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"But how am I going back in time? The best Time-Turner can only turn back time for three days."
"Have you forgotten what element you have just gain control?"
"Ice, Lightning, Wood, Metal, Light, Darkness, Change and...TIME!?"
"Correct, you can travel through time without the normal restrictions of a few hours or days. You can easily go back for a million years if you please. But that is beside the point. Your main task is to protect your parent from the Dark Lord. The items you will need are available at the Vault. Anyway, this is my parting word to you, be impartial. Things aren't what they seem to appear. And do not attempt to invoke the Element of Change for it answers to no one but those who truly see magic as it is. And most importantly, beware of the Fool, he can prove to be your undoing."
"Wait! What do you meant by beware of the Fool?" shouted Harry but in vain. They have disappeared. With a sudden gasp, Harry woke up. He sprung forward so fast that the Elf Healers were surprised.
"Ah...Milord, you have awakened," greeted one of the Elf Healers.
"What happened?" asked Harry as he tried to calm his confused mind.
"My Lord, you had fainted without any apparent reason. We had brought you to the Hospital Wing. We tried to find out the reason for your sudden collapse but we were unable to attain to any plausible conclusion. We were unable to wake you for the last five days..."
"How long was I unconscious?"
"Seven days, Lord Harry," said Princess Geletn as she stepped into the room. "Father had summoned the best of our Healers to heal you."
"Send my thanks to your father and call for a council immediately," said Harry as he got up from the bed. Pulling on the robe that hung by the side of the bed, Harry dressed as the elves left the room. Looking around, Harry wondered if he would be able to protect all this from destruction caused by the Dark Lord.
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Harry watched, indifference, as the various leaders of the races gathered together in the Grand Hall of Light. Soon he will be breaking the news to them, inwardly, he wondered if they will be able to keep the world from being overrun by the Dark Lord and his minions. Merlin's voice rang out, shaking Harry from his thoughts.
"Now that everyone has gathered together, we shall hear what Lord Harry has to say. Milord, if you please."
Harry stood up and addressed the various leaders.
"Greetings to all," began Harry as he gaze across the hall from the podium, "I have called fro this unexpected meeting for one reason. I will be leaving soon. I will be away one year and I will have utterly minimum contact with the present time and news."
A stunning silent greeted Harry. They say the hydrogen bomb makes no noise: there is only a blinding white flash that strikes cities dead. The noise comes only after the flash, after the silence. That is the kind of silence that blazed in the Grand Hall of Light now.
"I will be leaving the task of protecting our world to Albus Dumbledore. Is there any objection?" Harry asked mildly. Immediately, a wave of protest and shout rippled through the Hall. Harry let the babble of voice wash over him. But after hour, the noise was beginning to get on his nerve.
"Silence!" roared Harry. The vocal protest stopped immediately. "I have decided. If no, the world that we all now know as will be all but reality."
"But milord, what will happen should the Dark Lord himself strike? We will be powerless against his nearly unlimited power and his ruthlessness."
"I highly doubt that he will attack when he sensed...my absence. He wants to strike when I'm around. Anyway, use these maze formation to protect major cities in Europe," as Harry said that, he withdrew a book and threw it onto the table, "Should the Dark Lord strike; he will discover some unpleasant surprises in stored for him. These maze formations are designed to destroy enemy troops, drive them crazy or simply making them lost. Now that I have finish with begin, I shall take my leave."
With a swish of his cloak, Harry disappeared from the Grand Hall of Light, leaving the Hall in an uproar. He reappeared in the Beastiary and called out in Phoenixea, ::Dark Flare, come with me. I'm in need of your service.::
With a thrill, the phoenix flew towards Harry and landed on his shoulder. Without a word, Harry and the phoenix disappeared from the Castle of Light.
