Summary: Continues right after HBP (including spoilers). Harry is about to leave Hogwarts for good by himself against the will of his friends when a memory of something Dumbledore said before pops into his mind. Deciding to take action based on this memory, Harry decides to remain at Hogwarts for a while longer and train a bit more before going into the world on his own. What he discovers afterwards about himself and the world marks the beginning of a war of unimaginable proportions. This is a story inspired by Warcraft 3, Reign of Chaos. Also, bits of other shows and books are involved such as Matrix, Lord of The Rings, and Full Metal Alchemist (not enough to actually make it a crossover).
Disclaimer: I do not own any aspects of Harry Potter other than perhaps the actual books that are published. This is written for fun and definitely not profit. I also do not own anything relating to Warcraft. Anything here you recognize, I do not own it, and otherwise, it's probably my innovation or invention.
Arthur's Note: I think I'm late in updating again… sorry… but I have so many ideas that it's getting a bit hard. Also… school starts tomorrow for me… major bummer. I want to update once a week… but since there's my other story… it might be around three times a month instead (meaning that it's like… three updates this story, one update the other, three this, one other, etc.). Thank you to everyone that reviewed, I think I'm going to be responding to reviews today, but still only the main ones from last chapter. I've put a lot of thought into the first scene of the chapter, but I don't really know too much about the Australian outback and the traditions of the villages there and such. Therefore, I apologize for any offence that a reader may take due to how much I make up. I could do research, but I think you would rather have this chapter out first. That's all I really wanted to say… so therefore, here's the next twist… I mean chapter!
The Gathering Series Book One
The Gathering Twilight
Chapter Seven:
To Run And To LiveIt was late afternoon as the common folk of the Suk Nax village prepared for the night. Parents went about gathering up their children (some of the more "energetic" ones had to be caught by the village lower rank warriors). Guards of the village entrances switched shifts to return to their families for well-deserved meals. The elderly and the village council made their way contentedly towards the great fire that had been started in the middle of the village. Today was slightly different though, as children and adults alike were invited to the gathering for a monthly celebration.
As the sun fully set on the horizon, huge portions of meat, fruits and vegetables were taken out for cooking in the bonfire. The feast has begun as the dancers got out wearing little actual clothing and various headdresses and decorations along with markings on their lithe bodies. Various songs started with varying drumbeats as the dancers moved about the fire with rugged grace unseen in the modern society. With their movements, they spoke of great ancient heroes, their tales, and many other such topics.
After a few minutes, the food was being distributed, while the tempo of their exotic music slowed to a more relaxed pace. The dancers in turn moved more slowly and more gracefully in sync with the gentle breezes around them. All hearts were content as this continued, before they swelled up with happiness as the dancing picked up again after the meal. This time, many small children and the more carefree adults joined in, each adding their soundless voices to the story and sound. The laughter was contagious, and soon everyone clapped along as the wizened village chieftain joined in, seeming impossibly fit and flexible for someone of his age.
The Suk Naxans were a happy people, as could be seen through this event. Their village was one of the chosen 9, each of which held a secret that is a part of something much more important in the grand scheme of life. The villages were to protect their respective pieces until what legends say the Roven (own invention) will come to claim them to bring peace to the world. Different tales tell of different qualities of the beast, though three things were fundamental: the Roven was the offspring of the clever raven and the kind dove, the Roven was silver in colour, and the Roven was cursed with pain on the behalf of those he cared about.
It has been many generations since the founding of their village, and the tradition has still been kept. To help keep the future generations aware of their uniqueness from the other tribes of the Australian outback, the village holds a celebration once a month for the village shaman to tell the story of the Roven's past. In fact, it was about time now, for the shaman to speak.
A puff of red smoke and small bang signaled the need for everyone to become quiet. Used to this display, the villagers quickly quieted to hear the story of their origins once again. The story had been changed with each passing shaman, though they all made sure to tell the main point for sure.
