Harry Potter and the Scabbard of Excalibur [AU]
- Location
- USA
Do we even have an idea of what the hell it means to be chosen? Does being a chosen mean that you have Trismegistus? Neville and Harry both ha Tris and we know are chosen. But potentially four chosen running around with each having Trismegistus? That's a hell of a lot of people with potentially bullshit abilities. Not that I'm not fine with others having Trismegistus.
- Location
- California
Note that the starting build lets you take only the House blessing and nothing else; everything else must be paid for in curses. Even if they did not take the House blessing alone, someone might have, for instance, only taken Child Prodigy and Arrogance, with no Tris.
I have been thinking about Hatching and the Chosen ever since reading about Neville's dream. Note that he has a specific goal to hatch - unite the other heirs. So that got us thinking that the same might be for Harry. That he'd have to grow enough to be capable of deciphering the Wraith's runes.
The other two might have similar roles too in this vein. Harry finds out what the crisis is, Neville gets the whole gang together. The rest help handling it according their unique capabilities.
We might be a bit late though. We could potentially pull off helping Neville and us hatch by convocation.. but the other two are on their own, there simply isn't enough time.
Edit: @Hasturtimesthree
"The curiosity of a Ravenclaw to find the rings and distribute them; the community spirit of a Hufflepuff to help the Chosen work together; the ambition of a Slytherin to reach the same heights as the Ancients, and the bravery of a Gryffindor to challenge them?"
The other two might have similar roles too in this vein. Harry finds out what the crisis is, Neville gets the whole gang together. The rest help handling it according their unique capabilities.
We might be a bit late though. We could potentially pull off helping Neville and us hatch by convocation.. but the other two are on their own, there simply isn't enough time.
Edit: @Hasturtimesthree
"The curiosity of a Ravenclaw to find the rings and distribute them; the community spirit of a Hufflepuff to help the Chosen work together; the ambition of a Slytherin to reach the same heights as the Ancients, and the bravery of a Gryffindor to challenge them?"
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After we get back to Neville we need to have him try one the Slytherin ring on the off chance it will do some thing
and we need to make sure he try's on each ring individually on the off chance that will make a difference
We could just make our best guess about who the heirs are if we have to it's better then trying nothing
Or gather every one who could be a heir and then try different combinations to see if we could get it
We know because of Neville that the heir for each house does not need to be apart of that house
If i had to pick a heir for Gryffindor right hear and now i would pike Draco given how quickly he recovered from the stunner Bella put on him
Maybe Daphne is Slytherins heir and that ritual the death eaters tried to preform required her blood
Maybe Oliver is a heir
We do have to account for the fact that anyone we test to be heirs will probably need to be told what is going on in order to be tested
and we need to make sure he try's on each ring individually on the off chance that will make a difference
We could just make our best guess about who the heirs are if we have to it's better then trying nothing
Or gather every one who could be a heir and then try different combinations to see if we could get it
We know because of Neville that the heir for each house does not need to be apart of that house
If i had to pick a heir for Gryffindor right hear and now i would pike Draco given how quickly he recovered from the stunner Bella put on him
Maybe Daphne is Slytherins heir and that ritual the death eaters tried to preform required her blood
Maybe Oliver is a heir
We do have to account for the fact that anyone we test to be heirs will probably need to be told what is going on in order to be tested
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- Location
- Louisiana
Neville appears to be a mirror to us in a lot of ways. Doesn't make as much sense to have 3 people all mirror our talents. There's something unique about neville, likely related to the original series how both neville and Harry could have become the chosen one. This is unique to the house blessing, something beyond what the other house chosen have access to. Whether that makes him our friend or our enemy, I don't know.
- Location
- California
We could organize a dueling tournament to find the Heir? Unless they deliberately throw the tournament.
- Location
- USA
They might not even join in the first place I suppose.
- Location
- California
Would also help find the Champion thanks to their magic resistance, with the same caveats.
I just realised something.. Hermione kind of fits for the Child Prodigy and Arrogant perk doesn't she? I know, she's muggleborn but that doesn't mean she couldn't have a distant Wizarding line somewhere in her lineage. The criteria for the heirs could be spiritual succession for all we know.
Magic resistance is pretty much the only way to detect the Champion barring them showing off controlling Hogwarts security wards.
@GenericName
Ideas for Neville's unique house blessing..
