Warden or Wizard
Chapter 3: Blood and Fire
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World Earth. Date unknown. Severus Snapes pov:
A sigh escapes as the wand is lowered, left hand comes up and runs down his tired face. That had been too close, being threatened by magic was fine but having a blade so close to the throat was a might too uncomfortable for his tastes. His left arm dropped to rest back upon the arm of the chair as the potion master stared in contemplation at the figure lying awkwardly on the bed. Then with a tsk sound, flicked his wand and lifted the elf to settle the creature properly again.
Then standing, lips pressing in distaste, reached forward with his wand and moved strands of hair out the way to see that scar, so distinct in the shape of a lightning bolt, of a boy they all had thought dead. Narrowed eyes moved down the figure and then up, taking in the creature. This was no boy, no child who had landed on their laps, this was a young adult who was clearly well trained in combat if the quick and precise movement had been any indication. The glimpse of the daggers out of their spelled sheaves had also been a heavy clue to the nature of the elf's experience. Delicately and intricately formed with runes and an inscribed language all down the blades, they were no toys. They were assassins blades.
The only reason Severus recognised them? Was from his time as a spy in the last war. The Dark Lord had been fond of the guild of magical assassins. For those with deep ties to the old ways still used blades even to this day.
The young elven man was clearly independent and strong, Yet Albus Dumbledore would be expecting either a child or a young teenager, yet his expectations would have to change.
A grumble came from his throat as the black-haired man settled back in his chair. Then a hand came up and traced a path where the blade had ghosted across the potion masters neck. Such a delicate balance, yet no blood had been spilled, no flesh had been split, the Elf had known precisely how to wield the blade to make sure no damage was done to the one under the blade unless the creature had wished to.
And if the message within the others green eyes -Lily's Eyes-, it had only been a warning against trying any more spells again. 'And then I shot one at his back anyway.' The scowl grew deeper. Truly the Elf was not going to be happy when he awoke, having your back attacked when you've just warned someone not to do something, the other would be right to be wary of him.
"Severus, good. I shall need your assistance." The voice of the Matron jolted the young man from his thoughts, turning his head, the dark-haired wizard narrowed dark eyes in question as steady hands pushed himself upright onto his feet.
"Poppy." It was a quiet greeting, towards the woman wearing white as she bustled around, various bottles following her while coming up behind was the Headmaster Dumbledore and Headmistress McGonagall
"Severus, glad to see you putting old grudges aside to look after Harry." The headmaster was smiling gently, clearly happy seeing both in the same room.
"He..." The potion master looked away clearly uncomfortable. "It is clear he is not Potter." A sneer briefly appeared as that name passed his lips, then his eyes looked down upon the Elf in the bed and then shook his head. "I can see the difference between a child and the parent."
"Out of the way." The Matron was going to wait for none of them. "Minerva up the top, be ready to spell him down. Albus diagnostic spells every minute. Severus be ready to pour these potions, you know the order. We must get that blade out or it will kill him."
The potion master looked at his colleges and nodded to each before everyone moved. Potions in hand, all readied themselves for the battle to be fought to save the Elven's Life.
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Dream. Earth home. Harry pov:
It was the unlocking of his door that woke the young boy from his slumber. Sitting up, messy hair fall into sleepy green eyes, as the child stared at the cupboard door curious and slightly nervous.
Then the wooden door swung open to reveal the strangest person he had ever seen.
This was a woman all dressed in black, white coloured hair so wild but cleverly tamed, for messy strands impressively styled in the shape of two horns came into view. Those fierce golden eyes, sharp as a hawks, looked down upon him as the tall strange lady tilted her head to the side in question. "A half-child?" She mused to herself as though expecting the air to answer her. "Yes, it is a child. Curious that a child of such power like yourself has been left in a place such as this."
Then came the thumping and creaking of the stairs above the young boys head, his caretakers were clearly awake. Shrinking back, eyes wide, the child tried to fold himself into the smallest space that was possible inside of the room, for which a tiny underfed seven years old could fit. Something that was clearly amusing if the brief huff of laughter, which came from the woman in the black leather and metal clothing, was any indication. She then tilted her head away and turned narrowed eyes in the direction of the heavy thumping footsteps.