The smoke cleared as the atmosphere became excited and expectant. From the middle of the flames, a man wearing a large multicoloured mask appeared, holding a bone staff that was made from a bone of the Roven (or so it was said). The mysterious shaman stepped from the flames and began to speak in a booming voice. (This is translated, if it was a T.V show, this would be subtitled.)
"Settle down my children, for your father has a tale. Hush my loves, for your love whishes to speak. Be quiet my father, for your son has brought news. Silence my warriors, for wisdom is the sharpest arrow. Have peace my guests, for we will teach you our ways. Calm down mother Earth, for we want to hear a story. Remain tranquil father sky, for we learn of your child." Near the end of the speech, the village shaman had nearly been talking in a whispered voice, as his volume had been dropping throughout his dialogue.
By now, almost everything was silent, except for the chirping of various creatures and animals and the soft whistle of the gentle breeze. "Now hear my story, given onto me by our ancestors. This is the tale that speaks of our lives, our purpose, and our futures. The story takes place before the beginning of the village, a time so far away that one would wonder if time has a beginning. We start with the Raven… clever and unpredictable…"
And so the story started, capturing everyone's attention. As usual, the story would go on for hours until three days have passed. Children had gone to sleep and awake at various points throughout the tale, while the adults were able to stay awake for they were used to this. Guards had to change shifts, but they had already known the story by their hearts. The elderly too, know the story by heart, and thus they helped prepare the food for he gathering.
By the evening of the third day (I'm not too sure about changing time zones, so forgive me if this is wrong) and the end of the story, something miraculous occurred. The night sky turned green and blue. All that were awake saw it, and felt fear in their hearts. "Alas! The omen of the first obstacle!" Cried the shaman, almost completely forgetting about the story that he was ending before. The villagers, having known the prophecy by heart, did as they were forewarned to do.
Within two hours (they were really prepared) everything in the village has changed. Each and every hut was empty, all provisions were packed and everyone was ready. All those that are not village hunters, warriors, or guards were beginning to abandon town. However, there were around two units of high ranked warriors and one unit of town guards that were escorting them. A small pack of hunters were also allowed to leave with the group, though they were sent more for providing emergency food instead of fighting.
The atmosphere was tense with sorrow and dread. One wouldn't have been able to tell that this village and the village hours ago were the same. Loved ones were saying their last goodbyes before finally, the time for departure had come. Once more than half of the village had been evacuated, the warriors began to set up traps and fortify the village walls (which were really just reinforced fences).
After another hour or so, everyone did what they could and waited for the inevitable to come. There was only one more thing to be done before whatever evil it was would confront them. They needed the village's four great protectors to come. As soon as they would get there, they thought that everything would be all right.
As the night became darker and thicker, the air around them became incredibly cold. It wasn't long after that they saw a dark figure walking towards them. There was only one person that was approaching them, but they knew not to underestimate their enemy as many of them were young and were underestimated themselves during their trials. As the figure came into the firelight, they saw a fearsome warrior. His tanned skin matched perfectly with his black hair and eyes. He was dressed similar to their fashion and wore the headdress of a fearsome warrior.
Before any words could be exchanged, the warrior triggered a trap and dozens of arrows were sent his way. When the resulting cloud of dust cleared, everyone was surprised that each and every one of the arrows had missed the warrior. He continued to move towards the village entrance, carrying a smirk that sent shivers down the bravest warrior's body. As he neared the village gates, the shaman approached him.
"Be gone you vile demon!" He shouted as he opened a small pouch and withdrew a small glowing fruit before breaking it to withdraw its nectar. Dripping the liquid on his staff, it glowed a soft green before it transformed into a spear. All of this took surprisingly a small amount of time before the spear was thrust into the direction of the strange soldier.
From what the ancestors had told him, once the spear was thrust into the demon, it should be defeated. However, it seemed that even after generations of passing this on, nobody realized to train the shaman for close combat with a spear. They paid dearly for their mistake and the demon easily dodged the attack before gripping the old man by his throat. This seemed to snap the attention of the village defenders before they all charged towards the demon.
