Shitza: I know many of you are asking why this story has to be so dark. Well, I am really sorry for that too and for announcing it, but as the heirs have gotten strong so have their enemies. I don't think I'll make it much worse then last chapter, going darker since this is PG-13. Yet after all this, I think I won't drive them too hard again, that often unless I really get one of those brainstorms.
Yet don't trust me by a hundred per cent. I don't know hoe the future turns out, not at least for the next chapters. Have to say I haven't planned anything yet, the story always come to me while I'm typing it down. Oh, don't worry, I usually have to sit by the computer in order to receive the words I'm writing. I have a really broad imagination as you might have guessed.
Anyways, hope you like this chapter more then last one. Getting a bit lighter again, but I can't promise anything. Not going to ruin the fun for you. You have to read it!
Also, the legend written below is just something I made up to make you all understand this chapter. I told you this turned to fantasy, and then I decided to make another turn in it. It is also connected to the Prophecy, so that you know and don't think I've started to become mad or something.
Won't keep you to my "little" foreword, now on with the story!
Shitza
Ps: This is extremely long! Enjoy!
Chapter 16 In Love and Hate
---- The Legend of the Light----
Long ago there was nothing except Light and Darkness. These two were opposite parts of a glorious power called magic, yet by being so different they never got really close. Indeed the Light often tried to get close to her brother, the Darkness. Yet every time Darkness drew her of. Light always saw the beauty, the friendship and the love. Darkness still was buried in the dark thoughts of hate and despair.
In one of the two sides greatest battles the balance of this lonely world was corrupted, and from their spirits it formed a globe and a universe. This globe was the light centre of life were in the future would bloom. Darkness lay under it, waiting for revenge.
Long did the Darkness wait and by doing so its thought grew darker then ever. On the Light's landscapes she formed with all her strength a shield to protect her lives from the cold life deep down. Yet even if she did, darkness came and she was driven back. Once again she had to fight her brother, who wouldn't listen to her words. In the end, with a last forge of efforts she managed to trap him down in his kingdoms. There he soon died himself, but not before swearing on revenge. His words reached her, like a stab of the knife.
Weak she returned to her own world and there she died, at the shores of a great ocean. Yet before dying she swore an oath, of returning in a newborn forms in a pure soul, in a brave heart, in a clever mind and a loyal shield. She would once again fight in an innocent life and a heart that had corrupted darkness. A Prophecy would guide her and the stars would help. Then she died.
It is said, that when magic fully grew, it showed time was nearing. This tale is since long forgotten, but still the wind and stones remember. Remember...
---- End of the Legend ----
It was a gloomy pack of heirs that returned to the castle entrance. All of them had seen what had happened and they all hated it. They gave each other a quick report. Draco told them about the twisted life in the castle. Cassandra told them about the dangers in the Muggle village she had visited. Neville told them everything about what Moaning Myrtle had told him. Harry and Ron too spoke about their own destinations. Hermione too said what she knew, and six heads bent down. The little girl Draco had brought sat on a stone, playing with a butterfly. She didn't hear their conversation but she guessed, or knew something was up and she ran over to them. When she arrived she looked questioning on them. Cassandra broke and hugged the little girl friendly, crying silently by her shoulder.
"Well, we better get moving." Draco said "I suggest we start cleaning the castle, then split up to on the lake, the forest and the Muggle village. I suggest Hermione and Cassandra take the Muggle village. Neville and me take the lake, Ron and Harry clean out that forest. Well meet down the village. There I seriously want to make some damage."
Hermione stumbled back in shock. "Since when did you get so hateful?"
"He doesn't mean that, Hermione" Neville said calmly. "He means it's time to take action, to show our strength once more. To do our duty as Heirs and as the most powerful Light soldiers. I hate to admit it, I think we were born for this, that fate relied this on our shoulder."
"Well, they really choose the wrong person." Harry said sighing. He really hated this. "all I ever asked for was to be normal. If I was born for this, couldn't they at least let me be born as a normal wizard. I hate being who I am. I have so much to live up to."
"This is really a war between love and hate" Hermione said looking down towards the ground. "We fight for the ones we love, the ones we trust. We fight to save the light that created us. We fight against Darkness, against hate."
How do you know these things?" Ron asked and scratched his ear. "This all sounds like rubbish to me.
