Befouled

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Schooling?

Sylastor looked at the old man, his bodyguards being present in the same room, as they were in an ancient castle after the man had told him that he was their only hope. There appeared to be a prophecy that was made about him, but that prophecy seemed to be something of a mockery of a real one, like Voren'Thal had made about him once, that he had a great destiny. "So, Harry, it is imperative that you get your schooling here, so you will be able to complete your destiny."

He had gotten used to being called harry, albeit Sylastor still was his true name, the old man not being dissuaded by the idea that he didn't know magic of their world, though he had carefully worded it not to include the fact that he had been to another world and had received magical training. He had managed to pass off his guardians as mere friends, albeit trained in different ways and looking 'muggle', though he still hadn't gotten the meaning of that world. There was a brief moment of reluctance that shone in his eyes, as he contemplated telling about his father Kael'Thas. It would be better to just ignore it and make it into what he wanted to, but if his father decided to pay a visit, it'd be better to just pass him off as either a man interested in him, or just someone who was close to him.

"I guess there's no choice but to accept. I want to learn your so-called magic." The old man nodded and then passed towards the hearth, wherein he threw a green powder, before calling out to that man, Arthur his name was, if he recalled correctly. "Arthur, would you care to show Mister Potter Diagon Alley? He would need to get to his vault and his wand."

"Of course, professor Dumbledore." The affirmative was easily given as well as an explanation that his sons needed their equipment as well. The mention of sons made Sylastor look at the man and wonder how many he had, since he did seem somewhat frail. Ariella sighed softly as she was told to step into the fire, having watched Rabal and Elandrien step through after saying the destination, Sylastor having passed through too. The look on her face was something which she had schooled carefully, one of almost boredom. She looked at the old man and then walked into the fire, reciting the name of the alley carefully. "Diagon Alley." The language wasn't that hard after all, it just had to be a good translation spell to be used and it went smoothly.

She stepped out of the fire, seeing that Rabal and Elandrien had already taken defensive positions outside, the same man that had introduced them to Dumbledore standing with a whole clutch of redheads. The looks on their face were almost a mix of stunned as she knew that she looked pretty, and used it to her advantage at times, but still, she lived only to serve the royal family. "Make place for Lord Sylastor." She muttered towards Rabal and Elandrien and watched as they made place, Sylastor tumbling out of the hearth with a muttered curse on his lips, watching the people in the bar look at him with slightly surprised looks.

Sylastor waited for Zeranna to appear, the man named Arthur briefly giving him a name to every new face of his clutch, making for quite the amusing sight as most of them looked pretty surprised to see him. "Are you really Harry Potter?" the little girl with them asked, Sylastor nodding briefly. "Yes. "

A flurry of movement caught his attention, as wizards and witches got up after hearing his name, his brain already searching for an area offensive spell, watching for them to make the first move. A wizard who reeked of booze told him how glad he was to have met him, Sylastor noting with some disdain that the hand which had touched him had been sticky, before a witch took his attention by hugging him. Out of a corner of his eye, he could see Zeranna about to shoot holy energy at them, the energy already collecting within her hands, invisible to anyone without the magical senses of the Sin'Dorei.

"Come on Harry, we've got to be off to get you a wand." Sylastor briefly snorted in annoyance at the Weasley man and then followed, Zeranna being significantly calmed down as Rabal was telling her that it will not do to kill everyone with divine spells. She followed nonetheless, as they were led to a magical archway, which opened when one of the bricks was pressed. Sylastor was not impressed, having seen greater works of enchantment in Silvermoon, where simply everything was enchanted whether it wanted to or not. A trip to the bank was also uneventful, Zeranna and Ariella sharing a cart with him, even as they both mumbled something about goblins being all the same wherever they went. He didn't have much experience with them, so he didn't comment on it, not really up to going into debate with one. He still was glad he'd gotten out of the maze due to the fact that it was awfully fast, though there seemed to be no difficulty for the goblin in handling the cart.

The way towards the wand shop wasn't even obtruded by anyone, chiefly because Zeranna had got out her staff and was pushing everyone away with it, despite the glares that she received. The Weasleys looked at the big staff, adorned with the sigils of the Holy Light, which had actually been stolen by the Archbishop of the Cathedral of the Holy Light. She watched the people part before the shop and led her prince into it, watching with a small amount of glee as Rabal placed himself in the shop opening and glared at anyone who dared to approach. Getting a magical item was a matter of important business to any blood elf, and so, their ruler should be allowed to have his own pick, the wand not really being essential, but still, it was something that was private, with only the bodyguards able to witness it.