However, with a wave of his free hand, everyone else stopped in their tracks before falling instantly into a deep slumber. Turning his gaze back towards the wrinkled man in his hand, he spoke in a deep and hollow voice. "Know today, that your village crumbles under the force of Mal' Ganis." With that last sentence as a farewell, Mal' Ganis snapped the neck of the shaman.
He then dropped the old man before closing his eyes and placing one of his palms onto the ground. A circle with various markings appeared before he began to chant. A sign that resembled something of a pentagram appeared on top of each of the slumbering warriors as their eyes began to open.
Glancing at their fallen shaman, the warriors shouted in fury before charging towards the Dreadlord. At least, they tried to charge before those closest to then fell into a strange trance as a green aura enveloped them. A few more seconds later, they awoke once more, this time with blank eyes and pale skin.
The fighters farther away looked on in confusion before those that were changed charged them with inhumane wails. Fear struck the hearts of those who were unaffected before each either fell dead or joined the ranks of their corrupted brethren. Those who managed to snap out of their trance began to fight back in vain before retreating to regroup and plan a move from there.
Once gathered in a small circle of about two-dozen warriors, their enemies halted in their tracks. Their confused expressions soon turned into ones of pure horror as their fallen companions were consumed in more light (this time yellow) before two skeletons stood in place of each dead body. Each skeleton brandished a scimitar and shield.
As each of the survivors tried to fight the coming unconsciousness that meant their own corruption, they failed to hear a shout in the distance. It appeared that the protectors of the village had arrived, but it was too late for the original defenders. They each allowed the darkness to take over them after praying for forgiveness and hoping that their families will be happy.
Two figures were approaching the battle scene, though when they got there the battle was over. There before them was an army of undead and corrupted Suk Naxan warriors. Both turned towards the center of all this to find a well built stranger with a questionable aura radiating about him. "Who are you?" One of them asked, looking at the aura barer while keeping his defense up.
Mal' Ganis sighed and shook his head slightly before answering. "Before I answer, is there anyone else that wants to know? I'm really getting tired of introducing myself over and over again." Seeing that both newcomers did not respond to his lighthearted attempt of easing the tension, Mal' Ganis did quick work to say his name.
"Hmm… I should conserve my forces…" The demon spawn thought out loud. He snapped his fingers and motioned for his army to back off and retreat. A blinding yellow light engulfed all of the once proud Suk Naxan warriors before they all disappeared, leaving behind only Mal' Ganis and his two new opponents. "I think I deserve to know your names?" He asked, more of a command than anything else.
The two arrivals narrowed their eyes before answering. "I am brother Scorpion." The one with spiked black hair and brown eyes stated. "I am sister Cobra." His companion said, with dirty blond hair that isn't seen often around the area and a strange shade of purple for her eyes. They both wore relatively the same thing, though there were obvious differences due to different genders. Scorpion was only wearing pants made of some hide or another while his apparent sister wore the same and a small white shirt and brown vest to cover her upper body.
Now, one may wonder why Mal' Ganis did not simply corrupt these two the same way he did the others, but there was a reason for that. These two were different. Upon sight Mal' Ganis could tell that these were real shamans. They weren't the type of shaman like that old idiot that he had dealt with. Rather, they were the serious ones that could summon and use spirits to fight him.
While corrupting and controlling them is possible, Mal' Ganis simply didn't have the power to do so at the moment. His trip from the other world had taken a good portion of his energy and not all of it had returned yet. "I don't have time for this." Mal' Ganis said to himself as he snapped his fingers again.
This time, two pillars of yellow light appeared along with a sound that resembled rushing water (those who played Warcraft three, I know this is a crappy description of the sound, but give me a break, eh?). Once the light cleared up, two people appeared behind Mal' Ganis, awaiting orders.
They too, were a man and a woman. However, their dress was much different than the brother and sister. The man had short wild black hair and dark eyes (they couldn't make out or care whether it was black or a dark brown). There was a blue cloth mask that covered from his nose down to the base of his neck, obstructing the view of his actual face.
