albus died he wrote Harry a letter and left it in the care of Fawkes. What isn't known is that Albus new he was about to die. Cassiopeia told him in an offhanded way." The group before him was stunned at this news. "Albus was never one to let Destiny tend to itself so he lived his life the same as usual but prepared for worst just in case." Many looked curious as to what the letter had said.
"Dumbledore told me why Voldemort wants me dead. It has to do with a grudge and some sort of prophecy." Harry handed the letter to the others so that they could read it.
"Actually it was two prophecies." Flamel stepped over to the fireplace and through some dust in. "Remus Lupin!" A minute later Remus' head was floating in the fireplace.
"Professor Flamel, sir." Remus stammered out.
"Remus, how many times have I asked you to call me Nicolas?" Flamel smiled and winked at Harry. "Please come over we need to talk." Remus head disappeared and the fires died down. With a pop Remus appeared in the room.
"What did you need to speak with me about?" Remus asked before he noticed the others in the room. "Sirius!? It looks like you found them."
"Remus that which I have to tell cannot be told until they know what you have found." He motioned the werewolf over to the table.
"Does anyone know about the Icons of Myth?"
"They're supposed to be the last remaining artifacts of Atlantis."
"Correct Hermione. Many have looked over the years for any clue that the Icons still exist but with no luck. Only one man has actively sought after the Icons and come close, Kedavra Ackbar. Legend has it he's the one who invented the killing curse. Kedavra searched all over the world with his father Jafar Ackbar and a young cobra, Shivu."
"They were parselmouths." Said Ron.
"Yes. The cobra called Kedavra 'Slythe'Rath, the slithering one'. Kedavra died at the hands of another dark wizard Melchior here in England."
Professor Flamel picked up where Remus left off. "Kedavra's only son Jafar died ten years later leaving his son Salazar with a servant. Salazar changed his last name to Slytherin. Harold told Albus this next part many years ago before Voldemort first surfaced. Harry your grandfather loved history and had a passing interest in genealogy. The Potters were a very old wizarding family and Harold worked for many years researching his lineage. Eventually he was able to trace it back to Godric Gryffindor. There wasn't much known about Gryffindor ancestry but Harold was anything if not persistent. Harold found out many things from Gryffindor's journal. One entry told of how Godric and Salazar had been apprenticed to Merlin. The last entry though was the most important. It told of the days before Slytherin left Hogwarts. Slytherin found out Godric and his old mentor's connection to Melchior and the death of his father and grandfather. He felt betrayed. He'd already been leaning towards his pureblood views plus the dark arts began creeping into the school. He and Godric fought over this and Slytherin left."
"So that's the grudge that Voldemort has against Harry. What did Professor Dumbledore mean by inattention?" Hermione said as she sipped her tea.
"Part of it Ms. Granger for Tom only knows of Harry's connection through the first prophecy and knows nothing of the second one. Cassie warned both Tom and Albus. She told Tom, 'Ambition and power without wisdom is a double-edged sword.' And warned Albus 'Sometimes some things can't be changed. No good will come of the power he seeks.' Neither one took the advice very seriously. They were young and the very young do not always do as they are told." This statement made everyone in the room squirm as Flamel and Perenelle looked them over.
"Dumbledore never told us about these prophecies what are they and who gave them?"
"One was given by Cassie and the other by a young seer named Sybill."
"Not Trelawney. You've got to be kiddin." Ron laughed and Harry wanted to roll his eyes and scoff at Trelawney giving a prediction until he thought back to his third year at Hogwarts.
"So what is this prophecy?" Harry asked a steely glint in his emerald eyes. Flamel flicked his wand at a crystal ball. It rolled down from its pedestal and across the room. Once it reached Harry's feet it grew in size until it was twice the size of a pumpkin.
'FROM SERPENT'S BANE IS BORN A CHILD AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES…BORN FROM THOSE WHO HAVE DEFIED THE RULE OF THE SERPENT LORD'S LIES…THE CHILD IS MARKED BY THE SERPENTS TONGUE...AND BLOOD FOR BLOOD MUST BE SPILLED BY ONE…' came Trelawney's voice from the glowing blue orb. The orb suddenly turned a dark purple color and the voice changed.
