Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
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Ian was restless.
He had felt the surge of power but could not discover its source. But he knew who was doing it. And he was afraid this would happen.
He felt the dark lord rising again.
He was getting tired of this. Of all the foes he had faced, he hated Dark Wizards the most.
Because they have a tendency to rise again.
It was easier when he and his brother scourged the creatures of the dark into extinction. But when they found out that not all creatures of the dark were the same, they were careful not to commit a mistake.
He had been hunting for as long as he could remember. The only weapons he had were his wits and his senses. And now he was one sense short.
But he still needed to do his duty.
Ian took out a box from his trunk and placed it on the table. He had his possessions transferred to his room at Hogwarts soon after he was assigned there. And with them is the symbol of their family's duty.
He opened the rectangular box and smiled as he felt the smooth surface of the object in it. He gripped it and hefted it, trying to remember the weight of it.
He remembered what it had looked like.
It was an automatic pistol with the length of 390mm. It was one of the few weapons that were made from the melted silver of the Lanchester Cathedral's silver cross. Only four pistols were ever made from it due to the fact that it was hard to make. Holy wards and water were used and the pistol was eternally blessed.
Taking out the magazine he loaded the bullets in it. .50 A.E. exploding rounds. There were creatures in this world that magic as little or no effect at all.
So they all turned to more mundane methods.
As it has been for the last thousand years.
Ian of the Lionheart was tired.
***
Peter Pettigrew sneered as he walked into Hogwart. He wasn't surprised when he had deceived every protection ward in the school. For some reason, he was protected.
Walking quickly, he tried to find the headmaster's office but what he found instead was great confusion.
That, and a man blocking his path.
"Looking for something?" the man asked mockingly. But Peter laughed as he held put his hand.
"Move away," the hand spoke. "I have not time to play with a child." The stranger wasn't impressed nor shocked to hear the hand talk.
Instead the man made a puppet of his right hand and 'made it talk'.
"I'm so scared," the man mocked.
"I have no time for you," the hand said irritably. "Stufey!" a white blast came from the hand but the stranger merely leaned on one side to dodge the curse.
"Rather unimaginative," the stranger said. The hand and its owner were fuming.
"Avada Kedavra!" the hand shouted and blasted but again the stranger dodged it.
"Boring," the man yawned. "Seen it before."
"Maybe you could dodge one spell," the hand said. "But what about all of this." Multiple green lights came from the hand. The stranger moved like lightning and dodged all the curses.
Peter couldn't believe it.
Neither did the hand.
"Now why didn't I move like that before?" the stranger asked himself. "Must be getting better.
"You're going to die!" the hand said and hurled more curses at the stranger but he simply dodged them.
"I've heard that before," the stranger said.
"You dare mock me?" the hand raved. The stranger laughed.
"Oh that's rich! Being threatened by a hand!" Peter was seeing red with anger. "What's next? Your foot?"
"Ian!" Cho came from the corner to witness the situation take place. She was still in her sleeping gown holding her wand. Her room was the closest so she was the first to react to the noise.
"Cho!" Ian suddenly sobered up. "Get away!" but it was too late. She was struck by a white curse and she tumbled on the floor.
Ian ran towards her and he himself was stunned. He slid on the floor and stopped beside Cho.
"That will teach you," the hand said as Peter walked away.
He was stopped in his tracks by a hideous and cold laugh.
"That... was a mistake," Ian said as he stood up. Peter turned but shook when he saw his eyes.
Ian's eyes were glowing ambers burning trough his soul.
"Yes," the hand agreed. "It should be a killing curse than a stunning curse."
But the air thickened as Ian breathed.
"I learned this from my cousins," he said as the area surrounding him was enveloped in shadow.
"Lifting restrictions seals for method 3," Ian chanted. "Restrictions activated until the subject is silenced."
"What are you doing?" the hand mocked but the surrounding suddenly changed. They were no longer in the hallway, but in an old cemetery.
"Know your place," Ian said. Suddenly, Peter's legs were grabbed by rotting hands. He shrieked as he kicked the hands away but they kept on grabbing him. The hand kept hurling curses on the hands, ignoring Ian.
