"Welcome to your new home, Harry Potter," Mist exclaimed proudly to the baby, as the trio stepped out of the vortex and into a what looked like a beautiful rainforest, "Welcome to Valhalla."
"Sister, my lovely twin," Volo smiled, "As much as I love you, Harry is a baby and he doesn't understand what your saying. Give him a couple of years, then maybe, but right now, to him it's all gibberish."
Mist pouted and crossed her arms over her chest, "Little Harry understands me. Don't you Harry?"
Harry giggled at the two bickering twins, his eyes sparkling with happiness.
Volo rolled her eyes and readjusted the child on her hip, "Come on, let's speak with the Queen and the council. They'll want to know how the mission went."
"Yeah," Mist snorted, "They'll want to know that Bumblebee still owns us his debt, considering he tried to trick us."
"Let's go."
Volo, Mist and Harry, who was still in Volo's arms, walked down a cleared path. Passing a waterfall on their right, the group turned left, at the fork in the road. They passed more trees, and exotic plant life, until they finally came to a clearing.
Shouting and yelling could be heard, throughout the area. Clashing, of metal upon metal, rang through the trees and female voices instructing others could be heard. Harry looked around, all the new nosies had sparked his curiosity, in hopes of spotting the anything new.
Harry giggled, as they passed a group of six men, that were engaged in a no weapon free for all spar. Looking around at his surroundings, Harry could now see many groups of people, both men and women of varying ages, training to fight. Some training with weapons, some without. With each group there was that least one women who was not engaged in the training, instead these women were instructing the groups.
Volo and Mist walked passed one of the trainers, who greeted them with a loving smile, "Greetings Volo. Mist. Queen Leysa and the council are waiting for your return, and your good news."
Volo nodded her understanding, while Mist smirked.
"We definitely have some good news."
"Have something to do with Dumbledore?" The trainer asked, with a knowing smile.
"Oh yeah," Mist grinned.
"The Queen and the council are in the council room, waiting."
"Thanks."
Upon entering the council room, light burst from torches on the walls. Volo and Mist stood proudly in front of a large throne, which had two chairs on either side of it. Though the other four chairs were not as glamorous as the throne, they were in no way fit for a commoner.
Sitting on the chairs was the Council, which was made up of three males and two females.
Sitting the throne was a tall, handsome middle aged man, with a short greying beard and a calming face. While he only had one eye, which many would see as a disability, his remaining left eye gave off wisdom and power beyond his years. Draped across his shoulders was a dark blue cloak and a walking staff was leaning against the back wall. Written across the top of his throne was one word: Odin.
On the mans' right sat a beautiful, middle aged woman. Her raven hair was pulled into a French braid, that went to the middle of her back. Her red eyes showed knowledge and wisdom beyond the age she looked. The woman wore a simple red dress, that reached down to her ankles. Behind her sat a pair of beautiful black wings. Carved into the top of her chair was the name: Thought.
On Odin's left a proud looking man sat. He was handsome, and the same age as Thought, in fact Thought and himself looked extremely similar. He too had black hair that fell to the bottom of his ears, his red eyes glowed with past experiences. His black wings were slightly larger then Thought's and looked a more weather worn. On his chair, his name was carved into the top: Memory.
Next to Thought sat a gruff looking man. No frown nor smile graced his face, instead a calculating expression was present. His unblinking amber eyes bore into Harry's, as if trying to see into Harry's soul. Upon his head, almost hidden within his brown hair, was a pair of brown coloured wolf ears, which twitched at every sound and behind him, a brown tail swung from side to side. Engraved into the top of his chair was the name: Freki.
Sitting next to Memory, was a attractive looking woman. Her red hair was pulled up into a loose bun and hiding in her hair was a pair of red wolf ears, and just like Freki, she had a tail sticking out from behind her. Her face held a calming and warm expression. Her amber eyes looked curiously at Harry. Written upon her chair was the name: Geri.
When Odin's eyes landed on the entering Volo and Mist, a smile graced his face.
"My daughters," The man exclaimed happily and loudly, while standing to his feet, "It is good to see you both back, safe and sound. Your mission was a success, I presume?"
"You could say that, Father," Mist rolled her eyes, "The old fool tried to trick us."
Odin raised an eyebrow, "Explain."
"Dumbledore," Mist spat out the name with disgust, "Thought he could fool us. Trying to give us who he claimed was the Chosen One of the Light, when really he thought he was giving us the brother of the Chosen One."
"In reality, he gave us the real Chosen One without a second thought," Volo finished with a smirk, "Ah, sometimes you love that man for his over confidence, but most times you want to punch his face in, 'cause he thinks he's always right."
The council let the words sink in before Odin spoke on the behalf of all of them, "We, as a whole, hereby claim that Albus Dumbledore still owns the Council of Valhalla his debt. The debt may be paid in the form of weapons, powerful warriors, magical artifacts or warrior spirits. He has at least ten years to pay before we send one of our debt collectors, again."
"Council," Volo interrupted with a smirk, "But Dumbledore does not know of the continuation of his debt."
"That is true," Freki spoke with a snarl, "But the old fool knowingly tried to trick us. So he suffers the consequences of his own actions."
The rest of the council nodded in agreement.
"What of the boy?" Questioned Geri.
"Yes," Thought agreed, "He's the Child of Light. What will become of him."
"He's going to be trained by the best, that's what," Counter Freki, "He's going to be the best of our warriors and he will lead the other trained warriors into the Final Battle, when it comes."
