Catcher
A/N; Hopefully some explanations for some of you more curious people, unfortunately not much action but its to help the story line along.
Chapter 8; Order meetings
{Order of the Phoenix HQ}
"Can I have quiet please, I need to get this meeting out of the way before breakfast or Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger will be missed." Dumbledore called over the chatter that filled the Order's meeting room. Albus dreaded the reason for this meeting and as it directly involved Ron and Hermione he had brought them to London.
"Why did you call us here, Albus?" Snape spoke up once everyone was seated. He sneered at the two students, "and why bring them here?"
"I brought them along because of something that happened this evening." The twinkle had left his eyes ever since he had witnessed the events in his office. "I am going to show you something that myself, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger witnessed earlier in my office after dinner. It has to do with Harry Potter."
Several cries were heard, ranging from impossible to relief about the news. Albus held out his hand to stop the impending riot. "Just watch please." He touched his wand tip to the dish they had watched the scene in before and the image appeared on the bare wall of the room.
The Order's 50 members sat in awe as they watched the man cloaked in a billowing robe make short work of the muggle defences that Voldemort would even try to attack. They could hear the explosions, screams and gunfire, they watched as the missiles took down their own masters. The old headmaster froze the image here just before the identity was discovered.
He scanned the faces of the room, saw the awe struck faces of some of the more experienced members, the horrified looks of some of the newer members and finally turned to Hermione's tear covered face as Ron held her in comfort though he wore a betrayed and angry look. Mrs. Weasley took them both into a hug and comforted them all, as Molly felt as if one of her own had just betrayed them.
"Albus, why make these two watch that, what does it have to do with them?" Molly Weasley sternly told the man, still shocked by what she had witnessed.
It wasn't the headmaster that replied it was the youngest Weasley present. "Harry." Was the only sound out of his mouth. Everyone looked at him in shock.
Snape recovered in shock. "Mr. Weasley there is no proof that Potter had anything to do with that, unless he was stupid enough to throw himself into it in a courageous attempt to get himself killed."
Ron looked at the headmaster pleadingly.
"Severus," he called the mans attention, he turned back to the rest of the Order, "Young mister Potter's magical signature was picked up in the area there last night."
"So he was there. Trust a Potter and a Gryffindor." Snape stopped as Hermione cries increased.
"Severus." Albus intervened before the Potions master could say anything else, "Please everyone look at the figure on the screen as I play the last part, it will explain it much easier and quicker."
They all watched in terror as the hooded man stood from his place on the floor where he had been blown over. They watched as he glanced around at the scene. Many cried out when he drew back his hood to show the face every person in the Wizarding world knew. Harry Potter. Hermione simply collapsed and Ron struggled to hold her up when his best friend's laughter, though horribly changed, filled the room.
"My God," the potions master breathed, "but Albus, it's impossible."
"I am afraid not, Severus, I verified it with the Ministry before I came here, they had seen it as well, the Royal Navy has pictures of him on their security systems. There is a full hunt in every country for him. The muggle governments are putting a lot of resources towards his capture. They have mobilized all of their Special Forces, including their anti-Wizarding squads." A collective shudder greeted those words. The older members remembered the last war and fighting with the squads of Anti-Wizarding muggles that provided the muggles with a Special Force to deal with Wizarding Criminals.
"Over forty million Army, Navy and Airforce personnel in Britain, France, Russia and America are involved in the search for him. He has cost the British Navy Ten Billion muggle pounds. They won't let up until he is caught." Albus paused to let this sink in, he needed them to realise that they can't help him.
"He must be caught, by seeing that image I hope you understand that the Harry Potter we knew is gone. He has turned to the powers of Dark Magic. Therefore I am taking you off everything you are doing, including jobs to help in the search. The exceptions are you Severus, I need you to stay with Voldemort and find out what he knows of Mr. Potter's change. Also you Arthur, I need you to keep helping the movement of Muggle armed forces to Hogwarts especially after this incident." He finished up with a good luck and a warning, "remember he is no longer our Harry, he has turned to the Dark just like Tom Riddle did all those years ago, he wont show you mercy, do not let your feelings for the Boy-Who-Lived get into this. Many people will make that mistake and live to regret it, if they live." He muttered under his breath but in the silence everyone heard it. He look like the old man he really was, not the man that could take everything in stride like most wished he were. He could do that, but only if he was sort of expecting it. This no one could have even thought of in his or her nightmares.