"Ahh, Mister Potter, how nice to finally meet you." Sylastor looked at the man that came from the shadows, briefly being reminded of the Night Elves's Shadowmeld, but then dismissing that idea, as he began to get fitted for his wand, a magical tape running over his arm and measuring it, before he was pressed a wand into his hand. "Wave it around and see what you get."

"Harry, don't wave that around so carelessly, you might incinerate us accidentally." Zeranna muttered, Sylastor giving her a look which was somewhat mocking, the older woman shaking her head at the look. "Hey, if you blow off an asscheek, I'm not healing it."

Sylastor waved the wand, it being plucked from his hands by the shopkeeper moments later and he stared at another wand that had been pressed into his hands, waving it a little, the shopkeeper, a mister Ollivander looking at it, before fetching another wand from one of the drawers, instructing him to put the wand back in the box, which he did reluctantly. Twenty minutes later, the last wand in the shop was pushed into his hands, Sylastor glaring at it as he waved it, a blast of fire emerging from the tip. "Very good, Mister Potter. The wand you're holding right now is a decent one, made from Holly and Phoenix feather, the phoenix which gave a feather to form the core also donating one to another wand of mine, sadly the one who gave you that scar." Sylastor nodded softly as he took the wand in his hands a bit tighter and waved it once, the wand emitting a series of sparks now.

"That'll be 10 galleons, if you'd please pay at the register." Sylastor paid for his wand, looking at the weasley family members, some of which weren't really paying much attention to the going ons, then at his bodyguards, Zeranna absently filing her nails while Ariella was busy with chatting in Thalassian with Elandrien. He wondered how long they would be able to keep up this charade, though if the jig was up, he'd just teleport away, it'd be easy enough to do that and then create a portal back, never to return.

"So, what do you want to do now?" Arthur asked him, and Sylastor shrugged, not really having any idea what they would be able to do save buying some supplies. "We could go and look at brooms dad. I bet Harry'd love to see them." "Ronald.." the older man said, Sylastor's attention peaked by the way which the young boy had spoken about brooms. "It'd be fine, Mister Weasley. I'll go look at these brooms, and see whether they're much different from the ones I know." The older man raised an eyebrow and then gave in. within five minutes they were in front of the broom emporium, Ronald telling all about Quidditch and how it was supposed to be played whilst Sylastor was busy keeping in a yawn. Somehow, it didn't really look like an interesting sport to play, the games they had come up with in Quel'Thalas, like dueling a felguard or playing with mana constructs to enact a war, or even studying magic being a lot more interesting.

It would come as no surprise that the other Sin'Dorei were also pretty bored by all of this, none of them seeing much merit in such a game. One could fly using magic, so why bother? It'd all be a waste of time to make the broom be enchanted and used to fly, so why bother with that. Unless one had a low supply of mana, the trick of levitation was one of the easiest things that a mage could learn, given enough aptitude at the casting.

"Impressive." Was all that he said after the youngest male Weasley had finished his report on Quidditch and why it was awesome. "When I get into a House, I will try to avoid playing, since it seems rather dangerous." Ronald made to protest, but was silenced by his older brother George. "Well, Ickle Ronnikins, he doesn't seem to really like dangling upon a broomstick to fight for Gryffindor's honor…"

"So what if he were to join Slytherin instead, Ickle Ronnikins?" Fred came up to Ron's other side, making Ron look at his brother with a slightly disgusted look. "Harry would never join up with the filthy serpents. It'd be a disgrace to his Gryffindor ancestry." Sylastor's brow quirked, as he pointed his wand at Ron's throat. "Gryffindor ancestry?" he asked, looking Ron deep in the eyes. "Every Potter has been in Gryffindor since its founding." Ron squeaked out, Sylastor moving his wand away from Ron's throat. "Aha. Zeranna, please be a dear and give this young man a display of what you do to pretentious people who think they know all about me…"

