Harry Potter and the Source Beyond Might and Magic
Chapter 13
The Phoenix Has Risen
The Death Eaters had fired with such glee. Their wands pointed in the direction of the people hidden away in the back of the joke shop, with glowing green tips, and several thin emerald beams of light sored straight for the customers without a word.
The jets of light streaked towards the customers with mothers and fathers moving to shield their children, and hope for a miracle. It all happened as if time slowed to prolong their terror as tears fell, and knickers and pants were soaked through, fear held them routed to the spot and all the movement they could manage was involuntary shivering.
However, their attention became split when the wall to the next shop over exploded inwards and something streaked passed them. Allison had thought for a moment that things had gone from seriously shit to something worse, which was probably not possible. How it could have gotten worse, she may never know, but she was wrong to even consider that.
There she was. She was like a guardian. Their very own goddess. She was perfect. She was their hero. She was standing, crouched on a long metal and plastic board, similar-to a surfboard or more accurately like a snowboard, only less rounded with straight edges and a wide flat/straight angled front. The bottom of the board sparkled with golden light that seemed to flow like glitter but left no dust upon the ground and hummed gently. It was the most magnificent sight any of them had witnessed in their lives.
She had tilted the board towards the killing curses, and to their awe and astonishment the beams didn't hit the board as they had figured they would. Instead, they seemed to splash into the air like a stone would ripple water, and all the beams veered off around her and the board like gravity itself gave the Killing Curses the finger. Several of the customers jumped and startled as the green killers sailed around them, and exploded into the ground or walls behind them.
Their mysterious saviour re-angled her board within seconds facing the several masked men she had saved them from. She sat on her board this time, with her legs crossed. She was leaning back on her hands, and though she must have been powerful, no one could sense any power from the young woman.
In her left hand, leaning flat to her board, the customers could see a very long katana with its blade hidden within its deep purple sheaf with black ropes leading around it in some intricate patterns. The handle itself was long in deep black and purple leather intertwined with two bone-like claws coming up to protect the hand from the birdlike hand guard.
The woman on her board was wearing leather trousers, purple and black, tight to her perfect powerful legs. She wore small black leather half-boots, and a sleeveless purple top tight to her body with black sleeves tied on to her strong looking biceps. The top had a hood attached and pulled up over her head, and twin skirts of purple to black hanging on a black leather belt around her waist.
Her face, Alison wanted to see this woman's face, but when she turned to her slightly as if sensing her, it was obvious that Alison wouldn't be seeing her face, as she wore a plain purple mask with deep blacks flowing and swirling into it and with a purple shaded outline that Alison saw after a moment was the form of the phoenix. It must have been magical as it completely covered her face, or she wouldn't be able to see, and didn't look like it had any straps, and she could feel something like it was assessing her soul.
The woman turned back to the Death Eaters, as they retreated a few steps back wondering whether they could flee. It was quite-obvious even with their masks that the Death Eaters were terrified, and who wouldn't be. She was a very intimidating sight to behold, so relaxed and demonstrating power, but – nothing; they couldn't feel a tingle of her power, and for anyone who knew how to duel with magic; that was a scary prospect.
"Rose thorn bind!" their saviour suddenly spoke with her voice distorted and calm; almost as if she wasn't interested in the fight. Her voice was gentle and elegant, strong and soothing yet those three words alone sent a shiver of fear through everybody's spine. It was terrifying to hear this girl's voice, but to feel it too. It ran warm and cold through the veins, solid and lucid. It had a mind of its own. It was indescribable.
Nothing happened for a moment and all was too quiet as everyone seemed to hold their breaths. Then a Death Eater snorted. He must have thought her spell hadn't worked for a moment, and he even went to fire a curse at her. However, he stopped when she giggled and wiggled the finger of her free hand. Her sword suddenly flashed purple for the briefest of moments before the ground began to shake.
Alison could tell that the shaking ground was centred around the Death Eaters easily as they were crying out and barely able to keep their footing. However, what happened next happened so fast she almost missed it. Huge green vines exploded out of the ground forcing fissures to get out, through the surface. On each of the vines were hundreds of razor-sharp thorns.
It was an amazing sight for certain. However, as soon as they burst out of the ground, they shot round, twisting and ensnaring the Death Eaters. The razor thorns tearing into their flesh, their red blood gushing onto the green of the vines, and where the blood splashed glowing crimson roses burst to life. The Death Eaters were screaming in pain, struggling against the vines but they weren't going to ever escape that spell.
"The more you struggle; the more messed up you'll become. But I heard you love to eat death… but I wonder… would she love to eat you?!" the girl chimed sing song with a little chime of amusement. She sounded so musical and childish about the way she told them of their fate it was plain creepy. "Some people just don't like to take others advice I suppose!" she giggled again as she watched the foolish Death Eaters continuing to cry, bleed, struggle, and suffocate as the vines were cutting them to pieces, and sprouting more roses before turning to Alison and the customers.
The masked woman had what appeared to be a coat of arms on her left breast. It was like a black and silver phoenix on top of a red and gold shield with its wings spread wide. Alison was pretty sure a more shadowed version was on her back, blended with the leather. The woman gave a small wave with her free gloved hand while the other moved her sheaved sword to her lap, as she sat up, and the board turned fully to them. The gloves were skin-tight purple leather with black metal plates on the back.
