Rebirth of the Phoenix
Child of the new Dawn
Disclaimer: don't own don't sue
A/N sorry for the rate but a lot is going on at home and there have just been two bomb threats at my school so I'm a little stressed right now. Anywho I am still writing and I hope to get another chapter out this weekend and I will try to get this fic done by the end of June there are only a few chappies left. So on with the fic!
Also the whole 'basilisk' thing was a mistake and has been changed.
Innocence Lost 2 Turn of the Tides
"Harry!"
Remus looked up at the sound and gasped, "What in Merlin's name are you doing here?!", but before Remus could make another sound, Harry started to shake and tremble in his arms. Remus tired to comfort him, but the tremors grew worse.
The snake hissed venomously, drawing away from Harry for a moment.
"Here!" Neville shouted suddenly, running toward the far corner waving his arms. The snake immediately turned and headed for him, Neville's face paled but he stood his ground looking determined.
"Over Here!" Hermione shouted catching on, and headed toward the opposite corner. The snake turned toward her, and Neville looked at her gratefully.
Remus picked up Harry's shaking body gently, and tried to make him comfortable, but nothing he did would stop the tremors that shook the boy's body or rouse him from this state.
As Ron and Luna joined in, the snake hissed in fury and confusion, before heading straight for Neville. His face went white and he stopped dead, filled with fear, as the huge snake started toward him.
Laying Harry on the ground, Remus drew his wand and yelled, "Stupify!"
The snake screeched in pain and Harry cried out as well.
Remus dropped to the floor, ignoring the pain that raced up his knee from the pitiless stone, and knelled beside Harry. Beads of sweat were forming on his forehead and his knuckles were clenched bloodless as he continued to shake.
Realization struck hard and Remus cursed himself for his own stupidity. The snake was connected to the shard, and the shard to Harry. If the snake was hurt, the pain would be transferred to Harry via the shard attached on the snake's head.
"Don't hurt the snake!" Remus shouted, as the others drew their wands, "You'll hurt Harry as well." The five lowered their wands, looking very worried.
Harry's POV
Pain. Cold. The room was spinning.
'Don't worry little one. I will help you.'
'Who?' Harry asked, it was too dark to see a soul, yet he heard the voice as if it was speaking into his ear.
'The Gryffindor line has been fated to protect the shard of Heka for all time.'
The image of a beautiful woman with long black hair and bright emerald green eyes flashed in Harry's mind, before it went blank.
Remus' POV
Remus jerked slightly as Harry suddenly became stiff and sat up, eyes still closed.
"Harry......."
Harry's eyes opened, the same flaming emerald ice orbs and stood.
He raised his right arm, the gold ring glittering in the torchlight, reveling several cracks in the metal, and called in a deep voice, "Guardians!"
A stag, wolf, dog, and phoenix appeared racing toward the snake. The phoenix circled over head in large arcs while the stag danced from side to side, just avoiding the snake's jaws each time. The wolf and dog attacked the snake's tail and back, just snapping enough to draw its attention from getting too close to the stag. The snake reared back and screeched in fury, the phoenix dived, its claw disappearing into the scales before taking off again, the shard clenched in its talons.
It circled back and dropped the shard into Harry's awaiting hand. The phoenix began to dissolve, as did the other animals, until the snake was surrounded in silver mist. When the mist cleared nothing remained of any of the animals.
Harry looked down at the shard in his hand, before he looked up and said softly, "Thanks guys", then he fainted, shard clenched tightly in his hand. And as Remus and the others ran to his side, yet another crack formed, running down creating a spider web of cracks on Harry's ring.
Tiernan's castle
The sky was a sea of colors; midnight black robes whipping in the air, as the deatheaters on brooms tried to escape the dragons, mushroom-shaped clouds of fire rising from the Chinese Fireball, as its scarlet wings carried it through the air, the silver-blue streaks of the Swedish Short- Snout's wings as they blew brilliant clouds of bright blue fire scorching anything in its path within seconds, and then the metallic grey and red eyes of the Ukrainian Ironbelly flashing slower, but still deadly through the sky.
Ashon yawned in a bored manner, as yet another group of deatheaters cautiously approached him. He could feel his blood pumping through his veins, it would be soon, anytime now. The vampire's had a trick up their sleeves, Ashon smiled federally as he once again pulled his sword from its sheath, he wouldn't be fighting like this for long.
He looked toward Kali expectantly, and saw the vampiress had her hands raised toward the sky, clearing the thick clouds away revealing a crescent moon.
The light tingled Ashon's skin slightly and he watched fascinated, one eye on the approaching group of deatheaters.
