Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or most of the characters in this story. Everything that doesn't belong to J.K. Rowling here belongs to me. Thanks! Also, some of this stuff is from a manga, Flame of Recca
Sigh, so many ideas! So many things to write! The problem is that none of them correlate! I'm confuuused! AAAHHHHHHHHH
Anyhow, I've finally come up with some kind of plot… please continue reading!
The black-clothed figure stumbled through two massive singed oak doors into the grand mansion at the very end of Knockturn Alley.
He stood at the entrance of the mansion and leaned on an ornate victorial-styled wall for a few seconds catching his breath, looking down the dark, musky smelling dark hallway.
The crazy wizards outside Knocturn Alley where partying the moment they heard their nightmare, the Dark Lord, was gone. They were trashing the entire alley, throwing drink and fist at each other. The owls had gone crazy and flew everywhere while people set off fireworks.
'Ugh, I can't believe people receive news so fast! It has only been a few hours since Voldemort had been thrown from his body. I barely got back unnoticed because of all the crazy witches who decided to stuff up the alley with as many motion-activated fireworks as they could.'¸ the dark figure thought as he recomposed himself to meet his comrades.
He shifted the baby in his arms nervously and walked to the end of the long, dark hallway, where there was an old staircase hidden amongst the rich purple carpet that lead to an enormous underground facility where the Assassins trained.
At the bottom of the stairs was a reddish brown brick wall. The dark figure pressed his hand on a brick in the corner of the wall and pushed some magic through his fingertips. The wall gave way and "collapsed". The man who carried young boy walked through and the crumbs of the wall seemed to come together like the breaking had never happened. .
"I see you have returned, Sirius Black. Please come in," said a wispy, dreamy voice that seemed to float through the red steel door with spikes sticking out of it at the end of the stone gray corridor.
He walked in and found the other three people robed in gray sitting equally distributed at the edge of a green-glowing runic circle in a room made of gray stone and aged moss hanging off of the walls, not entirely unlike the dungeons of Hogwarts. .
Between them, in the middle of the circle, there was a floating red orb the size of a basketball with red lightning surrounding it in a circle-like barrier. All of a sudden, the orb turned to reveal itself to be an eyeball.
It stared intensely at Sirius, and then at Harry. This was the Selection orb. The orb was picked up on one of the early missions of the original Assassins. They found it in one of Merlin's homes. When they found it, it started drawing everyone else's magic to it and taking a bit out of them.
They were extremely concerned back then, but decided it would be for the best if they put a bit of their consciences into the glowing orb when they found inscriptions on the broken down walls of the house, written by Merlin himself, who had just passed away recently.
Slowly, the orb had developed a conscience built from the seven personalities it had accepted more then 1.5 millennia back.
Still, purpose unknown to original guild, the orb started glowing and dragged them towards certain children. The masters of the guild took the children in and found that the children had personalities or powers not much different from their own
It stared at Sirius Black intensely, and then turned towards Harry Potter. With a small bob, the Orb floated back to the stand on the top right side of the room, where it had rested for many years until it was once again needed.
"Is that… Harry Potter?" one of the masters sitting on the floor asked curiously while cocking her head.
"Yes, it is" Sirius said with a nod.
A collective gasp between the three masters registered that something was wrong.
"There has never been anyone chosen before the age of 4, which was when they would start showing their abilities accidentally. I get the feeling… that this one will be strong…" the dark figure on the left side of the room mumbled.
"Ooooga! Bluuuuurema!" gurgled the small bundle. A gentle smile touched all of the masters' lips.
All of a sudden, wings erupted from behind Harry's back, a face following it after the wings sprouted. The problem was not that it was a face, but it was that it was made of fire… and that was not the biggest problem… the problem was that the face belonged to the recently murdered Lilly Potter.
The face stared at all of the masters serenely and a smile touched her beautiful flaming face. The fire disappeared back into Harry, as if satisfied where the young one was now.
The three masters, one being Sirius Black, glanced pointedly at the fourth master, seated at the right hand side of the circle.