"You! You dare!" Came from beyond the open doorway to the next room where the lady stood. It seemed if Uncle Vernon was finally downstairs and not happy about the stranger in his home.
"Oh, I dare." She turned fully away, straightening up out of this small space to her full intimidating height to face his uncle who was just beyond his tiny doorway. "You see, I found a precious gift. One you threw away."
"What-do-you-want-witch..."
"What do I want? I want a lot of things." The woman chuckles again, but this time there was an undertone of impatience to it. "But nothing you can offer me."
"Leave."
"Give me the Child."
"No. Get-out!"
"Stubborn fool." She turned away from him, golden eyes settling back upon the child's own green eyes and at that moment a yelp was heard before a splintering of wood could be heard within the distance. "Humans are such fickle creatures, such ignorant beasts when they are faced against power greater than their own."
Then she reached out with a hand towards him, whose body shivered in a weird tension. "Come."
Messy curled dark near black locks of hair shifted with the shake of the child's head, eyes wide with fear, uncertainty and weirdly a little curiosity. Part of the boy was drawn to the woman due to the ability she had just shown and the feeling of the power that had just come from the non-verbal push that sent his Uncle flying.
"No harm will come to you child. I seek only to find that which has now been found. So come along, I have a place you shall go, somewhere a child can grow."
He could not resist, there was something about this woman, something ancient but familiar that tugged at the boy to come to her. A feeling that somewhere deep inside a part of him was the same.
Chest heaving, eyes wide, slowly he moved.
Green eyes firmly upon her own as a tiny hand slipped within her long claw-like hand. Yet from a second glance, it became clear they were only fingernails, grown long and sharp, black as the darkness where no light could shine. That mocking smile she had turned towards his Uncle had shifted, now warm and inviting. "That's right. Come, child. There is a great distance we must travel." She straightened up one more time and turned towards the front door, his hand curled delicately within her own.
The green-eyed boy stepped out of the cupboard tense, nervous about being out where he didn't belong. But curiosity was stronger than the fear and was leading the child out into the unknown with the lady at his side. Green eyes looked upwards, following at her side. "Travel?" His quiet voice broke the silence.
She nodded, eyes gleaming with satisfaction, the golden iris's seeming to glow for a quick second or two. She spoke again, voice lifted in amusement, as she cleverly directed them both out of the house. Not quick enough if the glimpse of red was still caught by the corner of one green eye, but when the child turned to view what he had glimpsed, it was too late they were outside missing the entire thing.
"Ah. But I know a trick, a way through the barrier." Her voice drew him back, his head turning to look upon the woman once more. "Do not be afraid. I know a different way."
She stopped and turned to face him, her arm suddenly grasping around his stomach, pulling the boys back to her chest. The child panicked about being so close to another being tried to pull away, fingers scratching at the hold around his waist, when stiffening, all instincts told him to go silent and still. Under his green-eyed gaze, the lady's skin and clothing turned burning white. Flinching his eyes turned away, landing back upon the house, his young body frozen with fear.
Stumbling, arm over her shoulder supporting him, stood his Aunt and Uncle. Vernon, a beefy man with a low neck, brown hair and moustache, looked awful. Blood was running down his head, an arm and part of his chest. Clothing was ripped and torn and stained with a whitish powder that must have come from his impact from the wall and door. Petunia, on the other hand, a thin necked lady with piercing eyes, was white. Face pale as she helped her husband to walk.
"Potter! Get away from her!" Bellowed the furious, and surprisingly terrified, Uncle as he staggered forward. "Give the boy back right this instant!"
If this had been any other instance, any other person or time, maybe this would have been the start of a new beginning for the family. A new seeding being planted in what had seemed like a barren land, as for the first time Uncle Vernon was terrified. Not because of his own life, but because he knew the woman was taking away the nephew he thought he had hated until this very moment.
