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The Order of the Skull had their origins in the beginning of fifth century China when several key wizards of the holy Buddhist temples discovered how to raise corpses from the ground. This discovery was horrifying to the six wizards who discovered this. All of them except one, Leng Shin Hu, who killed the other five wizards and fled with the secret of life and death to the mountains of Tibet. There he formed his own sect where he taught students how to summon the dead… one at a time. Most necromancers are almost immortal as long as they have young life forces of children, magical children are the best, to suck out.
And so Leng Shin Hu was the leader of the Order of the Skull. To enter the order, new regulations were set up. You had to defeat a necromancer to join the order, and before joining you had to take an oath. There would be only fifteen necromancers at a given time. If there were less, then Leng Shin Hu would train a few more necromancers.
Voldemort came along, insanely powerful, and defeated Walgarus's father, Posson Wa Kartern. He stole the secrets of the Order of the Skull, and took them with him without taking the oath. He formed a new sect, death eaters, and shared the secret with many inner circle members… The Order had spent most of the century trying to hunt Voldemort down, but so far Voldemort has killed more than five different necromancers, which were painstakingly replaced.
Leng Shin Hu was draped in a black cloak, with purple eyes on it in random spots. The eyes were slit like, cat eyes that sent shivers down Dumbledore's spine as he watched through a crystal ball in his office. This was a scrying ball, not used to see the future but rather to see around Hogwarts. It was available to all headmasters of Hogwarts in times of Great Peril. Dumbledore never thought he would have to use it, not even if Voldemort attacked the castle because Voldemort wouldn't destroy Hogwarts – He loved Hogwarts after all, the only thing Voldemort could love…. But the necromancers would raze Hogwarts to the ground.
Leng Shin Hu was over eight feet tall and had Chinese slants on his black eyes. His nose was rather slit like, like a snake… like Voldemort's. His mouth was curved in a cruel smirk that would never quite go away, the smirk of superiority, the 'I am better than you' smirk that the Malfoys usually had on their faces.
His face was marked in what looked like spider webs. Silver paint spider webs, everywhere, even on his bald scull. They looked tattooed. His feet was wrapped up in a sort of mummy cloth, pure black. His hands were withered and grayish, and there was a green sort of tinge about him. He practically glowed with evil.
He was sitting on a high red chair on a white platform. The chair was sitting on top of a square. The platform led down to an even bigger platform through staircases. The whole contraption was held by four strong ogres on each corner. Behind him hundreds of vampires followed him, heads down, hoods up covering their white pale faces and red eyes. They followed in neat little rows like the German Army and they marched as well, just like Hitler's army. On their arm bands, instead of a swastika was a silver spider in a golden box and below it was the writing: Parwaz Xesueng Chawin.
Dumbledore recognized it, and no doubt Bartemius Crouch Sr would have recognized it with his proficiency with language. The term, a Chinese term, olden Chinese not used today, meant simple:
"Death Comes to All."
It sent shivers down Dumbledore's spine.
Behiind the vampires followed another procession, something like the first one except less grander. This time there were renegade goblins following an extremely fat man with a long black moustache that was neatly trimmed and a short goatee. The man had black eyes like buttons, and like Leng, he had no hair. He was also draped in a black cloak with purple eyes randomly assorted on it.
Behind him the renegade goblins neatly marched, their black armor shining in the sunlight that peered through the extremely tall trees of the Forbidden Forest
But that was not all… like this, welve more armies followed, Vampires, goblins, ogres, giant elephants and fierce riders, black knights, dragon riders, and most of all… inferi. Lots and lots of inferi and skeleton armies, their dead eyes examining the area around them with nonchalance.
They all lined up surrounding Hogwarts, their armies ready. Fifteen necromancers converged on each other and conversed their battle plans.
That's when Walgarus told them of what he had found.
"This Harry potter… he is from another universe?"
"Is that so?" Leng asked curiously, his voice deep and rumbling. He had a certain elegance about him that made Walgarus green with envy and ambition.
"Yes I saw it in his mind. Here, come into mine and I'll show you the memory."
Leng went in, and saw Harry's journey across the universe. "A magical accident…" Leng said. "Interesting. We will capture him and find out if this magical accident could be replicated."
"And if we can?" Walgarus asked eagerly.
"If we can we will create the grandest army the world has ever seen, making this paltry 1000 numbered army look like trash. If…. This presents us with a great opportunity. Walgarus, my eager follower, you will capture Harry Potter and bring him to me. Is that acceptable?"
"Yes my lord, Thank you." The other necromancers scowled jealously at Walgarus. Leng chuckled a bit and gestured to the fat necromancer.
"Pouyon, give the shout."
Pouyon raised a giant golden trumpet and blew three short blasts. The army rushed at Hogwarts….
….and the aurors prepared themselves for battle. They had a chance to show their valour…. The gates would not open or fall, they vowed to themselves.
The gates opened. Nicholas Flamel opened them himself. The army that was rushing toward them, goblins, ogres, and the like stopped as Leng shouted, "Halt!" His cry echoed across the region.
Nicholas Flamel stood in all his glory, his blue cape flying in the wind behind him, his eyes glowing golden. He raised a staff and started chanting:
"Wazrityu Chamiry Wought Nikarza!" The sky darkened, lightning flashed, and then suddenly a giant ball appeared in front of Flamel. It was a pinkish sort of ball. The ball expanded, more and more, and then there was a giant flash of white light. Everyone who was watching, including Dumbledore shut their eyes against the light.
Out of the bubble stepped the King of the Spartans, his expression grim. And from behind him, there followed three hundred of his best warriors.
"Oh mighty King!" Nicholas said in spartan, "Welcome to Hogwarts. Will you fight for me?"
"What is this?" The king asked in horror. "magic?"
"Precisely, good king. Magic. We are under attack. You can be entrusted to watch the gates?" Nicholas added a subtle charm and magic to his words.
"You heard the wizard," The king shouted. 'Let's defend-?"
"Hogwarts. The castle of Hogwarts."
"Let's defend the castle of Hogwarts!" The king roared. Behind him his three hundred Spartan warriors whooped.
Leng chuckled, "What wonderful trickery, Flamel. Let's see if it can stand up to my grand army. Let the battle commence!"
The battle of Hogwarts had begun.