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A/N: sorry for the wait, stupid exams. and i know the quote sucks, but whatcha gonna do?

The Harry Potter Chronicles : Lost in Time

Chapter III

The Frozen Earth and a City in the Sky

--A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water--

--Carl Reiner--

(Translated & Edited into modern English)

It's been so long since I left my little tribe to see the world, I've lost track of time. I've seen the best and worst of nature. Well, the best and worst of human nature. Sure, I've seen the brutality of nature in animals, but it belonged there. Human nature is a whole different story.

I've seen the best tribes; the civilised ones who want to better themselves, and the barbaric ones; the ones who only want blood. And somehow, every time I went near one of the barbaric tribes they ended up trying to kill me. I still haven't gotten over that time I was tied to that cliff- all I did was show 'em how to make fire!

My….abilities-for lack of a better term- have grown too. I can more or less use them at will. I can create fire now, as well as sense the emotions of those around me. They 're still more powerful when I'm all emotional-I'm not sure why-just another mystery. They've been pretty helpful in avoiding those tribes.

The earth has changed too. Before the weather had a pattern of sorts (I've taken to calling them Seasons) first it would be warm, then hot, then it began to cool, then ice and snow covered the earth and the animals began to sleep. Except the warmth stopped coming, and the animals disappeared altogether (and new ones have replaced them).

It's all snow now, cold, unwavering , and it been that way for ages now. All the uncivilised tribes died out because they refused to adapt, refused to use animal skins for warmth, not show; refused to use fire for heat, not war. In the end I gave up trying to help them.

I'm still wandering, even through the ice, clad in the fur of a tusked creature that tried to gore me. Still wondering who I really am. How I am.

I'm still no closer to finding an answer.

I scowl as I wade through the white snow, untouched before me, and a trail of footprints behind me. It's white for miles around. No people. No animals. No plants. Just white.

A damn blizzard had blown me into this waste, alone, with no idea where I am. I figure if I just keep going in the same direction I'll eventually hit something…..or get buried alive, which frankly would be a pain digging myself out again.

Wouldn't be as bad as that cliff though.

I chuckle to myself and soldier on, making my way through the snow.

The wastes seem to go on forever, over the twilit horizon, silent except for my heavy breathing and the crunch of snow beneath my feet.

Suddenly, I freeze- not literally, mind you - and listen. Something's out there. I look around scanning the snow for the source of the sound, a telltale speck of life. There's nothing. Just white.

Just white.

I sigh before continuing on, it's just the wind playing tricks on me. Just the wind, just the w-

I spin around, this time I definitely heard something- a whisper in a language I couldn't understand. I strain my ears again, listening, but once again there's nothing. No sound except my own breathing and the crack of the ice giving way beneath me….wait, hold on.

I yell out as the ground beneath me collapsed and I plummeted into an ice cavern underground. I flail desperately, trying to find something, anything to latch onto and stop my fall. 'course, being me there's nothing and I hit the icy floor with a sickening crunch.

Black clouded my vision, and the last thing I saw before darkness took me completely was two figures standing over me, talking in a language I couldn't understand.

So why did it sound so familiar?

If I wake up tied to another cliff, I'm gonna be peeved…

With a groan, I blearily open one eye, then the other. I look around, expecting to see the ice and snow, but instead, I see a colour I haven't seen for a long time: Green.

Green grass is what I'm sitting on, green leaves surround me on all sides. I notice other colours too. Red, yellow, blue, purple, and a dozen others colour the petals of flowers, some I've seen and most I haven't. Actually, the only plants I've seen in ages are the few weeds that became encased in ice.

I stand up and notice that I'm no longer clad in furs, but a blue tunic and trousers, as well as a brown open robe thing.

"So" A voice murmured from a nearby tree; " I see you have awoken"

I turn, and am more than a little surprised to see a person clad in the same kind of garments I am, except the robe is of a golden colour, and tunic was a regal purple. The person himself was a tall figure, pale skin and blond hair, and his eyes were an unnerving shade of sliver.

"Who are you?"

The man blinked in surprise, obviously not expecting such a question.

"You do not realise where you are?"

"Obviously"

He stared at me deep in thought, thinking about something. Then he smiled and spoke:

" So they did make you forget" He mused.

" Who's They?….actually you never told me your name"

The man chuckled and bowed;" My apologies" he stood again before informing me:'' My name is Theta Sigma" he paused letting it sink in , before: "Lord Magister of Atlantis!"

Judging by the pride in his voice, this was supposed to mean something important, but I've never even heard of such a place. I'm actually beginning to feel a little guilty not knowing.

