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A/N: Just need to say something quick before I get into the story, none of the characters you see in this story other than HP characters come from any other stories I've read. This story is based off of the book I want to write and I just changed it to fit HP because I wanted to see how well the story would be received. So far I have to say I'm pleased, thanks for all the reviews everyone! Oh, and unlike in my previous story, no time will pass in the present when Harry leaves.
A/N: Warning! There is talk of religion in this chapter, and not how most Christians will like. I am not advocating any religion, nor am I making fun of any. Personally I'm Wiccan, but I do not have anything against any other religions. Everyone needs something to believe in, so do not take offense to how I portray things in this chapter. If you don't like it, skip it or don't read the story.
Chapter 3: Of Gods and Time Travel
Harry had to use all of his strength to push open the supposed 'automatic' doors due to the fact that they currently weren't working, but as soon as they were open far enough he slipped through and made a dash down the street hoping to get away. His flat thankfully wasn't too far away from the hospital; he had learned early on that it was best to live near one. As he reached the corner he came across an older man, clothed in a black suit with grey pin-stripes, that it seemed had been watching him since he exited the hospital.
"Good evening young man," Timeus greeted him.
"Good evening sir, can I help you with something," Harry asked looking around nervously hoping he wouldn't be caught skipping out of the hospital.
"Yes you can, why don't we go somewhere more comfortable though," he replied before grabbing Harry's arm. Harry was going to struggle but he was too amazed by the vortex he appeared in. Everywhere he looked, save the elder man, was a swirl of reds, greens, blues, yellows, blacks, and white.
"Where are we," Harry asked astonished.
"We are currently shrouded in Ether. It is the base of all magic in the Universe, and part of how my powers work," Timeus responded.
"Who are you," Harry asked, practically hitting himself for trusting this man so easily.
"My name is Timeus, otherwise known as the God of Time or occasionally Father Time, take your pick," he replied cheerfully.
"Sure you are," Harry said sarcastically, "And next you're going to tell me that I'm a warlock or something."
"Not quite warlock, but close. You are a wizard, or you would have been had you not suppressed your magic," he responded lightly.
"What do you mean," Harry asked now intrigued, he remembered the odd things that used to happen when he was little.
"I see you remember when you used to lose control of your magic," Timeus responded, "When you prayed to Icharus to stop whatever was causing that you suppressed your magic completely."
"I get that part, wait, who's Icharus," Harry asked confused.
"Ah, well, he's the God of Muggles. He appears every so often and brings a religion to Earth so they have something to believe in, in an attempt to finally get this planet to stop bringing about Universal catastrophes, which believe it or not this planet has come close to more than any other," he explained.
"Muggles?"
"Non-magic folk, like the people of that hospital, or your so called family," he responded.
"How many gods are there," Harry asked.
"Quite a few, both Light born and Dark born, but all of the Gods and Goddesses, no matter what job they have, serve a single purpose. They are there to preserve balance, which many of the Light borns have forgotten."
"Ok, got that, now, you said I would have been a wizard if I hadn't suppressed my magic, does that mean I can't use magic anymore," Harry asked.
"No, not at all, by suppressing it you actually increased your magical reservoirs. Since you weren't using any magic they had to continually expand while you grew to accommodate the amount of magic being stored in your body," he explained, "The accident you got into released the blocks on your power, that's how you healed so quickly. Your magic did that, and that's also why muggle electronics aren't working around you, your magic is flowing off you and disrupting it. You need training or you could seriously hurt yourself or someone else."
"Who'll train me? I don't want to end up hurting anyone," Harry asked quickly. The prospect of injuring anyone he cared about was a frightening one, he really didn't care too much if he was hurt himself, but hurting others was not acceptable.
"That is why I came to you, there are a great many things that will come your way in the future and you must be prepared for them or you will not make it. I will be sending you to the Kingdom of Atlantis where you will be trained by someone, and when you are finished you will automatically be pulled back to this time."
"What about everyone here? I don't think my 'family' would care, but Josh and them would miss me while I was gone. I don't want to worry anyone," Harry asked concerned.
"Since you will be living in the past time will not be an issue here because it will not have happened yet. You will return to this exact spot seconds after you had left no matter how long you are gone," Timeus explained patiently.
"Alright, let's go," Harry said eagerly.
"I will not be traveling with you Mr. Potter, just sending you back. Do not fear for you will not be alone there. I will be watching you to make sure you receive training and make it back here."
"Wait, before you send me there's something I need to ask," Harry said quickly.
"I'm all ears Mr. Potter," Timeus said clearly amused.
"I don't know why, but I'm getting the feeling that I'm going to need a little divine intervention before I'm able to come back. How will I be able to call for help," Harry asked clearly confused as to why his gut was telling him this. Timeus just seemed really amused at this question.
"Harry, most people wish for divine intervention and don't get it," he began.
"I have a feeling that it will be the deciding factor in something that's going to happen. It's a really vague feeling, but it's there," Harry said more to himself than anything.