The young woman's gaze was unnerving as they couldn't see her face through the mask or under the hood, but they could make out black hair as it curled down her right side over her shoulder and down her breasts in a twisted triple plait. However, even concealed, Alison knew without a doubt this masked vigilante was beautiful with that fit, and powerful looking body Alison found herself licking her dry lips. The girl was beyond anything that Alison could call fit. She could make out the contours of her muscles, even though she wasn't tall or massive, being hugged by her clothes, and a pair of amazing yet conservative sized-.
"Are you okay?" the masked woman asked them, and interrupted Alison's musing in a soft and gentle voice; Alison was surprised, as she sounded concerned.
"Y-yes… t-thanks t-to you Miss…" Alison replied quickly, both nervous and fearful. This wasn't the sort of person you wanted to disrespect, or leave waiting too long. Alison even found herself bowing. "S-sorry… I don't mean to be rude, but-?" she trailed away unable to ask the question that tried to break free from her lips.
"You're… her… this, Lady of the Phoenix, aren't you?" the young floo regulator suddenly blurted out taking a step backwards. His eyes were wide with fright and Alison could see him shaking even more now than when they were being threatened by Death Eaters. "B-but you're just a-a-a myth."
She looked to him in both amusement and pity letting out a small chuckle, he flinched. "Astute," she agreed in a cool peppy tone. "But myths always have a base in fact, but I'm more of a rumour, I would say. But I suppose I could be a myth…? Being a myth can't be as bad as being a legend… can it? Or a fable… or fairy tale… could you imagine just being a silly little fairy tale?" she asked as if the idea was ludicrous.
The Lady of the Phoenix continued chuckling as she slid from her board as she unfolded her legs and landed on her feet with effortless ease, and the grace of someone blessed, perhaps? The board floated next to her like an obedient pet, and they all flinched back from her. The little boy from before was standing in front of his petrified mother staring up at the masked woman; her skirt hung to her ankles, thin leather that wavered and flowed as if it had a mind of its own.
"Are you a hero?!" the boy asked before anyone could stop him.
The Lady Phoenix chuckled and shrugged as she reached out her right hand and ruffled the boy's hair in affection. "Hero and villain… or villain and hero … or neither," she said whimsically. "I just do what I do to protect the innocent – as is our way! Because we have the ability, it is the right thing for us to do in such trying times as these."
"You are a hero!" the boy said brightly before his mother snatched him away and picked him up.
The boys' mother bowed her head respectfully. "S-sorry, My Lady for my son's impertinence!"
The Lady of the Phoenix could only laugh and shake her head. "You can't see, but I am rolling my eyes. He's a little kid… and I'm not a Death Eater, so don't worry yourself around me, Darling!" she said with another laugh. "You can all speak freely, I shall not kind, especially a daring like him," she said gesturing the boy and he blushed shyly, but smiled brighter, and his mother let of a relieved breath she hadn't realised she held.
"T-thank you, My Lady," the woman replied with a light, yet still scared smile as she held her son tightly.
It was now that Allison got to get a good look at the Lady's flying board, and knew that if they could sell those, flying broomsticks would end, if they could fly properly like brooms could, and she wouldn't doubt that. It was black from the back fading into purple at the front with a huge purple and black phoenix spread over and wrapping around it. It had to be the single most beautiful picture she had ever seen before, in some strange, eye twisting 3D or 4D optical perspective.
The Lady giggled a little more, startling them before turning away from them, and facing the door. Alison gulped as she got to admire this girl's great rear as the skirts split around to give her a good look. Alison blushed and gulped, feeling faint as the Lady tilted her head slightly looking back at them, but Alison had a strange stirring in her tummy that the Lady was giving her the majority of her attention, as if she sensed the admiration, and that caused Alison's cheeks to feel close to bursting into flames while her heart hammered in her chest.
"You should all stay here where it is now safe," the Lady of the Phoenix spoke calmly and politely but the order was clear. Although she phrased it like a request, it was certainly a command. She turned back towards the shop floor and had only taken one step when Alison foolishly found herself calling out.
"W-wait… Lady Phoenix!" Alison called hesitantly.
The young Lady Phoenix stopped and turned towards her fully. "Do not worry. It will be all over soon. We'll make sure of that!" the young woman replied, and brought two fingers of her right hand to where her lips should have been and blew her a kiss, before she turned away and walked gracefully through the door with her flying board obediently following her.
Alison's heart felt close to smashing through her chest at that, but grimaced and had to hold back from heaving as she made the mistake of turning once their Lady was out of sight, and her eyes landed on the Death Eaters trapped in the vines. She hadn't noticed but they had stopped shouting and struggling. They were dead, cut up to pieces, a few body parts severed and globs of blood dribbling down the vines to the floor, pooling into roses, and the children were being shield away from looking as a couple of men drew wands and quickly rebuilt the wall into a rough mess, with the repairing charm, hastily done, hiding the worse mess from sight.
Alison couldn't take it anymore, as she lost bladder control, pissing herself, she dropped to her hands and knees breathing heavily and laboured, shaking from head to toe as it all crashed down on her, and glad her robes should hide what she had done. She could feel the warm liquid pooling around her crouch and sliding down her legs before she finally heaved and started puking on the ground, sweat pouring off her and her eyes wide with fright. She doubted she could forget this even if she had her memory modified.
