Chapter Eleven
The First Evil
The room slowly filtered out. Harry began to rise and leave but Dumbledore's long, white finger pressed into his shoulders and settled him back down in his seat. With a heaving sigh, Harry looked around to see only the Italian man was left.
The man stood, showing Harry his figure. He had broad shoulders, a cut chin and dashing brown eyes hidden behind a clean line of dark hair. The man walked to Harry and held out his hand. "Evan." The man said plainly.
Harry took his hand and shook it gently, waiting for the man to say his last name. he didn't.
"Evan doesn't have a last name Harry." Dumbledore addressed sitting down. "He has no last name because he is not recognized in common time."
Harry looked from Dumbledore, to Evan and back to Dumbledore with complete confusion on his face. Evan seemed more so delighted by it. "What the heck does that mean?"
"It means," Evan answered, taking a seat directly across from Harry, "That I am not human. I'm a Magical historian."
"A what?"
"A Magical Historian. I keep track of time and place and events because as you know, history repeats it's self. It has, it will and it is. this very second." Evan dusted off his fading black robes before he continued. "You see, I'm not recognized in common time with a last name because today we are always looking for the future, for the now. No one takes the time to look back and remember. That's why I'm distend to live forever until death kills me, because I remember the past and someone has to or it will fade."
"Fade how?"
"Fade." Evan said slowly, lengthening the word till it sank into Harry's skin like a rock into water. "If the past isn't remembered it will fade into nothingness where. it never happened. Bad thing can happen when something didn't that was supposed to."
Silence crept over Evan's regaining breath. The room darkened and Harry felt himself tense. What did this mean? What did Evan know?
"I think he should learn alone." Dumbledore stood and walked to the door.
"No, please stay," Harry jarred before he could stop himself. He felt his cheeks redden, how childish! "Please don't leave me alone."
"You need you learn the truth Harry. Don't be afraid." Dumbledore said, gazing into Harry's eyes with his.
"I'm. I'm scared of the truth." Harry stuttered.
"Then maybe." Dumbledore turned, "Maybe you are wiser than I give you credit for." He shut the door. Light flickered and the room shrank before Harry's eyes. Compacting into a room with a small table and two chairs where used to be a hundred person table.
"Very wise our little Seri is," Evan announced. "Haven't known a witch very much like her. and I've known plenty."
"Okay." Harry sighed and took the second seat. "I'm listening. Tell me what I need to hear."
"Do you know why you need to hear it?" Evan asked, leaning forward.
"Because. because. I don't know."
"Because you need to realize that you were not handed the short end of the stick. Because you need to know why you are fighting and why you have to be strong for everyone. And simply because you have to know what will happen if you should fail. Someone had failed before."
"You mean. someone could have killed Voldemort before?" Harry leaning forward.
"Not Voldemort. Voldemort is the second evil of this time. The first evil should have been killed by your heir."
"The first evil?"
Evan didn't say another word, just leaned back and crossed his arm.
Harry felt himself grow dizzy. His neck got hot and his tensed up. Finally he sort of black out and leaned against the back on the chair.
"Where, where am I?" Harry tried to say. His eyes fluttered open to a white room. There was nothing there. but white.
"You are here. exactly where you are." Evan's voice echoed.
"Where's that?"
"I'm going to tell you the story of the first evil."
Harry felt his legs go weak and he dropped right into another picture. It was bright. a bright day in muggle London, but something was different.
"Sit down Harry," Evan's voice commanded, Harry sat. "As I tell you the story you will see what I saw, the story as it happened."
"Evan." Harry muttered, leaned out of the way of a hurrying wizard. "Why can't I see you?"
"Pay no mind to that. I can't see what I already saw. You can't be seen or felt in the story."
Harry settled down and let and woman smack him upside the head with her hand bag. but the "image" faded right before his eyes. "Cool." Harry he breathed.
Evan kinda chuckled and began.
"The First Evil. yes yes, there we go. This Harry is muggle London. London when muggles and wizards where not segregated; we lived in the world as one. There were a few problems with this. In some small areas of the world. people either hated muggles or hated wizards. Muggles would blame all their problems on the wizards or run to the wizards to solve all their problems. Yet, in a round effect everything was going smoothly.
