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Chapter 2 The New World
At about twelve on Sunday Professor McGonagal knocked on the door to Willow's room at the orphanage. Willow opened the door slightly hoping it wasn't a staff member.
"Oh hello Professor, please come in," she said politely opening the door enough for McGonagal to get through.
"Hello Willow, what happened here?" she asked looking around the room there were dents in the walls, the cabernet door had been smashed in and there was even a crater in the roof.
"That would be my fault Professor, a few hours after you left the portal I made sealed itself, unfortunately a lesser hell god managed to get through just as it did, kinda had a fight on my hands," explained Dazar from a corner.
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Flashback
It was the dead of night, both Willow and Dazar were sleeping, when there was a bright light and a sound like a plunger. Once the light had faded there stood a human male with short brown hair and dark red eyes, standing at six foot with a muscular body, in the middle of the room. Dazar quickly stood up and shifted into his six-foot tall, winged, true form.
"It's been a while since some one was foolish enough to dimension hop, and I see it was an Immortal, this makes things interesting," said the being coldly, as he examined Dazar.
"I am Sayen the Immortal, and you are?" enquired Dazar, he was stalling for time trying to draw in more energy from his surroundings.
"I am Syther a lesser hell god," replied Syther taking as step forwards. Willow squeaked with fear when this being said it was a god, yet from Dazar's calm stance assumed that he would be able to win.
"Stay there Willow, you only need to worry if he kills me, but then the rest of the world will," replied Dazar calmly, he cut off at the end not wanting to scare her.
"Listen to the Immortal, little girl, you only need to run after I kill him," replied Syther in the same cold voice.
"Lets get this over with," said Dazar clenching his fists.
"Yes lets," replied Syther. Syther struck first landing a blow on Dazar's chest, Dazar flew backwards into the wall. Dazar shook his head, to clear it, before attacking, he ducked a head high punch then caught Syther in the chest. This time Syther flew into the opposite wall. A moment later and Syther had recovered and advanced on Dazar, they circled each other looking for an opening. Dazar kicked up just as Syther punched him again in the stomach, Syther flew into the roof creating a dent, Dazar ended up inside the closet. It was a stale mate, both were evenly matched, however there was one thing Syther wasn't expecting. While still in the closet Dazar reached out and grabbed the male half of a magical source called the One Power, he could use either half but the destructive nature of Saidin seemed suited to what he was going to do. Syther stood up shakily expecting another physical attack, he looked up and saw Dazar's hand, it was stretched out towards him palm facing Syther.
"NO," Syther shouted.
"Balefire," muttered Dazar, a beam of light hotter than the sun and narrower than his thumb leapt forwards. It struck Syther in the chest, time tried to hold itself together if only for a few seconds of this things life, slowly it gave up. Dazar had won, by using something forbidden, Balefire destroys something before it was destroyed the amount of time back depended on the power, the one he had used only lasted a second; the strongest would wipe a few hours. Only the memories of what happened remain not the actions after balefire, luckily one person isn't going to destroy everything.
"Did you win?" Willow asked, from her position on her bed. Dazar nodded before shifting back to his eleven year old form before fainting.
End flashback
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"Hell God?" asked McGonagal, going pale. Just exactly how powerful is this guy.
"Dazar killed it, how I'm not really sure," said Willow softly.
"I kinda cheated, used a forbidden weapon called Balefire," replied Dazar scratching the back of his head embarrassed.
"Balefire, now that is dangerous," muttered McGonagal, this was something else to report to the headmaster. Dazar shrugged looking pensive, he could use his telepathy to find out what they were thinking; but that was morally wrong.
"Are we not going to Diagon Alley?" asked Dazar after a bit.
"Yes, Yes of course, I am going to Apperate you to Gringrots bank that's inside the Alley," replied McGonagal.
"Apperate?" asked Willow.
"Move from one place to another instantly, now Willow grab my arm and hold on," explained McGonagal. Willow grabbed onto McGonagal's arm tightly and they disappeared with a small pop. Dazar laughed to himself for a second before teleporting to Willow's life force.
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Gringrots bank Diagon alley.
McGonagal was taken aback when Dazar appeared next to them.
"You can apparate?" she asked.
"I can teleport," replied Dazar with a shrug before going up to once of the goblin tellers.
"What can I do for you young sir," asked the Goblin with a croaking voice.
"I wish to see the Immortals vault, I believe its number 209," replied Dazar. The goblin almost fainted with shock.
"One moment please while I get a senior member of the bank, I will also need a sample of your blood," replied the Goblin holding out a knife and vial. Dazar shrugged and cut his hand letting some of his blood fall into the Vial.
