Sorry that first part was so boring, but I need a setup. Not my strong
suit. Anyway, here's chapter two. You might see some tributes in the
story to Frank Herbert, one of my favorite writers. Anyway, part Two of
Harry Potter and the Snake Mage!
The ride on the Hogwarts express was long and boring. He had spent most of the ride in a compartment with the D.A. Luna was again raving about her father and their latest trip, Ginny was sweet talking it with Dean Thomas, and Seamus was complaining that somebody had stolen his Frida Gilfrump wizarding card. Neville later discovered that Trevor had eaten it.
Harry's mind was on one thing in particular. It was what Dumbledore had written him. He needed to talk to him. It was so important it had to be right after the feast. And what had Hagird mentioned about a Mage? What was a Mage? Harry excused himself from the compartment. He walked to the Prefect compartment at the end of the train and knocked. Harry pleaded that he wouldn't open it, but he did.
"Potter. This place is for Prefects only." Malfoy sneered.
"I'm here to speak with Ron and Hermione, not you." Harry snapped back.
"I'm afraid I can't let you in, Potter. You see, I think your non- Prefectness would sufficate us." Malfoy laughed at his own joke.
"Prefectness?" Harry asked. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Thankfully Ron and Hermione pushed past Draco and closed the door.
"Sorry about that, Harry." Said Ron. "He's an ass."
"Tell me about it." Harry said.
"So, what's up?" Ron asked.
"Well, I was wondering what a Mage is." Harry looked at them, they both had puzzled looks.
"Well, Harry, a Mage is a wizard who doesn't use a wand. They perform all spells from their hands." Hermione answered.
"Right. Hand-wizards, mum calls 'em." Ron answered.
"The thing is, Harry, that they're really rare. I don't think there has been one for thousands of years."
"Oh." Harry said. Then there was a real hand-wizard at Hogwarts? A Mage?
"That's not all, Harry. Some Mages went beyond spells! Merlin was a Mage, and he could do almost anything he wanted with his power." Ron said.
"That's right. A powerful Mage is only limited by his imagination." Said Hermione. "Why do you ask?"
"Oh, I read something about a Mage in the book you gave me." Harry answered calmly. "Just interested."
"You risked Malfoy to ask us that?" Hermione said shrewdly. She clearly was not convinced.
"Yeah. So, I'll see you guys at the feast." Harry quickly returned to his compartment.
Ron looked at Hermione with a very confused look on his face. "What in the bloody hell was that all about?"
When Gryiffindor gathered at their table, Harry kept eyeing certain people, looking for this Mage. He was certain he was what Dumbledore wanted to talk to him about. He kept his eye peeled, but the only thing he noticed was Lupin sitting with the Professors. He assumed what this meant, and was pleased, but this was not the answer to his questions. Hermione noticed his anxiousness.
"What's wrong Harry?" she asked.
"What makes you think something's wrong?" he responded.
"Harry, I know you. You're nervous about something." She stated simply.
"Yeah, what's up, mate? You're not very talkative." Ron said.
"Well." Harry started, "To be honest something is bothering me." Hermione and Ron eyed him. "Dumbledore wants to talk to me after the feast."
"What about?" Ron asked.
Harry didn't know what to say. If they had any chance of understanding, he would have to tell them the prophecy. He didn't want to, not really, but.he needed to tell somebody. He needed somebody to help him bear the weight. Better Ron and Hermione than anybody else.
"Well, it's a long story-" he started, but as he did, Dumbledore rose from his seat. Harry looked at them and whispered "I'll tell you later."
Dumbledore cleared his throat and began his speech. "A new year. New friends, new challenges, new responsibilities." He said, eyeing Harry. Harry squirmed in his seat; he didn't like the attention. Dumbledore returned his view to the rest of the room. "Before we invite the first years in, there are three announcements I would like to make. One, all first years will be taught Defense Against the Dark Arts by my Professor Terran, who sadly could not join us tonight. He will be her tomorrow though for classes. Second years and up will be taught by Professor Lupin." There were cheers from every table except the Slytherin. Lupin smiled and blushed, and gently waved. Harry was very happy for Lupin. He had been one of his father's best frined, and was one of the last remaining people he could consider people. "As many of you already know, Professor Lupin is a werewolf. But our potions master, Professor Snape, has the correct potions to control this handicap. I'm sure this school will ignore prejudice, and except our returning teacher for what he is. By your cheers, I would assume he is a good teacher, not a monster." The room was silent, and Lupin bowed his head. Harry felt sorry for him, and looked over at the Slytherin table. Malfoy and his goons were laughing about something. Most likely Lupin. Harry wanted to go over there and strangle them, but he contented himself imagining it.