However, Alison wasn't the only one losing control of bodily functions or being violently sick now the adenain keeping them sane was draining from them. How could she be? They all witnessed what that perfect young woman had so cruelly done. But still, she rescued them, whereas the Ministry had not. She had killed for them, and deep within their souls they would be forever grateful.
Meanwhile, in Diagon Alley's main street, Fred and George had been in the thick of things for nearly ten minutes, and the battle was only just starting to heat up. Only a few minutes into the battle did any aurors actually-show up, and only about forty something according to Mad-Eye-Moody who had been fighting with them. According to the heavily scared old ex-auror the Ministry was in disarray as someone in the travel department cut off Diagon and Knockturn from the Floo Network, and it didn't help that Harry had damaged so many fires before, but they had more secure fires in the Department for Law Enforcement, but they had been shut down too. So, unless your fire was an international fire, which was unlikely as they were all in the Ministry building, and heavily regulated since Fudge became Minister, as he had probably pissed some other magical world governments off, so nobody was going anywhere through any of the floo fires, essentially cutting off Diagon Alley's main escape route, as all the warding stopped apparation in or out, outside of certain key locations, which were being blocked off by Death Eaters and their supporters.
This was troubling news for the Weasley twins, as it likely meant that Alison and their customers were still stuck within their shop unable to escape. It was infuriating to be so helpless. If the Ministry had started weeding out all the corruption sooner, they had no doubt that the Floo Network would at the very least still be open.
"Maybe they got through?" Fred suggested hopefully. "They might have gotten through before whatever wanker managed shut down the network?"
George grimaced. "Yeah… I wouldn't hold too much faith in that though. Hopefully, we can keep this scum from going into our shop, though?"
Fred nodded in determination as he looked over towards his and George's shop where he was surprised to see a fit young woman wearing purple and black leather strolling nonchalant from the shop and wearing a strange purple mask. They first thought she was a Death Eater, but the mask was wrong, and the clothes. Death Eaters wouldn't go – Death Eating without a black hooded robes.
She seemed to glide from their shop with pure determined grace and power; yet – it felt like she wasn't there. She seemed stunning even though they could not see her face because of the hood and mask.
The young woman walked calmly and agilely towards a nasty and large group of goblins without a care for her own safety while some kind of hoverboard flew to her side, and slightly behind. In her left hand, in its sheaf, she held a very long katana sword. It must have been almost as long as she was tall. It took the goblins a few moments to notice her, but when they did, crafty little smirks lined their murderous lips. They turned to her, weapons at the ready, but she suddenly stopped, and Fred knew; he didn't know how he knew, but she was grinning under that mask.
She took a few moments seeming to examine the goblins, corking her head to one side. She completely ignored the rest of the battle going on around her as spells seemed too scared to try their luck with her, and the Death Eaters were too busy to notice her presence anyway.
"Surrender!" she spoke softly and quietly. Her gentle voice drifting clearly; even drowning out the sound of battle. However, that one word made Moody, Fred, and George shiver cold dread as they looked to each other.
Alistor Moody stared at her, focusing in on her, but his magical eye couldn't even make out the outline of her face. It wasn't perfect – more like a muggle X-Ray, but his eye could normally see anything unless it was lead lined, and even that had to be about a quarter inch thick before the density of the metal did its trick to full effect. However, his magical eye couldn't see her, but what was more; his eye could normally see magic, but nothing. He couldn't see any magic coming from her, and couldn't sense anything, not even from the board.
It was obvious to Moody that her voice had spooked the goblins as they hesitated for a second. It was quite alarming to think that one girl had spooked just over twenty goblin worriers with only one word, but they could sense much more than Moody could. The young woman supposedly had no magic. Goblins senses were much more acute than a humans, naturally, and yet – maybe that was why they hesitated. Magic or none, if the goblins sensed a predator; that would give them pause.
However, the goblins regained themselves immediately and sneered their reply, showing off their sharpened teeth and brandished magical swords, shields, and spears while yelling their war cry to buff their power they glowed with fierce golden light. They charged towards her; however, she just stood her ground and before they were within five meters of her, she raised her sword up a little, nonchalant.
"Razors-bind!" she hissed, magic practically leaking from her words, but yet, Moody heard the magic, but couldn't feel or sense anything from her. The goblins paused suddenly in their attack. Their eyes widened as her sword flashed brightly from purple to a liquid silver. Then the worst happened. The liquid silver blurred off the sword in several long slivering tendrils, snaking their way forward at high speeds towards the goblins. The tendrils soon started snaking round the goblins like frisky anaconda, coiling and ensnaring.
Fred, George, and Moody grimaced as the goblins started screaming in pain as they struggled to free themselves as the liquid look faded for solid metal. They couldn't see why they were in so much pain for a moment until they noticed the blood starting to pool down from where the goblins had been lifted from the ground. The liquid metal started showing itself to form around the goblin's small bodies into bladed metal along thin metal cords, slicing into goblin flesh dropping blood to the ground. The goblins all fell limp or to their knees as the bind tightening on them, cutting deeper; their howls of agony ringing through peoples ears like nails to a chalkboard, as they tried reaching out towards Gringotts the other end of the alley while squealing in their own tongue.