One staff to the crotch was all it took for the crowd to clear away, Zeranna looking at the pitiful husk that was Ron Weasley and a cold smile on her face. "Nobody assumes anything about Prince Sylastor. We swore an oath to safeguard him from any danger that he might face, never mind the danger that we will be in. Until Death, we will not allow anyone to defame his stature, for our life will keep his safe." With that, the priestess pointed her staff at Sylastor, who bowed lightly, the other guards bowing slightly before him. It was an unwritten code of conduct that nobody dare presume anything about the royal family, or else be meted out justice. Those who would dare to set them on a path that would err them into the side that they wanted, would be eliminated, however small or big this erring was. Only the royal family should decide what it's members did, and woe to those that dared to cross any member of the family, Sylastor being the last one on Azeroth, therefore the most important one in the eyes of the people of Quel'thalas.

Elandrien looked at the writhing form, wishing he'd be able to summon his imp to barbeque the boy a little. "Well, he looks to be writhing in pain… just like you'll all do when I cast the curse of agony." A vicious smirk passed over his face as he looked at the others, who winced, knowing just how much pain it could inflict upon someone. Curses were somewhat of his specialty, useful in a fight but not really too useful when you had to fight against him one on one. They usually held long incantations, which would be detrimental in a quick battle, but for long prolonged fights, it'd be easier to cast them.

"Well, he looks to be getting better." Sylastor muttered as he watched Rabal pick up Ron and set him at his feet again, a shaky look at Zeranna being directed by the redhead, Zeranna fingering her staff with some modicum of impatience behind the move. "Why did you do that?"

"We're very protective of Harry." Rabal muttered towards the Weasley patriarch, moving his body to shield Sylastor from any retaliation. "Whatever he cares to do, we shall do, as we have pledged our friendship to him in a sacred oath." That statement caused some raised eyebrows, but at a cursory glance at Sylastor, who merely shrugged. "They said that. I don't claim to be on their side, they said they pledged themselves to me, not me."

"Come on Harry, have a bit of fun with us, right? I'm your loving friend, and we're best buddies." Elandrien said as he slapped Sylastor on the shoulder, Sylastor sending a glare which was snapesque at the warlock before sighing. "I'm only keeping you as a friend because you're such a great and wonderful person."

"How old are you? You seem a bit old to be a friend of Harry's, miss" Zeranna looked at Arthur and merely smiled a sweet and innocent smile. "We've met because of circumstance, Mister Weasley. I'm a member of the clergy of my people, and we met by coincidence. Rabal there is one of the more militaristically minded people that are members of my faith, and Elandrien over there is just someone who tags along. I'm 27 by the way." 27 would be the most reasonable of ages to go by, she presumed, just because she had been told that she didn't look all that old for a 400 year old. Then again, she did keep herself in good shape and prayed to the altar of the royal family quite a bit, the old ways of the Light being learned again swiftly after the capture of the Naaru and then molded to better serve the royal family.

"Hey, don't forget about me, you old bag." Ariella said, looking at Zeranna with a derisive look. "Oh hey, Ariella, didn't see you there. " "Didn't see me, my cute lovable ass. You willfully omitted me." "Come on ladies, don't fight in public, I'd love to see you two go at it, but it's kind of too public for a cat-fight." They turned towards Elandrien, who took a step back as they stared at him. "I guess we should contain ourselves a bit." The entirety of the conversation had taken place in Thalassian, so nobody outside of their group could've understood anything of the language, save for the fact that it sounded rather silky and smooth as it rolled off the tongue. There was a moment where Sylastor brushed his hand through his hair, his scar itching a little bit, until he noticed out of the corner of his eye that Rabal was keeping in his laughter. Surprised that the so-called rock without a personality save guarding Sylastor would actually deign to laugh at the actions of Elandrian. "Well, you seem to be thinking it to be funny, Rabal. How about you let the ladies know that they shouldn't mess with people that are younger than them?"

"It would be improper. Now, we must be off, young master." The words hadn't left his mouth and Zeranna and Ariella stiffened, turning towards Sylastor and then giving a small nod of the head, and they turned as one to the Weasley family. "I think we'll best be served to get along with the list, it would be a waste of time f we stayed here any longer." Rabal said out loud, in English, as he tugged Zeranna by the shoulder with him, Sylastor following towards what seemed to be a bookstore, the Weasleys following, Ron at a safe distance, afraid of the big staff.