He smirked as he felt his teeth start to lengthen, 'These deatheaters are about to see who are the lords of both the moon and the night. Pity Remus isn't here, but Lady Kali said only those in the castle would be affected, as it was really an illusion.'
Ashon now stood the proud wolf he was, throwing his head back to give a battle cry before leaping at deatheaters. Others of his kind echoed his cry, and soon the night was full of dueling wizards, claw on claw of werewolves on each other and nuncamys, and the roaring of dragons.
A few hours later, day break
Ashon rested with his back against a slab of broken stone, letting one leg drape lazily over the ledge. The dragons were resting now, chained down deep into the earth, their trainers and riders checking on them periodically. Others were burying or cremating the dead. Ashon couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle wondering what the vampires did with their dead, as most vampires turned into a fine dust after being killed, and Ashon could picture a few vampires on their hands and knees with tweezers trying to find all of the dust specs.
With a vague sense that he was being disrespectful of the dead, Ashon broke off his train of thought and wondered how Remus and his pup were, and also why he cared so much. Perhaps it was because Remus was the first, and only so far, to never accept his power as it was. Always trying to fight it or control it, and never enjoying the wildness and carefree feeling that came with it.
Again, Ashon couldn't help but think that Potter would make a fine werewolf......
Getting to his feet and deciding he might as well be useful, and perhaps get some information while he was doing it, Ashon headed down to the wounded and assisted the healers.
He listened carefully as Kali and Tiernan spoke softly near by.
"So he hasn't woken up yet?"
"No, ever since they brought him back from the temple. Remus hasn't left his side yet, and he had a few wounds himself."
"I've never heard of Potter's magical problem to begin with, so I'm afraid I'm of little help here."
Ashon resisted the urge to roll his eyes, Kali and Tiernan were more then just simple allies, Ashon was sure of that. How far it went, he had yet to figure out. So Potter was unconscious and Remus was puppy guarding him, interesting.
Tiernan's POV
Tiernan looked up from Kail to the wizened wizard that approached him. Ablus Dumbledore looked even wearier than Tiernan had ever seen him. No doubt the Potter boy's condition laid heavily on his mind. It was no big secret Dumbledore was terribly fond of Potter.
Tiernan filled him on the battle results, receiving merely a nod for each piece of information.
As Dumbledore began to walk away to return to Hogwarts, Tiernan called to him, "May he recover soon," and received a small nod and smile for his troubles.
Thanks to all my reviewers! Review please!!!!!!
Child of the new Dawn
Disclaimer: don't own don't sue
A/N sorry for the rate but a lot is going on at home and there have just been two bomb threats at my school so I'm a little stressed right now. Anywho I am still writing and I hope to get another chapter out this weekend and I will try to get this fic done by the end of June there are only a few chappies left. So on with the fic!
Also the whole 'basilisk' thing was a mistake and has been changed.
Innocence Lost 2 Turn of the Tides
"Harry!"
Remus looked up at the sound and gasped, "What in Merlin's name are you doing here?!", but before Remus could make another sound, Harry started to shake and tremble in his arms. Remus tired to comfort him, but the tremors grew worse.
The snake hissed venomously, drawing away from Harry for a moment.
"Here!" Neville shouted suddenly, running toward the far corner waving his arms. The snake immediately turned and headed for him, Neville's face paled but he stood his ground looking determined.
"Over Here!" Hermione shouted catching on, and headed toward the opposite corner. The snake turned toward her, and Neville looked at her gratefully.
Remus picked up Harry's shaking body gently, and tried to make him comfortable, but nothing he did would stop the tremors that shook the boy's body or rouse him from this state.
As Ron and Luna joined in, the snake hissed in fury and confusion, before heading straight for Neville. His face went white and he stopped dead, filled with fear, as the huge snake started toward him.
Laying Harry on the ground, Remus drew his wand and yelled, "Stupify!"
The snake screeched in pain and Harry cried out as well.
Remus dropped to the floor, ignoring the pain that raced up his knee from the pitiless stone, and knelled beside Harry. Beads of sweat were forming on his forehead and his knuckles were clenched bloodless as he continued to shake.
Realization struck hard and Remus cursed himself for his own stupidity. The snake was connected to the shard, and the shard to Harry. If the snake was hurt, the pain would be transferred to Harry via the shard attached on the snake's head.
"Don't hurt the snake!" Remus shouted, as the others drew their wands, "You'll hurt Harry as well." The five lowered their wands, looking very worried.
Harry's POV
Pain. Cold. The room was spinning.
'Don't worry little one. I will help you.'
'Who?' Harry asked, it was too dark to see a soul, yet he heard the voice as if it was speaking into his ear.
'The Gryffindor line has been fated to protect the shard of Heka for all time.'
