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HP - Chapter 399: Lord Death
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“Dialogue”
‘Thoughts’
-Author Notes-
Chapter 399: Lord Death
'Lords'...in certain old circles of the magical world, that title denotes more than nobility.
For magical beings, there are countless ways to extend one’s life, there are soul containers, curses, vampirism, necromancy, blood magic, alchemy...and the list will continue to extend as more discoveries are made.
Those who succeed in extending their lifespan for five centuries are given the title of 'Young Lords'.
Those who can manage to do so for over a thousand years will earn the title of 'Old Lord'.
And finally, those who can survive in this world for over two thousand years, are known as the 'Ancient Lords'.
The last distinction is most often reserved for vampires, as they are among the few creatures capable of such longevity. Wizards and witches rarely pass the one-thousand-year mark, no matter what methods they employ.
But those who can even go past the millennial mark are both feared and revered. An Old Wizard Lord is considered many times more dangerous than even an Ancient Vampire Lord.
The sheer magic and knowledge that a wizard could amass in such a span defies calculation. No one in their right mind would willingly antagonize such a being.
Harry Potter wasn’t even close to being a Young Lord, but the sheer power of his magic often led others to misjudge.
The two Spanish craftsmen had already confused him with a 'Young Lord' during his visit, and Morgana Lefay had done the same. He never tried to correct their mistake, as the real explanation for his bizarre magical signature was going to be much harder to believe.
The vampire standing before him was also one such individual. Gifted with the rare ability of Magesight, she could perceive the intricate flow and potency of magic with extraordinary clarity.
This ability had led her to a terrifying conclusion that Harry was an Old Wizard Lord, one who had hidden away for many centuries...or perhaps, something far worse.
“It can’t be…” The vampire took a cautious step back.
For a being who had existed for several thousands of years, long-forgotten memories now clawed their way to the surface.
A very long time ago, before Hogwarts had even been conceived, the lands Harry now stood on had been home to the only Ancient Wizard Lord in all recorded history. At least as far as she knew.
She was young and naïve then, full of ambition and curiosity. The British Isles were scarcely inhabited by humans at the time, save for scattered barbarian tribes.
Seeking refuge from the crowded Sumerian Empire, she and her vampire kin had crossed great distances to settle here. They hoped for an easier life, far from the watchful eyes of mortal empires.
But another race had already claimed this island as their domain: the Elves.
Not the diminutive creatures humans now called house-elves, but tall, elegant beings of unparalleled beauty and strength, their magic flowing as naturally as the wind or sea. They ruled the British Isles with mastery over the elements and an unyielding pride.
The vampires quickly learned to conceal themselves, utterly terrified of the elves’ overwhelming power. For centuries, they lived in the shadows, contemplating leaving the dangerous land altogether.
But then, one day, the elves vanished without a warning...
Years passed before the vampire pieced together fragments of the truth from human stories in what is now Scotland.
There had been a sorcerer, a solitary man, who lived near a small forest.
The elves, enamored by the land’s beauty and its power hidden underneath, had tried to claim it for themselves.
No one knew exactly what happened next, but when the dust settled, the elves were gone.
At first, they thought the elves had been annihilated entirely. But soon after, strange, diminutive creatures began to appear... beings with pointy ears and a faint resemblance to the proud elves of old.
These small, servile creatures were nothing like their predecessors. Ugly and pitiable, they were doomed to spend eternity in servitude to wizards.
Many believed the elves had incurred the wrath of an immensely powerful Ancient Lord, who not only destroyed their civilization but cursed the survivors, stripping them of their pride and beauty for all eternity.
They were now known only as house elves...the servants of the wizard kind. And only a few still remembered the once-mighty race they had been.
And all because they had dared to challenge him.
However, this event had been a blessing for them. The vampires thrived after the elves’ disappearance, turning the British Isles into a veritable paradise for their kind.
But none dared approach the forest where the elves had ultimately fallen.
Centuries passed. The humans multiplied and spread across the land, despite the occasional hunt from the vampires.
Occasionally, a human with magical ability would appear, but none posed a threat to the vampire clans.
Arrogance grew among the Vampire Lords, and whispers of expanding into the forbidden lands near the forest began to circulate. Some believed the Ancient Wizard Lord must be long dead. Others were confident in their superiority, even if he wasn’t.
Her clan alone abstained from the expedition. Despite the protests of her children and servants, who called her decision cowardly, she held firm in her decision to stay away from there.
And in the end...she was proven to be correct.
When news of the expedition’s fate reached her, she fled the isles with her clan, commandeering human ships to escape.
All she knew was that other than her clan, there were no survivors. She never learned the full details of what happened, but one fact was clear...no vampire clan would ever return to Britain.
Among her kind, the island became known as the Cursed Land.
And the Ancient Wizard Lord who nearly exterminated two entire magical races...he was given a dreadful title.
For the vampire standing before Harry, it was impossible to ignore the parallels. His magic radiated with the intensity of the being who had once cursed an entire race and mixed with his magic was something else...something much darker...Enkara could feel the power of 'The End' emerging out of his body.
“You…” she whispered, trembling. “Could it really be… him?” But her mind had already been made.
The Ancient Wizard Lord that had once filled her with dread...the one her kind had named...Lord Death.