"I agree," Memory stated, "But he will need to be trained, not only in the art of fighting, but in magic, weaponry, forming battle plans, charming people into giving up knowledge."
"We all agree the boy will be trained and become the best," Odin paused and the other council members nodded in agreement, "Tomorrow find the best of the best in each field Memory mentioned and a few more. Young Harry will start his training when he reaches the age of three and a half."
"Is there anything else you wish to discuss with the council?" Memory questioned.
"No," Volo bowed, "We must, however, speak with the Queen."
Odin nodded, "Understood. Call us if you need us again."
The other council members nodded as well, before leaving the council room. Thought and Memory, changed into twin ravens before taking flight, while Freki and Geri transformed into a wolf and his mate and disappeared through the back door and into the forest. Odin stood and grabbed his staff, then he disappeared into thin air.
Harry stared wide eyed at the council disappear, before clapping happily and giggling, as if it was entertainment.
From the same back door that Freki and Geri exited, a exotic looking woman entered. Just by the mere presence of her, one felt the amount of power she held. Her golden eyes showed kindness and warmth as well as power. She wore a blue tank top and black pants. Upon seeing Volo and Mist a grin formed of her face.
"My sisters," The woman smiled her voice soft and sweet, as she walked over to them, and kissing both of them of each cheek, "You were both gone for so long. The others and I were beginning to worry. Did you complete your mission?"
"Oh yes," Volo answered, "We got Dumbledore in trouble with the council and we've brought you two of the finest warriors, the magical world has to offer."
"Really?"
"Yes we do, your Highness, " Mist answered for her twin, "Not to mention, they are both really hot."
Queen Leysa rolled her eyes at Mist behavior, "You say the about most of the warrior spirits you bring here."
"I'm never wrong though, am I?" Questioned Mist as she unclipped the bottles from her belt.
"I guess not," The Queen shook her head.
Mist opened both of the bottles with one hand and the spirits of Sirius and Remus floated out of their bottle as a haze of smoke, before turning into a full body spirit. Both men looking confused.
"What did I tell you?"
"You're right, they are cute," Volo agreed.
"Cute?" Mist looked at Volo in disbelief and horror, "I called them hot, not cute."
"Ladies!!" The Queen interrupted, loudly, causing both women to stop arguing, "Thank you. Now are they good fighters?"
"Like no other," One of the twins answered.
Sirius looked at his surroundings with wide eyes, "Where are we and what do you want with us?"
Remus rolled his eyes in annoyance, "Don't you ever read a book?"
Sirius blinked owlishly at Remus, which made the werewolf shake his head.
"Idiot . . ."
"You wound me with your harsh words, Remus."
". . . We're in Valhalla, home of the slain." Sirius gave Remus a blank look, "Warrior heaven," Remus tried again.
"Oh! I know that place," Sirius exclaimed, then frowned, "Isn't it made up, though?"
Remus, again, shook his head before muttering, "Idiot."
"That's enough," Queen Leysa interrupted, "You are correct Remus Lupin. You both are in Valhalla, I am Queen Leysa, at the moment I rule over Valhalla, and next to me is Volo and Mist, they are both Valkyries of Valhalla and twins. Before I can make you corporeal I must explain how you came to be here. By the end of that you can choose whether you will want to stay or if you want to move on. Do you agree on these conditions?"
It only took a few moments for Remus to think over what the Queen had said. While Sirius was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that Valhalla was real, as he had been told the legend as a child.
"I agree," Both men uttered together.
The next thirty minutes was taken up by Queen Leysa, with help form Mist and Volo, explaining to Remus and Sirius the debt that Dumbledore owned them, the prophecy, the attack from Voldemort and the betrayal of Peter. Following that, was the deaths of both Sirius and Remus, which left both men in shock. Then came the trickery of Dumbledore and the meeting with the Council of Valhalla, before the explanation came to a finish.
It several moments before anyone spoke, but final Remus found his voice.
"If we are to become corporeal," Remus paused before continuing, "I'd like to make a request concerning Harry, for both Sirius and myself."
"Let me hear your request, before I answer."
Remus nodded, "Would it be okay, if, while we're not training with your Valkyries, we could train Harry magic from our world?" Sirius nodded in agreement.
"That's a pretty good idea," Volo voiced, "We don't have anyone that Harry would fully trust around here."
"I agree," Queen Leysa nodded, "You two may train Harry in you form of magic, and before you open your mouth, Sirius Black, I will allow Harry to live with you. Considering he is your godson. Though, Harry can only live with you two, if Volo and Mist can live with you also. Volo seems to have grown attached to Harry and Mist likes the cute ones."
"We agree," Both men said together.
"Well then," Queen Leysa smiled and her eyes glowed silver, causing the two spirits to become solid, "See you in a week, your training begins then."
"I'm sorry Lily, James," Dumbledore started, as he handed Lily her child, "I'm truly sorry to have to tell you this, but not only did Voldemort murder Remus and Sirius, he also got little Harry. I'm truly sorry for your lose, but I'm afraid you can't see his body."
"Why?" Sobbed Lily.
"Voldemort," Dumbledore sighed, "Mangled Harry's body until it was unidentifiable, before turning his wand onto Chris. I don't want to make you any more upset then you already are."
"My baby's dead?" Lily continued to cry as James held onto his wife tightly.
TBC . . . .
Thank you, everyone that reviewed or read my story.
Hello my readers. First off, I give a cookie to all those smart people who figured out that Dumbledore owned a debt to the Valkyries of Valhalla. Congratulations you smart people.
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