"Sorry, but I've never heard of it"

Then I did feel guilty when his face fell.

" You do not know of Atlantis, not even your own role in forging it?"

"uh, no, sorry."

Theta look incredulous, " You don't remember, you don't remember" he muttered.

" You could always just tell me, y'know." I point out, still trying to figure out what he was on about, I mean I've helped loads of little communities out, but none named Atlantis.

He frowned then said: "I believe I shall have to.." He gestured to the grass-covered ground before commanding: " Sit"

I did as I was told and he sat opposite me, a few feet away, completely at ease while I fidgeted before him.

" Forgive me, my storytelling skills are not as apt as those of the oracles"

"I've listened to bad storytellers before, I can handle another"

The Lord Magister chuckled; " I suppose you have…" before he began to tell his tale.

" Long ago, before the cold came, in the valley of Eden, there were two clans. The Titans, and the Olympians. These clans were different to all others, in that they could control the energies of nature, shape it to their will."

I frown; "What do you mean, 'the energies of nature'?"

Theta gave a small smile, before holding up his palm. I stare at it expectantly, and almost jump up when a small golden fire appears in the palm of his hand, twinkling merrily in the now silent garden. I stare at it in shock, no one , no one, except me ,can do that.

Maybe I'm not alone, after all

With a grin, I hold out my palm, mirroring his gesture, and create a little fire of my own.

Theta's smile broadened, and spoke: "I see you have learned to control the energy too"

" I've been doing this for ages" I frown, wondering how this man could the things I could do with much more ease. And, as if hearing my thoughts, He explained: "The reason I can do this so easily is because our society devised a way to control the power with words and symbols, rather than thought alone."

"Could you teach me?"

The Lord Magister chuckled, before telling : " Only the ruling houses are privy to that knowledge"

"Figures"

"Indeed it does, but I believe we are being sidetracked."

"Oh. Right, carry on."

"Where was I….ah, yes. Now, these two clans had lived side by side since they could remember. The clans had been gifted with abilities beyond those of normal men, and one member of the Olympians, named Zeus, turned his powers to war, and attacked the Titans, starting a war that lasted many a year until you came. Using your own abilities, you created peace between the clans, and together they created a new land-"

"Called Atlantis"

"Exactly. This new clan, wanted little more than it's own solitude. I believe you were offered a place here, but declined, too much wanderlust in you for settling down. Now, this worried the Atlantians, so you agreed to have your memory erased. You left, forgetting Atlantis ever existed, and set up on your ways."

Theta smiled, before finishing his story: "And the rest is history"

I nod, leaning back to stare at the sky, which I notice is actually a ceiling, made from a sliver-green metal.

" I don't suppose there's a way to return these memories, is there?" I ask, half hopeful, half just wanting my memories back.

The Magister frowned, before walking over to me; "I suppose I could, it really depends on whether there's something to bring back" He nodded thoughtfully to himself, before: "stand still. I shall enter your mind and attempt to restore your memories."

I glance uneasily as his hands grasp my head, and closes his eyes. Suddenly I feel a slight tingle at the back of my mind, and Theta begins to mutter under his breath: " Is that…aha…there it is…now to just…remove that barrier"

I gasp as images, sounds, memories, swirl through my head. I groan as a small headache forms.

"There, much better!" Theta says cheerfully. I look at him and give my thanks.

Right, onto business

"You mentioned a valley, is that where we are now?"

Somewhat surprisingly, Theta shakes his head and speaks: " We left Eden when the cold came"

He said simply. "so where are we?" he looks at me closely.

" It would be better if I showed you"

And with that, turned and began to walk away. Scowling, I began to follow him through the green of the plants and asked: " so, where are we?"

"When the cold came" He began " Our valley became covered in the ice and snow, so we left"

Fair enough, I decided.

We came to a stop in front of a door of sorts, carved from the same metal as the ceiling. A memory whispered in my ear that this metal was called Orialchos, and that Atlantians had mined the mineral long before I came to their valley.

Theta whispered something under his breath, and made a gesture. The door swung open, revealing a balcony and a sapphire blue sky, dotted with a few fluffy clouds. Theta gestures again, this time for me to come.

" you see, we didn't just leave the Valley to escape the ice" Theta said. I walk to the balcony, and see a sea of golden streets and Orialchos buildings, but that's not what gets my attention. What gets my attention is the fact that Atlantis is not surrounded by earth or snow, but the sky itself.

" We left the earth as well"

A/N: Sorry for the wait folks, R&R and leave ideas and ways to improve my writing, cheers.