Chapter 15 - The Power of Pure Magic

"Happiness makes up for height for what it lacks in length." - Robert Frost

Harry waved the flame of pure blue power around in circles. The day had been interesting so far, with Harry waking up without any memory of what had happened the day before. Dumbledore had come in and filled her in on what had happened, to say that Harry was shocked was an understatement in the least. Hope had then later filled Harry in on what was to be done.

Let your mind be clear and try to bring out the knowledge on how to create a flame.

Harry had tried what Iris had said and all of a sudden everything had come back...literally everything. Harry now knew everything about the world from the time it had started until now. All the knowledge, all the information suddenly hit her brain with such force she would have collapsed if Iris wasn't in her head to quickly store all the information. Harry still collapsed to her knees and clutched her head while moaning in pain. Then again she lost her mind and went back to sleep.

"You are getting a bother young king." The voice from behind the black hood seemed to have an almost calming demeanor around it.

"Glad I am of interest to you Mordred." The brown matted head raised itself showing a young man with dozens of scars that shouldn't have been there guessing his age.

"You are of very keen interest to me and my Master."

Sapphires widened in shock, "You..are not the only one?"

"No, I was merely created to show you guardians what the power of the darkness really is." The hooded figure spoke with such ease it almost seemed that it was aware of it's making.

"So you are merely a--what do they call it--machine."

The face under the hood seemed to smile, "Now you are catching on."

"Tell me, where is this master of yours."

"Useless question, even I do not know."

"Very nice of your...father."

"He is not my father, he is my master, there is a large difference." The figure lowered his hood. Large pit less black eyes met bright sapphire. "I'm afraid that you cannot live any longer I must destroy you."

"You do not have your sword, you are powerless."

"I have many other powers you do not know of. And the sword is not mine. It is a gift from my master. It itself is a part of his soul."

"Then may it be. Try to destroy me." Arthur hefted himself up and heaved Excalibur in front of him, the sword gliting in the sunlight. "You will not get far. And if by the time that you do, you will be already dead."

Pit less orbs burned bright red, "We shall see." Mordred raised his hands heavenward.

A pillar of red blinding light sped down from the heavens and slammed into Mordred, right after dark clouds stormed into the region and red lighting came down and struck Arthur. Reeling from pain Arthur dropped to his knees and collapsed eyes wide open.

He wasn't sleeping.

After the short seemingly one-sided battle, saw that Mordred was also lying down at the brink of death.

So it wasn't a one-sided battle.

And yet Mordred seemed to have some last words...

"So it is said,

So it is true.

One Half-Century,

After the ending of the One-Half devil,

Both halves shall meet,

And the universe will be plagued,

By the one true devil.

So be it."

Harry was tired when she had woken up surprised to find herself on the cold bare stone floor. Looking around her eyes found that she was in a hallway that was lit from the candles on the wall. The corridor went on for as long as the eye could see. But Harry could feel the familiar power of Hogwarts around her. At first she thought that she was in the dungeons but the magic she sensed told her a completely different location.

Wait the magic she sensed?

There was something odd here. But then thinking again she must have formed that ability form the knowledge that Excalibur had given her. She looked around and saw a crack in the wall, by habit sensing power seeping through the wall. Harry walked up to it and stood starting to think. The answer popped to her almost as soon as she started to think. Unsheathing Excalibur she focused her power into the sword and the blade erupted in a blue flame, Harry almost dropped the blade in surprise. It was awfully bright. Harry brought the sword up and swung it down, sheer blue raw power exploded from the blade and flew to the crack in the wall. The explosion was earth-shattering and the wind itself made almost threw Harry away. But it did bring the girl to her knees, looking up she saw the walls melt away as the raw power seeped into the holes, cracks and destroying everything in it's path. Then it all ended and all was quiet. Harry slowly lifted herself up and looked behind herself, the door of the Room of Requirement slowly faded away. Harry looked back to the people standing in front of her.

Teachers and even some students looked at her as if she was some of magically powerful god. Then she noticed that all of the members of the Order of the Light. Now how did I now that?

Merlin just smiled at her, "Now do you know what the best thing is? You haven't even discovered a eighth of your power."