Dis Lexics Vault of Secrets
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And we're back with an entry to the Vault. Its not an answer to a challenge this time, but it is a crossover with World Break: Aria of Curse for a Holy Swordsman, an Anime which is frickin awesome! Enjoy!
Return of the Founders
Harry sat in the Champions Tent, waiting for his turn to face the Dragon. The other three Champions had already gone and now he was waiting for Krum to claim his Egg so he could go. He felt much more aware of his body than usual; very aware of the way his heart was pumping fast, and his fingers tingling with fear… yet at the same time, he seemed to be outside himself, seeing the walls of the tent, and hearing the crowd, as though from far away. It really didn't help that he was distracted by the dream he had had the night before.
It wasn't like the dreams of Voldemort he occasionally had, filled with terror and pain. Instead it was...warm. He couldn't remember much about it, except for a pair of brown eyes gazing into his, filled with love, the feel of soft lips on his and a soft, warm body pressed against his. It was only by focusing on those sensations that he had been able to get down to the Arena without fainting.
The teen was broken out of his thoughts of the dream by a loud applause from the crowd. He stood up, noticing dimly that his legs seemed to be made of marshmallow. He waited for the whistle to blow, feeling the panic and terror, held back by the warm feeling that still lingered from the dream, bubble to the surface. Then he heard the whistle blow and he walked out through the entrance of the tent, the panic rising into a crescendo inside him
He walked out into the enclosure, a large arena full of rocks and surrounded by stands. A small part of his brain noticed that the stands were made of wood and cloth. He chuckled under his breath, wondering just how stupid the Ministry was to do something like that. A moment later, he shook of his amusement and looked straight forwards at where the massive, black dragon was crouched over her nest, glaring at him, her wings half-furled, her evil, yellow eyes upon him, her spiked tail thrashing leaving yard-long gouge marks in the hard ground. The crowd was making a great deal of noise, but whether friendly or not, Harry didn't know or care. It was time to do what he had to do, to focus his mind, entirely and absolutely, upon the thing that was his only chance. He raised his wand.
"Accio Firebolt!" he shouted, before diving behind some rocks to avoid a blast of fire that would have incinerated him.
He poked his head out from behind the rocks, only to pull it back a second later to avoid another blast of fire. He looked in the direction of the castle, looking desperately for his approaching Broom. He let out a sigh of relief as he saw the enchanted cleaning implement flying towards him and stood, preparing to hop onto it as it approached. Before he could though, the Dragons tail appeared out of nowhere and slammed into the broom as it approached, shattering it into splinters. Harry froze in shock as he was showered by fragments of his one and only chance. He stared at the remains of his prize broom, not noticing the cracking sounds of Dragon claws on stone or the roars and screams of the crowd. He slowly turned his head to see the Dragon looming over him, regarding him through her bright yellow eyes. He watched as the Horntail opened her mouth, her throat glowing yellow as fire built, everything else vanishing from his senses.
Then, a single voice cut through the air, a voice he knew so well.
"HARRY!"
That voice seemed to trigger something in Harry and his eyes widened as memory's not his own suddenly slammed into his head.
Harry Potters eyes gleamed as his pupil stretched out and an emerald aura surrounded him. The Dragon unleashed its firebreath, seemingly consuming the boy, drawing screams from the crowd. A second later, the fire cleared, revealing a scorched stretch of ground, but no Harry.
"There exists purgatory in the netherworld and fields of fire in the corporeal world.
Fire discriminates not against good nor evil as it burns and purifies with ferocious mercy.
All things must return to skull and bones.
Let the cremation begin.
Incinerate!"
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice to see Harry stood on top of one of the spires of rock that littered the floor of the arena, a few lines of glowing text floating in the air in front of him, before it was sucked into a red magic circle and a wave of fire erupted from his had, impacting the dragon with enough force to send it into the side of the arena.
In the VIP box, a young man with blond hair sat forwards with interest clear in his eyes.
"Well now, what do we have here?" he murmured as the Youngest Champion hopped off the spire of rock he was stood on and made his way over to the nest, ignoring the Dragon who had been knocked unconscious by the impact with the wall.
Harry walked over to the nest and picked up the Egg, hoisting it above his head as the crowd, which had fallen silent when he had cast his spell, erupted into cheers. A smile crossed his face, before his vision darkened and he passed out.
He was working in a Blacksmith with his mother and father.
He was trapped under a large chunk of wood as he listened to the sounds of screams and death.
He woke to found himself staring into a pair of beautiful, brown eyes.
He was learning magic alongside his friends.
He was stood before a castle with his friends as they watched the first of their students approach.
He watched as the love of his life walked down the aisle towards him, his best friend at his side.
He saw his son being born and the happiness on his wife's face.