"Then listen to what the fire has to tell you, because the Earth has already told me. Come, we are wasting time."
With that the proud heir of Hufflepuff turned towards the castle. The others shook their heads still looking stunned by his words. They never had heard Neville speak so dreamingly, not even while he had been locked up telling them what the future had to tell. They hesitated before following him into the entrance Hall. He had his wand pointed at some students recognised as the pranksters. Blaze, Colin and Dennis were all busy activating some falling dungbombs. He put them into an enchanted sleep before daring to put his hand on their fore heads. His hand glowed in a kind of beige yellowish light. When he removed it the pranksters once again awoke, looking around stupidly.
He walked back to them. "It's pretty easy." He told them happily. "All you have to do is to use your elemental healing magic. I know it sounds weird but it's the only way to warm them."
The other heirs nodded and headed for different directions. They were practically firing Sleeping Charms as they went from corridor to corridor and room to room. Students and teachers fell down and quickly they were healed. Everyone was confused as she or he woke up. What had happened? They weren't in the same place they remembered.
The heirs proceeded towards the Common rooms and Teachers' Offices. Hermione also passed the ghost and did the same thing, with her water abilities awakening them from their long sleep. She was shocked when they just continued their conversation about the upcoming darkness. 'Ghosts' she thought sighing before clearly telling them that they were just about to clear away all that darkness.
Harry went to help the Caretaker and his cat. Indeed he and Mrs Norris were right in the middle of a catfight when he finally found them, locked up in a magical trunk. He waited, enjoying the sight before putting them to sleep and healing them. Yet, when they awoke he hadn't thought of the usual caretakers behaviour in weird situations. He cursed silently, as filch red with fury awoke and started screaming all kind of insults. He must have ordered around fifty detentions, a hundred expels and screamed as minor, at least a thousand different curses before Harry once again managed to put him to sleep. The heir of Merlin quickly fled promising himself that next time someone else would have to do that.
Neville, the healer himself proceeded straight towards the Headmaster's Office. Indeed Hermione had been correct when she had told them that the old man was dying. You could see that, his harsh breath and his pale skin. But Neville knew that most of this was made by the darkness itself. The headmaster grew weaker by the darkness surrounding him. Neville put his hand on the old man's forehead. His pal glowed yellow as he made contact. The old headmaster's breaths became calmer and his colour returned slowly. Dumbledore opened his eyes, feeling dizzy and confused.
"Don't worry Professor Dumbledore. You'll be just fine after some rest. The heirs and me wont say a word about this."
Ron had some difficulty downstairs, as he had followed Draco to help him sort out the Slytherin common room. Indeed, as soon as the Slytherins saw the Gryffindor they screamed horrified. The same thing happened to Draco, later in the Gryffindor common room.
After two painful and exhausting hours the heirs could return outside, now that the school was back.
"It's lunchtime" Ron complained. "And still we haven't gotten anything to eat."
"Stop complaining Ron!" Cassandra said sighing. "We are just as hungry as you!"
The Gryffindor groaned. Over the entrance the Harry and Hermione were explaining the situation for Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout. They both nodded in agreement, to whatever they had told them.
"What did you say?" Ron asked.
"They must have told them to have the funerals ready." Cassandra said before either Harry or Hermione had time to answer.
Ron fell from the rock he had been sitting on. Everyone laughed, particularly Malfoy.
"You are really thick sometimes Ron" Cassandra said insultingly. "Of course they didn't!"
"How would I know that?" he complained stroking a small bump he had received from hitting his head on the ground.
"It is really a miracle that wizard was born as an heir. Honestly Gryffindor, brain isn't your way of action."
"Well neither is yours, Slytherin!"
The others sighed, no one even bothered telling them of unless they really wanted to die. Jumping into one of Ron and Draco's fights were like jumping into one of the most twisted battles in the world. As the heirs had different skills, so they knew a lot of different magic's and in this case the two of them would not use wands to express it.
Yet somehow, it still was a mystery Cassandra interfered and levitated them to the air, stopping all kinds of hatred thoughts. The two boys complained a lot, but she didn't put them down.
"We don't have time," she told them. "Fight, that you can do later. Right now I want to settle this down before further catfights. Come on, are you six year olds or are you heirs?"
Now she dropped them, making them land with two soft dumps.
