Harry Potter: Rise of The Iron Magus Supremus
Started: 9-19-08
Completed: ??
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Summary: Lord Voldemort's search for more power led him to the myth of the all-powerful grimoire: The Necronomicon. In his quest, he accidentally freed something else entirely. Now, Harry Potter; by a strange twist of fate, came across the very first book of magic created by the Earth's magic itself. …and this will lead Harry to battle alongside Xander and his allies as he learns what it means to be the Magius Supreme. Set after Goblet of Fire. This story is a companion piece to Xander Harris: The Iron Tau'ri.
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"Prelude to a Train(ing) wreck"
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Harry contemplated the word "overkill" and decided that, yeah, there was such a thing as that. Especially true when something is trying its very best to kill you…
Warily, he peeked around the intact section of a broken wall he was hiding and his eyes widened in shock at the humongous fireball headed his way. With no hesitation, he flung himself away and let the armor's enhanced strength propelled him clear of the incoming discharge as the wall blew to smithereens.
Al's giant golem wasted no time and dove towards Demonbane and launched a flurry of spells and melee attacks at its opponent.
Harry felt the stings as some of them landed. The young man did his best to trade blow for blow, but he knew who had the upper hand here. Outclassed as he was, he had to try anyways.
He got a bit careless for a second and one lucky hit from the enchanted golem sent him reeling through three abandoned shops in rapid succession as he demolished them with his spell-punch assisted flight.
He dug a twenty-meter trench upon landing and skidded to a stop a few moments later. He lay on the ground and gasped for air from the exertion, after another minute, his armor faded and he returned to his normal state.
"Not bad." Al said as she appeared beside the downed teen. "You managed to stay in your power form for almost thirty minutes and still remain conscious after a power down to boot once the armor left you."
"However…" She said as she summoned another giant golem behind her. "Whoever said that this session was over?"
"BLOODY HELL!" Harry screeched as he barely avoided a more powerful version of the reductor curse and resumed running like his life depended on it, and maybe it did.
"Focus, Harry." Al said inside his mind. "This exercise is designed to train you what you know of spells in combat. So far, all you have tried to do is to dodge and counterattack a more powerful opponent. If you run out of that option, think of something else."
Think, she says, Harry grumbled as he dodged another blast that blew a nearby building apart. His mind "leafed" through the beginner spells available to him via Al and chose two from the elemental defense category that he deemed OK for the situation that wouldn't dropkick him into a coma. He called up the runic formula in his mind's eyes and calculated on the fly, after a full second, he let loose.
"ATCHINUK: EARTHEN SHIELD!" He screamed as three earthen globes appeared and spun around him at an impressive speed, protecting him from the flying debris as he changed course and dodged the rest using his honed Seeker instincts. He readied the second runic formula and started channeling a sphere of charged magic between the palms of his hands.
"SHIMANUK: CHAIN LIGHTNING!" Harry cried as he threw balls of compacted lightning while he dodged.
The young Magius ran erratically through the rubble-strewn landscape dodging chunks of the golem's self-replenishing stone ammo as he mentally leafed through the vast stores of Al's knowledge on spells that he could easily handle without dangerous consequences. In the meantime, he kept launching balls of chain lightning at the monster in pursuit.
"Better." Al said in mindspeak as the golem's figure flared from the various impacts. "But learn to cast them silently so that they will not be easily countered."
Tired of being constantly pelted with balls of charged lightning, the golem raised an elemental barrier to keep them out. Once safely ensconced, Harry's opponent chucked a large boulder and obliterated the last of his last earthen globes, leaving Harry defenseless as the golem reared back and sent a jet of dark energy at him.
"Merlinl!" Harry exclaimed; the feeling of death passed over him as the ebon energy barely missed and turned a portion of his battle robes to ash.
Spell of decomposition, his mind supplied the spell's effects as he watched in morbid fascination.
Ditching the rapidly decaying outer robe, he dove through another abandoned building as his hands sketched a few runic symbols in the air taken from the chapter with a spell listed under "Nihurinaehu", whatever the heck that meant.
The building exploded a moment later as the golem's large fist slammed down on it almost the exact instant Harry entered it. Confused at not hearing a cry of pain, the golem started searching amidst the rubble.
As it bent over, Al saw that Harry had teleported and reappeared right behind the golems head. Both of the youth's fists were glowing with eldritch energy as he aimed them at the back of the monster's head.
