The Lord of Stone Tower;
A/N; Sorry for the delay, I have been busy with coursework and such. Hope you like the chapter.
Chapter 3; Returning
Severus Snape, potions master of Hogwarts sat beside Albus Dumbledore. Along with Minerva McGonagall, and a few other members of Hogwarts' staff. The members of the order followed them, including Remus Lupin and Alastar Moody. On the other side of the table was the Ministry of Magic group, headed by the pompous Minister Fudge. Tonks and Shacklebolt wore Auror's uniforms as they followed him representing the Law enforcement looking to anyone else as if they had nothing to do with the Order of the Phoenix. A few other heads of department sat along the side of the table looking at Albus waiting for the reason for the meeting to begin.
"We are here to discuss the whereabouts of Harry Potter!" Snape wasn't surprised that Fudge had given up on patience.
Minerva replied quickly, "As we have already established with you, no Hogwarts students are permitted to stay at Hogwarts without the express permission of the ministry of Magic. No one at Hogwarts has seen him since Hogwarts closed for summer. Neither have we heard from him since."
The minister glared at them, but an Unspeakable spoke up on his left. "Do you have any idea where he may have gone, what he might be trying to do? It is important that we find him before he can cause more damage."
Albus sighed, "I promise you, Fredrick, that your searches are unprofitable and unfounded. We all know Harry Potter better then all of you and we know that he could never do the things the ministry has claimed of him."
Fudge stopped restraining himself again, "You are however biased Dumbledore, the boy is a murderer and a traitor to the Wizarding World and Muggle world, the permits have already been released for his 'death on sight.'"
His words were cold and he seemed to take pride in them, the staff and a few of the ministry were shocked. He is just a boy, they thought.
* * *
{The Forgotten Plain - three years later}
Harry grinned as he awoke, three years he had been here, in a world of power. It was his nineteenth birthday the next day. This place was Un- thwarted by petty greed. He had quickly become friends with many there and lived in the Palace of Darkness. The plain was joint closely with the Realm of the Dead, and even if he couldn't go to the plain, spirits could visit.
Unfortunately as his parents were happy they could not leave the Realm, but he was still glad that they were happy.
He had been welcomed here regally by the Lady of Darkness, Lady of the Forgotten Plain. She had chosen him to train, to imbue power onto. To become a 'Power,' or more precisely Earths only 'Power' to ever exist.
He could remember Draco's sarcasm at that. Bowing for hours everywhere they went, alternatively calling him either Lord Potter or Stone Lord. As that was his Power. Draco had been given access to the Plain as he had died unhappy, and had been bonded to Harry for eternity. They had easily become friends. Draco's sarcastic wit always managing to pick up Harry's spirits.
It had taken days to learn the idea of The Powers. People with extraordinary abilities. Named after something that belied their abilities. The Lady of Darkness had quickly taught Harry that he had an affinity with Earth, Stone, Metals and such. It matched what she called Harry's long life, but what Draco referred to Harry's immortality. As it was Harry death by old age was a long way away. Being a power came with long life.
He had quickly been introduced to the voices that had been in his head. The first had been the Lady of Darkness. Draco's had been obvious with his obviously bored tone, which had faded almost completely since his death.
Hogwarts' voice had been explained by the founders in a strange visit by the four of them. According to them, Hogwarts is permitted to bond with one person every two hundred years. This gave the person the ability to raise the schools dormant but powerful wards. The headmaster is always informed of the bonding, but the consequences of the anger that Harry had had to the school had caused the damage to the building as its powerful defences had blasted the building with lightning. It couldn't usually be called off but Harry's own magic had countered the defences in an impressive show of his wizards power.
The last voice had been the Shadow Master or more informally the King of the Dark Elves. Gravely misunderstood by their light brothers they had had to flee from their home world ten years prior and the Lady of the Plain had welcomed them to her home until they could find another home.
Harry had used his time to train in his powers, abilities and fighting abilities. He had also spent time over the four weeks studying Earth through the Seeing Crystal that resided in the Palace. He had witnessed the Ministry passing out warrants for his death. He had watched as Voldemort became more secretive, barely anyone had been killed, Voldemort had seemingly vanished, and even the Dark Crystal couldn't find him. Ron had had training in the Order; Hermione had become the Headmaster's apprentice in the hope that she could one day take over the job.
The worst thing he had seen however was that his once best friend had been holding a grudge against him; well actually it was a bit more then a grudge. Harry had often watched the boy threaten to kill him several times when he had been angry and knew that he was training up to do exactly that. He would have used his abilities to find out what Ron wanted but couldn't through the crystal, but it was only a day till he returned. He would soon find out why he was reading Dark Arts material.
