Ch - 3: Swords

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling is neither late, nor at the time, but precisely where she wants to be. Seeing as I am not her, I am late as fuck with a fake copy of her works.

It had been weeks since David had last seen Harry, since the day after Voldemort had resurrected. The young man had waited to meet his twin and know him since the day he got to know of his existence, but of course, Harry had to run away again.

August was starting and after a month to complete his summer homework, the fifteen-year-old had celebrated his day with his family and friends, like always.

Of course, like always, there was a hidden tension.

When David was young, he couldn't understand what it was and didn't know why people were so tense on his birthday, but after he turned eleven, it all started to make sense.

It wasn't anyone's fault, he had gathered that one time he was hiding in his room, not even Voldemort's, it had happened accidentally by all and none at the same time, a mystery with no answer that is clear, nor an answer that is needed for any reason at all.

Anyway, Harry swaggered out of the forest near David's home like he knew everything and then David felt a hand on his shoulder.

David turned around, away from the window, and saw Harry. Like any surprised person would do in his place, if one had faced with many hardships, David took out his wand as he stumbled backwards and then fell on his bed.

Harry recoiled backwards in shock and said out loud, "By Magic, David, you scared the crap out of me!"

David stood back up, his wand still in his hand, and then said back loudly, surprise wearing off, "I scared you?! You scared the fuc- crap out of me, you sentient brick wall!"

Harry argued back in a much calmer but still aggravated voice, "Well, sorry to hurt your weak emotions, fool, but I did nothing of the treasonous works you are babbling about like a bumbling band of boisterous baboons."

David was about to say something else when he heard someone say in a dull voice, "Stop the jabbering, you little fools."

David turned to his room's open door and saw a tall gaunt man with dull grey eyes and beautiful black hair, someone who had lost ages with guilt, an expression David had come to see as that man. David asked, "Sirius, what are you doing here?"

Sirius coughed a little and then said, "I had come to get you for breakfast but you seem to have a guest here. How are you doing, H - Harry?"

He looked guiltier and more heartbroken than ever, but he held more life within him than David had seen in years. Scratch that, he held more life within him than David had thought possible in any living being.

David turned to Harry to see mental warfare of emotions and feelings before his twin spoke, "Sirius Black, I am doing fine, I had come to collect David for his chores as is his duty to complete this Prophecy. David will return tomorrow, there is no need to do anything, we will be going in five minutes. Tell that to his parents and, for the sake of Magic, rest."

David saw the man slump down a little, saw his hope crack a bit and his spirit seemed dead again as he walked out of the room with a hollow chuckle and a rude agreement, and then immediately turned to Harry and said, "You shouldn't have crushed his hope, Harry, he looked more alive than ever right there."

Harry rolled his eyes and said, "Would you rather give him false hopes or just give him the straight truth, David? Anyway, he was a full-grown man, I would rather not deal with him like he is a child."

David sighed and was about to say what was on his mind before looking out of his room's window, he resigned himself, thinking that Harry wouldn't change his mind. He said, "Look, Harry, we will talk about this later. What duties are you here to talk about?"

Harry waved his hand and a few golden and blue sparks flew out and started forming images. David could only keep staring at the beautiful sparks before Harry spoke, "A King needs a weapon of his own."

David was about to look back at Harry but then the sparks started changing shape. David saw a few dots, then some lines, after that a few scribbles and finally, a rough image transformed into a forest.

The forest still looked a bit rough and wavy but that was probably because of how huge it probably was. A few seconds later, the forest started blurring again as the image started zooming into a spot.

"Look at this cave. I have guarded this place for the last four years, it contains the Weapon which will grant an unknown power." Harry explained though he didn't sound happy telling this.

David ignored the cave and then looked at Harry, he asked hesitantly, "You lived in a cave?"

"Yes, I did."

"Oh."

David couldn't speak anything, his brother lived in a cave. While David lived in a beautiful house, with parents and friends and every other luxury in between, Harry was probably struggling through that huge jungle.

And - and - Harry couldn't even see anything bad about this.

And -

David closed his eyes.

This isn't the time.

