I think I might start to speed up on this story…hm, I dunno
Last time:
"I…I can't testify with this…you understand?" Moody's single black eye narrowed as he made his way for the door
"Yes, I do."
"Ah." Lady Rhianna breathed, holding her fan to her lips "Do you feel better now?" The man nodded, odd, silver-gray eyes quickly searching the room, before falling back on his host.
"Just one question though, where am I?"
"But that can wait." Severus continued, a smirk growing on his face "Right now I want to see just how good you really are."
Chapter five: Betrayal n' Swordplay
"But that can wait. Right now I want to see just how good you really are."
Oh shit!! I need some help out here!!
Deep in a dark grove, a small lithe boy turned from his book to look upward, cursing softly, his emerald, indigo, and silver swirling eyes flashing with annoyance.
"Great job, well done Jackass!"
It's not my fault he found me down here! The voice wailed, echoing all around the boy as he stood, quickly stalking to the center of the wood. He raised his hand and a spark of green energy coiled around his arm like an angry snake as he pointed to the center of a perfect circle of grass.
A tall ebony tree sat in the center of the grove, surrounded by seven other trees all glowing with magic. As the magic hit, the ebony tree flashed bright green soaking the magic in. The boy stood in front of the tree, a hand raised to the smooth bark, and then the entire grove flashed before melting away to darkness, only two of the surrounding trees still visible.
"Just hold him off as long as you can in that state, and I'll take over."
What ever you say, but hurry the hell up! He hurts! And this smirk on his face scares me worse than Voldemort!
The boy smirked, his eyes flashing, and then all around his body large circles of wood appeared in multiple colors shapes and sizes. He raised a hand pressing a finger against the smooth surface of one and it shined bright gold, the image of a sword flashing silver.
"Oh hold your horses brat."
Harry blinked then cursed, raising is blade to stop the professor's charge.
"Come now, as you say you've been practicing for four years now, you must be able to do something." Harry frowned, then spun about, parrying the Professor's blows.
"Sir? Kindly shut up." Severus laughed, easily knocking Harry off his feet with a well-placed kick to the knees, to rest his blade at Harry's throat.
"Checkmate Potter." Severus rolled his eyes, mouth pinching in displeasure then he started as Harry's eyes shifted, the emerald gaining silver and dark blue tints as he smiled.
"Round two!" The boy lifted his knee up faster than Severus could see, forcing the blade away from his skin, and then spun to his feet, leaning forward slightly. Severus righted his stance, smiling as Harry slowly switched hands, the blade flashing as it was raised.
Looks like this will be a real challenge!
Stephan opened the door to his home, and looked around, frowning. The bed was in disarray, the blanket for the bed gone, and Salis magic hung in the air, holding a distressed note.
"Shit." He cursed softly "Must I have to do everything?" He set his things down, and closed the door, body radiating satisfaction.
Their bond held no pain or anger, just a hint on annoyance and surges of adrenaline.
"And it is not strong enough to speak through just yet…" Stephan sighed and ruffled a hand through his white hair, before he blew a lock out of his face and fell into a chair
"Ah, what the hell. He'll be fine." He sniggered to himself softly, pulling his wand from his sleeve, then cursed.
"Man, I have to pick up that damn bint don't I? Bloody hell."
"I really don't understand what you are doing, Albus." A woman started, crossing her arms with a roll of her eyes.
Albus had requested her presence in the School's Wardroom, and here he stood, gazing into the main Orb that held the Wards in place. It was a large stone of white, silver, and black marble, the colors swirling about the orb that was larger than her head. And now it glowed a deep brown almost black.
"You'll soon see my old friend, just wait." He turned away from the main orb to glance at the five orbs that surrounded it, shaped into a perfect pentagram. She had never ventured into this room, the Ancient, almost living, magicks always making her instincts scream. But as she gazed at the orbs she realized they were actually five gray stones merged together into a sphere like shape, one on bottom and top, with three in the middle connected by thin strands of stone. And these five structures circled the Main Sphere.
"You see these creations? They have protected Hogwarts for a millennia now."
"W-what are they?"
"Salazar Slytherin created them and named them Maynograms. They can hold a wizard's magic and recreate it like a human's core. They have been powering Hogwart's wards for a millennia and more." He pointed to the one right in front of the door, glowing red.
In the middle of each Maynogram, was a pulsing ball of pure magic each a different color. One was a deep blood red with specks of gold, the second a soothing dark blue, the third a bright blinding yellow, the fourth a swirling silver and emerald green, then the last a pure jet black.
Albus raised a hand to the red Maynogram, and a sphere of black incased it, right as his hand was about to touch the gray orb on top. He pulled his hand back, closing his fist over the smoking palm, and a smile grew on his face.
"If I can harness the ancient magic of the founders, then maybe I can put an end to this war."