Even if he got in a fight with Ron, he knew that he would have to be unarmed and blinded for Ron to be able to do any damage to him. Living with Dark Elves had meant that apart from them being totally loyal to the light, their views on Magic being just magic, neither good nor bad, had rubbed over onto him.
He had watched many people he used to know; he knew that Neville's parents had been killed in an odd accident at the hospital last month and that his grandmother had died that very day. Neville had been transported to Hogwarts and Harry using his latent connection with Hogwarts had heard Albus talking to the Order that he believed the attacks to be of the manipulations of Voldemort. However he had overheard the Minister overpower Albus' decision to protect the boy and had had Neville arrested for 'Being in league with Harry Potter.' Supposedly enough evidence had been discovered at the young mans house to convict him and he was now in a cell in Azkaban.
Harry vowed that when he returned he would rescue the innocent prisoner and train him and protect him.
The day ended quickly and Harry had pulled on his Battle robes that had been made for him by the Elves as a gift, presented to the Magi on the completion of their training. With these robes he could walk into any ministry building without a security check and command anything. As stated the laws of the Wizarding world. Unfortunately the were voided by the fact that any 11 year old at Hogwarts was in their legal rights to pull their wand on him and shoot a killing curse at him.
That would soon have to change. He stood before the Lady of Darkness and the Shadow Master.
"Harry, we have a request and a gift for you before you leave." The Shadow Master stated. Harry nodded and he continued. "You have far surpassed anything we can train you in, and our time to live in this realm is running thin." Harry knew this was true, as was the law of the cosmos; no person could stay in a realm that was not theirs for any long periods of time. "I as the leader of a race can stay here indefinitely and I will. I wish to ask you to set up a home for the remaining five hundred of this race."
Harry barely had to think before he accepted. The Dark Elves were the best fighters he had ever seen and they were loyal and kind. He would allow the fighters to protect their home and he in return would protect the younger ones.
"I will send you back to Earth to the Moor of Darkness. You'll like it I think Harry," This was from the Lady. "I am allowing you to used it to build your home and that of the Dark Elves and any you feel fit to take there. Now for the gift, I give to you this knowledge. Knowledge kept in a crystal since the start of the human race. It holds the knowledge for you to train you own specific troops. And I promise you they are both powerful and good."
Harry grinned, he had studied that crystal in his spare time and knew that it contained the knowledge to train Non-Magical humans into powerful and fast troops. Known as Knights. The last real Knight had been killed ten thousand year previously and the real knowledge stored with only vague reminders of their power in books in Hogwarts.
"Right now off you go Harry and I hope to see you in the near future, create a Gate when you have completed you home and we will send forward the Dark Elves. Good Luck. You know how to return if you need to."
* * *
Harry was quickly banished from the Plain and sent to the Moor of Darkness. He grinned as he looked around. The 'Moor' was covered in great trees and flowers. Bright sunlight shone from the sky. 'Moor of Darkness' he laughed at the miss-leading name. He smirked as he left his belongings on the ground as he taped into his Animagus form. Not a drastic change but enough especially with the fun it promised in a real fight.
Soon a Demon Dragon stood where the nineteen-year-old young man had been standing. The same size as he had been, he had sprouted two long wings stretched with a thin layer of bat membrane and his clothes had taken a red sheen of thick natural armour. Two inch claws and talons on well-muscled legs and for arms. The Dragon dropped onto all fours and with a jump leapt into the air. These beings were really known as the Dream Walkers, protectors of beings from being attacked as they slept. They were completely loyal to the light and died if they ever turned evil. But they had been dubbed dark, even if they were, just not evil. And they were feared as killers because they were not understood.
Harry flew higher and for a brief while swept the long distances across the moor. A graceful hill sat in the centre of the moor slopping gently down through the thick forests. A great fast flowing river swept around the edges of the hill. Flat ground stretched out for miles on the other side of the moor till it briefly turned into a sandy beach before becoming a rough sea.
Harry used his Power to scan the ground, finding strong rock sometimes jutting out of the ground. Perfect he thought. He could use the ground rock, highly resilient to magic and the rock he removed would leave great underground cellars through the hill that he could use as stores or hideaways.
Harry decided to get to work, he swiftly changed back into his human form and fell the two hundred metres to the crest of the hill. Before he hit however a sliver of stone from the ground flew up and melted into a platform wide enough to sit on. It stopped under his feet and slowed his rapid descent before lowering him to the ground. Where as he jumped off it slipped back under again to reform.