Hufflepuff + Ravenclaw - tireless research
Hufflepuff + Griffindor - adamant loyalty
Hufflepuff + Slytherin - ceaseless ambition
Magic resistance is pretty much the only way to detect the Champion barring them showing off controlling Hogwarts security wards.
@GenericName
Ideas for Neville's unique house blessing..
Hufflepuff + Ravenclaw - tireless research
Hufflepuff + Griffindor - adamant loyalty
Hufflepuff + Slytherin - ceaseless ambition
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- Location
- California
Hmm... and she was stunned, so if she's any of the Chosen, she's the Heir.
The Champion can also be detected by seeing them handle a sword, but that's a rather rare thing to see (unless we give them the replica sword from the Chamber).
The Champion can also be detected by seeing them handle a sword, but that's a rather rare thing to see (unless we give them the replica sword from the Chamber).
KidFromPallet
Pokemon Fan
- Location
- Pallet Town
You know, I think there's an avenue for finding Hufflepuff's Ring and the other Heirs that we've been overlooking: simply asking for help.
I mean, think about it: Harry's both an Inner Circle member and the Lord of Hufflepuff; we can just tell some upper years in our House "Hey, we need to find this Ring and a couple specific people before convocation or Bad Things happen to Neville and me", and be reasonably assured that they'd both help us and keep things on the down low.
Just a thought, at least.
I mean, think about it: Harry's both an Inner Circle member and the Lord of Hufflepuff; we can just tell some upper years in our House "Hey, we need to find this Ring and a couple specific people before convocation or Bad Things happen to Neville and me", and be reasonably assured that they'd both help us and keep things on the down low.
Just a thought, at least.
- Location
- USA
We haven't made much use of Hufflepuff yet have we? I do support asking for help.
OctarineShrike
Avatar of Mandos
We've been getting Runic study materials from them IIRC. (Edit: And supplies to help us sneak around)
The problem is not that they won't help us but what they will view helping us as
You seam to think they will let 2 eleven year old kids continue to be involved in incredibly important and likely life threating adventures with out doing anything beyond what is requested
They will likely try to make us do what they think is best for us which we may not agree with
They may tell Dumbledore or stop us from investigating things for example to try to keep us safe
You seam to think they will let 2 eleven year old kids continue to be involved in incredibly important and likely life threating adventures with out doing anything beyond what is requested
They will likely try to make us do what they think is best for us which we may not agree with
They may tell Dumbledore or stop us from investigating things for example to try to keep us safe
OctarineShrike
Avatar of Mandos
We have Lord of Hufflepuff. They will be inclined to defer to us.
- Location
- USA
Or how about we leave out the importance of the matter and just ask for help in finding it?
Aermora Bravus
Birdsie
Sharp Talons Cleave The Worthy
- Location
- Poland
Aermora Bravus
After reporting to Neville physically and handing over the modest Ring of Slytherin with its emerald jewels, they checked the biography of Helga Hufflepuff out of the library, in the hopes it may shine a ray of light on the whereabouts of the final ring. After spending the entire weekend trawling through the pages, they hadn't made any progress.
As the next week arrived, April's days started to progressively wane, and reveal the coming and inexorable May. As though summer was peeking at them over the horizon, the weather abruptly became sunny and warm, and then increasingly so; until there wasn't even a frugal touch of cool breeze in the nights.
A great number of younger students suffered and complained, not capable of casting any Charms to cool themselves off, and Harry made a great amount of capital on selling them atmospheric pocketstones, emblazoned with runic arrays that adjusted the temperature around the bearer until it was cool and breathable. After seeing the undeniable, comforting effects of his pocketstones, they became a vaunted commodity in high demand, and Harry artificially jacked up the prices until the rich, pureblooded Slytherins were giving him stacks of galleons per. Being the owner of an official pocketstone soon became a sign of wealth and trendiness.
It also proved to be an idea of great merit for their other endeavors. More people were drawn in to participate in the incessant gambling revolving around their plunkball tournaments, upon being informed by Neville's clever advertising - origami birds flying around and unfolding to present an animated brochure with informative textboxes to groups of suffering students - that such runic pocketstones were among the winnable rewards. When Professor Snape, patrolling the halls, snatched a brochure out of the air, it only informed him to mind his own damn business and treat his students better: a message that, in combination with the prank by the Marauders, made him boil in anger.