"But…isn't young Potter prophesized to defeat Voldemort?" The woman questioned. She alone knew of Albus' hatred for the once Potter Couple "If you find a way, should you not give the magic to him? He will need it." Dumbledore turned to her, a look of utter loathing on his face, and she stepped back.
"Ah, yes, the Potter brat. True he is to kill of Tom, but what of him afterward? He has grown much to independent of me…" Albus continued to mutter on, curling over the black orb. The woman's eyes widened felt her body stiffen.
"What?! You mean to kill him off after he has done his job??" Albus spun around, wand raised. The woman stumbled back as she pulled out her wand, but a voice inside told her she had no chance against the man who taught her everything she knew.
"Yes!" As that word was practically shouted, her wand burned red hot and she dropped it with a yell of pain, the wand flashing white. Then Dumbledore started to speak again "And why not, when poor mental Harry James turns into a deranged sociopath and becomes a Dark Lord? And when I defeat a second Dark Lord, my fame will become complete." Ropes bound her arms to her sides, and Albus jerked her towards himself, wand resting on her temple.
"This is also the only place were the Magic cast is not recorded." The light in the man's eyes sent shivers down the woman's spine, but she had one last thing to say.
"You'll never get away with this! Some Lord of the Light you are! The Light itself will put an end to this!" Albus leered.
"Like anyone will even know to stop me! Imperio."
Sirius was wondering the lesser-known halls of his home, when he heard an exalted laugh. The nearly breathless sound made him freeze.
Severus Snape was laughing, a deep purely carefree noise, one he had not heard since they were children before they had started Hogwarts.
"That is soo not far!" that voice made his breath catch and for a second he forgot to breathe as metal on metal echoed from the door to the dojo on his left.
"Never said it was purely your swordplay I was testing you on Potter!" Another 'clang' echoed through the room, and then the sound of a sword sinking into wood and Harry cursed softly.
"You said you started to train four years ago." Snape commented. Sirius could hear those heavy boots the Potions Master wore tap lightly against the floor as he moved now.
"I was taught differently than you, obviously." Harry snarked out "Besides you have been a Blade Master how long?" Snape chuckled again.
"I'd appreciate it if you'd stop laughing at me!" Harry snarled out. Snape snorted, and then Sirius heard slight tapping, someone was running- before Snape let out an 'oomph' as if the air was force out of his lungs, and a heavy thump made Sirius smirk, finally gaining the courage to open the door.
Snape was lying on the floor, a sword about a foot from his open right hand with his left over his stomach as he started to curl up, surprise and faint pain on his face.
Harry was two yards away, one knee and a hand to the ground the other leg outstretched, annoyance on his face as he stood; indigo and green eyes stormy.
"Sirius." He greeted shortly, then leapt up doing a summersault in the air to land the heel of his extended leg, where Snape's left knee was.
"That would have shattered my knee!" Snape snapped out, skidding to a halt as Harry stood again, dark gaze nearly pinning the elder man in place
"Your point?" Harry snarled out, staking forward like a predator who had just scented his prey "You are a wizard, whatever I do you can just heal." A look of confusion crossed Snape's face then he leapt back to avoid the next kick to his neck, ducking under the volley of punches that followed.
Sirius was completely confused. Harry was visibly seething, bouncing on the tips of his toes.
"Harry, calm down-" Harry turned for a brief moment then pulled his wand out, spelling Sirius silent.
"I have some steam to get rid of." He stated coldly, reholstering his wand. "So you sit there and be silent while I kick his ass, ok?" Sirius nodded dumbly and Severus snarled, pulling his wand out.
"Trying to make things more interesting?" Harry asked slowly raising his hands, before he ran forward, his form blurring as he appeared behind Snape, extending a foot to his lower back. Snape spun around taking the hit to his left forearm as he grabbing Harry's ankle with his right.
"You're trying to cripple me, aren't you?" Harry smirked, lifting himself up and down on his left foot to test Snape's grip, and then tore his foot free, spinning to slam his foot into Snape's lower abdomen. The man collapsed whimpering, hands to his stomach as he curled into a ball on the floor.
Sirius felt his mouth drop.
"Ooh." Harry winced backing a step "Sorry 'bout that." Snape groaned, trying to stand, but Harry stopped him.
"You don't want to move too much, it'll only hurt more." Snape huffed letting himself fallback onto the floor as Harry snickered at him.
"Let's just say that's four years of retribution." He laughed out. Sirius finally found control of himself and started to laugh outright, uncaring that he couldn't be heard. Snape finally found the strength to stand and sent Sirius a dry look as the Black Lord finally settled down.
"Oh Harry, the Headmaster wanted you about an hour ago." Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Ok." He said, nodding as he removed his shoulder pad, idly playing with his hair "Then he can wait another hour or so, yes?" Once again Sirius felt his mouth drop as Snape snorted.