As Draco had suggested the six of them split up, going for different directions. The girl Draco had found was taken care of by Argus Filch and the young woman lay in the Hospital Wing. They really felt bad for the girl, what a nightmare she would have.
Draco and Neville headed down for the lake, this time it was Draco who put the Agua Lung charm on them, to make it more permanent. Cassandra took Hermione on the back while flying. Poor Hermione hated being n the heir, and had to restrain her urge to dig her claws into Cassandra's back. Harry and Ron transformed into their animagi forms and they would hold their communications telepathically. Ron ran on the ground while Harry checked everything from above. Yet their only difficulties were that Harry's form was much faster then Ron's.
---Following the Eagle and Cat---
Hermione felt sick when they finally landed. Cassandra massaged her neck, during landing Hermione indeed had buried her claws into Cassandra's back. As a result the Ravenclaw had now some deep cuts. At least she hadn't started to scratch her in panic.
Hermione apologised over and over again as they walked in towards the village. Indeed it was deserted still, and there was no knowing when the villagers might return. They would have to work fast in order to take down the forest before. Cassandra knew that her hurricane had done some damage, yet the trees had created the most of it. What a couple of firewood. They had rooted themselves all over the place, and they seemed to suck life from the ground. The two girls felt like they now watched Devils Snare, yet that little plant at least didn't suck life, it just squeezed life out from you.
Hermione and Cassandra had no idea of where to start. Cassandra wished she could have gotten Ron with her instead. His firepower would easily toast these things, yet water. Wouldn't it just help them grow stronger.
The two girls sat down on the only real tree free spot they could find. Cassandra was thinking frantically, Hermione kept mumbling to herself. They both had options but all of them would end in disasters. Both of them were thinkers, so it all came natural to them to use their brains before taking action. Yet none of them noticed the tricky little branch that slowly grew to reach them. To late Cassandra saw it as it grabbed her arm. Even slower it caught her around the waist. Cassandra tried to struggle, but it was like fighting against the impossible.
Hermione hesitated, snapping out from her thoughts as she saw that Cassandra had gotten into deep trouble. She didn't know what to do, too late she also realised that a third branch had sneaked its way down to her pocket, grabbing her wand. The branches, which had attacked Cassandra looked like they were enjoying themselves as the got an even firmer and firmer grip around.
Hermione tried different spells, wandless. Yet everything she did failed, the branches were to thick, to strong to resist her magic. Yet somehow, she didn't know why, they hadn't attacked her. All they did was to go after Cassandra. She wondered...
To Cassandra's great surprise and fear she saw as Hermione created a large wave from her palm. Had that girl gone nuts, that's exactly what they said was the worst she could do.
She didn't know how wrong she had been.
Water stood for purity, something all darkness missed. Purity also rinsed darkness from your minds, and as it was darkness that had poisoned the trees, so water was its greatest fear. It feared neither wind nor earth nor fire. Wind was nothing, earth it corrupted, fire could easily be put out. Yet water, water cleaned its evil darkness away.
The branches loosened their firm hold of the heir, Cassandra fell to the ground, panting. It felt like half of her ribs must have cracked during it and she could swear she must have gotten at least six inches thinner then before.
Hermione gave her a helping hand to her feet. The Ravenclaw panted but smiled. They both knew, the weakness.
As a last effort, to clean the darkness away Hermione emptied a nearby lake and let a giant wave flood towards the village. Cassandra helped by levitating her into the air, so neither of them would drown while doing it. The minutes went, the trees destroyed a roof and some walls. The wave came, like a giant tsunami. Cassandra could swear she could hear the darkness scream of pain as the glittering water emerged, showing of all darkness until nothing remained except the pure light, which had lived there. Now, for Hermione and Cassandra's part, they would just need to clean out the village before the villagers appeared. Slowly they rebuilt it, making it look like new.
It was a reward when the villagers returned. All of them stared at their village, not believing their eyes. How could it still stand, hadn't the hurricane wiped it of? Cassandra and Hermione gave each other a broad smile knowing this would remain as one of the Muggles mysterious memories. One of the few, answers never came.
Smiling the once again transformed to their Animagi forms, yet this time Cassandra carried Hermione with her talons, instead of on her back.
---Following the Snake and Badger---
Draco helped Neville with the Agua Lung before the both of them dived in. Cold water met them as they slowly reach the bottom. There, no their way they once me t Moaning Myrtle, who asked them if it was safe to return to the castle. They both nodded. The ghost thanked them before floating away towards the surface and once again she warned them for the Grindylows and Merpeople.