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'Diagon Alley doesn't look much different fifteen years ago,' thought Harry as he weaved his way through crowd milling around the narrow walkway. He had rent a room at the Leaky Cauldron and left Dark Flare in his room. A midnight black phoenix would be too much of a magnet for attention, especially a student during these dark times. He had left everything back at his time, except for the Sword of Gryffindor and the Orb of Light.
Looking at the list in his hand, Harry noted that the books needed was not much of a difference from the books he had used during his own time, other then the version. He slowly made his way to Flourish and Blotts. He cursed himself softly, why did he choose such a busy day to go back to his parent's school year?
"Excuse me," said Harry as he tried to make his voice sound gruffly with an accent, "Where can I purchase the books as listed here?"
The clerk looked at Harry and gave him a long, thoughtful look. Harry met his eyes defiantly. Harry knew that not many men were able to meet his eyes for long. Something about his eyes caused people to feel highly discomforted. True enough, the clerk broke his eye contact and looked aside, blinking his eyes rapidly.
"And you are?" asked the clerk.
"Harry, Harry Sleth Arrou Dora. Exchange student from the Soviet Community Magical Education Academy, here for a year exchange program with Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"Very well, Professor Dumbledore had given us a letter about your arrival. However, you are late by a week and therefore, we see the need of charging you an extra of twenty Galleons for helping you to safeguard the books," said the clerk with a slight smile on his face.
Without any word of warning, Harry drew out the Sword of Gryffindor from the sheath tied to his back and held the pointed end at the throat of the clerk. His movement, so fast and fluid, the clerk had no chance to see what happen until the cold blade of the weapon was at his Adam's apple. Harry's smile was mirthless.
"Now gentleman, a set of books hardly cost much storing space, especially to a shop run by a group of wizards who graduated from Hogwarts. The reputation far exceeds any school in the whole of Europe. Do you still wish charge me for a few Galleons over the small matter of keep my book? Or do I have help you remove your head from your shoulder?" asked Harry, his smile was cold.
A crowd had gathered together when Harry drew out his sword. A few moments later, a man walked out and rushed to the clerk.
"Now, now, gentlemen. What seems to be the problem?" asked the man.
"You are?"
"The manager of Flourish and Blotts. Now sir, would you be kind enough to put that sword away?"
"Fine, after I get an explanation. Why is there a need to collect money for being late to collect my books? I had trouble cutting through the red tapes with my Ministry and allow a Portkey to be set up. That's why I'm late," said Harry, his eyes flashed with anger. "Now what do you have to say?"
The manager threw the clerk a scathing look, clearly displaying his anger. He turned towards Harry and smiled, "Now Mr..."
"Arrou Dora," said Harry.
"Mr Arrou Dora, I must apologize for my clerk's unexpected rudeness. I'm willing to compensate you..." said the manager but Harry cut him off.
"Compensate? I'm not interested in issue of money or payment; this is a matter of moral and principle. Now sir, look, it's the time of Darkness. A Dark Lord is on the rise and your shop is trying to cheat foreigners. This will result the failure in any alliance. Now, my book if you please?"
"Here," said the manager and thrust them into the hands of Harry.
"The cost?"
"There is no need for any form of payment. It had been our mistake..."
"I insist. I will not accept any free services or goods. Tell me the price of the books?"
"Very well," said the manager as he took Harry's books and place them on the counter. Slowly he tallied the total cost of the books. As he muttered to himself, Harry noticed the crowd that had gathered outside the bookshop. He turned, his hood over his head with shadows over his features. As one the crowd gasped. Before them, stood a sinister figure with an elegant sharp sword in his hand. All of a sudden, two orbs of emerald green appeared with the shadows of the hood. The orbs appeared expressionless. His sword arm moved up and the crowd had moved back reflectively, some of the group even ran away, screaming. But Harry merely returned his sword into his sheath.
"That would be 50 Galleons, 17 Sickles and 5 Knuts, sir."
"Thank you," said Harry as he withdrew a bag of gold from his pocket. "Here, take this, there is 60 Galleons within and keep the change." with that, Harry was out of the shop. He went around and purchased what he had needed in this year at Hogwarts before he return to his room in the Leaking Cauldron. There, he packed his school trunk and casting massive protective magic within the room before he went to sleep.