'TWO MEN MADE OF THE SELF-SAME MOLD…TWO ORPHAN LORDS BORN TO HOUSES OLD…IN SEERS' EYES, ON STONE, ON TOME, FLESH IS WROUGHT…THROUGH DESTINY'S CURSE AN AGE-OLD VENDETTA WILL BE FOUGHT…THE YOUNG LORD AND HIS COURT SHALL DIE…AND EMERALD SERPENTS RISE ON HIGH…WHEN THE SEARCH FOR ANCIENT POWERS BEGINS…THE SEERS' SIGHTS GROW DARK AND ENDS…BUT BEFORE THE SEERS' SIGHT IS TORN…ON WINGS OF FIRE ARE LORD AND COURT REBORN…'
"I've got it." Said Sirius. Jacob thought of the words again and began to understand what Sirius might have found.
"What?" Moody growled.
"Don't you see? The second prophecy seems to be events that have happened up till today. From what Dumbledore told me there are several similarities between Harry and Voldemort, no offense Harry. You are both orphans descended from two great houses. Everyone in the wizarding world believes you're dead and Voldemort has grown strong and made several advances. He's in search of the Icons…"
Jacob pulled a letter from his pocket. "Cassie said that she chose a path in destiny that had the least deaths but one she could not see the end of."
"That's definitely it then." Hermione said. "We are the court but how exactly are we being reborn."
"Granger, what makes you think we're the court?"
"Well Draco most royal courts are made up of lords and ladies of different households. The Weasley's, Potter's and Malfoy's are very old wizarding families. If that isn't a royal court I don't know what is." She said with a smile.
"She's right. As for the rebirth, leave that to me." Perenelle says as she pats her husband's hand. "You could all use some rest. Hokey…Pokey…" With a pop a pair of House Elves in orange and purple overalls appeared. One wore a bowler hat and the other an orange Chudley Cannons hat.
"Yes Aunt Penny."
"Would you please show our guest to their rooms?" Hermione watched them closely scathing comments about Elfish welfare coming to mind. Perenelle noticed her expression.
"Yes Aunt Penny
"Don't worry Ms. Granger. We do not mistreat them. They are part of the family. Penny helped raise them when their mother became sick." Hermione blushed at having jumped to conclusions. "Off to bed all of you we will continue our discussion in the morning."
They got up and followed Hokey and Pokey up the stairs. Ron after noticing Pokey's clothes began talking quidditch with him. "I's wish'n that I could fly but elves not allowed." There was a look of sadness on Pokey's face.
"The Cannons are definitely going to make it this year Twiddle is an ace seeker." Ron said attempting to lighten the mood.
"I's agrees. We's just be crossing fingers and hopes for the best." Ron couldn't help but smile at the young elf's enthusiasm for quidditch. They'd talked team stats and new prospects until finally they came to their room. "If'n you needs something my room's across the hall." Hermione was equally as impressed by Hokey as Ron was with Pokey. It seemed that Hokey was Professor Flamel's lab assistant.
After everyone had settled down the boys crept up the hall to Hermione's room. She opened it as they approached. They slipped quickly in and took a seat. "Harry what do you think of all of this?"
"I don't think anything. So there's a prophecy. Nothing has changed Voldemort has to be stopped."
"Granger what do you know about these Icons?"
"Nothing." They all turned to Hermione with a look of shock. She gave them all a stern look. "I don't know everything."
'Could of fooled me.' Draco muttered under his breath. Hermione turned and growled at him. Harry laughed tapping his ears. Draco looked sheepish having forgotten how well they can hear especially how well Hermione could hear.
"As I was saying the only thing I know about the Icons is that they are the last remaining Atlantian artifacts. I'm not sure if anyone knows exactly what they are but whatever they are they are said to hold immense powers."
"Well I guess we'll just have to find out in the morning."
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TBC
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A/N: I'm trying to get back into the groove again. I hope this doesn't get too deep. Read & Review. Questions and comments are welcome.