Disclaimer

I'll let you judge whether I wrote the Harry Potter series or not by the quality of my writing. In the extreme case that you're still not sure, I'll also tell you that I'm male. Take what meaning you desire out of it.

Author's Note

This is just to let the readers know that this is my first chapter. I have a partial plotline fleshed out regarding the Immortals. I still need to account for many small details in the future of the story so this is a partial draft. I will finalize the plotline and revise the chapter and tweak it a bit, but I didn't want to keep you guys waiting, so here is chapter 6. This is my first attempt at dialog with the characters, and I'll try to give them a bit more of personality in the future. Any comments?

Chapter Six
 Journey Begins
Written by Zyloch

Harry stood mesmorized as the Great One absorbed the death orb. For an instance, he believed Milover's attack to have failed, but a second later, all his hopes were dashed as the Great One let out a primal scream of pain and terror. Harry met the eyes of the Great One for a last brief second and understood. As the end of the greatest of all Immortals erupted in a glorious blaze, Harry quickly slipped away into the shadows of the forest.

"Won't you reconsider my offer? You have witnessed my strength and understand that you are no match for me. I can teach you to be as great as I am," Milover drawled, watching his handiwork with unrestrained glee. His smirk disappeared when there was no answer. Furious, Milover dashed forward and almost traversed through the dense smoke before being forced to retreat from the lingering power of the explosion.

When the smoke cleared, Milover stood silent and regarded the empty space where Harry Potter stood just minutes ago. Anger welled up inside him. He wanted, no, needed to punish that insolent child. To kill him. His triumph from his defeat of his brother had blinded him to the actions of the heir.

"Harry, Harry. You are only prolonging the inevitable," he spat. Then, making a conscious effort to control his emotions, added pleasantly, "But I will let you live for now, as I am quite amused."

As if melting into air, Milover disappeared. He needed to prepare a grand welcome for his brother who had traveled so far to visit him in his own realm. "Potter, for your sake, I hope my brother can keep me amused."

A meeting of the Elders was to be held on a hot and humid day a week after the death of their leader to discuss the future of the Immortals. Truthfully, it was supposed to be held much earlier, but Elder Ronan was away, and the meeting could not be held without the presence of all the Elders. The week gave Myron to contemplate the future. The death of his mentor was difficult for him, and the grief had not faded at all. He saw the eventual collapse of the Immortal society. Harry was not mature enough to rule. Harry was not powerful enough to defend the land. Soon enough, the Milover would succeed in his goal of ruling the Immortal realm. On Myron's list of priorities, Harry's safety was the top one. He immersed himself in a memory of Harry as a young lad.
"Myron sir, what's dying?" a six-year-old Harry Potter asked.

"Death? Where did you get that notion, Harry?" Myron wondered halfheartedly.

"I heard the people that come to the palace talking about it. They said someone was 'dying,'" Harry answered.

"Is that so? Well, Harry, you needn't worry about death. Immortals rarely die, and you're well protected by the Great One--"

"And you, sir," Harry dutifully said.

Myron chucked. "Yes, and me, so no harm will come to you."

Harry thought for a moment. "Is death harmful? What is it so I can recognize if someone is dying and help them?" he asked innocently.

Myron considered his answer carefully before speaking. "Well, Harry, when someone is dying, they are preparing to journey to Milover's realm. There they will stay and can be brought back, so death is nothing to worry about at your age. Why don't you go play with Fiora for awhile? She's waiting for you."

Not put off, Harry persisted: "But those people said that Milover's slave was dying before being res-res-resc--"

"--rescued, Harry," Myron corrected gently.

"Yeah, how can she be dying if she is already in Milover's realm?" Harry questioned. "She can't go there if she's there already!"

Myron was amazed at Harry's reasoning at such a young age. "Well, Harry. If you die in Milover's realm, then you disappear."

"Forever?"

"Yes, forever."

Harry frowned. "I don't understand."

"You will when you're older. Now go run along and play with Fiora, unless you have another question?"

Harry shook his head and ran off to play with his playmate.

Myron shook his head, smiling at the memory. Thinking about it now, he was a bit cold with Harry at the end, but Myron was never a good speaker. He realized that he must save Harry somehow. But how? The dark armies were closing in on him from all sides. Harry needed to be hidden! Where? Then, Myron realized. Nodding to himself as he thought, Myron made his way from his chamber.

Harry was lying down on his bed staring at the ceiling of his gigantic room when Myron appeared in the doorway. Without shifting his look away from the frescoes that adorned the dome of his room, Harry spat, "What do you want?"

Myron winced. The death of the Great One had as large an impact on Harry as it had on Myron, only the young heir wasn't taking it as well. He was moody and despondent and ate infrequently. Everyone was worried about him, and he didn't open up to anyone, not even Fiora who visited him every day. Myron was not clear exactly what happened on that fateful day, only that the Great One had succumbed to Milover's death orb. Although Myron had his suspicions, he couldn't comfirm them until Harry opened up.

Sighing, he decided to be blunt, "Harry, you need to move into hiding. I have the perfect place..."

Author's Note

I ended the chapter a little too quickly since it is only a partial draft. I have more ideas about what is going to occur, but I couldn't type as fast as I write, and I'm typing this up on the editor so I don't want to lose the formatting on the portion I have, and I feel this is a good teaser for what is going to occur in the future chapters and ends on less of a cliffhanger as you can probably guess where they're going.