As though inspired by his astounding entrepreneurship, the upper-year Gryffindors, Fred and George Weasley, opened a competently-staffed network of lemonade and ice water stands in front of the class entrances, knowing it was inevitable that students would get winded after long days of running around the castle in their dark robes, and there was sure money in the sector. Their activity prompted Harry's group to redouble their efforts, and soon, other competitors from both Slytherin and Ravenclaw began to hop into the ongoing corporate warfare, in what'd soon be known as the 1992 Hogwarts Heat Business Craze.
It lasted until Headmaster Dumbledore, spontaneously and very unceremoniously, bobbed his wand and adjusted the atmospheric Charms on the castle. The Hogwarts corridors exploded with a skin-cooling breeze that delivered breathable oxygen to every remote corner. And now, the pocketstones and lemonade stands were useless.
Ahead, in the ides of May shone with the menacing promise of their first-year exams, and every day, as Harry looked upon the calendar, he was reminded and shocked by how much closer the exams seemed to be with every morning. It prompted him to refocus his attention, away from adventuring and playing around with his hobbies, and back to serious practice and study of the coursework. Harry's impromptu rivalry with Hermione started to grow more heated, as the girl promptly began to mysteriously overtake him in the subjects of Charms and Potions, despite his most assiduous efforts to maintain level with her.
"Alright." Harry nodded agreeably, sitting cross-legged upon the bed, opposite Neville. "Go on."
"Mimble Wimble," Neville incanted.
'There is no way that's a real spell,' Harry wanted to say with some laughter, but what came out was a mildly surprised, "Phufh ish, fuh weh... hugh?" As though glued, his tongue was sticking to the roof of his mouth.
"Finite."
"Blegh," Harry reacted, swallowing the saliva that had pooled up. "That was unpleasant."
"Okay, try it on me, now," Neville said.
"Mimble Wimble." He repeated the motions Neville had taught him. Neville simply nodded in response, not speaking. "Finite."
Neville coughed. "Alright, that's good."
"Are you... completely sure this will be on the Charms exam?" Harry asked, feeling somewhat doubtful. "We've never learned this, and I'd heard that Flitwick usually asks the First Years to move a pineapple or another fruit in some manner. The method is usually irrelevant, so long as it moves."
"I saw Hermione practicing this spell with a kind of gleeful look in her eyes," Neville said with a clueless shrug and blank, narrow-lipped expression. "Maybe it won't be on the exam, but no matter what, practicing this won't be a waste of time - anything she's insistently studying is worth insistently studying."
"If you think so."
And so they kept practicing the Tongue-Tying Curse in bouts of free time, with unusual zeal and fervor.
A number of changes occurred at the same time. Their Potions class became more animated, as Snape's classroom furniture now chided him regularly and brutally for perceived educational mistakes. Any time he unjustly took away points from a student, complained about a student's performance, or even rose his voice in someone's general direction, a nearby pot, book, table, chair, or curtain would abruptly pipe up and call him a blithering idiot or dunce, complete with a faithful mimicry of his own, drawling yet aggressive voice, and then inform him to improve his teaching skills.
Although he frequently removed the offending piece of furniture in response or even blasted them apart with a spell, they nonetheless graded him at the end of every class on his performance; allegedly, there were measurable effects, as students began to soon report that Snape's grade as an educator rose from a pathetic D to a narrow P - still a failing grade, but one inching closer and closer towards his passing. Although the hope was faint and weak, there were some who believed that maybe, soon enough, Snape would actually become a person of fair and upright demeanor. Soon, these dreams were forgotten and discarded.
After a week, the students came into class, surprised and disappointed to find that Snape had replaced the furniture and, upon return from the swamp of pure evil he slept in to restock upon his vileness, was twice as horrible as before; no longer constrained, and not even slightly apologetic. Among the ones to suffer the most from his renewed, caustic invectives were the Gryffindors, whom apparently Snape blamed for the events of the last week. In a machinegun fashion, he removed points from every Gryffindor he could find and justify in even the remotest fashion; for even the smallest of mistakes and deeds, including ridiculous causes such as 'breathing too loudly.'
Harry managed to stay rather outside of the splash zone of Snape's fury, surprisingly. The alchemical tome he'd found down in the Chamber of Secrets contained a number of useful notes on the general process of brewing potions, and since Snape already rarely endeavored to pay attention to Harry, the boy was free to use them and create even more stunningly impressive brews; ones that even the demanding, strict, and unusually cruel Professor Snape was unable to grade as anything but, 'very adequate.'