"You cannot stop me with mere tricks," the hand said as he cast a spell that disintegrated the ghoulish hands.
But what Peter saw made his sweat.
Ian was pointing a large gun at him that gleamed in the darkness. They froze when they saw it.
"This is the Ivory Siren," Ian said. "Hear her song," he pulled the trigger.
Peter blocked the shot with the hand and it ripped his arm out. He screamed in pain as he looked at the stump that was his arm. His arm carrying the hand of Voldemort flew, landing near Peter.
"Encore?" Ian sadistically asked. Gritting his teeth, Peter grabbed his arm and touched a crystal. Ian fired another shot and struck him, seconds before disappearing.
"Portkey. Damn," Ian said as he holstered his gun. "Removal of the restriction complete," he said and the scenery changed back and he stood at the hall of Hogwarts. His eyes returned to their original violet color as he ran towards Cho.
"Cho!" he called as he dropped beside her unconscious form. "Lifting her so her head rested on his knees, she stroked her hair. "Are you alright?" he asked calmly and softly, at least as much as he could make his voice go.
Cho stirred and smiled at him. "I was just stunned," she said. Sighing in relief, he took her in his arm and carried her.
"Why are you here?" he asked. "Weren't you at the Weasley's?"
"I had to think," Cho said as she rested her head on his chest. She could hear his heart beat at a steady pace.
"We should stop meeting like this," Ian joked as she walked towards her room. "It's either you or me in the other's arms." Cho giggled and suddenly grabbed his collar making him lean forward. She gave his a kiss on his lips and held it there for a while.
When they parted, she smiled.
"Thank you," she blushed. Ian was surprised but gave her a smile and took her to her room.
Leaving the hall that he had faced evil.
Leaving him confused on his emotions.
Leaving him confused on her feelings for him.
Leaving the severed leg of Peter Pettigrew.
"You have to explain to me what had happened," Cho said as she lapsed into unconsciousness.
Smirking, Ian turned towards the infirmary.
End of 15.
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A/n: Sorry if it took me this long to update. I had been sidetracked.
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Ian was restless.
He had felt the surge of power but could not discover its source. But he knew who was doing it. And he was afraid this would happen.
He felt the dark lord rising again.
He was getting tired of this. Of all the foes he had faced, he hated Dark Wizards the most.
Because they have a tendency to rise again.
It was easier when he and his brother scourged the creatures of the dark into extinction. But when they found out that not all creatures of the dark were the same, they were careful not to commit a mistake.
He had been hunting for as long as he could remember. The only weapons he had were his wits and his senses. And now he was one sense short.
But he still needed to do his duty.
Ian took out a box from his trunk and placed it on the table. He had his possessions transferred to his room at Hogwarts soon after he was assigned there. And with them is the symbol of their family's duty.
He opened the rectangular box and smiled as he felt the smooth surface of the object in it. He gripped it and hefted it, trying to remember the weight of it.
He remembered what it had looked like.
It was an automatic pistol with the length of 390mm. It was one of the few weapons that were made from the melted silver of the Lanchester Cathedral's silver cross. Only four pistols were ever made from it due to the fact that it was hard to make. Holy wards and water were used and the pistol was eternally blessed.
Taking out the magazine he loaded the bullets in it. .50 A.E. exploding rounds. There were creatures in this world that magic as little or no effect at all.
So they all turned to more mundane methods.
As it has been for the last thousand years.
Ian of the Lionheart was tired.
***
Peter Pettigrew sneered as he walked into Hogwart. He wasn't surprised when he had deceived every protection ward in the school. For some reason, he was protected.
Walking quickly, he tried to find the headmaster's office but what he found instead was great confusion.
That, and a man blocking his path.
"Looking for something?" the man asked mockingly. But Peter laughed as he held put his hand.
"Move away," the hand spoke. "I have not time to play with a child." The stranger wasn't impressed nor shocked to hear the hand talk.
Instead the man made a puppet of his right hand and 'made it talk'.
"I'm so scared," the man mocked.
"I have no time for you," the hand said irritably. "Stufey!" a white blast came from the hand but the stranger merely leaned on one side to dodge the curse.
