Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling, Warner Brothers and its affiliates. The Egyptian Gods belongs to Kazuki Takahashi, the creator of Yu-Gi-Oh! It does not belong to me.

Rating: M.

Note: Flashback scene and emphasized words are in Italics.

Chapter 3: Malevolent Light

Far away from the magical civilization, in the blackish-orange-red color of the early night sky, two people, each carrying a torch, could be seen walking; they hiked and traveled until they arrived in a subterranean deep dark forest. During the day, the forest could be seen thriving, vibrant with diverse flora and fauna. Trees comprised of huge tall pine trees, bamboo trees, redwoods and various new and old trees, some, which even appeared, deteriorated; vegetation encompassed diverse fruits and vegetable plants as well as flowers. For a great distance only lush green and brown bark of the trees could be seen, along with the chirping sounds of the birds. But now, the nighttime had brought out the eeriness and creepiness of the woods, yet the two people were striding, without halting.

Gradually, the dense abundant woodland became sparse and scanty, leaving only few tall woody plants and trees lingering here and there. This panorama soon changed into desolate desert land, with almost no vegetation except for few shrubberies. Bones of ox, camels, and few other livestock's could be recognized here and there. Before long, the two men, carrying torches, set foot into another isolated backwoods. However, this wilderness was completely different from the previous one. The foreboding and eeriness was at an entirely different level, since just beyond the edge of the wasteland was a necropolis, a huge cemetery.

A thick mist enveloped the entire wasteland. The huge grove in front of the burial ground appeared dead and stagnant. A small dried up stream that flowed alongside the cemetery emerged into view. The river embankment was dry; everything seemed lifeless and insipid. The pasture and the grassland looked brownish-yellow, not green. The trees nearby had no foliage, leaves, fruits, or flowers; instead, there were countless branches and stalks, which appeared to be broken and shattered. Besides, the tree surface resembled uncanny faces, because of the cracks and holes present in its bark. These hollow craters within the trees glimmered and sparkled spooky red, creating the illusion of being possessed by ghosts and spirits. Moreover, the haunting unearthly sounds, including howls and wails of the wild animals of the backwoods, could be heard throughout the vicinity of the graveyard. Faint noises of cracks and thumps could be heard distinctly, as the shoes of the two males came in contact with the fallen tree branches, as they strolled through the deserted area.

As they came closer to their destination, their figures could be identified more distinctly. From the exterior, they looked like two middle-aged man who were using torches to guide their route. Both of them donned full-length trench coat. However, their visage not discernible, until the brightness of the flames, from the torches, fell upon their face; Cole and Mike's faces were revealed.

"Man! Talk about creepy." Mike said, trying to lighten the mood of the situation.

Cole didn't reply; his face disclosed to be in some deep meditation (with his eyes open) and in his right hand there was a prayer bead. It soon became apparent that Cole was chanting inaudibly to keep the spirits of the wasteland away from them. Additionally, Cole countenances also illustrated an agonizing look, as if he was deliberating something very heartrending and painful. (Cole's eyes glistened from the tears, which were streaming down his face).

"Do you know any horror stories? It's a nice time for listening a horror tale. After all, we're walking through creepy forest at night with no moon." Mike said creepily and hauntingly, by using his hands. "Besides, the storm is picking up and we're all alone. You could begin the story…"

"Do you have to talk about everything?" The other said, caustically. "Would it be possible for you to keep your mouth shut?"

"Don't go all serious, man. Be positive, my friend, be positive."

"Be positive! Be positive, yourself. Do you know what day is today? Do you!" Cole responded irately. "Or have you forgotten everything!"

"Hey, calm down…" Mike tried to intervene, but failed. He knew what Cole would speak about. It was a painful issue, not only for Cole, but also for Mike. It brought out appalling and horrifying memories of their past; memories they actually wanted to forget.

Cole persisted, as if Mike had never interrupted, "Forgotten that today is the death day. The day I lost everything near and dear to me: my parents', my brother, Leo, my wife, Priscilla, and my children, Alice, Mark, and John. They all died, murdered actually! Executed and tormented by Dumbledore and his Order members fifteen years ago. Why? Because my father, Heras Blake Smith Forrester, didn't see eye to eye with Dumbledore's idea of creating a Light Utopia, an utopia where only the light side members will live extravagantly; especially, those people who believe Dumbledore and his Ministry blindly. The rest can all go to hell! "

"I know it, Cole! I know it!" Mike answered heatedly. "You don't have to remind me what you went through, alright! I know that fifteen years ago Dumbledore massacred your entire family! But you're not the only one whose life has been destroyed by Dumbledore. He ruined my life as well. No! Not my life, my family and friend's lives, as well as my village. Both Dumbledore along with his friend, Flamel, ordered the destruction of Seney village twenty years ago because they practiced Necromancy and other rare lost arts (which would have been extremely valuable and priceless in the First War).