They swam in silence, knowing they were watched. Yet they continued, continued deeper and deeper down., deeper and deeper down until they came to the Mer-City. Yet only by swimming there they knew, indeed darkness must have reached them. Yet from what they could see, the city was empty.
Yet outside it, only a hundred yard away they could see the reason. They saw now that only half of the city must have been affected for it was war, war between two big groups of Mermen. Draco and Neville witnessed now the fiercest battle in the History of the Waters.
In anger, or for his deepest inner thoughts Draco created a solid water barrier between them. He had no idea of how he had done it, he just knew he didn't want this to continue. The mermen, especially the ones who had started to attack scratched and tore to get through. The other ones, who still were in their senses broke into a wailing hurray, which made cold run through the heirs spines.
But it didn't stop there, because unknowingly a merman who hadn't fought crept up at them, from behind. He bound them with thick seaweed ropes and dragged them towards the village. The barrier broke and to the heirs' great shock, the dark affected mermen captured their friends and put them in small cages, which they hung in what looked a square. The mermen in the cages wailed and cried, which made Neville and Draco's blood freeze to ice. Yet they didn't know anything about how to help them. They tried to do magic, but because of their location, this deep down, they found out they were unable for any kind of wandless magic and their wands lay out of reach, in their pockets.
Draco and Neville tried desperately for Elemental magic, which worked to their relief, yet the two of them were to tired for to cut themselves out from their ropes. They were put in a cage and two mermen stood outside guarding them.
Yet from a corner, a merwoman swam over, silently, towards them. She was carrying what looked like a small knife- Light had to be with them, as she must supposedly be the only mermaid that hadn't been captured. She spoke and for some reason they seemed for that short time be able to understand each other. Draco and Neville learnt that her name was Inga, and that she had seen the two fight for them. She was very grateful to what they had done towards her and her people. Draco and Neville tried to tell her their names. She looked puzzled at them, they knew she didn't understand them.
She cut their ropes carefully and then swum back. Neville opened their lock and the two of them overrun the guards before anyone knew that they had indeed escaped. Draco and Neville both send their thanks telepathically to her.
Neville and Draco swam away a bit so that they wouldn't' be disturbed. During sitting in that cage, Neville had received one of his ideas, by healing them all. They knew that attacking them one by one was furthermore useless and therefore they had decided to use their abilities of Healing Elements. They would start with it as a small wind, which would spread like a storm which meant they also probably wouldn't need to use too much of their strength. They only kept muttering on 'why haven't we thought of this before'.
Like a magical aura it grew, pure magic of water and earth, which spread through the streets to the corners. The mermen stopped in their movements and fell into some kind of trance. Once the magic had disappeared they awoke, having returned from the nightmare. Neville smiled as he saw how the mermen freed their friends and started to rebuild the damage been made.
But Draco left, his mind was split. He knew he was what he was, but this time... Seeing the mermen fight had awoken him what kind of man he had been born to become. He remembered what his father had told him, about purity and magic. He felt confused once more, didn't know what to believe in. his whole past lay shattered before him and he knew more would shatter as he went on. He also began doubting, doubting on... pretty much his life.
Sighing he swam back towards the surface. From their he made his way towards the friendly oak to wait, wait for the others and a future he wasn't so sure he dared to meet.
Under the surface, Neville too swam back, he wondered why Light and Dark had to affect Draco as it did.
---Following the Lion and Phoenix---
Surely both the heirs saw what happened to the forest. Ron felt uneasy as he once more entered, remembering the spiders. He had told Harry to be extra alert if he saw anything move, especially since he also guessed there was more to see. He had met vampires and also Grawp and Hagrid. Poor Hagrid had almost gone to become a giant again. He hoped they would be able to help them before it might be too late. He certainly hated seeing Hagrid as that.
He wondered if he should have warned Harry. After all Hagrid was one of Harry's closest friends at Hogwarts. He thought of telepathic message, knowing it would be best so that it wouldn't be such a great shock.
Yet it was too late, because he saw Harry diving towards the trees. He ran faster, trying to catch up, but that Phoenix was to fast he never managed to before...