"Harry..." That is all Petunia got to say, a fearful single word of his name. The child, who finally learned his full name for the first time, Harry Potter gazed at the two of them in shock, before suddenly everything erupted.
Fire. Screams. Blood coating the ground.
A tiny cry came from his throat, fingers tightening over the scales of the claw that held him secure. Then with a mighty gust of wind, they were aloft, a boy who finally had a name and the woman who became a dragon.
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World unknown. Date unknown. Hadrian's pov:
'He was awake?' The confusion about awaking in the same room unharmed was the initial thing the elf observed as he shifted slowly under the heavy blanket-like cloth of the bed. Pushing upwards, suddenly stopped swaying, while a part of him felt nauseated, "Falon'Din, why do I feel so unwell?" he groaned.
Shifting slowly, while swallowing thickly. Hadrian let heavy legs slide off the bed to rest upon the ground. Elbows came to lean upon tense thighs, then suddenly the young elf moved anxious arms upwards off his legs as he realized there was no covering on the leg that had the dagger wound.
'What? It did not hurt?' Green-eyes looked down in bewilderment at the strangely unhurt flesh.
Tilting his head to the side, black locks fell into an inquisitive gaze, as fingers reached down and grazed the place where a wound should have been on a tense thigh. 'I feel...' A furrow appeared as fingers twisted in a pattern and runes appeared in the air above the elf's leg. "Magick. Foreign magick too. Not Thedas born fade magick either, this is too free to be similar to fade magick," mused Hadrian to himself.
Tilting his head the other way, watched the runes twist and turn and shape anew. "Similar to staff use, but more… refined? But stifled. Bound to core magick?" Then the sound of footsteps heading his way drew the elf's attention, allowing the feed of Mana to cease and the runes to disperse, turned to look at who had entered the white room of healing the young man was clearly kept within.
It was an older Hume, clearly within the wisdom stage of age. With his long beard and wrinkled face struck a picture of someone who had lived a long, plentiful life. Robes of violet were clad upon this man's figure, giving him an almost welcoming look, along with the pointed hat that sat askew upon white hair.
But as Hadrian could sense, this being, this Human was strong and powerful in the magickal arts. No matter how much the other put forward a gentle and serene tone in his appearance, it was the feel of magic which would always give away significant warning when someone could be dangerous towards the warden, his friends and bonded companion.
Pushing up off the bed, stood and turned to face the elder man. Hadrian's head leaned to the side, brows furrowed, as one hand casually drifted to the hilt of a dagger.
Those blue-eyes of the other had clearly observed the action of his hand, before returning to study the elf's green-eyes and expression. When suddenly a gentle smile appeared, then the older man spoke with a nod, "Yrrahekawa uoyees otdalgmi."
The younger of the two didn't trust this whole situation one inch, his fingers tightened on the dagger for a split second before relaxing once more. Those words were similar and very familiar. The dark-haired man had spoken the same language, allowing him to recognise familiar sounds and one of those sounds had already registered as a word in itself. With having an ability for languages, his mind had already pinpointed a correlation and recognised the word. It was as though Hadrian had spoken the language before.
"Eciffoym nikaeps sutelemoc." With a gesture to follow him, the white-bearded man turned and walked towards the entrance of the white room of healing.
Pausing just a moment, tentatively began to follow after the older individual. Passing various beds, pushed through the wooden entry and Hadrian found himself in a different wing of the Healing quarters. Glancing around spotted the violet-coloured clothing of the other figure walking towards what was clearly the entrance of the rooms of healing. Making sure to move with great care, eyes always scanning for threats, hands upon his weapons. The elf felt very uneasy in this place, he had no backup, assurance or guarantee that anyone the black-haired elf met would be an ally to count on. Everyone in this place was a threat and it terrified him, though it didn't show on Hadrian's focused expression.
Exiting the Medical Wing, the black-haired young man slowed slightly. Still following the retreating back of the older mage, discreetly looked around with quick glimpses with widened eyes from side to side.