There was a small slash over his left eye, but other than that, his pale skin seemed to be perfect and soft. He was also very muscular. While he wasn't as wide or broad shouldered as Mal' Ganis or some of the other previous defenders, he did have an air about him that screamed physical power. His lean chest was covered with a sleeveless shirt that clung to his muscles. The shirt was of the same colour and same material of his mask. One would wonder if the two articles of clothing were one. There were two dark belts that crossed his chest, making an "x" shape along his front and his back.
His forearms and the back of his hands were protected with silver buckler-type armour and his hands were covered with gauntlets (same colour) that were without fingertips. Another silver belt kept his baggy black pants onto him and his ensemble was finished off with black steel-toed boots. From what Scorpion and Cobra could see, his main weapon of choice was a great two-handed broadsword that was attached to his back.
His partner was similarly dressed, though instead of blue, she kept her outfit entirely in black. There was the same style mask, which only showed her opponents her sharp and brilliant green eyes and flaming red hair that reached to the small of her back in a ponytail. She didn't wear belts over her small black t-shirt; though along with the belt that held up her form-fitting black jeans were various gold and silver chains. From what anyone can see, her weapons of choice were two staves that were strapped to her slender back.
In spite of the seriousness of the situation, both looked rather bored and uninterested in what was going on. The man was putting all of his weight on his left foot, while his right leg was bent slightly, making it seem like he was leaning on thin air when coupled with his crossed arms. There was a small golden orb of light that was zooming around him, which he could catch and then release over random intervals of time. At his actions, his partner seemed to look a bit annoyed as one hand was on her waist while her other arm was dropped at her side rather limply.
Mal' Ganis sighed a bit before looking at his opponents. "I suppose you would want to know their names as well." He said dryly, before gesturing towards his subordinates. "James and Lily, meet Scorpion and Cobra. Some thing vice versa… yadda… yadda… yadda…"
There was another sigh before Mal' Ganis took on a more serious tone. "Lily, you're coming with me to catch the others from this village. James, you take care of these brats." With that, the girl, Lily, placed a hand on James's shoulder tenderly. In response, he gave a small nod before Lily and Mal' Ganis disappeared.
"Damn! We have to get to the villagers before them!" Scorpion said, as he and his sister began running in the direction of the evacuees. Before they could take more than three steps, however, an explosion occurred in front of them, causing both the fall backwards. As the smoke cleared, James's small gold orb of light appeared in a small crater. With a flick of his hand, the small ball returned to him.
"Sorry kiddies," James said, actually sounding apologetic. "I can't let you guys go, orders are orders." Unlike Mal' Ganis, the two didn't feel any maliciousness from the James person. While he did not seem human, he did not seem evil either. The siblings exchanged a look before giving each other a small nod. "King Scorpion!" The male defender shouted as several streaks of aqua light rushed towards him to for the shape of a giant scorpion. "Desert Hydra!" His sister responded as a similar event occurred, though a dark purple colour.
The situation was simple; James was standing before two giant creatures created of spiritual energy. However, despite panicking or running away like someone else might have, he merely yawned. "So… I'm supposed to shout out a fancy name while attacking right?" He asked lazily before raising his hand and pointing his palm towards the two shamans.
"Umm… big meteor-that-really-is-a-snitch attack…" he said half heartedly, though loud enough for the other two to hear. As soon as James finished "declaring his attack" a golden ball the size of Godzilla with four wings rocketed towards his enemies, shattering their beasts on contact. The two shamans fell towards the ground at an alarming speed before Scorpion reacted and re-summoned his beast, which in turn cushioned their fall.
Both coughed up a bit of blood, but were otherwise determined to fight him. "Ultimate poison!" Both shouted at the same time, making James flinch a little due to the noise. A small while afterwards, something that looked like a hybrid between a scorpion and a king cobra materialized in the place of the original scorpion. Deciding to waste no time, they commanded their combined creature to strike their opponent.