"Until. in Muggle London 1112," the view Harry saw changed from a bright shopping day, to a dark, dirt road market with both wizard and muggles' running around "shopping". "In this town, at this time lived four friends. Four wizard like friends that went to school together. In their hands they held the great evil and weight anyone of this world has ever known, only four today know of what weight I speak." As Evan's voice flowed into Harry, four people walked down the street. Two were teenage boys, one with messy black hair and the other with shiny blonde. Two girls walked behind them, one had messy brown hair and the other red, pulled back in a tie.
"They. they look like. they kinda look like us.."
Evan ignored the question and went on. The four walked closer to Harry. The one with messy hair resembled himself, his figure, his height. The blond boy, minus the hair, looked like Ron. Fading freckles on his face, standing a few inches taller than the other boy. He wore a gallant giggle across his face. The girl with messy brown hair had a slender figure and her two front teeth were slightly larger than normal. The girl with red hair was tall, slender and also has fading freckles. but they were more brilliant. Hermione. Ginny.
"Let me introduce you to your school founders Harry." The one with black hair looked like him. Harry thought, now resting his eyes on the boy. "The girl with red hair is Rowan Ravenclaw, the girl with brown hair is Helga Hufflepuff, the boy with blond hair is Godric Gryffindor and the boy with black hair is Salazar Slytherin." Harry felt his heart skip a beat. That can't be true. but then again it did make since.
"Go. go on." Harry muttered as he watched the founders stop at a booth and pick up apples.
"Are you ready to know? Do you really want me to go on?" Evan asked sympathetically.
"I'm not ready for anything," Harry said, "But what ever is going to happen is going to happen rather I'm ready or not."
"Harry, you are wise beyond your years." Evan said before he continued his story. "This is the last year of the age of simplicity; the year when everything everyone new changed and some forgot exactly what they thought they knew."
"Get away from me you stupid witch," a plump man carrying a bag of bread grunted.
"Excuse me," Salazar snapped, gently pushing Helga out of the way. "We had no idea you need so much room to pass."
The man grunted and moved on.
"Why did muggles and wizards go their separate ways?" Harry asked.
"You have to understand Harry. being magical means you are easier going, more willing to admit your wrong or that something crazy just might be true. The best wizards around us are optimistic. Muggles are too concerned with getting ahead and beating the other that they don' t look around and realize what is around them. In the very beginning everyone had magic in their blood."
"What happened?"
"It's very simple really. one of the most wisest and most power wizard of all time."
"Who?"
"Ulrich Dumbledore." Harry dropped his mouth open in disbelieve, but didn't interrupt again. "Ulrich saw that some people didn't use their powers wisely. didn't understand why magic was a gift. He declared that only the ones deserving would hold their powers and the rest would loose theirs and life in generations forever with their loss and why they didn't deserve it. Over night half the world's population lost their magical powers. some families were split. some keeping some lost. families split in half and disowned the other. Ulrich was murdered a week later by a group of angry muggles."
Evan cleared his thought and got back to his story. "The four you know as Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin were the wisest, and quickest witted of their kind. That is exactly why fate choose them."
"For what?"
"For about 11 years an evil had been plaguing the world. She would kill by night and walk the street collecting followers by day. The muggles, being so closed mind, blamed it on the magical world, thinking each witch and wizard would kill by night. These four where the last of the pure wizards and as their strength fell so did the hope for the unity of the world. No four have been pure until now."
Harry watched as the four walked into a small café type place. They sat down in the corner, whispering.
"Godric, what are we going to do?" Rowena asked softly.
"I don't know." Godric Gryffindor sighed, letting his hands weave into his hair.
"We have to listen to the prophecy." Salazar announced.
"But. we don't know how it ends. only how it begins Sal." Helga whispered with concern.
"Well, what else can we do?" Rowena fell into her arms.
"Tonight," Salazar breathed.
"Tonight mate?" Godric questioned, rising up.
"Yeah. me alone." Salazar said, nodding to himself.
"But Sal. you need us. we're a team." Helga whimpered.
"I have to do it alone. you know that, you've known that." Salazar muttered.
"Why doesn't he let them help him?" Harry blurted out.
