Title: Prince of the Light
Author: Mysterious Phantom Shyraz
Disclaimer: Not mine, is never mine, and it won't be mind unless I've become a gazillionaire to buy up the rights of HP. However, I own the plot and the original characters in this fic. If there are parts of the plot which is similar to real life, I can assure you that it is purely coincidental. Now please sit back, relax, grab a packet of popcorn and enjoy.
A/N: I'm half sick, lying in bed and trying to figure a way to have the story in action mode. But my minds stuffed up. If there's anything that seemed wrong with it or that it sounded as though there is a 'mismatch', press the little review button at the bottom.
Ninth Night-This God-Forsaken Contraption Invented By Muggles
Out of the small, navy blue car stepped out eight people, which caused several onlookers to faint and gasp in surprise. These were dressed formally as thought they were going to a party. However, the venue looked just a bit out of place. Either that or it was the people. For they stood in front of the house, commonly known as the 'House of Horrors', in the area. One of the many people who was standing in front was about to open his mouth to speak when he suddenly realised he left the dog outside so he ran. The other remaining onlookers went away quickly as though they have their own business to take care of.
Mr and Mrs Weasley were the first to step out of the car and when they realised that there were too many muggles standing there, looking at them, on their way back from work. It was six o'clock at night in the urban district. The sun had not set completely and there was still a hint of orange in the horizon. Both the parents pulled out their wand and muttered a 'notice-me-not' spell before any more muggles gather around them. They were ready to head into the run-down mansion in front of them.
The inside of the mansion did not look as un-inviting as the outside does. In fact, it has a sense of liveliness along with the tiniest bit of tension that is hanging around the many occupants. Ron tugged on his collar trying to pry the torturous entrapment of his neck.
"You shouldn't do that" Hermoine's voice came from behind. With her cloak taken away from her by the doorman as soon as they stepped foot inside the mansion, Hermoine was only clad in a near-to-white-pale pink sleeveless dress that has a tiny flair below the waistline. Her hair worn in a bun with a few strands dangling to enhance her delicate features.
"What beastly contraptions is this? I can't believe muggles are actually used to wearing things this tight around their neck." Ron tugged on his collar more, trying to loosen the first button.
"Brother of mine, its called a 'bow-tie' and muggles wear it in formal occasions." The young Weasley daughter stepped up to her brother to adjust his collar again. Her indigo dress fluttered as she crossed the few paces between her sibling and herself. Her gloved hands adjusted the bow-tie. She recalled the catastrophical events that led up to the moments they step out of the Burrow.
Not So Long Ago, In The Living Room Of The Burrow [AN: sounds like a fairy tale doesn't it?]
"WE NEED TO WHAT?!" Ron exclaimed, sitting next to Hermoine, who looked very annoyed, on the couch.
"You don't need to yell out, I'm right next to you for Merlin's sake. Think of other's next time before you speak." Hermoine, on the contrary to many of the male occupants of the house, did not look as surprised at the idea.
"Now, its only customary to wear a¡Kum¡Kuh¡Kwhat were they called again Molly?" Being the forgetful father of the house, he turned to his wife for the answer.
"They are tuxedos and suits" Molly supplied without looking up from her knitting. Though magic knitting is nice when you need to cook the dinner but when one is sitting in front of the fire, one tends to enjoy the little things of life, like knitting.
"Isn't that a wonderful idea though? I mean dress robes doesn't really look that good on you anyway, dear brother." Ginny Weasley spoke up from sitting on the floor, with an open issue of the latest Witches Weekly on her lap. "Besides, have you seen those pictures in the dress magazines, there are just so many other outfits that looks really nice. Sometimes I think wizards should adapt to the muggle culture¡K"
"But¡Kbut where are we to find things like tuxedos and suits in 9 hours time?" Ron whined. Although he might not appreciate the idea of wearing such things, but he did not want to be a disappointment to the family, with his dad being in the ministry and all. Plus the rest of the Weasley male population did not complain, so it was best if he just shutted up.