The image of a beautiful woman with long black hair and bright emerald green eyes flashed in Harry's mind, before it went blank.
Remus' POV
Remus jerked slightly as Harry suddenly became stiff and sat up, eyes still closed.
"Harry......."
Harry's eyes opened, the same flaming emerald ice orbs and stood.
He raised his right arm, the gold ring glittering in the torchlight, reveling several cracks in the metal, and called in a deep voice, "Guardians!"
A stag, wolf, dog, and phoenix appeared racing toward the snake. The phoenix circled over head in large arcs while the stag danced from side to side, just avoiding the snake's jaws each time. The wolf and dog attacked the snake's tail and back, just snapping enough to draw its attention from getting too close to the stag. The snake reared back and screeched in fury, the phoenix dived, its claw disappearing into the scales before taking off again, the shard clenched in its talons.
It circled back and dropped the shard into Harry's awaiting hand. The phoenix began to dissolve, as did the other animals, until the snake was surrounded in silver mist. When the mist cleared nothing remained of any of the animals.
Harry looked down at the shard in his hand, before he looked up and said softly, "Thanks guys", then he fainted, shard clenched tightly in his hand. And as Remus and the others ran to his side, yet another crack formed, running down creating a spider web of cracks on Harry's ring.
Tiernan's castle
The sky was a sea of colors; midnight black robes whipping in the air, as the deatheaters on brooms tried to escape the dragons, mushroom-shaped clouds of fire rising from the Chinese Fireball, as its scarlet wings carried it through the air, the silver-blue streaks of the Swedish Short- Snout's wings as they blew brilliant clouds of bright blue fire scorching anything in its path within seconds, and then the metallic grey and red eyes of the Ukrainian Ironbelly flashing slower, but still deadly through the sky.
Ashon yawned in a bored manner, as yet another group of deatheaters cautiously approached him. He could feel his blood pumping through his veins, it would be soon, anytime now. The vampire's had a trick up their sleeves, Ashon smiled federally as he once again pulled his sword from its sheath, he wouldn't be fighting like this for long.
He looked toward Kali expectantly, and saw the vampiress had her hands raised toward the sky, clearing the thick clouds away revealing a crescent moon.
The light tingled Ashon's skin slightly and he watched fascinated, one eye on the approaching group of deatheaters.
He smirked as he felt his teeth start to lengthen, 'These deatheaters are about to see who are the lords of both the moon and the night. Pity Remus isn't here, but Lady Kali said only those in the castle would be affected, as it was really an illusion.'
Ashon now stood the proud wolf he was, throwing his head back to give a battle cry before leaping at deatheaters. Others of his kind echoed his cry, and soon the night was full of dueling wizards, claw on claw of werewolves on each other and nuncamys, and the roaring of dragons.
A few hours later, day break
Ashon rested with his back against a slab of broken stone, letting one leg drape lazily over the ledge. The dragons were resting now, chained down deep into the earth, their trainers and riders checking on them periodically. Others were burying or cremating the dead. Ashon couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle wondering what the vampires did with their dead, as most vampires turned into a fine dust after being killed, and Ashon could picture a few vampires on their hands and knees with tweezers trying to find all of the dust specs.
With a vague sense that he was being disrespectful of the dead, Ashon broke off his train of thought and wondered how Remus and his pup were, and also why he cared so much. Perhaps it was because Remus was the first, and only so far, to never accept his power as it was. Always trying to fight it or control it, and never enjoying the wildness and carefree feeling that came with it.
Again, Ashon couldn't help but think that Potter would make a fine werewolf......
Getting to his feet and deciding he might as well be useful, and perhaps get some information while he was doing it, Ashon headed down to the wounded and assisted the healers.
He listened carefully as Kali and Tiernan spoke softly near by.
"So he hasn't woken up yet?"
"No, ever since they brought him back from the temple. Remus hasn't left his side yet, and he had a few wounds himself."
"I've never heard of Potter's magical problem to begin with, so I'm afraid I'm of little help here."
Ashon resisted the urge to roll his eyes, Kali and Tiernan were more then just simple allies, Ashon was sure of that. How far it went, he had yet to figure out. So Potter was unconscious and Remus was puppy guarding him, interesting.
Tiernan's POV
Tiernan looked up from Kail to the wizened wizard that approached him. Ablus Dumbledore looked even wearier than Tiernan had ever seen him. No doubt the Potter boy's condition laid heavily on his mind. It was no big secret Dumbledore was terribly fond of Potter.
Tiernan filled him on the battle results, receiving merely a nod for each piece of information.
As Dumbledore began to walk away to return to Hogwarts, Tiernan called to him, "May he recover soon," and received a small nod and smile for his troubles.
Thanks to all my reviewers! Review please!!!!!!