As the final week of April dawned, Harry decided to take some advantage of the good weather, and go and study outside. Among the evergreens and verdant fields that surrounded the castle, in between the vast mountains of the Scottish landscape, Harry managed to find a calm, secluded location for practice.
He sat upon the ridge beside Hogsmeade on a calm afternoon, observing the expansive, sun-wavered loch beside Hogwarts Castle. Behind it and to the far right was the indistinct, dot-sized blur that was the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch.
"Where might I find the ring, Geist?" Harry asked quietly, thoughtfully, eyebrows furrowed.
Patience.
Harry kept sitting, unimpressed by the response.
It's the virtue of your own House.
"Alongside hard work," Harry said, slightly disappointed. "And yet, neither seems to be working."
He leaned back, then leaned even further, until he was lying flat down on the grass, and staring at the sky. Above him, the noonday sun was a brilliant, golden ring of its own, shining with impossible strength. As though it was the Ring of Hufflepuff, Harry slipped his fingers around it and clutched it, but nothing actually happened. There was no ring.
However, it did prompt him to consider something.
"I am so incredibly stupid," he whispered. "All of the back-breaking, hard work that I do. All of this impossible talent. And wasted, because I'm an idiot."
Harry-
"No. Shut up," Harry said, chuckling, "I'm saying that because I have an idea, and I feel very stupid I haven't thought of it before."
After contacting Neville through the Codex Intervallum, they made an agreement to meet up in an empty classroom on the sixth floor, several minutes after supper. Maybe Neville would get worried since Harry couldn't attend supper for those, related reasons. As such, Harry wasn't surprised that, as soon as Neville arrived, he paused in the doorframe to observe the proceedings in no small amount of shock.
"Oh, hey Neville," Harry greeted casually, his knife moving with trained motions. Sowilo. "Come in."
"Harry?" Neville stepped in, careful not to touch anything.
An entire afternoon was spent slavishly carving away at the floors, walls, and ceiling, but ultimately, Harry managed to complete his task. The classroom's interior was covered in an interconnected array of runes, including Astrological symbols; ones that were usually utilized for horoscopes. There was only a single free, unmarked spot in the middle that was free of any runes, where Harry intended for them to stand as the array worked its magic. It'd be an incredible sight, once actually triggered.
"I came up with an idea to find the last ring," Harry commented.
"What is this, Harry?" Neville asked listlessly. "It appears to be some kind of..."
"A Summoning Charm," answered Harry. He stopped in his carving to point a finger. "After I activate the array, the metaphysical resonance of the rings is going to draw in the final ring. It doesn't matter where the last one is, really. It might be swimming around in the Atlantic, or buried deep underground, or on another planet, but this array has enough power to summon in, and there's enough formulation context to draw in the right one, no matter what."
Neville nodded, then went over to the free spot. As soon as Harry was finished with his work on the fourth quadrant, he was surprised to find Neville giving him a sandwich, wrapped in paper. "Food. Nobody saw you at lunch or dinner, so I figured you'd be starving."
"Thanks." Harry then promptly bit into the sandwich. He continued, mumbling through minced bread and ham, "Anyway, we'll have to work more on this. I've made the skeleton of the array, but it'll need power, and it'll need..."
"A trigger rune," Neville cut in, noticing the missing parts. "And it has to be the right one."
"Exactly."
"I suppose we'll have until finals to work on this," Neville said, sighing wearily.
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A Ring for Bold Gryffindor from wild moor,
A Ring for Sweet Hufflepuff from valley broad,
A Ring for Fair Ravenclaw from glen,
A Ring for Shrewd Slytherin from fen.
In Hogwarts where the Dreaming lies.
One Rune to rule them all, One Rune to find them,
One Rune to bring them all, and in the sunlight bind them,
In Hogwarts where the Dreaming lies.
Although Harry's managed to half-complete the Ring-Summoning Array, there are decisions to be made in its design.
Its Power Source.
[ ] Lands Below - Connect the Array to the enchantments of Hogwarts Castle. As soon as the Array is activated, the castle may experience various forms of acute magical failure - the Marble Staircase might have its stairs abruptly stop levitating, and the Great Hall might experience the same for its candles and ceiling.
It'll be noticed across the castle, and therefore, this power source is the most unsubtle, but also the least costly for you personally.
