The Lord of Stone Tower
Ok new story. I am NOT stopping my other story, but this is another story line that has always nagged at my mind so I am going to try to put it into words. Please review even if you don't insult or compliment me just leave a review so I know people are actually reading this stuff.
The plot of this one moves pretty strangely and quickly compared to my other one, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing this stuff.
Disclaimer; I do not own any Characters or plots that appear in the Harry Potter series, they belong in my view solely to their author, I am only borrowing them for the pleasure of other devoted fan fiction readers.
Oh yeah, before I forget as I really don't get some things on this system, the normal three dots, for a pause is replaced by --- and writing meant to be in italics will be surrounded in / /, this includes personal thoughts and books and letters. Hope that makes it clearer. Please review, it makes me feel special.
Chapter one; The rage of a Saviour.
Harry Potter lay on his bed surrounded in a scene of disgust that would turn any sane person's stomach over and force it to empty itself. The almost sixteen-year-old Wizard was completely immune to the smell and sight after spending the last three weeks in this state without seeing light of any kind unless it was when his Uncle came in. Even then Harry was too busy wishing to be knocked unconscious so that the pain would stop no matter how briefly that was.
Harry had been picked up by a very reluctant Uncle at the station and even after the paranoid auror's threats, Vernon Dursley was still seeking revenge on his depressed nephew.
Recently Vernon's business had gone to corruption and was closed down by several boards and banks for health and safety and debts. He had automatically passed the blame for his downfall on to the 'freak that lived under his roof.'
From the moment that Harry had stepped into the car he knew something was wrong, his owl Hedwig's cage had seemed to melt as she broke out of it and silently passed out of the open window. Harry had been relieved that Vernon hadn't seen her escape but still felt betrayed that she had deserted him. He still hadn't seen a glimpse of her and that wasn't really surprising as bricks blocked up his window and packing around the door stopped all light from entering his room.
/'Or tomb,'/ he had thought to himself as he had arrived at Privet Drive. He looked at the dark room before him when he stepped in and had remembered wondering why his Uncle had followed him up the stairs. Then he felt the pain of something heavy and solid hitting the back of his head and he slumped on to bed struggling to stay awake as he felt his warm blood spread through his wild hair. The object had again connected with his head as Harry heard the deep laugh of his Uncle. He had blacked out.
Back in the present Harry re-lived the past three weeks of pain. He had woken that first morning to find himself sore across his ribs and of course his head. He had felt weak and drained but was surprised that the blows to his head hadn't killed him. Even as he thought it, a conversation with his friend Hermione came to the front of his aching head.
/"When a witch or wizard is in unusual amounts of pain her or his body may take more damage or pain then non-magical people. The extent of this protection is based on the individuals own power levels. In many powerful magic users it is possible for faster regeneration to occur and in theory an extremely powerful magic user could harness the power so that he could never be killed by non-magical means.
No one in history has ever reached this type of immortality but legend states that Lord Merlin, Founder of the Order of Merlin and Governor of Magic, was close in that the only way for him to die by Muggle means was for him to have been unconscious. However as Non-magical technology evolves, reaching this status is becoming more difficult and no one apart from the Founders of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore Headmaster of Hogwarts and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named have been able to replicate such a feat in the last millennia."/
On and on the pain had been dealt out to young Harry Potter and since after the first night he hadn't really healed at all he was becoming weak with blood loss and sever starvation.
/'Where are all my friends? Where is the Order? Where is Sirius!'/
The accusation to his now dead Godfather brought tears to Harry's eyes as he sobbed with renewed grief unable to move anymore, with four numb limbs that he suspected were completely gone for all his life, however long that would be. This was his only outlet.
/'Why haven't they come for me? They are supposed to save me, protect me.'/
He could feel something bubble inside of him, as his anger at his betrayal by the ones that he thought loved him pulled at his dormant magic. He felt more then saw the power around him. He could sense the bricks of his cell bristly with his energy. He tried to control it but couldn't unless he could see what it was doing to his cell.
/'Damn that Uncle, I need to see!'/
His powers reacted to his command, the new bricks in his window were blown out of the side of the house in a tremendous explosion that shook the neighbourhood. Light poured into the room.
