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I am completly overwhelmed, that my sad attempt at writing a fanfiction have gotten so many reviews. And I sincerely apoligise for the lack of updates.
Oh and Kilyn Bloodstone, thank you for reviewing although my writing style sucks compared to yours... And I tried making it in italics when people speak, hopefully that should make it easier to read.
To all other's who reviewed, I'm very honoured, and honestly don't deserve it. But Many, many thanks anyway
In raistlins room:
Raistlin was lying in his bed relaxing after a particulary nasty cough attack. Damn that body, it had been such a relievement, to have another body, after taking down Fistandantilus. But this was yet another price to pay for his own foolishness... he should just have killed that damn kender, or destroyed the time travelling device... Of course the biggest problem was the fact, that he was now stuck in another world, although it proved to be a rather interesting... experience. That kid, Harry Potter, who had survived to be attacked by Voldemort (according to Snape's mind) did certainly have a special aura around him. Not like it felt particulary strong, nor was the boy particulary good. But even though the boy himself seemed weak, he had the traces, of very powerful magic.
Another thing he could feel in him, was the link to another powerful wizard, probably this Voldemort. The link to the other wizard was interesting, much like the way, he had once been with Fistandantilus. Maybe he could use this for something, he didn't know yet, but the more knowledge he had, the more possibilities there was as well. Maybe he could make a deal with this Voldemort, through the boy. Because even though, Voldemort was not on his own level, he seemed pretty capable, and if he could do nothing to help him, he could always use his magic powers...
The great hall:
Harry, Ron and Hermonie, was sitting together as usual. They conversation, quickly turned to the test they had taken earlier this day.
"It sure was hard" , Ron said "that guy is evil!" "nah , it wasn't really that bad" Hermonie added, between mouthfuls of foods "Besides, it's not fair to call him evil, haven't you heard how he coughs? I rather pity the guy" "Really?" Harry said "I also think there is something very strange about him, like why he almost never comes to eat here" Actually "strange" was a bit of an understatement, Harry had felt very uncomfortable during the test, like Raistlin was studying him alone.. "well i think the walk is too long for him " Hermonie said, "I mean every time he comes to the classroom, he looks exhausted enough" "Yea your probably right" Ron said, his mouth full of food. Then the topic changed, and they talked about other things, the rest of the evening.
The next day, defence against the dark arts:
Almost all of you performed remarkably well, on the practical part of the test yesterday, the written part on the other hand... seems to course a lot of you trouble" Raistlin said, in his usual soft voice, before handing back their tests (well actually he had Neville handing them back their tests, but that's besides the point) When all of them had gotten their tests, Harry sat without his. He put his hand up, and Raistlin who quickly noticed, asked: "Yes Mr. Potter?" "Professor, i haven't gotten my test back" Harry said "Ok, have any students, gotten 2 tests?", Raistlin asked, but none answered. Then he spoke to Harry again: "It seems like i have... forgotten it, could you come to pick it up later?" "we.. well, yes professor" Harry answered a little nervously.
After the lesson ended, Harry quickly left with Ron and Hermonie. "Are you really, going to his office all alone?", Ron asked a little worried. Harry answered, "Oh relax, it's not like i am going to Voldemort's place, now is it...?" trying to hide his own nervousnesses.
In Raistlin's office:
Now that the boy would come, it should be no problem to come in contact with this Voldemort. He was surprised that these mages were so easy fooling. Seriously, forgetting a single test, to believe in that... On the other hand, there was of curse no reason, that they would suspect a teacher. At last he heard a knock at the door, and prepared himself, for what was to come...
Harry stood outside the door, waiting to be let in. As soon as he knocked the door however, he could hear Raistlin coughing inside the office. It sounded pretty bad, and Harry began to worry. He pushed open the door, to find his teacher, bend over, and coughing up blood. "Professor! Professor are you alright?" Raistlin tried to answer, but his words were caught by another coughing fit. Harry gently helped him to the bed, purely on instinct. At last, it seemed like Raistlin got better, and Harry felt relieved. "I'm sorry about that Harry..." Raistlin said, silently cursing his bad health. On the other hand, this could work to his advantage as well... "Harry I'm a little weak right now, could you support me, while I get standing? Raistlin asked, hiding a sardonic smile... "Of curse professor" Harry answered, any distrust he had towards Raistlin forgotten in the moment...
As soon as Harry took his arm, Raistlin forced his mind into the magical bonds, that bound Harry and Voldemort. Harry let out a silent scream, but could not think, for sheer pain.
Raistlin on the other hand followed the corridors of magic, until he came to the other end of the bonds. It was an impressive force indeed, it properly rivalled that of Fistandantilus... Then he talked to the other mage: "I am Raistlin Majere, a mage who have come to this land, from far away, I have a proposal to make." The other mage seemed shocked, and slowly turned around... When they both stood face to face, and there was two surprised exclamations of: "YOU?"
OK, pretty short chapter, and with a cliffhanger... But if I was ever to update this story again, I just had to write something, you know?
Any ways, I will try to update a bit more, from now on. Oh and don't worry even though I update slowly, this will be a pretty short story, and is therefore bound to end at some point...