Harry Potter and the Fury of the Elements
Chapter 1: Another Prophecy?
They met in the chamber, hooded and cloaked, four of the most powerful mages in the world. One inspecting them could have seen not even their eyes, shrouded underneath their hoods. The air around them seemed to shimmer, and become wavy due to the raw magic coursing through their veins.
They met in the Chamber of Life, so named due to the magnificent garden that ran through it. Masses of plants grew, some towering over ten feet tall. A crystal-clear river circled around, fed by a mighty waterfall. A multitude of small animals run underfoot, and flights of hawks circled overhead. From several braziers placed around the room, strange incense was burnt, and vine creepers covered walls and pillars.
However, the beauty around them was lost on the four figures, brows furrowed in concentration, strange chanting appearing from their lips.
"The Dark Lord's armies are gathering," one of the mages said, lightning crackling from his fingertips. "Our spies have found that he is recruiting more Death Eaters, and many Dark creatures are rushing to join his service."
"Any guess as the size of his forces?" This question came from the second mage, bulky and massively built, two horns protruding from his head.
"I'd say about five hundred Death Eaters. Dark creatures, well, there are too many to count, with more on the way."
The third mage pursed her lips. Pointed ears emerged from the darkness of her hood, and she spoke with a soft, musical voice. "It's even worse then we could have imagined. And the Ministry of Magic isn't helping at all."
"Really?" The sarcasm in the voice of the fourth mage was apparent, stroking his right hand, which was twisted and mutated into a large tree- root.
The third mage rolled her eyes. "Yes, Avarat. Fudge, in his incompetence, is constantly stalling the progress of his government in fighting Voldemort. The British people need to be prepared, but with Fudge's new security laws, and his lust for power, not much is being done."
Avarat laughed, a deep, growling sound. "Yes, I know, Evelas."
The second mage growled. "Magnus, if Voldemort were to launch a major attack against our territory, would your Shadow Hunters be able to defeat him?"
Magnus shook his head. "Bloodstone, my old friend, I am not sure. Perhaps if we launched a direct assault against him, we might-"
"-be utterly destroyed! Do not fool yourselves, any direct attack against the Dark Lord would be useless!" The sound of walking feet echoed within the Chamber, as a fifth figure entered.
The four mages turned around to see the newcomer. Like the others, he was hooded and cloaked, but his distinguishing feature was his eyes. They shone a vibrant yellow, like a cat, glowing eerily, two pools of light in a sea of darkness.
"Why say you that, Seros of the Spirit Walkers?" Magnus spat at the approaching figure.
"Be silent, Magnus of the Shadow Hunters! I have much to tell you, and it is of great importance. My fellow Spirit Walkers and I, analysing the streams of Time and Fate, have discovered something. Something that will aid us greatly in the war to come."
Bloodstone rattled his horns. "Well. What is it then!" he snapped in impatience.
"A prophecy. My friends, and fellow Council members, the prophecy states that in the second war against Voldemort, four Champions would arise. These Champions, mere children really, holding incredible power, would be instrumental in the fight against the Dark Lord and his armies. One of the Champions is also destined to fight the Dark Lord in single combat, and, if his skill and courage are enough, destroy him."
"The Daemonslayer is amongst them?"
"Indeed."
The room fell silent. All of the mages gathered there knew of the powers of the Spirit Walkers in predicting future events, so the accuracy of the prophecy was not in doubt. Each was lost in their thoughts for a moment, pondering the impact of it.
It was Magnus who spoke first. "Spirit Walker, such an event would be beyond our greatest hopes. But tell us, who are these Champions?"
Seros bowed his head. "That, my friends, I do not know. But, all of the Champions are children, who attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in England."
"Hogwarts!"
Shock spread throughout the mages. The Daemonslayer, the one who could destroy the Dark Lord, was at Hogwarts! With three similarly powerful mages! Each of the figures thought for a moment. The silence was unbearable, as even the creatures within the Chamber fell quiet.
Bloodstone broke the quiet. "Spirit Walker, has the Council been informed?"
Seros shook his head. "No. I came as soon as it was divined."
"Very well then. We shall inform the Council of this prophecy later, but for now, let us inform Albus Dumbledore, at Hogwarts first. Magnus, select your best Shadow Hunter, and send him to England with the prophecy and our regards. If the survival of our people is to be assured, then we must join forces with the Ministry of Magic!"