The young woman turned to where the huge goblin ran bank stood the other end of the alley where an old goblin stood protected by their wards on the top steps. He wore a crisp suit with a curved spectacles with his hands clasped behind his back as he watched. He was looking down his long-hooked nose at the trapped goblins and bared his teeth at them before turning his back and re-entering his bank where the doors slamming shut to reverberate through the alley, but it was like only the captured goblins and the young woman knew the meaning.
The Lady turned back to the goblins as they squealed as her sword flashed purple once more, and the liquid metal melded away joining the rest of the spell containing the goblins in their agony, tightening they were slowing in their struggles. The young woman just stretched a little unconcerned about the pain she had just caused, or the blood she had spilt. She waited only a few moments before the goblins slowly, one by one stopped screaming out, and either fainted from pain and blood loss to soon die, or they had already died. It seemed she wouldn't care either way.
"A-all of t-them w-with one spell, a-and without a wand!" Fred said to himself while holding his stomach; his cheeks lightly stained green. "I-I'm going to be sick!" he reached out before bending over at the waist and letting out his lunch the same way it entered.
"Crap… me too!" he heard his brother gasp out as he to bent over throwing up his lunch. That had to have been the single most disgusting thing he had ever seen as blood pooled and a few fingers and body parts fell off the goblins, and he prided himself on seeing disgusting things all the time, but this was going way too far, even if it was kind of cool, in an ironic sort of justice for the goblins.
Moody was watching the twins with a small amount of pity as they hurled before he spoke. "Well, I must say even I feel a little queasy after seeing that!" he growled out with shake of his head. "Don't struggle in a bind like that boys; they tighten on you. best thing to do is surrender, if you feel like you might survive doing so. But if every young witch and wizard fought like that; the Death Eaters would think twice about attacking us like this? But I am intrigued by that mask," he added, which confused the twins.
Mad-Eye-Moody held back a smile at the sickly look the twins managed to give him, as they wiped off their mouths on their sleeves. He could definitely-see why the green tinted twins were now feeling under the weather. Even he had been a lot older than them when he first saw something even remotely like this, and that was nothing as gruesome or bloody.
"So, she's the Lady of the Phoenix!" he growled out. "I am impressed. She's even more dangerous than I could have ever believed. Well for someone who supposedly fights the good fight."
The twins were however spared from responding, because seemingly out of nowhere three huge mountain trolls came charging around the corner and into the mouth of the alley, they hid in. The twins quickly got over their problems as they readied themselves with Moody for a difficult fight. The trolls stunk of putrid rotten meat and fish even from several yards away. Their stumpy grey bald heads housed dark menacing bloodshot eyes of fury, obviously someone had been working them into a state.
Moody and the twins each chose a dulling stance ready to defend themselves, holding themselves up as bravely as they could manage. However, within seconds they found themselves shielding their eyes as a huge explosion erupted deafening them as it was so close and blinding them with flickering white light. The air was supercharged with static and they could each feel their hairs standing up on edge. The ground shook minimally but they could hear it crack in places, and as the light slowly faded away, and their hearing slowly returned they heard or rather felt three heavy dull sloshing thuds before them.
The three of them slowly blinked their eyes; little speckles of colours violated their vision for a few moments as they blinked away the spots. However, when their vision cleared their mouths dropped open in horror. The three trolls were no longer a threat. They were lying on the floor smouldering and smoking, burnt black with a putrid, acid like smell of burnt meat. Boiled blood oozed out of cracks in their overcooked skin, and more than a few times one of the monsters' legs or arms twitched oozing even more blood or producing another crack in the skin as little yellow sparks of electricity trailed along the monsters for a few more moments.
Moody looked to the twins, both of whom looked as if they were going to throw up some more. Now whoever did this wanted everyone's attention and wanted it now. This was obviously one seriously powerful mage, but Moody couldn't sense such magic. Moody was almost anxious to see this new player himself. This attack had garnered everyone's attention as they had all stopped fighting with each other and were looking around frantically, most quickly taking cover as other trolls were lying around all over the alley as they were burnt up and fried too. The Death Eaters seemed to be the only group stupid and arrogant enough to stay out in the open, as even the remaining goblins kept to the sides of the street, holding their weapons at the ready, and hoping the buildings would protect them from more lightning strikes.
Alistor Moody found himself scanning the streets for this mage, but all he spotted was several more unfortunate trolls having been taken out of the fight. It was quite scary to think that it was potentially done with one spell by one person.
"U-up there!" came the voice of one of the Weasley twins suddenly. Moody wasn't sure which one, but he gazed at the young lad and saw him pointing to the roof top of the Weasley twins new joke shop. He followed the young lads pointing arm and hand nervously expecting to see 'him'.
"It's a guy dressed similar to that girl we saw earlier!" one of the twins proclaimed breathlessly.
Indeed, it was a young man. However, he was dressed in crimson and black leather. Though, he didn't have the skirts and his clothes were not tight like the girls. His were looser fitting than the young woman's. Then he wore a long sleeveless crimson coat hanging to his ankles with a mind of its own, and black sleeves baggy (rather than the Lady's form fitting), tied around his powerful biceps and hanging to his crimson gloved hands. The gloves were skin-tight with black metal plates on the back.
He stood on top of a metal and plastic board of some kind with a straight front and angles, coloured red from the back fading into black at the front with a huge crimson and black phoenix curling around it. The underside sparkling gold as he hovered above the shop. He wore a hood up covering his face mainly in shadows just like the girls, and he wore a mask matching her, but his was crimson, and his body was tall and powerful; muscles bulged beneath his clothes with baggy trousers and tight shirt; he wore bulky looking black boots.
