Author's note: Hello, my dear readers. Before you go on reading, just one thing. From now on I'll post a new chap 3031 days after the last post, at the latest. I would like to apply the following rule: For every 10 reviews I receive for a chapter, I'll post the new part of the story 4 days earlier. This should not force you to review, but give you a benefit from doing so. If someone thinks, this is unfair, illegal or in other ways disturbing, send word and I will stop it.
Thanks for your attention and enjoy yourself
Daly
PS: To Evergreen Sceptre: Do you really link angelic wings to evil? I understand that Harry's
actions are confusing, but you should keep in mind that preventing harm
and doing harm can be close together, look at the american peace and
help campaigns.
Beta's note: Well, here's the newest chapter. This time I'm actually already working on the next chapter, bad conscience and stuff... I know im slow, but I rescued you from another 2 weeks of waiting for this chapter ;-)
Chapter 7: Sangreal
"… and I nearly killed her but Osiris stopped me in the last moment and then Nathaniel told me the tale of Eve's Children."
Harry stopped his rush of words and looked up to the council while he gathered his breath and his thoughts.
"He said that he got a vision which told him to follow a new way and he believed he acted with the bless of God when he and his fellows interfered in the fight between Muggles and Deatheaters, but it wasn't a fight, rather it was a massacre among the Muggles because they can't defend themselves against magic.
And if we are truly descendents of the Angels it was their duty to interfere and yours too. And why did you lei to me, anyway?", Harry spoke faster as he could think.
"Slow down, slow down, Harry", calmed Uther, "You know we're not really the descendents of the Angels. We just share a few genomes with them and the devotion to God. And we didn't lie to you, we just … twisted the truth a bit.
Okay, we weren't fair to you, but it was a test, a very important test, really.
We had to check your characteristically features under real conditions.
And we're glad that you made it, but I assume that you want to tell us more."
"Yeah, when I arrived Nathaniel performed a revelation spell and discovered that something evil will arrive soon and he called me Saviour of Heaven and Earth.
And he told that there'll be a fight in heaven, like the rebellion of Lucifer and neither the Angels nor God himself will be able to win this fight. Someone said it will be the apocalypse."
Harry had to stop, to compensate the lack of air in his lungs. Before he could continue the council members changed meaningful gazes.
Bor muttered quietly, so that Harry couldn't hear, "I told you this would happen."
Uther spoke out louder, "Harry, please follow us."
The council members rose and left the chamber, Harry followed without hesitation.
They went through well illuminated areas till they reached a corridor that was only light up by very few torches.
In the half-light Harry saw that the whole floor, walls and ceiling was covered in black marble. They moved on and Harry discovered that every two feet a cross was engraved in the walls on both sides and he cast a spell.
Out of sudden the whole corridor exploded in bright light.
His spell had revealed that every cross was enchanted with a protection spell.
"Harry, come on", ordered Uther from the front.
"Wait! This is amazing. Who did this?", replied Harry and reached for one of the crosses.
Magic tingled on his hand as he touched it.
"Harry! Stop!", yelled Amelia, "This is very powerful magic!"
"I see", was the short answer. Harry went to the next cross.
He noticed that every cross hosted a different spell, but there were also similarities. Every single spell was potent enough to erase multiple persons at once and obviously they were all triggered by chaotic alignment.
The others came closer.
"Who established this?", Harry asked again.
"We know, but we don't want to tell you", Amelia said, clasping her mouth with her hands afterwards, looking shocked.
Harry turned around to look at her.
"What did you say?", he asked as politely as he could.
Then he saw a different spell aura, a blue one and he recognized the spell. It was a permanent zone of truth, who forced people to answer truthfully.
Amelia followed his gaze and cast a spell by herself. Afterwards she faced Harry again and spoke deliberately, "Harry, please, we mean no harm to you. We'll explain everything later, I promise, but this is not the right place."
"Believe me, lad, you don't want to know everything. Unnecessary knowledge can be a burden, that does more bad than good. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about", Bor assured him.
In silent understanding they moved on, until a door barred their way.
It was another miracle of craftwork. Made of pure silver without a visible flaw, it did not reflect a thing. Neither the light of the torches, nor their very reflections.
Uther turned and bade Harry to open the "door".
Harry was about to laugh out loud, but stopped himself, as he sensed the importance of this order.
With insecure steps he closed the distance between himself and the alleged door. Under the curious eyes of the council he reached for the silver plate and touched it carefully.
To his own amazement the solid block of silver turned into a liquid mass that flowed upwards and vanished in the ceiling.
