The Lord Of Stone Tower
Chapter 6; Kidnap to Home.
Spells flew faster then the minister could follow, the doubt that this wasn't a real fight slowly slipped out of his mind. Most of the spells being thrown, he had never heard of before.
To start with the headmaster seemed to be in control of the duel, slowly stepping up the spells over the duration of the fight, but when he though about it, the minister realised that the Potter boy was easily defending against the spells being thrown at him. But he had yet to move onto the offensive. Even so, the minister was frozen in fear. He barely noticed when, after five minutes of fighting the sounds of explosions had started to gather a crowd from Hogsmeade.
Harry had noticed the gathering crowd and decided this was a good time to up the fight to the next level. He was looking forward to see exactly how well versed his former headmaster was in dark magic. He wasn't that worried about his image from now on, over the next few years he figured he would keep the reputation for being dark and since he planned to 'kidnap' the prestigious headmaster, even though he was to be arrested, he would be placed as dark even if he only used light magic, like the levitation charm.
"Enticate!" he yelled as he brought his wand down like a whip. A lance of dark magic flew across what was beginning to look like a World War Two battlefield. The headmaster, being slightly hesitant at the sudden switch to dark magic, was caught off guard and the black cord wrapped around him like a cobra, with the last spiral around his throat.
It only took a few seconds for the Headmaster to unweave himself from the magic, but it was all Harry needed to start to weave his next spell, more powerful it would help to hide his final move. He was interrupted however by the unexpected aid of the thirty or more crowd that had gathered. Finally deciding to act to help the struggling Headmaster they started to throw their own spells. Harry had to postpone his setting up of his last spell in order to defend himself from the volley of spells flying towards him. He had hoped not to have to use his more secret magic, but closing his eyes he started to quickly reach out to the magic, bending it around him but only so they only missed him by inches or feet.
Albus Dumbledore paused after freeing himself from the trapping spell to watch as the multitude of curses and hex's flew at his former student, to his surprise he watched as Harry's eyes slid shut and he could almost see his Aura flying out to intercept and bend the oncoming spells around him.
It wasn't long before the locals realised what was happening, more then half of them had fallen to their own spells after they bent around their intended target. A few men carried on but were wisely more careful to use undirected spells, like 'reducto' that couldn't be twisted around like curses that left trails. Still they couldn't actually get a proper damaging hit on their target, the ground itself seemed to form around the spells and weren't exploding properly. A few healers ran to the aid of the fallen Aurors and to the Minister who was currently shaking in terror.
Finally Harry got a breather in the attacking so that he could return to offensive magic. His eyes snapped open and focused on Albus again. Deep, glistening black iris's with barely any pupils stared at he headmaster. Shocking him for an instant, allowing Harry to snap out another dark spell.
"Dranigo!"
The crowd still following the duel gasped as they saw the Headmaster slump slightly as some of his power rippled out of him into the air forming a golden ball of light before flying towards Harry. It settled to flying around him just in arms reach of him.
"I haven't seen that used since Grindlewald used it against me in our final battle, and not that strongly." Albus complimented the boy.
"You should never try to make conversation in a duel, my dear Headmaster, it will only distract you." Harry leered back, only half acting to the crowd. He didn't wait for a response before yelling, "Liquify!"
The ground at Albus's feet slipped slightly and the headmaster felt his already weakened body lurch slightly as his feet sunk slightly. He recovered himself using two spells, one admittedly slightly frowned at.
"Solidify!" succeeded in turning the liquid back into stone, but trapped the headmaster into the ground.
"Crudilate!" he resorted to using a semi-illegal spell to crumble to ground at his feet allowing him to free himself. He didn't see at this time that the spells used against him were only diversions. The next thing Harry did was no exception either.
Harry's hand darted behind his head and gripped together before throwing it forward. Taking control of Albus's magic floating around him and hurling it towards its original owner. The not to well magical theory came into play. Where magic of the same signature once split in two reacts against each other, repelling each other.
