They're The Heroes, Yes They Are
Town Hall
The sound of fighting is everywhere, you can hear men screaming in pain, at least Harry can, no one else looks like they can hear people they've known all their lives possibly dying. 'Must be the magic.' Harry thinks.
Harry feels magic being cast, 'that's a first.' He thinks. He can hear Sirius shouting, rallying his troops, not that he has many. A few seconds pass and he starts to hear the rumble of the horses, then he hears a man scream and just thinks, 'Sirius is doing work then.'
There are more screams a few seconds later, as well as the sound of steel clashing with steel, even more screams, this time the others in the Hall notice. Harry can see women and children with fearful expressions, he can also see the older men looking annoyed at themselves or perhaps more specifically father time, after all if it wasn't for him they would be out there fighting with their sons and nephews. Harry looks out and sees distress on the faces of most and goes to say something to everyone when he sees something that freezes him in his tracks. A window, well not a window per say, it's more an opening above the high table to let smoke out and allow air flow. The problem however isn't that it's there, it's that Harry can see that two men with swords have already dropped in from it and are raising their swords to strike.
Harry thinking fast quickly draws his wand and takes aim and bellows, "BOMBARDA MAXIMA!" A white light flies toward the bandit on the left, about to strike when the bandit on the right makes it exponentially worse for them. He raised his sword to block the high powered exploding charm, not that he knew what it was. The moment the charm connected with the sword was beautiful, the moment after not so, when it connected the sword had ripples appear throughout the blade, not many people realised they were crack at first, then the sword looked to reflect the light for a second. That's when it turned horrific, the force of the spell, powered by Harry's desperate attempt to protect the woman being swung at, shattered the sword but the power of the blast sent the shards into the bandit on the left at high speeds, tearing through his stomach and chest causing blood to flow out at a high rate, pooling on the floor, then he drops.
This however doesn't compare to what happened to his comrade.
When the sword shattered all the force was going backwards, the power however and the heat generated off it went up the sword, to the hilt, heating it up to the point where it could burn through thin cotton, which it did, burning and most likely scaring his palm, if it was attached to his body. When the power transferred to the hilt, it also forced back his hand and forced it back rather quickly and powerfully, in fact it was so rapid and powerful that once his arm was extended as far as it would go it kept going, all the while still attached. The bandit would have felt his arm break and dislocate, both happening in quick succession and both at or around the elbow, it was dislocated first then the radius quickly broke and splintered quickly followed by the humerus splintering where it connects to the elbow. It was followed by the arm continuing back to the point it could no longer stay attached and was violently ripped off at the shoulder.
The men trying to enter from the hole looked from their comrades to Harry and back again horrified and terrified. Women and children seemed too stunned to scream. Older men, probably veterans of some service or war looked disterbed but not like they'd lose any sleep. Harry himself looked horrified, he didn't think that would happen, why would he, he'd seen Umbridge use it and while it may have taken down a wall it didn't force bricks and dust to fly towards the DA. That's when the bandits looked to the doors, saw all the fighters that Lightstall managed to rally in it's defence then to Harry then to their fallen comrades then finally back to the defenders of Lightstall when one finally said, well squeaked, "We surrender!"
It took thirty minutes to get everyone out of the Hall and clam, Sirius took care of the blood on the floor and the arm.
Sirius walks up to Harry and says, "Hey Prongslet, you seem horrified, don't be." Harry just looks at Sirius incredulas, Sirius continues talking, "I know your probably thinking that your a monster for it, your Dad felt the same after the first person he deliberately killed, well he felt it a few hours after the rush of a magical fight wore off, he was damn near inconsolable for a good two hours before your Mum got home. You know who your Dad's first kill was? Radolphus Lestrange, who is that you ask? Well my curious godson that monster was the Lestrange brothers father, James sent a depulso at him, someone summoned a stop sign in it's way, the post impaled him and the sign split his head in two." Harry just looks at Sirius horrified, mouth opening and closing, Sirius says quietly, "Harry today you didn't kill for pleasure, you didn't even use a borderline dark curse. You killed three men to save a little girl, a defenceless woman and however many others in this room. Today I killed my own share, I forget how many but the difference of what we used is this, you used transfiguration and charms none of them borderline and all taught at Hogwarts, I used a sword a curse your mother made and a curse I remembered from when I was a kid that my Grandfather showed me. Am I a monster for using a dark curse? I don't think so, I don't kill for pleasure, I do it to protect, did your Dad or Mum kill for pleasure? No they did it to protect or in the heat of the moment when fighting Death Eaters, though you'd never believe it if you saw your Mum fight, she had a bigger body count than Moody, Dumbledore has even killed in a fight before, by accident or deliberately. Are all those people monsters? No, neither are you, the fact that you are horrified says that. It won't be easy but you'll get through it and I'll be there to support you every step of the way kiddo." Harry just nods with tears in his eyes and Sirius hugs him.
