Ch. 13
(Female speaking)-Snake - Demeter
(Younger Male Speaking)-Dragon - Dionysus
(Older Male Speaking)-Phoenix - Ares
'Harry mind thinking to his guardians'
'Other people mind thinking'
The room was colored blood red with golden vines branching out to different parts of the room. Every once in a while, the vines would move as if by some invisible breeze, and a golden bird on the wall would dart in and out between the vines.
Seven large maroon book shelves took up three of the walls, but only three of them where filled with books; the other four were filled with other unique things, some that moved or changed colors, others that changed shape or would break down and rebuild themselves in a different shape. Other knick-knacks were scattered along the blood red carpet. In the middle of the room was an old-fashioned desk and chair with papers, ink, and quills scattered over the surface. Somewhere to the corner of the room, where there was space that was not taken up by misplaced objects, stood a stand where one magnificent phoenix slept.
Taking up the fourth wall was a circular bed, covered in brown and red silk pillows and coverings. Sleeping in the bed was one old man, who to others was known as one of the greatest wizard alive, to some a nemesis that must be destroyed soon, and to one child a manipulator who had asserted his influences no more.
On the shelves of one of the bookcases were two objects, set apart from the rest of the clutter. One was a crystal ball that glowed with a red-orange light from the inside, and the other was a black obsidian bowl with runes and other carvings covering it. Inside the bowl swished a pale, yellow liquid; every once in a while, the liquid would shine and turn red, flashing pictures of a young boy with emerald green eyes and a lightning bolt scare, before returning to its original yellow color and then repeating the process.
Neither the old man nor the phoenix noticed this strange occurrence in the obsidian bowl, nor did they notice that one of the shadows from the room had come to life. Separating itself from the other shadows, it moved across the room until it stood in front of the book shelf that contained the two objects.
The shadow slowly became taller until it formed the shape of a man. Still blackened like a shadow, it was difficult to see any distinguishing features of the man, but at his temple two white streaks fell from his head. Lifting his shadowed hand, the man first grabbed the obsidian bowl and, before any alarms could arise from the movement, he waved his hand and dispelled any magic that would warn the sleeping old man of any trouble. Holding the bowl in his left hand, the shadow man placed his right hand over the top of the bowl. In the middle of his palm a small, red bloody line appeared, followed by three drops of blood that fell into the yellow liquid. The pale liquid immediately turned a blinding white before turning back to its original color, only now the liquid was no longer turning red and showing pictures of a child with emerald eyes. Replacing the bowl back in its original place, the man then reached for the glowing glass ball.
The glass ball reacted violently to the touch of anyone who wasn't its owner. It flashed lights of white and red, trying to gain the attention of the room's other occupants. Unfortunately for both the occupants of the room and the ball, the shadow man's reaction was quicker. He summoned the shadows of the room and smothered the ball in them, efficiently stopping all and any lights it was trying to give out.
Placing the small orb in his pocket, he pulled out another crystal ball, the same as the one he just hid, and replaced it for the other one. The difference from this ball and the other is that this ball was to warn the shadow man of what the sleeping old man was doing, and the other is for the old man to control a certain black haired child.
Pulling out the other orb, hidden in the shadows, the man looked at it, tossed it twice in the air, and caught as many times it before crushing it in his hands with brute force. The phoenix woke with a soft trill. Moving silently toward the rare creature, the shadow man lifted his hand and scratched the phoenix beneath its chin, causing it to purr.
"Quiet, my friend, all is going as at is," none of the man's features changed but his eyes, which had bled from black to molten amber ice. "I thank you for your help. Soon, very soon, you will no longer be asked to stay hear. Your will be home soon, amongst your own kind, and soon will all wrongs be righted."
Stepping away from the phoenix, the man looked down at the sleeping form of the old man, his eyes filled with a deep hatred. "No longer will you be able to hurt or manipulate the Chosen one, for now he is under the protection of the gods. To mess with them is to ask for your own retribution."ﾝ Then, in a flash of shadow, the man disappeared.
Albus Dumbledore awoke with a start. He looked around his room, which was done in Gryffindor colors. He could have sworn that he had felt a presence in his room. Throwing back his covers, he grabbed his wand from under his pillow and walked at a quick pace toward the bookshelf that held his most prized possessions. He looked over the obsidian bowl and crystal orb. They looked untouched, but wanted to be sure. He waved his wand over the objects and murmured under his breath, "€œEx viaz aet faz."
When nothing immediately jumped out and shouted that someone had muddle the objects, Dumbledore returned to his bed and fell asleep, "Good night Fawkes."
Fawke s tilted his head to the right and let out a soft trill, and the objects on the bookshelf were left unhindered for the rest of the night.
Outside a police station in Surrey stood two beings, A woman with curly red hair tied back with a white ribbon wore black jeans and a red jacket with the hood up, hiding her face from the world. Only her eyes were visible from within the hood--warm amber eyes that missed nothing of her surroundings. A younger man stood beside her, and, like her, he wore black jeans, only his jacket was leather and fell to his knees with no hood, leaving his face bare and vulnerable to the pelting rain. His eyes were lifted toward the cloudy sky, twinkling as if he knew some deep secret unknown to the rest of the world. The two were waiting for the last of their group to appear.
"When did he say he would be done, Ami?" the young man looked over at his sister. She was leaning against the building of the police station."He said he would return when he had completed the task to free our Chosen one from the hold of the old man."ﾝ
The blond man went and stood next to the red-head woman, and the two waited. They didn't know how long they had been waiting, but after what seemed to be over twenty minutes, a shadowy figure appeared in front of them. The shadow took the form of an older man with long black hair streaked white at the temples. He was dressed in silk black pants and a black shirt; he wore the same kind of leather jacket as the blond man. He walked up and stood in front of them.
"Is it done?"ﾝ
The man nodded, "Completed."ﾝ
"So...is it time?"ﾝ
The woman and the young man looked toward the older man, "It is time." And the three walked into the police station.
It was an Old West standoff. Emerald green eyes clashed with striking ice blue eyes, but neither would back down. Commissioner Stealth wanted questions answered, and Harry wasn't ready to give them.
"Harry, please tell me how the Dursley's treated you. It's important to both the case and your welfare." Bukama Stealth leaned forward and tipped her fingers in front of her, as she stared at the child that sat in front of her. He was a little on the short side, he wore clothes that were obviously hand-me-downs, his glasses didn't suit his face and his hair was wild and unruly.
Harry lowered his head, "Ok."ﾝ Commissioner Stealth leaned forward, eager to get any information to place the Dursley's in jail. She heard what Officer Copter and Goodwater had found, and it was 'none too pretty.' "The Dursley's,"ﾝ Harry continued, "They treated me as they always treated me, which was how they treated me when I first went to live with them."ﾝ
"HARRY! PLEASE! You have to tell me what they were like and stop skirting around the issue. I know you're probably embarrassed, but, believe me, there is nothing to be embarrassed about, and you didn't do anything. Your relatives did, and that's why they must pay for there crimes."ﾝ
Harry was about to open his mouth to retaliate when the door to the commissioner's office burst open, followed immediately by the flashing of lighting and thunder. There in the doorway stood three magnificent beings, beings that Harry immediately recognized.
"Oh, bloody hell."ﾝ