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Chapter 5: Death's Realm and the Last Copper.
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Harry found him self in a place of purple and black mist all around him there was no ground to stand on but Harry was standing on the mist itself. "Ok, where am I? This does not look like where I'm meant to be going. It's... nowhere." He said still in his nightclothes, thankful that he had taken a Moody approach on wands and carried his everywhere now.
"Passing through that much time takes... well time. Now what do I have here? Another mortal passing over and gotten lost... or perhaps a very powerful time spell at work?" A cold voice said from behind Harry.
Harry turned to see a robed and cloaked figure in black standing next to him was a white horse barded with ornate black leather riding equipment. The mount's eyes were a deep black, while its mane and tail was the same snow white colour as the rest of its body. "Who are you and where am I?"
"Well this is the Plane of the Dead and I... well, I'm Death. This is Binky, my mount. You are Harry James Potter last of the Potter line but you are not meant to be here for... Well, I don't know. Your hourglass is not like most others. Here let me show you." Death reached one skeletal hand into his robes and pulled out a gold hourglass but unlike all hourglasses no sand was falling from it into the lower half. This hourglass had instead a green mist within it, moving through both halves at a slow rate.
"Is that my hourglass? But... shouldn't it be filled with sand and not mist?" Harry said keeping an eye on this man claiming to be Death.
"Well, as a matter of fact, I do have one other glass like this. I believe that you know this person. You would know him as Tom Marvolo Riddle or as more recently calls himself... Voldemort." Death said putting the hourglass in his robes, "Now then, young man, what are you doing here in my realm? Not that I dislike having someone to talk to every now and then."
"Well, I read a spell to take me back 2500 years to the time of the last Dragon Lord with the intention of asking for help against Voldemort. So how do I get out of here and to where I was going?"
"Well as I said before, some time spells simply take time to work all the way through. If you like you can come with me while you are waiting. So tell me, you do know that this spell well return you eventually to the point from which you started just a few hours after you began your journey? You will retain your youthful form just as you are now, however all of the knowledge that you gain over the time you are within the effects of the spell will remain with you." When Harry nodded that he did indeed understand this Death continued. "Now if you like I can give you a ride to where you need to go?" Death said mounting Binky and offering a bony hand to Harry.
Harry looked up at the figure on the white horse, to see a skeletal hand and a skull looking at him, the eye sockets empty but for a blue light deep within them. "Thanks, but... why did I end up here when I am supposed to be going back in time and where well we be going for me to get to where I was going?"
"Well... You are travelling back in time meaning that you have to pass through the Plane of the Dead. All of time, whether it is Past, Present or Future must pass here and we are going to ride to my home. From there you can go where ever you like in time up until the moment in time that you left with the casting of the spell." Death said helping Harry onto Binky's back.
"Thanks. Are you really Death?" Harry asked as their rode through purple and black mist.
"Unfortunately, yes. Call me what you want, be it Shinigami or Death or even the Grim Reaper, but know that I hope you can get that annoying Tom Riddle's soul into this realm soon because he is screwing up my books. He is still breathing you know long after he is not meant to be." Death said as they rode up to a nice little cottage with a white picket fence and neat little black garden.
Harry stared at the nice neat beds of black flowers, the neatly trimmed black grass lawn, the black water of the small pool where he glimpsed the delicate skeletons of gold fish swimming lazily in the black water.
Death waited for Harry to dismount from Binky first then he too dismounted and led Harry over to his cottage and within the homey building. One step within the doorway and Harry stared in amazement as he found himself in the sweeping grand entry hall of a massive castle. Spinning around he caught a glimpse of the same black garden and white picket fence he had just passed before the door closed with a resounding bang. Death uttered a deep chuckle and steered Harry to a door in the main hall that was, like most of the house, black. Harry's footsteps echoed as he crossed the black and white checked patterned floor but Death made no noise as he walked.
"This door will take you to where you need to go. Good luck and I hope I don't see you for many years to come Harry." Death said before walking away from Harry and passing from sight through the wall on the far side of the entry hall.
Harry blinked staring at the wall where Death had vanished, swallowing his uneasiness, but he supposed that Death really did not need a door to get around. With a sigh he looked at the door Death had brought him to and after taking a deep breath he opened it and walked through.
Death sighed a deep and resounding sigh as he watched the boy vanish through the doorway.
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When he could see again Harry found himself standing on a cliff top with a vast forest stretching out before him. Looking around Harry saw a cave in the mountain behind him and what looked like a fire burning within it, glowing in the late evening light of what felt like a late summer's day.
Harry looked at the sunset but stopped when he saw a massive copper shape fly up out of the forest with what looked like a buck in his front claws. 'Wait a minute. 'Claws'? And wings?' Harry's eyes widened when he realised that he was seeing a dragon on the hunt.
The huge Copper Dragon some of its scales turning grey with age flew over Harry's head and to the cave mouth where it dropped it's kill and then landed out front of the cave.
Harry watched as the great beast lowered it's long serpent like neck down to the buck and with a single tug Harry heard the sound of flesh and bone being ripped from the kill.
He watched in awed silence as the Dragon started to eat its kill but his attention turned to the left of the great beast when a person appeared. With the aid of a walking stick he emerged from the cave and looked down at where Harry stood with out once looking at the dragon eating next to him.
Harry watch as the person looked at him and was shocked when the man waved a hand for Harry to come up to where he was.