"Rather unimaginative," the stranger said. The hand and its owner were fuming.
"Avada Kedavra!" the hand shouted and blasted but again the stranger dodged it.
"Boring," the man yawned. "Seen it before."
"Maybe you could dodge one spell," the hand said. "But what about all of this." Multiple green lights came from the hand. The stranger moved like lightning and dodged all the curses.
Peter couldn't believe it.
Neither did the hand.
"Now why didn't I move like that before?" the stranger asked himself. "Must be getting better.
"You're going to die!" the hand said and hurled more curses at the stranger but he simply dodged them.
"I've heard that before," the stranger said.
"You dare mock me?" the hand raved. The stranger laughed.
"Oh that's rich! Being threatened by a hand!" Peter was seeing red with anger. "What's next? Your foot?"
"Ian!" Cho came from the corner to witness the situation take place. She was still in her sleeping gown holding her wand. Her room was the closest so she was the first to react to the noise.
"Cho!" Ian suddenly sobered up. "Get away!" but it was too late. She was struck by a white curse and she tumbled on the floor.
Ian ran towards her and he himself was stunned. He slid on the floor and stopped beside Cho.
"That will teach you," the hand said as Peter walked away.
He was stopped in his tracks by a hideous and cold laugh.
"That... was a mistake," Ian said as he stood up. Peter turned but shook when he saw his eyes.
Ian's eyes were glowing ambers burning trough his soul.
"Yes," the hand agreed. "It should be a killing curse than a stunning curse."
But the air thickened as Ian breathed.
"I learned this from my cousins," he said as the area surrounding him was enveloped in shadow.
"Lifting restrictions seals for method 3," Ian chanted. "Restrictions activated until the subject is silenced."
"What are you doing?" the hand mocked but the surrounding suddenly changed. They were no longer in the hallway, but in an old cemetery.
"Know your place," Ian said. Suddenly, Peter's legs were grabbed by rotting hands. He shrieked as he kicked the hands away but they kept on grabbing him. The hand kept hurling curses on the hands, ignoring Ian.
"You cannot stop me with mere tricks," the hand said as he cast a spell that disintegrated the ghoulish hands.
But what Peter saw made his sweat.
Ian was pointing a large gun at him that gleamed in the darkness. They froze when they saw it.
"This is the Ivory Siren," Ian said. "Hear her song," he pulled the trigger.
Peter blocked the shot with the hand and it ripped his arm out. He screamed in pain as he looked at the stump that was his arm. His arm carrying the hand of Voldemort flew, landing near Peter.
"Encore?" Ian sadistically asked. Gritting his teeth, Peter grabbed his arm and touched a crystal. Ian fired another shot and struck him, seconds before disappearing.
"Portkey. Damn," Ian said as he holstered his gun. "Removal of the restriction complete," he said and the scenery changed back and he stood at the hall of Hogwarts. His eyes returned to their original violet color as he ran towards Cho.
"Cho!" he called as he dropped beside her unconscious form. "Lifting her so her head rested on his knees, she stroked her hair. "Are you alright?" he asked calmly and softly, at least as much as he could make his voice go.
Cho stirred and smiled at him. "I was just stunned," she said. Sighing in relief, he took her in his arm and carried her.
"Why are you here?" he asked. "Weren't you at the Weasley's?"
"I had to think," Cho said as she rested her head on his chest. She could hear his heart beat at a steady pace.
"We should stop meeting like this," Ian joked as she walked towards her room. "It's either you or me in the other's arms." Cho giggled and suddenly grabbed his collar making him lean forward. She gave his a kiss on his lips and held it there for a while.
When they parted, she smiled.
"Thank you," she blushed. Ian was surprised but gave her a smile and took her to her room.
Leaving the hall that he had faced evil.
Leaving him confused on his emotions.
Leaving him confused on her feelings for him.
Leaving the severed leg of Peter Pettigrew.
"You have to explain to me what had happened," Cho said as she lapsed into unconsciousness.
Smirking, Ian turned towards the infirmary.
End of 15.
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A/n: Sorry if it took me this long to update. I had been sidetracked.