Harry's now larger form crouched onto the grassy ground and threw his fist into the ground as it slipped to make a small hole to accommodate his hand. He liked the grassy plain and refused to break the perfect setting so he slowly extracted hundreds of tonnes of Granite stone from beneath his feet. Slowly floating up to the surface to appear in blocks as large as a house, but the ground always reformed after the passing of the blocks. He stacks hundreds of these blocks carefully at the base of the hill.
What seemed like an hour later Harry stood in front of the biggest depot of rock he had seen. He had employed his normal Magic, still impressively strong to hold the hundreds of tonnes of rock about a foot from the ground. He grinned before taking to the air but this time in his full animagus shape. A twenty foot high Demon Dragon. Larger than the Earth's many dragons. His great wings flapping in the air to hover about fifty metres above his soon to be home. While keeping up the ever-beating wings to stay in the air he called on the Stone Power and the slabs and blocks slid around below him up to the tip of the hill to begin his new home.
Two hours later the Scottish sun was high in the sky, the perfect time for his re-entrance into the Wizarding world, though he doubted the fool of a minister would make it public. He wanted his old friend out of the damn prison and away from the Dementors. He wanted the innocent young man safe in his home away from harm, and he would give his friend his birthday present. A talk with his parents.
With that the great dragon folded his wings to his side and like lightning turned to a fall to the ground. With only ten metres to go a circle of black light opened under the falling form and the Dragon disappeared into it. The rocks carried on shifting as if several giants worked tirelessly on the Lord of Stone Tower's new home. Overseen by the ghostly spectre of Draco Malfoy who grinned at his friend's enthusiasm to save a friend. He smirked as he carried out Harry's last request before 'porting.' He faded out to find Neville's parents and Grandmother and bring them here from the Land of the Dead.
* * *
Thanks for the replies everyone and I will just say in response to a few that; There are always things from the Harry Potter series that must be bent or forgotten otherwise all the stories written on this site would have too many similarities. So forgive a mistake or too if it is done to further the plot of my story, I will try not to make a habit of it. People change, you don't act the same way for the whole of your life, and neither do the characters in my story. Also in response to a few reviews. . . if you don't like my writing style or plot. Nobody is making you read it, if you have a problem with the story that effect whether you read it or not, stop reading it. Nobody is forcing you.
To the people that do review I am pleased. Thank you for your help and support.
A/N; Sorry for the delay, I have been busy with coursework and such. Hope you like the chapter.
Chapter 3; Returning
Severus Snape, potions master of Hogwarts sat beside Albus Dumbledore. Along with Minerva McGonagall, and a few other members of Hogwarts' staff. The members of the order followed them, including Remus Lupin and Alastar Moody. On the other side of the table was the Ministry of Magic group, headed by the pompous Minister Fudge. Tonks and Shacklebolt wore Auror's uniforms as they followed him representing the Law enforcement looking to anyone else as if they had nothing to do with the Order of the Phoenix. A few other heads of department sat along the side of the table looking at Albus waiting for the reason for the meeting to begin.
"We are here to discuss the whereabouts of Harry Potter!" Snape wasn't surprised that Fudge had given up on patience.
Minerva replied quickly, "As we have already established with you, no Hogwarts students are permitted to stay at Hogwarts without the express permission of the ministry of Magic. No one at Hogwarts has seen him since Hogwarts closed for summer. Neither have we heard from him since."
The minister glared at them, but an Unspeakable spoke up on his left. "Do you have any idea where he may have gone, what he might be trying to do? It is important that we find him before he can cause more damage."
Albus sighed, "I promise you, Fredrick, that your searches are unprofitable and unfounded. We all know Harry Potter better then all of you and we know that he could never do the things the ministry has claimed of him."
Fudge stopped restraining himself again, "You are however biased Dumbledore, the boy is a murderer and a traitor to the Wizarding World and Muggle world, the permits have already been released for his 'death on sight.'"
His words were cold and he seemed to take pride in them, the staff and a few of the ministry were shocked. He is just a boy, they thought.
* * *
{The Forgotten Plain - three years later}
Harry grinned as he awoke, three years he had been here, in a world of power. It was his nineteenth birthday the next day. This place was Un- thwarted by petty greed. He had quickly become friends with many there and lived in the Palace of Darkness. The plain was joint closely with the Realm of the Dead, and even if he couldn't go to the plain, spirits could visit.
Unfortunately as his parents were happy they could not leave the Realm, but he was still glad that they were happy.
He had been welcomed here regally by the Lady of Darkness, Lady of the Forgotten Plain. She had chosen him to train, to imbue power onto. To become a 'Power,' or more precisely Earths only 'Power' to ever exist.
