Through the parade of fire
Author: tinyscribbles80
Title: Through the parade of fire
Pairing:Draco/Harry
Rating: PG for now
Summary: When the Potters found out that Voldermort was targeting them, they invoked the King of the Elven Gods. Harry was spirited away to another world and he returns thirteen years later only to be embroiled in another war.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K.Rowling and those affiliated to the ‘Harry Potter’ series. The Dark Elves belongs to Games workshop’s Warhammer fantasy fictional universe.
Prologue
Chapter 1: Kaelis Ra
The moon hung high in the inky sky. The streets of #2Karond Kar were almost empty because of #3Mor Raibh. And tonight the #1Maibd roamed the city. He cursed himself as he ducked out of sight from those blood thirsty females, stilling himself completely, willing his thundering heart to slow its beating and quieting down his breathing till his breath clouded the space no more. He waited for those females to pass praying silently to #3Kaela Mensha Khaine that it was not today that he would die.
The priestesses passed in a cloud of perfumes but they could never mask that underlying stench and strangely enough, he was the only one who detected it. He exhaled slowly, fighting down the need to retch and peeked out. The street became empty once more and he slunk silently back towards his quarters. #1Kaelis Ra or not, they would definitely gut him and bathe in his blood for their wretched beauty.
A cuss nearly flew out of his mouth and he barely managed to stay in the shadows. A group of Maibd was right in front blocking the building’s entrance and anxiety crawled underneath his skin when he noticed a High Priestess amongst them.
He watched one of the dwellers being pushed by a Maibd. A wicked blade shone in the moonlight and he could imagine a trickle of black blood snaking down the column of the #1Cold One’s throat. He shrank further back into the shadows lest he was found himself.
“Where is he?” The High Priestess asked. Only silence greeted the question and not long after, he heard a loud ‘thud’ of skin hitting hard scales.
“Who do you mean (1)Ath Ca.” The Cold One grunted and hissed in pain. This time, there was an unmistakable sound of wet flesh being struck deep, no doubt by that blade which had stolen his spry.
“Kaelis Ra! Where is he?” He bit his lips at the mention of his name wondering what he had done in his almost fourteen turn that would garner the High Priestess attention. His heart was beating wildly again deafening his ears and he strained to listen. There were only harsh breaths and he wasn’t sure if it was his or the Cold One. No answer came, and then the stabbings began, the squelching sounds turning his guts. He knew that he shouldn’t stay there any longer but his feet refused to move, just dead lumps rooted to the cobbled street. He wanted to cry. Hot tears were already prickling at the back of his eyes but they didn’t fall just like the buzzing in his head didn’t want to cease before realizing that there was a presence together with him in his mind. The voice of the dying Cold One resounded within him. “Your life is in danger child. Go to #2Naggarond. Seek out #1Malekith the Quan’yan and you will know the truth. You will understand why #2Naggaroth is on a brink of war and you will know why it is you that brought it on.” The buzzing petered out. He faintly heard the Cold One wishing him luck saying a strange name at the end.
He gathered enough courage and stepped out of the alley. The females were gone and he ventured closer to the grisly remains. Part of the Cold One’s body was mangled beyond description and none of the scaly form was free from blood. What remained undefiled was the yellow reptilian eyes staring defiantly back at him.
His tears finally fell, warm torrents down his face mourning for the loss of the Cold One whom he did not even know his name, a perfect stranger who had given up his life in order for him to keep his. He looked around for anyone lurking. The shutters were all closed and the streets emptied again saved for him. He knelt down by the corpse and covered the eyes. He wasn’t going to leave the Cold One here like how they did to some of them. Dipping his fingers into the blacken blood, he sketched out an (2)ot’leram onto the scarred forehead. He scanned the streets once more before closing his eyes and took a deep breath, falling inward into himself and reached out for that light buried in the middle of the cold sludge surrounding it. He felt the warm tendrils and he drew it out. He wanted the Cold One to leave the world in peace and he wanted to give him beauty even if they did not really comprehend the meaning of the word intellectually or visually. May he no longer have to see the bestiality of Naggaroth.
Something fluttered on his hand and he opened his eyes to see a creature with papery thin wings the color as dark as the blood bathing the cobbled floor. His eyes widen. The creature did come from the blood. The Cold One’s body was morphing into hundreds or maybe thousands of the creature and they flitted away up into the night. His lips did something strange then. They curved up slightly at the corners and he did not know what to call it.