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The next day...
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Harry woke up at 6 in the morning and went to Gringotts. There he saw a few goblins and he walked over to them and spoke, "Thus through time I had arrive in this place of darkness, I seek the vault of the Light."
The few goblins that heard that went pale. Immediately, they stood up and rushed to open the door that connected to the dungeons below. Without a word, Harry strolled into the labyrinth and snapped his fingers. Immediately, a cart rolled to a stop in front of Harry. He leapt into the cart and headed for the vault. Stopping by the vault, Harry stepped out and pulled out the key from within his robes. The door open after Harry slides in the key. Harry walked into the mist of the green smoke that emitted from vault.
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Later...
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Harry loitered at the platform between nine and ten, looking lost. In short acting lost. Few people gave him any lasting look although there was a phoenix perched onto his shoulder. He had casted an Invisibility spell on the bird. He looked at his watch; one retrieved from the Vault and discovered that he have half an hour left before the train leaves. Abandoned all pretext; Harry pushed the trolley straight at the wall between platform 10 and 9.
He reappeared at the magical platform 9 3/4. He heaved his trunk on to the train and begins his search for an empty compartment. Lucky, he managed to secure the last remaining compartment. He settled down and took out a cloth and polish. Damping the cloth with a charm, Harry drew out his sword and began to polish the Sword of Gryffindor.
A slight lug informed Harry that the train had started. Then all of a sudden, the door slide open and revealed a very pretty lady with flaming red hair. Immediately, Harry wandlessly casted an Illusion charm on his name and the name of the Founder on his sword. Harry noted that she have Harry's own eyes, emerald green, almond shaped. The pair of eyes widen in surprise. Harry started to count down for her to scream. Her hand went to her mouth and gasp.
"Oh my god!" she gasped.
Without a word, Harry returned his sword back to his scabbard and locked his eyes with the girl. The girl looked at his sword and stared at Harry.
"Do you know," whispered the girl as her eyes glued to the lethal blade, "that in Hogwarts, any kind of muggle weaponry is banned in Hogwarts?"
"I have been given permission, Miss...?"
"Evan, Lily Evan."
"Well, Lily, Professor Dumbledore had allowed me to carry this sword around for it will not part with me. If you don't believe in its properties, you can try it out at Hogwarts."
"And you are?"
Harry smiled, "My apologies, I haven't introduce myself. I'm Harry Sleth Arrou Dora, the exchange student from Soviet Community Magical Education Academy."
"Oh you are the Soviet student whom we are all informed about in our letter."
At that, the door slide opened and revealed...
TBC...
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Well, another chapter completed. I don't want to do the same thing that everyone had done about time travel. Anyway, I want to know your comments about this chapter. Please read and review. Many thanks to my previous reviewers! They are:
----
blah29: Thank you! *bow*
sorcerer: Sorry!
Athenakitty: Alright, alright! I surrender. You can ask all you want but I can answer only a few question with the chapter. Thanks anyway!
Nasser Himura: Thank you! But too bad, Harry isn't going to break up with Janet...
Nphipps: Thanks!
Jeni Black: Is it? *scratches head* No, Harry isn't god. There are things that he can do. By the by, history, science and geography is my strong points. Math, I total sucks.
ColdFlameX: Thanks!
Kemenran: Here you go! Enjoy!
Darkangelgep: No beta currently, still looking. I have no comments for your first question...yet. As for the element of change, I will give you an overview of the element classification.
Air, Earth, Fire and Water are the four fundamental Elements.
Ice, Metal, Wood, and Lightning are the transition Elements.
Light, Darkness, Time and Change are the four transcendental Elements.
These will be further explained in the future. ----
That's all folks!
So long,
Until next time,
Yours truly,
BloodRedSword
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"But how am I going back in time? The best Time-Turner can only turn back time for three days."