He carried something in his right hand. It was the strangest weapon Moody had ever seen someone bring to battle. It brought forth the image of the grim reapers scythe if the reaper were to improve upon it over the eras. It was huge, and easily longer than the young man as the staff rested on the board and the blade came just above his head. It housed a handle and long guard in the centre, with a huge slick black blade curved and pointing in like a cutlass, with a blade flowing a little further down protecting the hand guard. Just below the main blade the weapon housed a red gem with a slight glow to it. The blade then trailed down the handle like a spear of pure onyx coming to a stop by the man's feet in a deadly point. The handle was perfectly wrapped in entwined crimson and black leather. The blades edges from top to bottom like perfect yet unbreakable glass tinted with shimmering reds of every shade, and faintly glowing.
It was an impressive sight to behold, as he lifted his weapon with ease of practice and rested it lazily on his right shoulder. He seemed to be scanning over every creature within the alley, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry to introduce himself to anyone. Moody could now actually feel the fear blanketing the air around him, but he couldn't feel any power or see any magic coming from the young man. It was not just the dark that were afraid of this man, but the light too, and Moody couldn't blame them for that.
The young man's coat blew in the wind rippling gently about his legs but never for a moment did it move to get in his way. It was eerie and spooky. How could any one man scare the shit out of so many people at midday was beyond Moody's knowledge. Even Voldemort would be hard pressed to make so many people piss themselves at night. Moody shuddered. He could feel it – the fear – in his bones – his instincts screamed – only a fool wouldn't be able to tell that this man was something else, even beyond the girl.
There was only one person, Moody would feel comfortable running to if this man wanted his head, and that was Harry Potter. He had seen what Harry Potter did to capture all those Death Eaters in Hogsmeade, so knew given no choice but to fight to the death; he would be up there beyond the best, but he had yet to see Potter's limits, and wondered who would win.
Moody looked slowly from the young man to the Death Eaters. The fools stood out in the open, so they were easy to target from the air. They were frozen in place looking up at the young man as he glowered down at them. Moody could just about see through the eye holes in their skeletal masks. They were beyond scared. They were in the realms of shitting themselves and dying of heart attacks or strokes.
It had been a long time since, Moody had seen Death Eaters that scared, and that was because Voldemort had been on the field. Not even the great and powerful Dumbledore could scare them, but then Dumbledore didn't have it in him to kill or cause pain; he was soft, and the Death Eaters knew that, and used it to their advantage. Moody found himself feeling a little sorry for the Death Eaters, if only a little.
They were already dead, and on some level; they already knew that.
"W-who's he?" George wondered aloud to no one, his voice quivering with his fear.
"He is my husband of course. He is the Lord of the Phoenix!" came a mysterious voice from behind them.
The three of them jumped in shock and horror; their hearts pounding in their chests and trying to leap up through their throats as they span around gasping for breath. None of them even had the nerve or forethought to raise their wands in defence. It was her. The Lady of the Phoenix. They gulped and took an attentive step back as one, which only caused her to laugh gently, as if she found amusement in their fear.
"You fear someone who has caused you no grief!" she suddenly chimed singsong, almost mockingly with laughter in her sweet, and deadly voice just stroking her thumb along the sheaf of her blade. "I wish I could understand, but if anyone were to hurt me… they would have to deal with..." She trailed off and gestured up with her masked face towards her husband.
"Y-you… you really are, the Lady of the Phoenix a-aren't you?" Moody suddenly questioned raspy. "A-and then, he truly is the L-Lord of the Phoenix. I-I just thought y-you were just s-some silly little stories to g-give people hope."
"Silly, maybe," she agreed with an amused shake of her head. "But little stories? I'll have to disagree with that. You see… our story is only just beginning."
"I-I can see," agreed Moody nervously.
She let out a small giggle that sent cold chills of dread running down their spines as she turned from them, slowly and gracefully heading in the direction of her husband she strolled across the street. As she walked her board followed her as it was there; they had not seen it like it was tricking their senses. The board moved to her left, low enough that she stepped onto it with ease as she began gliding upwards.
However, a second later, a splattering of blood coated all three. Moody, Fred, and George could only cower and drop to their knees, lost, sick, and confused.
The three looked up thinking it was the end… they had been killed… but then if they were dead why were they still in Diagon Alley? They slowly looked up and their eyes bulged out of their sockets as they saw the troll slowly split in two with a bewildered expression. Both halves fell away to each side spilling guts, blood, and other fluids, as well they could see both halves of its bloody brain in its sliced scalp.
They were as white as ghosts as they slowly looked up to see the Lady standing on her board just a short distance in front of them hovering with her back to them. However, her hood had blown down revealing long midnight black hair tied by her waist and base of her neck by large crimson phoenix clips, some tails of hair hanging over her ears and forehead. However, they couldn't see her face because of the plain purple mask with deep blacks flowing and swirling into it and with a purple shaded outline that was the form of the phoenix.