[ ] Great Sacrifice - The Array may be powered through the energy of life - a number of blood sacrifices, from both you and Neville, or various assorted animals, ought to suffice. However, it's almost certain that someone might notice your wounds, or that you look pale, if you aren't careful in hiding the effects of regular blood sacrifices. It's also probable your performance might drop as a result of not having a lot of blood.
[ ] Stars Above - If you wish, you may attempt to tether the Array to the stars themselves. However, the results of tethering such a wild source of magic to a runic array are unpredictable at best...
Its Activation Rune.
[ ] Rune of Dusk - A rune that represents the ending of days. The Array will activate upon the sunset of a chosen day. However, the room this Array is cast in will permanently become darker, as light itself will find it more difficult to thrive within - a permanent mark upon the world.
[ ] Rune of Worlds - A rune that represents the world itself. Made available by your wand. The Array will activate upon your command, but you must be personally present and have your wand on you. However, there may be other, unpredictable consequences to this choice...
After reporting to Neville physically and handing over the modest Ring of Slytherin with its emerald jewels, they checked the biography of Helga Hufflepuff out of the library, in the hopes it may shine a ray of light on the whereabouts of the final ring. After spending the entire weekend trawling through the pages, they hadn't made any progress.
As the next week arrived, April's days started to progressively wane, and reveal the coming and inexorable May. As though summer was peeking at them over the horizon, the weather abruptly became sunny and warm, and then increasingly so; until there wasn't even a frugal touch of cool breeze in the nights.
A great number of younger students suffered and complained, not capable of casting any Charms to cool themselves off, and Harry made a great amount of capital on selling them atmospheric pocketstones, emblazoned with runic arrays that adjusted the temperature around the bearer until it was cool and breathable. After seeing the undeniable, comforting effects of his pocketstones, they became a vaunted commodity in high demand, and Harry artificially jacked up the prices until the rich, pureblooded Slytherins were giving him stacks of galleons per. Being the owner of an official pocketstone soon became a sign of wealth and trendiness.
It also proved to be an idea of great merit for their other endeavors. More people were drawn in to participate in the incessant gambling revolving around their plunkball tournaments, upon being informed by Neville's clever advertising - origami birds flying around and unfolding to present an animated brochure with informative textboxes to groups of suffering students - that such runic pocketstones were among the winnable rewards. When Professor Snape, patrolling the halls, snatched a brochure out of the air, it only informed him to mind his own damn business and treat his students better: a message that, in combination with the prank by the Marauders, made him boil in anger.
As though inspired by his astounding entrepreneurship, the upper-year Gryffindors, Fred and George Weasley, opened a competently-staffed network of lemonade and ice water stands in front of the class entrances, knowing it was inevitable that students would get winded after long days of running around the castle in their dark robes, and there was sure money in the sector. Their activity prompted Harry's group to redouble their efforts, and soon, other competitors from both Slytherin and Ravenclaw began to hop into the ongoing corporate warfare, in what'd soon be known as the 1992 Hogwarts Heat Business Craze.
It lasted until Headmaster Dumbledore, spontaneously and very unceremoniously, bobbed his wand and adjusted the atmospheric Charms on the castle. The Hogwarts corridors exploded with a skin-cooling breeze that delivered breathable oxygen to every remote corner. And now, the pocketstones and lemonade stands were useless.
Ahead, in the ides of May shone with the menacing promise of their first-year exams, and every day, as Harry looked upon the calendar, he was reminded and shocked by how much closer the exams seemed to be with every morning. It prompted him to refocus his attention, away from adventuring and playing around with his hobbies, and back to serious practice and study of the coursework. Harry's impromptu rivalry with Hermione started to grow more heated, as the girl promptly began to mysteriously overtake him in the subjects of Charms and Potions, despite his most assiduous efforts to maintain level with her.
"Alright." Harry nodded agreeably, sitting cross-legged upon the bed, opposite Neville. "Go on."
"Mimble Wimble," Neville incanted.
'There is no way that's a real spell,' Harry wanted to say with some laughter, but what came out was a mildly surprised, "Phufh ish, fuh weh... hugh?" As though glued, his tongue was sticking to the roof of his mouth.
"Finite."
"Blegh," Harry reacted, swallowing the saliva that had pooled up. "That was unpleasant."
"Okay, try it on me, now," Neville said.
"Mimble Wimble." He repeated the motions Neville had taught him. Neville simply nodded in response, not speaking. "Finite."
Neville coughed. "Alright, that's good."
