Guess what...no really, just give it a try...No answer? The correct reply was "WE DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER"

Chapter 6 section 1 written by: Chuck Da Truck

Huh. Harry knew Latin and English were pretty closely related, so he thought it was a pretty accurate translation.

Harry looked up at the guard from his Watch Tower, and stroked Crispus's nose. Due to the Goblin transformation, Crispus was able to stay in his combat form for hours on end now. Before he could only stay that for at most 5 minutes. Long enough to defend one's self and escape. Crispus could also turn completely invisible even to those who had seen death. Of course, people like Moody, Albus, and Voldemort would still be able to see him, but that was acceptable.

He pulled out the Phoenix Flask and took a swig. Mmmm. The tears were like peppermint honey with the viscosity of a milkshake. He could feel the familiar tingling spread across his mouth and the odd sensation that occurred on the scorched half of his face. He quickly double-checked that his glamour's were in place so he didn't look so odd. no one could force their way into Avalon, the designated guard representing the denizens of the city had to willingly let you in. And convincing the guard would take tremendous tact. Fortunately, Harry came prepared.

Because Avalon was founded during the Dark Ages, the people were extraordinarily religious. Naturally, Harry intended to play on that.

"The Apocalypse Has Begun! I am the Fifth Horseman, Redeemed by the Love of the Lord Jesus Christ! I come to atone for my sins, and protect your fair city from the Wickedness of my four cruel brethren!" With that he removed his cloak and removed his glamour's showing his marred face to the guard. At this point, Crispus stepped forward in full battle mode, and let out a mighty snort of fire from its nostrils.

"Sweet Jesus!" cried the guard, "Edwin, Help!"

Edwin, the head guard, rushed over. Edwin was massive, corpulent, and tremendously rotund. His jowls wriggled and shook as he ran, and already a thick sheen of sweat was working its way down his face.

Harry didn't want to give Edwin time to consider the situation. "Open the Door! They're coming!"

"You heard the man!" Edwin cried. And with that the mighty gate shook and quaked open. For a moment, it seemed reluctant to let in this monster, this deceiver. It was like the gate knew what he was, and what he should become. But it opened nonetheless, and Harry rode Crispus in flying through the air.

Edwin meanwhile was rumbling down the stairs as fast as his short fat legs would carry him. The other guard a few feet behind. Edwin approached Harry winded and perspiring profusely. "What sort of defense should we set up until our Lord and Savior launches his counter-attack?" Harry looked at the man with disdain and casually stunned the other guard.

"I'm sorry, fat-blob, but there is no attack. I just needed a way in."

Edwin looked horrified, and his beady blue eyes widened with shock. And to use the Lord's name in this subterfuge...It was monstrous. He had to alert the others.

Harry saw Edwin discreetly reaching for a magical security device that would send some sort of signal, but Harry would bet the Potter vault that it was an alarm. In a flash, he had his wand out, and at Edwin's throat.

"Don't touch it, fat-man," Harry snarled, "I'll be gone in 2 hours, 3 at most. I will leave quietly and peacefully. First, I come for a powerful item that a man left here. It was Rowena Ravenclaw's, I believe."

Edwin interrupted, "You mean, Mr. Riddle and the wand?"

Harry turned sharply to listen.

Edwin saw this and smiled for a moment before Harry pressed his focus harder into Edwin's neck. "H-he told us we were the last bastion of true Wizard existence, and said that we were the ideal community."

Harry sighed in frustration. He was used to Riddle's manipulations and how he plays to any audience he's in front of. Crispus snorted, and Harry looked over and shared a smile with his steed.

"And what of the Lady Rowena's wand," Harry asked wearily.

"Mr. Riddle was very kind. He offered to protect it for us. He locked in the top of the Tower commemorating our gratitude to Merlin."

Harry looked at the massive Ivory tower located off to the side of the town. It was huge, and knowing Tom, probably had a shit load of protections on it.

"Do you swear on your magic that is where the wand is?" Harry asked coldly. Edwin nodded.

"Excellent. Now, I can't trust you, Edwin, as you know," Harry stated smoothly, "so instead I'll...IMPERIO!" He cried at the last moment.

"Your instructions are to say that the other guard banged his head. You are keeping the watch. Do not alert anyone. Do you understand?" Harry barked. Edwin nodded slowly.

Harry turned on his heel and stalked towards the tower, Crispus at his side. He had just cast his first successful unforgivable, and felt strangely proud. 'If Bellatrix could see me now' he thought maliciously.'