Chapter 1: Another Prophecy?
They met in the chamber, hooded and cloaked, four of the most powerful mages in the world. One inspecting them could have seen not even their eyes, shrouded underneath their hoods. The air around them seemed to shimmer, and become wavy due to the raw magic coursing through their veins.
They met in the Chamber of Life, so named due to the magnificent garden that ran through it. Masses of plants grew, some towering over ten feet tall. A crystal-clear river circled around, fed by a mighty waterfall. A multitude of small animals run underfoot, and flights of hawks circled overhead. From several braziers placed around the room, strange incense was burnt, and vine creepers covered walls and pillars.
However, the beauty around them was lost on the four figures, brows furrowed in concentration, strange chanting appearing from their lips.
"The Dark Lord's armies are gathering," one of the mages said, lightning crackling from his fingertips. "Our spies have found that he is recruiting more Death Eaters, and many Dark creatures are rushing to join his service."
"Any guess as the size of his forces?" This question came from the second mage, bulky and massively built, two horns protruding from his head.
"I'd say about five hundred Death Eaters. Dark creatures, well, there are too many to count, with more on the way."
The third mage pursed her lips. Pointed ears emerged from the darkness of her hood, and she spoke with a soft, musical voice. "It's even worse then we could have imagined. And the Ministry of Magic isn't helping at all."
"Really?" The sarcasm in the voice of the fourth mage was apparent, stroking his right hand, which was twisted and mutated into a large tree- root.
The third mage rolled her eyes. "Yes, Avarat. Fudge, in his incompetence, is constantly stalling the progress of his government in fighting Voldemort. The British people need to be prepared, but with Fudge's new security laws, and his lust for power, not much is being done."
Avarat laughed, a deep, growling sound. "Yes, I know, Evelas."
The second mage growled. "Magnus, if Voldemort were to launch a major attack against our territory, would your Shadow Hunters be able to defeat him?"
Magnus shook his head. "Bloodstone, my old friend, I am not sure. Perhaps if we launched a direct assault against him, we might-"
"-be utterly destroyed! Do not fool yourselves, any direct attack against the Dark Lord would be useless!" The sound of walking feet echoed within the Chamber, as a fifth figure entered.
The four mages turned around to see the newcomer. Like the others, he was hooded and cloaked, but his distinguishing feature was his eyes. They shone a vibrant yellow, like a cat, glowing eerily, two pools of light in a sea of darkness.
"Why say you that, Seros of the Spirit Walkers?" Magnus spat at the approaching figure.
"Be silent, Magnus of the Shadow Hunters! I have much to tell you, and it is of great importance. My fellow Spirit Walkers and I, analysing the streams of Time and Fate, have discovered something. Something that will aid us greatly in the war to come."
Bloodstone rattled his horns. "Well. What is it then!" he snapped in impatience.
"A prophecy. My friends, and fellow Council members, the prophecy states that in the second war against Voldemort, four Champions would arise. These Champions, mere children really, holding incredible power, would be instrumental in the fight against the Dark Lord and his armies. One of the Champions is also destined to fight the Dark Lord in single combat, and, if his skill and courage are enough, destroy him."
"The Daemonslayer is amongst them?"
"Indeed."
The room fell silent. All of the mages gathered there knew of the powers of the Spirit Walkers in predicting future events, so the accuracy of the prophecy was not in doubt. Each was lost in their thoughts for a moment, pondering the impact of it.
It was Magnus who spoke first. "Spirit Walker, such an event would be beyond our greatest hopes. But tell us, who are these Champions?"
Seros bowed his head. "That, my friends, I do not know. But, all of the Champions are children, who attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in England."
"Hogwarts!"
Shock spread throughout the mages. The Daemonslayer, the one who could destroy the Dark Lord, was at Hogwarts! With three similarly powerful mages! Each of the figures thought for a moment. The silence was unbearable, as even the creatures within the Chamber fell quiet.
Bloodstone broke the quiet. "Spirit Walker, has the Council been informed?"
Seros shook his head. "No. I came as soon as it was divined."
"Very well then. We shall inform the Council of this prophecy later, but for now, let us inform Albus Dumbledore, at Hogwarts first. Magnus, select your best Shadow Hunter, and send him to England with the prophecy and our regards. If the survival of our people is to be assured, then we must join forces with the Ministry of Magic!"