"Ask yourself." Evan trailed off.
"Alone. tonight. I have to face it alone." Salazar repeated. The others nodded sadly and left with muggle eyes bearing on them.
"Evan." Harry stuttered as the market dissolved and a darkness over took his eyes. "Does. does Slytherin have to do. does he has to stop the evil alone?"
"The curse was caste on him by destiny. He has a job to do and only he has the power to do it." Evan answered.
"He can't push everyone away!" Harry all of the sudden screamed. "He can't do it alone, he's one person!"
"I know that Harry and you are beginning to realize that." Evan trailed off letting his words drop heavily. Then he continued, "Slytherin is being hard headed, thinking he was handed the short end of the stick and in being frankly, stupid. he fighting by himself."
A black hooded figure appeared in the darkness. It was a graveyard. There was a shaded white picket fence around the cracking and braking tomb stones.
"Where are you?" Salazar hissed. "I haven't come here to play games."
"I know you haven't darling." A female voice whispered in the night breeze.
"Cameo de Maria I've come to face you like a man."
A high pitch giggle exploded in the darkness. "And we all know what men do." A slender figure appeared yards away from Salazar. She drew back her hood and let her vibrant red hair flow over her shoulders. "You have dreamed of this night haven't you. dreamed of the day you would meet me."
"In my nightmares," Slytherin gritted.
"I think not. I see them, in your head." Cameo chanted in a awe stopping voice.
"How do you have such power?" Salazar asked horror struck.
Cameo gave him one last death look then her eyes softened and she cocked her head.
"Harry," Evan's voice echoed. "See what she is thinking. look inside her mind. you can do that you know."
Harry squinted his eyes, and then shrugged. He stood and patted his chest for his wand. He drew it out, whispered the words and what he saw threw him back.
A baby born on a cold rainy night, a child with grey eyes and fuzzy red black hair.
A small girl with red hair skipping rope.
A baby laying in a destroyed room in a crib. A lighting scar across his forehead and a red haired woman strung over him.
Another cold rainy night. A grave yard. A tall slender figure standing with his wand pointing a short figure with that lightening scar and green eyes.
"I have a probation for you." Cameo said seductively.
"I don't want to hear anything you have to say."
"Well. you may." she pocketed her wand and closed the space between herself and Salazar. "You seek power. and romance. you want to rule the world and take back all you lost."
"How. I. Shut up!" Salazar stepped back.
"I see it playing in your head. the death of your closest friend. you want to strangle the live from him."
Tears shined in Salazar's eyes and he slowly shook his head.
"He always had everything you ever wanted. his family. his bravery. you never had that. you never had. power."
"WHAT DO YOU WANT!?!" Salazar screamed.
Cameo got in his face, her breath mingling with his. "I've dreamed of this night too."
"What do you want?" Salazar repeated strongly.
"What did you come here for Sal? Did you come to defeat me?"
"Ye.Yes."
"You don't have to. you don't want to." Cameo nodded slowly. "I'll stop."
"But. but why?"
"A girl can't be in love and act like this. my followers will die. I'll kill them and you may turn my right hand over to the Ministry." she bent down on her knees, "Just please don't kill me my love."
"You're love?!?!"
"Oh Salazar. don't tell me you've never dreamt it. us together. in love." A smile cracked on her face.
"Cameo. I. I. I have." Salazar muttered.
"I'm so sorry. I don't know why I did it." She flung herself around Salazar's neck and Harry saw it then. the evil, high pitch grin of Voldemort.
"Cameo?" A man appeared out of no where. "What the hell is this about?"
Cameo eased herself out of Salazar's arms and turned to face the man. "Plans have been changed Black, I am sorry." She raised her wand and a spark flew to the man's chest. He disappeared.
"What did you do to him?" Salazar whispered in her ear.
"Blew him up. tell the Ministry that." Cameo turned into his kiss.
"Ah ha, that's enough of that." Evan snapped his fingers and the world dissolved back to the small Grand Order room. "I think a destined kissing the dead destined is very nasty. And kissing someone like that in general brings back. bitter sweet memories." Evan whipped his eyes and sat, hands crossed in front of him and stared at Harry awaiting questions.