"The villagers actually wanted to stay neutral in the first war against Voldemort. But Dumbledore didn't like that because he wanted to defeat the Dark Lord at any cost. So when my friends and family refused to do Dumbledore's bidding, he fabricated a story in the Daily Prophet saying that the inhabitants of the Seney village supported the Dark Lord; he announced that they were the next generation Death Eaters. How can I forget that Dumbledore, with the help of the Ministry, subjected my entire family and friends through a living nightmare before slaughtering them! Huh, tell me! "

Mike stopped for a few seconds before talking again. He needed to calm down.

"I… I'm sorry, Mike. I shouldn't have brought this up now…. You see I'm upset… disappointed with myself because I've failed my mission. I've botched the only chance, the only possibility of bringing him back, by failing to uncover the location of the Gods. There is only one person who is strong and powerful enough to defeat abominable, loathsome, Dumbledore. And he can't come back, unless the Gods unite their powers to bring him back. Furthermore, I'm worried about her reaction. I know that she'll be angry with us because we've failed our mission," Cole finished speaking.

"Obsidian doesn't take failures easily. I know she'll give us a hard time tonight, okay. You don't have to remind me that every time I talk…" Mike persisted, but before he could finish the sentence, a very strong lightning spread across the entire sky, and a loud thunder followed alongside it after few minutes. Suddenly the gale picked up very strongly from nowhere, and one or two water droplets began to fall from the now ebony firmament.

"She already knows…"

-/-

Just outskirts of the graveyard, few miles ahead from where Mike and Cole were, a huge house could be seen erected on a hilly ground. A stroke of lightning fell down from the heavens, and its radiance granted a glimpse of the immense house from the exterior. The house looked archaic and a bit dilapidated with few cracked windows. The trees and small grove in front of the dwelling appeared lifeless and barren. A small well was placed nearby and small mausoleum arranged on the opposite side. Small ghostly apparitions could be seen flying near the memorial park, making strange unearthly sounds. There were also human skulls and skeleton placed all over the place with torches of fire radiating the overall place. In general, the house looked dark, gloomy, foreboding, but the night sky made it appear even more haunting and spectral.

"They've failed!" a thin cold voice screeched. "Why do I send these two bumbling fools to do my job?"

Images of Mike and Cole walking through the graveyard-deserted route could be seen, as if they were on a Muggle television. Slowly their reflections faded from the screen. When another tableau came up, this one involved a moor with a huge incandescence, in the center of the backyard. Around the bonfire, yet again small graveyard was arranged. This representation of the fire burning disappeared in a ripple from the picture. Shortly, the chamber room itself replaced the earlier images.

The feelings of dark, gloominess, foreboding enveloped the entire room as well as the house. From the corridor, the anteroom appeared to be petite, however opposite was the truth. White smoke could be seen everywhere; the resonance of effervescence and other sounds were coming from the room as well. Few human skulls as well as other bone structures could be seen adorning the quarter, alongside strange symbols and designs. The head of wild as well as some mythical animals could be seen hanging on the walls and doors; furthermore, faint silhouette of a woman could be seen from the outside.

The woman looked quite decrepit, around hundred years or so. Her hair seemed to be silver-white, which was left open; moreover, she wore black robes from shoulder to feet. A coal black bandana was tied around her head and snow-white vertical mark blemished on her forehead. A small ornament made of small conch shells, which looked almost like hair band, was tied above her black headband, around her entire head. She also had some bones and tree branches placed at various position of her head as well; furthermore, she was wearing necklaces made out of both human and animal bones, but specifically human skulls, around her neck. In her hand, large scepter made of wood was placed; nevertheless, the top most part of the staff had a two goat skulls placed around it. The woman's most distinguishing feature was her humped back. She was looking in at something what appeared to be a cauldron and verbalizing loudly.

