Revenge of the Muggles
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the Idea of Harry Potter. This credit goes to the talented JK Rowling and publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books and Scholastic books.
Author's Note: Well, here's the second chapter. As you may or may not be able to tell, I'm making this up as I go. I just started out with the concept and went from there. I work on instinct and late nights and somehow I mix it all together to create a story. I hope you all like it anyway.
Chapter Two
Over mountains hills and valleys he could reach his heaven
The dark land known as Thalaria real enchant of north
There he found the dusty village in that night of no stars
Had to fight the reputation of his bloody past
But she decided to give her help
And soon their wise love made this their land
What's the use in hiding? What good is there in tying to stay alive if you can only live a half-life: an incomplete life. I live in sewers and I'm just supposed to wait and hide until I die. I'm not going to let it happen. I want to fight, but there is nothing I can do. I can't fight the Deleos by myself. I can't sit here and wait. I can't do anything! I think I'm going mad. The only thing that I can possibly think of doing is finding the location of the colony that is supposedly working on the magic-concealing device. I can think of nothing else that will keep me sane long enough to do anything. I feel that if I truly am the descendant of Merlin, his craziness is rubbing off onto me. I feel trapped and so very free at the same time. I am free to go wherever I want to, free to roam wherever I roam. However, if I go anywhere I will be killed. I feel something to the likes of cabin fever and I fear that it has been kept locked up inside me for too long.
One day, it will just explode into a fit of rage and emotion. It's lucky that I practice meditation. I wouldn't like to let this anger go suddenly and have them find us. And I can't let that happen. No matter what. Who cares anymore?
Today Godwin and I are going to set out and find out all that we can about the hidden location of this colony that is working on the magic-concealing device. If you have not already guessed, Godwin is my one true friend that saved me the day my parents died. He was the one that pulled me into the hidden passage and has been my closest relation since. There are of course, a few other boys my age, but they both think that I would get them both killed if they were friends with me. In truth, I probably would, but I don't really care. Yes, Godwin's 24 and I'm 16, but like I said, I'm extremely mature for my age, which is another reason why the other boys don't want to be friends with me.
It will be dangerous leaving the shelter to search, but I don't care anymore. If I don't do it, I will only be cooped up, living in fear for all my life. What's the point of living, if you can't feel alive? I have to do this for myself and I have to do this for my colony. If somehow, we could make one of these magic-concealing devices for ourselves, we could practice magic to any means we wanted to and then, we could become stronger- not just physically, but magically too. Someday, we might even be able to be a match for the Deleos. That day is very far off, but perhaps in hundreds of years, we will defeat the Deleos and we will once again be free. This is a day that I will probably never see in my lifetime, but it's nice to think it. There's just something inside me that compels me to keep hope and to look for a way out. I know that there's nothing to really hope for but still I try and keep hope….
Later that day, Godwin and I dressed up in freshly washed, pure-black robes. The black is just a precaution because it helps us stay hidden while traveling in the sewers. We hope that no one will come close enough to see us anyway, but even if they do, the black will hopefully hide us. We aren't going to take any wands with us, because when we go higher into sewers, closer to the ground, the magic of wands are much easier detected and we don't want that happening. However, each of us takes a sword, just in case. We know that we will probably never use them, but in the case of any unforeseen dangers, we like to have them close by.
The swords and wands that we own are both items that we found or given to by other people in our colony. Wands of course cannot be made anymore because of the lack of magical creatures and also because the magic it takes to create a wand is too great of a risk. As for the swords, we just don't have any materials to make them. Godwin got his sword years ago in the very attack on our colony that my parents were killed in. One of the men who died had a sword that was in good shape and very strong. He took it that day, even though he has never had to use it. My sword I only found two weeks ago. It's a strong sword that is very light. It looks like there was a name below the hilt at one time but it is scratched out now.
After we finish suiting up and gathering provisions enough for a couple of weeks, we leave. We don't bother telling anyone else that we we're going. No one really cares for us enough to notice that we will be gone. We creep as silently as we can, making a light splash in the water here and there but generally being silent. We are headed towards another colony in which Godwin has many friends and then the largest colony I have heard of in Old Great Britain. I have heard a lot of rumors from this colony before and I think it will be well worth the trip to go back there. I have high hopes for today. Because of all the latest series of attacks, there has been an increase in stranded survivors and they have all come from different places. They all seem to meet at this one colony. All of them have stories to tell, but are in tears when they come in. I can't say that I blame them. Their whole families were killed yet they lived.
And I still have high hopes. I think we're going to find out a lot today. I find it almost ironic that because of the bad things that happen to other people, good things happen to me. Their families are killed and I am blessed with great new information. It is a sad irony, and one that I could live without, but in this age, you take what you can get.
As we approach the colony, we strain our ears for any sounds of movement or speech inside of it. We here none, and we classify this as a good thing, strange as it may sound. It means they are keeping silent so that the Deleos will not find them. We pass through the entrance and we see all of occupants of the colony leaning against the wall, sleeping or just talking in hushed whispers. Many smile as we walk in and walk over to greet Godwin. I make my way to the corner. I am, and will always be a loner and I could go without conversing with all of these people. Godwin seems to be enjoying himself, for we have not been here for a while, and I feel happy for him. He is wrapped in bear hugs and hearty handshakes and I am still in the corner, half hidden by shadows when something happens then that I didn't expect. A girl, just finished giving Godwin a hug, turns around and looks straight in my direction. She smiles and walks over towards me.
