Antien

Description: Antien Potter, second son of the savoir of the Wizarding world, had never seen Hogwarts, but when he enters his 6th year at the school his father once called home, events will be put into motion that will change the course of the wizarding world.

Disclaimer: I do not own that of JK Rowling or that of JRR Tolkien.

Rated: T

Started: March 12, 2008

A/N: HUZZAH! Another chapter! And Finally! I got to the point in the story that has been coming for a long time! So if you have any comments feel free to give them! Enjoy!

Chapter XV:

They circled each other slowly, each surveying the grounds for the fight. The students gave them a wide berth not knowing what to expect. Antien feigned right but knew that Legolas wouldn't fall for it went low. The elf jumped over the blade and countered with his own attack and so on.

They went back and forth with blow after blow. Antien could see the looks of amazement on his classmates faces. Antien caught the laughter in his teacher's eyes as he turned away a blow and returned his own. Antien whipped around and catching Legolas with his back toward him and caught him at the throat. Antien, seeing his chance, quickly disarmed his teacher of one blade but Legolas twisted out of his grip before he could get to the other and the fight continued. While Antien knew it was really awkward to fight with one blade Legolas made it look easy, but as the fight went on Antien realized what had happened. Only by then it was too late. Legolas easily disarmed him and placed his single blade to the youngling's throat.

"I yield," Antien said and Legolas released him. Despite the fact that he had lost he saw looks of respect starting to grow in his classmates' eyes. The two bowed to each other in respect and Legolas turned to the rest of the students.

Legolas didn't even address the spectacle that had happened just said, "If you will now proceed to your dueling areas we will begin."

The students scrambled after that not wanting to be the last one to their area. The first and second years looked down right terrified as Antien approached a look to which Antien chuckled lightly. "Your opponents are your only worry," Antien said smiling. "The rules were explained to you and it is best if you remember them. We will start with you first years as based on the pairings posted. So you second years and those that are not fighting yet, if you will go the edge of the ward and get comfortable we will begin."

The morning went quickly for the first and second years. The fights being the best they could be for so young people. When they were finished and among those eating lunch Antien drifted to help Elladan as best he could. His group was more vicious in their fighting with the ingrained house rivalries taking over much of the time. Yet closer to three many of the fights had been decided and Elladan sent Antien to help his twin. The fifth and sixth years were much more subdued in their fighting styles choosing to be calculated in their moves. Many of the fights looked more like chess matches than sword fights. Antien only smiled as Rose and Hugo won their respective years with little difficulty. The fact was only obvious to the trained eye.

They took a break close to dinner to which the house elves made a picnic dinner in the training grounds as he seventh years nervously looked around as they prepared for their fights. The seventh years was the second smallest group, second only to the first years and Antien looked at them he saw even without THE sight, who the final two were going to be and he didn't like it one bit.

"Are you ready, James?" he asked as his brother smiled at him.

"This is the moment of truth," he said. "Of course, I'm ready." Antien spied the rest of the teachers walking down and he noticed that their parents were among them.

"What's going on?" James asked as his brother stood.

"I don't know," Antien said staring at the group.

James snorted. "You don't know?"

"It's not funny, James. Something is going on and I don't know what it is."

"They probably want to watch the finals. That's all."

Antien didn't buy it. There was an underlining current of tension surrounding the group that Antien knew something was not right, at all.

After the group settled down, Legolas stood. "We come together this night to celebrate all the hard work that these students have put into their studies this year. Would each winner please step forward?" The six winners gathered in a line before the blond elf. "You who won for your year have done exemplarily. Enjoy your victory and use what you have learned here as a guide for your future endeavors. Your strength may be needed in the end." Each of them nodded and Antien noticed that even the Slytherin winner seemed pleased by the praise. Legolas nodded at them and they returned to their friends. "Now if the seventh years would please step forward?" Each of them stood and walked to stand in front of their teacher. "I have watched all of you from the very beginning of the school year. Watched you get along and fight, win and lose, but most of all I have watched you grow both in your fighting skill and in everything else. You have become fantastic students both in the fighting ring and inside the classroom. Tonight is to show us what you really have learned. If the first pairing head to the wards, we will begin."

From there the pairings began and as each student was eliminated Antien knew that he was right. Between duels Antien let his eyes wonder and he saw the respect for his brother and contempt for Goyle as he used every legal (and even not so legal) trick to win his way through the fights. So Antien was not surprised at the unrestrained fighting between his brother and Goyle. It was only when Goyle drew blood that the entire family and school grew worried. Legolas tried to end the fight but Goyle wouldn't have it and only when he uttered an orc-ish curse did the vision that Antien had been waiting for came crashing through him.