"Are you... completely sure this will be on the Charms exam?" Harry asked, feeling somewhat doubtful. "We've never learned this, and I'd heard that Flitwick usually asks the First Years to move a pineapple or another fruit in some manner. The method is usually irrelevant, so long as it moves."
"I saw Hermione practicing this spell with a kind of gleeful look in her eyes," Neville said with a clueless shrug and blank, narrow-lipped expression. "Maybe it won't be on the exam, but no matter what, practicing this won't be a waste of time - anything she's insistently studying is worth insistently studying."
"If you think so."
And so they kept practicing the Tongue-Tying Curse in bouts of free time, with unusual zeal and fervor.
A number of changes occurred at the same time. Their Potions class became more animated, as Snape's classroom furniture now chided him regularly and brutally for perceived educational mistakes. Any time he unjustly took away points from a student, complained about a student's performance, or even rose his voice in someone's general direction, a nearby pot, book, table, chair, or curtain would abruptly pipe up and call him a blithering idiot or dunce, complete with a faithful mimicry of his own, drawling yet aggressive voice, and then inform him to improve his teaching skills.
Although he frequently removed the offending piece of furniture in response or even blasted them apart with a spell, they nonetheless graded him at the end of every class on his performance; allegedly, there were measurable effects, as students began to soon report that Snape's grade as an educator rose from a pathetic D to a narrow P - still a failing grade, but one inching closer and closer towards his passing. Although the hope was faint and weak, there were some who believed that maybe, soon enough, Snape would actually become a person of fair and upright demeanor. Soon, these dreams were forgotten and discarded.
After a week, the students came into class, surprised and disappointed to find that Snape had replaced the furniture and, upon return from the swamp of pure evil he slept in to restock upon his vileness, was twice as horrible as before; no longer constrained, and not even slightly apologetic. Among the ones to suffer the most from his renewed, caustic invectives were the Gryffindors, whom apparently Snape blamed for the events of the last week. In a machinegun fashion, he removed points from every Gryffindor he could find and justify in even the remotest fashion; for even the smallest of mistakes and deeds, including ridiculous causes such as 'breathing too loudly.'
Harry managed to stay rather outside of the splash zone of Snape's fury, surprisingly. The alchemical tome he'd found down in the Chamber of Secrets contained a number of useful notes on the general process of brewing potions, and since Snape already rarely endeavored to pay attention to Harry, the boy was free to use them and create even more stunningly impressive brews; ones that even the demanding, strict, and unusually cruel Professor Snape was unable to grade as anything but, 'very adequate.'
As the final week of April dawned, Harry decided to take some advantage of the good weather, and go and study outside. Among the evergreens and verdant fields that surrounded the castle, in between the vast mountains of the Scottish landscape, Harry managed to find a calm, secluded location for practice.
He sat upon the ridge beside Hogsmeade on a calm afternoon, observing the expansive, sun-wavered loch beside Hogwarts Castle. Behind it and to the far right was the indistinct, dot-sized blur that was the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch.
"Where might I find the ring, Geist?" Harry asked quietly, thoughtfully, eyebrows furrowed.
Patience.
Harry kept sitting, unimpressed by the response.
It's the virtue of your own House.
"Alongside hard work," Harry said, slightly disappointed. "And yet, neither seems to be working."
He leaned back, then leaned even further, until he was lying flat down on the grass, and staring at the sky. Above him, the noonday sun was a brilliant, golden ring of its own, shining with impossible strength. As though it was the Ring of Hufflepuff, Harry slipped his fingers around it and clutched it, but nothing actually happened. There was no ring.
However, it did prompt him to consider something.
"I am so incredibly stupid," he whispered. "All of the back-breaking, hard work that I do. All of this impossible talent. And wasted, because I'm an idiot."
Harry-
"No. Shut up," Harry said, chuckling, "I'm saying that because I have an idea, and I feel very stupid I haven't thought of it before."
After contacting Neville through the Codex Intervallum, they made an agreement to meet up in an empty classroom on the sixth floor, several minutes after supper. Maybe Neville would get worried since Harry couldn't attend supper for those, related reasons. As such, Harry wasn't surprised that, as soon as Neville arrived, he paused in the doorframe to observe the proceedings in no small amount of shock.
"Oh, hey Neville," Harry greeted casually, his knife moving with trained motions. Sowilo. "Come in."
"Harry?" Neville stepped in, careful not to touch anything.