He saw him arguing with his friends over what to do about the encroaching Non-magicals and there Witch Trials.
He saw himself fighting with his best friend.
He saw himself leaving the castle he had called home for so long, leaving a weeping wife and son behind.
He saw himself traveling the world, learning from the best.
He saw himself returning home to a happy greeting.
He saw the horror wrought by his son after he had fallen under the sway of a Dark Mage.
He saw a horrific battle, during which he was forced to kill his son.
He saw his wife in morning and trying desperately to comfort her.
He saw his son return, having fractured his Soul and created a Phylactery, and lay siege to the Castle with an army of Dark Creatures, most noticeable of which was a huge dragon, twisted with Dark magic.
He saw himself standing with his friends and wife as they battled his son with everything they had.
He saw his wife be struck down by his son when she found herself unable to harm her child, despite the monster he had become.
He saw himself loose himself to grief and cast a Forbidden Spell, completely obliterating his son, his army, the twisted Dragon and creating a huge crater.
He saw himself stagger over to his wife's body and fall beside it, his life force fading as he gazed on her beautiful face, one last time.
Harry slowly came back to the waking world to find himself staring up at a white ceiling that he knew so well.
"Oh good, you're finally awake," said an unfamiliar voice.
Harry shot upright in bed, his hand pawing for his wand and glasses, before someone handed him the second item he was searching for. The teen shoved his glasses onto his face and finally got a look at the person sat next to his bed.
It was a teenager, a couple of years older than Harry, with short, blond hair and blue eyes that sparkled with good humor. He was wearing a Hogwarts uniform, but the way he was sitting meant Harry couldn't see the edging or house symbol and a tall, grey pointed hat with a wide brim perched on his head.
"Who are you?" asked Harry.
"Oh, sorry, I should introduce myself," said the teen, grinning at Harry, "My name is Emrys and I'm here on behalf of the British branch of the Saviors and Sir Edward."
"Saviors?" asked Harry, wracking his brain for where he had heard that term before.
"Mhm," said Emrys, "You know, those folks who remember past lives, can use the Ancestral Arts and fight monsters?"
Harry realized he had heard of the Saviors on the TV, usually after they had taken down a Metaphysical and was often treated to rants from his uncle about them.
"But you're a Hogwarts student," pointed out Harry.
"So?" said Emrys, "I didn't awaken to my memories until my Fourth year and it's easier to graduate from Hogwarts than it is to organize a transfer."
"So why are you here?" asked Harry, "Waiting for me to wake up I mean."
"Well, during the First Task, you tapped into the Ancestral Arts," said Emrys, "Sir Edward, one of the higher ups, was watching and requested that I meet you and answer any questions you might have."
The teen smirked.
"I have to say it's an experience for me being the teacher after all you taught me last time through."
"What do you mean?" asked Harry, before he gasped as the teen in front of him was superimposed with a younger boy in dark blue robes with a orange and red Phoenix on his shoulder eagerly taking down notes as Harry spoke to him.
Harry shook his head as the image faded, trying to make some sense about what he had just seen.
"What the hell was that?" he asked.
"Disorienting isn't it?" said Emrys, "Don't worry, that doesn't happen often, just when you meet someone you knew in your past life. And since their are over six billion people on the planet, the chances of that happening are slim to none."
He paused and looked thoughtful.
"Then again, my brother and sister are both people I knew in my last life so maybe its not that uncommon…"
At that moment, the door to the hospital wing burst open, revealing Ron and Hermione, who quickly approached Harrys bed, stopping at the sight of Emrys.
"Who are you?" asked Ron rudely, earning him a slap on the arm from Hermione.
"Names Emrys," said the blond boy, "Emrys Pendragon, at your service."
He tipped his hat to the two Gryffindors, allowing them to see the snake on his robes, at the sight of which Rons face went red and he went for his wand.
"What do you want, Snake?" he snarled.
Emrys raised an eyebrow at the red-heads reaction to his presence.
"My boss asked me to talk with Harry about something," said the blond Slytherin.
"What, so you can get him to let his guard down and kill him?" demanded Ron.
Now Emrys looked confused.
"What?"
"Don't think I don't know your game, Death Eater!" yelled Ron, "You want to curry favor with your master by killing Harry, don't you?!"
Understanding flashed across Emrys face, before the teen snorted and burst out laughing.
"You think I work for that Death fearing Dark wanker?" he asked once he had regained control, "You must be joking! As if I'd ever work for that asshole."
He shook his head.
"Not all Slytherins are Death Eaters you know. Most of us couldn't care less about the war, in fact Death Eaters make up a very small minority in the house. Unfortunately, they are a very loud minority."
"Don't give me that!" shouted Ron.
"ENOUGH!" shouted Harry, rubbing his temples.