"The next announcement is about a recently deceased ex-convict by the name of Sirius Black." Harry tensed at the very name of Sirius. His eyes automatically began to tear and his throat closed on him. Hermione grabbed his hand from across table. He turned and saw sympathy in her eyes. He tried to relax, but even her comfort couldn't help. He couldn't look at Dumbledore.
"Sirius Black was not a criminal." Murmurs traveled across the hall. "He didn't commit the crime he was imprisoned for. The crime was committed by a man named Peter Pettigrew." More murmurs flew through the room. "Yes, the same Peter Pettigrew thought to be dead. All I can tell you is, do not trust the rats." Most of the room looked at Dumbledore as if he was crazy, but Harry knew exactly what he meant.
"Finally, on a happier note, we have a transfer student from the United States. Apparently he wanted a proper education." The teachers and a handful of students, including Hermione laughed. "He will be taking classes with the sixth years, and will be sorted before the first years." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled and he turned his head to Harry. "Leto, please join us now." Dumbledore turned to the giant doors and waved his wand. They opened, and a 16-year-old boy in a white and red cloak stepped through down the aisle. Harry noticed the strange cloak. It was white execpt along the bottom and wrists. Those had red on them. There were also two lines down the front and back of the white cloak, red as well. "A Mage." he heard many people mutter. So this was a Mages uniform.
He heard many girls gasp, but it wasn't at the cloak. The boy was 6'3''. He has wavy brown hair, sparkling, piercing blue eyes, and snow white skin. Even though the cloak covered his body, he evidently was extremely well built, as his posture gave away all. He walked with an aura of confidence that nobody could match. His gorgeous appearance made the women stare uncontrollably. As he walked down the aisle, he seemed to ignore them. Harry turned to Hermione to comment, but she was busy. She stared, eyes wide open, at the new student walking towards Dumbledore. For some reason, Harry felt a hint of jealousy, but quickly brushed it off. It was like Lockheart, just a silly crush.
The mage named Leto walked up to Dumbledore and shook his hand. He then sat down in the chair and placed the hat on his own head. It was a rather long time before the hat made its decision; nearly five minutes. The hat finally yelled out a name; "GRYFFINDOR!" The house cheered loud, very loud. In fact, the only time he could remember such a cheer was when.he himself was put in Gryffindor. Leto calmy walked down the aisle, Gryffindor girls smiling and cheering him as he walked, and he took a seat right next to Harry. Hermione realized he was sitting right in front of her and she was still staring, and looked down at the table blushing.
He smiled at her and said, "You must be Ms. Granger. Professor McGonnagal told me that you're the smartest girl in the school." She looked up and blushed. He held out his hand to shake. "Leto Stormrage." She shook his hand and murmured "How do you do?" Ron smiled and stuck out his hand. "Ron Weasly. Put 'er there, mate." Leto chuckled and shook his hand. "Hello, Ron. I've heard about you as well. Quidditch Keeper, right?" "Yeah. I am." Ron said, trying to smile. Ron had not had the best year last year, they had barely won the cup. Ron had practiced over the summer though, he knew he'd be ready this year. Leto turned to Harry and smiled, staring right at the scar. "And you must be the famous Harry Potter." Harry didn't know what to say, so he stuck out his hand. Leto took it and shook. As Leto turned his head, he noticed a stange tattoo on Leto's neck. He looked at it, but the cloak covered part of it up. Before he could ask Leto what it was, the doors opened again and the first years entered.
Harry and Leto both waited in Dumbledore's office. Harry wondered what the mage would have to do with him. Why was it important to Dumbledore. What did he mean to the prophecy? Uncomfortable with the silence, Harry started a conversation.
"So, your from America?" Harry asked.
"Yes." Replied Leto. "But my parents went to school here."
"Oh." Harry answered. "When did they go?"
"The same time as your parents." Leto replied simply.
"Really? Did my parents know yours?" Harry said. This was getting interesting.
"Our mothers were best friends in school." Leto replied.
Just then Dumbledore entered. He sat down behind his desk and frowned. A frown that suggested, in Harry's mind, frustration. "Harry, you know what about I've called you in here?"
"The prophecy." Harry answered.
"Yes." Said Dumbledore. "Well.it seems we may have missed something." Dumbledore sighed and rubbed his temples.