Harry indeed heard something strange coming from the forest and he flew down to see what it was. In his words he could have said flew, but for others he dived. He didn't stop flying before he came down to the ground, and what he saw shocked him more then anything.
It was Hagrid, and still not the Hagrid he had learnt to know. The Gamekeepers cloths were torn and bloodstained from some poor animal. He was tearing down trees and roaring angrily. Heart broken Harry flew back, away from the forest.
Ron saw him fly back from the ground, and he hurried after. A few minutes later he arrived and saw Harry on the ground, crying. Ron transformed back to himself and ran over to him. He patted his friend on the back, friendly, but didn't know exactly what to say.
"I can't take this anymore Ron." Harry said. Ron nodded knowingly, he knew why. "So much has happened that doesn't need to happen. All because of those stupid Prophecies, and me I really wish I was dead sometimes, then none of this might have happened. The world supposedly would be better of without me."
Ron's eyes widened from hearing this, but still he couldn't say anything. Harry continued.
"My parents died because of me, Sirius died because of me. I've driven my friends in danger so many times I can feel the guilty blood on my fingers. I don't even care if Voldemort takes this world, he can take it, I'm so tired of all this."
Ron started laughing softly. "Harry, stop that. You wouldn't even lie there if you didn't care. You care so much for your friends you would never be able to abandon them. Please, I know you. And you aren't guilty of anything. In fact even if you have seriously tried to tell us of we haven't listened. Your friends will follow you to the end of the world if that's necessary. Also Sirius died because he couldn't stand sitting home waiting for you to be rescued. You know, it's the same thing any of my parents would do for me or I'll do for them. Love is such a deep thing to understand."
Harry looked up at his best friend. First he looked confused, but then he smiled.
"You're right Ron, thanks."
"I'm always right, what took you such a long time to understand that. Besides darkness makes anyone weird so lets go in their and kick the darkness out of there. I for certainly wouldn't mind kicking some spiders. I still have some things to say them for tying me up in that net."
Harry laughed. The two of them made their way back, only this time they knew what awaited them.
Later, much deeper into the forest, after what must have been a dozen of scratches, bruises, bumps etcetera they reached the Acromantula nests. Ron lit a fire in his palm to give out their direction, they knew these spiders hated fire.
Soon they heard them come, like an army of angry clicks. A scatter of spiders surrounded them, Ron felt uneasy but at least he wasn't alone.
"We are here to speak with your master Aragog." Harry declared. The spiders moved, marking a path they could walk, yet the two heirs knew they were hungry and mean. Acid green poison seeped from their pincers.
Aragog looked more tired, then last time Ron had met him, he guessed that spider was starting to get pretty old. Harry never thought of Aragog as old, he had at least thought he could get a hundred years old, thinking of how magical he was. Yet darkness affected everything and this was especially not an exception. Ron also thought it as strange, meaning that he thought these creatures were kind of dark.
"What do you want?" Aragog said tired.
"We want you to listen, oh mighty lord of Spiders. We want you back to our side."
"Your side, why really. I don't belong in any side."
The old spiders eyes still glowed red, but not as intense as before. It looked like it was slowly leaving him.
"Darkness have claimed your soul and flesh, soon it will kill you. You weren't created for this purpose and by being one of the higher magical creatures it affects you differently then for being a wizard, merman or ghost. Aragog, you need to remember yourself."
"Myself, is there anything myself. I only live for eating and hunting. Don't anger me or I'll might as well eat you."
Ron flinched at these words. The spiders moved nearer. He thought of burn them away.
"No Ron, don't! I don't want them to hurt you. You are too much of a friend of mine but I need to know some things."
"Like what?" Ron asked.
"Like why the storm awoke now, it's been a while since our last fight with Voldemort. If darkness has corrupted Aragog's mind we might as well ask him, he's too weak to attack us now."
Ron sighed. His fear of spiders had purely turned to hate, he knew that. He didn't fear them like before, he hated them. Harry was right, they needed to know.
"Who created you, Darkness?!" Harry asked. The spiders backed. A slightly smaller Acromantula, they guessed it most have been Mosag, walked up to them.
"That is none of your concern, Merlin. You may be the replica of my dead sister but still you should learn not to dig your own grave."