"Have you forgotten what element you have just gain control?"
"Ice, Lightning, Wood, Metal, Light, Darkness, Change and...TIME!?"
"Correct, you can travel through time without the normal restrictions of a few hours or days. You can easily go back for a million years if you please. But that is beside the point. Your main task is to protect your parent from the Dark Lord. The items you will need are available at the Vault. Anyway, this is my parting word to you, be impartial. Things aren't what they seem to appear. And do not attempt to invoke the Element of Change for it answers to no one but those who truly see magic as it is. And most importantly, beware of the Fool, he can prove to be your undoing."
"Wait! What do you meant by beware of the Fool?" shouted Harry but in vain. They have disappeared. With a sudden gasp, Harry woke up. He sprung forward so fast that the Elf Healers were surprised.
"Ah...Milord, you have awakened," greeted one of the Elf Healers.
"What happened?" asked Harry as he tried to calm his confused mind.
"My Lord, you had fainted without any apparent reason. We had brought you to the Hospital Wing. We tried to find out the reason for your sudden collapse but we were unable to attain to any plausible conclusion. We were unable to wake you for the last five days..."
"How long was I unconscious?"
"Seven days, Lord Harry," said Princess Geletn as she stepped into the room. "Father had summoned the best of our Healers to heal you."
"Send my thanks to your father and call for a council immediately," said Harry as he got up from the bed. Pulling on the robe that hung by the side of the bed, Harry dressed as the elves left the room. Looking around, Harry wondered if he would be able to protect all this from destruction caused by the Dark Lord.
--------------------
Harry watched, indifference, as the various leaders of the races gathered together in the Grand Hall of Light. Soon he will be breaking the news to them, inwardly, he wondered if they will be able to keep the world from being overrun by the Dark Lord and his minions. Merlin's voice rang out, shaking Harry from his thoughts.
"Now that everyone has gathered together, we shall hear what Lord Harry has to say. Milord, if you please."
Harry stood up and addressed the various leaders.
"Greetings to all," began Harry as he gaze across the hall from the podium, "I have called fro this unexpected meeting for one reason. I will be leaving soon. I will be away one year and I will have utterly minimum contact with the present time and news."
A stunning silent greeted Harry. They say the hydrogen bomb makes no noise: there is only a blinding white flash that strikes cities dead. The noise comes only after the flash, after the silence. That is the kind of silence that blazed in the Grand Hall of Light now.
"I will be leaving the task of protecting our world to Albus Dumbledore. Is there any objection?" Harry asked mildly. Immediately, a wave of protest and shout rippled through the Hall. Harry let the babble of voice wash over him. But after hour, the noise was beginning to get on his nerve.
"Silence!" roared Harry. The vocal protest stopped immediately. "I have decided. If no, the world that we all now know as will be all but reality."
"But milord, what will happen should the Dark Lord himself strike? We will be powerless against his nearly unlimited power and his ruthlessness."
"I highly doubt that he will attack when he sensed...my absence. He wants to strike when I'm around. Anyway, use these maze formation to protect major cities in Europe," as Harry said that, he withdrew a book and threw it onto the table, "Should the Dark Lord strike; he will discover some unpleasant surprises in stored for him. These maze formations are designed to destroy enemy troops, drive them crazy or simply making them lost. Now that I have finish with begin, I shall take my leave."
With a swish of his cloak, Harry disappeared from the Grand Hall of Light, leaving the Hall in an uproar. He reappeared in the Beastiary and called out in Phoenixea, ::Dark Flare, come with me. I'm in need of your service.::
With a thrill, the phoenix flew towards Harry and landed on his shoulder. Without a word, Harry and the phoenix disappeared from the Castle of Light.
-----------------------
'Diagon Alley doesn't look much different fifteen years ago,' thought Harry as he weaved his way through crowd milling around the narrow walkway. He had rent a room at the Leaky Cauldron and left Dark Flare in his room. A midnight black phoenix would be too much of a magnet for attention, especially a student during these dark times. He had left everything back at his time, except for the Sword of Gryffindor and the Orb of Light.