"What is it, sir." Harry asked. Dumbeldore looked up at Harry and stared.
"The prophecy may not have meant you, Harry. It still may not mean you." Harry blinked, he couldn't believe his ears.
"What was that, Professor?" Harry asked.
"Harry, Leto's parents were Duncan and Jessica Stormrage. Both members of the Order of the Phoenix."
"Hunters." Leto said.
"Yes, they hunted Dark Wizards. His parents too escaped Voldemort three times. He was also born in late July. As matter of fact, you two were born at the exact same time." Harry and Leto looked at each other.
"But Professor, the last part of the Prophecy." Dumbledore cut him off, he already had the answer.
"Leto?" Dumbledore asked. Leto nodded, stood, and took off his cloak, revealing his white pants and heavily scarred, yet heavily muscular body. Harry could see the tattoo fully now. It was a snake. A long, green, snake.
"A snake?" Harry asked.
"A Basilisk." Answered Leto.
"How did you get it?" asked Harry.
"I was born with it." Leto answered, slipping on his cloak again.
"It seems when Voldemort captured Jessica Stormrage for the third time, she was pregnant with Leto." Dumbledore seemed to struggle to speak. "Before Duncan could rescue her, Voldemort made her drink the blood of a Basilisk." Dumbledore spat the words, clearly disgusted. "The blood should've killed her, but it didn't. She lived, stronger than ever. Her husband and other member of the Order rescued her, but it seems Leto was affected by the blood." Dumbledore stood.
"Marked by the Dark Lord." Said Leto. Harry looked back and forth between Leto and Dumbledore.
"So, Leto is who the prophecy's about?" asked Harry.
Dumbledore looked down at Harry. "I don't know, Harry."
Harry and Leto looked at each other again. Harry couldn't help but stare at what was visible of the snake.
Dumbledore sat back down. "Leto is here for precautions. I would hope, Harry, that you to could become friends. I think that you two will find you will need each other." Harry didn't know what to think. Leto seemed calm on the outside, but on the inside he was lost. Dumbledore must have noticed and said, "Now go to sleep. You start classes tomorrow."
So, much better, huh? Who is Leto? What connection does Jessica Stormrage have with Lily Potter. Who is the One? What effects did the Basilisk blood have on Leto? Will Ron and Hermione except Leto? Will Leto except them? Find out more in the next chapter.I'll write if I get enough reviews.
The ride on the Hogwarts express was long and boring. He had spent most of the ride in a compartment with the D.A. Luna was again raving about her father and their latest trip, Ginny was sweet talking it with Dean Thomas, and Seamus was complaining that somebody had stolen his Frida Gilfrump wizarding card. Neville later discovered that Trevor had eaten it.
Harry's mind was on one thing in particular. It was what Dumbledore had written him. He needed to talk to him. It was so important it had to be right after the feast. And what had Hagird mentioned about a Mage? What was a Mage? Harry excused himself from the compartment. He walked to the Prefect compartment at the end of the train and knocked. Harry pleaded that he wouldn't open it, but he did.
"Potter. This place is for Prefects only." Malfoy sneered.
"I'm here to speak with Ron and Hermione, not you." Harry snapped back.
"I'm afraid I can't let you in, Potter. You see, I think your non- Prefectness would sufficate us." Malfoy laughed at his own joke.
"Prefectness?" Harry asked. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Thankfully Ron and Hermione pushed past Draco and closed the door.
"Sorry about that, Harry." Said Ron. "He's an ass."
"Tell me about it." Harry said.
"So, what's up?" Ron asked.
"Well, I was wondering what a Mage is." Harry looked at them, they both had puzzled looks.
"Well, Harry, a Mage is a wizard who doesn't use a wand. They perform all spells from their hands." Hermione answered.
"Right. Hand-wizards, mum calls 'em." Ron answered.
"The thing is, Harry, that they're really rare. I don't think there has been one for thousands of years."
"Oh." Harry said. Then there was a real hand-wizard at Hogwarts? A Mage?
"That's not all, Harry. Some Mages went beyond spells! Merlin was a Mage, and he could do almost anything he wanted with his power." Ron said.
"That's right. A powerful Mage is only limited by his imagination." Said Hermione. "Why do you ask?"
"Oh, I read something about a Mage in the book you gave me." Harry answered calmly. "Just interested."
"You risked Malfoy to ask us that?" Hermione said shrewdly. She clearly was not convinced.
"Yeah. So, I'll see you guys at the feast." Harry quickly returned to his compartment.