"It's true mum." Fred informed their mother, he just heard the conversation as he was coming down the stairs from a tiring night of developing the newest 'Prankster's Gadget Kit'
"It's not as if we can pop down to the nearest robe store to buy them." George joined his brother downstairs, his eyes glint thinking when they market this product, what will happen with Hogwarts this year.
"No worries dear, we've already bought it through muggle post." Molly informed her 'worried' children. "It should be coming round about¡K"
Just then, the doorbell rang. The postman stood outside of the Burrow, looking at the little house in awe. How it could stand with extensions in the weirdest place was beyond his reasoning. And the fact that the family just ordered a big package of clothing and has the money to afford it, the postman thought is was best not to overload his own brain. He rang the doorbell twice and waited for an answer. The wait for him was not long, only a few seconds later, a plump looking women answered the door with a smile.
After signing for the package, Mrs Weasley headed to where her family and Hermoine is sitting. Deciding to open the box of 'goods' in front of the whole family. Though she had ordered large sizes to all of the suites, but there is always magic. It was after each of her boys had chosen their preferred colour and style did Mrs Weasley asked for them to wear it so that she could fix the sleeves, hems and trouser legs.
The first to step out onto the living room floor for the 'fashion show', as the twins latter dubbed it, were the twins themselves. Both were in navy blue suits with double front buttons, three per column. There was a breast pocket. On the top corner of the pocket was a small lion emblem on Fred's and a phoenix emblem on Georges, after the slight modification from Mrs Weasley to help others recognise which twin is which. Both wore their ties of golden colour, similar to the Griffindor colours, contrasting in their pristine white shirts. Their looks were complete with black leather shoes brightly shined for the occasion. With just these little clothing changes, the twins did not look as mischievous as they did just an hour or so ago.
Next was Bill, who modified the style of his suit. It used to be the same as the twins but now, instead of the normal suit jackets with a V-neck opening, it was turned into a high neck, similar to Chinese style clothing. White frame the edges of the coat and a dragon fang pin was clipped on the left breast. The coat was left opened showing a dark olive green turtle-neck underneath. With the trousers still a bit crumpled with the folded edges, Bill polished of his look with a pair of his favourite dragon hide boots. His hair is neatly tied back but Mrs Weasley still threaten to cut it.
Last to come down was Ron, with his trouser legs folded up because it was too long. The same was with his blue jacket with a single row of silver button, the sleeve had to be folded. With this, Mrs Weasley concluded the suit had to be shrunk down by a size or two. His style was similar to the twins, but instead of a 'normal' tie, he had a bow-tie, which he had no idea how to knot. So, he left it as it is, untied, for now.
The next time they changed into their respective clothing, Ron was having a hard time. He cursed and jinxed the God forsaken bow-tie and in the end, he actually managed to knot it too tight that it proved to untie it. Hermoine, in the end had to help to not only untie the bow, but hopefully teach Ron how to formally tie it. After much fuss, they were able to set off to the exhibition centre.
The Present
Ginny sighed in defeat, Ron was helpless when it comes to dressing like a muggle. Many times she had seen Ron nearly wearing a skirt out into the muggle time near by. She could still remember the time when both she and her brother were quite small (10 years of age). Being curious little children as they were, they wanted to explore the muggle town. They know that wearing robes in public would only attract attention, so they went through the wardrobe to find something to wear. Lo and behold, they found some in the attic. Ginny wore a sunflower patterned summer dress and Ron, surprisingly enough chose a dress as well. Ginny laughed at he for quite some time saying that only girls wear dresses. You'd have thought that being the older brother, he should know more about the muggle world than the sister, but it was the opposite.
Back to the present situation, Ginny found herself still quite in awe, staring at the high ceiling with the candle chandelier hanging high above. There were a few fireplaces and designated apparation area. She could see that there are a few well known magical political figures, who are not yet dead due to the past incidents, popping up every now and then. Quickly recomposing herself, for she was once again day dreaming, she walked quickly towards her family. They were ready to board the next elevator coming.