In front of Harry a new room appeared, but he didn't noticed at all.
His eyes were fixed to the ceiling where the silver mass had took a massive form again.
Now Harry could see that the barrier had a deep from about seven to eight feet. At least that was the space where a non-reflecting mirror merged perfectly with the ceiling.
His attention concentrated on the ceiling, Harry didn't noticed the meaningful glances with raised eyebrows which send the council to each other.
Remembering the situation Harry went further and the council joined him.
The chamber was illuminated by a single magic light at the ceiling and had a cross-shaped ground plan.
The entrance was the long part of the cross and led into a pedestal.
On the pedestal stood a odd formed object.
Interested Harry went to the pedestal to inspect the object and the other Templars did not hinder him.
Glances to the left and right told Harry that the strange item was the only thing in the chamber.
He took a closer look. The object was about 4 feet high and out of metal, which Harry could not tell, but it was grey-black and seemed to pulse under his gaze. This one was not a block like the door but a construction of longish pieces which differ in length and thickness.
They seemed to be in total disorder and the only common things were that they all strived upwards and formed a platform at the top.
On the top Harry found a cup.
It was out of wood and looked ancient, still it was filled with a red fluid.
Remembering Harry how long he hadn't something to drink and how exhausting it was to talk all the time, he drank the cup in one gulp.
The taste was sweet and salty the same time with a hint of metal, but all in all Harry found the taste satisfying. He put the cup on the platform again and turned to the approaching council.
"Heya, why do you keep something to drink in here? I thought this is a testing area."
The council stopped dead and they looked at him appalled.
Thinking something was behind him, Harry turned around. What's up? Here is not a thing. Hey, wait
The cup was refilled.
Without faltering he took it up and took another sip.
Sensing the massive silence in his back he turned around again.
The council looked froze, petrified and aghast at the same time.
"Anything wrong with you?", Harry asked somewhat worried about the mental state of the Templars in front of him.
Bor recovered at first, "In matter of fact, the thing in your hand is the test or better was the test."
"I think I don't understand. This", he waved the cup, "shall be a test?" Bor nodded while the others started to breathe again.
"But every idiot can drink out of a cup", images of Crabbe and Goyle flashed through his mind, "Okay, not every idiot but most of them."
"Sure they can, but the thing is that this cup contains a strong toxin. One drop kills every human within seconds, so say the traditions", Cris told Harry with an inquiring look.
"You mean, I just drunk an half litre venom that ought to kill me", asked Harry with a unreadable glare.
The council nodded in unison.
"Oh", said Harry and shrugged his shoulders, "I feel nothing."
Unexpectedly Amelia, Uther, Cris, Bor and Garret fell to their knees.
"What's up with you today. I thought I'm the one with the poisoned drink", uttered Harry a bit distracted.
"You do not understand!", exclaimed Uther.
"Yeah, quite so", replied Harry.
"You drunk Sangreal", Amelia stated with an unsuccessful effort to hold her amazement in check.
"And?", Harry asked curios. "You drunk Sangreal", repeated Uther as if it was the answer to all questions.
"I know that already, thank you, but I want to know, why you make such a fuss over this exotic cocktail?"
"Cocktail! Cocktail, he says! Heaven help!", muttered Uther before he continued in normal volume, "Harry, do you know what Sangreal is?"
"Yes, it means the holy grail, the cup of Jesus at the last Communion and it also symbolizes Christi's blood. But you don't want to tell me that this", Harry waved the cup again, "is the blood of Jesus, do you?"
"Thank you, Lord. He got it!", exclaimed Uther.
"You're kidding me, this can't be the blood of Jesus. It is impossible!"
"No, it's not. It's impossible that such a ignorant boy is the descendent of Jesus Christi and therefore legal head of all Templars", announced Uther.
"Be so kind and say this again", pleaded Harry.
"It's impossible…"
"Na, not that. The second part."
"Descendent of Jesus Christi and therefore legal head of all Templars."
"You mean, I got your position by drinking this." Harry paused a few seconds. "Cool, do you have more cups with deadly poison that kill everyone except me around here?", Harry asked excitedly while looking around for more odd pedestals.
Cris, Garret and Bor grinned whereas Amelia and Uther looked dumbfounded.
Suddenly Harry's dreamy expressions changed to a petrified mask.
"Descendent of Jesus Christi and therefore legal head of all Templars?", repeated Harry slowly. "I'm not very familiar with the bible but I've never ever heard that Jesus had children and what do you mean with all Templars? Did I miss something", commanded Harry.