"Yes, it seems… he is a flame master. His mother still follows him… it seems this will be my apprentice", he said as he got onto his feet and trudged towards Sirius.
He took the bundle from Sirius and walked out the door, presumably to his bedroom to set the baby down in a conjured pen.
He sat down on his bed and started meditating, commanding his own flame spirits to come out. It seemed this child had the same ability as him, the power over death. They were both flame masters, who could call recently dead spirits to their body and have them work with him.
All of a sudden, the master's back ignited and a young, beautiful woman emerged in the form of fire, first, her wings exploded out of his back, and then her shoulders, followed by head poking outwards and then the rest of her seemingly naked fire body.
Her wings of fire cupped the master protectively and whispered to him. "I love you"
"I love you too" the master smiled lovingly and gently touched the face of the flame. He, of course, did not get burned, as it was one his own "spirits"
"You should smile more, Alex," she whispered quietly to him.
"We've had this conversation before… yes, yes, I know that I get happier if I smile, but right now is not the time, Cymry, please take be to the spirit world. As you see, this child seems to have the same ability as me… something supposedly impossible. I need to speak with the elders" he said tiredly, shaking his head and letting his long back hair fly around, he tried to clear his thoughts, knowing the amount of concentration needed to pull through inter-dimensional barriers.
"Okay, fine, fine… here we go!"
Alexander felt a pull below his diaphragm, like a hook that pulled him up. He felt his magical spirit and presence release from his physical body and float up with his lover to the spirit-plane.
There, it seemed that the five original Assassins and the young woman he had seen come out of Harry had already assembled, and they were waiting for him.
He sat down on the lush grass with the rest of them.
"It seems, that this woman's child has been accepted into the guild" one of the spirits said, pointing to Lily.
"And that he is your apprentice?" another spoke with uncertainty.
"It seems, yes, that there is another flame master now" the only one living said.
Whispers broke out between the former Assassins. It was not supposed to be possible for another flame master to exist when one was already there.
"Yes, I know, it means that my time is almost over, but I've lived for so many years, this year included, 1738 years, and believe me, I know what Young little Nick Flammy says that life gets tiring" the vampire (Alex) said with a sigh.
"Don't worry, at least you will be able to join us" Cymry said quietly behind him, with the others nodding slowly.
"Please train my son well, Alexander Symphony, for it seems, he is the Child of the Prophecy" Lily Potter said seriously, looking him straight in the eyes.
"What made you think that I would do anything else?" Alex remarked, unknowingly triggering many giggles from the four women Assassins in their odd gathering.
"We KNOW you hate children" the woman on the side quipped in.
"We ALSO know that it was because THAT bugger's child," he said pointing at the innocent looking blond man sitting on the opposite side of him "started pooping on me"
"It is only natural," Cymry argued playfully.
"But, but!" He sighed, "I never seem to win these fights" he muttered more to himself then to the others.
"That's ok! Between us, you never seem to win anything anyhow" Celestial poked at him and stuck out her tongue playfully.
"That's only because you guys always team up on me when I'm here!" Alex protested.
"Stop trying to blame others" Cymry wagged her finger playfully and pulled up a mock stern face while the others watched in amusement.
"Ok fine, I'll put up with him and train him well… can we go now?" Alex asked.
The others nodded.
Alex felt a pull downwards through his navel, and felt his spirit sealed within his body once more.
He got up and looked into the crib sitting beside his bed and sighed.
'This was going to be a very long decade' he thought mirthlessly.
All of a sudden, the room seemed to stink up with a disgusting smell.
"Already???" he said as he poked at the baby's stomach.
The baby gurgled happily.
'Yes, a very long decade' he thought with another sigh.
Year 3There were not many assignments these days, due to the war being over, and peace being quite widespread.
Sirius Black had just returned from a mission in northern Canada, where there were a few rogue werewolves running loose. Sirius had tranquilized the wolves with darts filled with poison and turned the wolves in to the Canadian Ministry of Magic.
He apparated back to the Mansion, where he heard a voice calling him downstairs to the Selection room.