⌘ ⌘ ⌘
Naggarond, the place was as cold as its name, capital city of Naggaroth and the home to Malekith the Quan’yan. He looked up to the cerulean skies and wondered how the bright sun couldn’t give them the warmth that it was supposed to do.
He blew on his cold hands and regretted it instantly. It only numbed them further. He sighed and painstakingly trudged through the snow again, wishing for the hundred times that he could use his powers to warm up. Why Malekith forbade him to use them apart from the battlefield was beyond him and the tower was still so far away! It certainly didn’t lessen this dire need to be there for whatever trouble he had gotten himself into.
The word of the Cold One came back to him. What did he meant by that? What sort of danger was he in? He knew that a civil war was brewing between #1Morathi and Malekith. But what had that got to do with him? So many questions and the distance to the place which held the answers seemed to not get any nearer.
Then quite suddenly, he felt a slight tremor after a step. His body shimmered red and his skin quivered with a familiar force. Malekith! He simmered with fury, clenching his teeth hard till his gums hurt. The Quan’yan had gone through a lot of trouble planting a (3)coiasira tehta to stop him from entering the tower before he was summoned.
He found himself at the mercy of a spear. He was back at the gates again, the #1Credeas’Iian pushed the sharp tip deeper and he was sure blood was swelling from the little puncture. “Leave. It looks like you are not welcome here Kaelis Ra.” He glared at the Eldar, his mouth opening to argue but his partner released a Naur Rauko from his palm and the fiery demon whizzed away.
What could he do but comply? He was certain that the demon was sent to deliver a message or maybe a warning about him to Malekith. And he was definitely not going to die before he could know the truth. So he spun around and stomped away, his brains working furiously to find a way in. He eyed the high walls surrounding the city. The stronghold was impenetrable and the magical field on it was even stronger glinting silver in the sunlight. Getting in was impossible even if he were to use his powers now.
Huffing with frustration, he dropped on his heels and tugged his raven dark hair at a loss of what he should do. It was obvious that he couldn’t get in on his own but he couldn’t ask anyone for help either since it’s only been a day after Mor Raibd, there wasn’t a soul to be found wandering about. That would be madness and he grunted with dissent. Bloody conundrum, wasn’t he out here crouching in the cold?
He rubbed his numb fingers and stopped the motions. That papery winged creature had landed on his knuckle. What was it doing here? Was this one lost? He was sure that the Cold One’s soul wouldn’t be able to rest in peace if not every single one of the creatures was together. The curious wings fluttered slightly and he didn’t stop the urge to touch it. His body gave a painful jolt when he gently closed his thumb and forefinger on it. It felt like he was being thrown at high speed, his hair whipping about his face.
The landing jarred him and he careened into something hard. It was the back of a very high chair. Or a throne he thought when he noticed the glass dome of the ceiling above him. He had been hurled into the tower and right into the throne room. The winged creature flitted about his head and landed on his nose making him crossed eyed looking at it. “You could have saved me the journey you know.” He whispered still feeling quite amazed. The wings fluttered once before it shimmered out of existence.
He wanted to whisper a ‘thanks’ but Malekith’s voice suddenly boomed around the chamber followed quickly by a higher pitched voice that he recognized as Morathi’s. They were both shouting at each other that he couldn’t exactly hear what they were saying, their voices echoing around in a cacophony.
“SILENCE!!!” He clapped his ears from the deafening roar. Silence did ensue after that. The only thing he heard was someone pacing back and forth before the stillness was broken again by Malekith in a much calmer voice. “What do you want from him (4)Ishar?”
“You know what I want from him.” Morathi snapped. “I want him dead! That abomination will only bring misfortune to us! Why in the Khaine’s name did you bring him here?”
He blinked. Abomination? Who was Morathi talking about?
“As I recalled, you were ecstatic when you first saw him all bloodied from the crossing between the worlds. You called him beautiful.”
“He is beautiful and would have been perfect for a (5)Seasa Tyalie if he had stayed human despite being a magical one which is already an anomaly in our world! But you’ve turned him into an anathema by giving him your holy blood!” Morathi’s voice was rising again and her breath had become harsher. Malekith did not respond and Morathi resumed speaking, much quieter and dread filled. “Do you not see how powerful the boy has gotten of late?”
