Ascension

"Talking"

"Thoughts"

"Telepathy and Blood view"

Overview and Selene Narration

Chapter IXX: Pain Since Yesterday

Arszlan found himself leaning against the wall, under his invisibility cloak looking at the entrance to the Room of Requirement where he had taught several students Defence Against the Dark Arts before they had been sold out.

"If, I were Tom Riddle where would I hide my Horcrux?" The answer hit him as if David had punched him the jaw in a full contact sparring match. Arszlan could comfortably fight Eve, Katie and Remus in anything between one on one and three on one. Spar with David semi-competitively but still got kicked in by his father. He had never fought his mother. Only Eve had and she came back with several bruises.

"She IS a Death Dealer and far older than us." Eve had said. Arszlan was comfortably on Eve's level of ability which had made him down about not being able to fight his kid sister. But he had been able to shapeshift into any version and hybrid of their shared lineage.

Anyway he concentrated and sure enough a doorway appeared, moving slowly he entered the room. His eyes widened at the sheer amount of crap that had been placed in their! His eyes picked out an adhoc, storage system of books in one section, toys in another and jewellery in another and that was the end of organisation.

Harry made his way over to the book section and absent mindedly began pouring over the titles, he stored some in the gym bag he had brought with him as they had been written by a Potter, even though he had been adopted the name still felt like his.

He was unaware of his surroundings and he heard the drawling voice "Turn around, drop the bag and hand over your weapons Potter." Arszlan smirked, he didn't need to turn around to find out that it was Draco Malfoy.

"So, what brings the Silver Prince of Slytherin to a one on one confrontation with a man who has repeatedly thrashed him in a fight or competition that Snape has not been involved in." Arszlan replied not even looking at his former rival, his hand reaching inside his coat.

He agreed and dropped the bag and his weapon rig save for a concealed Glock 19, hidden in a concealed sleeve in his trench coat. Draco moved forwards his wand outstretched and reached for the sword which was on Arszlan's left side. Quicker than lightning, Arszlan grabbed Draco's wrist hauled him in front and drove a right jab into the blonde's face, an elbow to the side of the head and finished up with a knife strike to the temple dropping him like a stone.

Arszlan vanished into the depths of the room as Crabbe, Goyle and Nott barged into the room firing bludgeoning, breaking and blasting spells at full speed. Arszlan pulled out a hunting rifle and pulled out three mags of ketamine darts, these were given enough ket to drop a full grown African Elephant with two darts, one of these should it hit a teenager it was liable to kill them.

Arszlan wasn't caring at that moment in particular, he took aim and fired his first shot. Crabbe had no time to even think as the dart caught him square in the ribcage dropping him like a stone. Arszlan reloaded and jumped off the pile of chairs he was hiding in as a curse known as 'Smash and Burn' collided with them annihalating them and began a fire.

Illuminated by the fire, Arszlan noted the diadem glowing faintly. He pointed fired, reloaded and fired again. Two darts slammed into Zabini although one penetrated the boys throat and the other in the large intestine. Goyle snarled in anger and began casting what were evidently illegal fire spells, the room was rapidly going up in flames. Arszlan snarled in anger. He dived through the flames snatched the diadem and winced as it burnt his hand as if it was exceptionally hot instead of a 'I'm-a-Werewolf-Hot'. He darted back through the flames, the flames not catching on his leather and metal boots or his coat. He grabbed his bag, Malfoy, Zabini and sheer force of will the downed part troll and began moving towards the exit as more dark curses, three of which were acidic in nature were getting steadily closer.

He opened the door to the room of requirement, chucked himself and his cargo out as a blast of flame followed him, almost catching Flitwick as he was heading up to the Gryffindor Common Room to collect a first year for detention. The reason he was doing so was because the kid had an incredibly bad sense of direction.

"Mr. Corvinus, would you mind explaining to me what has just happened?" Arszlan looked behind him a the smoking room "Long story but there is a pupil in there if you don't mind retrieving him."

It was going to be one of those evenings.