"I guess we don't have much of a choice Ron, heat things up a bit." He smiled at his redheaded friend. "Aim at this" he said as a small whirlwind suddenly came from his hand. Ron shot a fireball at it. Fire and wind connected creating a spin fire, which drew over the spiders like the Death Angel herself. It didn't stop until it reached Aragog. The old spider stared at it, fear taking over. His wife Mosag lay unconscious by his side.
"Now tell us, where were you born Darkness. What were you born from?"
But Aragog didn't answer anymore, because the darkness had reached his hard, and slowly taken his life. Harry sighed, Ron couldn't actually believe he felt sad for them. He lit two huge fires, one for the old spider and one for his wife. The smoke rose to the heaven, where both of them hoped they would meet again.
With the spiders gone, Harry and Ron noticed on their way back some changes in the forest. It didn't seem that dark anymore and the animals were slowly returning. They saw a herd of Unicorns and even spotted a Snidget in the trees. They also saw Grawp, whose eyes weren't red anymore and he was laughing. They made their way towards Hagrid's cabin. There was smoke coming from the chimney, and when they looked through one of the windows they saw him drinking tea and reading the Prophet. The Prophet looked extremely small in his hands.
Yet before heading towards the castle Ron looked back at the forest, were he saw ten Vampires bowing for him. They were all standing in the shadows, but Ron knew he had made some unusual allies. He nodded back before hurrying after Harry back to the castle.
The six teens once again sat outside the entrance discussing what had happened. Draco, Harry noticed, didn't look so involved in the resent conversations.
"Draco, may I speak with you. Over by the oak perhaps." Harry said breaking the conversation. The Slytherin looked puzzled at him.
"Sure" Draco said sighing. Hermione made an urge to follow, but Ron and Cassandra held her back.
"I think it's best if we don't help out." Cassandra whispered in her ear. Hermione sighed.
Draco didn't say anything on their way towards the old fine tree, but as soon as they had reached there he put a hand on the thick bark. He sighed once more.
"What is it you are so worried about, Draco?" Harry asked.
The Slytherin looked like he was examining the slits, but soon he turned.
"I am not sure if I am worthy of carrying the title heir." He answered.
Harry walked closer. "Have you ever killed anyone? Tortured for fun? Lied to your best friends? If not you are worthy."
The heir of Merlin walked past him. He knew Draco had done much in his past, having experienced a great deal of it.
"Theirs is really only one person in this world who doesn't deserve his title, and we all know who it is. His ancestor may have been Salazar's favourite daughter but I know Salazar regrets it now, in death. We don't choose on what we are born for, we just have to learn to accept it. I know it's hard, I too blame myself for so much, but know this Draco, and you are more then what you are born for. You once believed you were born as a Malfoy, a Muggleborn hater. Now you are not so sure, you love a Muggleborn, you have received a new title, higher then your last. People look both up and down at you. I know you are confused, everyone of us are, well except for Cassandra. I guess she was the only one who really knew."
Draco stared down at the ground and closed his eyes. Harry silently walked back to the others. When Draco opened his eyes again he saw Harry over by the others. Smiling he now understood and he greeted his future more openly then ever before.
It was a joyful welcome he received when he walked up to the others. Together they swore to do this together, as a team, as heirs but most importantly, as allies, as friends.
---Merlin's Star---
They arrived at Hogsmeade an hour later, having ran there in their Animagi forms. Harry was the first to arrive yet he waited for the others. Next came Cassandra, then Hermione, Ron, Draco and lastly Neville. Poor Neville fell exhausted down as badgers weren't supposedly built for speed. Cats could run, Draco moved rather quickly for being a serpent, Cassandra and Harry flew. Neville really felt outnumbered.
For the other heirs, who hadn't witnessed the disaster, arriving in the village felt like a shock. Harry saw that all darkness they had met supposedly had settled itself in the village. Harry closed his eyes, when he opened them he saw it again. Hate, despair and darkness. It was all emptiness.
They split up, going pairs. Hermione and Draco took one part, Cassandra and Ron took another. Neville and Harry went towards the station. They didn't know exactly what they were looking for.
They kept telepathic contact, reporting if they saw something strange. To their big surprise not even their Elemental healing could help the villagers. Harry began doubting this was a natural storm at all, however natural these storms were.
'Harry, Ron, Cassandra, Neville, come quick' he heard Hermione shout in his head. Both he and Neville hurried away towards Honeydukes were Draco and Hermione stood guarding.