Harry's dull screams of pain were carefully stifled as the light burned into his eyes and since Harry could barely move his head he could do nothing but try to clamp his swollen and bloody eyelids together. Thuds echoed up the stairs and threw his room door open.
"You idiot BOY!" The fat man shouted at the boy, "No respect at all and don't even think of escaping, I know exactly how to stop you walking out." Vernon's face was bristling with rage, sweat shone on his forehead from his exertions and the hot summer day. Harry could hear the man cross the debris littered room and heard the clink of metal against a zip of a pocket.
He was confused at the new sound until his eyes were wrenched open and he felt the pierce of a knife into his right eye. His sight was taken from him in a matter of seconds.
What surprised Harry was that an hour later he couldn't really be bothered with escaping. Even with his magic blowing a hole in the wall neither the Ministry nor the Order had made an attempt to come to his aid or punishment.
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Early that evening as the sun set down into the horizon with a red hue and the nightly chill gave Harry the rough time he was awoken from his self- inflicted depression with an explosion and a scream from below him.
He tried in vain to call out as he recognised the Headmasters gentle voice. His mouth was full of dried blood and he was unable to speak with his unused voice. He could hear the angry bellows of his uncle.
"I don't care if you say he is here, he left early in the holidays. Now get your freakish self out of this house."
Harry was overjoyed, he hadn't been abandoned. He felt the anger overtake his joys as he listened to his Uncle that had taken his sight and beaten him almost to death, insult his old mentor who had helped him even if sometimes the choices were mislead. The power overwhelmed him again.
Downstairs the voice of Vernon Dursley died away as he saw that the old man in front of him was looking at the ceiling. The house was shaking and the ceilings were bending down till cracks spread along the ceilings. The house shook stronger.
"Harry!" The headmaster stormed past the man, but was grabbed by the man and swung into the wall next to the door. It only took a few seconds for the Uncle to be stunned and thrown across the room like a rag but those few seconds would mean that the wizened wizard would once again lose his student. An explosion echoed from upstairs.
Albus Dumbledore didn't need the jolt in his head to tell him that his wards had fallen and that the magical explosion wasn't from Harry's Magic. He headed for the splintered stairs, this time from Harry's magic, and at the same time pulled a stone from his jacket. Muttering a spell he summoned his Order to him. But by the time he had reached the top of the stairs he could sense that the boy was no longer in the house.
There was no question about it, Harry had been kidnapped in the confusion of the argument with his Uncle. Even as he saw people 'popping' into being around him, he pushed open the door and fell to his knees at the sight of the room.
One missing wall, from the recent explosion, broken bed and table, shattered bulb hanging from the ceiling, blood on the walls and floor and on the bed. The room of a tortured boy. As he heard the gasps around him he caught sight of a sphere on the floor in front of the door.
Sickly green in colour with a Dark Mark etched onto in. As if it sensed him nearby it changed into a simple picture. Albus' heart was torn apart as he saw the form of a bloody Harry Potter lying on his bed. Two badly torn eyes, mutilated limbs and chest. Hair matted in blood. It was worse then anything he had seen since his encounters with Blood Wolves in the time of Grindlewald.
In blood under the picture were the words;
/"I may wish that I, Lord Voldemort, was the cause of this damaged body, but alas I owe this deed to The Ministry of Magic for Great Britain. Ironic that your trust in them to look out for this boy was his downfall."/
Albus quickly scanned the picture with his wand to check for magic but found none and stuffed it in his pocket. He then turned to see Remus Lupin behind as well as Alastar Moody and the young Tonks. The latter sitting on the hall way floor looking extremely ill.
"Alastar, please go to the Ministry, get an official over he to see this. Then join me and Remus in my office at school." Albus spoke almost silently. "We will start searching for the boy as soon as possible."
"Very well Albus." Moody returned before turning to leave, but stopped short. "How do you know that he is still alive?"
"I just know, it can not be explained here, basically we would not be returning to Hogwarts if he was dead."
All three looked at him strangely but knew better then to try to get anything out of him.
They all left the house using the front door. They of course left Vernon Dursley on the living room floor but resisted the temptation to kill him. They had just reached the road when there was a flash of light and they were thrown across the road and into the opposite house's gardens as a blast of heat hit them.
