I OWN NOTHING
spells
Parseltongue
thoughts
"Ow," Harry thought, rolling to his back on the cold flagstone floor.
"Another dungeon, just my luck." He said sarcasticly, waiting until he heard the door to the dungeon slam shut. Then, bringing his bound hands up to his face, he finally got a good look at the rope binding his hands together it was tightly woven together and almost an inch thick. He sighed and reached for his wand to cast the cutting charm to free his hands.
When he did not find his wand in its usual spot, he had a brief moment of panic before he remembered that the Ra'zac had cut it in half while they were capturing him. Sighing, he closed his eyes, silently lamenting the loss of his faithful wand. After a moment, he searched through the memories of the magician and the high priest looking to see if either of them knew of a spell to free his hands.
A few minutes later
He was unable to find a specific spell to free his hands from the ropes binding his wrists. However, he did manage to find some words that should work on the rope. Along with a useful trick that that high priest knew. Standing up, he sent out a light magic pulse looking for any wards that would prevent him from using magic or sounding an alarm. The magic pulse was far too light to register with any wards but was strong enough to let him know where. An improvised echo location for magic as his grandchildren had taken to calling it.
"Interesting there is a ward to detect if magic is used in this room but none of those crystals that will stop me from using spells. Is it arrogance or a trap?" He thought to himself.
"Either way, I'd better not set it off if I can help it. I wouldn't want the king to rush back here on my account." He said out loud. Thinking of the words he needed to use, he double-checked the memories before casting the spell in the ancient language. The ropes untied themselves before falling to the ground. Harry waited for the fatigue to hit like the memories showed, but after a few minutes, he still felt nothing. "I've been waiting a long time to do that." He sighed in relief. Looking at the partiality healed cuts from his time in Dras-Leoa, he cast Waíse heill, the cuts sealed shut without leaving a scar.
He still felt nothing when the spell was finished. "Well, now that's convenient." He thought with a smug smirk. Standing up, he approached the cell door, seeing that it was made out of wood with a little window cover by bars about eye height. Reaching to open it he stopped, feeling magic on the door.
"Hmm," he hummed. Before scanning the magic on the door. "Ah, it was a test, then all of the wards are here." He said. "Still, though, whoever did this is good." He thought. "There are wards to make the door unbreakable, alert wards to say when the door is opened, a ward to drain my magic when I pass through the door and a ward to monitor my health and presence in the cell."
Then he sensed what he was hoping for a gap in the wards between the bars. While grinning, he thought. "If I had my wand, this would have been easy, but how to get past this door without raising the alarm." His eyes landed on a rat scurrying through his cell. "That will work." He thought. Summoning the rat to him, he looked through the bars to see the guards that were supposed to be watching him were too engrossed in their game to care about what he was doing.
Looking at the distance from the cell to the guards table, he looked at the rat.
"Sorry, little guy." He said before banishing the rat onto the table. The rat landed on the table and immediately began to panic, squealing and knocking everything on the table to the floor. The guards jumped up, cursing and knocking the table over, ruining the game they were playing.
"What the hell just happened?" The first guard shouted. The second guard looked at the cell to see Harry smugly waving through the bars.
"It was you!" The second guard shouted furiously. Running to the cell door, fumbling with the keys to get the door open. The first guard ran after him, calling for him to stop.
"Don't you remember our orders? We are not to open this door under any circumstances. Unless ordered to do so by the king or Durza." The first guard scolded.
"Right, you're right." The second guard said, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down.
"It doesn't matter." Harry said, bringing the attention of both guards to him. You're close enough now." He said. The last thing the guards saw was purple eyes staring into theirs.
Using his new knowledge of the mind arts taken from the high priest is was childs play to subdue both guards once they looked into his eyes. He ordered his new temporary slaves to deactivate the wards and open the door.
After both the guards were inside the cell, Harry quickly used the knowledge of the high priest and drained all of the energy from the first guard restoring most of his magical reserves.
Once the guard was completely drained, he fell to the ground and died. Feeling the most energy he had in weeks flow throughout his body, he took a few minutes to enjoy the feeling. Willing his magic to speed up the healing process. Then, looking at the second guard, he said.