"Look at this" she said pointing at a black diamond in the shop, once everyone had arrived. The heirs walked in feeling extremely cold, like once the Dementors approached. The only different was that Harry wasn't affected.
Neville examined it without touching it. He shook his head and returned it.
"It's the Dementor's Treasure. Someone must have placed it there, knowing what kind of damage it would do. I don't know exactly who it may be, only that whatever we are doing, we are not going to touch that thing. It's cursed beyond cursed. That is pure poison to us."
"What d you mean?" Cassandra asked eyeing the jewel in suspicion.
"It was worst then we thought Cassandra" Neville answered. "That thing feeds upon lives and souls, it grows darker the more it gets and just like a Dementor, and it steals your soul. You'll never reach heaven because of it."
"So we'll have to destroy it in order to get things back to normal." Harry said thinking. "That means if we fail this, everything might as well be over. I surely hope the rest of you have your elements ready."
The others nodded and raised their hands in reply. Two streams of water, two whirls of wind, a wave of spinning fire and a stream of earth erupted from them. It was an enormous amount of magic, but when the smoke had cleared it still stood there, gleaming menacingly.
"What!" Ron said shocked. Draco stood his mouth open. Hermione was breathing harshly since she was starting to feel exhausted. Or was it something more. Suddenly she closed her eyes and fell to the ground. The others turned around and ran over to help her. But whatever they couldn't help her.
"Hermione! Hermione, please wake up!" Draco called, yet she remained cold. The others now eyed the diamond, their eyes sparking with hate because everyone believed it to be the fault.
Three times Draco sent tidal waves against it, and three times he failed doing any damage. The others watched. None of them had a clue what to do. Then...
"You can always try His star." Hermione's voice said from behind, but it wasn't her accent. This was more sophisticated.
"Morgan le Fay" Neville said shocked. The others stared at him, then at Hermione, who still laid on the ground her eyes looking at them except that there weren't brown. They were pure red.
"The very same" le Fay said laughing silently. "I've come back for a short time, through the soul of my powers. As you know, her powers were once mine."
"What do you want Morgan?" Draco said dangerously. Truly enough he didn't trust the old sorceress who once had tried to rule the world, yet failed.
"Merlin sent me to tell you how to win, simple as that Lord Gryffindor. He said only light could vanquish darkness. And only stars have the strength to stand."
Five heads looked clueless at her. Morgan laughed softly again. It was hard this had to be the same Morgan le Fay whose stories had been used to scare children for generations to follow.
"I have to go now, good luck heirs. Merlin sends his wishes."
The old sorceress closed her eyes, which followed by Hermione opening hers. "What happened" she said confused.
Draco hugged her relieved with her being back, which resulted by making her even more surprised. The others laughed, yet Harry's attention turned to the diamond. He wondered...
Rummaging in his pocket he found what he was looking for, a star. The star he had received from Hermione during his last birthday. He took it out and saw to his surprise that it glowed, glowed even brighter then the day. He felt it warmly in his palm, the others' heads turned towards him, looking curiously. He felt the star as it was magnetically drawn to it. He soon had to release it and saw to his surprise how it connected with the diamond and a voice in his head told him silently that now was the time to put away everything and stand for what you were. He once more raised his hand, wind blew from it. The others copied and once more the elements combined. Light grew, blinding them. And then, it all stopped...
TBC
To reviewers: My fingers hurts after this, it was pretty much to write. Hope you liked it.
blaze potter: Hope you liked this, took me quite the time to write, whew.
bobo: I know it's morbid, but it is fantasy and after all it's the end soon. I don't force people to read this so you are always free to leave the story if you think this is getting way out.
gary: Glad you liked it, hopefully you liked this to.
Allanah07: Is this soon enough, hope it is. I couldn't stop writing you know.
Star of Dawn: Favourite author, I'm flattered. Thanks, hope you enjoyed.
Fact Notes:
In old times Vikings used to burn their leaders, and if the smoke went to heaven, they went to Valhall (the same as heaven). For anyone who might is interested knowing.
End Notes:
As for me, I have a Swedish assignment to finish. A little story itself, just wish I had started on it a bit earlier. Oh well, shouldn't take that long. After all, it's not much, just three pages. When I'm done with that, and the homework, I'll maybe start updating. That depends on how much my teachers give me for work.
See you all later
Shitza