The Lady of the Phoenix turned towards them, and though they couldn't see it; they knew she had a smug smirk on her lips as they watched her push her beautiful purple edged sword back into its sheaf in one perfect motion. She giggled and saluted them in amusement before she returned her attention upon the Lord as he looked down upon her. The Death Eaters were now visibly shaking as they had witnessed the girl slaughter the troll and laugh, and they had probably noticed what she did to the goblins.
Moody grimaced as he heard the twins throwing up again before shaking his head clear and returning his attention to Lord Phoenix as everyone else seemed to be doing. The tension in the air by now was so thick that it could stop a knife clean.
"ENEMY'S OF THE LIGHT BEWARE! COME TOO CLOSE TO MY BLADE! AND YOU SHALL GET IT WHERE THE LIGHT WON'T SHINE!"
These words boomed out over the alley enticing cold shivers all over. His voice was cold and commanding, and held a sharp edge to it, though Moody could detect large amounts of humour too. This guy was obviously going to enjoy fighting Voldemort's minions, and most likely end up killing them all.
Lord Phoenix chuckled as his board carried him from above the roof and out into the open, he pointed his scythe down at the Death Eaters with no effort on his part, and they took cowardly steps back.
"COME ON NOW!"he called out laughing madly, as his voice echoed. "YOU WERE ALL SO KEEN A FEW MINUTES AGO, WHAT'S CHANGED?"he asked them with sarcasm leaking unchecked from his voice. "I GET IT! YOU'RE FUCKING PUSSY SHITS WHO CAN ONLY FIGHT THOSE WHO CAN'T! LIKE LITTLE CHILDREN… MAYBE FILTH LIKE YOU SHOULD TRY PLAYING WITH ME?!"
Gasps escaped some as Lord Phoenix glowered down; the Death Eaters kept shooting each other horrified looks before some of them flickered away, as they were guarding an apparation point, but a moment later that lasted less than a millisecond they flickered back again. Some grabbed their heads screaming in pain, and falling to their knees while others just screamed out in pain. A few even threw up as Moody could see the sick spilling out through their masks, as they couldn't take the forces that it took to pull them back.
The young man's laughter reverberated through Diagon Alley, cold and insane, sending dreadful chills down the spine.
"THERE'S NO ESCAPING ME YOU FOOLS!" he laughed wildly. "WHAT DO YOU THINK OF MY WARDS BECAUSE I'M QUITE PROUD OF THEM MY SELF!" he laughed menacingly, gently caressing his weapon with his left hand as if it was a pet. "Well let me see here! We've got my new and improved anti apparation wards; they let you escape for a little bit, and then drag you back, and you can't forget my anti portkey wards… I would love to watch that being tested… or my anti magus wards… for those who may have another form! Oh… well, I pretty much sealed the whole place so there's no getting in… and there's no getting out… so I guess you're all screwed! Maybe, just maybe, if you weren't running free and stayed with your master, you wouldn't be in this predicament!"
Moody was certain a few of the Death Eaters had already wet themselves, and a few were still recovering from the effects of failing to break through the new wards. However, Moody found what Phoenix said very interesting. Were these Death Eaters running afoul of Voldemort, and taking outside orders, backhanders from greedy bastards perhaps?
"Hmm… you know what?!" the Lord said as he floated a little lower, everyone held their breaths to hear him. "Just to show you all what a nice and reasonable guy I am. I'll give you the chance right now to throw your wands down, and surrender to the nearest auror. But if you choose not to… I'll kill you! You might even get leniency if you dob in your payday!" He said it all so business like that his words took away any meaning to their lives.
The Death Eaters were visibly shaking and throwing fleeting glances at each other, uncertain of what they should do. Moody could certainly see their dilemma. If they didn't surrender, they were going to be killed by the Lord of the Phoenix, and if they did, this potential 'payday' they took might kill them, but if they had been taking backhand payment, Voldemort would likely free them somehow, and kill them for betraying him. So, it was probably a lose, lose, lose situation for those 'poor' racists, plus they would get to hang out in Azkaban at some point with the latter two.
Moody wasn't surprised they hadn't moved and seemed to steal themselves to fight Phoenix.
"IF THIS IS WHAT YOU WANT, THEN SO BE IT! I MIGHT BE SEEING YOU SOMEDAY IN HELL!"Phoenix laughed darkly as he disappeared in the air with his board in a wave of red and black fire, small embers leaking from where he once was, everyone stared at the spot in horror except Lady Phoenix as she was looking at the Death Eaters.
Suddenly in a blaze of flame and a roar of air The Lord of the Phoenix lived up to his name and the hype as he reappeared, board under him he kicked out, the edge of the board clearly taking one lanky Death Eaters head clear off. The Death Eaters head, along with his body dropped to the floor oozing blood, the head rolling a little way from the body. The Death Eaters turned as one, eyes wide and brimming with tears as they finally realised that Lord Phoenix was seriously after their heads (quite literally in that guy's case).
The Death Eaters hadn't fully turned to Lord Phoenix when his blade swiped one across one side, slicing one of them in two, and blood exploded everywhere, but surprisingly none landed on the Lord or his weapon. The Death Eater hadn't known what hit him as his two pieces hit the ground spilling his organs onto the path. The Lord of the Phoenix then stabbed his blade through the head of a wide-eyed enemy laughing madly all the while as the bloodied and disfigured corpse slid off his blade to the floor adding to the bloody mess.
