Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonlance or Harry Potter, but is merely using the characters of these two works of fiction.
Ok, I have no valid excuse for not ending this story earlier. Sure I have been busy with school, but I've had lots and lots of spare time. I've simply been extremely lazy, and pretty much forgot about the fact that I could actually update this story.
I guess it is AU by now, since it takes place instead of Harry Potter book 6.
Harry woke up screaming, in the middle of the night. He had once again been plagued by dreams of Voldemort and Raistlin. The premise was the same as the dream he had the other night. However the ending was far more nightmarish. After the confused titbits of Voldemort and professor Raistlin (there was no longer any doubt in Harry's mind, who the other black-robed figure was) dark shadows reached up for his dream self. Shadows entangling and welcoming him into the darkness of their embrace, only to start strangulating him to the point of suffocation. When Harry felt his life running out, part of the shadows started melting together and form one giant eye looking at him mockingly, an eye with a form all to familiar - that of an hourglass.
Raistlin could feel the uneasiness of his subject matter, but paid it no heed. Throughout the last couple of days he had conducted research on Harry Potter, without the boy or anyone noticing obviously, and had concluded that Fistandantilus most likely had not been lying to him. The magic protecting this castle wasn't exactly perfect, and even though it took a bit of time to get around the security system, researching the boy from afar had been without any noteworthy trouble. Why Fistandantilus had not been able to get this boy yet was beyond Raistlin, who couldn't envision his former nemesis having any trouble abducting this boy. However no matter the reason it played right into his favour, and made it possible for him to return to the Abbys, without having to waste an extended amount of time in this world.
All that was left to do was the abduction itself. Raistlin knew that the boy was being surveyed and it would almost be an impossibility to get him without Dumbledore and the other teachers noticing. However it was a price he was willing to pay, even though he had to avoid combat for the sake of being able to overpower Fistandantilus when the time came.
Raistlin in the end decided on the simplest of actions, abducting the boy when it was least expected – in the middle of his class.
He prepared and braced himself for the next day, in which two hard battles would have to be fought, if he was unlucky.
Harry woke up the next morning, with a strange sense of foreboding, and would have gone straight to Dumbledore if it wasn't for the fact that it would seem downright foolish. Finally the time had come for him, to have "defence against the dark arts", and he entered the classroom, almost trembling. This however was not a new phenomenon to him, since he had felt that way about entering Raistlin's lessons ever since thatday.
"As you might remember, today is supposed to be training of practical defence against the dark arts", Raistlin's voice was heard. Harry immediately turned towards Ron who was his usual sparring partner. However Raistlin's voice quickly cut through to him: "Seeing as we are missing one of our dear classmates today, one of you will have to practice with me, Harry if I may?"
Harry washorrified by the prospect of sparring with professor Raistlin, but he had absolutely no valid excuse not to. Besides Harry knew, that Raistlin would accept no such thing as an excuse, from the brief time he had had him as his teacher.
Raistlin led Harry to one end of the classroom, clearly noticing that Harry was trembling. "There's nothing to be afraid of Harry…it's not like I'll suddenly send you to Voldemort's hideout, now would I?" He whispered so softly that no one, but Harry could hear him. Harry slowly looked up at Raistlin, his face widening in horrifying realization, which wasn't exactly calmed down by the mocking and sardonic smile, playing on Raistlin's face. Harry knew he had to run, he had to escape! However he was held by those glittering eyes, unable to move, unable to speak. "Well then, let's begin our little sparing match, shall we? Raistlin whispered and made a bow so respectful that Harry wasn't sure whether it was mocking or not. However once Harry saw Raistlin's eyes there was no longer any doubt in his mind, this Raistlin was mocking him, and enjoying every moment of it, immensely.
Harry could do nothing as the transporting spell washed over his mind, and he could feel himself being drawn away. However they were not alone in the room, and Hermonie realising the true nature of the spell Raistlin was, deliberately slowly to mock Harry further, casting quickly ran towards the two, closely followed by Ron who only needed one look at Hermonie's face to know that something was wrong.
Dumbledore was sitting in his office, when he suddenly realised that 3 of his students, 3 students he knew all to well, was being teleported away from the castle. "An impossibility on Hogwarts grounds!", was his first thought. His second was far more terrifying: "Have I underestimated his true powers this much?". He quickly traced the transporting spell. It seemed like even professor Raistlin's spells, were not immune to such things, since he had no problem figuring out where they had gone off to.
There was only one plan of action, and Dumbledore took it immediately. He quickly flew of the school grounds, after which he teleported himself, to where he knew Raistlin and the others were.