He cannot do anything about this at the moment, but he will when he can. At the first moment, he will make sure to do something about this. David doesn't know what he can do but he will, and soon.

David turned to Harry, his eyes narrow and sparkling with unshed tears, he croaked out, "Alright, what're we gonna do, brother?"

Harry's composure slipped a bit but then came back on, David couldn't guess why this happened and so just shrugged it away mentally. Harry answered, "You will go into the Cave."

"Only me? What are you gonna do then?"

Harry took out a sword and then said, "This is Excalibur, the Magical Sword of Merlinus Ambrosius, crafted by him as well as the Dwarves of the Nordic Lands with Enchantments and Mythical Powers unknown by even its creators. This is my sword, one for protection and as a backup, in case you need it."

David looked shocked and then immediately stuck onto something. He asked, "What do you mean that as a backup for me? What else will you use?"

Harry's composure broke and he smirked. His twin said, "I don't have magic for nothing, you know." and then turned serious as he said, "A King needs a Weapon more than others, it's his Mark, a Symbol and a Hope of his people, his land and his achievements.

"King Arthur had a plethora of weapons, he was a King after all, but since he achieved most at the side of Merlin and as a Protector, he is remembered the most with Excalibur in his hand. A Weapon shapes a King as much as he shapes it."

Harry seemed to look far away for a moment and then said, "Caliburn awaits you, David."
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The Cave was partially hidden by vines and looked as it is getting smaller to hide away from anything and everything it can sense. It neither looked majestic for an ancient and magical weapon nor did it look threatening to scare away any trespassers. It seemed as if it was made to be hidden away from sight and David would fully admit that he wouldn't have noticed it if he wasn't told by Harry.

Speaking of Harry, his brother seemed shaken and had almost immediately left David alone after pointing out the cave for him. David didn't know the reason and with the nervousness that suddenly started splashing in his heart, he didn't really want to at the moment.

David took a step in and felt as if he was being judged for a hundred different reasons and passed, he sighed in relief and took another step.

An electric shock passed through him and he almost fell, he kept going.

Every step he took, he felt as if he was dying and then killing. He felt every feeling and emotion he could imagine as he slowly took steps. He was breathing heavily and was exhausted. He was sweaty and dirty and would have just gone except for one reason.

He didn't want to.

David took another step and embraced the cutting edges of swords and knives passing through his body before he felt the serving revenge.

He felt some rocks crack under his feet as felt magic trying to kill him as he took under his steps but he stood still, suddenly giving more attention to himself than anytime else.

A snake was bound around his right leg and had stuck its teeth in his thigh, twigs were in his electrocuted hair and there was blood on his torn clothes. It was as if he was actually going under the acts that were happening than feeling a simulation.

And he was sure that this was a simulation since he felt his father kill him with a killing curse after revealing that he served Voldemort.

David took another step and then suddenly fell to his knees.

He sobbed, "I can - n - t, I canno - o - t d - do thi - i - i - s."

Tears fell freely from his eyes. He wasn't even fully in the darkness of the cave with lightning from outside covering him still and he was giving up.

This isn't worth it.

Not for a sword.

He kept crying and tried to crawl back before a magical field seemed to bounce him back towards the floor. He felt as if the air was leaving his lungs and he opened one eye to see there was nothing.

He cannot leave.

Not without that stupid sword.

He kept crying.

David mentally cursed Harry for bringing him here, cursed himself for coming here and then cursed both of them to release anger.

David said to himself, aloud, "I - I - I will k - k - kill you, Har - r - rry!"

He fell and tried to crawl forward, he fell as he kept forward a hand. What was so special about this sword that there were so many traps for him?

Even Harry had said that the sword was normal, except it can act like a wand, and the only special thing was that it boosted power.

Why was he experiencing these traps then?

David put his hand against a wall and tried to stand up and then shakily stood on his knees. He took a step.

Nothing.

What?

He took another step.

He fell down.

He felt punched.

He felt as if he was tortured by punched on a luxurious bed.

His eyes closed.

AN: Okay, so like all my stories, I have basic information on many topics and detailed knowledge of one thing. I am trying to mash that together to create a different world. I don't know if it's any good and am open to any comments about it.