Their hearts became light as the strike hit dead on target; the fangs of the cobra had run through the chest of the enemy. Their happiness was short-lived as their eyes then widened in horror when the fang withdrew. This was when they distinctly heard James sigh in annoyance. Instead of spilling blood or creating a bloody wound, they basically punctured a black hole (not the type in space that sucks everything up, just a literal black hole) in his body. Soon afterwards, a black gas began to leak out of the wound at a near impossible rate. It wasn't long before the sibling shamans fell to the ground and their combined summon dissolved. The poison quickly killed the two.
James quickly fixed his shirt and his body regenerated itself. He then proceeded towards the bodies of the dead shamans to salvage them for Mal' Ganis. As he neared them, he quickly jumped back to avoid arrow. "Don't touch them!" Said a voice raw with emotion. He looked up quickly to find an old and frail man. "What did you do to my children?" He shouted, though probably already knowing the answer. "I was ordered to kill them. They did put a good fight though, you should be proud." He said cheerily, though nobody sane would really be happy in this situation.
The old man charged towards James, hoping to avenge his children, but even though he used to be one of the greatest protectors of the village when he was in his prime, he was nowhere near James's power now. And so, with one quick punch to the stomach, the old man fell. "Curse you!" He said, looking at him, "Who are you? Who would not let a father mourn for his children? Who aim to take the bodies of another man's offspring?"
James tilted his head a bit in confusion as he answered. "James Nathaniel Potter (I don't really know if he has a real middle name, but I just thought this was a cool name)" The old man spat at the ground in contempt as he looked at James. "You are a necromancer!" He shouted accusingly, finding a reason why James might want the bodies of his children. "You won't get them!" He said, voice going hoarse. The man concentrated for a moment before a white light engulfed the bodies of his children and the carcasses disappeared entirely.
Afterwards, the man looked at James again before smiling nastily. "Cursed be onto you!" He said as a red light began to form a link between the two. "May you one day feel the pain of having your children be killed before your eyes at the hands of a merciless killer! May their bodies be forever corrupted while you die of the guilt of being the cause of their suffering!" His smile grew wider and wider as the red light between them became stronger and stronger.
James's eyes widened as he struggled to catch his breath. The area where his heart would have been had he been alive pulsated as his body trembled with spasms of pain. The old man's smile left his face, however, at the red light was severed and a blue one was left in its wake. James gave off an inhumane smile as he savored the confusion and dread of the man underneath him. "Unlike your children," James said, as he began to regain sanity, "Mine is protected by fate." He laughed at the shocked expression of the man before continuing. "Besides, while it does hurt me a lot, you cannot place a curse on me. In fact, you cannot place a curse on anyone who is already dead." Before the man could register what was said, a flash of metal was all he saw as he drifted into the realm of death.
James stood up and gave a small sigh before picking up the body of the old man and heading towards the location of Mal' Ganis and Lily. It wasn't the best, but it was a decent body with quite a bit of spiritual energy despite its physical weakness.
When James arrived at the site of where Mal' Ganis was, he quickly saw that everything was finished here. It had been a quick repeat of what had happened at the abandoned village site. Quickly, the Dreadlord's new forces disappeared once more leaving only Mal' Ganis and the once dead Potters. James quickly gave a brief account of his battle before explaining why he was only able to bring the body that he did.
With the old shaman's spear (the one that was supposed to hit him) and various other small magical artifacts, Mal' Ganis nodded approvingly before saying his good bye and dismissing the two. James and Lily disappeared in a flash of light before his eyes, leaving him alone on the battlefield.
The Dreadlord smiled as he thought about his decision to revive James and Lily Potter, two of the strongest of those that were dead when he first arrived. This was turning out quite nicely. Many of his objectives were almost finished. He still had some thing to do though.
"You can come out now." He said, knowing there was someone that was watching him. A boy of about 12 years of age appeared, looking wearily at him. "If you want to have revenge for your family, go after a boy named Harry Potter, son of the man who killed them. If you want revenge for your village, try and attack me."
The boy was still with fear, wanting revenge but also afraid for his life. Mal' Ganis turned towards the boy and tossed the shaman's spear towards him. Would you like me to take you to him? After you kill him, you will be stronger. You may become strong enough to kill me. All you have to do, is beg me for mercy, and I'll take you to him."