Uther knotted his hands and evaded Harry's gaze as he said, "I didn't mean that one of your ancestors is Jesus. Heir is a better word, I think. Yes, that fits. You are the son of God and heir of Jesus."
"You mean my farther is … was God. You know, untidy raven black hair, an asshole in school, a bloody good seeker and married to Lily Evans", Harry asked sceptical.
"No, I mean God is your farther and not your farther is God", replied Uther with wild gestures.
Harry raised an eyebrow in suspicion.
Uther took a deep breath and gathered his thoughts.
"Listen, this son-of-God-business hasn't something to do with you in a biological way, or not merely, it's more a blessing before you were born, you understand?", Uther said.
"Yeah, part of it. And this Sangreal proves that I'm … blessed, right?"
"Yes! No. More or less. To be honest I don't understand it by myself in every detail, but I know this: You drunk, you live, you are the head of us all", Uther confessed, to end his torture, but Harry wasn't finished yet.
"Who are all, exactly? Do you mean you, those four and the other thirty persons here in this place plus the sixteen rebels or is there more?"
"There are more, but this knowledge reserved for the councils."
"Councils? I've got the feeling this will be interesting now. Go on."
"We, that means our base in Great Britain, is the main-part of a system that includes over forty cells all over the world. We are in touch with all of them and are the only ones who knows all other councils.
The other councils consists of three people and know only four or five other Councils, just in case. We told you that we only observed, that isn't whole truth.
We have enemies who operates against us as best as they can. To tell you the full truth we have foes that match our power or surpass it even. So we had no choice except to work in background."
"What enemies?"
"Militant parts of the church, sects, criminal organisations and companies. That leads me to another point you should know about. God is the creator of the world and the universe, even when he didn't do it in the way the holy book tells us.
But he didn't create Being.
Whatever created the Being created God and a law, the ultimate law.
For every good thing that came into existence a bad thing has come too and the other way round. So where there's a God, there is a Devil, where's light there's shadow, where's life there's death, where's hope there's despair. This is the balance of the universe."
"I see. One more question. If this Sangreal kills every person that is not … blessed, how did you know it would not kill me?"
"We didn't know it, but there were signs", answered Amelia truthfully.
"You tell me you risked my life in order to find out that I may be the second messiah. What chance did you expect? One to a billion!"
"In honesty, one to a hundred, but the result's worth the risk. And as you see, we were right", stated Bor shifting his position under Harry's gaze.
"But this is my bloody life and when there is a chance that I lose it, I want to know at least. And a chance of one to a hundred, is far too great to take it. Lord, what had you done when it killed me?", Harry boiled for rage out of sudden, seeing the danger he was in without realizing it.
"We had resurrected you", announced Garret in a matter of fact voice.
"Resurrected me?" Harry was dumbfounded. "You mean bring me back to life, restore my health, raise me from the dead, breathe new life into me, revive me, revivify…"
"Yes, yes, and yes again. God, get a grip!", shouted Uther to end Harry's litany, "For God's sake, what do you think we are. Murderer? Of course we wouldn't hand you over to death if we hadn't possibilities to insure your safety."
"You indicate you could revive me, that easy? That's crazy!"
"It's not crazy, but expensive. So keep your arse in this world", Cris growled.
"Expensive? Do you grease God's palms or what?"
"Quite so, it's a ritual which gives new life energy to a dead corpus. The disadvantage is that all persons involved lose strength and power", explained Amelia.
"Oh", was everything that Harry could muster.
"We should go now. Our business here is done", advised Amelia.
"Yes, you're right. This is done", Uther confirmed while Harry replaced the cup.
Together they returned to the end of the corridor. There Amelia stopped them.
"Harry, promise me to keep everything that happened in there a secret, at least for a while, please", Amelia asked, the voice loaded with seriousness.
"I promise by my honour to keep it secret until the right moment has come", Harry replied and turned to leave without saying goodbye.
When he was out of sight, Garret said, "Did you hear him? Till the right moment. His promise is worthless, he can determine the moment to lift it. He doesn't trust us anymore."
Uther sighed and answered sadly, "I think he never really trusted us to begin with and maybe this is good so.
Thank you for reading this and please comment on it. As you can see, there'll be a huge battle (at least one, maybe more ;-) ) in this story and I need spells, powerful spells, hazardous spells, potent spells and correspondingly ultimate defense magic. To illustrate this properly I need incantation, wandhand movements ,effects, appearance and possible counter-spells. I'd appreciate your help by this difficult task and be glad for every suggestion. Only limit: The Earth should be in one piece in the end. ;-) Thanks a lot, again.