"Come Hermione, Ron, we must get back to Hogwarts, I need to talk to the staff before breakfast. You might want to eat in the kitchens or your common room, as I will be telling the school of Harry's switch."
With that they left.
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{Atlanta}
Harry was reliving his last lesson in his dreams, he did that quite often, especially when the lessons were interesting. This had been on his Crysti ability, which was the weird thing he had done that had led him to being fifty feet above the water, a hundred feet away from the domes with curses and hexes flying at him. He had learnt that the last person that had had the ability was a man name Founler Magesta. It allowed him to pass through solid objects and transport himself using objects. Like he could travel by combining himself with the air, so he could travel around the world in a blink of an eye without much thought or power.
Another interesting thing was when he discovered that he could sort of talk to the objects around him. Most didn't really talk but sort of struck thoughts from within him. With this he had worked out that he could use any object as a sort of camera, he could learn from an object what had happened around it over time. This was very tiring and he had collapsed while trying to do it, it was also very complicated as a piece of glass or a rock had been in existence in so many forms that it had thousands of 'voices' so to speak, and with no-one around to help him learn to work out the 'voices' he would have to work them out himself. The problem was that know he had used that ability he could hear a dull hum in the air around him and couldn't work out how to close of the ability to stop him from going mad.
He woke abruptly when he heard the sirens and flew out of bed as the lights in the room glared brightly then dulled to an emergency red. He rushed to cloth himself and ran out the door. He heard someone call him and glanced over to see Valice heading towards him. "You need to come quick, there is a problem on your world." The first thought in his head was Voldemort so he followed Valice in the general direction that most seemed to be heading in.
They broke away from the main crowd of order members and Harry, following Valice, slipped into a room through a red wall. Harry knew these to only be used for secure locations, like the armory and offices. The room went utterly silent as the members saw him. He was in the base's control room that monitored the happenings of the other world and picked up on major magical problems. The men and women seemed to fear him and stared at him.
Harry heard a cry from his right, "Someone stun him or something!" Harry glanced at a man standing by the wall. Most of the occupants of the room pulled out their wands. Harry was terrified.
"Don't be so utterly stupid, lower your wands, that's an order," Harry was relieved to hear Alandria's voice behind him, she must of followed in after them. No one moved, "NOW!"
Everyone in the room jumped at the order and many dropped their wands in the hurry to put them away, but they still stared at Harry in caution. "For gods sake, get back to work, you are supposed to be monitoring the attack. It's obviously not him, he can't be here and there at the same time." This seemed to make sense as everyone ran back to his or her screens to watch the action.
Alandria led Harry to a platform to his left and after manipulating a screen allowed Harry and Valice to watch an image with her. Harry recoiled as he watched the muggles being killed and the boats being sunk. It was horrific. "Who would do this? Valice, Alandria?" he said turning to his two friends. "Voldemort couldn't do something like this, surely he didn't get that powerful?"
"Watch Harry, this is live but it is being recorded." Alandria's tone had softened somewhat from her shouting at the crew.
He did just that. Even Alandria and Valice choked slightly as the two missiles destroyed their masters. They watched as the man pulled back his hood. Harry almost forgot to breath. Even though Alandria knew who it was she was still shocked at the proof.
Silence filled the room as the images ended. Someone finally braved the silence and tapped a button. The faces of the Maesters appeared.
"We saw it," one stated, they all looked paler then usual, "call a complete withdraw of all forces, call a meeting for one hour in the great meeting hall."
"Aye ma'am." The link ended and the screen went blank. To Harry's horror someone started replaying the scenes of the decimated base. A second screen showed the aid forces moving in, and another showed a birds eye picture of the scene. A small box at the bottom of the last screen showed a count of dead and injured people, the number was rapidly climbing.