With tears in his eyes caused by his hatred towards himself and this man before him, the boy got onto his knees and hands. That night, Mal' Ganis had his first real laugh in a long time, watching as the boy cowered and begged in front of him. It was also that night that another person became an enemy of Harry Potter. His name… Suk Naxa… named after a destroyed village of which he is the sole survivor.
Harry blinked as he woke up. He didn't remember much of what happened the night before, but he found himself in a rather comfortable position. Tonks was snuggled comfortably against his side. It was then that he remembered what had happened before he fell asleep.
He looked down with a soft smile. Yes, he wasn't alone in this, he reminded himself again. Harry then looked down at himself to see that he was still in the same state of undress as the previous evening. Examining Tonks, he finally found her wand in her pocket but failed to notice that she had awakened.
The problem was that the pocket was located on her rear and Harry just had to try and move to get it gently (he still thought she was asleep). Just before he was about to touch her wand, Tonks suddenly grasped his wrist and sat up pining him with a cold glare. "What do you think you're doing?" She asked in a cold tone with narrowed eyes. "Umm… borrowing your wand?" Harry replied confused about why there was this sudden change in attitude. Needless to say, what happened next caused the whole train to wake up.
It was a good thing that the compartment was hidden, because after a while, there was quite a crowd gathered around where their compartment door would have been had it not been hid with magic. Harry and Tonks both too a moment to breathe before Tonks started firing spells at Harry again, completely forgetting about last night. As a particular spell shot out of Tonks's wand and hit Harry's still bandaged arm, he gave out a cry of pain before collapsing onto the floor.
Thinking that he was faking it (after all, how could a tickling charm hurt someone?) Tonks grabbed Harry by the collar before seeing something gray beneath the bandages. Quickly unwrapping the bandages, Tonks gasped at what she saw. "Ha-Harry…" She stammered, not knowing what to say. "Your arm!" Harry looked at the Un-Arm and gasped too. Where once there would have been a shiny metallic arm, now it was completely made of stone, as if the entire thing had rusted and degraded.
Quickly grabbing Tonks's wand and conjuring cloths onto himself (standard black robes and cloak with sneakers), Harry grabbed the items he had noticed earlier from the table and stuffed them into a pocket. Then he sighed and sat down, motioning for Tonks to do the same across from him.
The next hour was spent with questions and explanations, though it was still rather awkward. During the time, however, Harry realized that the small pink orb was the resting Snuffles and attached it to a small-conjured fang before wearing it like an earring. While Tonks raised an eyebrow at the teen's actions, she did not mention anything as she continued with her question.
When the long talk was over, the train had started moving though faster than either of them was used to. There was silence in the compartment afterwards, as Harry returned Tonks's wand to her. They were both lost in their thoughts before their compartment door was thrown open.
Both occupants inside the compartment stared in shock at Hermione, Ron and Ginny while in turn; the three stared back (or rather, stared at Harry's scar). "Harry?" Hermione asked, eyes widen and mouth agape. The other two were along the same lines of thought. "Um… hi?"
There was another small period of silence before a small shriek was heard as Hermione and Ginny both tackled Harry in a tight hug. Unable to control himself, Harry let out a rather noticeable pained gasp. This caused the two to let go of him rather quickly before asking what was wrong. Harry quickly lied about something or rather along the lines of tripping before assuring his friends that he was all right. In all honest, he didn't remember a word that he said.
It was then that Harry noticed the conditions of his friends. Ron didn't count too much, because he looked fine and normal. However, Ginny's eyes were red and Hermione seemed pale. The three settled down as they began to talk. They told him and Tonks about how Hermione used every tracking and revealing charm she knew to find the door due to the commotion that was caused around here earlier and then trying various unlocking spells. When those didn't seem to work Ron was getting impatient so he decided the old "blow 'em up!" style of opening doors, and now there they were.