Four hours later outside the Town Hall
Tables have been set up outside, it's still warm even though the sun is barely showing. After the talk with Sirius and some time alone Harry feels better, he isn't fine but he's feeling better.
Vern was holding his daughter's hand talking to some of the men he fought alongside, Athen was having a chat with one of the older men that was in the Hall and Sirius was waiting at a table waiting for Harry, when Sirius spots him he waves Harry over. Sirius looks at him and asks quietly, "Feeling better kiddo?" Harry just smiles and nods, about to say something when they hear Athen ask for quiet, it takes a few minutes but he finally gets it.
Athen says, "Today we were attacked by raiders and bandits, today we fought them back making them regret ever coming here, we didn't lose anyone thanks to our teamwork but more than that we didn't lose anyone thanks to two individuals, Sirius Black and Harry Potter come up here please." Harry looks at Sirius and sees him nod, Harry follows him up and stands to the left of Athen while Sirius stands to his right.
"Thanks to these two brave men we were able to drive back the scum that wished to take from us what we hold dearly, our family. Today these fine men have shown their character, tonight is a celebration, not just from our victory today but for these men. To Sirius and Harry, THE HEROES OF LIGHTSTALL!" A cry of "HEROES OF LIGHTSTALL!" Erupts in front of them, Sirius looks at Harry to see him smiling softly and thinks, 'it was moments like this that it's not James he looks so much like, it's Lily'
Citadel
Marwyn's Room
While everything is happening in Dorne, Marwyn is sitting at his desk in the Citadel reading a book he acquired in Essos while he was mapping land far away. That's when he noticed it, a new source of light, a candle he has never seen alight before, an obsidian candle. Marwyn just stares at the candle for a few seconds before jumping up to inspect it. He notices that it is occasionally changing colours, red then gold then green then back to red again. 'This is momentous, however I can't afford to let the other maesters know, who knows what they will do if they find out. No they can't know, they don't want magic alive anymore, not if they can't control it.'
Later that day Marwyn could be seen hurrying around the Citadel like a man possessed, talking to other Archmaesters requesting all the obsidian candles in the Citadel be delivered to his room for experiments, they all obliged him, most happy to remove the magic taint from the majority of the Citadel.
When Marwyn finally got all the candles into his room he opened a door to a secret room behind his bookshelf and moved them all in there. The moment the last one, the one that is lit, got moved onto it's pedestal in the centre of the small room every other candle lit. It looked like a dancing light show, green, red and golden flames all dancing amongst each other, 'it looks beautiful' Marwyn thought, 'Though, that's probably because it was my life's ambition to see true magic return to the world and it has.'
It was that same night that Marwyn was back standing before the candles, thinking and thinking hard, 'I have always wanted to see magic and to see proof, undeniable proof that it is returning to Westeros, it just strengthens that desire - no that NEED to see it performed in front of me. I will find these Sorcerers and beg of them to show me something, anything arcane, I would give anything for it. There's not really any choice, my life's work and ambition I can't just give it up, I suppose there was really no thought needed, I shall pack up my megre belongings along with the candles and search far and wide for the Sorcerers. Before, however, I go running off, I suppose I should look to see if the candles can give me any indication of where to go first.
Words W/O AN - 1833
AN - Really late, sorry lost the will to write for a bit, self iso and stuff, positive side, I do know what i want to do with this, I will happily take suggestions however. What I do not know tho, is if I want to keep Walkers in the story tell me what you think and if you want them kept, review pls it reminds me about the story