Stone walls & stone floors, very typical of castle constructions, that was the usual business in the warden's line of work hunting the darkspawn. Paintings littered the walls, along with armour standing alongside the walls, all of that was normal. What was not normal were the paintings that moved, it was like they lived! Seeming to live and breath, darting in and out of each other's portraits, having conversations, even reacting and communicating to people on the outside looking in on them. Moving staircases, crunching as they shuddered to a stop as they changed position, it was all so bewildering.
As children stepped out of the way as the two of them passed, Hadrian could feel eyes on him as he followed the mage through the castle grounds. Glancing behind, caught a glimpse of grey eyes and blond locks, before focusing again on the back of the mage the elf was following. Finally, they came to a stop in front of a bronze griffin statue. Tilting his head in question, watched as with word "Spordnomel" the statue of the bronze griffin began to move, turning downwards as stairs formed to lead upwards.
The older mage then strode forward up the new pathway. Curious, Hadrian placed his hand upon the stone of the stairwell and focused, his own magic connecting to the innate magic of the place. The inherent magic of this place had formed the stairs and the password which had been written into the stone bloomed within the elf's mind, thus it granted him his first genuine understanding of the mages language. Lemon Drops
The warden lowered his hand from the stone, grimacing at the sudden headache developing behind his left eye, turned and followed the elder up the stairs. Arriving at the top of the spiral staircase found a wooden door ahead of him, walking forward Hadrian grasped the iron handle, twisted it and pushed the door open.
Stepping into the office he found to be the most peculiar place, items of eccentricity rested upon varied surfaces, spindly objects that moved in circles on miniature points. Balls of multiple color's circled one another inside a metal enclosure and brass gadgets that gave off unfamiliar green smoke. This place was all completely different from what the elf recognised, but what Hadrian could feel from the pieces implied something remarkably familiar, the frightful power and magick contained within each one.
Directing his gaze towards the desk in the centre of the room, saw the mage had seated himself behind it in a somewhat… plush looking vividly colored chair, it was all very… unpractical. In front of the desk, sitting in a somewhat more attractive set of chairs, was the dark-haired hume. That dark gaze just glimpsed at the elf from over his shoulder before looking back at the older male Hume. In a different chair was a stern-looking lady, she had donned a green-robe over a black one with a golden broach to fasten it. A large black hat sat upon her head while piercing green-eyes aimed to evaluate him back just as thoroughly. Ultimately wearing a white-robe upon red, with a white cap was the final adult within this room and if Hadrian was not mistaken, was the matron healer of the white rooms.
Then the Old Hume behind the desk smiled and sat back in his plush chair, holding out a hand towards the last empty space in the semi-circle of seats and spoke warmly towards the Warden.
"Ewllahs tahcaevah sutel. Taesa evahasealp yrrahemoclew?
End Chapter 3
Translate:
Wizard Speech
Uoyerew ifi tahtodt ndluowi : I wouldn't do that if I were you.
Yrrahekawa uoyees otdalgmi : I'm glad to see you awake Harry.
Eciffoym nikaeps sutelemoc : Come let us speak in my office.
Spordnomel – Lemon drops
Ewllahs tahcaevah sutel. Taesa evahasealp yrrahemoclew - Welcome Harry, please have a seat. Let us have a chat shall we?
Notes:
1. Left leg is the one with the Darkspawn blade still embedded within.
2. Hadrian and Zevran are bonded together.
3. Fawkes magic healing nearly killed harry, cause the Darkspawn blood in his body is completely bonded to him.
4. The blade has now been removed, due to the healing efforts of the Earth Wizards and Witches.
Characters so Far:
Harry Potter Characters-
Potion Master Severus Snape
Headmaster Albus Dumbledore
Headmistress Minerva McGonagall
Matron Mediwitch Poppy Pomfrey
Fawkes
Draco Malfoy
Dragon Age Characters-
Alister
Morrigan
Zevran
The Warden Hadrian(City Elven Rouge with core magic Mage Abilities – raised partially by the Dailish – is Harry Potter)
Flemeth (Mythal)