Raistlin who had felt those other foolish younglings run into his spell's sphere of effect, decided that stopping them from being teleported along would consume more energy than ignoring them, and possibly killing them later on. However they were a nuisance and he reprimanded himself on taking to too much joy in the whole ordeal, instead of getting it over and done with.
He could feel that Fistandantilus was near, but apparently he was not interested in coming out right now. Raistlin realised why, right away, as a familiar old man suddenly appeared in front of him.
So that was Fistandantilus idea, to let Raistlin exhaust himself by battling Dumbledore, after which he would attack him. Not something which Raistlin hadn't foreseen, on the other hand he already knew this to be the most likely outcome. "It seems like you still have not grasped the difference in our powers as of now, Fistandantilus", Riastlin sneered. All he had left to do was hoping for his own calculations to be true.
Harry looked at Raistlin and Dumbledore with terror in his eyes, while Ron and Hermonie had more of a surprised look.
"Who is this Fistandantilus?", Dumbledore asked with a string of concern in his voice. "The one you call Voldemort, originates from the same world as I do, he and I are both bitter enemies and closer allies than you can possibly imagine", Raistlin answered calmly, knowing that most of it would be utter rubbish to the listeners.
"So you are in league with each other", Harry cried out, having found his will to speak once again.
"More like a forced truce, in a battle I have already won, but from your point of view – yes", Raistlin said looking at Harry almost amused.
"I guess I have no choice, but to fight you", Dumbledore said, in an almost tired voice. He was already aware, what the outcome of this battle would be. It now seemed like a hopeless dream to save Harry, considering that two dark wizards, one more powerful than the other was after him. "At least tell me, why do you need Harry?", Dumbledore asked, "Voldemort, or Fistandantilus as you call him, wants to kill him for the sake of the prophecy and the sake of revenge, but what about you?"
"This boy holds the key to getting out of this world, and back to my own. If you think about it, it is a very simple matter to choose my line of action in this situation. I may choose to remain here, accomplishing nothing, or sacrifice yet another insignificant life for the sake of my greatest ambition. There's nothing to raffle about, and I'm sure Fistandantilus is thinking, if not the same, at least along the same lines. As I have understood it, he was even willing to go through 14 years of spirit existence, although that concept is all but new to him, to accomplish this. But enough talk, let's get this over with".
Raistlin launched a magical wave towards Dumbledore who managed to defend himself, even though his magical shield was already crumbling. Dumbledore, determined to save Harry, launched a hazardous attack at Raistlin, an attack which was absorbed by Raistlin's shield. However, by spending his concentration on strengthening the front of his shield, Raistlin had no chance to defend against the attack Fistandantilus now shot at him from behind.
"I'm surprised that you would be this naïve, little mage", Fistandantilus gleefully sneered," Now that was the hard part, time to take care of the old fool."
Raistlin laughed inwardly at the idiocy of the ancient dark mage, while hiding himself perfectly well, within the shadows nearby, suppressing his own magical aura. To think that they would be so easily fooled by an illusion was laughable. He watched as Dumbledore and Fistandantilus battled on, Fistandantilus having the clear advantage, he watched as Fistandantilus was about to deliver the final blow – and then, he acted. With all his might he cast a dark spell of his own, upon the unprotected Fistandantilus, however making sure that the lich would survive. After all, only the lich knew where the rest of the ingredients had been hidden and the details of the world-travelling spell.
He walked back onto the scene just as Dumbledore drew his last breath. Fistandantilus managed to turn around, looking at him with the expression of someone who knows he has been tricked. "You may tell me where the rest of the ingredients are, and don't forget to tell me how the magical spell works. If you do not comply, I have various…means of making you more willing." Raistlin uttered in his usual soft whisper, which was more frightening than any bellowing warrior could ever hope to be.
Fistandantilus knew, he had no way to make Raistlin stay in this world any longer, and the best he could hope to do was tricking Raistlin into taking him back with him. Not an impossible task, but it would require some willpower. After having the lich's consensus Raistlin turned around to get the attention of Harry and the others. However Ron and Hermonie were standing protectively in front of Harry, who was trying to make them move away by all his might.
"You are no different from Voldemort!", Hermonie cried out disgusted. "You and he are of the same kind, you have no heart!" Ron supplemented. Raistlin laughed. It was a chilling laugh, frightening even the 3 brave students. "And who ever said that I have to play by your rules?", Raistlin asked mockingly, "Your morals, your feelings of right and wrong, they are no concern of mine. Now step aside or you will surely die."
