Coming Silence
Ch: 7
AN: Warning to all, this chapter has lots of violence, blood, and gore in
detail. You have been warned.
A crystal statue in the shape of a howling Wolfly- a wolf with wings-was immediately escorted into the room. It was placed gently in the middle of the rectangular table, placed directly in the middle of a shaft of sunlight. A huge rainbow of colors shot around the room in a spectacular display.
"Ontactc Dulzec," muttered Harry. The rainbow spirals concentrated themselves into a flat screen. The colors whirled as Harry muttered the activation charms. "Aket em ot het King." A room slowly became visible admits all the dancing colors.
Soon the colors became patterns and the patterns became the replica of a large, open thrown room. A man with the head of a bull looked up in surprise that soon became replaced with curiosity.
"Hello, King Gerol," greeted Harry cheerfully in Demonish (Harry had charmed Sirius so he could understand what everyone was saying). The King of Dulzec bowed his head in greeting.
"Good day, King Harry. To what do I owe the pleasure of this meeting? Surely you did not contact me just to say hello." The great bull smiled slightly. Harry sat down and propped his chin on his hand, smiling serenely at the other King.
"Oh, nothing much. You are right, however, I did not contact you just to exchange petty pleasantries. You see, a few of my city's are under attack and the strange thing is, all the reports sent here are saying the attackers are wearing Dulzecs' colors. Now, why would I be receiving this news?"
King Gerol immediately straightened in his chair. His nostrils flared in rage. "Warriors wearing the colors of Dulzec? I assure you, King Harry, I authorized no such outings to your borders. Dulzec has no quarries with Alenzar."
"Do you have any clues on who, if not Dulzec, would want to attack Alenzar's cities? I believe you, Gerol, when you say you have no quarrels with us but I am not willing to say that some of your people share the same views. Is there anyone who would want to fight us in your court?"
King Gerol sighed. "There is one: A group of Revolutionists have the idea that Alenzar should belong to Dulzec. They would stop at nothing to get your country back into Dulzecs' hands. If anyone would be behind this, Harry, they would. Rest assured that I will find anyone involved in this and punish them."
"Thank you, Gerol. If I find anyone alive, can my people question them?" Gerol snorted but not in amusement. Harry could tell that whoever these Revolutionists were, they had their own King worried.
"Be free to do whatever you would like to them. They are no members of my court. If this is all, King Harry, I will start on the mystery that plagues your land. Good day."
"Good day to you, too." The connection was cut off abruptly. Harry stood and motioned for Ittana and Malvorn to follow him. Over his shoulder he said, "I believe King Gerol when he said he is not behind these attacks. I will go to Lorren to try and calm the people down. Inform me if anything changes."
Down the hall they all went, Sirius and Roltac joining them as the group hurried towards one of the Jump sites. Kasha joined them moments later, carrying a bag bulging with herbs and potions. Harry had his Psychic Sword strapped to his hip in case things still weren't settled down.
The Jump site acted just like Floo powder- you jump in and say where you wanted to go- but it held more than one person. Soon they arrived outside the outskirts of Lorren. The site that met their eyes was horrible: Houses were set on fire; bodies lay slaughtered in the middle of the streets and blood ran like rivers down the stone roads. Sounds of screaming and metal on metal rang through the air.
Harry and the rest ran down the streets and soon joined the fighting. The citizens of Alenzar were caught unprepared and many only had small daggers to defend themselves with. The offenders were dressed in teal green, mounted on six legged horses and swung with long swords, hacking through the crowd. Power from both sides filled the air with an electric tingle.
Sirius pulled out his wand and immediately threw curse after curse at the warriors while Kasha decapitated one horseman as he flew on by. Ittana and Malvorn both took to the air, throwing balls of fire every way but Harry stood back, just on the fringes of the fight.
A horseman pulled his sword out of a wounded pedestrians body with a small pop. His yellow eyes fixed on Harry and he let a loud scream of triumph. He thundered across the distance separating them, crushing fellow warriors and citizens in his rush to get to the King. But Harry stood there silently, waiting and not moving one muscle. It was slightly eerie, as not one muscle twitched, the movement of his breathing the only sign that he was even alive.
Five feet separated them-then three- then two. The horseman was almost on top of Harry but still he didn't move. Just as the sword was on its downward arch, aching to feel the warm blood stored inside Harry's body, he jumped. Claws shown brilliantly in the light before slashing straight through the mans neck. The head of the warrior was severed straight from his body, the strength of the blow knocking the body from the horse.