He could remember Draco's sarcasm at that. Bowing for hours everywhere they went, alternatively calling him either Lord Potter or Stone Lord. As that was his Power. Draco had been given access to the Plain as he had died unhappy, and had been bonded to Harry for eternity. They had easily become friends. Draco's sarcastic wit always managing to pick up Harry's spirits.
It had taken days to learn the idea of The Powers. People with extraordinary abilities. Named after something that belied their abilities. The Lady of Darkness had quickly taught Harry that he had an affinity with Earth, Stone, Metals and such. It matched what she called Harry's long life, but what Draco referred to Harry's immortality. As it was Harry death by old age was a long way away. Being a power came with long life.
He had quickly been introduced to the voices that had been in his head. The first had been the Lady of Darkness. Draco's had been obvious with his obviously bored tone, which had faded almost completely since his death.
Hogwarts' voice had been explained by the founders in a strange visit by the four of them. According to them, Hogwarts is permitted to bond with one person every two hundred years. This gave the person the ability to raise the schools dormant but powerful wards. The headmaster is always informed of the bonding, but the consequences of the anger that Harry had had to the school had caused the damage to the building as its powerful defences had blasted the building with lightning. It couldn't usually be called off but Harry's own magic had countered the defences in an impressive show of his wizards power.
The last voice had been the Shadow Master or more informally the King of the Dark Elves. Gravely misunderstood by their light brothers they had had to flee from their home world ten years prior and the Lady of the Plain had welcomed them to her home until they could find another home.
Harry had used his time to train in his powers, abilities and fighting abilities. He had also spent time over the four weeks studying Earth through the Seeing Crystal that resided in the Palace. He had witnessed the Ministry passing out warrants for his death. He had watched as Voldemort became more secretive, barely anyone had been killed, Voldemort had seemingly vanished, and even the Dark Crystal couldn't find him. Ron had had training in the Order; Hermione had become the Headmaster's apprentice in the hope that she could one day take over the job.
The worst thing he had seen however was that his once best friend had been holding a grudge against him; well actually it was a bit more then a grudge. Harry had often watched the boy threaten to kill him several times when he had been angry and knew that he was training up to do exactly that. He would have used his abilities to find out what Ron wanted but couldn't through the crystal, but it was only a day till he returned. He would soon find out why he was reading Dark Arts material.
Even if he got in a fight with Ron, he knew that he would have to be unarmed and blinded for Ron to be able to do any damage to him. Living with Dark Elves had meant that apart from them being totally loyal to the light, their views on Magic being just magic, neither good nor bad, had rubbed over onto him.
He had watched many people he used to know; he knew that Neville's parents had been killed in an odd accident at the hospital last month and that his grandmother had died that very day. Neville had been transported to Hogwarts and Harry using his latent connection with Hogwarts had heard Albus talking to the Order that he believed the attacks to be of the manipulations of Voldemort. However he had overheard the Minister overpower Albus' decision to protect the boy and had had Neville arrested for 'Being in league with Harry Potter.' Supposedly enough evidence had been discovered at the young mans house to convict him and he was now in a cell in Azkaban.
Harry vowed that when he returned he would rescue the innocent prisoner and train him and protect him.
The day ended quickly and Harry had pulled on his Battle robes that had been made for him by the Elves as a gift, presented to the Magi on the completion of their training. With these robes he could walk into any ministry building without a security check and command anything. As stated the laws of the Wizarding world. Unfortunately the were voided by the fact that any 11 year old at Hogwarts was in their legal rights to pull their wand on him and shoot a killing curse at him.
That would soon have to change. He stood before the Lady of Darkness and the Shadow Master.
"Harry, we have a request and a gift for you before you leave." The Shadow Master stated. Harry nodded and he continued. "You have far surpassed anything we can train you in, and our time to live in this realm is running thin." Harry knew this was true, as was the law of the cosmos; no person could stay in a realm that was not theirs for any long periods of time. "I as the leader of a race can stay here indefinitely and I will. I wish to ask you to set up a home for the remaining five hundred of this race."
Harry barely had to think before he accepted. The Dark Elves were the best fighters he had ever seen and they were loyal and kind. He would allow the fighters to protect their home and he in return would protect the younger ones.
"I will send you back to Earth to the Moor of Darkness. You'll like it I think Harry," This was from the Lady. "I am allowing you to used it to build your home and that of the Dark Elves and any you feel fit to take there. Now for the gift, I give to you this knowledge. Knowledge kept in a crystal since the start of the human race. It holds the knowledge for you to train you own specific troops. And I promise you they are both powerful and good."