As the ball of magic flew at Albus, the wizened old headmaster knew what would happen even as his body flew to the side, repelled by his own magic. As he got to his feet he spun to find the ball of light and instantly started to wave his wand rapidly whilst muttering an old spell to reduce the ball of magic and dissipate it.
Harry using the brought time, completed his last spell. He wanted to vanish with a bang, not just apparate with the headmaster.
It took the Headmaster a couple of minutes to dispel the ball of his own magic but when he did he turned to face the smirking form of Harry Potter, standing only five foot from him.
"Time to go Albus, unless you wish to stay with the Minister and take a trip to prison," it was a rhetorical question really, and an almost indiscernible nod from the headmaster was given in reply.
In response Harry waved his hands in counter motion in two full circles over his head. It activated his spell. The forty or so strong crowd felt a wave of heat strike them and almost a wall push them back before an inferno of blue and red flames leaped into the air in a forty foot diameter filled circle centred on where the Headmaster and Ex-student stood. It raged for a few seconds before dieing out. Leaving nothing in the circle, no grass, no sign of the two duellers, only the smell of burnt earth and a glassy texture to the ground.
The crowd could only stare in astonishment at the sight before them and with perfectly expected timing, twenty Aurors apparated in to control the 'disturbance.'
In the morning the newspapers would read; "Boy-Who-Kidnapped!"
Stone Tower
The Tower, Harry's new home and the new land of the Dark Elves was finally complete, the last parts were finally slipping together. And with it Harry finally felt the tug on his Power diminish. Over the last week much had happened. Harry had reappeared in a world that hated him, believed him evil and Harry had not spared any effort to change their minds. He had rescued Neville Longbottom from his unfair imprisonment as well as giving his long time friends his first chance to talk to the spirits of his family.
He had rescued the Headmaster almost six days ago and the man had been setting up his own accommodation near to the Tower and also making plans for a small Magic and Muggle school in Stone Tower in case the need arose. Harry had humoured him at first but soon realised that it may be needed. Draco had actually made a mild friendship with Neville, as they both liked Herbology and Potions. Though one more than the other.
Harry greatest and proudest achievement came in the completion of his home. Calling it just a Tower was doing an injustice. Whilst quiet now it promised to become a veritable city. Contained in its own structure.
In the centre, on the Peak of the small rise stood the proud Stone Tower itself, over twenty floors of Magically infused Granite made a solid black, glistening tower. Ornately designed, its many floors showed access to many balconies and at the lower levels walk ways to other parts of the building. The tip was crowned with an amazing structure. An additional five stories made of eight tall spikes. Arching outwards to overhang the ground below before curving inwards again to almost meet at the very top, with only a four metre gap separating them. They looked almost like the blades of curved swords.
The bottom three stories joined to eight large buildings. All stretching down the hill like a spider. Whilst they had no use at the present time, Harry imagined them to be full of life soon enough. They were built out of the same magically infused granite and had a crescent shaped structure on the top of each end, all facing up to the tip of the tower, as if part of the crown on the Tower. Between each of these outcrops were rivers, trees, meadows, all which had existed before Harry had arrived.
Almost half a mile away from these outcrops was the defensive wall. Circling the Tower with a Castle Wall of almost forty metre height. It would prove to be a formidable opponent.
From above the structure looked as black as the night. A tower in the very centre with eight longer buildings radiating from the centre for almost half a mile and then a half mile space before a ring of stone secured its safety. The only gate into the city through the outer wall faced the low stone bridge across the river some way away.
It was a truly miraculous sight and the Headmaster had stared at it as it was steadily built, marvelling at the sheer amount of power that could so quickly and single-handedly build something almost the size of Hogwarts.
Harry himself set out to do the last task and that was creating the Dark Ring, a basically dark portal, that could link this place to any other place that he built a Ring. He had built one Ring in the Forgotten Realm and now with this Twenty Metre diameter Ring at his disposal, he could bring the Dark Elves to their new home.