He walked out grumpily five minutes later, complaining to himself about errands and such. It seemed they made him do all the babysitting, since he was in theory the "newest" to the hierarchy.
Luckily, the location of the next destined one was nearby… somewhere in Knockturn Alley, which was generally not good news, since it was generally a tough neighborhood around here, with the dark wizards running around and such.
He heard some whimpering nearby in a dark alley and went to check it out. As he walked into the dark alleyway, he looked around before checking the dumpster, where he had heard the whimpering.
There, in the dozens of trash bags, lay a young, thin, petite Asian girl, who was making mewing noises and was bruised and bleeding and splayed out hair was matted with blood..
He felt his stomach churn at the horrid sight.
'Who could have done this? To such an innocent girl, who!?' he thought to himself. A burning feeling stretched to from his chest to his fingertips when he touched the girl'Yes, she is the one' he thought to himself as he picked her up gingerly and carefully and walked the way back on the dirty cobblestone path, since apparation might have hurt her.
He hurried back to the Mansion, where he called for Alexander as he was running towards the infirmary, and they both met up at an intersection in the gigantic house.
They ran to the infirmary, where Alex quickly called up Kurenai, his daughter, who was killed in a war long time ago… her last wish to him was to prevent as many deaths as he could.
When she died, her powers transformed into her wishes, making her a healing flame. She turned her lean face, which looked almost exactly like her father, to look at the poor girl on the bed, who was having trouble breathing due to being beaten up like she was.
Quickly, the girl was surrounded with flames. The white flames licked her body and healed all the cuts and bruises, but still, the girl had not awakened.
Alex stared at his daughter questionably. She shook her head sadly and disappeared.
"Apparently, you have found the new apprentice… they not normally do they come in like this" he glanced at the now healed body.
"She will be trained normally and become apprentice to Elizabeth Valentine."
They walked out silently and left an alarm that would alert them when the mystery girl woke up.
Elizabeth looked at the sleeping form oddly as she walked into the blindingly white infirmary.
'Is this who my apprentice is? She's not much' Elizabeth thought as she prodded gently at the girl's muscles.
'We'll have to build those up a bit… well its to be expected. She was probably starved or something… she probably got abandoned there after being beaten' Elizabeth looked carefully at the girl's face 'she's probably from the Changs (1), I've only met them a few times, but I can tell their face anywhere… how dare they… if they want to throw away life like that, they don't deserve any children'
All of a sudden, the Asian girl's eyes flickered open weakly,to show obsidian eyes, full of fear and terror. The girl quickly backed up into the corner and pulled her knees to her chest and started shaking and whimpering.
'This isn't good…´ Elizabeth thought as she embraced the girl…
"It's going to be alright… no one is here to hurt you anymore" Elizabeth said softly to the girl, who twitched as the soft, but strong arms came around here.
They stayed like that for a few minutes before breaking apart.
"What's your name, little one?" Elizabeth asked curiously.
"Celina, Celina Chang"(1) the young Asian Girl muttered shyly.
"You are safe here," Elizabeth said softly "You have been chosen as a member of the Nyanevere… Welcome…Welcome to your new home"
The girl looked at her future master carefully, and when she finally realized that she had been chosen, she squealed with delight. Often, had her mother told her about the legends of the guild, how powerful, how great, they were.
'Mom?' she thought to the dead witch 'I think I've found my home… and I think… I think… this is what you wanted…'
Celina curled up in the older woman's arms and fell to sleep, with tears of joy.
Well… not much of a chapter, but my ideas are kind of mixed right now… it seems reading fanfictions and writing them at the same time is not a good idea!
ANYHOW to those who hate Cho Chang's personality, no I am not going to make her like Cho, since she grows up with the guild, it is only logical that the personality will be shaped like the Guild cough I cough want it.
To those who care, this is not much of a humor story, but if you want a really good laugh, visit nonjon's "Where in the world is Harry Potter?" after reading that, I don't think my face ever went back to its original state.
Still, as before, flame me all you would like, for I hope it would only help in my future writings.
Thx for reading!
R&R