Claws slashed left and right, Harry moving with incredible speed, faster than a moving blur. He didn't stop to think about using his magic; only the instinct to kill all those in his territory, killing his people, remained. At the site of their king joining the fray, the villagers gathered their courage, fighting back with such ferocity that the opposing warriors faltered.
That one sign of weakness shot through Harry's body and soon he was bunching his muscles beneath him, launching himself through the air. He landed with a thump on the horse of the lead warrior. Following all the lessons Kasha had taught him, Harry sunk his claws deep within the leaders neck. Warm blood oozed over his claws and down his hand. The tang of blood rent the air but Harry paid no attention to any of this. With a great pull and a sharp snap, Harry severed the spinal cord and pulled the bone and all straight out of the dead mans neck.
The warriors all turned as one to stare at the sickening site before them. With a glance at each other, they all turned and ran. Most didn't get very far as villagers pulled them off of their mounts to fall into the streets.
"DO NOT KILL THEM!" yelled Harry loudly. "KEEP THEM FOR QUESTIONING!" Harry leapt off the horse and strode towards the villagers keeping the warriors contained. Sirius and Roltac met him on the way, both glancing at Harry with a frightened look on their faces. Seeing someone you know ripping the spine out of someone will do that to you.
Harry paid no heed to this as he strode forward, wiping his hands on his clothing. Kasha held one man on the ground while Ittana and Malvorn kept the remaining seven contained with magic. Not all Demons could do Demon magic- only those whose Demon blood carried the ability. Most only had the speed, endurance, and brute strength of their ancestors.
Harry raised his wand, which he now remembered he had, and aimed it at the offending eight. "STUPEFY!" All eight slumped to the ground unconscious.
"Malvorn and Roltac, take these men to the Advisory board, tell them to question the men, using torture and truth potions only as last measures. I want to know who is the person behind this organization. If they do tell you who is behind all of this, pass on the information to King Gerol. I know he would appreciate the information."
The two sped off with the men behind them as the others scattered among the villagers, trying to help heal the wounded, burn the dead, and with some magic, repair the damage that was done. Harry reassured everyone that this was not a formal attack by Dulzec, just a terrorist group. The people seemed to reassure themselves at the site of Harry gingerly helping to heal those injured, using the potions Kasha handed him.
Soon trained physicians arrived, relieving the burden of the weary onto someone else's shoulders. Harry arriving to help his people made the belief in the Kings abilities strengthen.
"I am proud of you, Harry. What you did today speaks louder than any words ever could," said Sirius, walking up behind him. "You just gave your people the faith they need in your ability to rule. Most of them will remember what you have done and will always be loyal to you."
"Do you think what I did, killing those men, is justified?" asked Harry tiredly. No matter what he did, Harry always felt that he was letting his people down. He had no confidence in his ruling abilities and was unable to see what Sirius's sharp eyes could see- unwavering loyalty.
"Yes, I do. You helped save the lives of many and though you aren't God, you took the lives of these tyrants in place of the lives of innocents lost. I have to admit, that look in your eyes as you tore that mans throat out was frightening."
"I know. All I could feel was rage and bloodlust; they hurt my people and the only thing I wanted at that moment was revenge! It was frightening, Sirius. I hope I never feel that way again."
"So do I, love," confessed Sirius. "So do I."
Hours later, dirtied and still bloodied up, the remaining four walked back into the castle. They had spent much of the day rebuilding the homes of those destroyed and giving the Incantation of the Dead to those bodies whose souls had fled. All Harry wanted was a long shower and a peaceful sleep.
Seeing the exhausted state their king was in, the servants rushed to ready a bath and prepare Harry's night cloths. The Advisors left Harry in relative peace as they finished the reports on damages of the other cities. Harry gladly left them to their work and soon, after a bath and some food, he was able to relax in the comfort of his own bed. Warmth surrounded him as the darkness took him.
The next morning Harry woke and entered the Meeting room. He learned that the other Advisors managed to get information out of the warriors brought to them and had passed the name of the ringleader onto King Gerol. Little to no damage was done to the other cities as the villagers in these respective areas had already received news of the attack on Lorren. Lorren itself was getting back together nicely.
Harry spent the rest of the day talking with King Gerol on the renewal of the treaties set between the two countries. Both leaders felt like the time for the renewal was now. Tolmet wasn't satisfied with some of the arrangements made but wisely kept his comments to himself. News of what Harry had done had spread rapidly through the castle, making more than one person cringe in fear.