Ron looked at Hermione with a very confused look on his face. "What in the bloody hell was that all about?"
When Gryiffindor gathered at their table, Harry kept eyeing certain people, looking for this Mage. He was certain he was what Dumbledore wanted to talk to him about. He kept his eye peeled, but the only thing he noticed was Lupin sitting with the Professors. He assumed what this meant, and was pleased, but this was not the answer to his questions. Hermione noticed his anxiousness.
"What's wrong Harry?" she asked.
"What makes you think something's wrong?" he responded.
"Harry, I know you. You're nervous about something." She stated simply.
"Yeah, what's up, mate? You're not very talkative." Ron said.
"Well." Harry started, "To be honest something is bothering me." Hermione and Ron eyed him. "Dumbledore wants to talk to me after the feast."
"What about?" Ron asked.
Harry didn't know what to say. If they had any chance of understanding, he would have to tell them the prophecy. He didn't want to, not really, but.he needed to tell somebody. He needed somebody to help him bear the weight. Better Ron and Hermione than anybody else.
"Well, it's a long story-" he started, but as he did, Dumbledore rose from his seat. Harry looked at them and whispered "I'll tell you later."
Dumbledore cleared his throat and began his speech. "A new year. New friends, new challenges, new responsibilities." He said, eyeing Harry. Harry squirmed in his seat; he didn't like the attention. Dumbledore returned his view to the rest of the room. "Before we invite the first years in, there are three announcements I would like to make. One, all first years will be taught Defense Against the Dark Arts by my Professor Terran, who sadly could not join us tonight. He will be her tomorrow though for classes. Second years and up will be taught by Professor Lupin." There were cheers from every table except the Slytherin. Lupin smiled and blushed, and gently waved. Harry was very happy for Lupin. He had been one of his father's best frined, and was one of the last remaining people he could consider people. "As many of you already know, Professor Lupin is a werewolf. But our potions master, Professor Snape, has the correct potions to control this handicap. I'm sure this school will ignore prejudice, and except our returning teacher for what he is. By your cheers, I would assume he is a good teacher, not a monster." The room was silent, and Lupin bowed his head. Harry felt sorry for him, and looked over at the Slytherin table. Malfoy and his goons were laughing about something. Most likely Lupin. Harry wanted to go over there and strangle them, but he contented himself imagining it.
"The next announcement is about a recently deceased ex-convict by the name of Sirius Black." Harry tensed at the very name of Sirius. His eyes automatically began to tear and his throat closed on him. Hermione grabbed his hand from across table. He turned and saw sympathy in her eyes. He tried to relax, but even her comfort couldn't help. He couldn't look at Dumbledore.
"Sirius Black was not a criminal." Murmurs traveled across the hall. "He didn't commit the crime he was imprisoned for. The crime was committed by a man named Peter Pettigrew." More murmurs flew through the room. "Yes, the same Peter Pettigrew thought to be dead. All I can tell you is, do not trust the rats." Most of the room looked at Dumbledore as if he was crazy, but Harry knew exactly what he meant.
"Finally, on a happier note, we have a transfer student from the United States. Apparently he wanted a proper education." The teachers and a handful of students, including Hermione laughed. "He will be taking classes with the sixth years, and will be sorted before the first years." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled and he turned his head to Harry. "Leto, please join us now." Dumbledore turned to the giant doors and waved his wand. They opened, and a 16-year-old boy in a white and red cloak stepped through down the aisle. Harry noticed the strange cloak. It was white execpt along the bottom and wrists. Those had red on them. There were also two lines down the front and back of the white cloak, red as well. "A Mage." he heard many people mutter. So this was a Mages uniform.
He heard many girls gasp, but it wasn't at the cloak. The boy was 6'3''. He has wavy brown hair, sparkling, piercing blue eyes, and snow white skin. Even though the cloak covered his body, he evidently was extremely well built, as his posture gave away all. He walked with an aura of confidence that nobody could match. His gorgeous appearance made the women stare uncontrollably. As he walked down the aisle, he seemed to ignore them. Harry turned to Hermione to comment, but she was busy. She stared, eyes wide open, at the new student walking towards Dumbledore. For some reason, Harry felt a hint of jealousy, but quickly brushed it off. It was like Lockheart, just a silly crush.