They slowly rose with a collective groan and turned to look at the house they had just left. The building was in ruins, great black flames roared over the area that was once Privet Drive. Rubble from the house was strewn across the road, nothing larger then a fist. Black flames spread across the road and seemed to almost melt the road's tarmac.
It was only now it seemed that the Ministry was reacting.
"Dumbledore, what do you think you are doing?" The enraged voice of the Minister cut through the cracks of apparition made by twenty or so aurors arriving on the scene. "I want you out of here now, along with the rest of your imbeciles. We have the actions of one Harry Potter to investigate."
"And what actions do you intend to investigate?" was the smooth reply of the Hogwarts headmaster.
"Not that I need to tell you as I am the Minister of Magic," he pulled himself up and threw out his chest like a frog. "Potter is investigated for the murder of Vernon Dursley, destruction of privet property, reckless use of magic in front of muggles, underage wizardry, evading the Ministry, treason---" He got more confident as he went along. Albus had had enough.
"You insolent fool, you have no idea what you are doing!"
Power flowed off of Albus in waves just visible to the Human eye. Albus' companions had never seen him this angry before, but followed his lead none the less in apparating to Hogwarts.
They had barely reached the gates of Hogwarts when their gazes were pulled up toward the sky as a loud crack of thunder echoed from a large deep black cloud above Hogwarts, the lightning from it hit the school wards in a blast of light that threatened to throw them backwards. Albus watched in horror as he felt the deep pain of his school as the very foundations were rocked. Each time the lightning hit the wards it bounced in arcs down, around the dome till it hit the ground causing small craters as they tore up the ground.
The dome that was Hogwarts' wards couldn't stand the sheer power of the blasts and the gold tinged shell slowly dulled as more and more of the lancers of light struck their home. After about five minutes of watching in shock along with the few people in Hogsmead that were brave enough to walk out of their safer houses, they were shocked as Albus fell to his knees. Remus automatically moved to help but was stopped by another louder crack that rumbled the area and shattered the windows throughout Hogsmead. Screams filled the air. The following light blinded them for a second as a blast struck through the wards with a tearing sound and hit the first thing it could find.
The blast hit the top of the north tower with a sound that made all those watching forget their own danger. The tower seemed to hold itself together for a few seconds before the whole of the tower exploded outwards from the battlements to the ground. The rock fell to the grounds hitting the rest of the castle as it went down. A cloud of thick dust flew across the grounds as the tower fell.
Another blast rocked the spectators, this one hit the west corner of the castle closest to them, splitting down the side of the castle. Another and another followed, each time hitting the stone of the castle. It was almost as if the storm was sentient. Endless streams of the obviously magical lightning hit the beloved castle. The rock outer wall closest to them fell in a sickening rumble. Hagrid's hut blew in a shower of flaming wood, the front doors shattered under a close blast to the front steps.
Tonks could hear the quickening breaths of the Headmaster and could hear the words, "Harry, stop---please," muttered under his breath. She gasped as he sagged and fell to the ground face first. She tried to get to him but another crack made her stumble and as she rolled to get back to her feet another crack echoed yet another light flew towards the castle. They all recoiled waiting for the sound of their school falling, but it never came. They all looked in awe at what they saw.
The lightning had frozen in place linking what would have been the front doors. At the end of the light was a pure yellow ball of light. As they all watched it spread up the bolt of lightning until it was going almost faster then they could move their necks. The yellow hit the clouds and the underside of the clouds blinked eerily yellow for a few seconds before the clouds started to dissipate. All others were looking at the clear sky, but Tonks was watching the ball of light as it stood, or floated at the gates. As she watched the ball slid into the floor and she could just make out the shimmer of the grounds and the castle as the yellow light flew over the grounds. Never damaging but yet never touching the rubble.
"What was that Albus?" Lupin was quick to try to sate his curiosity.
"It seems that young Mr. Potter is quite emotional, but let us get the Order together and try to find Harry." He had no sooner finished than they all felt a blast of magic that rippled across them from somewhere to the south. "We need to find Harry before his powers overcome him.
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Hope you like the story, please leave a review. The next chapter will be Harry side of things and an unexpected and odd alliance between enemies, any one guess who between.