It was later in the afternoon when Sirius approached Harry.
"Harry, I have to leave now. Today was the day I was supposed to return."
Glancing up from his papers, Harry's eyes widened in surprise. "Today? But why?"
Sirius sat down next to his godson and hugged the smaller man close to his side. "I don't want to leave you, Harry, but I have too. We only scheduled my visit to last this long and I know you will have a lot on your mind. You don't need to worry about me. I promise that I will come back. I love you, Harry."
"I love you too, Sirius. I will miss you, but you do have a point. When are you going?"
"In a few hours. I wanted to tell you good-bye before I went."
Harry pulled away from his hug and got up. Motioning for Sirius to follow, Harry set of down the hall to his rooms. He immediately walked to a cabinet on the far side of the room and unlocked it. Grabbing a set of set of faded parchments, he placed them in a silk bag and handed them to Sirius.
"Give these to Severus. He'll know what to do with them." Harry placed a note on top of the bag then reached into his pocket. "In the mean time, while Severus works on those," he pointed to the silk bag, "Give this to Remus. Tell him there from me and that I miss him. I love him too, you know."
Sirius tipped the bag over and out rolled two amethyst colored round rings. They were made completely out of crystal and flashed in the light of the room.
"What are these?"
"These are for you two. Place one on your ring finger and the other on Remus's hand. They allow you two to feel each other's moods and when you are in danger. They also will help lessen the pain of Remus's transformations. I've been working on them for two years now and I do hope they will work. Think of them as engagement rings from me to you."
Sirius choked back a sob. Harry was so giving and loving, even to a man he barely knew. "Thank you, Harry. Remus will love them."
"Come on, let's get you home."
Harry watched as he let his godfather took a portal home, far away from him and going alone. It would be another two years before Sirius would ever be able to see Harry again and when he did, Harry was stronger and smarter than ever. Soon, he too, would cross that portal and back into his former home.
AN: A really long chapter that I hope someone appreciates. The next chapter will contain a time jump- its time for Harry to go back to the wizarding world. What will happen now? Will Harry find his Mate? Oh, yeah! Thanks to anyone who is reviewing and to all those who are even reading this stupid thing. I appreciate it. ~Cheers
A crystal statue in the shape of a howling Wolfly- a wolf with wings-was immediately escorted into the room. It was placed gently in the middle of the rectangular table, placed directly in the middle of a shaft of sunlight. A huge rainbow of colors shot around the room in a spectacular display.
"Ontactc Dulzec," muttered Harry. The rainbow spirals concentrated themselves into a flat screen. The colors whirled as Harry muttered the activation charms. "Aket em ot het King." A room slowly became visible admits all the dancing colors.
Soon the colors became patterns and the patterns became the replica of a large, open thrown room. A man with the head of a bull looked up in surprise that soon became replaced with curiosity.
"Hello, King Gerol," greeted Harry cheerfully in Demonish (Harry had charmed Sirius so he could understand what everyone was saying). The King of Dulzec bowed his head in greeting.
"Good day, King Harry. To what do I owe the pleasure of this meeting? Surely you did not contact me just to say hello." The great bull smiled slightly. Harry sat down and propped his chin on his hand, smiling serenely at the other King.
"Oh, nothing much. You are right, however, I did not contact you just to exchange petty pleasantries. You see, a few of my city's are under attack and the strange thing is, all the reports sent here are saying the attackers are wearing Dulzecs' colors. Now, why would I be receiving this news?"
King Gerol immediately straightened in his chair. His nostrils flared in rage. "Warriors wearing the colors of Dulzec? I assure you, King Harry, I authorized no such outings to your borders. Dulzec has no quarries with Alenzar."
"Do you have any clues on who, if not Dulzec, would want to attack Alenzar's cities? I believe you, Gerol, when you say you have no quarrels with us but I am not willing to say that some of your people share the same views. Is there anyone who would want to fight us in your court?"
King Gerol sighed. "There is one: A group of Revolutionists have the idea that Alenzar should belong to Dulzec. They would stop at nothing to get your country back into Dulzecs' hands. If anyone would be behind this, Harry, they would. Rest assured that I will find anyone involved in this and punish them."
"Thank you, Gerol. If I find anyone alive, can my people question them?" Gerol snorted but not in amusement. Harry could tell that whoever these Revolutionists were, they had their own King worried.