The room slowly filtered out. Harry began to rise and leave but Dumbledore's long, white finger pressed into his shoulders and settled him back down in his seat. With a heaving sigh, Harry looked around to see only the Italian man was left.
The man stood, showing Harry his figure. He had broad shoulders, a cut chin and dashing brown eyes hidden behind a clean line of dark hair. The man walked to Harry and held out his hand. "Evan." The man said plainly.
Harry took his hand and shook it gently, waiting for the man to say his last name. he didn't.
"Evan doesn't have a last name Harry." Dumbledore addressed sitting down. "He has no last name because he is not recognized in common time."
Harry looked from Dumbledore, to Evan and back to Dumbledore with complete confusion on his face. Evan seemed more so delighted by it. "What the heck does that mean?"
"It means," Evan answered, taking a seat directly across from Harry, "That I am not human. I'm a Magical historian."
"A what?"
"A Magical Historian. I keep track of time and place and events because as you know, history repeats it's self. It has, it will and it is. this very second." Evan dusted off his fading black robes before he continued. "You see, I'm not recognized in common time with a last name because today we are always looking for the future, for the now. No one takes the time to look back and remember. That's why I'm distend to live forever until death kills me, because I remember the past and someone has to or it will fade."
"Fade how?"
"Fade." Evan said slowly, lengthening the word till it sank into Harry's skin like a rock into water. "If the past isn't remembered it will fade into nothingness where. it never happened. Bad thing can happen when something didn't that was supposed to."
Silence crept over Evan's regaining breath. The room darkened and Harry felt himself tense. What did this mean? What did Evan know?
"I think he should learn alone." Dumbledore stood and walked to the door.
"No, please stay," Harry jarred before he could stop himself. He felt his cheeks redden, how childish! "Please don't leave me alone."
"You need you learn the truth Harry. Don't be afraid." Dumbledore said, gazing into Harry's eyes with his.
"I'm. I'm scared of the truth." Harry stuttered.
"Then maybe." Dumbledore turned, "Maybe you are wiser than I give you credit for." He shut the door. Light flickered and the room shrank before Harry's eyes. Compacting into a room with a small table and two chairs where used to be a hundred person table.
"Very wise our little Seri is," Evan announced. "Haven't known a witch very much like her. and I've known plenty."
"Okay." Harry sighed and took the second seat. "I'm listening. Tell me what I need to hear."
"Do you know why you need to hear it?" Evan asked, leaning forward.
"Because. because. I don't know."
"Because you need to realize that you were not handed the short end of the stick. Because you need to know why you are fighting and why you have to be strong for everyone. And simply because you have to know what will happen if you should fail. Someone had failed before."
"You mean. someone could have killed Voldemort before?" Harry leaning forward.
"Not Voldemort. Voldemort is the second evil of this time. The first evil should have been killed by your heir."
"The first evil?"
Evan didn't say another word, just leaned back and crossed his arm.
Harry felt himself grow dizzy. His neck got hot and his tensed up. Finally he sort of black out and leaned against the back on the chair.
"Where, where am I?" Harry tried to say. His eyes fluttered open to a white room. There was nothing there. but white.
"You are here. exactly where you are." Evan's voice echoed.
"Where's that?"
"I'm going to tell you the story of the first evil."
Harry felt his legs go weak and he dropped right into another picture. It was bright. a bright day in muggle London, but something was different.
"Sit down Harry," Evan's voice commanded, Harry sat. "As I tell you the story you will see what I saw, the story as it happened."
"Evan." Harry muttered, leaned out of the way of a hurrying wizard. "Why can't I see you?"
"Pay no mind to that. I can't see what I already saw. You can't be seen or felt in the story."
Harry settled down and let and woman smack him upside the head with her hand bag. but the "image" faded right before his eyes. "Cool." Harry he breathed.
Evan kinda chuckled and began.
"The First Evil. yes yes, there we go. This Harry is muggle London. London when muggles and wizards where not segregated; we lived in the world as one. There were a few problems with this. In some small areas of the world. people either hated muggles or hated wizards. Muggles would blame all their problems on the wizards or run to the wizards to solve all their problems. Yet, in a round effect everything was going smoothly.
