Catcher
Disclaimer; I own absolutely nothing that you have heard of from the five books by J.K. Rowling and anything that is from other stories that I copied without realising it. Other then that the ideas are just my imagination causing problems.
A/N; This chapter pops back to Harry's point of view. And there is a cliff-hanger at the end, but you will live, I had a bad day cause I am ill, but I left the evilness till the end to be nice even though my neck is killing me. Tell me what you think of Harry's gift, I did my best to keep it original and I have never read any like it before! Review! That's an order. Kidding, enough babbling read!
Chapter 3; Initiation
Harry Potter came back to reality in a brightly lit room that reminded him slightly of a hospital front entrance. Though there was no receptionist and no people around. The room was a four-sided cube and as far as Harry could see there was no door and no windows. The other thing that got to Harry was that there was no light on the ceiling but the room was lit brighter then any room he had seen before. He shrugged it off by reminding himself that it was magic.
"Hello," he called although he never really expected a response. "Is anyone here?"
Silence greeted him, though he wasn't scared. He had put up with worse before now, either in dreams or in reality. He looked around the room in hope of something, or someone familiar. He didn't recognise anything. He started towards one of the walls, the closest one to him.
He ran his hand over the wall and pulled it back as if he had been shocked by electricity. He gently placed his palm back up onto it and felt the warmth of something inside it, as though it was alive, trying to pull him into it. He applied a little pressure and his hand disappeared through the wall, he pulled it back quickly and then after making sure it was still there plunged it recklessly back through.
"Ah!" He yelped. He had been looking at the point where his arm met the wall when he had felt hands grab his wrist on the over side and before he knew it, it was yanking him through.
He fell through and managed not to fall on the floor. When he collected himself and took his hand away from his wand in his jeans pocket that his hand had flown to almost as soon as he had come through the wall.
"Please wait here!" It was more of an order then a request and Harry looked up into the blue-grey eyes of a woman who Harry guessed was in her late thirties. But it was always difficult to guess a witch's age as they aged slower then muggles and it varied between different witches and wizards.
The woman headed to a wall, which was slightly red compared to the white of the other wall.
"Wait! Where am I? Who are you?" Harry called out but just got a wave from the witch as she told him to sit tight and enjoy the view.
Harry was about to ask what she meant when she stepped through the wall that she was heading to and he realised what she meant. On of the walls was a red-white colour and one was pure white. He assumed that was where he had come through because the other wall, which was curved to join both other walls in a curved quarter of a circle, was a pane of glass.
Walking over to it he ran a hand across it and found that it was perfect, no seams or scratches. As far as he could tell it was one sheet, twice as long as his dormitory wall back in Hogwarts.
His attention was drawn to the scenery behind. All he could see at first glance was blue as far as you could see. Then he realised what he was looking at. An ocean that stretched to the horizon in front and to his sides. He couldn't see any land and he thought that he should bet that there was no land behind him either.
The waves were about ten-feet high and the crests lay about twenty feet below him. He had never really been out to sea before and was amazed by the sight before him. His hand instinctively went to the glass wall, because it couldn't really be called a window, and his palm lay against the glass. Just like before in the entrance room.
He started to feel the touch of the wind against the glass, as it picked up and played around the curves of the building. He felt the stray salt-water droplets as they hit the glass and relished the feel of the sea against his face. The fact that he should have been inside a building only touched at the back of his mind.
He closed his eyes lazily and focused on the feeling. He opened them again and gasped at the sight in front of his eyes. He was cold, and he felt the wind tugging at his hair and clothes. He could see a structure in front of him and felt as if he knew its surfaces and the touch of the metals.
He was floating about half a mile from the structure.
The building was raised on massive stilts in the middle of the ocean. The rain that fell on it ran down the windows and metals that made up the structure. The three overlapping domes that made up the structure were covered in ornate patterns that captured his eyes.
He came back to the room as a hand touched his shoulder.
"Mr. Potter," the voice sounded only slightly concerned but sounded like it was only repeating the same thing again. Harry wondered how long he had been standing there. "You looked like you were day dreaming." That answered his question, he hadn't left. This was getting weirder all the time, he thought to himself.
