Daww I was kind of hoping someone would catch the reference last chapter :p Oh well. I mentioned canoncansodoff's Muggle Summer Wizard Fall Fic and Seel'vor's Quantum Leap for starters as well as a couple of my own. :P
Blades of Valor
Before the formation of an ancient school, before the fall of the mighty Roman Empire, even before the glory of Greece a powerful warrior lived, inscribing ancient arts into a singular stone. This stone was sought by countless weapon smiths for eons to come. Passing from legendary sword smith to the next, to Masamune, Muramasa, and the blade smiths that forged Excalibur as well. Each time it passed on the sword smith would pour his or her knowledge into the stone as well, furthering the knowledge contained within.
Generations of knowledge poured within led to a group of mages, Merlin, Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw working in tandem to create two last blades; using all of the accumulated power and might of the ancient artifact; leaving it nothing but a few slivers of worthless material.
The 'Blades of Valor' they were called by the group. Rowena poured her knowledge and skills of language into the blade, her wisdom and her vast intellect further enhanced with the knowledge of past, present and foresight: the ability to know the future itself.
Godric poured his courage, his strength and valor into the blades. His mastery of weapons, and his combat prowess. He poured his will and his skill to bring victory to any battle into the twin blades.
Helga poured her compassion, her loyalty; and the ability to instill loyalty into others. She poured her love and heart into the blades, protecting them from corruption and shielding them from any dark soul. She poured her knowledge of healing into the blades.
Salazaar added his cunning, and wit. He added his ability to see any plot against him or those who served beside him. He added his power to command the very serpents of the earth in their own tongue. Lastly, Salazaar added his ability to handle politics as well as any artist could handle their medium.
Merlin bound the blades in power, giving them unparalleled magical ability. He gave them the ability to absorb or reflect magic back at the aggressor. Merlin furthered the blades with his knowledge of time, making them exist beyond that of the boundaries of such. Protecting them from damage from wear, tear and rust as well as the ability to break.
This was their last project, their last creation. One that would be unknown until their rightful wielder would arrive...
A thousand years would pass as the blades rested within the maw of a giant serpent, unknown to all. A final challenge for the wielder.
"Now you'll die Harry Potter." 'Tom Riddle' stated in amusement as Harry's vision slowly darkened.
He had managed to kill the Basilisk by ramming the sword of Gryffindor into its maw, through the tender flesh and into the very brain of the serpent.
However, as he laid there, phoenix weeping over his wound he sensed something. Struggling to his feet he staggered over to the dead serpent.
"What is it...?" Harry asked in a daze before reaching out both hands towards the snake, as if to embrace it.
Gryffindor's sword forgotten; lying on the cold stone behind him a pillar of purest light formed about both of his hands.
"What is this Potter?" Voldemort's memory demanded.
"It's time... To reclaim the light." With those words the light faded and left a pair of blades in Harry's hands.
Perfectly sized to Harry he had a feeling that they would continue to grow as he did. Knowledge flooded his mind; the ability to wage war, the skills of politics, the power of persuasion. All of these and more were burning themselves into Harry's mind. Yet all of this took less than an instant. Harry's wounds sealed, the venom within his veins no longer a threat, but a source of power.
It was then he looked at the two blades. Each glowed gently in a holy light, they were obviously designed in a similar vein to Gryffindor's blade, a long, double edged blade with a tip that allowed for stabs. Instead of a simple gray the blades themselves were almost azure, having a blue tint of energy. The hilts themselves were simple, gold with a gem symbolizing each of their makers. Garnet for Gryffindor, Emerald for Slytherin, Sapphire for Ravenclaw, and a Tiger's Eye for Hufflepuff. Lastly a Single pure diamond: Merlin.
"You might not fully die today Voldemort but I will end you before it's over. At that Harry mentally called the journal towards him and as it went flying the blade in his right hand slashed against it, cutting the journal in two.
"Nooooo!" Voldemort's memory screamed before fading into the abyss.
With that finished Harry looked back at the two blades. What where they and how...?
No longer needed however, they faded from his hands, to be called upon at another time. Somehow Harry knew that he needed to keep their existence secret. With that in mind he walked back to the forgotten blade of Gryffindor and picked it up before twirling it expertly ready to sheath the blade. However he encountered a problem.
"Er... Sorting hat? Does the blade have a sheath?" Harry asked in a bit of embarrassment.
"Of course it does."
"Can I have it?" Harry asked a bit wearily.
Frowning the Sorting hat somehow leaned on one side of its brim and shot a sheath at harry from it's opening. Surprised it almost managed to hit him in the face but he secured it about his waist and sheathed the weapon he had slain the basilisk with.
Harry's "Public" weapon.
Then with that done he summoned the sorting had to him as well as his wand. Re-securing his wand and placing the hat on his head he spoke.
"Hey, don't mention the swords."
"Don't worry Gryffindor bound me from speaking of them. And Fawkes won't be able to either." Was the hat's mental reply.
Once he had managed those tasks he offered a shoulder to Fawkes who landed elegantly.
"Thanks Fawkes. You did good." Harry thanked the phoenix that had saved his life.
The bird crooned; pleased over the praise as Harry walked over to Ginny, picking up the destroyed journal along the way and placing it in his robes as well.
Once he reached Ginny he shook her; forcing her awake.
"What... What happened? Oh..." Thus she sobbed out her story, clinging to Harry as she did so.
"Hey... It's okay, don't worry. C'ommon, your brother is just a short distance back. We can go get him and see Dumbledore. You won't be punished. It was Voldemort after all." He soothed.
She nodded meekly; still upset at how she had been used.
The Blades of Valor had been loosed and now destiny had been shattered. The world would never be the same as the master of the Blades had come at long last...
Did I seriously just do another update? Whoa. Well in any case I hope I'll be finished will all these snippets soon. I've still got a bit of a backlog as I continue to write...
I might start merging snippets together (As in 2-3 or 4 in a single 'chapter') if I keep punching them out like this...