An entire afternoon was spent slavishly carving away at the floors, walls, and ceiling, but ultimately, Harry managed to complete his task. The classroom's interior was covered in an interconnected array of runes, including Astrological symbols; ones that were usually utilized for horoscopes. There was only a single free, unmarked spot in the middle that was free of any runes, where Harry intended for them to stand as the array worked its magic. It'd be an incredible sight, once actually triggered.
"I came up with an idea to find the last ring," Harry commented.
"What is this, Harry?" Neville asked listlessly. "It appears to be some kind of..."
"A Summoning Charm," answered Harry. He stopped in his carving to point a finger. "After I activate the array, the metaphysical resonance of the rings is going to draw in the final ring. It doesn't matter where the last one is, really. It might be swimming around in the Atlantic, or buried deep underground, or on another planet, but this array has enough power to summon in, and there's enough formulation context to draw in the right one, no matter what."
Neville nodded, then went over to the free spot. As soon as Harry was finished with his work on the fourth quadrant, he was surprised to find Neville giving him a sandwich, wrapped in paper. "Food. Nobody saw you at lunch or dinner, so I figured you'd be starving."
"Thanks." Harry then promptly bit into the sandwich. He continued, mumbling through minced bread and ham, "Anyway, we'll have to work more on this. I've made the skeleton of the array, but it'll need power, and it'll need..."
"A trigger rune," Neville cut in, noticing the missing parts. "And it has to be the right one."
"Exactly."
"I suppose we'll have until finals to work on this," Neville said, sighing wearily.
---
A Ring for Bold Gryffindor from wild moor,
A Ring for Sweet Hufflepuff from valley broad,
A Ring for Fair Ravenclaw from glen,
A Ring for Shrewd Slytherin from fen.
In Hogwarts where the Dreaming lies.
One Rune to rule them all, One Rune to find them,
One Rune to bring them all, and in the sunlight bind them,
In Hogwarts where the Dreaming lies.
Although Harry's managed to half-complete the Ring-Summoning Array, there are decisions to be made in its design.
Its Power Source.
[ ] Lands Below - Connect the Array to the enchantments of Hogwarts Castle. As soon as the Array is activated, the castle may experience various forms of acute magical failure - the Marble Staircase might have its stairs abruptly stop levitating, and the Great Hall might experience the same for its candles and ceiling.
It'll be noticed across the castle, and therefore, this power source is the most unsubtle, but also the least costly for you personally.
[ ] Great Sacrifice - The Array may be powered through the energy of life - a number of blood sacrifices, from both you and Neville, or various assorted animals, ought to suffice. However, it's almost certain that someone might notice your wounds, or that you look pale, if you aren't careful in hiding the effects of regular blood sacrifices. It's also probable your performance might drop as a result of not having a lot of blood.
[ ] Stars Above - If you wish, you may attempt to tether the Array to the stars themselves. However, the results of tethering such a wild source of magic to a runic array are unpredictable at best...
Its Activation Rune.
[ ] Rune of Dusk - A rune that represents the ending of days. The Array will activate upon the sunset of a chosen day. However, the room this Array is cast in will permanently become darker, as light itself will find it more difficult to thrive within - a permanent mark upon the world.
[ ] Rune of Worlds - A rune that represents the world itself. Made available by your wand. The Array will activate upon your command, but you must be personally present and have your wand on you. However, there may be other, unpredictable consequences to this choice...
[X] Lands Below
[X] Rune of Dusk
Hogwarts can handle a few hours of being low on magic. Let the so called wizards suffer from power shortages, just as the muggles did in the ages prior.
[X] Rune of Dusk
Hogwarts can handle a few hours of being low on magic. Let the so called wizards suffer from power shortages, just as the muggles did in the ages prior.
Energy
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- Location
- The City
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Stars Above - If you wish, you may attempt to tether the Array to the stars themselves. However, the results of tethering such a wild source of magic to a runic array are unpredictable at best...
[X] Rune of Worlds - A rune that represents the world itself. Made available by your wand. The Array will activate upon your command, but you must be personally present and have your wand on you. However, there may be other, unpredictable consequences to this choice...
I just want to see what happens.
[X] Rune of Worlds - A rune that represents the world itself. Made available by your wand. The Array will activate upon your command, but you must be personally present and have your wand on you. However, there may be other, unpredictable consequences to this choice...
I just want to see what happens.
- Location
- USA
INB4 it awakens an old evil lol.