"TELJASRANUKDUHA: FULL ELEMENTAL STRIKE!" Harry roared out the elemental school's ultimate branch of magical attack as he promptly blew the golem's head off before it could mount a defense in time.
Bereft of its controlling brain, the body of his enchanted enemy crumbled. Harry leaped from the crumbling golem's shoulders and landed back on solid ground. After surveying his handiwork, he immediately passed out.
"There is hope for improvement." Al said approvingly when she appeared beside the unconscious teen.
"You need work in silent casting." She advised the prone form. "You wasted too much power and overextended yourself."
The young Magius's body just twitched in response.
She took that as his "Yes."
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When Harry came to, he found himself lying atop the magical training circle drawn on the floor of Dudley's old toy room.
"Not bad for your first time in the training sphere." Al said beside him. "We will keep doing this until you learn more spell control and silent casting. The teleportation and your elemental strike, while inspired, used up all of the remaining energy you had in your untransformed state. That is inadvisable when fighting more than one opponent. Your next goal is to temper the usage of limited mana, and maximizing whatever you can manage with only the most basic of magical precepts."
"Tell me about it." Harry said. "I felt like I was going to upchuck all of my innards before I blacked out."
"Your normal body is not yet sufficient at handling large amounts of raw magical power, even with access to less than one percent of me." Al warned. "Had you done more than that foolish stunt, you would have likely ripped your body apart along with your core."
"And you said that all casters before could do more than this daily back then?" Harry asked in disbelief as he remembered what she said before he consented to the trial run to see how much he could handle.
"With what an average caster could do, yes." Al confirmed. "Back in the first age of Magick, there were no such things as an inner core. It all came down to how much magic you can channel because you yourself act as conduit for magick to work. There were no such things as wands, although staffs were used for more complex channeling and spell work."
The two sat in silence as Harry digested that.
After a moment, Al added to answer her Magius's unspoken question. "Staffs were more commonly used by Battlemages, as they incorporated spell casting with melee strikes every chance they get when faced with an opponent. Staffs were also rarely made of wood except only for training purposes. The trial run you just went through was one such method of training for Battlemages. In fact, the training I put you through barely even ranked below novice standards as the usual setting called for a Battlemage with average capabilities to face twenty golems at once."
Harry shook his head in wonder. "What happened to make us switch to wands? How did we all end up this way?"
"I do not know." Al answered with a frown. "Too much time has passed since the great plague that engulfed the earth since I was last bonded to someone. My twin was part of the first cause of imbalance because it was her user and her powers that created it. It was what helped me defeat her. She was unable to shield her own user against the weapon they had so foolishly unleashed. I entered my self-imposed slumber because I was led to believe that I was able to halt its progress. Alas, upon waking into this dismal age here and now, it seemed that I have been only partly successful. Muggles would not exist if it had not been for me. At least, that is my theory on this subject."
"The muggles have been cut off from the very thing that helps the cycle of life itself." She continued as a few stray tears escaped her eyes. "All of this is my fault because I was unable to stop my twin sister in time."
"I'm sure you did the best that you could." Harry said as he laid a hand on her shoulder, unsure of what else to do or say. "Because of what you did, we are still here. We still survive."
Al shook her head. "That still makes me feel like it was my fault that I was unable to completely halt the effects. Had I known what would really have happened, I would have never let her out of my sight. As it is, Magick is no longer part of the perceived order of what once was a proud circle of life. People like you, who have so much potential, use barely a tenth of it. It is only through the use of different combinations of materials closest to primal magick that have seeped into nature that you can summon your ability to use spells."
"Then how am I able to use these spells without a wand?" Harry asked.
"You are my Magius, Harry. Bonded to me, you are able to access an even greater well of mana than most casters will ever have in their lifetimes. I am, in essence, your new core." She replied with a slight smile. "My full power, however, is still too much for you. The runes I've placed on your body not only allowed me to bind the Demonbane armor to you, but I made it so it acts like a limiter to help protect you and everyone else around you in case you drew on too much of my power. Until you learn control, the armor both acts as an aid and as a hindrance to you. "
"Thanks, I guess." Harry said then he looked at the time and his eyes widened. "Uh, Al, how long have I been out?"
"Roughly five of your hours, why do ask?" Al replied, confused.