He looked around for a way to get up to this person and the cave when he saw a very rocky trial leading up. It was steep and dangerous but looked to be walk able with some work and he doubted that his slippers would be any good by the time he finished the climb.
Harry looked back up to the person to see that that he had left the cave mouth and was now standing next to the Copper Dragon waiting for him. The great beast ignored the man, focusing his attention on the kill.
"Well, this is not getting me up there." Harry muttered as he started to work his way up the trail his slippers being virtually destroyed and his feet blooded within minutes but he still climbed.
Harry was right, it was a hard climb up to the cave but he got there a little after dark to see the huge Copper Dragon curled about itself fast asleep, it's copper and gray hide reflecting the fire light. Its huge head was a flat wedge shape with two horns coming from above its eye ridges and large wings were folded down and close to it's back. It also had a long ridge of sharp spines running alone its back marking it as a male.
'If the books my mother gave me are right'. Harry thought, noting the spine ridge.
Just then the sound of wood on rock was heared as a man in his somewhere in his late sixty's walk over to Harry. He was dressed in chain mail amour that looked like it was made from melted copper. His cloak was the same colour as his armour and when looked at closely Harry could see copper threads running through it. "Well boy. What brings you way out into the mountains of Scotland without a weapon or provisions?" his deep Scots brogue rolled over Harry.
Looking up at the old man from where he was sitting Harry took note of his silver hair and green eyes "I... I read a spell found in the back of the diary of the last Copper Dragon Lord. He was called Copper Spear and..."
"I'm Copper Spear. How did you get my diary? I have only just now finished writing in it! So I ask again, boy. Who are you?"
"My name is Harry Potter and well... I am from the future and I came here to seek out a Dragon Lord who might help me to kill a Dark wizard called Voldemort in my time."
Copper Spear looked at Harry for a long moment then over to his dragon companion who now was snoring loudly as he slept off his latest meal. "Very well. I will do a deal with you. Should you work for me to my satisfaction for a period of no less than three years I will agree aid you in your search for a young Dragon Lord to help against this Dark Wizard. On your honour you will keep this vow and I will keep mine. "
Harry stared at the old man in shock. Three years? The old man expected him to work for three years during which time Voldemort could wreak havoc on Harry's world... He stopped at that thought, remembering the words of Death. He would return to the exact place from which he had cast the spell and only a few hours would have passed. He did have the time to serve the old man and still enlist help against Voldemort and how else was he to meet Dragon Lords if not be introduced to them by this old man?
"I will serve you for three years and at the end of that time you will help me to find one who will assist in the battle against the Dark Lord."
"So you do not embarrass yourself and me when you front the younger Lord I will show you the way of the Dragon Lords. Let us see if the people of the future may prove to have as much honour as those who associate with Dragons in this time. From this moment on ye are my servant, boy and ye may call me Adinirahc."
Harry swallowed his fear at the power that suddenly was in the old mans voice but he gathered his courage and nodded his acceptance and followed the old man. They entered the cave that was the Dragon Lords home and would be Harry's for the next three years leaving light bloody footprints in the rock along the way.
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Tonks looked up from the diary in hand and sighed. She was sitting in Harry's bed, the three diary's sitting before her on the bed and the notice of her mother's death to one side. It was Harry's diary that she had given him for his birthday and the first entry in the book that she had read, was about a dream he had at the beginning of the school holiday.
The dream was so real; I was standing on top of an ice cliff, the sea-crashing against the base of the cliff the cold air not even touching me but a strong wind was blowing all around. Before me was a bridge made of ice stretching out into the sea and to a city made of ice and snow from what I could tell. Just before I started to walk out onto the bridge a voice called out to me and said "You're not ready yet, but in time you will be. Learn patience for it is a very valuable skill that a up and coming Lord of Light well need." I looked around and standing behind me was an ice statue of a dragon, its wings half spread from its back almost looking like it was getting ready to take flight. Over its head was a sword that looked like two blades in one, both blades pointing down at the dragon the voice called out again after I looked at the statue. "Remember this, for you will need it in time."
Thinking for a moment Tonks reached out and pulled Lily's diary close to her and after getting a quill and ink she started to write, her hand shaking slightly. 'Lily, Harry's gone and I don't know what to do?'
'For starters calm down and tell me what has happened since last night.' Appeared the words, which seemed to carry a calming effect for Tonks.
'After our night lesson, Harry went to bed and I was thinking about everything that you had told me when Harry had a nightmare.' Tonks wrote but stopped looking over at the death note sitting next to her on the bed.
'Well? Then what happened? I hope I didn't become a grandmother so soon!' Appeared with an almost humorist laugh to it.
"NO! No, nothing like that. The nightmare was about you-know-who attacking my old neighbourhood and killing my mother and everyone else on that street. This morning I woke up to find him standing here, chanting some spell and before I could stop him he was gone. Now I don't know what to do.' Tonks finished a single tear falling to land on the page.
There was a long pause before any writing again appeared on the page. 'I don't know what to do Tonks. Just wait. That is all the advice that I can give you. If you haven't found it already then I suggest that you look for Harry's diary and read that. It might have some answers... Otherwise, wait.'
Tonks nodded though Lily could not see her and after writing her thanks to Lily went back to Harry's diary while thinking about the unknown spell and what it might have down to Harry.
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