Zeranna smirked to herself as she saw the boy follow, his entire posture being somewhat cautious, the hurt that she had inflicted being one of the best things of this day. As a body guard to Sylastor, she had to contend with people wanting to eliminate him, and therefore she had hated the way that people assumed things about Sylastor, even though technically he should be called Harry while being in this world. As a Priestess, she would be capable of healing the injuries of her fellow members of the 'bodyguards of fate' or whatever tripe was spewed by her comrades. She knew how to heal broken bones within a zip, a simple heal being enough to accomplish that, but for combat skills, she usually had to rely upon someone else for backup, since if you fought only with a staff, it tends to do not much damage, except break bones and such. In the combat lessons she had watched Rabal give to Sylastor, she had noticed that while Sylastor would never become adept at using a blade, he did know his way around them, his skill more lying in the magical area then the physical. She wondered how long they would be able to keep up the guise that they were simply friends with Sylastor.

Their business was done swiftly, the Sin'Dorei leaving the shop with the books that were required, then apparently going to get some robes for Sylastor, as the man had said. Sylastor on the other hand, didn't really see the need for robes, since he'd have his own Bloodmage robes to wear once he got back to Silvermoon. Of course, he didn't say that, he just went along with the flow and figured that if he got a pair of the robes, they'd leave him alone. There would be of course nobody who dared to object against that, right?

"Now Mister Potter, if you'd turn around so I could take the final measurements…" this was really beginning to irritate him, as he stood upon a small stool, getting measured for his robes, the woman not even listening when he gave her his sizes, his ire being created by the fact that the woman had gushed over him when she had first seen him, claiming to be so happy that Harry Potter was finally back, before most of the customers still in the shop had tried to shake hands with Sylastor, the latter being pissed off by the fame that he apparently enjoyed.

"If you had listened woman, you'd know that he had given you his sizes." Elandrian growled out, looking at the witch with a dark look, his hand twitching to use one of his curses, a particularly gruesome one that'd flay the bones off something if done correctly. "I think it is better to look for it myself then to go by Mister Potter's own words, dear boy." A chuckle from Zeranna and Ariella was enough to make Elandrien look at Sylastor, who was looking at him with a pitying expression. Of course, it would be better if Elandrien hadn't been older then this witch, but alas, nobody really knew his true age, so his vengeance would have to wait a bit.

"Just you wait woman, I'll have you screaming in agony when I get my hands on you." He mumbled, watching the witch go pale in the face. "You'll Crucio me?" "Crucio? Is that one of the spells you use? Well, I was thinking about ripping out your eyeballs and using them in a cake, which I will feed to you, then boil your innards and use them as a rope, but learning that spell would also suffice, if it were to give you an eternity of torment." A dark smirk curled his lips as he looked at the seamstress, who had gone a deathly pale as Sylastor said at a somewhat cheerful voice: "We don't have to leave bodies today, you know. It'll just be a waste of your time to kill someone. After all, you blow up most of your opponents in fair duels, so why bother with this one woman?"

The work was done within a flash, the robes made magically by a shaking woman, who was being glared at by Elandrien, whilst Zeranna slowly came back to herself, hoping that it would be better for her to just keep her mouth shut. She looked at the robes for a moment before tossing them into a bag, the bag being thrown to Rabal, who caught it without a problem. "I guess we better get going. Pay for your purchases Harry and then we'll go see about getting us some ice cream."

"Ice cream?" came Sylastor's question as he paid for his robes, looking at the witch with a dark look. His eyes looked at the change he was given and then put it in one of his pockets, his eyes gliding over the available people and then following the older man, who had gone into an explanation that while the ice-cream must be a bit different then what he ws used to, it still would be nice to taste.

Sylastor, never having had any ice-cream before, just let himself be dragged with the rest of them, keeping in mind that he would be better off if he just set out on his own. As they walked into an ice-cream parlor, the patrons of the parlor being indifferent to the fact that the Weasleys and additions were there. They stood there, Mr Weasley ordering them some flavors to try out, Sylastor paying for his and his guardians without making any other sound as to the whole manner of acting.