Looking at the list in his hand, Harry noted that the books needed was not much of a difference from the books he had used during his own time, other then the version. He slowly made his way to Flourish and Blotts. He cursed himself softly, why did he choose such a busy day to go back to his parent's school year?
"Excuse me," said Harry as he tried to make his voice sound gruffly with an accent, "Where can I purchase the books as listed here?"
The clerk looked at Harry and gave him a long, thoughtful look. Harry met his eyes defiantly. Harry knew that not many men were able to meet his eyes for long. Something about his eyes caused people to feel highly discomforted. True enough, the clerk broke his eye contact and looked aside, blinking his eyes rapidly.
"And you are?" asked the clerk.
"Harry, Harry Sleth Arrou Dora. Exchange student from the Soviet Community Magical Education Academy, here for a year exchange program with Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"Very well, Professor Dumbledore had given us a letter about your arrival. However, you are late by a week and therefore, we see the need of charging you an extra of twenty Galleons for helping you to safeguard the books," said the clerk with a slight smile on his face.
Without any word of warning, Harry drew out the Sword of Gryffindor from the sheath tied to his back and held the pointed end at the throat of the clerk. His movement, so fast and fluid, the clerk had no chance to see what happen until the cold blade of the weapon was at his Adam's apple. Harry's smile was mirthless.
"Now gentleman, a set of books hardly cost much storing space, especially to a shop run by a group of wizards who graduated from Hogwarts. The reputation far exceeds any school in the whole of Europe. Do you still wish charge me for a few Galleons over the small matter of keep my book? Or do I have help you remove your head from your shoulder?" asked Harry, his smile was cold.
A crowd had gathered together when Harry drew out his sword. A few moments later, a man walked out and rushed to the clerk.
"Now, now, gentlemen. What seems to be the problem?" asked the man.
"You are?"
"The manager of Flourish and Blotts. Now sir, would you be kind enough to put that sword away?"
"Fine, after I get an explanation. Why is there a need to collect money for being late to collect my books? I had trouble cutting through the red tapes with my Ministry and allow a Portkey to be set up. That's why I'm late," said Harry, his eyes flashed with anger. "Now what do you have to say?"
The manager threw the clerk a scathing look, clearly displaying his anger. He turned towards Harry and smiled, "Now Mr..."
"Arrou Dora," said Harry.
"Mr Arrou Dora, I must apologize for my clerk's unexpected rudeness. I'm willing to compensate you..." said the manager but Harry cut him off.
"Compensate? I'm not interested in issue of money or payment; this is a matter of moral and principle. Now sir, look, it's the time of Darkness. A Dark Lord is on the rise and your shop is trying to cheat foreigners. This will result the failure in any alliance. Now, my book if you please?"
"Here," said the manager and thrust them into the hands of Harry.
"The cost?"
"There is no need for any form of payment. It had been our mistake..."
"I insist. I will not accept any free services or goods. Tell me the price of the books?"
"Very well," said the manager as he took Harry's books and place them on the counter. Slowly he tallied the total cost of the books. As he muttered to himself, Harry noticed the crowd that had gathered outside the bookshop. He turned, his hood over his head with shadows over his features. As one the crowd gasped. Before them, stood a sinister figure with an elegant sharp sword in his hand. All of a sudden, two orbs of emerald green appeared with the shadows of the hood. The orbs appeared expressionless. His sword arm moved up and the crowd had moved back reflectively, some of the group even ran away, screaming. But Harry merely returned his sword into his sheath.
"That would be 50 Galleons, 17 Sickles and 5 Knuts, sir."
"Thank you," said Harry as he withdrew a bag of gold from his pocket. "Here, take this, there is 60 Galleons within and keep the change." with that, Harry was out of the shop. He went around and purchased what he had needed in this year at Hogwarts before he return to his room in the Leaking Cauldron. There, he packed his school trunk and casting massive protective magic within the room before he went to sleep.