Harry grinned, he had studied that crystal in his spare time and knew that it contained the knowledge to train Non-Magical humans into powerful and fast troops. Known as Knights. The last real Knight had been killed ten thousand year previously and the real knowledge stored with only vague reminders of their power in books in Hogwarts.
"Right now off you go Harry and I hope to see you in the near future, create a Gate when you have completed you home and we will send forward the Dark Elves. Good Luck. You know how to return if you need to."
* * *
Harry was quickly banished from the Plain and sent to the Moor of Darkness. He grinned as he looked around. The 'Moor' was covered in great trees and flowers. Bright sunlight shone from the sky. 'Moor of Darkness' he laughed at the miss-leading name. He smirked as he left his belongings on the ground as he taped into his Animagus form. Not a drastic change but enough especially with the fun it promised in a real fight.
Soon a Demon Dragon stood where the nineteen-year-old young man had been standing. The same size as he had been, he had sprouted two long wings stretched with a thin layer of bat membrane and his clothes had taken a red sheen of thick natural armour. Two inch claws and talons on well-muscled legs and for arms. The Dragon dropped onto all fours and with a jump leapt into the air. These beings were really known as the Dream Walkers, protectors of beings from being attacked as they slept. They were completely loyal to the light and died if they ever turned evil. But they had been dubbed dark, even if they were, just not evil. And they were feared as killers because they were not understood.
Harry flew higher and for a brief while swept the long distances across the moor. A graceful hill sat in the centre of the moor slopping gently down through the thick forests. A great fast flowing river swept around the edges of the hill. Flat ground stretched out for miles on the other side of the moor till it briefly turned into a sandy beach before becoming a rough sea.
Harry used his Power to scan the ground, finding strong rock sometimes jutting out of the ground. Perfect he thought. He could use the ground rock, highly resilient to magic and the rock he removed would leave great underground cellars through the hill that he could use as stores or hideaways.
Harry decided to get to work, he swiftly changed back into his human form and fell the two hundred metres to the crest of the hill. Before he hit however a sliver of stone from the ground flew up and melted into a platform wide enough to sit on. It stopped under his feet and slowed his rapid descent before lowering him to the ground. Where as he jumped off it slipped back under again to reform.
Harry's now larger form crouched onto the grassy ground and threw his fist into the ground as it slipped to make a small hole to accommodate his hand. He liked the grassy plain and refused to break the perfect setting so he slowly extracted hundreds of tonnes of Granite stone from beneath his feet. Slowly floating up to the surface to appear in blocks as large as a house, but the ground always reformed after the passing of the blocks. He stacks hundreds of these blocks carefully at the base of the hill.
What seemed like an hour later Harry stood in front of the biggest depot of rock he had seen. He had employed his normal Magic, still impressively strong to hold the hundreds of tonnes of rock about a foot from the ground. He grinned before taking to the air but this time in his full animagus shape. A twenty foot high Demon Dragon. Larger than the Earth's many dragons. His great wings flapping in the air to hover about fifty metres above his soon to be home. While keeping up the ever-beating wings to stay in the air he called on the Stone Power and the slabs and blocks slid around below him up to the tip of the hill to begin his new home.
Two hours later the Scottish sun was high in the sky, the perfect time for his re-entrance into the Wizarding world, though he doubted the fool of a minister would make it public. He wanted his old friend out of the damn prison and away from the Dementors. He wanted the innocent young man safe in his home away from harm, and he would give his friend his birthday present. A talk with his parents.
With that the great dragon folded his wings to his side and like lightning turned to a fall to the ground. With only ten metres to go a circle of black light opened under the falling form and the Dragon disappeared into it. The rocks carried on shifting as if several giants worked tirelessly on the Lord of Stone Tower's new home. Overseen by the ghostly spectre of Draco Malfoy who grinned at his friend's enthusiasm to save a friend. He smirked as he carried out Harry's last request before 'porting.' He faded out to find Neville's parents and Grandmother and bring them here from the Land of the Dead.
* * *
Thanks for the replies everyone and I will just say in response to a few that; There are always things from the Harry Potter series that must be bent or forgotten otherwise all the stories written on this site would have too many similarities. So forgive a mistake or too if it is done to further the plot of my story, I will try not to make a habit of it. People change, you don't act the same way for the whole of your life, and neither do the characters in my story. Also in response to a few reviews. . . if you don't like my writing style or plot. Nobody is making you read it, if you have a problem with the story that effect whether you read it or not, stop reading it. Nobody is forcing you.
To the people that do review I am pleased. Thank you for your help and support.