“I remembered the #4Battle of Shaanar quite clearly. He was only eleven turn and the destruction he left behind his trail…” Malekith had lapsed into another bout of silence and it gave him time to process what he had heard so far.
Apparently, there was another world apart from theirs. This, he was sure wasn’t common knowledge because he had never heard of it in his entire life. There was also a Halfling among them. A magical human boy taken from the other world with the Quan’yan’s blood running through his veins. He wondered about that. It didn’t sound as though Malekith had mated with a human from that world and what about the boy’s powers? If the boy had been magical as a human and to also have Druchii blood which was in itself very powerful, he couldn’t imagine how strong the boy was. And the Battle of Shaanar - he remembered the horror although he didn’t feel it at that time. He felt mostly detached when he killed. Did they meet in the battlefield then? But wait - that’s not right. He was the only eleven turn at that time -
“No, I am not afraid of him. I welcome his powers Ishar and Kaelis Ra will bring about a new era and I will reign over the two worlds and maybe many more!”
“Do not defile the sacred name of Kaelis Ra! An abomination can never be The Kaelis Ra!”
A/N: The world of Warhammer, Druchii, Dark Eldar/Dark Elves (although not exactly =_=;)
#1 Kaelis Ra - The destroyer of light
Malekith the Quan’yan - Malekith the Witch King
Morathi/Tari’atara - Queen Mother
Cold one - Lizardmen
Maibd - Brides of Khaine/Witch Elves
Credeas’Iian - Guardian of the gates
#2 Naggaroth - Land of chill
Naggarond - The tower of cold and seat of the Witch King
Karond Kar - The tower of despair, largest slaves port of the Dark Elves
#3 Kaela Mensha Khaine - One of the Elven gods
Mor Raibh - Holy Night/Death Night
#4 Battle of Shaanar - Civil war in the kingdom of Ulthuan. They were driven out from their homeland and settled in Naggaroth.
(1) Ath Ca - High One
(2) ot’leram - magical alphabet
(3) coiasira tehta - time sigil
(4) ishar - mother
(5) seasa tyalie - sex toy
Chapter 2: Piercing the worlds
TBC… I hope that whoever read this enjoyed it ^^ Comments would be very much appreciated even if it’s tough love.
Title: Through the parade of fire
Pairing:Draco/Harry
Rating: PG for now
Summary: When the Potters found out that Voldermort was targeting them, they invoked the King of the Elven Gods. Harry was spirited away to another world and he returns thirteen years later only to be embroiled in another war.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K.Rowling and those affiliated to the ‘Harry Potter’ series. The Dark Elves belongs to Games workshop’s Warhammer fantasy fictional universe.
Prologue
Chapter 1: Kaelis Ra
The moon hung high in the inky sky. The streets of #2Karond Kar were almost empty because of #3Mor Raibh. And tonight the #1Maibd roamed the city. He cursed himself as he ducked out of sight from those blood thirsty females, stilling himself completely, willing his thundering heart to slow its beating and quieting down his breathing till his breath clouded the space no more. He waited for those females to pass praying silently to #3Kaela Mensha Khaine that it was not today that he would die.
The priestesses passed in a cloud of perfumes but they could never mask that underlying stench and strangely enough, he was the only one who detected it. He exhaled slowly, fighting down the need to retch and peeked out. The street became empty once more and he slunk silently back towards his quarters. #1Kaelis Ra or not, they would definitely gut him and bathe in his blood for their wretched beauty.
A cuss nearly flew out of his mouth and he barely managed to stay in the shadows. A group of Maibd was right in front blocking the building’s entrance and anxiety crawled underneath his skin when he noticed a High Priestess amongst them.
He watched one of the dwellers being pushed by a Maibd. A wicked blade shone in the moonlight and he could imagine a trickle of black blood snaking down the column of the #1Cold One’s throat. He shrank further back into the shadows lest he was found himself.
“Where is he?” The High Priestess asked. Only silence greeted the question and not long after, he heard a loud ‘thud’ of skin hitting hard scales.
“Who do you mean (1)Ath Ca.” The Cold One grunted and hissed in pain. This time, there was an unmistakable sound of wet flesh being struck deep, no doubt by that blade which had stolen his spry.