"When you want to do something right, do it yourself. People say this for a very good reason. I've waited so long to bring him back that now I can't wait anymore. I've lost all of my patience. Both light and dark will fear him. Oh! I've waited for so long to rule as well…"

Wraith-like representations and images came in the background as she began to anathematize angrily. Those apparitions displayed the flashback imagery of a war-taking place. Faint echoes of scream and shrieks were perceived and bloodshed spread the entire terra firma. People were killing and butchering each other. No one was shown mercy, not even small babies and toddlers. Mothers were pulled away from their young ones and were killed. Anyone who tried to show a bit mercy, than that person was tortured and killed. Some even used weapons like swords, hatchets and machetes. (People who used these weapons looked like savages). However, green, yellow, and red luster were also seen flying, and they were more common than any other color. Innumerable dead bodies lay on the battlefield at the end. The scene of carnage was also filled with reddish, crimson blood, with weapons and wands lying dispersed all over the turf.

"Did you think you could get rid of me this easily, you scoundrel! Yes, its true that time has taken away my most of my influence and power, but it's all about to change. I'll come back, if it's the last thing I do. I assure you. I will destroy you with the help of your own protégé, the very same one whom you've forsaken and murdered."

Another spectral materialization came up, but this one was completely different from its antecedent. Although the simulacrum was about war taking place, but it was between two individuals, not collective people like the former one.One of the sorcerers had auburn hair and a small beard with thick moustache. Furthermore, he wore gold-rimmed half-moon glasses and had light-blue eyes. It looked like Dumbledore in his late thirties. Most often those cerulean eyes sparked and twinkled with amusement, but at the moment that very same azure eyes were radiating anger and rage. The young facial visage looked quite intimidating and menacing.

"Reducto! Diffindo!" screamed the ghost image of Dumbledore.

"Protego!" Screamed another man and rapidly moved away before the second spell could do any damage to him. This said person almost looked foreign. He had black hair and pallid white skin. He also had two black beady eyes and in his chest there was metal necklace with a pentagram symbol placed on it. (He also looked rather ghostly like Dumbledore).

"You cannot defeat the Light, Grindelwald?" Dumbledore said calmly, with an evil smirk in his face.

"Incendio!" yelled Grindelwald. A stream of fire came out of the wand and flew towards Dumbledore.

"Augamenti! Avis!" rejoinder-ed Dumbledore. "You call yourself a Dark Wizard, don't you, Grindelwald? And this the best you can do?" A small jet of water came out and extinguished the Incendio curse; moreover, a flock of birds started attacking Grindelwald.

"Incarcerous! Imperio!" Screeched the dark wizard but his opponent managed to escape both of the curse unharmed and vanished from where he was.

"Stupefy!" Someone screamed behind Grindelwald and he was completely stunned. "Just to be sure you don't escape, Grindelwald…" Dumbledore retorted, "… Incarcerous!"

Struggling and muffled sounds could be heard from the floor.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk!" Dumbledore said in a sickly sweet voice as if he was elucidating a transfiguration lesson to a first year student, "Haven't you learned anything, Grindelwald! I'll do anything to protect my Light. And no one is going to stay in my way. Anyone who does will face death, no matter who that person is, Grindelwald.

"Your mother, Obsidian tried to interfere with my plans before, and you know what happened. After all, "The Massacre of Kulika Village" is written in several history books, including "Hogwarts: A History" and "A History of Magic." Your family, relatives, and friends were murdered in cold blood; the entire Kulika village was wiped clean. Only few people, including your mother and you were able to escape the genocide. The history books states that the Wizard-Demonic tribes of the Kulika village were conquered by their neighboring barbaric nations. But what the historians don't know is that both my guide and friend, Nicolas Flamel, and I, had ordered those barbaric and savage tribes to attack the Kulika village because they were hindering the progress of Light."

More muffling sounds could be heard but Dumbledore persisted, "But you won't live to tell the tale because you're going to be dead soon"

Dumbledore tortured and tormented Grindelwald, who was whimpering onto the floor, before chanting, "Avada Kedavra!" A huge green light could be seen and with that Obsidian came out of her painful nightmare.

"Dumbledore you've even destroyed my son, Grindelwald, to protect your so-called light side and its perfect righteousness. My son became a dark wizard, but at least he was truthful. He hated the light because of you, because of what you and your cherished light side did to our kinsmen. Everyone says darkness is corrupted, but I'll say the light itself has been depraved and adulterated for a long time. Everywhere you look, all you see is the sordidness and vileness of the light. The time has come now for the complete destruction of your Light."