"Be free to do whatever you would like to them. They are no members of my court. If this is all, King Harry, I will start on the mystery that plagues your land. Good day."
"Good day to you, too." The connection was cut off abruptly. Harry stood and motioned for Ittana and Malvorn to follow him. Over his shoulder he said, "I believe King Gerol when he said he is not behind these attacks. I will go to Lorren to try and calm the people down. Inform me if anything changes."
Down the hall they all went, Sirius and Roltac joining them as the group hurried towards one of the Jump sites. Kasha joined them moments later, carrying a bag bulging with herbs and potions. Harry had his Psychic Sword strapped to his hip in case things still weren't settled down.
The Jump site acted just like Floo powder- you jump in and say where you wanted to go- but it held more than one person. Soon they arrived outside the outskirts of Lorren. The site that met their eyes was horrible: Houses were set on fire; bodies lay slaughtered in the middle of the streets and blood ran like rivers down the stone roads. Sounds of screaming and metal on metal rang through the air.
Harry and the rest ran down the streets and soon joined the fighting. The citizens of Alenzar were caught unprepared and many only had small daggers to defend themselves with. The offenders were dressed in teal green, mounted on six legged horses and swung with long swords, hacking through the crowd. Power from both sides filled the air with an electric tingle.
Sirius pulled out his wand and immediately threw curse after curse at the warriors while Kasha decapitated one horseman as he flew on by. Ittana and Malvorn both took to the air, throwing balls of fire every way but Harry stood back, just on the fringes of the fight.
A horseman pulled his sword out of a wounded pedestrians body with a small pop. His yellow eyes fixed on Harry and he let a loud scream of triumph. He thundered across the distance separating them, crushing fellow warriors and citizens in his rush to get to the King. But Harry stood there silently, waiting and not moving one muscle. It was slightly eerie, as not one muscle twitched, the movement of his breathing the only sign that he was even alive.
Five feet separated them-then three- then two. The horseman was almost on top of Harry but still he didn't move. Just as the sword was on its downward arch, aching to feel the warm blood stored inside Harry's body, he jumped. Claws shown brilliantly in the light before slashing straight through the mans neck. The head of the warrior was severed straight from his body, the strength of the blow knocking the body from the horse.
Claws slashed left and right, Harry moving with incredible speed, faster than a moving blur. He didn't stop to think about using his magic; only the instinct to kill all those in his territory, killing his people, remained. At the site of their king joining the fray, the villagers gathered their courage, fighting back with such ferocity that the opposing warriors faltered.
That one sign of weakness shot through Harry's body and soon he was bunching his muscles beneath him, launching himself through the air. He landed with a thump on the horse of the lead warrior. Following all the lessons Kasha had taught him, Harry sunk his claws deep within the leaders neck. Warm blood oozed over his claws and down his hand. The tang of blood rent the air but Harry paid no attention to any of this. With a great pull and a sharp snap, Harry severed the spinal cord and pulled the bone and all straight out of the dead mans neck.
The warriors all turned as one to stare at the sickening site before them. With a glance at each other, they all turned and ran. Most didn't get very far as villagers pulled them off of their mounts to fall into the streets.
"DO NOT KILL THEM!" yelled Harry loudly. "KEEP THEM FOR QUESTIONING!" Harry leapt off the horse and strode towards the villagers keeping the warriors contained. Sirius and Roltac met him on the way, both glancing at Harry with a frightened look on their faces. Seeing someone you know ripping the spine out of someone will do that to you.
Harry paid no heed to this as he strode forward, wiping his hands on his clothing. Kasha held one man on the ground while Ittana and Malvorn kept the remaining seven contained with magic. Not all Demons could do Demon magic- only those whose Demon blood carried the ability. Most only had the speed, endurance, and brute strength of their ancestors.
Harry raised his wand, which he now remembered he had, and aimed it at the offending eight. "STUPEFY!" All eight slumped to the ground unconscious.
"Malvorn and Roltac, take these men to the Advisory board, tell them to question the men, using torture and truth potions only as last measures. I want to know who is the person behind this organization. If they do tell you who is behind all of this, pass on the information to King Gerol. I know he would appreciate the information."
The two sped off with the men behind them as the others scattered among the villagers, trying to help heal the wounded, burn the dead, and with some magic, repair the damage that was done. Harry reassured everyone that this was not a formal attack by Dulzec, just a terrorist group. The people seemed to reassure themselves at the site of Harry gingerly helping to heal those injured, using the potions Kasha handed him.