The two trembled in their decision, but they stood their ground. Raistlin, who wanted to get this whole ordeal over with, cast a single spell killing Ron in a matter of seconds. Hermonie and Harry looked at Ron in shock, until it dawned upon them what had happened. Harry attacked Raistlin blinded by rage and sorrow; however he was not up to the challenge – at all. Raistlin bound him within dark shadows, shadows that bound not only the body, but also the mind.
Raistlin decided not to waste anymore time at this place, and went to Fistandantilus. "The time has come, master mage", Raistlin said, with his usual hint of sarcasm, "Now show me the fruit of your hard labour! How are the details of this spell?".
Fistandantilus stood up grudgingly: "First we'll have to get the ingredients, which I am not keeping here. You will of course stand for the transportation to them, no?"
Raistlin teleported them away immediately, just as Hermonie recovered herself from the shock. She ran towards the disappearing mages, but inevitably she was too late. She began screaming and beating the ground with all her might, which obviously helped no one. However sometimes, outlets for your frustrations are the only possible action left to you, as it was in this case.
Raistlin and Fistandantilus arrived at their destination moments later. Finally the end was drawing near! Raistlin could feel the euphoria of success whirling within him. Now he could at last move on with his ambitions, and he had no doubt – the queen would fall.
After receiving instructions from Fistandantilus, Raistlin was preparing for the spell. Unfortunately he had no idea exactly how big of a toll the spell would have on his powers, so he did not dare killing the lich once and for all, at this moment.
He started the spell, recognising the familiar ecstasy of the magic flowing through him. The boy…the power of the love protecting him was now needed. Raistlin called upon his sacrifice who was now peacefully unconscious within his shadow binding. Raistlin proceeded to release the power within the boy, at the same time letting the life flow out of Harry's body – an unavoidable side effect.
Fistandantilus looked on in silence, with a grudging respect for the power of the young mage. However it was mixed with a bitter feeling of defeat. "After going through all this, there's no way in the Abyss that I'll let it all go to waste. After having created the perfect ingredient by paying in my own blood…oh how painful it was, Lilly Potter. I knew I needed someone protected by love, someone who had that power flowing through him/her. However such a being was not possible to find, no matter how much I tried. I took the only logical consequence, and created one myself. I knew what would happen, when I attacked the Potters that night, I even helped it along. While this world was interesting at first, and I had lots of fun after possessing that Tom, I grew bored of it. Losing my body for a while was a price I was more than willing to pay…after all I've never believed in any such nonsense as prophecies. Here I am at the end of my plan, and once again he is trying to ruin it. I cannot let this happen!"
However, Fistandantilus was quite sure that he would have the chance to slip along with Raistlin into the spell, so he had no real worries and proceeded to gather the last of his magical powers.
At last it was done! Raistlin having opened up corridors between worlds could feel the sanction it had on his powers. He leaped forward concentrating his mind on the Abbys. However something black went past him, and he knew in that instant it was Fistandantilus. With all of his remaining power that he dared to use, he tried to kill the lich once and for all. However Fistandantilus apparently had a bit of power left as well, and managed to barely survive. There was nothing more Raistlin could do about it, and he decided to let the lich go. After all, he could not change the flow of history, by virtue of being one of the original races.
Fistandantilus woke up, only to find out that the last spell Raistlin cast had destroyed his physical body. The spirit of Fistandantilus realized where he was though – Krynn. In 200 years time he would posses the body of a young magic-user named Raistlin Majere…after all Fistandantilus was also a victim to the flow of time.
Hermonie in spite of her deep sorrow managed to teleport herself back to just outside Hogwarts grounds. There she was found by Hagrid, who carried her back to the school grounds. The wizard world could once again be at ease, now that Voldemort had apparently been annihilated. However this was at the price of deep sorrow among friends and family to the lost ones. Not to mention the loss of a great wizard - Albus Dumbledore.
As for Raistlin I'd suggest reading "Test of the Twins" page 92…not to mention the entire Legends series.
So this is it, finally I ended this story. One thing I now know is that I am definitely not cut out to be an author (well, I knew that already), since I only write on something whenever I feel like it.
It is not really that great, it's not even good. However it is the only completed one of its kind that is at least semi-in-character…
I thank everyone who have reviewed, be it negative or positive reviews in nature. I know I've had some spelling and grammar problems in this story, especially in the start. Quite frankly, I also think that my first chapters are horrible to look upon in terms of spelling, writing and grammar. However I've decided not to go back and rewrite them, for two reasons:
1. I made these mistakes as a natural part of my English development, so I shouldn't hide them in embarrassment, even if that is how I feel about it
2. As you may have realized, I'm extremely lazy.
I'm still no spelling and grammar prodigy (well, what do you expect? English is my second language after all), however I do think I have improved a lot compared to when I started this story.