"Well, should you need that help I have a feeling that you will know how to call upon help," he replied looking at Harry's aura. He saw the typical aura of a Wizard Mage along with Elemental Mage, but there was something else there that he couldn't identify. If what Harry was saying was true then he could possibly be a Summoner, but the only Summoner known to that time period was…Impossible! Timeus thoughts were frantic as he tried to sort through the possibility. The earliest recorded summoning of a Deity was by a woman named Mary. She had accidentally summoned Icharus who then used the chance to create the religion of Christianity by portraying himself as Jesus. There was another, before the destruction of Atlantis, where they summoned Lady Nuit. The Dark Queen of all Deities to be summoned! It had been the crux that allowed Atlantis to survive for another couple hundred years, but as she was pulled away from something important at the time she cursed the civilization. Before he could think on it anymore he said the spell that sent Harry back 6,000 years to the height of the Atlantian civilization. Harry was enveloped in darkness before landing in a meadow. The second his feet hit the ground darkness shrouded his mind and he passed out.
When Harry woke up the first thing he noticed was he was no longer in the meadow. It appeared someone had found him because he was on the most comfortable bed that he'd ever been on. Which wasn't saying much considering what the Dursleys had given him for accommodations, but even the beds he had gotten for himself weren't this comfortable. When he opened his eyes he immediately noticed that he wasn't wearing his glasses, but could see everything with crystal clarity. This of course shocked him beyond everything else, because as long as he could remember he had needed glasses, whether he had had them or not. Then he remembered the same thing happening in the hospital. He thought about it for a minute before dismissing it as his magic healing his eyes. The room was simple, but he could tell it was a type of hospital room. Great, as if I didn't visit these enough through the years, Harry thought bitterly. Harry had always had the problem of attracting danger or trouble wherever he went so he had gotten into plenty of scrapes. The walls were a light blue color, and the room had several other beds, but what he immediately noticed was that there were no electronic devices in the room to monitor patient health. The best part about the room though, was that it didn't carry the typical antiseptic smell that seemed to permeate all hospitals. He was so caught up in his musings that he didn't even notice someone come in.
"Diedre arne ego joge," a matronly woman asked startling him. Harry turned to see her and noticed that she wore what looked like a bathrobe over her dress.
"Umm, what was that," Harry asked unable to understand a word she said.
"Et ego laniar Atlar," she asked, Harry just looked at her confused. She gave him a knowing smile before waving her hand over his head. He felt a weird buzzing in his mind before she began speaking again. "How are you feeling?"
"Fine…just confused. How can I understand you now," he asked noticing that her words didn't match up to her lips.
"It's a translation spell, but it will wear off in an hour," she told him, "Now, what's your name lad?"
"Harry, Harry Potter," he told her, "May I ask yours?"
"Just call me Madame Roselaray," she responded, "Now, Harry, how did you end up passed out in the Forbidden Meadow?"
"Um, I'm afraid that's not quite a believable story," he said sheepishly.
"Try me," she said a little more sternly.
"Ok, well, Timeus sent me back in time to train in my magic since I suppressed it from a young age and it was just released," He explained.
"And who would Timeus be?"
"Um, the God of Time," he replied with a slight blush. To his utter shock the matron seemed to believe him, or that's what he assumed from the blood leaving her face leaving her as pale as her uniform.
"I will be back…I need to inform the King. While I am gone I suggest you think up a different name as yours stands out too much," she told him before running out of the room. Harry lay back down on the pillow, he had sat up while speaking with Roselaray, and began thinking of what could be considered appropriate with what he had heard earlier. He didn't know what words meant, or even if he was thinking of correct words from their language, but from the smile on his face when the matron returned with an entourage, whom all were wearing bathrobes, she assumed he had found one. "Your highness, this is…"
"Dielare Samiz," Harry replied give what bow he could to the king seeing as how he was once again sitting on the bed. Harry noticed a slight resemblance to the man who he assumed to be the king, well, in the hair at least. When he told them his name everyone gasped of shock and a couple of people fainted while most just went pale.
"Dielare, Madame Roselaray told me that you claim to have been sent back in time by the God of Time himself, is this true," the king asked in a somewhat hushed tone.
"Yeah, Timeus sent me back to this time. I ended up in some meadow, I believe she called it the Forbidden Meadow, before passing out and waking up here," Harry explained.
"We need to inform the council of this your majesty," a pompous man from the back said. Harry couldn't see him, but could tell already that he wouldn't get along with this man.
"Yes, you are correct. Dielare, we will be back later today after we have held session. Will you be fine here by yourself, or would you like me to send someone in," the king asked kindly.
"Um, if it's not too much trouble, is there anyone that could begin teaching me your language? I don't know how long I'll be here so I don't want to keep having to cast a translation charm on myself," Harry asked nervously.
"It would be no trouble at all, that is actually a good idea. I will send someone in immediately," the king replied. Harry gave him another bow before saying thank you as the entourage left. Around 20 minutes later a strikingly beautiful woman walked in. She had flowing white hair that looked the color of freshly fallen snow, piercing blue eyes that he felt could look straight to his soul, and her face had a caring look to it, but also looked like someone who could be quite mischievous if she wanted to. She wore a pale blue dress with a darker blue bathrobe on the outside of that.