The Lord of the Phoenix laughed as the Death Eaters scrambled to get further from him, as he floated back and a little closer to the ground on his flying board. The Lord lifted his left-hand chuckling as all the remaining Death Eaters flinched, but he moved it to his hood and slid it down. He revealed himself to be a young man with longish dark rusty blonde/brown hair hanging down to his neck in a disarray of organised spikes, and spiking up more at the front right side because of his mask.
Lord Phoenix then pulled his left hand from his hood and out to the side, his palm facing a small second-hand bookshop. The Death Eaters had flinched at the motion but Phoenix wasn't even looking at them, but looking at the shop.
Suddenly something screamed out in panic and pain as they saw a fat lump of a man smash from the bookshop window from the inside, turning from a rat to something possibly human, and fly full pelt bleeding and whimpering towards the Lord, and stopping just an inch out of reach, hung in the air. Lord Phoenix seemed like he would have a massive grin stretch across his lips, as his hidden eyes roamed the rodent of a man in his shabby robes.
The rodent of a man looked terrified, as Lord Phoenix rose his hand to his mask, and pulled it away, and gasps ran the length of the alley as they saw the black markings like triangles burnt around burning orange eyes, pitch black, bleeding into what should have been whites, top point into his hair line and bottom points going down his neck to his collarbone. The Lord Phoenix's lips were burnt black, but his teeth were perfect, and even with the strangeness of his appearance, Lord Phoenix was a handsome man, and they watched as his mask faded away in his hand.
Then, the truly terrifying happened as a weight crashed down on the world, as magic blazed and burnt, all focused at one point, and that was the man Lord Phoenix had captured, and shit and piss fell unhampered from his already filthy robes to splash below his feet onto the cobbled stone street.
"Why, if it isn't the traitor, to his family!" The Lord of the Phoenix spoke gently as his mask. The fat little man whimpered and flinched at the words before he raised his silver right hand in an attempt to fight with it. However, he screamed in agony as it was magically torn from his wrist, blood drooling helplessly from the wound, and floated it between them. "Now, now, Wormtail, there's no need for violence from you! It will be all over soon when I put you out of your misery!" he chuckled as the silver hand dissolved into nothing and Wormtail cried out in horror and pain.
"P-please d-don't…" the rat of a man began but shuddered at the ice within Lord Phoenix's expression and shut up as he realised there was no point.
The Lord of the Phoenix smiled as he turned from him, his eyes skipping over the terrified munchers to the cautious goblins before scanning over everyone else. He gestured towards the rat of a man.
"I would like to introduce someone to you all!" he spoke softly, but his magic carried the words, and they trembled. "Peter… Pettigrew!" he hissed angrily. Some people gasped in shock; Moody included. He hadn't expected anybody to ever catch the slimy bastard let alone seeing him in the flesh. This was good news in his books, as it meant that lots of truths would come to light.
"The Potter's real secret keeper!" he continued. "The man who really killed all of those muggles just to escape jail… and the man who resurrected Tom Riddle, AKA The Dark Lord Voldemort!" with each truth spoken, gasps came from the light and people looked up in horror. "And the reason this corrupt Ministry got away with locking up a good man without a trail! I'll sentence him to death as I'm sure the Ministry will fuck it up if I hand him over alive… especially with that incompetent mother fucker, Fudge, still in charge when he should bne in jail!"
Lord Phoenix turned back to Peter, a smile lighting his lips and a maddening twinkle to his eyes as he leaned over with his mouth near the whimpering rat's ear. "I bet when you cut me in the graveyard!" he hissed in his ears, Peter's eyes widened in unbelieving shock. "I bet what Voldemort did to you when he realised, I switched out my blood for yours, didn't hurt anywhere as much as this will."
The Lord of the Phoenix pulled back and raised his blade before Peter could do more than blink. "I call this little number… divine judgement!" his blade flushed green for a second, but nothing seemed to happen when Peter suddenly screamed out and started convulsing. Then one after another they exploded out of him, tearing blood from him: antlers… huge and white. Though, they stopped after several had come out as Peter was certainly dead.
The Lord turned with Peter's lifeless body floating, and looked at Moody before flinging the lifeless remains where it landed on the sliced troll. "Make sure it gets sorted or I'll come for you next!" he commanded and Moody nodded vigorously that it shall.
Lady Phoenix flew closer to her man, but swerved her direction slightly with an amused grin as she dodged a green beam a silly Death Eater threw at her. She snapped her head in his direction and all the Death Eaters shivered at that cold stare from her mask, as she pulled her mask from her face to show strikes of veins like lightning into blue whites, and beautiful golden yellow eyes, as she let her mask drop and dissolve into nothing. Her beautiful golden yellow eyes sparkled untapped humour and insanity that caused all the Death Eaters to take a step back and wish she kept the mask on.
The Lady of the Phoenix giggled happily as she raised her sword and pointed the handle at the offender, and it flushed purple before a green beam shot forwards. It smashed into the man lifting him off his feet and sending him hurtling across the street, dead. The other Death Eaters looked from their dead comrades to the two Phoenix's in fear, unsure of what they could possibly do, as they both smiled at them.
Then the Death Eaters decided. They started throwing a volley of hexes and curses at both Lady and Lord creating a huge cloud of spells mixing and combining with explosions. After what felt like several minutes, they tiredly let up their attack in awe and wonderment they brightened, and began cheering and laughing until a silver/white beam cut through the magic cloud blasting it away to reveal both Lord and Lady unblemished. The spell sliced straight down taking one Death Eaters head and slicing the legs off another, blood oozing all over, and screams of pain and panic ensued.