"Arthur, nearly thought you and your family couldn't make it. If that were the case, there'll be big trouble here." One of the approaching female called out towards Arthur Weasley. This person, he recognized, is the Head of the newly established International Magical Relations Department. This new department was set up only a few weeks ago, hoping to encourage better communication between magical communities over the world. This dinner party was her idea and the initiation of the establishment of the Department. Arthur was thankful that there were someone smart still left in the ministry after the horrible incident.
"Claude, I hope everything is coming together alright. It would be a waste if there is a little¡Kwhat was the muggle term? Um¡Kinsect? No, that's not it¡K" Arthur was struggling for the word.
"Glitch," Claude provided the needed answer, "I'm glad that its going along so smoothly. Most of the guests have arrived and Dumbledore even managed to gather some of the lesser known and harder to reach communities. He is so kind."
Just at then before Arthur could answer, there was a little 'ping' from the elevator. The whole Weasley clan with Hermoine in toll and Claude boarded the elevator. But this was no ordinary elevator, instead of going 'up' the building, it seemed to have sank downwards. Throughout the ride, they were able to see some 'scenery' magically created to resemble the outside view from a muggle skyscraper elevator. The ride was short and they soon came to a stop, this brought further questions in Hermoine's head. She knew that the wizarding world loved to build their facilities underground, but according to her knowledge, there are sewage pipes and things alike underneath. How the wizards were able to avoid such things brought Hermoine's mind to overtime.
Stepping out of the elevator, the Weasley clan found themselves in another grand hall. This time, there were no chandelier in the ceiling, but rather, there was a sky in the ceiling. It was similar to the one in Hogwarts, only this was more intricately designed for it did not show the average sky. Within the midst of the midnight blue sky, there were not only twinkles of brightness that symbolise the stars, but also a full moon. The stars were not just sparkles, but were also arranged in constellations and nearly all the constellations that could be seen throughout the year was found in the large ceiling.
There were many people in the area, some are the ones that Ginny noticed in the 'lift lobby', some unknown and most were wearing what seemed like costumes to Ginny. The Weasley twins were having a field day, there seemed to be a sparkle of mischievousness in their eyes and Ginny did not want to know. At the right moment, there was a voice that Ginny recognized.
"DAD!" It was Charlie who was supposed to be in Romania. He was wearing a white shirt with dragon hide vests that seemed to cling to his body, accentuating his figures. The boots matched with his vest and in his arms was a dark burgundy jacket.
"Charlie" their mum was the first one to call out, "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in Romania?"
"Well, I was invited as a representative of the Romanian Wizarding Dragon Community. They said because I work so much with the dragons there and that I seem to know more about them than any wizards alive, I should be a representative of the dragons."
"Well, whatever, the case, I'm glad to see you. Its been a long time since you last came back." Mrs Weasley hugged her child tightly.
"Mum, I dropped by just two years ago and I think I need to breath right now." His mother's grip is just too tight and was cutting off his air supply.
"Charlie, its good to see you." Mr Weasley just patted his son on the back to relieve him of the embarrassment of too much parental attention.
Now, the FULL Weasley clan gathered in the grand hall. Most of the children, with the exception of Bill and Charlie, were quite confused as to why they should be here. Not only that, they felt a bit out of place. Sure, both twins looked like Christmas came early but they still felt out of place. Mr Weasley, sensing there was something now might be the best time to warn them about their behaviour and to introduce them to the people. Afterall, they were suppose to be the representatives of the English Magical Community and he WAS England's Minister of Magic.
"Now, I want all of you to behave" Molly had beat Arthur to the start of the 'behaviour' speech. "No pranks and funny business from both of you¡K" At that instance, she looked at the twins and both gave a nod. She made sure to check their pockets and used revealing spells to see if the twins hid anything in other places. "And I don't want you running into any trouble." She looked at the rest of her children and Hermoine. She knew that they would not go look for trouble, but there seemed to be an affinity with them and trouble. Hermoine blushed, knowing full well of their reputation in Hogwarts being the Golden Trio with Harry. Ron and Ginny just nodded to assure their mother they would not deliberately try anything.