She asks, "Why aren't u joining in the celebrations?"
"What is there to celebrate?"
"We celebrate whatever we can. When an old friend like Godwin finds his way to our colony, we celebrate to keep in high spirits. Though, you still haven't answered my question."
"You're very observant. I'm not joining in the celebration because it's not what we set out to do," I reply tartly.
"Then what did you set out to do?"
"Do you know the largest colony in Old Great Britain?"
"Of course I do. Who hasn't heard of Thalaria?"
"Thalaria. Is that what it's called now?"
"Yeah. Don't ask me why, but that's what they call it now. What about Thalaria anyway?"
"Well I've heard rumors about a small colony creating a device that will conceal magic so that wizards will be able to perform it without detection. Since Thalaria is the central gathering place for all rumors, we decided to travel there."
At saying this, her mouth dropped open. "You and Godric are going alone to Thalaria? In times like these!? What are you two thinking?"
I respond to her in my normal tone, not feeling alarmed at all, "Look, I'm not going to be cooped up forever, forbidden to go anywhere. I want to do something rather than just sit around and watch the world be destroyed around me. Years and years ago wizards and witches were free. We could practice magic when we wanted and there were many great schools that taught children magic. This is how the world should be. When Muggles lived their lives and wizards lived theirs. One day, wizards will rise again, but we won't attack the Muggles. We will show them that we are not bad, but can help them. I just hope that when we eventually win, we won't be the ones to throw down the Muggles as they threw down us. It's very complicated I guess," and I let out a breath.
She looks upon me with amazement and admiration. The only words she can get out are, "Good luck," as she gives me a hug and rushes off, casting backwards glances. Surprisingly, she doesn't go back to the crowd surrounding Godric, but goes off to sit in a corner, apparently deep in thought.
I glance over at Godric and he is still surrounded by a bunch of people. He glances at me and I nod. It is time to go. He says goodbye to everyone before stepping through the crowd to me. I see a few of them throw a few dark glances at me, but I ignore them. Frankly, I don't give a damn what they think about me.
However, before I take a couple of steps, I feel a tap on my shoulder. It's that girl again. "What's your name?" she asks me.
"Kristus. Kristus Vesanus," I say before I turn around hastily as my cloak swings about me.
"Don't you want to know my name?"
I turn around again. "Fine. What's your name?"
She blushes, "Magda. My name's Magda Delirius."
"Goodbye then Magda."
"Goodbye Kristus, " she says to me after I turn away once again, headed for the exit and the waiting Godric, with a smirk on his face.
"You know she likes you," he says.
"I know. I don't really care. I'll probably never see her again in my life so what does it matter?"
"I can't believe you. I girl that pretty likes you and you don't even bat an eye. You're crazier than I though." I shrug and continue towards the exit as Godric catches up to me.
Both of us have stony faces as we leave. This is not going to be an easy journey, physically or mentally. We know how risky this trip will be, but we also know the benefits of it will be extraordinary.
As we walk, we talk in the quietest whispers we can manage to discuss our plans. This journey is going to take a week at least to get to Thalaria and then who knows how long to get to our final destination. Most likely it will be a few weeks. Not to mention the fact that we'll probably have very vague directions.
During this time, sleeping will be the hardest part. To begin with, we'll have to find the safest place to sleep each night, which will probably be the foulest part of the sewers. Second of all, we will have to take turns keeping watch, just in case. When we reach Thalaria, we will probably stay there for a few days to be safe and calm our nerves. We'll also have to plan out how we will make our journey and stock up on provisions. But we'll get to that when we come to it.
During the first day of our journey we make good progress. Nothing seems to be out of place and we only have to stop once to eat. We find a small crack in the wall that hides us nicely and I take first watch while Godric sleeps. I try to keep myself awake by thinking of how life would be like if we weren't living in the sewers, in fear. I picture all of the food there would be, as well as the great schools of magic.
Before they died, I remembered my parents telling me about the school that my great-grandfather attended. I believe it was called Hogwarts. They said it was the best school of magic in the world, led by the greatest wizard of all time. All wizards know who Albus Dumbledore is, even now. However, I also remember my parents saying that Dumbledore saved Harry's life when he leapt in between a killing curse that Voldemort had intended for Harry. This sent Harry into a tremendous outburst, and being alone, the magic that had been building up in him for years left his body all in a tremendous burst, incinerating and demolishing everything within 100 yards of him. Voldemort and all of the Death Eaters present had been totally destroyed and Harry was found passed out hours later.
The only thing this serves me to remember is that not all wizards are good. Some wizards can be as bad as Muggles and it can happen when you least expect it. Maybe some there are some good Muggles out there. Then again, maybe not. Or maybe they were brainwashed into believing that all wizards are bad. Damn it! Why did Muggles have to invent those damn Deleos in the first place?