Harry turned and looked into the blue eyes of a tall, old man. The woman behind him was the one that had first met him and her blue-grey eyes met his momentarily as Harry caught the concern in them.
"They probably think I'm mad, for ignoring them as I stared out of the window," Harry though in his mind. He decided not to mention it to them yet and find out who they were.
"Who are you?" He ventured.
"My name is Valice Aurta," said the man kindly as he shook Harry's hand, he motioned towards the women while stepping sideways, "This is Alandria Quintis." The woman bowed slightly to Harry which Harry returned having seen many do before in England.
"What am I doing here?" He asked and was replied by being led to a sofa to sit. The two others sat in the sofa opposite him.
"This might be a bit hard to understand at first Mr. Potter, but you are here because you were chosen by a Zalot. There are only a few Zalots left in this world and they all live here."
"Where is here, Sir?"
"Mr. Potter, please call me Valice," he responded and waited for Harry's nod before continuing, "this is the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. We are as far from land as it is possible and still be on Earth."
"We are Human, Mr. Potter, just quite old. We stop aging at a point in our lives," Alandria continued, "I myself am over five hundred and Valice here is two hundred and fifty, he is the youngest member here."
However shocked Harry was by their ages he shook it off. "What is this place?" He asked.
Alandria answered again, "This is the domed city of Atlantis, it is over fifteen thousand years old and is the base for the Order of the Zalot. She used to reside at the bottom of the ocean but magic raised her and placed her above the water here."
"Excuse me for being rude, but what does that have to do with me?"
Valice answered this time, "Like I said before, you have been chosen by a Zalot to serve in the Order. As the letter said it is your choice whether you join. Your life in England wouldn't be forfeit and the people there would hardly miss you."
"I want to join," Harry said with conviction. "What do I have to do?"
They didn't sound surprised by this and settled to telling him all about the orders command structure and his training. He would stay there for a month as a trainee, returning to England for the start of school but would still come for training.
"As it is still quite early the Maesters want us to start your initiation." Seeing Harry's look, she continued, "It is how we discover your level and gifts in magic."
She sounded overjoyed by this concept. Valice explained, "She is excited because your Zalot is one of the most powerful and is the oldest here, and would only pick a truly powerful partner."
"Don't hold out on that," Harry muttered to himself.
"Please follow us and we will explain the procedure on the way." With that they pulled him through the wall, it felt like it was just air and by the time they walked one hundred metres down the hall Harry realised that there were no doors, just red-white walls. "The procedure is easy, Harry, all you must do is allow the crystal to take some of your blood and it will tell us what gifts you control and your level of magic."
"What's a level?"
"Well it is a figure that determines the bodies ability to draw on the earth's magical strength. Basically the higher the number the faster and better your control of magic." Valice explained. "Most people do not share their limits freely with others, but since we have to know yours and so do the Maesters, it won't hurt to tell you ours. Mine is a level of 870, and Alandria's is 930."
They must have seen the blank look on Harry's face, "Normal muggles have a value of about 30, which is the magic that keeps someone alive, and some have a limit of 100 which is someone with a lot of luck but can't control magic. Most Wizard and Witches are around 200 to 400. I believe Merlin when he joined was about 1160. That's very high. The Maesters are so far unequaled at about 1500 but no one is certain what they are exactly. As I said before most of the member prefer to keep it secret."
This was obviously why these things always exited Alandria. They arrived at the room they need and passed through the wall, into a room like the one they had just left, with the same wall of glass.
Harry was shown to a desk with three seats on, he chose one and sat as the other two took the others.
"Right Harry all you need to do is touch the stone with the palm of your wand hand. I warn you though, this opens you up to your gifts and can hurt at times," Valice stated, "When you are ready."
Harry barely hesitated but dropped his hand onto the crystal and let the burning take over his hand.
He looked over at the others who looked reassuring to him, and he slid his eyelids closed. Five seconds later the pain started, his eyes shot open and he let out a gasp as pain spread out from his head and down his neck. He met the concerned eyes of Valice and Alandria. The thought that this wasn't supposed to happen was his last thought as he slid into unconsciousness, for the second time that day.
