Harry Potter, the renowned Auror, was sitting in his desk at the Ministry of Magic, just a few hours ago before he got a concerning message. Now he finds himself beneath the fishing town of Crail, in a hidden fortress. Alongside him are his old friend Ron Weasley, and the current Minister of Magic, Hermione Granger. Normally, the minister accompanying two Aurors was never heard of, but the danger posed now was too great.
Fortress was buried centuries ago by magic, and still retained some of the energy, it was kept secret from the muggles, but somehow its influences slowly began leaking to the surface. Impossible lightning strikes and explosions recently rocked the town of Crail, three muggles had died in these magical disasters and the Ministry was hard at work covering them up. It was hard to keep up with all the magical occurrences in the town though, many people claimed to have spotted unicorns with a concerning frequency.
The trio made their way further into the fortress where they came upon what they believed to be the source of the disturbances. A large ruined fortress gate stood across a destroyed bridge. Many skeletons surrounded this area as well. However, where the gate of the fortress should be, instead there was a swirling vortex of green magical energy.
Ron looked towards his two companions and said, "Looks like a disturbance, ey?"
The trio then proceeded towards the bridge, all three drew their wands. They proceeded to slowly repair the bridge using many spells so they could cross. However, the fortress had other plans in mind. Two giant statues flanking the magical vortex, each with the head of a dragon and carrying heavy two headed axes sprang to life with the same green energy of the vortex coursing through them. The grand statues open their mouths as a violent green energy built up within. They sent out blasts at the trio.
"Protego!" each of the wizards shouted as they ducked for cover. The bridge they had just repaired crumbled back to nothing as each blast struck it. Harry lept out from behind his cover and sent a blasting curse at the heads of one of the dragons, stunning it. He looked back at his companions.
"We've got to make our way to the portal! Confringo appears to do quite a splendid job when it comes to stunning those statues." Harry said. Hermione and Ron nodded in agreement as they followed Harry and each cast a blasting curse at the statues as they ran towards the portal. Diving in, they found themselves in a large circular chamber, empty braziers lined the floor along the wall. Massive blue crystals of ice rose from the floor with the central and largest one seeming to contain a person.
Both Ron and Harry looked towards Hermione.
She said, "Are you expecting me to know what, or who that is?"
Ron responded, "Well, yeah. You are the one who read up on the history of Hogwarts before you went there…"
Hermione cut him off, "I had more than a few minutes to do research before I went there, I didn't have time to do any research, besides, nothing I've ever read about the history of the Magical World had any more information about the Fortress of Crail other than that its ancient and sunken."
Harry walked up to the crystal and up his hand on it, "Who are you?" he asked as he began to look closer. The man wore dark, simple robes. He had a neatly trimmed brown beard, though any other features on his face couldn't be distinguished.
"I think we should help him." Harry said as he pulled out his wand. He spoke a few words as he tapped the wand to the crystal, a crack began to form as the braziers lit with a green flame. As the flames grew more intense, they changed to red as the entire crystal cracked in half. The eyes of the man inside began to burn as if on fire, he snapped into movement and began to fly towards the trio. He held out his hand and forced all three into the air as if they were grabbed by the neck. He levitated towards Harry.
His voice was rather soft, though his words were clearly malicious, "Ye're nae McFife! That cannae be! Wha are ye, wha awakened me?"
Harry's chocked words barely were able to leave his throat, "Harry… Potter…"
The man slowly released his magical grip on the trio, "Harry Potter?" he asked, "Whit aboot Angus McFife? Prince o' Dundee?"
This time, Hermione spoke up, " Angus McFife? He was an ancient warrior, right? He aligned himself with the great wizard Ralathor, I believe. There isn't much information on him in any archives at the ministry."
The man let out a chuckle and looked at the three and began to rise, "Sae ye dinnae ken him? Then there's nae McFife in this time? Guid. Let me introduce masel'. Ah am the Dark Lord, Master o' Nightmares, Keeper o' the Celestial Flame o' Abernethy, Wizard King, Chaos Incarnate, Zargothrax is ma name."
A look of horror spread across Hermione's face, a look of realization.
"Nae McFife means nane who opposes me! Mere wizards like yersel' will tremble afore me, the greatest sorcerer tae ever live. Ah'll conquer and destroy aw, bring the warld tae chaos. Even if the Kingdom o' Fife is nae mair, Ah'll vanquish the legacy o' his cursed kingdom!" Zargothrax boomed, the evil of his words seeping into the minds of the trio. The portal closed showing only rock behind the opening. The ground lurched beneath the room as it began to rise. Zargothrax began laughing.
The fortress pierced the ground of Crail and out of the opening, the sky began to darken as a storm formed. Fireballs and lightning began raining from the sky, Explosions and thunder sounded down along with the screaming of the people of Crail.
Zargothrax waved his hand towards the trio lifting them back into the air. "Noo, away wi' ye three mere mortals. Ye freed me, so Ah won't kill ye immediately, but yer lives were forfeit the moment ye crossed ma path." Zargothrax said as he pushed his hand away towards the opening sending the trio hurtling out of the opening. They dound themselves high above the ground, falling from the highest tower of a newly erected black castle. The trio all focused hard.
"Arresto Momentum" each shouted as they pointed their wands at each other. Ones they came to a complete stop midair, they had a chance to look around. The town of Crail lay in ruins, corpses strewn about the streets, as well as large waves of what looked to be unicorns skewering people in the streets. Flames covered Crail as in the next few moments while the Trio were stunned, all the screams and cries of pain stopped, the only sound left being that of the cackling of the fires and the laughter of Zargothrax. The trio disapperated back to the entrance hall of the Ministry of Magic.