As they ate their ice-cream, Sylastor mentally began to calculate how much it would take to make it back to the way that it had been, the manner of addressing him in this world being slightly strange, as well as the fact that he seemed to be needed to attend this so-called school for magical arts, which would normally be unacceptable, since he was required to lead his people to greatness. The requirements for the job were that you were either of noble blood or appointed by the one that held the throne, which technically was his father, though he was acting as the regent of his people. He looked at the happily munching redhead known as Ron and grinned almost sickeningly. He wanted to cause pain beyond pain, to create chaos untold by the ages, just to spice things up a little bit. He had been taught to capitalize upon anything that might give him an edge, and this plain hero worship was getting to the breaking point. He already knew that he was famous, but he wouldn't want to have to do anything with this world….

It had all started as a simple excursion with some side missions, but now it had turned into an obligation, to come to that school and just let himself learn the magic of this world. He looked at Elandrien and then winked, giving him a signal that was known better as the cause chaos bit, the one that he'd been taught to let his guards 'loosen up' a little. There was a moment of silence before Elandrien spread the message, dropping one of his baubles to the ground, where it shattered, summoning his imp, Kraznik. The imp danced on the ground for a few seconds, before hopping onto Elandrien's shoulder, looking at the people present with curious eyes. "Why did you summon me, Master Elandrien?"

"Simple, I just let one of my orbs drop. Perhaps it is time for you to remain within the Nether for some time, you seem to be frightening the poor dears here…" the imp had attracted the attention from most of the people in the parlor, who stared at it for some time, before going back to their ice-cream, apparently seeing it as nothing but a strange new pet.

"What type of pet is that?" One of the weasley twins dared to ask, Elandrien giving them a somewhat curious look, before answering. "An Imp, from the Nether. I subjugated it myself." There was a moment as the imp danced on his left shoulder, before a snap of the fingers banished it back to the Nether, Elandrien looking at the twin who had asked him that question and then grinned, revealing his white teeth along with a somewhat sharkish tinge to the grin. "Want to learn how to summon them?"

"If that's possible…" The twin, Fred, asked, looking at the warlock as he just sat there, looking somewhat amused at him. He wasn't one for simple parlor tricks, but it seemed to be so interesting, just summoning one of the funny animals to do his bidding, that it was hard to resist wanting to learn it. "You'd need to sacrifice a bit of your soul to learn it however…"

"My soul?" came the question, Elandrien looking at Zeranna, seeing that she was looking at the ceiling for a brief instant, before her green eyes focused on him once more. "My dear colleague over there has seen how wasted one becomes when he or she dabbles too deep in dark magics… Zeranna, a detailed report about your activities if you would…"

"He shriveled up and then nearly killed me by draining my essence." Was all that she said on the subject, getting up abruptly and looking at Sylastor. "Harry, I think it would be time for us to leave…" Arthur nodded too. "I think we've all had a pretty nice day so far, so the parting must be swift, lest we be taken away by our grief…" "Dad, stop quoting Henorimus, he was the worst playwright the wizarding world ever knew so…"

"I rather find it fitting. Harry, you got everything, right" Sylastor nodded, his purchases being already completed and put into bags, which were being held by his loyal retainers, Elandrien giving him a thumbs up, as he began to mutter the words to conjure a portal to their world. Zeranna joined him, their energy coalescing within a portal which was suitably big for them all to enter, Sylastor stepping through first and ending up in his rooms in Silvermoon, the entire rooms still being in the same shape he had left them in, the rest of his entourage following moments later.

"So, where do we put the stuff?" was the first thing that was asked, Rabal not even saying anything as he neatly stacked the purchases in a corner of the room, his action being just what Sylastor needed, nodding to the paladin a few seconds later. "Put them in the corner where Rabal is also stacking them. It'd be better to keep them separate from our sources of magic before we know that they can be combined, and I got to check with the rest of the magi to see whether my status has been updated to Blood Mage already…" with that, he seated himself and began to rite a small message to the council of blood mages to ask about his status, the time he got done being in 20 minutes, looking the letter over a few times before nodding and calling one of his guards to his side. "Would you take this to the blood mages? It's somewhat urgent." Zeranna nodded, briskly saluting Sylastor before leaving the room, leaving him to his thoughts.

Perhaps it would be time for him to just go to that school, maybe absorb some more mana from a mana crystal every once in a while, when the craving got too bad…

I hope you liked this new chapter, sorry that it's kind of short, but I have really tried to work lately, but it's somewhat impossible with a lethargy that makes me feel unable to work…

Maybe I work too much…