Ok new story. I am NOT stopping my other story, but this is another story line that has always nagged at my mind so I am going to try to put it into words. Please review even if you don't insult or compliment me just leave a review so I know people are actually reading this stuff.
The plot of this one moves pretty strangely and quickly compared to my other one, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing this stuff.
Disclaimer; I do not own any Characters or plots that appear in the Harry Potter series, they belong in my view solely to their author, I am only borrowing them for the pleasure of other devoted fan fiction readers.
Oh yeah, before I forget as I really don't get some things on this system, the normal three dots, for a pause is replaced by --- and writing meant to be in italics will be surrounded in / /, this includes personal thoughts and books and letters. Hope that makes it clearer. Please review, it makes me feel special.
Chapter one; The rage of a Saviour.
Harry Potter lay on his bed surrounded in a scene of disgust that would turn any sane person's stomach over and force it to empty itself. The almost sixteen-year-old Wizard was completely immune to the smell and sight after spending the last three weeks in this state without seeing light of any kind unless it was when his Uncle came in. Even then Harry was too busy wishing to be knocked unconscious so that the pain would stop no matter how briefly that was.
Harry had been picked up by a very reluctant Uncle at the station and even after the paranoid auror's threats, Vernon Dursley was still seeking revenge on his depressed nephew.
Recently Vernon's business had gone to corruption and was closed down by several boards and banks for health and safety and debts. He had automatically passed the blame for his downfall on to the 'freak that lived under his roof.'
From the moment that Harry had stepped into the car he knew something was wrong, his owl Hedwig's cage had seemed to melt as she broke out of it and silently passed out of the open window. Harry had been relieved that Vernon hadn't seen her escape but still felt betrayed that she had deserted him. He still hadn't seen a glimpse of her and that wasn't really surprising as bricks blocked up his window and packing around the door stopped all light from entering his room.
/'Or tomb,'/ he had thought to himself as he had arrived at Privet Drive. He looked at the dark room before him when he stepped in and had remembered wondering why his Uncle had followed him up the stairs. Then he felt the pain of something heavy and solid hitting the back of his head and he slumped on to bed struggling to stay awake as he felt his warm blood spread through his wild hair. The object had again connected with his head as Harry heard the deep laugh of his Uncle. He had blacked out.
Back in the present Harry re-lived the past three weeks of pain. He had woken that first morning to find himself sore across his ribs and of course his head. He had felt weak and drained but was surprised that the blows to his head hadn't killed him. Even as he thought it, a conversation with his friend Hermione came to the front of his aching head.
/"When a witch or wizard is in unusual amounts of pain her or his body may take more damage or pain then non-magical people. The extent of this protection is based on the individuals own power levels. In many powerful magic users it is possible for faster regeneration to occur and in theory an extremely powerful magic user could harness the power so that he could never be killed by non-magical means.
No one in history has ever reached this type of immortality but legend states that Lord Merlin, Founder of the Order of Merlin and Governor of Magic, was close in that the only way for him to die by Muggle means was for him to have been unconscious. However as Non-magical technology evolves, reaching this status is becoming more difficult and no one apart from the Founders of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore Headmaster of Hogwarts and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named have been able to replicate such a feat in the last millennia."/
On and on the pain had been dealt out to young Harry Potter and since after the first night he hadn't really healed at all he was becoming weak with blood loss and sever starvation.
/'Where are all my friends? Where is the Order? Where is Sirius!'/
The accusation to his now dead Godfather brought tears to Harry's eyes as he sobbed with renewed grief unable to move anymore, with four numb limbs that he suspected were completely gone for all his life, however long that would be. This was his only outlet.
/'Why haven't they come for me? They are supposed to save me, protect me.'/
He could feel something bubble inside of him, as his anger at his betrayal by the ones that he thought loved him pulled at his dormant magic. He felt more then saw the power around him. He could sense the bricks of his cell bristly with his energy. He tried to control it but couldn't unless he could see what it was doing to his cell.
/'Damn that Uncle, I need to see!'/
His powers reacted to his command, the new bricks in his window were blown out of the side of the house in a tremendous explosion that shook the neighbourhood. Light poured into the room.