"But…"
"I said enough Ron," snapped Harry, glaring at the red-head, "Now tell me what you're doing here."
Ron flinched at the glare and shuffled his feet, looking uncomfortable.
"Harry," he said, very seriously, "whoever put your name in that goblet - I – I reckon they're trying to do you in!"
It was as though the last few weeks had never happened - as though Harry were meeting Ron for the first time, right after he'd been made champion.
"Caught on, have you?" said Harry coldly, "Took you long enough."
Hermione stood nervously between them, looking from one to the other. Ron opened his mouth uncertainly. Harry knew Ron was about to apologize and suddenly he found he didn't need to hear it.
"It's okay," he said, before Ron could get the words out, "Forget it."
"No," said Ron, "I shouldn't've -"
"Forget it, "Harry said.
Ron grinned nervously at him, only for the grin to fade as Harrys glare remained in place.
"You've known me for four years Ronald," said Harry, "In that time I have made it perfectly clear what I think of my fame, so for you to think, even for a second that I entered myself into this tournament for any reason is beyond stupid."
Ron went red and opened his mouth, only for Harry to hold up a hand.
"No, don't say anything," he said, "There's nothing to say. I'm sick of it. Did you think I didn't notice in our second year, the way you looked at me when it came out I could talk to snakes?"
"But…"
"I'm not an idiot Ron," said Harry, cutting him off again, "I'm well aware of the rumors you spread about me this past few weeks, how I'm a cheat, a liar and a Dark Wizard. Well, enough is enough. You can take your apology and shove it up your ass!"
Silence filled the ward at Harrys outburst as Hermione looked at Harry in shock, Emrys looked amused and Ron was gaping at Harry. After a few seconds, Ron whirled around to face Emrys, his face turning red as his wand made another appearance.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HARRY YOU SLIMY SNAKE!" he yelled.
"I did nothing," said Emrys, not looking in the least bit intimidated by Rons actions, "This was all you fool."
"Bullshit, you must have done something to get Harry to think all that!" yelled Ron, the tip of his wand glowing faintly.
Emrys' grin just widened, making Rons fury spike. He raised his wand to curse the older boy. Before he could though their was the sound of running footsteps and a staff slammed into his head, sending the youngest Weasley slamming into the floor.
"Don't pick on my big brother!" yelled the wielder of the staff, a second year girl in Gryffindor robes and a huge blue hat with a black bow and yellow stars and matching cape with pink flowers and a white interior.
She had blue eyes and long blond hair the same shade as Emrys.
Emrys snickered at Rons plight as the girl stepped over the prone boy, making sure to stomp on his head, before skipping over the Harrys bed. Harry eyed the girl, watching as she was momentarily superimposed by an older girl with a killer figure and a sultry smirk. A smack to the back of the head distracted him from the strange vision.
"Stop eyeing my sister perv," said Emrys with a grin, making Harry blush and stutter as the girl reached the bed.
"Good morning Harry," she said, smiling at him, "I do hope your feeling better today."
Harry nodded as he tried to get the image of that vision out of his head.
"Did you need something Le Fey?" asked Emrys.
"A letter came for you," said the girl, handing said letter to the older boy, "Archimedes couldn't find you so he left it with me to deliver."
"Probably from Sir Edward," said Emrys as he took the letter, "I'll read it later."
"I got homework to do, so I'm off," said Le Fey, before waving goodbye to Harry and Hermione and skipping out of the room.
The distraction was enough to let Harry get his head back in gear and as soon as the door shut, he turned to Emrys
"Alright, now thats over, can you tell me what all these strange visions mean?" he asked.
"What visions?" asked Hermione.
"I keep seeing visions over certain people," said Harry, "Like when I look at Emrys I see a younger version of him with a phoenix on his shoulder."
"That would be the memories of your past life coming out," said Emrys, "Like me and my siblings, you have a past life whose memories are now returning to you."
"What do you mean 'past life'?" asked Hermione.
"You know, reincarnation and all that," said Emrys, "The concept of old Souls being reborn into new bodies?"
"But thats just a legend," said Hermione, "Its not really true."
"And we're not sitting in a magic schools infirmary with a boy who just faced down a dragon," said Emrys, "You'd think a girl training to become a witch would be more open minded."
"So who am I?" asked Harry.
"Thats a question you'll need to answer for yourself," said Emrys, "But I will say this. No matter what Dumbledore may think, Parseltongue is not a trait that can be passed from person to person. You have to be born with it. That's something you taught me teach."
Harrys eyes widened as the memory of that very lesson with the teen in front of him entered his mind after he had introduced the young Mage to his familiar. A newly hatched Basilisk.
And I think I'm going to leave it their. I don't really think I need to spell out exactly who Harry is the reincarnation of, do I? Or Emrys and Le Fay for that matter. Please leave me a review!