"MY CHORES!" The young man screeched as he frantically scrambled up. "Uncle Vernon gave me a new list of chores yesterday and its already past noon. I'll never get them done in time before they get home!"
"Oh, you don't have to worry about those." Al said offhandedly as she gestured to the window.
"What did you do?" Harry asked worriedly as he looked out of the window and got his answer as he peered out of the house. He saw that the yard was sparkly clean and neatly trimmed. The fences were painted.
He saw some movement to the far right and he squinted to get a better look. His jaw dropped as he gasped when he saw who was painting it.
It was Harry Potter.
"That's me!" Harry exclaimed while pointing to the Harry below that heard him and waved back. "What am I doing down there when I'm right here?"
"You mean the simulacrum?" Al asked when she drew up right beside him to gaze at the Harry that was finishing up the yard work. I made a few to help you around the house whenever those pathetic excuses of humanity leave the house.
The pair watched as the simulacrum finished up the last of the yard work and returned all the tools inside the nearby shed. Once finished with returning everything back in its proper place, the copy of Harry vanished and reappeared inside the room.
Surprised, Harry looked closely at his double that was doing the same to him. Then the door to his room suddenly opened and he was shocked to find yet another copy as it entered to join the one that had teleported to his room.
"Let me guess, he did all the chores that were supposed to be done inside the house while the other one did the outside at the same time?" The real Harry Potter asked Al Azif as she smiled and nodded along with his copies by way of reply.
"Won't the Ministry of Magic detect these things?" He asked, already dreading the arrival of a Ministry owl. "Or my supposedly invisible guards for that matter?
"No they won't." Al said smugly. "Their ways of detection are easily circumvented. Their methods are so ridiculously infantile at best when compared to one such as me."
"What?" Al asked in reply to Harry's half-lidded stare at her arrogance. "Within me lie all the original spells that these later day versions are a poor copy of, and then some. I cannot help it if even the novice-like blood wards are no match for my very presence. You told me yourself the other day that the shade of Voldemort used some of your blood to create a suitable corporeal vessel, there is no way these wards could hold him back since he's now made out of some parts of you, the focus of the wards. Blood magic is funny that way because sometimes it can even bypass the most effective of wards, unless you deny the blood itself using another complex blood ritual. Your guards' feeble minds can be easily distracted with even the simplest spell within me with the right application. Especially since they aren't talking to you and are just watching you while you work."
While Harry got the gist of it, the rest went over his head, which made his grimoire sigh at the state magical knowledge had become.
"Anyways, your free rest period is almost over." Al said. "It's time for more training."
"More combat training?" Harry asked as he sat cross-legged back into the pentagram.
"No, this will be more on the training of the mind arts." Al said. "Your trial run for combat is far below average, and I just wanted to see how a magic user of this time can hold up to the old ways. For you to be more than adequate to access my highest level spells, we are going to have to start from the very beginning."
"I understand." Harry said, as he tried to center himself within his mind the way Al tried to teach him to do last night. "I'm ready."
"Very well, Magius." Al Azif noted with some satisfaction. "Let us begin…"
The ancient nine-star circle of power glowed around Harry as he dove into the realm of thought. A few seconds later, Al vanished to join her Magius within his own mind while the two simulacrums merged into one being. Then it stood watch and concealed the real Harry Potter under an illusion so they would not be disturbed.
Satisfied that no one could detect his invisible original, the duplicate sat on the study desk and began to do the original Harry's homework, fully intending to re-integrate with its host afterwards so that the real Harry would benefit from the duplicate's studies.
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"Albus?" Minerva asked her old friend quietly while the rest of the Order discussed the events that followed the incident. Arabella Figg had found an unconscious Harry Potter laying beside his equally unconscious cousin in the aftermath of an incredibly one-sided battle between a Dementor and an armored individual that climaxed in a shower of light that blinded her momentarily afterwards. "What does this mean?"
The aged Wizard shook his head in reply. "I do not know, but it seems as if there is now a third party in this new war that is drawing upon us. We live in dangerous times, Minerva. Even though whoever it was in that armor helped young Harry, we still do not know whose side they are fighting for."
"He's right." Alastor Moody butted in. "We must move Harry to the headquarters for the remainder of his summer as an extra precaution. That incident may have been just for show for all we know, and I don't like another repeat of it."