"What?" He asked innocently "I need a shower." Snape's chuckles were his only answer as he left the room.
And as Harry said, it was an hour later when he found his way down to see the Headmaster in the kitchen, but before the old man could lecture him on promptness, Harry's state of dress made his words die on his lips.
Harry simply raised an eyebrow at them…a pierced eyebrow. Sirius blinked then the boy let out a smirk, raising his hands…hands which were suddenly paler, his right hand decorated with a silver band on his fore- and ring fingers.
"What?" Molly started to open her mouth like a gold fish, before someone finally found his or her voice.
"AWESOME!!" the twins shouted, standing. Harry only smiled at them, snorting.
He had changed everything up again, discarding his earlier clothes for a baggy black shirt with a single black handled silver dagger drenched in blood on his front, and baggy black pants, tucked into silver buckled boots. His hair was also different, the back an inch long and spiky while the front was to his chin, half his bangs hiding the left side of his face. His right eyebrow was pierced, as was the left side of his upper-lip. Silver hoops adorned his ears, the left with two; one slightly larger than the other, with both ears sporting three slivers of silver in the cartilage.
Also the short sleeved shirt reveled multiple silver bracelets on his left arm, black armbands on his right located above and below his elbow, not touching his wand holster.
"You wanted something Headmaster?" The man blinked rapidly while Harry stared at him, obviously already bored.
"Ah…yes, I have returned to bring you back to your relatives-" Harry frowned, then waved a hand cutting the older man off with a single word.
"No." Dumbledore stopped mid-sentence.
"What was that, Harry?" Green eyes narrowed.
"I said 'No'." He repeated "I refuse to go back there." Dumbledore stood slowly.
"When did I say you had a choice in the matter?" He asked calmly. The room went silent as Harry tilted his head to the side, his eyes narrowing and then exploded
"I'd think I had the right to stay away from the people who treated me lower than fuckin dirt!" Harry snarled out "Or did the pretty scar on my arm not show you that Vernon needs little incentive to kick my ass?" Dumbledore simply glanced at him then shrugged.
"How do we know if it's not a tattoo?"
"Because it's not!" Harry yelled out, taking a step forward as he threw an arm outward "Do you think I'm lying to you now?" At that Dumbledore chuckled softly
"Oh you've been lying to me for years now, Harry James." Before Harry could respond to that, Dumbledore cast that Gaelic sounding Spell and Harry vanished in a flurry of silver and blue, eyes wide as his arms started to wrap around his torso.
A second later Sirius broke through the stunned crowd
"Headmaster!" He shouted, catching the old man as he opened the front door "Why did you use the portkey spell? You know how he reacts to it!" Dumbledore didn't even glance at him, simply left.
"Why that old man-!" Sirius started to curse under his breath, and then Moody made a noise of understanding.
"That's why he did it. He want's the boy startled so he can get him into the house. From there Dursley can take over." Moody quickly left through the floo mumbling to himself as Sirius stormed back upstairs.
There has to be a way to protect Harry…aha!
Harry landed with a thud on the front porch of #4 and groaned, head spinning.
Get a grip! That voice snapped out hurriedly You must leave here, now!
He struggled to his hands and knees, fighting the nausea that came with the portkeying, but then felt a heavy hand on his neck, and panicked.
"Get off me!" he rolled away, morphing all his piercing from view, and then stumbled to his feet, right into wizened old hands.
"Now, now Harry m'boy, you are safe here."
"Safe!?" Harry shouted, braking free of the old man's hold to back away down the front steps "Yes, as safe as a pig in a slaughter house!!" Blue eyed darkened and Harry jerked back stepping on to the lawn, when magic swiped around him, throwing him into the house, before it locked on to his wrists and ankles growing tight. Harry grunted in pain, eyes clenched shut.
"What the hell did you just do to me?" His magic was pulsating angrily, but could not leave his skin, leaving his head to throb heavily. Finally it settled back and Harry opened one eye to glance up.
"Good bye, Mister Potter." Dumbledore disappeared with a crack, leaving Harry to stare at where he was blankly.
He actually left me here! A fist to his back knocked him out of his thoughts and he jerked forward, leaning on his hands to turn and glare.
"I was a tad bit disappointed when you left so early boy, but now we can have all our fun, right?" Harry shivered, then jumped when his magic seemed to implode inside him.
What the hell?? Then Salis opened his eyes and looked directly into Vernon's beetle black ones.
Oh shit, No!
Thousands of miles away, a man sat at his desk, a book in hand. He had long lanky black hair, the piercing blue eyes he held one of his few handsome features, when suddenly the book dropped from his hands and he coiled forward, hands griping his head.
"He's…hurt!" slowly he reached a hand out and pulled his chair away from his desk as he stood, only to fall forward to the ground, curling into a ball as his breathing began to grow labored, as those blue eyes became glossy, as if a film covered them.
"My…Lord…"