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Thanks to my two reviewers; Yana5 and Slim5
Disclaimer; I own absolutely nothing that you have heard of from the five books by J.K. Rowling and anything that is from other stories that I copied without realising it. Other then that the ideas are just my imagination causing problems.
A/N; This chapter pops back to Harry's point of view. And there is a cliff-hanger at the end, but you will live, I had a bad day cause I am ill, but I left the evilness till the end to be nice even though my neck is killing me. Tell me what you think of Harry's gift, I did my best to keep it original and I have never read any like it before! Review! That's an order. Kidding, enough babbling read!
Chapter 3; Initiation
Harry Potter came back to reality in a brightly lit room that reminded him slightly of a hospital front entrance. Though there was no receptionist and no people around. The room was a four-sided cube and as far as Harry could see there was no door and no windows. The other thing that got to Harry was that there was no light on the ceiling but the room was lit brighter then any room he had seen before. He shrugged it off by reminding himself that it was magic.
"Hello," he called although he never really expected a response. "Is anyone here?"
Silence greeted him, though he wasn't scared. He had put up with worse before now, either in dreams or in reality. He looked around the room in hope of something, or someone familiar. He didn't recognise anything. He started towards one of the walls, the closest one to him.
He ran his hand over the wall and pulled it back as if he had been shocked by electricity. He gently placed his palm back up onto it and felt the warmth of something inside it, as though it was alive, trying to pull him into it. He applied a little pressure and his hand disappeared through the wall, he pulled it back quickly and then after making sure it was still there plunged it recklessly back through.
"Ah!" He yelped. He had been looking at the point where his arm met the wall when he had felt hands grab his wrist on the over side and before he knew it, it was yanking him through.
He fell through and managed not to fall on the floor. When he collected himself and took his hand away from his wand in his jeans pocket that his hand had flown to almost as soon as he had come through the wall.
"Please wait here!" It was more of an order then a request and Harry looked up into the blue-grey eyes of a woman who Harry guessed was in her late thirties. But it was always difficult to guess a witch's age as they aged slower then muggles and it varied between different witches and wizards.
The woman headed to a wall, which was slightly red compared to the white of the other wall.
"Wait! Where am I? Who are you?" Harry called out but just got a wave from the witch as she told him to sit tight and enjoy the view.
Harry was about to ask what she meant when she stepped through the wall that she was heading to and he realised what she meant. On of the walls was a red-white colour and one was pure white. He assumed that was where he had come through because the other wall, which was curved to join both other walls in a curved quarter of a circle, was a pane of glass.
Walking over to it he ran a hand across it and found that it was perfect, no seams or scratches. As far as he could tell it was one sheet, twice as long as his dormitory wall back in Hogwarts.
His attention was drawn to the scenery behind. All he could see at first glance was blue as far as you could see. Then he realised what he was looking at. An ocean that stretched to the horizon in front and to his sides. He couldn't see any land and he thought that he should bet that there was no land behind him either.
The waves were about ten-feet high and the crests lay about twenty feet below him. He had never really been out to sea before and was amazed by the sight before him. His hand instinctively went to the glass wall, because it couldn't really be called a window, and his palm lay against the glass. Just like before in the entrance room.
He started to feel the touch of the wind against the glass, as it picked up and played around the curves of the building. He felt the stray salt-water droplets as they hit the glass and relished the feel of the sea against his face. The fact that he should have been inside a building only touched at the back of his mind.
He closed his eyes lazily and focused on the feeling. He opened them again and gasped at the sight in front of his eyes. He was cold, and he felt the wind tugging at his hair and clothes. He could see a structure in front of him and felt as if he knew its surfaces and the touch of the metals.
He was floating about half a mile from the structure.
The building was raised on massive stilts in the middle of the ocean. The rain that fell on it ran down the windows and metals that made up the structure. The three overlapping domes that made up the structure were covered in ornate patterns that captured his eyes.
He came back to the room as a hand touched his shoulder.
"Mr. Potter," the voice sounded only slightly concerned but sounded like it was only repeating the same thing again. Harry wondered how long he had been standing there. "You looked like you were day dreaming." That answered his question, he hadn't left. This was getting weirder all the time, he thought to himself.
