WEEE!!! Contest winner!!! Sorry it took forever, literally, but my comp has been on the verge of breaking for the better part of what feels like six months. The winning author is Mathias! Congrats, dude! (I find it really funny how I thought about it and realized that even if the winner is a chick I would still say dude...ANYHOW!) READ ON!
Ron stared across the battlefield. His new power, the seventh level of "Sight", let him view the battle with different eyes. When he had finished with the jump, time itself seemed to pause in anticipation of the power. Ron, calm in the face of the fight, viewed the battle with a critical eye. Curses, charms, battle spells - they were all but colored lights. Each one frozen in time.
Ron knew what he had to do. The level of Sight was only called on in great need, for a great purpose, like this one. He stared at the wand in his right hand and switched it to his left.
The Seer opened his right hand, using the knowledge that came with the sight to summon a sword. This wasn't just any sword, however. This sword is the sword that every seventh level learned to summon, the Sword of Battle. There was a reason why only seventh levels could obtain it.
It needed the power of Aqua, Pyro, Faile, Earthian, and Psi, all channeled in one person, to summon.
Only those at the level of sight could use all five.
Created from the metal of Earthian, forged with the flames of Pyro, breathed upon by the air of Faile, cooled by the water of Aqua, and bound by the spirit of Psi. That was what the Sword of Battle was. A connection of all five was needed to draw it.
He landed on the ground, right next to Justin. This one was also known as Skull Pyro Alpha, a fifth level. The jump of Ron, however, triggered a domino effect and forced Justin to jump prematurely. It was needed though. Time returned to its original state when he reached the boy.
"Skull Pyro Alpha." He grasped Justin's arm. "You have jumped to the sixth level. You are now designated Skull Two and will be my second-in-command." The boy turned to look at Ron, nay, Skull One. "I am Skull One. The time for battle has come."
"To arms." Skull Two, formerly Justin Flitch-Fletchly, whispered.
Skull One raised the Sword of Battle into the sky, catching the attention of everyone on the battlefield and then some. "To arms, Skull Sect! The time of battle has come! By order of Skull One, Seventh Level of Sight, I order you! Fight!"
The effect was instantaneous. The first thing that caught everyone's attention was when a Syltherin girl raised a column of blue fire, several meters tall. It absorbed the spells flung at it and headed toward the Death Eaters, surprisingly enough freezing several in place while scorching others.
That was when all hell broke loose.
Right at Skull One's side, Skull Two followed, along with others. Skull One used the Sword of Battle to deflect curses. He heard Skull Faile Alpha fall and grimaced. She was the only other level five they had. Skull Aqua Alpha, Skull Psi Alpha, and Skull Earthian Alpha were Muggles and wouldn't be here.
"Skull Two! Tend to Faile Alpha until reinforcements arrive! Aqua Theta, Faile Omega, Psi Pi! Up front! Aqua Lambda, Pyro Omega, Earthian Delta! Tend to the wounded! Earthian Gamma, Psi Beta! Tell the damn witches and wizards to stop staring and help us! Everyone else, cover fire!" Skull One grunted as a spell went past his defenses and sent a flash of pain through his leg. Healing Sight helped fix that, but he looked around. Pyro Omega had retreated with Faile Alpha, but there wasn't much else. He tried not to remind himself that some of them were first-years. He really did. However battle wasn't where he was supposed to worry.
Skull One sent a flare tornado forward, with hidden surprised of earth spikes. Skull Two was back again, an eastern dragon of fire coiling around several more Death Eaters.
Aqua Theta had released a watery version of that attack, though she was quickly wounded by several spells. Aqua Lambda retrieved her as several curses from Hogwarts started aiding them.
Mouth set into a grim line, Skull One focused his sight. With the Skull Sect covering him, Skull One would have the time to get done what he needed to get done.
A minute later, Skull One snapped his hand open and a wave of hot air blew many Death Eaters away. Standing strong, Skull One crossed the threshold of the enemy and all battle paused.