"Take off your clothes." The guard unquestioning took off his clothes and put Harrys on Slytha, Harry said, sending the guard to sleep. Looking at the guard, Harry formulated the words he needed while putting the guards' clothes on when he was done he cast an illusion over the sleeping guard. Looking at his double, he nodded. "That will have to do the spells won't last long but then agian they don't have too. I will have to change these clothes though they are too small." He thought.
Turning around, he exited the cell, closing the door on the sleeping guard and the body.
Once he was on the other side looking around, "Now how do I get out of here." He thought Walking to the end of the hallway and opening the door to leave. Then he saw more guards talking to each other. Making sure that he didn't escape. "Well, in for a penny." He thought to himself. As casual as he could he walked up behind the guard closest to him. The guard facing him widened his eyes in shock when he saw that Harry was not one of the guards that were in the hallway, but before he could yell, Harry drained him of all his energy while covering the closer guards mouth.
To prevent him from sounding the alarm. With a quick, forceful twist, Harry broke the guards neck and dropped the body. After the sound of their armor stopped echoing through the corridor. Harry waited for a couple of minutes when no one rushed in he sighed before looking at the guards critically.
"You look closer to my size." He said, looking at the first guard before he started pulling off his borrowed and taking the clothes off the guard.
Once he was finished getting dressed, he again cast the illusion to change his features to look like the guard he borrowed his new clothes from. When he felt the spell finish he started to the exit. Before leaving the dungeon as Harry walked down the corridor he heard two people approaching him. He turned to see a kid with a regular, serious face and fierce dark eyes that were framed by the locks of his long dark brown hair. He was clean-shaven, tanned, and muscular.
The kid was talking to an older man with white hair, a grey beard, and wrinkles lining his face he was wearing a blue robe with a brown over shirt and black under shirt and black pants.
"You are never going to get a better chance than this Murtaugh." The older man said. "Both Galbatorix and Durza are gone. This is the best time for you to make your escape."
"Tonrac, we've been over this. I'm not leaving without you." Murtaugh said. Tonrac sighed, then he stiffened before turning in Harry's direction.
"Who's there?" He called.
Harry had no choice but to emulate the guard he was impersonating. He approached the pair and said.
"Tonrac, what a surprise."
"Clayton!" Tonrac exclaimed in surprise. "I thought you were guarding the prisoner?"
"I was releaved. By the new guy." Harry said.
"I see." Tonrac said.
"What's going on here?" Harry asked curiously.
"Just a training exercise." Tonrac stated dismissively.
"Ohh, what is the exercise?" Harry asked curiously.
"It's a hypothetical on how to escape a hostile environment." Tonrac replied.
"Sounds rivoting, but I've business to attend too." Harry said before walking away.
"Did he seem a little weird?" Murtaugh asked Harry, turned back around, and asked Tonrac,
"Can you cover for me I won some bets, and I hear a woman calling my name." He said with a lecherous grin.
Tonrac sighed before nodding.
"Thanks," Harry said, hurrying away.
"No, that's normal for Clayton." Tonrac said.
"Now back to the plan." He continued. Harry turned the corner and sighed.
"That was close. Thank god these guys knew each other." As he continued down the corridor, he was starting to get worried. The conversation with Tonrac had taken more time than he wanted, and the guards bodies could be found any minute. He looked around the corridor before approaching a random door he tried to open it only to find it locked. He cast a spell unlocking the door and entering a storage room.
He sighed, looking around, finding nothing but an old rucksack and some crates of supplies. Looking at the bag, he grinned.
"Well, I do need some supplies for the trip." He said, picking up the rucksack and looking it over to find that it had a few holes and was starting to fray. He dumped out the contents of the bag and prepared to cast a space expansion charm on the bag only to remember that he did not have access to his native magic without a focus.