People started to look at him again, it was like his second year all other again, people accusing him of being the evil heir of Slytherin. He staggered backwards under their gazes. Until he slipped off the raised platform. Harry stuttered incoherently for several minutes as Valice ran to get him a drink. Alandria made her way over and pulled the boy into an embrace to try to comfort him.
"I killed them."
"No you didn't Harry." Was Alandria's quick reply.
"They died at my hand."
"They died at his hand, Harry, not yours." She whispered into his ear to try and comfort him.
"He is me, I'm him." Alandria couldn't think of a reply, but they sat together listening to the commotion of the control room personnel trying to rationalize it. They could hear people saying things like polyjuice and other potions and charms to change appearance, but nobody could explain the magic signature that was an exact replica of Harry's.
"Come let's get to the meeting room," Alandria said as Valice came back in with a drink for Harry.
Harry just nodded and pulled himself to his feet and they headed down to the room.
Once there they waited ten minutes as everyone filed in, Valice explained that the meeting had to be attended by everyone in the order, no civilians were allowed in. The only people in the order that didn't come were ones that had to maintain the control room. A silence finally fell as the Maesters slowly walked in with their aides.
One thing Harry learnt quickly was there was no preamble, the first thing they said was "Watch." The room sat in horror as they watched the screen as the images replayed themselves to the very end and then switched to the kill/injured number, which had thankfully stopped climbing. It read 569 dead, 2089 injured.
"We have just witnessed a scene that took place on Earth one hour ago," Valdice Lexter spoke calmly although all the Maesters were pale, "It is a planet that has long forgotten our Order, only one member is from that planet and he has only been with us two weeks. He knows the recent evils better then most on his own planet. Mr. Potter please stand and introduce yourself and tell us of what you know of the evil of your world."
Alandria pushed Harry up and everyone turned to look at him, cries echoed in the room as the easily ten thousand large crowd recognized him as the man on the image.
"He is not the same as on the image, we were with him in the control center as we watched the image live." Harry was happy to hear Valice speak up for him. The room recognized Valice and Alandria as some of the older members of the order and hushed.
After a prod from Alandria, Harry spoke up and found his voice traveled from the room easily, probably some spell on the room. He explained all he knew of Grindlewald and Voldemort's first and second rise and his own happenings with Voldemort. He concluded by saying;
"There is no known magical being on earth with enough power to create such devastation with such ease on my world. Only the muggle's weapons could kill and destroy so quickly and completely."
"He is correct," this time Uric stood to speak, leaning on his cane. "We have studied Earth as it is a world riddled by evil, it is now only one of two planets where the dark side of magic is more powerful and in more control than the light. The other is Kristoshia." Harry looked around as most of the people shuddered at the mention of Kristoshia, but he held the question as he sat back down. "There is no being on Earth or Kristoshia that wields this power now that Mr. Potter is not there. He is the only one that could do this sort of work."
Atlasa spoke up next. "We propose that a force of one hundred, under the direction of Mr. Potter go and investigate." The room started whispering, most were not happy with taking a two-week recruit with them. "Hush please, I can't speak over you, Mr. Potter has already excelled past his trainers in martial arts and they are almost the best we have, he has also taught them quite a bit with it as well. He is also much more powerful then all here. So he will go."
Anymore arguments were stopped short as the screen behind the Maesters changed to show the face of one of the men in the control room. "Maesters!" The Maesters spun to look up at the screen and nodded for him to continue, "We have a visual image coming through from Kristoshia, which doesn't look very pleasant at all."
"Patch it through." They spoke as one then sat to watch.
The screen shifted to a war on a dark planet. Obviously night. As they watched the screen shifted to lighten the display. They could see a mass of people crashing against a castle with swords and great machinery threw car- sized rocks against the wall. Decimating the castle.
People started whispering again. The screen changed to the man again.
"It's Kristoshia Solem. The experts expect a collapse within 12 hours."