"Where's your leader?" He asked coolly, snapping a finger and freezing one Death Eater completely solid with his wand half-way out.
A familiar person stepped out, blonde, with cold eyes. "If it isn't the Weasel child."
"Lucius Malfoy." Skull One said slowly. "Voldemort cannot come here himself to obtain that power which he so seeks?"
It seems that the man didn't have a reply. Except, of course, for a nameless curse that Skull One ducked under. He retaliated with a jet of flame, to which a powerful cooling charm was applied.
"Impressive." Skull One spoke.
"Quite." Lucius agreed. Another curse, in volleys now, approached the leader of the Skull Sect. A barrier from Psi blocked those and Skull One glanced behind him. Skull Two, Aqua Mu, Faile Omega, Psi Pi, and Faile Alpha were with him. Everyone else held their ground.
"Let's duel." Skull One spoke.
"Lets."
A powerful version of the Flipendo charm launched at Skull One, who retaliated with a wind screw, flames lancing along the sides of the funnel. The two canceled each other out, but Skull One also followed with an earthen spike line. A levitation charm let Lucius dodge that. Two flaming crosses flew from Lucius's wand tip. A shielding charm enhanced with Psi sight blocked that. The two dueled it out for an hour, the Hogwarts students, Death Eaters, and Skull sect not interfering.
When Skull One heard a signal, a fierce grin came upon his tired face.
"What are you grinning at?" Lucius growled, face taut.
"You're surrounded. Aqua Alpha, Earthian Alpha, Psi Alpha! Advance!" The end was sealed with a blast comprised of all five elements of sight. The attack knocked Lucius unconscious as well as destroying his wand. A bunch of other Seers, many high-leveled, advanced, decimating the Death Eaters.
"Skull One." Aqua Alpha whispered. "We heard your call. You jumped? To Sight?"
"Yes, I have." He placed a hand on Skull Two's shoulder. "Pyro Alpha had also jumped. He's at Swirls. He is currently Skull Two. Causalities?"
"None." Aqua Mu reported. "Several heavily wounded- those with healing abilities are working with them right now."
"Good." Skull One whispered.
That was when Skull One heard the Wizards coming. "Skull Psi Sect! To me! Wizards and witches, seventh and sixth years, go back to the battle line!" Skull One ordered. "First to fifth, back to where you were before! Others, warp back to where you were before!" Everyone did as told as every person with the Psi sight ability rallied around him. "Okay, we're going to change the memory of this event for everyone. No one will remember the event as it happened. Any evidence of Seers will fade. It will go as if the Wizards and Witches did it on their own. Understand?" As one, they nodded.
All closed their eyes. White robes appeared on all of them, their uniform. Each of their individual marks appeared on their forehead, glowing brightly. Sparkling purple lights spun in a circle, freezing time itself. The violet grew extremely bright and white lights encompassed all.
Harry sighed as they returned to the castle. "We made it."
"Keep your chin up." Ron remarked. "We survived and nobody died! We should celebrate!"
Suddenly the impact of what had happened struck everybody. "We survived a Death Eater attack!"
"None died!"
"We defeated a large strike force of You-Know-Whose army!"
"No one died!"
Cheers went up all around them. Ron smiled slowly, catching the eye of Justin, and both faded into the crowds.
Albus Dumbledore frowned as something batted against his mind.
"Professor Dumbledore!" Ron called, smiling.
"Ah, Mr. Weasley." Dumbledore covered his annoyance with a smile. "Good work. Everyone did well today."
"Right." The red-headed wizard turned and something flashed from underneath his cloak. It created a crack in whatever it was in his mind and that was all the old wizard needed. With a skill that would impress anyone, he effectively shattered what binding held his mind and a torrent of memories flooded into his brain. When he recovered, Ron's back was to him, but he called anyway.