The noise only lasted a short while as the Phoenix's descended. The Death Eaters were hyperventilating as they came to a stop, and they all moved back except the legless guy as he lost consciousness and would probably die soon of blood loss.
"And we didn't think you had the courage!" Lady Phoenix chimed singsong mockingly. "But my dear Lord husband had so hoped you would. He doesn't like these things to end too soon, it makes them so boring, which is something I happen to agree upon."
"Oh god PLEASE!" one Death Eater threw himself down to his knees, and throwing his wand away with tears streaming through the eye holes of his mask, begging, hiccupping and bawling in hysteria. "Don't kill me. I surrender, please, anything, but I don't want to die!" he cried out pleadingly, desperate.
However, seconds after he began the other Death Eaters followed suit, crying out and begging. Both Lord and Lady just scowled darkly at the scene not even showing them the slightest pity or mercy.
"AND HOW MANY?" Lord Phoenix's voice exploded over them bringing them to a startled shock they looked up at his rage filled eyes, as it was worse than when he was smiling. It was like a deathly storm was brewing in amongst the orange. "How many defenceless people have your kind spared for dropping to their knees and begging for their lives?" he hissed out in disgust. The Death Eaters all recoiled. Lord Phoenix drifted closer, and the Death Eaters were now too scared to even try moving back.
"None!" Lord Phoenix continued for them. "You spare no one on 'his' orders!" his orange eyes were now glowing with energy, madness, hate, and rage. "Like little sheep!" he laughed, though it ran a cold chill down the spine, his eyes wild, crazed, and dangerous. "Baah baah little sheep!" he mocked flying closer, within two feet, they were visibly shaking. "The big bad wolf has come… and I'm going to huff… and puff… and cave your heads in!" he laughed hysterically as he raised his free hand to the two nearest Death Eaters and closed his hand sharply into a fist.
They hadn't even the chance to scream as their skulls were crushed, their skin split and brain and blood oozed out as they crumpled to the ground. The screaming and crying was done by the other Death Eaters as they scrambled panicky to their feet and scurried backwards as Lord Phoenix watched in amused curiosity, though his eyes, oh god his eyes were indescribable.
It took a while for anyone to notice, but the goblin mercenaries had started screaming out and begging now, and people were surprised when they saw Lady Phoenix blasting them about, killing them mercilessly while giggling, and taking particular-pleasure when one died amusingly, but at least they had the guts to fight to the death no matter how fruitless that may be.
The Lord of the Phoenix just chuckled and shook his head in amusement as he turned his attention back to the Death Eaters, counting them: six. They looked near mad as they searched, scanning the alley desperately until their eyes landed on a near alley where several aurors had taken cover.
Lord Phoenix was mildly surprised when all six rushed nearer to them and dropped to their knees crying and whimpering, begging for their protection. The aurors looked up at Lord Phoenix and they all gulped as he was watching them, amused. They obviously wanted the Death Eaters nowhere near them through fear of having to interact in any way with Lord Phoenix.
"Please!" one Death Eater was screaming with fright no doubt having messed his pants once or twice already. "Save me from this monster. Oh god he's worse than the Dark Lord, oh god please save me!"
The aurors looked from the Death Eaters to Lord Phoenix and then Lady Phoenix and gulped as she sliced a troll in half. They then returned their attention to the Lord. He laughed.
"I'll let you decide their fate," Lord Phoenix said with a shrug. "Ignore them and they die, or arrest them now, and my Lady and I shall bid you fond farewells, so you'll be able to start cleaning this mess up!"
The aurors all looked nervous and unsure as they looked round at each other, and a lot of them were green cheeked, and feeling sick from all the stuff they had seen already today and didn't really want to see more. They seemed to steal themselves as they took tentative steps forwards. The Death Eaters looked only slightly relieved as the aurors tied them with magical binds, after all both Phoenix's were still there, so they didn't want to screw up.
The Lord of the Phoenix rolled his eyes as he flew over to where his Lady floated nearby waiting for him. She smirked as he hovered next to her quickly stealing a kiss before pulling back, her smirk still in place.
"I would have killed the lot," Lady Phoenix commented offhandedly.
Lord Phoenix shrugged. "Who said I didn't?" he asked amused as the Death Eaters started screaming as their skin flamed up with red blisters and hot steam seeped through their skin. They cried and withered against their binds, smashing their own heads together in the hope to get release.
The people watching stared in open mouthed horror, some vomiting as the Death Eaters skin started melting away, and their screaming slowly dying away as they bled their throats raw. Their masks had all came away as their skin started melting off, their bodies twitching, and their eyes full of horror, melting into puddles running down their blistered cheeks. Most of the spectators were now shielding their eyes, and or holding their ears, vomiting or sobbing with fear and pity.
The Lord and Lady Phoenix held looks of pure satisfaction before they shared a loving embrace full of tongue before they pulled back. They looked down as they drifted higher and higher, and smiled one last time laughing manically before they disappeared in an explosion of purple and crimson flames that burnt around the air in a tornado of flames before they, and it were gone with purple and crimson embers drifting to nothing in the wind.
The Phoenix has risen.
to be continued…