"Is that enough?" he asked once his hand had healed.
"That should be, wait here and someone will be along shortly," answered the Goblin taking the Vial and knife before going though a back door.
"What was that about?" asked Willow, Dazar had already explained about Goblins.
"They have to prove my identity, figures," replied Dazar "don't worry Professor I'll pay for both of our things."
"Oh no I couldn't, its your money," Willow began to protest.
"Don't worry about it, besides I want to. Plus there should be a house deed in the vault, if you want you can move in with me, get you out of that place," Dazar said. Willow opened her mouth to say she didn't deserve this kind of treatment but stopped when Dazar raised his hand.
"Umm your hand," Willow said.
"What, oh," replied Dazar looking at it, there was a thin scar running down it, a few seconds later and it was gone. "All better now," he added.
"What how?" exclaimed Willow examining his hand and finding no mark.
"Immortal's heal quickly, very quickly," replied Dazar just as a Goblin arrived.
"I am senior manager Ragnok," said the goblin.
"I am Dazar Nai, an Immortal," replied Dazar shaking the goblins hand.
"We figured you would use an alias, I can take you to Vault 209; however the humans will stay here," explained Ragnok.
"Of course," replied Dazar "Lead the way".
After rocketing around the underground net work of tunnels that link up the vaults they finally got off at vault 209. "You do remember the password?" asked Ragnok.
"Yes," replied Dazar, before writing three words on the parchment attached to the Vault door. The password was a name 'Elaine Ann Wilkinson', his mother before changing her last name. A loud click and thud announced the vault opening, while he filled the bag he had brought down Dazar asked a few questions. "I understand the Immortals own a manor, could I have the location?" he asked.
"Yes it is near Pickering in Yorkshire," replied Ragnok "Shall I get some house elves to clean up the place?" he added.
"Yes that would be fine, are non Immortals allowed to enter?" asked Dazar.
"I'm afraid I don't know, best to assume that they can't," replied Ragnok. "Here is a map with its location," the Goblin said passing Dazar a bit of paper.
"Great thanks, well I have everything I need and then some, lets go back to the surface I never did like being underground," replied Dazar.
"Certainly, do you wish to change the password?" asked Ragnok as he closed the Vault door.
"No it is fine the way it is," replied Dazar shaking his head slightly.
Once they reached the surface Dazar found Willow and Professor McGonagal sitting in the waiting area.
"What took you so long, its already gone half one," Willow asked.
"Had something's to take care of, anyway here go get your supplies and robes, ill meet you at Olivanders in an hour of so," replied Dazar throwing a bag full of galleons to Willow.
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They met up outside Olivanders an hour later; it took a moment for Dazar to notice them as he had fallen asleep on a bench. "Dazar, wake up," said Willow shaking him.
"Huh? Oh hey Willow," replied Dazar slowly waking up.
"Are you ok?" Willow asked frowning slightly, Dazar had been falling asleep at odd moments over the last few days.
"Just tired, passing through a dimensional portal drains between eighty and ninety percent of a persons energy, and after that fight I'm only up to about thirty percent," explained Dazar quickly.
"So how long till you stop falling asleep everywhere," asked Willow.
"I would guess at a week, anyway lets go get our wands," replied Dazar, as he turned towards the shop he stumbled. Willow grabbed his arm before he fell over.
"I've got you," she said gently. Dazar nodded his thanks and they walked into Olivanders, Willow supporting him. Once inside the shop they were met with a musty smell, like old books. And behind the counter was row upon row of small boxes.
"Aren't you two a little early for getting your wands?" asked Olivander appearing from the shadows, Willow jumped, Dazar looked a little amused.
"It's alright Olivander, Headmaster Dumbledore has made an exception," explained Professor McGonagal.
"Right in that case, who shall we get a wand for first?" asked Olivander turning towards Dazar and Willow. Dazar shrugged and stepped forward, bringing his right arm free from Willow's grip. "Very well, which is your wand arm?".
"I'm right handed, but that doesn't really matter with wands," replied Dazar. Olivander nodded and went into the maze of stacked wands mumbling about over intelligent eleven year olds. After a few minutes Olivander came back out into the main shop carrying a box coated in black leather that had an eagle embossed on the front.
"Try this, young Immortal," murmured Olivander passing Dazar the box. Dazar didn't even have to open the box when he felt a surge of magical energy coming from the contents.
"I think this is the right one," replied Dazar taking the wand out of the box. As his hand came in contact with it a bird of flame burst from the end, yet neither box nor wand was burnt.