"Mr. Weasley? May I see you in my office? You too, Mr. Flitch-Fletchly." He added to his left. Dumbledore headed through the crowds, the mass of people effectively concealing him. Ron and Justin still managed to follow him, silently, all the way to the gargoyle which housed his office.
Once inside, Dumbledore calmly focused on the two before him. "Those are some amazing powers that you have."
He watched as both boys stiffened, eyes and faces hardening.
"How do you know of that?" Ron whispered.
"You shouldn't." Justin added.
"All there needs is but a crack and even the greatest defenses could crumble." The aged wizard sighed.
"The Sword." Justin turned to Ron. "Skull One, the Sword."
"Right Skull Two." And suddenly, Dumbledore noticed something change about Ron. The aura around him grew, something to a greater magnitude than he ever imagined. This wasn't just Ron anymore. He was Skull One.
"The Sword is incredibly powerful." And the weapon was drawn. Dumbledore was nearly blinded by the energy radiating from it. He understood now why Tom was after it. "It's... the core of all Psi. I recognize it now. The Sword of Battle is also known as the Heart of the Psi. It houses the core of all Seers inside it." Then Dumbledore saw it. A mark was burning on Skull One's forehead. It was an eye with five lashes above, three lashes below, and two swirls on each side. Skull Two had the same, but Skull One's had a pupil. The powerful wizard saw the importance behind the pupil, if the word Seer meant anything. "If Voldemort gets it, he'll be able to, for the lack of a better word, summon us. And we must follow him. We must, for he holds the Sword." He glanced up at Dumbledore. "I'm going to shield this, but I need help. My power alone is not enough to hide this power, for the core of my power is still but a fragment of this sword. You're one of the greatest wizards of this time. I need your help."
"And so you shall have it." Dumbledore whispered as he grasped Skull One's hand. Skull Two placed his hand over their joined hands and the flow of power in the room heightened. Fire, water, wind, earth, energy, and the neutral magic of Wizardry and Witchcraft circled on the room, funneling around the sword. It just seemed to get stronger and stronger, though the natural protections around the office prevented it from spilling out. Fawkes, however, flew outside. At the apex of the strength, the power tapered off.
Skull One fell against his seat, staring at the Sword of Battle, a light of recognition in his eyes. "Hey, I recognize this."
Skull Two turned his head. "It's one of the ornaments hanging on the Psi Chamber's wall." His eyes widened. "Do you think he could sense the true power of the sword even in its dormancy? Even through the," here Skull Two quieted.
"Even through the portal to the Psi Chamber." Skull One spoke. "There's a portal in Hogwarts, only accessible by those who can use sight."
"It was always radiating power," Dumbledore spoke, "but it meant little, like but a spark. Voldemort must know what it means, but he shouldn't be able to trace it. It is hardly more than a flash now."
Skull One looked up at Dumbledore. "You do realize that the Council will flip and instate a more permanent memory loss if you tell, right? Not even the Sword can save you if every being with Psi talent around the world locks away your knowledge."
"I understand." Dumbledore nodded. "Classes are dismissed for the rest of the day."
Skull One and Skull Two rose and in the instant the Sword of Battle disappeared from Skull One's hand, they disappeared, returning to being Ron and Justin. Ron smiled a disarming smile at Dumbledore. "See you later Professor Dumbledore."
Professor Dumbledore nodded, a twinkle in his eye. Looks like he had another destiny to look after.
Ron parted ways with Justin outside of the office, making a trip first to the Chamber of the Psi to place the Sword of Battle in its place. He then returned to the Gryffindor Common Room, with much to think about.
I can lead us into battle. I have the power, the ability. Yet I cannot kill Voldemort, for his powers can repel mine, for he can cheat death even with the sight working against him. Another thought filtered across his mind. That doesn't mean I can't help Harry. The next time someone or something comes after him, a level seven Psi will meet them.
Ron smiled as he entered the Boy's Dormitory and placed his head onto his pillow. Voldemort's followers won't know what hit them.