"Until. in Muggle London 1112," the view Harry saw changed from a bright shopping day, to a dark, dirt road market with both wizard and muggles' running around "shopping". "In this town, at this time lived four friends. Four wizard like friends that went to school together. In their hands they held the great evil and weight anyone of this world has ever known, only four today know of what weight I speak." As Evan's voice flowed into Harry, four people walked down the street. Two were teenage boys, one with messy black hair and the other with shiny blonde. Two girls walked behind them, one had messy brown hair and the other red, pulled back in a tie.
"They. they look like. they kinda look like us.."
Evan ignored the question and went on. The four walked closer to Harry. The one with messy hair resembled himself, his figure, his height. The blond boy, minus the hair, looked like Ron. Fading freckles on his face, standing a few inches taller than the other boy. He wore a gallant giggle across his face. The girl with messy brown hair had a slender figure and her two front teeth were slightly larger than normal. The girl with red hair was tall, slender and also has fading freckles. but they were more brilliant. Hermione. Ginny.
"Let me introduce you to your school founders Harry." The one with black hair looked like him. Harry thought, now resting his eyes on the boy. "The girl with red hair is Rowan Ravenclaw, the girl with brown hair is Helga Hufflepuff, the boy with blond hair is Godric Gryffindor and the boy with black hair is Salazar Slytherin." Harry felt his heart skip a beat. That can't be true. but then again it did make since.
"Go. go on." Harry muttered as he watched the founders stop at a booth and pick up apples.
"Are you ready to know? Do you really want me to go on?" Evan asked sympathetically.
"I'm not ready for anything," Harry said, "But what ever is going to happen is going to happen rather I'm ready or not."
"Harry, you are wise beyond your years." Evan said before he continued his story. "This is the last year of the age of simplicity; the year when everything everyone new changed and some forgot exactly what they thought they knew."
"Get away from me you stupid witch," a plump man carrying a bag of bread grunted.
"Excuse me," Salazar snapped, gently pushing Helga out of the way. "We had no idea you need so much room to pass."
The man grunted and moved on.
"Why did muggles and wizards go their separate ways?" Harry asked.
"You have to understand Harry. being magical means you are easier going, more willing to admit your wrong or that something crazy just might be true. The best wizards around us are optimistic. Muggles are too concerned with getting ahead and beating the other that they don' t look around and realize what is around them. In the very beginning everyone had magic in their blood."
"What happened?"
"It's very simple really. one of the most wisest and most power wizard of all time."
"Who?"
"Ulrich Dumbledore." Harry dropped his mouth open in disbelieve, but didn't interrupt again. "Ulrich saw that some people didn't use their powers wisely. didn't understand why magic was a gift. He declared that only the ones deserving would hold their powers and the rest would loose theirs and life in generations forever with their loss and why they didn't deserve it. Over night half the world's population lost their magical powers. some families were split. some keeping some lost. families split in half and disowned the other. Ulrich was murdered a week later by a group of angry muggles."
Evan cleared his thought and got back to his story. "The four you know as Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin were the wisest, and quickest witted of their kind. That is exactly why fate choose them."
"For what?"
"For about 11 years an evil had been plaguing the world. She would kill by night and walk the street collecting followers by day. The muggles, being so closed mind, blamed it on the magical world, thinking each witch and wizard would kill by night. These four where the last of the pure wizards and as their strength fell so did the hope for the unity of the world. No four have been pure until now."
Harry watched as the four walked into a small café type place. They sat down in the corner, whispering.
"Godric, what are we going to do?" Rowena asked softly.
"I don't know." Godric Gryffindor sighed, letting his hands weave into his hair.
"We have to listen to the prophecy." Salazar announced.
"But. we don't know how it ends. only how it begins Sal." Helga whispered with concern.
"Well, what else can we do?" Rowena fell into her arms.
"Tonight," Salazar breathed.
"Tonight mate?" Godric questioned, rising up.
"Yeah. me alone." Salazar said, nodding to himself.
"But Sal. you need us. we're a team." Helga whimpered.
"I have to do it alone. you know that, you've known that." Salazar muttered.
"Why doesn't he let them help him?" Harry blurted out.