"Our plans just changed," Uric said, "we must aid them first, Kristoshia Solem is the last light citadel on Kristoshia, we cannot get there in time to save it, it is obvious that something has clouded our sensors to the build up of such an army. Alandria Quintis, Valice Aurta, you are to take the 'Sea Dragon' to Kristoshia and try to help in any way, whether it be fighting on the walls or against pirates ambushing escaping Ships. Go as soon as possible, take Master Potter with you. I want you to take squads one through five plus a Special Forces team and a medical team. Stay to talk afterwards. Everyone is dismissed!"
Valice, Alandria and Harry made their way through the crowds, which was actually quite easy as most seemed to be utterly petrified of Harry. They slowly managed to reach the front to sit with the Maesters. Again they didn't waste time.
"You must make sure that a certain boy escapes and is not killed, even at the cost of all your live but Master Harry's. He is vital to the prophecy that governs the order. It states that as the Order comes to a close the downfall of one world to the dark will produce a Dragon Child who will join forces with the Heir of Magic itself, the lightning child. If either die all the worlds will fall to darkness." Atlasa spoke in a barely audible whisper, "The order is ending, the Zalots are returning to the magic stream and taking our long lives with them. The order will fall but these two must survive, but I have spoken too much, just make sure that the Heir to the Kristoshian crown survives."
With that they left towards the armory, then onto the docks. Harry held his questions knowing that there would be time for speech on the ship.
* * *
Look no cliff hanger, I know I said at the beginning that I wouldn't do cliffies if I could, but they are so fun to do that I couldn't resist, plus they help make sure people come back if only to quench their curiosity. This time though I will be nice, until next time. He he he, how can you tell I'm planning something! Until next time, Chio!
Thanks to my lovely reviewers.
Yana5; I hope that answers some of you question!
SilverKnight7; Well done, have a cookie!
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MaidenMasherV; That evil and powerful enough for you?
Ashione; You will find out about his lack of talents in a later Chapter, let the suspense and curiosity rule!
A/N; Hopefully some explanations for some of you more curious people, unfortunately not much action but its to help the story line along.
Chapter 8; Order meetings
{Order of the Phoenix HQ}
"Can I have quiet please, I need to get this meeting out of the way before breakfast or Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger will be missed." Dumbledore called over the chatter that filled the Order's meeting room. Albus dreaded the reason for this meeting and as it directly involved Ron and Hermione he had brought them to London.
"Why did you call us here, Albus?" Snape spoke up once everyone was seated. He sneered at the two students, "and why bring them here?"
"I brought them along because of something that happened this evening." The twinkle had left his eyes ever since he had witnessed the events in his office. "I am going to show you something that myself, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger witnessed earlier in my office after dinner. It has to do with Harry Potter."
Several cries were heard, ranging from impossible to relief about the news. Albus held out his hand to stop the impending riot. "Just watch please." He touched his wand tip to the dish they had watched the scene in before and the image appeared on the bare wall of the room.
The Order's 50 members sat in awe as they watched the man cloaked in a billowing robe make short work of the muggle defences that Voldemort would even try to attack. They could hear the explosions, screams and gunfire, they watched as the missiles took down their own masters. The old headmaster froze the image here just before the identity was discovered.
He scanned the faces of the room, saw the awe struck faces of some of the more experienced members, the horrified looks of some of the newer members and finally turned to Hermione's tear covered face as Ron held her in comfort though he wore a betrayed and angry look. Mrs. Weasley took them both into a hug and comforted them all, as Molly felt as if one of her own had just betrayed them.
"Albus, why make these two watch that, what does it have to do with them?" Molly Weasley sternly told the man, still shocked by what she had witnessed.
It wasn't the headmaster that replied it was the youngest Weasley present. "Harry." Was the only sound out of his mouth. Everyone looked at him in shock.
Snape recovered in shock. "Mr. Weasley there is no proof that Potter had anything to do with that, unless he was stupid enough to throw himself into it in a courageous attempt to get himself killed."
Ron looked at the headmaster pleadingly.