“Kaelis Ra! Where is he?” He bit his lips at the mention of his name wondering what he had done in his almost fourteen turn that would garner the High Priestess attention. His heart was beating wildly again deafening his ears and he strained to listen. There were only harsh breaths and he wasn’t sure if it was his or the Cold One. No answer came, and then the stabbings began, the squelching sounds turning his guts. He knew that he shouldn’t stay there any longer but his feet refused to move, just dead lumps rooted to the cobbled street. He wanted to cry. Hot tears were already prickling at the back of his eyes but they didn’t fall just like the buzzing in his head didn’t want to cease before realizing that there was a presence together with him in his mind. The voice of the dying Cold One resounded within him. “Your life is in danger child. Go to #2Naggarond. Seek out #1Malekith the Quan’yan and you will know the truth. You will understand why #2Naggaroth is on a brink of war and you will know why it is you that brought it on.” The buzzing petered out. He faintly heard the Cold One wishing him luck saying a strange name at the end.
He gathered enough courage and stepped out of the alley. The females were gone and he ventured closer to the grisly remains. Part of the Cold One’s body was mangled beyond description and none of the scaly form was free from blood. What remained undefiled was the yellow reptilian eyes staring defiantly back at him.
His tears finally fell, warm torrents down his face mourning for the loss of the Cold One whom he did not even know his name, a perfect stranger who had given up his life in order for him to keep his. He looked around for anyone lurking. The shutters were all closed and the streets emptied again saved for him. He knelt down by the corpse and covered the eyes. He wasn’t going to leave the Cold One here like how they did to some of them. Dipping his fingers into the blacken blood, he sketched out an (2)ot’leram onto the scarred forehead. He scanned the streets once more before closing his eyes and took a deep breath, falling inward into himself and reached out for that light buried in the middle of the cold sludge surrounding it. He felt the warm tendrils and he drew it out. He wanted the Cold One to leave the world in peace and he wanted to give him beauty even if they did not really comprehend the meaning of the word intellectually or visually. May he no longer have to see the bestiality of Naggaroth.
Something fluttered on his hand and he opened his eyes to see a creature with papery thin wings the color as dark as the blood bathing the cobbled floor. His eyes widen. The creature did come from the blood. The Cold One’s body was morphing into hundreds or maybe thousands of the creature and they flitted away up into the night. His lips did something strange then. They curved up slightly at the corners and he did not know what to call it.
⌘ ⌘ ⌘
Naggarond, the place was as cold as its name, capital city of Naggaroth and the home to Malekith the Quan’yan. He looked up to the cerulean skies and wondered how the bright sun couldn’t give them the warmth that it was supposed to do.
He blew on his cold hands and regretted it instantly. It only numbed them further. He sighed and painstakingly trudged through the snow again, wishing for the hundred times that he could use his powers to warm up. Why Malekith forbade him to use them apart from the battlefield was beyond him and the tower was still so far away! It certainly didn’t lessen this dire need to be there for whatever trouble he had gotten himself into.
The word of the Cold One came back to him. What did he meant by that? What sort of danger was he in? He knew that a civil war was brewing between #1Morathi and Malekith. But what had that got to do with him? So many questions and the distance to the place which held the answers seemed to not get any nearer.
Then quite suddenly, he felt a slight tremor after a step. His body shimmered red and his skin quivered with a familiar force. Malekith! He simmered with fury, clenching his teeth hard till his gums hurt. The Quan’yan had gone through a lot of trouble planting a (3)coiasira tehta to stop him from entering the tower before he was summoned.
He found himself at the mercy of a spear. He was back at the gates again, the #1Credeas’Iian pushed the sharp tip deeper and he was sure blood was swelling from the little puncture. “Leave. It looks like you are not welcome here Kaelis Ra.” He glared at the Eldar, his mouth opening to argue but his partner released a Naur Rauko from his palm and the fiery demon whizzed away.
What could he do but comply? He was certain that the demon was sent to deliver a message or maybe a warning about him to Malekith. And he was definitely not going to die before he could know the truth. So he spun around and stomped away, his brains working furiously to find a way in. He eyed the high walls surrounding the city. The stronghold was impenetrable and the magical field on it was even stronger glinting silver in the sunlight. Getting in was impossible even if he were to use his powers now.
Huffing with frustration, he dropped on his heels and tugged his raven dark hair at a loss of what he should do. It was obvious that he couldn’t get in on his own but he couldn’t ask anyone for help either since it’s only been a day after Mor Raibd, there wasn’t a soul to be found wandering about. That would be madness and he grunted with dissent. Bloody conundrum, wasn’t he out here crouching in the cold?