Harry's dull screams of pain were carefully stifled as the light burned into his eyes and since Harry could barely move his head he could do nothing but try to clamp his swollen and bloody eyelids together. Thuds echoed up the stairs and threw his room door open.
"You idiot BOY!" The fat man shouted at the boy, "No respect at all and don't even think of escaping, I know exactly how to stop you walking out." Vernon's face was bristling with rage, sweat shone on his forehead from his exertions and the hot summer day. Harry could hear the man cross the debris littered room and heard the clink of metal against a zip of a pocket.
He was confused at the new sound until his eyes were wrenched open and he felt the pierce of a knife into his right eye. His sight was taken from him in a matter of seconds.
What surprised Harry was that an hour later he couldn't really be bothered with escaping. Even with his magic blowing a hole in the wall neither the Ministry nor the Order had made an attempt to come to his aid or punishment.
* * *
Early that evening as the sun set down into the horizon with a red hue and the nightly chill gave Harry the rough time he was awoken from his self- inflicted depression with an explosion and a scream from below him.
He tried in vain to call out as he recognised the Headmasters gentle voice. His mouth was full of dried blood and he was unable to speak with his unused voice. He could hear the angry bellows of his uncle.
"I don't care if you say he is here, he left early in the holidays. Now get your freakish self out of this house."
Harry was overjoyed, he hadn't been abandoned. He felt the anger overtake his joys as he listened to his Uncle that had taken his sight and beaten him almost to death, insult his old mentor who had helped him even if sometimes the choices were mislead. The power overwhelmed him again.
Downstairs the voice of Vernon Dursley died away as he saw that the old man in front of him was looking at the ceiling. The house was shaking and the ceilings were bending down till cracks spread along the ceilings. The house shook stronger.
"Harry!" The headmaster stormed past the man, but was grabbed by the man and swung into the wall next to the door. It only took a few seconds for the Uncle to be stunned and thrown across the room like a rag but those few seconds would mean that the wizened wizard would once again lose his student. An explosion echoed from upstairs.
Albus Dumbledore didn't need the jolt in his head to tell him that his wards had fallen and that the magical explosion wasn't from Harry's Magic. He headed for the splintered stairs, this time from Harry's magic, and at the same time pulled a stone from his jacket. Muttering a spell he summoned his Order to him. But by the time he had reached the top of the stairs he could sense that the boy was no longer in the house.
There was no question about it, Harry had been kidnapped in the confusion of the argument with his Uncle. Even as he saw people 'popping' into being around him, he pushed open the door and fell to his knees at the sight of the room.
One missing wall, from the recent explosion, broken bed and table, shattered bulb hanging from the ceiling, blood on the walls and floor and on the bed. The room of a tortured boy. As he heard the gasps around him he caught sight of a sphere on the floor in front of the door.
Sickly green in colour with a Dark Mark etched onto in. As if it sensed him nearby it changed into a simple picture. Albus' heart was torn apart as he saw the form of a bloody Harry Potter lying on his bed. Two badly torn eyes, mutilated limbs and chest. Hair matted in blood. It was worse then anything he had seen since his encounters with Blood Wolves in the time of Grindlewald.
In blood under the picture were the words;
/"I may wish that I, Lord Voldemort, was the cause of this damaged body, but alas I owe this deed to The Ministry of Magic for Great Britain. Ironic that your trust in them to look out for this boy was his downfall."/
Albus quickly scanned the picture with his wand to check for magic but found none and stuffed it in his pocket. He then turned to see Remus Lupin behind as well as Alastar Moody and the young Tonks. The latter sitting on the hall way floor looking extremely ill.
"Alastar, please go to the Ministry, get an official over he to see this. Then join me and Remus in my office at school." Albus spoke almost silently. "We will start searching for the boy as soon as possible."
"Very well Albus." Moody returned before turning to leave, but stopped short. "How do you know that he is still alive?"
"I just know, it can not be explained here, basically we would not be returning to Hogwarts if he was dead."
All three looked at him strangely but knew better then to try to get anything out of him.
They all left the house using the front door. They of course left Vernon Dursley on the living room floor but resisted the temptation to kill him. They had just reached the road when there was a flash of light and they were thrown across the road and into the opposite house's gardens as a blast of heat hit them.