"Ask yourself." Evan trailed off.
"Alone. tonight. I have to face it alone." Salazar repeated. The others nodded sadly and left with muggle eyes bearing on them.
"Evan." Harry stuttered as the market dissolved and a darkness over took his eyes. "Does. does Slytherin have to do. does he has to stop the evil alone?"
"The curse was caste on him by destiny. He has a job to do and only he has the power to do it." Evan answered.
"He can't push everyone away!" Harry all of the sudden screamed. "He can't do it alone, he's one person!"
"I know that Harry and you are beginning to realize that." Evan trailed off letting his words drop heavily. Then he continued, "Slytherin is being hard headed, thinking he was handed the short end of the stick and in being frankly, stupid. he fighting by himself."
A black hooded figure appeared in the darkness. It was a graveyard. There was a shaded white picket fence around the cracking and braking tomb stones.
"Where are you?" Salazar hissed. "I haven't come here to play games."
"I know you haven't darling." A female voice whispered in the night breeze.
"Cameo de Maria I've come to face you like a man."
A high pitch giggle exploded in the darkness. "And we all know what men do." A slender figure appeared yards away from Salazar. She drew back her hood and let her vibrant red hair flow over her shoulders. "You have dreamed of this night haven't you. dreamed of the day you would meet me."
"In my nightmares," Slytherin gritted.
"I think not. I see them, in your head." Cameo chanted in a awe stopping voice.
"How do you have such power?" Salazar asked horror struck.
Cameo gave him one last death look then her eyes softened and she cocked her head.
"Harry," Evan's voice echoed. "See what she is thinking. look inside her mind. you can do that you know."
Harry squinted his eyes, and then shrugged. He stood and patted his chest for his wand. He drew it out, whispered the words and what he saw threw him back.
A baby born on a cold rainy night, a child with grey eyes and fuzzy red black hair.
A small girl with red hair skipping rope.
A baby laying in a destroyed room in a crib. A lighting scar across his forehead and a red haired woman strung over him.
Another cold rainy night. A grave yard. A tall slender figure standing with his wand pointing a short figure with that lightening scar and green eyes.
"I have a probation for you." Cameo said seductively.
"I don't want to hear anything you have to say."
"Well. you may." she pocketed her wand and closed the space between herself and Salazar. "You seek power. and romance. you want to rule the world and take back all you lost."
"How. I. Shut up!" Salazar stepped back.
"I see it playing in your head. the death of your closest friend. you want to strangle the live from him."
Tears shined in Salazar's eyes and he slowly shook his head.
"He always had everything you ever wanted. his family. his bravery. you never had that. you never had. power."
"WHAT DO YOU WANT!?!" Salazar screamed.
Cameo got in his face, her breath mingling with his. "I've dreamed of this night too."
"What do you want?" Salazar repeated strongly.
"What did you come here for Sal? Did you come to defeat me?"
"Ye.Yes."
"You don't have to. you don't want to." Cameo nodded slowly. "I'll stop."
"But. but why?"
"A girl can't be in love and act like this. my followers will die. I'll kill them and you may turn my right hand over to the Ministry." she bent down on her knees, "Just please don't kill me my love."
"You're love?!?!"
"Oh Salazar. don't tell me you've never dreamt it. us together. in love." A smile cracked on her face.
"Cameo. I. I. I have." Salazar muttered.
"I'm so sorry. I don't know why I did it." She flung herself around Salazar's neck and Harry saw it then. the evil, high pitch grin of Voldemort.
"Cameo?" A man appeared out of no where. "What the hell is this about?"
Cameo eased herself out of Salazar's arms and turned to face the man. "Plans have been changed Black, I am sorry." She raised her wand and a spark flew to the man's chest. He disappeared.
"What did you do to him?" Salazar whispered in her ear.
"Blew him up. tell the Ministry that." Cameo turned into his kiss.
"Ah ha, that's enough of that." Evan snapped his fingers and the world dissolved back to the small Grand Order room. "I think a destined kissing the dead destined is very nasty. And kissing someone like that in general brings back. bitter sweet memories." Evan whipped his eyes and sat, hands crossed in front of him and stared at Harry awaiting questions.