He rubbed his numb fingers and stopped the motions. That papery winged creature had landed on his knuckle. What was it doing here? Was this one lost? He was sure that the Cold One’s soul wouldn’t be able to rest in peace if not every single one of the creatures was together. The curious wings fluttered slightly and he didn’t stop the urge to touch it. His body gave a painful jolt when he gently closed his thumb and forefinger on it. It felt like he was being thrown at high speed, his hair whipping about his face.
The landing jarred him and he careened into something hard. It was the back of a very high chair. Or a throne he thought when he noticed the glass dome of the ceiling above him. He had been hurled into the tower and right into the throne room. The winged creature flitted about his head and landed on his nose making him crossed eyed looking at it. “You could have saved me the journey you know.” He whispered still feeling quite amazed. The wings fluttered once before it shimmered out of existence.
He wanted to whisper a ‘thanks’ but Malekith’s voice suddenly boomed around the chamber followed quickly by a higher pitched voice that he recognized as Morathi’s. They were both shouting at each other that he couldn’t exactly hear what they were saying, their voices echoing around in a cacophony.
“SILENCE!!!” He clapped his ears from the deafening roar. Silence did ensue after that. The only thing he heard was someone pacing back and forth before the stillness was broken again by Malekith in a much calmer voice. “What do you want from him (4)Ishar?”
“You know what I want from him.” Morathi snapped. “I want him dead! That abomination will only bring misfortune to us! Why in the Khaine’s name did you bring him here?”
He blinked. Abomination? Who was Morathi talking about?
“As I recalled, you were ecstatic when you first saw him all bloodied from the crossing between the worlds. You called him beautiful.”
“He is beautiful and would have been perfect for a (5)Seasa Tyalie if he had stayed human despite being a magical one which is already an anomaly in our world! But you’ve turned him into an anathema by giving him your holy blood!” Morathi’s voice was rising again and her breath had become harsher. Malekith did not respond and Morathi resumed speaking, much quieter and dread filled. “Do you not see how powerful the boy has gotten of late?”
“I remembered the #4Battle of Shaanar quite clearly. He was only eleven turn and the destruction he left behind his trail…” Malekith had lapsed into another bout of silence and it gave him time to process what he had heard so far.
Apparently, there was another world apart from theirs. This, he was sure wasn’t common knowledge because he had never heard of it in his entire life. There was also a Halfling among them. A magical human boy taken from the other world with the Quan’yan’s blood running through his veins. He wondered about that. It didn’t sound as though Malekith had mated with a human from that world and what about the boy’s powers? If the boy had been magical as a human and to also have Druchii blood which was in itself very powerful, he couldn’t imagine how strong the boy was. And the Battle of Shaanar - he remembered the horror although he didn’t feel it at that time. He felt mostly detached when he killed. Did they meet in the battlefield then? But wait - that’s not right. He was the only eleven turn at that time -
“No, I am not afraid of him. I welcome his powers Ishar and Kaelis Ra will bring about a new era and I will reign over the two worlds and maybe many more!”
“Do not defile the sacred name of Kaelis Ra! An abomination can never be The Kaelis Ra!”
A/N: The world of Warhammer, Druchii, Dark Eldar/Dark Elves (although not exactly =_=;)
#1 Kaelis Ra - The destroyer of light
Malekith the Quan’yan - Malekith the Witch King
Morathi/Tari’atara - Queen Mother
Cold one - Lizardmen
Maibd - Brides of Khaine/Witch Elves
Credeas’Iian - Guardian of the gates
#2 Naggaroth - Land of chill
Naggarond - The tower of cold and seat of the Witch King
Karond Kar - The tower of despair, largest slaves port of the Dark Elves
#3 Kaela Mensha Khaine - One of the Elven gods
Mor Raibh - Holy Night/Death Night
#4 Battle of Shaanar - Civil war in the kingdom of Ulthuan. They were driven out from their homeland and settled in Naggaroth.
(1) Ath Ca - High One
(2) ot’leram - magical alphabet
(3) coiasira tehta - time sigil
(4) ishar - mother
(5) seasa tyalie - sex toy
Chapter 2: Piercing the worlds
TBC… I hope that whoever read this enjoyed it ^^ Comments would be very much appreciated even if it’s tough love.