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Chapter 6 section 2 written by: Forfie

His dark cloak consumed the marred wizard as he and his wing stead passed through the marketplace of Avalon. Passersby would give the stranger a wide berth as he moved closer to the tall ivory tower. Occasionally, a bombastic merchant or ragged beggar would approach the man, in hopes he was a rich lord. Crispus, Harry's threstal, would rear upwards at each of the new comers so as to scare them away from his master. Harry would then stroke the mane of his familiar as the proceeded forward.

The Ivory Tower of Avalon was a mark of respect to the great sorcerer Merlin. Original construction was not started for nigh a hundred years after his death, and was then disbanded for another hundred year period before being completely finished around 1222 A.D., by Rowena Ravenclaw. In fact, there was a clear division of architecture between the first and fifth stories with the sixth and thirteenth, the bottom half being Romanesque in style while the top was more Gothic, a personal preference of the late Hogwarts founder. The Ivory Tower was legend to be a very comprehensive medieval library, and to honor knowledge. This was the reason it was dedicated to Merlin, and the reason why after the contract was completely, Raveclaw retired to Avalon.

Standing in front of the fifteen foot high black bronze doors were two guards with halberds. Harry looked at them as he and his stead started their way up the thirteen ivory steps. The guards crossed their halberds not allowing entrance.

"Mi' Lord, the stead will not be allowed to enter the complex," said one of the guards, "and a tribute of literature shall be required as well."

Harry, having expected this, removed a book from one of his saddle bags. He patted Cripus' head, whispering into his ear that he should wait for him out side. Crispus whined and pawed the ground, but Harry stayed firm. Crispus then began to walk back to the water tough and drink a good fill, the passersby clearly pointing and remarking on this peculiar horse. Harry stepped up to the guard that had spoken and handed over a leather bound book that read: Karma Sutra and Spells of the Far East.

The guard looked perplexed at the title and tilted his head as he looked back at Harry, "I've already memorized it," replied the young lord in a purposefully low raspy voice.

"You may enter, mi' Lord," said the Guard. "Halls six through thirteen are closed, for safety purposes. You may not leave the tower with anything you have not come in with. Be warned now, but stealing is most frowned upon in our humble community."

Harry looked at the guard, "if my stead is harmed it shall be both your lives, be warned as well."

Both guards gulped, looked at each other and raised their halberds. Harry walked up and pressed the bronze door forward. It swung from Harry's palm allowed Harry to enter before swinging shut. Harry looked around at the immense wall to wall bookcases that stretched on in the magically increased circular room. No wonder Ravenclaw enjoyed it here, thought Harry as he walked to the main desk made of marble. Behind it sat an old man, his skull cap was balding and the white hair that surrounded his crown traveled well past his shoulders. It looked as if dust had collected on him, as much as it had collected on his precious tomes.

Harry stood in front of the desk, "hem-hem," he cleared his raspy throat sending the old librarian into a state of shock, forcing him to drop his book.

"I say, mi' lord, this is a library," said the old man, "do keep it down, you might bother the occupants."

Harry looked around at the empty library, "I apologize, but I am in need of assistance."

The librarian looked him up and down, "what be your name, mi' lord?"

Harry pulled through all of the name's he could remember from his Sunday school classes that Vernon and Petunia had once forced him to and came out with, "I be Lord Iscariot, and I do not tarry well with those who are disciplined in ways of insolence."

"Oh, I due apologize, Lord Iscariot," said the Librarian, "I was wishing to know who I shall help. I do hope thine first name not be Judas, for that would be the cruelest of jokes a parent could play upon his offspring."

"Nay, sir, mine name not be Judas, though I do have such a cross to bare with mine kinsman. Though thou shill not do well to ask," replied Harry haughtily. "As for your help, I wish for thou to lead me to the fifth level of such a complex."

"Aye," replied the Librarian as he slowly sat up from his chair, his bones cracking and creaking from disuse, "so it be science and logic that interest thee, mi' lord. For there be no other reason to visit such a floor."

"You are correct," replied Harry as the old man lead him to the large stair case in the center, "is much the rest of the complex as such?"

"For the first five levels, mi' lord," replied the Librarian as they passed the second level, "however, when I twas the littlest of boys, I remember when the sixth and higher floors were open. Labyrinth they were like, I say, but then again Madam Ravenclaw would not have it any such way. All about mind and logic, she was, God rest her soul."

The rest of the journey was spent in silence as Harry and the Librarian made their way up to the fifth floor. It was a circular room, as were all the others, but the staircase was at the end of the room. Harry looked over to the Librarian with his eye brow raised.

"Ah, do enjoy mi' lord, though I dare say that the majority of our books are out of date. Not many travel up this high in the building. Oh, I nearly forgot, do not try to access the sixth level; it's just dusty old tomes of failed cooking recipes, though I do not know why Mr. Riddle would donate such items."