They all had a good laugh, though Harry could feel that something was wrong. Hermione continued to look pale and if asked if she were ok, she'd just put on a fake smile and say everything was fine no matter now many times you asked. Ginny kept staring at him, even when someone else was talking to her she would still keep her gaze on Harry. Now that Harry thought about it, all of his friends were staring at him. All three of the females were staring at him in a similar fashion, but he couldn't quite tell what they wanted. Ron's stare was just plain freaky, until he saw the same gaze that he had gotten from Ron so many times before. He was jealous.
Putting one and one together, Harry realized they wanted him to explain about his sudden changes. However, he was too preoccupied with other things at the moment, like how he could get in touch with Dumbledore again and why was his arm made of stone. Thus the train-ride continued with small talk and continuous stares. That is, until Ron lost his patience once more.
"All right Harry," Ron said, letting his annoyance show. "What the hell happened to you?" The other occupants of the compartment flinched at his voice while Harry remained impassive, something that made Ron even angrier. "What do you mean?" He asked, trying to find a way to avoid answering the question. "You know pretty well what I mean." Ron said coolly, with an equal amount of anger and curiosity.
"If I did then would I ask you what you meant?" This was a bit sneaky, as it implied that Harry really didn't know what he meant, while technically, it was a question. Ron scratched his head in frustration before his head shot up indicating that he had a brilliant idea. "I'll play you for it." Harry, not really paying attention, as he was lost in his thoughts again, nodded. "Sure, pick a game."
With the blink of an eye, a wizarding chess set was put out before them with the pieces set and everything ready. Ron, being white, made his move readily before waiting for Harry to move. Harry, in his defense, still wasn't paying too much attention and thus just played what his instincts told him too.
Five minutes in the game, Ron was getting a headache. Harry was just too confusing in this match. There were several occasions where he could have taken Ron's queen, but Harry just ignored it and did other moves. While this would have been welcome in Ron's mind, he noticed that whenever Harry moved differently, he was FORCED to move to certain places. Ron Weasley was being FORCED to move in chess, this was unheard of.
Though quickly, many pieces were shattered. Any traps Ron set up Harry rushed into eagerly, if just for the massacre that followed. If any of his pieces were able to check the king up to two moves ahead, Harry would pull defensive positions like there was no tomorrow. If Ron did delaying or defensive moves, Harry would go berserk with his pieces, using his pieces like suicide bombers in an all-out offense.
In the end of the match, both players had one pawn and one king left. However, Ron had another pawn near the other one. Instead of trying to advance his own pawn, Harry just continued to maneuver his king until Ron had no choice but to let one of his pawns get taken down. When Ron went after Harry's pawn in a sort of bluff-move (to get him to leave his other pawn alone) Harry actually ignored his piece's shouts about moving it and continued after Ron's second last piece.
Needless to say, it resulted in a stalemate much to the surprise of everyone watching. Before Ron could blow up with frustration, the train surprisingly stopped at platform nine and three quarters already. Before anyone could even say, "we're here", a huge blast and several cracks were heard in the hallways between compartments. For the second time that day, their compartment door was thrown open…
End Chapter Seven
A/N: Wow, that was kind of random. It was a spur of the moment thing to have Harry's parents back to life. Oh well… please tell me what you guys think. Once again, I'm sorry if anyone took any offence to my wording of certain phrases or if I insulted someone with my ignorance of the Australian traditions. I should be able to update once a week from now on… but I'm not sure if they'll all be this long. Forgive me if I don't update on time though… it's a school thing as I'm sure everyone can understand. Thanks to everyone who reviewed and here are your responses.
REVIEW RESPONSES:
Arc Angel Michael: I have my ways of pairing up Harry with the people you stated, however, I'm not so sure anymore about the black sisters due to the surprising about of people that DON'T want them. It's not that much… but I think almost ten for each now. I'm still probably going to include them… but I'm having doubts. Anyways, I agree with you about rushing romance, and I'm trying to hold it off. But last chapter was when Harry's experiencing the more emotional damages of the fight and it was an almost perfect time for comforting love. I also await your request… I'm sure it's going to be fun (I have a feeling).