--------------------
The next day...
--------------------
Harry woke up at 6 in the morning and went to Gringotts. There he saw a few goblins and he walked over to them and spoke, "Thus through time I had arrive in this place of darkness, I seek the vault of the Light."
The few goblins that heard that went pale. Immediately, they stood up and rushed to open the door that connected to the dungeons below. Without a word, Harry strolled into the labyrinth and snapped his fingers. Immediately, a cart rolled to a stop in front of Harry. He leapt into the cart and headed for the vault. Stopping by the vault, Harry stepped out and pulled out the key from within his robes. The door open after Harry slides in the key. Harry walked into the mist of the green smoke that emitted from vault.
---------------------
Later...
---------------------
Harry loitered at the platform between nine and ten, looking lost. In short acting lost. Few people gave him any lasting look although there was a phoenix perched onto his shoulder. He had casted an Invisibility spell on the bird. He looked at his watch; one retrieved from the Vault and discovered that he have half an hour left before the train leaves. Abandoned all pretext; Harry pushed the trolley straight at the wall between platform 10 and 9.
He reappeared at the magical platform 9 3/4. He heaved his trunk on to the train and begins his search for an empty compartment. Lucky, he managed to secure the last remaining compartment. He settled down and took out a cloth and polish. Damping the cloth with a charm, Harry drew out his sword and began to polish the Sword of Gryffindor.
A slight lug informed Harry that the train had started. Then all of a sudden, the door slide open and revealed a very pretty lady with flaming red hair. Immediately, Harry wandlessly casted an Illusion charm on his name and the name of the Founder on his sword. Harry noted that she have Harry's own eyes, emerald green, almond shaped. The pair of eyes widen in surprise. Harry started to count down for her to scream. Her hand went to her mouth and gasp.
"Oh my god!" she gasped.
Without a word, Harry returned his sword back to his scabbard and locked his eyes with the girl. The girl looked at his sword and stared at Harry.
"Do you know," whispered the girl as her eyes glued to the lethal blade, "that in Hogwarts, any kind of muggle weaponry is banned in Hogwarts?"
"I have been given permission, Miss...?"
"Evan, Lily Evan."
"Well, Lily, Professor Dumbledore had allowed me to carry this sword around for it will not part with me. If you don't believe in its properties, you can try it out at Hogwarts."
"And you are?"
Harry smiled, "My apologies, I haven't introduce myself. I'm Harry Sleth Arrou Dora, the exchange student from Soviet Community Magical Education Academy."
"Oh you are the Soviet student whom we are all informed about in our letter."
At that, the door slide opened and revealed...
TBC...
----------------------
Well, another chapter completed. I don't want to do the same thing that everyone had done about time travel. Anyway, I want to know your comments about this chapter. Please read and review. Many thanks to my previous reviewers! They are:
----
blah29: Thank you! *bow*
sorcerer: Sorry!
Athenakitty: Alright, alright! I surrender. You can ask all you want but I can answer only a few question with the chapter. Thanks anyway!
Nasser Himura: Thank you! But too bad, Harry isn't going to break up with Janet...
Nphipps: Thanks!
Jeni Black: Is it? *scratches head* No, Harry isn't god. There are things that he can do. By the by, history, science and geography is my strong points. Math, I total sucks.
ColdFlameX: Thanks!
Kemenran: Here you go! Enjoy!
Darkangelgep: No beta currently, still looking. I have no comments for your first question...yet. As for the element of change, I will give you an overview of the element classification.
Air, Earth, Fire and Water are the four fundamental Elements.
Ice, Metal, Wood, and Lightning are the transition Elements.
Light, Darkness, Time and Change are the four transcendental Elements.
These will be further explained in the future. ----
That's all folks!
So long,
Until next time,
Yours truly,
BloodRedSword
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