"Severus," he called the mans attention, he turned back to the rest of the Order, "Young mister Potter's magical signature was picked up in the area there last night."
"So he was there. Trust a Potter and a Gryffindor." Snape stopped as Hermione cries increased.
"Severus." Albus intervened before the Potions master could say anything else, "Please everyone look at the figure on the screen as I play the last part, it will explain it much easier and quicker."
They all watched in terror as the hooded man stood from his place on the floor where he had been blown over. They watched as he glanced around at the scene. Many cried out when he drew back his hood to show the face every person in the Wizarding world knew. Harry Potter. Hermione simply collapsed and Ron struggled to hold her up when his best friend's laughter, though horribly changed, filled the room.
"My God," the potions master breathed, "but Albus, it's impossible."
"I am afraid not, Severus, I verified it with the Ministry before I came here, they had seen it as well, the Royal Navy has pictures of him on their security systems. There is a full hunt in every country for him. The muggle governments are putting a lot of resources towards his capture. They have mobilized all of their Special Forces, including their anti-Wizarding squads." A collective shudder greeted those words. The older members remembered the last war and fighting with the squads of Anti-Wizarding muggles that provided the muggles with a Special Force to deal with Wizarding Criminals.
"Over forty million Army, Navy and Airforce personnel in Britain, France, Russia and America are involved in the search for him. He has cost the British Navy Ten Billion muggle pounds. They won't let up until he is caught." Albus paused to let this sink in, he needed them to realise that they can't help him.
"He must be caught, by seeing that image I hope you understand that the Harry Potter we knew is gone. He has turned to the powers of Dark Magic. Therefore I am taking you off everything you are doing, including jobs to help in the search. The exceptions are you Severus, I need you to stay with Voldemort and find out what he knows of Mr. Potter's change. Also you Arthur, I need you to keep helping the movement of Muggle armed forces to Hogwarts especially after this incident." He finished up with a good luck and a warning, "remember he is no longer our Harry, he has turned to the Dark just like Tom Riddle did all those years ago, he wont show you mercy, do not let your feelings for the Boy-Who-Lived get into this. Many people will make that mistake and live to regret it, if they live." He muttered under his breath but in the silence everyone heard it. He look like the old man he really was, not the man that could take everything in stride like most wished he were. He could do that, but only if he was sort of expecting it. This no one could have even thought of in his or her nightmares.
"Come Hermione, Ron, we must get back to Hogwarts, I need to talk to the staff before breakfast. You might want to eat in the kitchens or your common room, as I will be telling the school of Harry's switch."
With that they left.
* * *
{Atlanta}
Harry was reliving his last lesson in his dreams, he did that quite often, especially when the lessons were interesting. This had been on his Crysti ability, which was the weird thing he had done that had led him to being fifty feet above the water, a hundred feet away from the domes with curses and hexes flying at him. He had learnt that the last person that had had the ability was a man name Founler Magesta. It allowed him to pass through solid objects and transport himself using objects. Like he could travel by combining himself with the air, so he could travel around the world in a blink of an eye without much thought or power.
Another interesting thing was when he discovered that he could sort of talk to the objects around him. Most didn't really talk but sort of struck thoughts from within him. With this he had worked out that he could use any object as a sort of camera, he could learn from an object what had happened around it over time. This was very tiring and he had collapsed while trying to do it, it was also very complicated as a piece of glass or a rock had been in existence in so many forms that it had thousands of 'voices' so to speak, and with no-one around to help him learn to work out the 'voices' he would have to work them out himself. The problem was that know he had used that ability he could hear a dull hum in the air around him and couldn't work out how to close of the ability to stop him from going mad.
He woke abruptly when he heard the sirens and flew out of bed as the lights in the room glared brightly then dulled to an emergency red. He rushed to cloth himself and ran out the door. He heard someone call him and glanced over to see Valice heading towards him. "You need to come quick, there is a problem on your world." The first thought in his head was Voldemort so he followed Valice in the general direction that most seemed to be heading in.