Makotochi: Thank you for reviewing. I've taken into account about what you've said and hope in the end the result is to your liking. While it is true that Bellatrix and Narcissa are somewhat "evil", Narcissa is also described as being really hot (not direct quote… but the idea's there). I don't remember about Bellatrix though. These are considered more exotic pairings and are basically for a change in pace and a challenge for the writer/author. I hope that explains why people want them and I'm interested in writing about that. Though feel free to make your input.
John Steppenwolf: That's a rather interesting review. Umm… I think you have a right idea there about what Harry's appearance was like. However… I was thinking more along the lines of Onigumo (from Inuyasha if you watch it) in all his bandages. Though it's only appearance though… Harry's not a sadistic bastard that would sell his body to demons… would he? About the negative points… it's only to see if there are more people that don't want to see a person compared to people who want to see them. It's not a perfect plan, but I think it's fair. And I really would have liked it if you didn't suggest Dr. J because now I keep on thinking about giving Harry a Gundam. It's not going to happen in this book at least though but now I can't stop thinking about it. Thanks for your review. P.S: Harry didn't dump Ginny, they mutually agreed to split up. It was in the last chapter, I think, near the end in Dumbledore's funeral. I hope that helps, if you want a page number or something, please tell me.
Silvertrust: I know I said to respond to the longer reviews but I think I should clear up the fact that I can't understand German, though it would be interesting to learn it. Anyways, I'm glad that you like this story and I hope you can give me a translation of what you said in this review?
Lord Nithilius: Your wish is my command (this one anyways). So basically you want Harry to have a human arm (at least in appearance) but still the same abilities? I think that it. If that's not what you meant or if you want to change your request, please tell me. Anyways… thanks for your support.
Deadwilder: Thanks for your review. The end for this chapter was a bit rushed, because I wanted to get it out today, so I hope it's not too bad. There's going to be more… in-depth parts of his friends' reactions in the next chapter. As I've said before… the relationships are going to come slowly… I'm more of an action and violence guy… plus it's hard for me to write romance… but it'll still be there though.
Mrriddler: I've taken everything you've said into consideration. I wouldn't say this is a story based on other ideas if the plot is concerned, but you are entitled to your own opinion. What I'm planning is much more different than the original Warcraft storyline, though the characters are used. This is only because I like the game and characters… though I do appreciate you review.
Flametongue: Thanks for your review and I understand where you're coming from with your opinions. I think you should keep more of an open mind though as you can't just label Bellatrix the evil (fill in space hint: means female dog). That's what I think one of the purposes of fan fiction is. It's for a writer to interpret and plan the actions of their favourite characters in the ways that they feel most comfortable in. While I do not care too much what other people think of various ships and my ideas, I would like to ask you to respect what other people want and like in terms of shipping. I don't mean to sound cocky or anything… but that's just my opinion. There are some really good stories with Harry Bellatrix pairings. Though once again, you are entitled to your own opinion. Thanks for you input though… I like looking at things through various perspectives.
Pairing standings so far (if you vote for "anyone is fine" then everyone gets a vote, if you vote that you don't want someone, that'll be minus one for that person):
Narcissa Black: 37
Bellatrix Black: 33 (same because all negatives cancelled out with positives)
Gabrielle Delacour (age modified): 26
Daphne Greengrass: 20
Hannah Abbot: 11
Susan Bones: 14
Luna Lovegood: 13
Cho Chang (can't believe I forgot her!): 0 (wow!)
SPECIAL NEWS!
It seems that recently there's been a rise in people who don't want Bellatrix in. Now, I really planned originally to include her, however, if there's a lot of you that don't want her, I'll give her up, sort to speak. So for this chapter only, I urge everyone to vote ONLY about the issue of Bellatrix. It's a yes or no vote. If it comes out to more than ten people not wanting her compared to those that do, she's out. One last time… VOTE ONLY ABOUT BELLATRIX… no other votes will be counted for this chapter. Oh, and I also apologize for forgetting to take off Padma Patil last time. She's off now!
That's all for now.
U-T signing off
BYE!