"Impressive very impressive, even Ellisande's reaction wasn't that strong," said Olivander, "Phoenix feather and Willow, seven inches long," he added for the wands make up. Dazar for his part was curious about something.
"Do you still have Ellisande's wand, Mr Olivander?" he asked. Olivander frowned for a moment in thought before returning to the maze of wands.
"Why would you want this Ellisande's wand Dazar?" Willow asked Dazar. Dazar turned to face Willow who had sat down on the chair near the window.
"Ellisande, the rose of the sun, was the last Immortal to come here. And is my mum," replied Dazar unbidden tears rising up. Willow got up and wrapped her arms around in a tight hug.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know," she said. Dazar moved Willow so he could see her face.
"No I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I only asked Olivander as I don't have much to remember her by," explained Dazar smiling slightly. Just then Olivander came back carrying a box covered in red leather with a rose embossed on it.
"Here it is, you can have it as long as you don't use it," said Olivander passing him the box.
"Of course, I never intended on using it. Now it is Willow's turn for a wand," replied Dazar. It took a long time to get a wand that suited Willow, eventually they found one that was perfect. The reason it took so long is that almost every wand she tried gave some sort of reaction. The right one was seven inches long made from oak and dragon heartstring. It produced an almost corporeal Phoenix, to say that they were surprised is a great understatement.
"What was that," Willow asked breathless.
"That was a Phoenix, almost a corporeal one, the last person to get such a reaction was…" Olivander explained trailing off at the end.
"The last person to get that reaction was Tom Marvolo Riddle, otherwise known as Voldermort," finished Dazar. Willow freaked Dazar had told her about Voldermort the day before, and didn't want anything to do with him.
"I can't have this wand, I'll become like Voldermort," Willow said on the verge of tears.
"Remember what I told you Willow, Magic is neither good nor evil, it all depends on what you use it for," said Dazar pulling her into a tight embrace this time. He looked over her shoulder and mouthed 'how much' at Olivander. Olivander blinked before replying.
"Thirty galleons for the three Wands this includes the boxes," he said.
"Fair enough," replied Dazar loosening his hold on Willow for a moment in order to pay Olivander. Once that was done they made their way out of the shop. Once outside Dazar found a bench and sat down pulling Willow onto his lap, where she curled into a ball still crying against his chest.
"Have you gotten everything?" asked McGonagal.
"Yes I got all I need, I take it you made sure Willow has everything," it wasn't really a question but McGonagal nodded anyway.
"I need to get back to Hogwarts, will you be fine by yourselves?" asked McGonagal some concern showing in her voice.
"Yes, we will be on the train on the first of September, I have somewhere to stay until then," replied Dazar.
"Good, I will expect to see you then," replied McGonagal before turning on her heel and disappearing with a small pop. Dazar looked around to make sure no one was watching before teleporting himself, Willow and all their new things to the house in Pickering Vale North Yorkshire.
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Willow awoke in a strange bed in a strange room, the bed was large with four posts and a green canopy. The room was all carved wood walls and a large window covered with deep red curtains. Sitting in a corner of the room on a reclining chair was Dazar.
"Where am I?" asked Willow.
"Your in the Immortal's manor in the vale of Pickering North Yorkshire, you never have to return to that orphanage again, I've put all your stuff from there in the cabernet to you right," explained Dazar.
"What happened anyway?" wondered Willow.
"You cried yourself to sleep, just remember it is your actions that determine who you are, not your power; you are not another Voldermort," replied Dazar before standing up, "I need to sleep, see you later". He then left her to get used to the surroundings.
They spent the next few months getting to know each other with occasional visits to Diagon alley, until the First of September came around.
A/N and that's the end of chapter 2, next chapter we getting to the start of Hogwarts and I get to mess around with canon Potter.
As for that hell god thingy don't worry it wont appear again. As to explain why he was an even match to it well. The Hell god had lost about ninety percent of its energy passing into the world, Dazar had recovered enough energy to be an even match for it. Anyone who knows about The One Power would like to note that the Balefire weave almost did not work, and he is not going to use it again. Anyone who wants to more about the One Power thing have a look on wikipedia and search for The Wheel Of Time, Robert Jordan's book series as that's what I've nicked it from.
Any of you eagle eyed readers would note that I haven't put Dazar's meeting with Dumbledore in this chapter. Well I'm not that good at writing Dumbledore (and I think my McGonagal might be out of character) but I might do it as a flash back or something later on.
Also I don't ignore people when they point out mistakes in reviews, even if you don't find anything wrong don't be afraid to review, I am not going to bite.
P.S I also don't have a Beta reader, not really looking for one either.