"Dammit, and I was looking forward to raiding whatever you had in here." He said, sighing. "Though maybe I can accomplish the samething with the ancient language." He thought to himself, casting a spell to repair the bag. Examining both the priest and magicians' memories, eventually he found what he thought were the right words. Preparing himself mentally, he spoke the words to repair the bag watching as the rips and holes repaired themselves. "That's good to know." He said satisfied. "With the right words, I'm able to copy what I could do with a wand." Taking a few minutes, he double-checked the words he was going to use for to try and copy the space expansion charm. Feeling that he was ready, he cast the spell, his voice slightly echoing in the nearly empty room.After a few minutes, he tried to release the spell. Only to realize that he could not. Feeling as his magic was quickly consumed by the spell, he struggled desperately trying to break the connection before the magical drain killed him. Finally, he managed to break the connection to the spell. Gasping for breath He said."Note to self do not speak in absolutes." Spending a few minutes recovering, he berated himself for making what could be a costly mistake."Once I get away from here, I'm going to go through and memorize those memories." He promised himself. Once he caught his breath, he headed for the door, examining the bag and seeing a flawless bag on the out side. When he looked inside the bag, all he saw was a black hole contained inside the bag. He stopped before closing the door, looking back into the room. He held up the bag. "Sorry Galby, but I've had a hell of a month." Pack, he called to the room, only for nothing to happen."Right dammit not the same spell got to remember that." He said to himself. He then cast the summoning charm contents of the room jumped up and began to swirl around before flying towards him dodging to the side he held the bag open and the contents of the room entered the bag.
Once the room was empty, Harry closed the door and walked to the next door. When he opened the door, he found the room contents disappointing.
"Only a desk and chair," he thought. Trying the desk drawers to find them locked he cast the unlocking charm the drawer unlocked, he opened it to find nothing. It was the same with the other drawers. He slammed the last drawer shut.
"Waste of my time." he thought, looking at the desk and chair. "Or not." Grinning, he cast the summoning charm on the desk and chair into the bag. Only to find that they would not fit in the bag as they were. Shrugging he banished them into the wall breaking them into peices and then summoned the peices to the bag fitting them easily. He figured that he could just repair them when he was ready.
Continuing on the next room he thought of the words needed to alter the summoning charm to keep from killing himself by the time he reached the door he had the words needed. When he opened the door the contents almost had him drooling. It was an armory full of multicolored weapons. He cast the summoning charm again, not bothering to check the weapons.
"The more weapons, the better." He thought. carefully holding the bag to the side to avoid getting stabbe. Closing the door, the next room would have had Daphne snogging the stuffing out of him. It contained piles of gold reaching the ceiling. He gave a slighty morse smile at the memories he had unintentionally brought up. Shaking his head and bracing himself cast the altered summoning charm to avoid the mishap from earlier.
The gold immediately began to enter the bag in a long continuous stream. After a couple of seconds, his magic was getting low, and he realized why no one ever tried to spell gold.
It took a lot of magic just to move it, if his core hadn't doubled when he arrived he would have passed out by now. Eventually the rooms contents were in the bag Harry almost immediately fell on his hands and knees gasping for air.
"That was a close one." He thought. "I almost passed out." Continuing to the next door he found it heavily warded. "It will take too long to find a way around these." He thought. Turning around he was about to continue when he felt a pull to the room. "What is this feeling?" He asked himself. Harry had always trusted his instincts and they had never let him down before. They were telling him now that he had to get into the room. He started scanning the wards on the door. "These are some nasty pieces of magic. Whatevers in here ol Galby doesn't want it taken." He thought "I'm still not used to this style of magic or the way these wards are set up."
He told himself, scanning the bottom of the door. "Pity he didn't ward under the door if only I had a shrinking potion. Hmm, I wonder." He thought as he scanned the hinges. "Just as I thought the only spell on these are to keep them from sqeaking and rusting away." Jierda he cast breaking the unprotected hinges, he lifted the door and turned it to the side. Entering the room inside, he found shelves and shelves of multicolored gems.
Of all sizes, some as big as his chest others smaller than his eye.
"What are you?" He asked the gems, wondering why his instincts had wanted him to enter the room. Approaching one of the midsize ones and softly touched it. The second he did, he felt the blockage finally shift, freeing his core along with a flood of magic. After the rush from feeling his entire core, finally, free passed. He came back to the world to feel that someone was attacking his occlumency sheilds.