"Hello, you must be Dielare," she said to him, it wasn't a question. Harry was immediately struck by how her voice almost sounded like a beautiful song, and all he could do was nod his head. "I am Seliv, my father said that you needed someone to help you learn our language so you wouldn't need constant translation charms. Is that correct?"
"Yes ma'am," Harry replied not being able to say much else. He could feel the translation charm slipping already. "The charm, I believe you called it, seems to be slipping already."
"Eg neyoti," she replied clearly amused. Harry wasn't sure what she said, but he felt he could probably hazard a pretty good guess. Seliv repeated the same actions that Roselaray had done earlier, after the familiar buzzing she smiled brilliantly at him before making a chair to sit in facing him. "Before we begin do you have any questions for me?"
"Um, you don't have to answer this, but why does everyone seem to be wearing bathrobes over their normal clothing," he asked shyly. She cracked up hearing that, and it took her several minutes to get herself under control.
"They aren't bath robes, but you are right, they are robes. They're the latest fashion here, and I'm quite hoping that the fashion dies out sometime soon because I feel stupid wearing it," she replied still clearly amused.
"If you feel stupid wearing it then why do you," he asked confused.
"As daughter to the king I am forced to look 'proper' at all times. It's not the worst I've ever had to wear, so I don't mind too much," she told him.
"Can I ask something else," Harry said somewhat nervously. He had been taught from as far back as he could remember that asking questions was just not done, and it was punishable.
"Of course you can Dielare," she replied confused as to why he seemed so nervous.
"Why did everyone react so shocked when I told them the name I had chosen for myself?"
"Well, since I only know your first name I don't know if I could really answer that. What did you choose as a last name," she asked seriously.
"Samiz," he replied still confused, and even more so when she unknowingly repeated the same actions as the others and lost all the blood from her face. "Why does everyone react that way?"
"It could be just a coincidence," she muttered to herself, "I'm afraid that I cannot tell you that Dielare, but you will find out soon enough. Now, do you have any other questions before we begin the lesson?"
"No ma'am," he replied.
"Quit with that ma'am nonsense, I'm barely older than you are," she replied indignantly making Harry laugh a little.(From this point on I'm going to call Harry Dielare so as not to confuse anyone with switching back and forth.)
"Yes ma'am," he teased feeling more at ease with her. He knew that since she was the princess that she was off limits, but that didn't mean he couldn't tease her or flirt with her! She swatted his arm playfully before beginning to teach him the alphabet, which luckily was exactly the same as the one he was used too, just had different rules and sounds for some of the letters. By the time that the King returned she had already begun teaching him a few simple words and phrases to help him along. The most important of those was 'Pilaret conne garnija titarmin.' Which roughly translated to 'Please cast translation charm.' She had had fun teaching him that one as she wouldn't renew the charm until he got the sentence exactly right. She would always laugh at his attempts as he had butchered that phrase more than any others she taught him. A few times she told him that he had said 'Please cast castration drunk.' This caused him to go quite red in the face and try all the harder to get the phrase correct. When the king came in they were laughing at one of these instances and he just smiled at the sight. He always worried about his daughter as she kept to herself more times than not, and never really had friends due to her royal status, with the exception of Eliz.
"I see that you two are having fun," he said clearly amused. Dielare was once again taken by the similarity of their hair, and as he looked again he noticed that their ears were somewhat similar as well. The king had chocolate brown eyes, high elegant cheekbones, and fuller lips than Dielare had. He tensed up hoping that he wouldn't be punished for his actions with Seliv, but he felt assured that they had only teased each other a little and spent the majority of the time actually learning things.
"Yes father, it seems that Dielare here has an obsession with drunks castrating," she replied clearly amused at her protégé's now obvious discomfort. The king looked somewhat confused by what they meant. "I was teaching him how to ask someone to cast the translation charm until he learns enough of our language to get by," she explained. He immediately understood as that was a common error made by foreign dignitaries. He joined in on their laughter, while Harry looked nervous.
"Your majesty, what's going to happen with me," he asked wanting to get off the topic of his horrible pronunciation.
"Please, just call me Leos. All those titles tend to get on my nerves," he replied cheerfully.
"Ok," Harry replied, not wanting to test his luck by teasing the king as he had his daughter.
A/N: That's it for this chapter! The next chapter should be up some time later today. Hope you enjoyed it! Translations after review responses.
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Diedre arne ego joge- how are you feeling?
Et ego laniar Atlar- Do you speak Atlantian?
Eg neyoti- I noticed.
Dielare Samiz- Harry's name, not telling the meaning, you'll find out. : o Þ
Seliv Edelare- Princess of Atlantis, only child of King Edelare. Name means Silver reign.
Leos Edelare- King of Atlantis, Father of Seliv. Name means Golden reign.