Harry called Albus, Draco and Neville to watch the arrival. Draco didn't need an introduction, but Harry thought it best to be there when Albus and Neville met with the Dark Elves in case a conflict were to arise.
After checking that the others were ready, Harry waved his hand in a circle towards the Ring.
"Activus Forgotten Realm." He spoke as he ran his hand in a circle. The Ring filled with what looked to be a silver mist, not unlike that of a pensive.
They didn't have to wait long for the first of the five hundred Dark Elves began to arrive, laden with supplies and carts drawn by Threstrals and normal horses. Harry greeted the first through warmly. The Master of the Army, an elf by the name of Quasir Poultin. A formidable enemy even on his worst day.
It would take the next couple of days to bring across every Elf and their processions and the rest of the week to settle them in. They would occupy one of the Spindles, as Harry called the eight outcrops of building. And also the Arena between that Spindle and the next, but as there was no real boundaries, they could indeed go where they wished.
Their healers began work on the conversion of the second Spindle into a massive Hospital and the Master of the Army began work to convert a third into a barrack and training camp for his existing Army and for the future troops they hoped to train, like the Knights. The Dark Elves were efficient. The few farmers among them began the task of turning some of the outside land into arable fields, and planting food. The children of the race started to explore. Mainly inside the Towers many fire-lit halls, marble corridors, balconies and rooms.
Harry allowed them full reign, he had his own task ahead, building up the Towers ultimate defence and he needed the Magic Practitioners to help him in that task. It was time to charge up the crescents.
"Hey, Albus?" he called to the old headmaster, "You wouldn't happen to wish to join me in a little experiment?"
"Exactly what does that involve Mr Potter?"
"Please, don't call me that, Harry will do fine." He replied, "This Tower has another defence, I've seen you studying the crescents for a while. They are an experimental defensive system I have been coming up with. And I was wondering if you wished to help me charge it up. I could do with your knowledge on magic as well as your power levels, you only have to give as much as you want to, no more."
"Now I am intrigued, of course I will help you. I have a feeling this place might do with the additional defence. Lead the way."
"The rest of the team will meet us at the first site. We have to charge up the eight secondary crescents to start with. They will charge up the primary pool." As he said this he pointed to the parts, firstly to the end of one of the spindles that they were heading towards. One of the yet unused ones and then at the top of the Tower.
As they walked the five minutes in order to cross the Arena between the sixth and seventh Spindle he explained what needed to be done. The headmaster took it all in stride, working out exactly what would happen at each stage.
It was based on a Muggle idea of Tesla technology but using Magic instead of Electricity, meaning it could be used at Hogwarts. It would always be active and would strike out at any who meant serious harm to the City. Dealing out a deadly blow of raw magic to any enemies. It could be controlled by Harry or anyone that Harry trusted enough to give control to. Charging it up involved the powering up of all eight of the Secondary Crescents around the spindles, these would then charge up their corresponding Primary Crescents and when all eight Primary ones were charged then the Pool would fill between the crescents on the tip of the tower.
When it attacks it would strike from the main pool and as that depleted the secondary crescents would charge it up.
To work indefinitely the secondary crescents had to be able to recharge themselves and to be able to do that they had to be charged at the start with a massive amount of power, after that, the granite would pull magic from the air to recharge themselves. It had become evident in Harry's experiments that the Primary crescents, so close to the Pool, could not recharge themselves as they would inevitably pull the magic back out of the Pool and forming a nasty backlash which exploded his first attempt.
It took about an hour per Crescent to charge the whole system. With twenty powerful Magic users, pushing their magic into the Granite they could achieve the powering up of the crescents in a couple of days, leaving a night to recharge their own supplies.
Harry had rightly decided to do this now rather then wait until he needed to possibly go elsewhere.
So only two weeks after Harry had returned to the World the Stone Tower City was complete. A charged pool of Green Magic revolved above the tower, casting a surprisingly dull green light during the night hours. A green bolt of Magic swirled around each of the Lower Crescents ready to recharge the main crescents. It was an awesome sight to see and Harry was proud of himself.
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