Ahead of him stood the minister of magic, but not eh same name that had been elected the few years before. This man had been taken over by his greed and lust for power. Next to him stood another man cloaked in black.

"You have done well, Minister, and now it is time for your reward." Antien saw the blade being pulled back before he hut his eyes, but that didn't stop him from hearing the noise of blade into flesh. He opened his eyes long enough to see the vision change and once again he saw the man in black but this time he sat upon a throne and was directing his minions around what Antien knew to be the Ministry building.

The vision changed again but this time it showed him being taken by the minister and how it would stop the dark future from coming to pass. So he knew as his vision cleared what he had to do.

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Out of the corner of his eye James saw his brother go down and Locien rush over to him. He realized what it meant when he saw the minister stand from among the teachers and start over for his brother. So with that in mind he used his superior skill and training to disarm the idiot that tried to kill him. Goyle was restrained by his uncles before James had made five steps. He was almost to Antien when his father stepped between them and minutely shook his head no. Behind Estel Locien was trying to get Antien to tell him what he saw.

"Minneth, what did you see?" Locien asked.

"Darkness."

"What--?"

"Protect Naneth Vayna, okay?" Antien asked as he looked up at his mentor. Locien could only nod as the ministry men came around them and roughly retrained the young elf.

"Just what do you think you are doing?!" He heard his mother exclaim, an exclamation that was echoed throughout the training grounds.

"I am taking what is rightfully mine," the minister stated simply as if commenting on the weather.

James had had enough even as he gripped his blade he knew he could not kill the man even if he wanted to. He stole a glance at his captured brother and knew he couldn't just stand there any longer. He maneuvered around his father and charged.

'Neurion! Daro!' James stopped dead and his father swept passed him, his features dark and angry. "You will release my son." Each word was punctuated and any person in their right mind would have listened to him.

"I think not," the minister said haughtily. "This boy is a danger to the ministry and the stability of this country and as such he must be taken into custody. Such is the law."

"The law twisted for your own aims!" Rose cried out from behind James. He could tell she was upset. He turned slightly to see his cousin between Hugo and Alexa and all three were almost in tears.

"Regardless, it is the law," the minister said and turned to leave.

"In the name of the King of Gondor and Arnor, I command you to stop!" The entire crowd gasped and the minister and his men stopped.

The minister turned clearly sneering. "What right do you have to invoke such a name?"

"As the Line's Protectors, we have every right!" Vayna shot back as Legolas, the twins devoid of Goyle and Locien took their places around her. James gasped quietly when he realized they had done it without their glamours.

The minister scoffed. "As if the line still exists. It probably died out centuries ago."

James saw his father tense at the remark and almost wanted to hit the man again… as if he got to a first time.

"You know who we are," she said gesturing to her family. "You know the power we hold, then answer me this: why would we still be around if the line did not exist?"

"Then why are you here?" James rolled his eyes at the question and his saw his father stare blankly at the man clearly trying to figure out how he got elected. "If the Line is still around then why are you at Hogwarts of all places?"

Locien laughed even as Vayna shot him a glare. "Are you really that dense? Because to everyone else the answer to that question is perfectly clear. The heir is at Hogwarts."

The minister pretended as if he didn't hear him but James could tell that he was fuming. "If you want to see your son again then you will go through the proper channels at the Ministry."

James growled lowly but at a look from his father he stayed where he was. Estel nodded. "To the Ministry then."

The minister smiled gleefully before ordering his men forward. Throughout the whole ordeal Antien was quiet and calm, as if he had expected it and knew what he was doing, James only hoped he did.

His father then turned to the rest of the family. "Locien, is the ship ready?"

"Ship? What ship?" Legolas asked.

Estel looked sheepish. "I borrowed with full consent of the Headmaster, the Drumstrang Ship. I know that it is not the ideal vessel but we don't have much time." He looked pointedly at Vayna as he said it and she smiled sadly. "We won't have much time for goodbyes if this goes according to the plan Antien sent me just moments after… the minister took him. So…" He looked stricken for a moment when he realized what he was about to say. "Vayna, Legolas, the twins and Locien will head for the ship –"

"Not me," Locien said interrupting.

"What do you mean?" Legolas asked.

Locien thought back to the fight his two parents had the few weeks before and smiled sadly. "I do not belong in the undying lands, at least, not in this body. I am going with Estel to the Ministry."

"Fine," Estel said eager to get going. "I will be going to he Ministry to retrieve Antien where he will meet you at the ship and you will sail without looking back."

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A/N: Happy Birthday, Harry!