They broke away from the main crowd of order members and Harry, following Valice, slipped into a room through a red wall. Harry knew these to only be used for secure locations, like the armory and offices. The room went utterly silent as the members saw him. He was in the base's control room that monitored the happenings of the other world and picked up on major magical problems. The men and women seemed to fear him and stared at him.
Harry heard a cry from his right, "Someone stun him or something!" Harry glanced at a man standing by the wall. Most of the occupants of the room pulled out their wands. Harry was terrified.
"Don't be so utterly stupid, lower your wands, that's an order," Harry was relieved to hear Alandria's voice behind him, she must of followed in after them. No one moved, "NOW!"
Everyone in the room jumped at the order and many dropped their wands in the hurry to put them away, but they still stared at Harry in caution. "For gods sake, get back to work, you are supposed to be monitoring the attack. It's obviously not him, he can't be here and there at the same time." This seemed to make sense as everyone ran back to his or her screens to watch the action.
Alandria led Harry to a platform to his left and after manipulating a screen allowed Harry and Valice to watch an image with her. Harry recoiled as he watched the muggles being killed and the boats being sunk. It was horrific. "Who would do this? Valice, Alandria?" he said turning to his two friends. "Voldemort couldn't do something like this, surely he didn't get that powerful?"
"Watch Harry, this is live but it is being recorded." Alandria's tone had softened somewhat from her shouting at the crew.
He did just that. Even Alandria and Valice choked slightly as the two missiles destroyed their masters. They watched as the man pulled back his hood. Harry almost forgot to breath. Even though Alandria knew who it was she was still shocked at the proof.
Silence filled the room as the images ended. Someone finally braved the silence and tapped a button. The faces of the Maesters appeared.
"We saw it," one stated, they all looked paler then usual, "call a complete withdraw of all forces, call a meeting for one hour in the great meeting hall."
"Aye ma'am." The link ended and the screen went blank. To Harry's horror someone started replaying the scenes of the decimated base. A second screen showed the aid forces moving in, and another showed a birds eye picture of the scene. A small box at the bottom of the last screen showed a count of dead and injured people, the number was rapidly climbing.
People started to look at him again, it was like his second year all other again, people accusing him of being the evil heir of Slytherin. He staggered backwards under their gazes. Until he slipped off the raised platform. Harry stuttered incoherently for several minutes as Valice ran to get him a drink. Alandria made her way over and pulled the boy into an embrace to try to comfort him.
"I killed them."
"No you didn't Harry." Was Alandria's quick reply.
"They died at my hand."
"They died at his hand, Harry, not yours." She whispered into his ear to try and comfort him.
"He is me, I'm him." Alandria couldn't think of a reply, but they sat together listening to the commotion of the control room personnel trying to rationalize it. They could hear people saying things like polyjuice and other potions and charms to change appearance, but nobody could explain the magic signature that was an exact replica of Harry's.
"Come let's get to the meeting room," Alandria said as Valice came back in with a drink for Harry.
Harry just nodded and pulled himself to his feet and they headed down to the room.
Once there they waited ten minutes as everyone filed in, Valice explained that the meeting had to be attended by everyone in the order, no civilians were allowed in. The only people in the order that didn't come were ones that had to maintain the control room. A silence finally fell as the Maesters slowly walked in with their aides.
One thing Harry learnt quickly was there was no preamble, the first thing they said was "Watch." The room sat in horror as they watched the screen as the images replayed themselves to the very end and then switched to the kill/injured number, which had thankfully stopped climbing. It read 569 dead, 2089 injured.
"We have just witnessed a scene that took place on Earth one hour ago," Valdice Lexter spoke calmly although all the Maesters were pale, "It is a planet that has long forgotten our Order, only one member is from that planet and he has only been with us two weeks. He knows the recent evils better then most on his own planet. Mr. Potter please stand and introduce yourself and tell us of what you know of the evil of your world."
Alandria pushed Harry up and everyone turned to look at him, cries echoed in the room as the easily ten thousand large crowd recognized him as the man on the image.