The first they sighted was a group of people wearing capes. Mr Weasley walked towards them, wanting to make sure their guests were comfortable. The rest of the Weasley clan just followed. Most of the think that it was best to wander around with the head of the house/Minister of Magic first before going off on their own to explore. At least they way, they would be in less trouble should they 'offend' anyone.
"You must be the Mr Weasley, the English Minister of Magic" a female voice called out from the group. She was dressed in what could be deemed as a black 'uniform', with a skirt and trimmed with white and a matching black cape. Her knew high boots only help to accentuate her figures and her long dark green hair. This female figure seemed no older than eighteen.
"It is so nice to be invited to England. We've been waiting to visit it a long time but never had an occasion. We didn't know how the magical world would react to us." A young girl with the age similar to Ron and Hermoine poked out her head from behind the male figure of the group. She wore similar style, with her top being a low cut and her colour is different than the two. Instead of black, her cape was in a tarnished pink colour. Her top and dress were in light brown which matched her blond coloured hair.
"Pashivica!" exclaimed the male figure. He was pleasantly surprised by having someone popping out from behind without his notice. He was known to be very observant and have great senses. But he did not notice his charge/younger sister was behind him. "Don't do THAT!"
"Sorry Bro, didn't mean to scare you!" she stuck out her tongue in a shy manner. The turned to the Weasley's "Hi! I'm Pashivica Londress from magical island of Miinds."
"Nice to meet you. Miss Londress, or should I call you Princess Londress?" Mr Weasley answered. Most of the family were surprised that this young girl could be a Princess. She did not look the part, with all the 'young-girl-perks' she's showing in the public.
"Pashivica is fine. I don't like to be called like I was royalty or anything. Besides, I'm not next to the throne, my twin brother is. He said he was sorry that he couldn't make it. I was sent here as an ambassador instead. Hope you won't mind."
"No, no. We don't mind. It's a pleasure to have people from around the world to visit us. No matter who you are. I hope that you're finding us hospitable, that your stay¡K"
At the right moment, Mr Weasley was cut off from his dialogue by Claude who was the MC for the evening.
"Um¡Ktesting, testing¡K" she started off softly, "Everyone, on behalf of the English Magical Ministry, I want to thank you for coming to this evening's dinner. We hope your stay with us is pleasant and hope that you will enjoy this evening. Dinner is ready and would all guests please proceed to the dining area."
With that, the guests moved towards the back of the hall where apparently there was a door which led to the dining area. Claude sighed after making sure the sonorous charm is not in function. After all, this is her first time stepping up onto the platform so she was bound to be a bit nervous.
In a cold, damp place somewhere on Earth
Phantom: I am sooooo sorry for the delay. I didn't mean it but Lady Luck didn't seem to like me at the moment.
Harry: Hmph. You not only made us, the cast, wait but also your loyal fans¡Kthat is a crime!
Hermoine: Yea, you should be more considerate! It's not like they can wait forever you know¡K
Phatom: Bows down really low So Sorry! I didn't mean to. Beside it wasn't my fault. You all insisted to stay in that classy buffet restaurant!
Harry: About that, you still hadn't told us why you invited us there.
Phantom: Well¡K.you see¡K.it's like¡K.um¡K..
Hermoine: Can't say anything now can you? You've got something up your sleeve and we don't like it.
Zephyr: Appearing out of no where HARRY!!! Long time no see! Where have you been? Why didn't you take me with you to Earth??
Sena: Running to catch up to Zephyr Zeph, you know you shouldn't be here without Lady Dana's permission¡K
Zephyr: But¡Kbut¡KI missed Harry!
Harry: Zephyr! Sena! What are you doing here?
Sena: We were worried. You haven't appeared for a long time¡K
Harry: Glared at Phantom I wonder who's fault it is¡K
Phantom: Laughs weakly Ha¡K.Ha¡KWanders away La De Da. La De Dum¡K
Harry&Hermoine: OI! Don't you go away yet! Phantom started to run but Harry and Hermoine follows
Zephyr: HARRY! Don't run away just yet. You still haven't told me what happened to you're story! Runs after Harry&Co.
Sena: Zephyr?! Don't run away from me!