The mage named Leto walked up to Dumbledore and shook his hand. He then sat down in the chair and placed the hat on his own head. It was a rather long time before the hat made its decision; nearly five minutes. The hat finally yelled out a name; "GRYFFINDOR!" The house cheered loud, very loud. In fact, the only time he could remember such a cheer was when.he himself was put in Gryffindor. Leto calmy walked down the aisle, Gryffindor girls smiling and cheering him as he walked, and he took a seat right next to Harry. Hermione realized he was sitting right in front of her and she was still staring, and looked down at the table blushing.
He smiled at her and said, "You must be Ms. Granger. Professor McGonnagal told me that you're the smartest girl in the school." She looked up and blushed. He held out his hand to shake. "Leto Stormrage." She shook his hand and murmured "How do you do?" Ron smiled and stuck out his hand. "Ron Weasly. Put 'er there, mate." Leto chuckled and shook his hand. "Hello, Ron. I've heard about you as well. Quidditch Keeper, right?" "Yeah. I am." Ron said, trying to smile. Ron had not had the best year last year, they had barely won the cup. Ron had practiced over the summer though, he knew he'd be ready this year. Leto turned to Harry and smiled, staring right at the scar. "And you must be the famous Harry Potter." Harry didn't know what to say, so he stuck out his hand. Leto took it and shook. As Leto turned his head, he noticed a stange tattoo on Leto's neck. He looked at it, but the cloak covered part of it up. Before he could ask Leto what it was, the doors opened again and the first years entered.
Harry and Leto both waited in Dumbledore's office. Harry wondered what the mage would have to do with him. Why was it important to Dumbledore. What did he mean to the prophecy? Uncomfortable with the silence, Harry started a conversation.
"So, your from America?" Harry asked.
"Yes." Replied Leto. "But my parents went to school here."
"Oh." Harry answered. "When did they go?"
"The same time as your parents." Leto replied simply.
"Really? Did my parents know yours?" Harry said. This was getting interesting.
"Our mothers were best friends in school." Leto replied.
Just then Dumbledore entered. He sat down behind his desk and frowned. A frown that suggested, in Harry's mind, frustration. "Harry, you know what about I've called you in here?"
"The prophecy." Harry answered.
"Yes." Said Dumbledore. "Well.it seems we may have missed something." Dumbledore sighed and rubbed his temples.
"What is it, sir." Harry asked. Dumbeldore looked up at Harry and stared.
"The prophecy may not have meant you, Harry. It still may not mean you." Harry blinked, he couldn't believe his ears.
"What was that, Professor?" Harry asked.
"Harry, Leto's parents were Duncan and Jessica Stormrage. Both members of the Order of the Phoenix."
"Hunters." Leto said.
"Yes, they hunted Dark Wizards. His parents too escaped Voldemort three times. He was also born in late July. As matter of fact, you two were born at the exact same time." Harry and Leto looked at each other.
"But Professor, the last part of the Prophecy." Dumbledore cut him off, he already had the answer.
"Leto?" Dumbledore asked. Leto nodded, stood, and took off his cloak, revealing his white pants and heavily scarred, yet heavily muscular body. Harry could see the tattoo fully now. It was a snake. A long, green, snake.
"A snake?" Harry asked.
"A Basilisk." Answered Leto.
"How did you get it?" asked Harry.
"I was born with it." Leto answered, slipping on his cloak again.
"It seems when Voldemort captured Jessica Stormrage for the third time, she was pregnant with Leto." Dumbledore seemed to struggle to speak. "Before Duncan could rescue her, Voldemort made her drink the blood of a Basilisk." Dumbledore spat the words, clearly disgusted. "The blood should've killed her, but it didn't. She lived, stronger than ever. Her husband and other member of the Order rescued her, but it seems Leto was affected by the blood." Dumbledore stood.
"Marked by the Dark Lord." Said Leto. Harry looked back and forth between Leto and Dumbledore.
"So, Leto is who the prophecy's about?" asked Harry.
Dumbledore looked down at Harry. "I don't know, Harry."
Harry and Leto looked at each other again. Harry couldn't help but stare at what was visible of the snake.
Dumbledore sat back down. "Leto is here for precautions. I would hope, Harry, that you to could become friends. I think that you two will find you will need each other." Harry didn't know what to think. Leto seemed calm on the outside, but on the inside he was lost. Dumbledore must have noticed and said, "Now go to sleep. You start classes tomorrow."
So, much better, huh? Who is Leto? What connection does Jessica Stormrage have with Lily Potter. Who is the One? What effects did the Basilisk blood have on Leto? Will Ron and Hermione except Leto? Will Leto except them? Find out more in the next chapter.I'll write if I get enough reviews.