Suddenly the water in the cauldron vibrated and rippled again; it also made some swishing and splashing sounds as well. So Obsidian went back to the vessel look at the current image contrived in the water. A semblance of a backyard field came into view, where another person, more clearly a boy, could be seen coming towards the house quarters. This person was in his late teens, approximately around sixteen or seventeen. The boy donned a black shirt and blue denims and was striding slowly towards the building. However, because of the hailstorm and rain, the boy soon became completely drenched, though it didn't seem to bother him the least. The boy appeared lifeless and somewhat quiescent, but still he continued towards the path of the edifice. However, he grasped the stones and gravels of the fence as a crutch to help him walk upright.

"He's here."

"I must get him out of the rain soon, or else my vassal will be sick." Obsidiancontemplated.

Rapidly, she placed a drape over the cauldron. "You'll be stopped, no matter what. Countless innocents, both light and dark side, have paid the price with their lives just to protect your so-called innocent light. To protect your rule and your domination, in reality. You don't care who lives or dies as long as your power remains safeguarded. Isn't it, Dumbledore?" The old sorceress declared.

"Enjoy your happy time, my dear, because your bad luck is about to begin." Obsidian thought.

Obsidianwent out of her room into her backyard. It was raining cats and dogs outside, but she didn't care. She stood erect, for sometime, in the middle of the moor where a fire was burning brilliantly. It looked like funeral pyre (as it enclosed by huge timbers and logs from all sides). There was something in the middle of those lumbers, although it was hardly distinguishable from so far away. However, despite the torrential rains, the fire was still burning intensely and strongly.

On a closer view, the huge bonfire placed in the center of the backyard was arranged within green colored pentagram. Inside the five-pointed star as well as the fire was a ceramic statute made of clay. The figurine had human like appearance, but it was thoroughly broken. The statue's eyes, hands, legs, and backside could be identified. Some sort of mark was placed on the almost cracked forehead. Obsidianwent closer towards the five-pointed star emblem marked on the ground. On a closer view, the shattered and damaged clay sculpture looked almost put together, as though it was some jigsaw puzzle; the cracks and splinters over the figurine were still clearly visible.

"I will need to keep this cracked figurine until the ritual is completed. This shattered image will become the vessel through which his soul will return to this world." Obsidianconsidered.

Soon the pentagram emblem, placed on the Earth, could be seen more clearly. Each of the five angles of the pentagram was clearly discernible.

On each of the angle of the pentagram was a small orb, each containing something. The orb on the upper left enveloped Earth, the next orb on the upper right side had Water, the following orb at lower right contained Wind, and lower left sphere held Fire. Ancient symbols were marked on those globes, containing the names of the elements. The topmost part contained Sky. Each of the five spheres was glowing brightly and effulgently under the turbulent night sky. The orb holding Earth gleamed bright brown, while the Water orb glowed crystal blue. The Wind globe radiated rose-colored pink, the Fire orb burned reddish-orange, and lastly the Sky orb glimmered blackish-azure. Even the pentacle lines shimmered bright Avada Kedavra green.

One would commonly suspect that since the pentagram was a five-pointed star design, there'd only be five orbs. However, the most astonishing fact was that instead of five globes in each arm of the pentacle, there were seven orbs. Though, these two orbs, which were placed at the head and the feet of the clay statue, weren't glowing like the others.

All these are going to be needed if my powerful servant is to come back to life, But more importantly, Harry's soul. These are only some of the basic ingredients, but I still need the Gods to complete the ritual. Why did God Osiris say I'd have to find the three Gods in order to awaken him?Obsidianthought and started walking towards the direction where she would find the young boy.

"You'll have to come back so that I can rule…"

-/-

A beach could be seen, whose water stretched miles and miles away. It almost looked like the beach found in the Muggle world with trees and seacoasts. However, there was an exception. There was no trace of sun or any other form of light. Everything was black and dark. The sea was completely black, surrounded by heavy mist. The tree barks were grey and the leaves and foliage were black. The coast was of dark grey shade. The whole place looked gloomy and foreboding. Another deviation was that there was no sign of life (except for the occasional apparitions that flew around). There was no indication of humans or any animals living on the coast. The whole place was barren and uninhabited. If there were some sign of life, then either it was in hiding or it was hibernating. Only the sound of the air and sea waves could be heard.

People have always known, or even imagined, the existence of this place; however, no human or any other living things actually came here. This place, or more importantly this world, has a name. It's called the world of darkness.

-/-

Author Notes: The world of darkness is inspired from the Digimon, particularly, from the "Dark Ocean" scenes in the Digimon's second season and also from the "Shadow Realm" in Yu-Gi-Oh!

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