Albus Dumbledor stroked his beard in thought. "I agree, let us move after nightfall. We can get Harry once his relatives are asleep. Alastor, you're in charge of this."
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Inside Harry's mindscape, he encountered three individuals. One was Al, and to his surprise, the other was his armor. The third person, however, was someone he never expected. Restrained in psychic chains held by none other than his Demonbane armor, the third person snarled impotently.
It was Voldemort.
"What the bloody hell is he doing here?" Harry gasped. "I thought this was supposed to be more training?"
"Remember what I said about blood magic being funny?" Al Azif replied with a question, and at seeing her Magius nod in affirmative, she continued. "We can't very well continue with since this thing will also know what you know."
"When your mother sacrificed herself to protect you, her wish to keep you safe without harm anchored your soul to this world. The only drawback after reflecting such a curse like the Aveda Kadavera, was that it also anchored you nemesis to this world." She explained. "While his body was obliterated, and the more massive shade of his own soul left for parts unknown, a piece of it got stuck to you by accident because you were the only thing alive closest to it with a corporeal form. As time passed and when you finally entered the Magical world, it grew enough strength to make a slight bridge between you and him, hence the reason why you can see and feel what he sees and feels to a certain extent."
"Can we severe it?" Harry asked, repulsed at the very notion that he shared the same mindscape with a lunatic Dark Lord, albeit even a shade of one.
"I can do that." She answered. "But let's try using it for our own ends before we completely eliminate this poison in your system. This one, in spite of its abrupt departure from his original mortal coil, retains enough knowledge from the point in time when he was first banished. Any available knowledge he carries can give you an edge. It could be worth it in the long run."
"How do we do that?" The young man asked as he watched the chained remnant of the Dark Lord sneer at him from his position.
Suddenly, the remnant's face went slack as its eyes turned glassy. After a few seconds, they cleared up and the remnant was looking at Al with an expression of abject fear while Harry looked on in confusion.
"What did you do?" Harry asked.
"I just did it, took all the information I deemed necessary." She smiled viciously at the horror-struck remnant of Voldemort's soul. "It seems that you have been a very bad boy Tommy, splitting yourself permanently with a bastardized version of the simpler simulacrum spell. Did you think that immortality was that easy? Splitting your very essence to hide in various anchors by doing heinous acts will not save you from true death and final judgment. Can you guess which one of the two this will be?"
The remnant just stared at her as the true meaning of her words entered its fractured consciousness. Now shaking like the proverbial leaf, it nodded.
"Magick has judged you." Al Azif said with a tone of finality. "The gifts she had given to you, you abused and twisted for selfish ends. She has found you lacking, and ultimately unworthy of those gifts. The cleansing begins, and it starts with you."
The sentient grimoire simply glanced at the armored figure that was renamed Demonbane and nodded at Harry's power form. The enchanted armor conjured a scythe-like staff and then cleaved through the remains of Voldemort's soul, including the chains that held it.
Harry fell to the ground as intense pain lanced through his cursed scar that was by far, the strongest he had ever experienced. He shuddered to a stop after a few moments, his breathing evened as the pain lessened. When he raised his head to look at Al, she was relieved. The lightning bolt scar that sat on his forehead was now simply just a scar. The telltale aura of dark blood magic that tainted it was completely gone.
She was happily surprised to note that once the dark taint within her young Magius was gone, the blocks surrounding his hidden power was gone as well. As it was, without even realizing it himself, Harry now had a bigger well of powerful mana to draw upon than before.
"Could this be?" She asked herself. "Could my new Magius be the herald of the return to the golden age of Magick?"
Whatever the case, she vowed to train her Magius well in the various arts of spell casting and spell crafting.
"Now we can begin to train in earnest." She said.
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-To Be Continued-
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A/N: all spells created in this fan fiction that are NOT part of the Harry Potter lexicon/wiki/book/etc. are of my own creation... ANY spell that Al Azif teaches Harry are mine... if there are any similarities to other works, pls let me know so I may slightly alter it, but so far, its a safe bet that I did the best i could to create my own brand of magical mayhem. Chapters will be long or short as time permits and how the story's pacing goes...
... And yes, this is a "Super Harry" fic... but with a slight Marvel Universe mentality. He may fill in the shoes as this world's Sorcerer/Mage Supreme in the future, but he ain't even halfway there yet. Until next time, ja ne.
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