They slowly rose with a collective groan and turned to look at the house they had just left. The building was in ruins, great black flames roared over the area that was once Privet Drive. Rubble from the house was strewn across the road, nothing larger then a fist. Black flames spread across the road and seemed to almost melt the road's tarmac.
It was only now it seemed that the Ministry was reacting.
"Dumbledore, what do you think you are doing?" The enraged voice of the Minister cut through the cracks of apparition made by twenty or so aurors arriving on the scene. "I want you out of here now, along with the rest of your imbeciles. We have the actions of one Harry Potter to investigate."
"And what actions do you intend to investigate?" was the smooth reply of the Hogwarts headmaster.
"Not that I need to tell you as I am the Minister of Magic," he pulled himself up and threw out his chest like a frog. "Potter is investigated for the murder of Vernon Dursley, destruction of privet property, reckless use of magic in front of muggles, underage wizardry, evading the Ministry, treason---" He got more confident as he went along. Albus had had enough.
"You insolent fool, you have no idea what you are doing!"
Power flowed off of Albus in waves just visible to the Human eye. Albus' companions had never seen him this angry before, but followed his lead none the less in apparating to Hogwarts.
They had barely reached the gates of Hogwarts when their gazes were pulled up toward the sky as a loud crack of thunder echoed from a large deep black cloud above Hogwarts, the lightning from it hit the school wards in a blast of light that threatened to throw them backwards. Albus watched in horror as he felt the deep pain of his school as the very foundations were rocked. Each time the lightning hit the wards it bounced in arcs down, around the dome till it hit the ground causing small craters as they tore up the ground.
The dome that was Hogwarts' wards couldn't stand the sheer power of the blasts and the gold tinged shell slowly dulled as more and more of the lancers of light struck their home. After about five minutes of watching in shock along with the few people in Hogsmead that were brave enough to walk out of their safer houses, they were shocked as Albus fell to his knees. Remus automatically moved to help but was stopped by another louder crack that rumbled the area and shattered the windows throughout Hogsmead. Screams filled the air. The following light blinded them for a second as a blast struck through the wards with a tearing sound and hit the first thing it could find.
The blast hit the top of the north tower with a sound that made all those watching forget their own danger. The tower seemed to hold itself together for a few seconds before the whole of the tower exploded outwards from the battlements to the ground. The rock fell to the grounds hitting the rest of the castle as it went down. A cloud of thick dust flew across the grounds as the tower fell.
Another blast rocked the spectators, this one hit the west corner of the castle closest to them, splitting down the side of the castle. Another and another followed, each time hitting the stone of the castle. It was almost as if the storm was sentient. Endless streams of the obviously magical lightning hit the beloved castle. The rock outer wall closest to them fell in a sickening rumble. Hagrid's hut blew in a shower of flaming wood, the front doors shattered under a close blast to the front steps.
Tonks could hear the quickening breaths of the Headmaster and could hear the words, "Harry, stop---please," muttered under his breath. She gasped as he sagged and fell to the ground face first. She tried to get to him but another crack made her stumble and as she rolled to get back to her feet another crack echoed yet another light flew towards the castle. They all recoiled waiting for the sound of their school falling, but it never came. They all looked in awe at what they saw.
The lightning had frozen in place linking what would have been the front doors. At the end of the light was a pure yellow ball of light. As they all watched it spread up the bolt of lightning until it was going almost faster then they could move their necks. The yellow hit the clouds and the underside of the clouds blinked eerily yellow for a few seconds before the clouds started to dissipate. All others were looking at the clear sky, but Tonks was watching the ball of light as it stood, or floated at the gates. As she watched the ball slid into the floor and she could just make out the shimmer of the grounds and the castle as the yellow light flew over the grounds. Never damaging but yet never touching the rubble.
"What was that Albus?" Lupin was quick to try to sate his curiosity.
"It seems that young Mr. Potter is quite emotional, but let us get the Order together and try to find Harry." He had no sooner finished than they all felt a blast of magic that rippled across them from somewhere to the south. "We need to find Harry before his powers overcome him.
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Hope you like the story, please leave a review. The next chapter will be Harry side of things and an unexpected and odd alliance between enemies, any one guess who between.