Soon trained physicians arrived, relieving the burden of the weary onto someone else's shoulders. Harry arriving to help his people made the belief in the Kings abilities strengthen.
"I am proud of you, Harry. What you did today speaks louder than any words ever could," said Sirius, walking up behind him. "You just gave your people the faith they need in your ability to rule. Most of them will remember what you have done and will always be loyal to you."
"Do you think what I did, killing those men, is justified?" asked Harry tiredly. No matter what he did, Harry always felt that he was letting his people down. He had no confidence in his ruling abilities and was unable to see what Sirius's sharp eyes could see- unwavering loyalty.
"Yes, I do. You helped save the lives of many and though you aren't God, you took the lives of these tyrants in place of the lives of innocents lost. I have to admit, that look in your eyes as you tore that mans throat out was frightening."
"I know. All I could feel was rage and bloodlust; they hurt my people and the only thing I wanted at that moment was revenge! It was frightening, Sirius. I hope I never feel that way again."
"So do I, love," confessed Sirius. "So do I."
Hours later, dirtied and still bloodied up, the remaining four walked back into the castle. They had spent much of the day rebuilding the homes of those destroyed and giving the Incantation of the Dead to those bodies whose souls had fled. All Harry wanted was a long shower and a peaceful sleep.
Seeing the exhausted state their king was in, the servants rushed to ready a bath and prepare Harry's night cloths. The Advisors left Harry in relative peace as they finished the reports on damages of the other cities. Harry gladly left them to their work and soon, after a bath and some food, he was able to relax in the comfort of his own bed. Warmth surrounded him as the darkness took him.
The next morning Harry woke and entered the Meeting room. He learned that the other Advisors managed to get information out of the warriors brought to them and had passed the name of the ringleader onto King Gerol. Little to no damage was done to the other cities as the villagers in these respective areas had already received news of the attack on Lorren. Lorren itself was getting back together nicely.
Harry spent the rest of the day talking with King Gerol on the renewal of the treaties set between the two countries. Both leaders felt like the time for the renewal was now. Tolmet wasn't satisfied with some of the arrangements made but wisely kept his comments to himself. News of what Harry had done had spread rapidly through the castle, making more than one person cringe in fear.
It was later in the afternoon when Sirius approached Harry.
"Harry, I have to leave now. Today was the day I was supposed to return."
Glancing up from his papers, Harry's eyes widened in surprise. "Today? But why?"
Sirius sat down next to his godson and hugged the smaller man close to his side. "I don't want to leave you, Harry, but I have too. We only scheduled my visit to last this long and I know you will have a lot on your mind. You don't need to worry about me. I promise that I will come back. I love you, Harry."
"I love you too, Sirius. I will miss you, but you do have a point. When are you going?"
"In a few hours. I wanted to tell you good-bye before I went."
Harry pulled away from his hug and got up. Motioning for Sirius to follow, Harry set of down the hall to his rooms. He immediately walked to a cabinet on the far side of the room and unlocked it. Grabbing a set of set of faded parchments, he placed them in a silk bag and handed them to Sirius.
"Give these to Severus. He'll know what to do with them." Harry placed a note on top of the bag then reached into his pocket. "In the mean time, while Severus works on those," he pointed to the silk bag, "Give this to Remus. Tell him there from me and that I miss him. I love him too, you know."
Sirius tipped the bag over and out rolled two amethyst colored round rings. They were made completely out of crystal and flashed in the light of the room.
"What are these?"
"These are for you two. Place one on your ring finger and the other on Remus's hand. They allow you two to feel each other's moods and when you are in danger. They also will help lessen the pain of Remus's transformations. I've been working on them for two years now and I do hope they will work. Think of them as engagement rings from me to you."
Sirius choked back a sob. Harry was so giving and loving, even to a man he barely knew. "Thank you, Harry. Remus will love them."
"Come on, let's get you home."
Harry watched as he let his godfather took a portal home, far away from him and going alone. It would be another two years before Sirius would ever be able to see Harry again and when he did, Harry was stronger and smarter than ever. Soon, he too, would cross that portal and back into his former home.
AN: A really long chapter that I hope someone appreciates. The next chapter will contain a time jump- its time for Harry to go back to the wizarding world. What will happen now? Will Harry find his Mate? Oh, yeah! Thanks to anyone who is reviewing and to all those who are even reading this stupid thing. I appreciate it. ~Cheers