Harry turned and looked into the blue eyes of a tall, old man. The woman behind him was the one that had first met him and her blue-grey eyes met his momentarily as Harry caught the concern in them.
"They probably think I'm mad, for ignoring them as I stared out of the window," Harry though in his mind. He decided not to mention it to them yet and find out who they were.
"Who are you?" He ventured.
"My name is Valice Aurta," said the man kindly as he shook Harry's hand, he motioned towards the women while stepping sideways, "This is Alandria Quintis." The woman bowed slightly to Harry which Harry returned having seen many do before in England.
"What am I doing here?" He asked and was replied by being led to a sofa to sit. The two others sat in the sofa opposite him.
"This might be a bit hard to understand at first Mr. Potter, but you are here because you were chosen by a Zalot. There are only a few Zalots left in this world and they all live here."
"Where is here, Sir?"
"Mr. Potter, please call me Valice," he responded and waited for Harry's nod before continuing, "this is the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. We are as far from land as it is possible and still be on Earth."
"We are Human, Mr. Potter, just quite old. We stop aging at a point in our lives," Alandria continued, "I myself am over five hundred and Valice here is two hundred and fifty, he is the youngest member here."
However shocked Harry was by their ages he shook it off. "What is this place?" He asked.
Alandria answered again, "This is the domed city of Atlantis, it is over fifteen thousand years old and is the base for the Order of the Zalot. She used to reside at the bottom of the ocean but magic raised her and placed her above the water here."
"Excuse me for being rude, but what does that have to do with me?"
Valice answered this time, "Like I said before, you have been chosen by a Zalot to serve in the Order. As the letter said it is your choice whether you join. Your life in England wouldn't be forfeit and the people there would hardly miss you."
"I want to join," Harry said with conviction. "What do I have to do?"
They didn't sound surprised by this and settled to telling him all about the orders command structure and his training. He would stay there for a month as a trainee, returning to England for the start of school but would still come for training.
"As it is still quite early the Maesters want us to start your initiation." Seeing Harry's look, she continued, "It is how we discover your level and gifts in magic."
She sounded overjoyed by this concept. Valice explained, "She is excited because your Zalot is one of the most powerful and is the oldest here, and would only pick a truly powerful partner."
"Don't hold out on that," Harry muttered to himself.
"Please follow us and we will explain the procedure on the way." With that they pulled him through the wall, it felt like it was just air and by the time they walked one hundred metres down the hall Harry realised that there were no doors, just red-white walls. "The procedure is easy, Harry, all you must do is allow the crystal to take some of your blood and it will tell us what gifts you control and your level of magic."
"What's a level?"
"Well it is a figure that determines the bodies ability to draw on the earth's magical strength. Basically the higher the number the faster and better your control of magic." Valice explained. "Most people do not share their limits freely with others, but since we have to know yours and so do the Maesters, it won't hurt to tell you ours. Mine is a level of 870, and Alandria's is 930."
They must have seen the blank look on Harry's face, "Normal muggles have a value of about 30, which is the magic that keeps someone alive, and some have a limit of 100 which is someone with a lot of luck but can't control magic. Most Wizard and Witches are around 200 to 400. I believe Merlin when he joined was about 1160. That's very high. The Maesters are so far unequaled at about 1500 but no one is certain what they are exactly. As I said before most of the member prefer to keep it secret."
This was obviously why these things always exited Alandria. They arrived at the room they need and passed through the wall, into a room like the one they had just left, with the same wall of glass.
Harry was shown to a desk with three seats on, he chose one and sat as the other two took the others.
"Right Harry all you need to do is touch the stone with the palm of your wand hand. I warn you though, this opens you up to your gifts and can hurt at times," Valice stated, "When you are ready."
Harry barely hesitated but dropped his hand onto the crystal and let the burning take over his hand.
He looked over at the others who looked reassuring to him, and he slid his eyelids closed. Five seconds later the pain started, his eyes shot open and he let out a gasp as pain spread out from his head and down his neck. He met the concerned eyes of Valice and Alandria. The thought that this wasn't supposed to happen was his last thought as he slid into unconsciousness, for the second time that day.
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Thanks to my two reviewers; Yana5 and Slim5