"He is not the same as on the image, we were with him in the control center as we watched the image live." Harry was happy to hear Valice speak up for him. The room recognized Valice and Alandria as some of the older members of the order and hushed.
After a prod from Alandria, Harry spoke up and found his voice traveled from the room easily, probably some spell on the room. He explained all he knew of Grindlewald and Voldemort's first and second rise and his own happenings with Voldemort. He concluded by saying;
"There is no known magical being on earth with enough power to create such devastation with such ease on my world. Only the muggle's weapons could kill and destroy so quickly and completely."
"He is correct," this time Uric stood to speak, leaning on his cane. "We have studied Earth as it is a world riddled by evil, it is now only one of two planets where the dark side of magic is more powerful and in more control than the light. The other is Kristoshia." Harry looked around as most of the people shuddered at the mention of Kristoshia, but he held the question as he sat back down. "There is no being on Earth or Kristoshia that wields this power now that Mr. Potter is not there. He is the only one that could do this sort of work."
Atlasa spoke up next. "We propose that a force of one hundred, under the direction of Mr. Potter go and investigate." The room started whispering, most were not happy with taking a two-week recruit with them. "Hush please, I can't speak over you, Mr. Potter has already excelled past his trainers in martial arts and they are almost the best we have, he has also taught them quite a bit with it as well. He is also much more powerful then all here. So he will go."
Anymore arguments were stopped short as the screen behind the Maesters changed to show the face of one of the men in the control room. "Maesters!" The Maesters spun to look up at the screen and nodded for him to continue, "We have a visual image coming through from Kristoshia, which doesn't look very pleasant at all."
"Patch it through." They spoke as one then sat to watch.
The screen shifted to a war on a dark planet. Obviously night. As they watched the screen shifted to lighten the display. They could see a mass of people crashing against a castle with swords and great machinery threw car- sized rocks against the wall. Decimating the castle.
People started whispering again. The screen changed to the man again.
"It's Kristoshia Solem. The experts expect a collapse within 12 hours."
"Our plans just changed," Uric said, "we must aid them first, Kristoshia Solem is the last light citadel on Kristoshia, we cannot get there in time to save it, it is obvious that something has clouded our sensors to the build up of such an army. Alandria Quintis, Valice Aurta, you are to take the 'Sea Dragon' to Kristoshia and try to help in any way, whether it be fighting on the walls or against pirates ambushing escaping Ships. Go as soon as possible, take Master Potter with you. I want you to take squads one through five plus a Special Forces team and a medical team. Stay to talk afterwards. Everyone is dismissed!"
Valice, Alandria and Harry made their way through the crowds, which was actually quite easy as most seemed to be utterly petrified of Harry. They slowly managed to reach the front to sit with the Maesters. Again they didn't waste time.
"You must make sure that a certain boy escapes and is not killed, even at the cost of all your live but Master Harry's. He is vital to the prophecy that governs the order. It states that as the Order comes to a close the downfall of one world to the dark will produce a Dragon Child who will join forces with the Heir of Magic itself, the lightning child. If either die all the worlds will fall to darkness." Atlasa spoke in a barely audible whisper, "The order is ending, the Zalots are returning to the magic stream and taking our long lives with them. The order will fall but these two must survive, but I have spoken too much, just make sure that the Heir to the Kristoshian crown survives."
With that they left towards the armory, then onto the docks. Harry held his questions knowing that there would be time for speech on the ship.
* * *
Look no cliff hanger, I know I said at the beginning that I wouldn't do cliffies if I could, but they are so fun to do that I couldn't resist, plus they help make sure people come back if only to quench their curiosity. This time though I will be nice, until next time. He he he, how can you tell I'm planning something! Until next time, Chio!
Thanks to my lovely reviewers.
Yana5; I hope that answers some of you question!
SilverKnight7; Well done, have a cookie!
kimpotter; Are you a cheer leader or something? (raised eyebrow)
MaidenMasherV; That evil and powerful enough for you?
Ashione; You will find out about his lack of talents in a later Chapter, let the suspense and curiosity rule!