"Mr. Riddle donated tomes of failed cooking recipes?" questioned Harry.

"Quite true, sir," said the Librarian, "and Rowena Ravenclaw's first wand resides at the top of the tower. Though none have seen it since it was brought to us. The levels have been closed to all. I am sorry."

"It is alright, kind librarian," said Harry as he clapped old man on the shoulder, "I shall find my way from here, do not let me bother you longer then is needed."

"Lord Iscariot, I do wish you the best of reading in the Ivory Tower of Avalon. Good speed," finished the Librarian as he walked away and down the stairs.

Harry waited until he no longer heard the old man's footsteps or creaking bones and then walked to the blocked entrance. All the blocked the entrance were two golden pedestals and a violet velvet rope. Harry swung his legs over the rope and then proceeded up the winding stairs. He tried to open the door, but it was locked and spell after spell did not work. Thinking quickly, Harry remembered an ancient Egyptian masonry spell to cut stone.

Cutting the white stone around the door so that it started to fall forward. He cast a levitation spell that lowered the door down softly against the dusty carpet. Harry walked forward into the dimly lit maze of book shelves. His disturbance swirling some of the fifty year old dust around the labyrinth. As he turned the corner, Harry saw a pale white figure hunched over the titles. It was apparently human, though very gaunt and seemingly mindless.

Harry placed his hand on the shoulder of the…man… and turned him to the light to better see him. The dull eyes that were illuminated in the light startled Harry, for he had only seen such pictures in a text book before. The gaunt face soon became livid, widening the mouth and lunging forward to rip Harry apart. Several other similar like beings appeared at the end of the book case corridor and started to swarm inwards to the point where Harry was at. The young lord held off the first of the creatures as he removed his wand and expelled the creature into the mass knocking them over.

Damn Inferi, thought Harry as he began to whip his wand to shoot out a stream of liquid fire.

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Chapter 6 Section 3 written by: Lutris Argutiae

The Inferi perished in an unearthly shriek, disintegrating from the rope of liquidious flame that shot out of Harry's wand, much like a whip. The fire burned white and red; orange and yellow, in a myriad of deadly shades, cutting through the undead monsters in the area. Harry noted with amusement that all but one of the foul beasts had been cleanly cut in two; the last one of which had its head lopped instead, being exceedingly short.

Flames licked around in the stone entrance room, and some of the ancient wooden tables and chairs were set on fire, with the actual flames in a curving pattern arranged much like if a tub of petrol was sloshed out of a container and then lit. Several screams sounded from the behind the bookshelves around Harry, and dozens of Inferi came clambering out; from under the actual shelves, crawling over the wooden structures, and sometimes even right through the books.

Harry cursed, both from the mind and wand point. He ducked and weaved between the Inferi's feverish and desperate attacks, dodging inbetween the sharp claws and sickly, decayed limbs of the zombies. Damn it! Now I know why people hated these things! The textbooks were strangely poetic, but it works. Inferi: raised by the fire of life, then destroyed with the flames whence they came. Shit! A rotten hand grasped Harry's leg from underneath, and before he could get a curse out, another Inferi rammed into him, scratching the soft skin under his forearms. Apparently, they weren't that stupid, as that was the only unguarded vulnerable spot that he had. Harry cursed once again.

"Spatha Flamarae!"

A length of flame, shaped much like a long broad-blade, erupted from his wand with a loud rush, and Harry quickly grasped his wand like a hilt, and sliced the undead creature that had injured his arm, burning right through it's chest area. With a screech, the corpse started to disintegrate from the inside out, orange sparks running off of the cut. Harry shifted his gaze below, and brought his holly wand up, and stabbed straight down, straight through the back of the Inferi. Harry strengthened his affinity to fire through his draconian abilities, and prepared his next incantation.

A couple of seconds later, Harry screamed a roaring, "Flatus!" , and the flames expanded to much larger proportions, instantly incinerating the Inferi pinned to the ground, and not leaving a trace of the other dead beings, along with the ancient texts that had lined the bookshelves.

With a crunch, Harry stepped over the now burning and (once again) dead corpses, taking care to stay out of the largest chunks of charred flesh still remaining. He noted with slight disappointment that some of the books that had been destroyed had been the tomes Tom Riddle had donated; the failed recipe books- before swiftly ducking from a clawed swipe that came from behind his back. A taloned hand whistled through the air over his head, and Harry saw that the limb was attached to an extremely ugly torso, and even more so ugly head was sewn on to the body.

How in Merlin's name did Tom manage this one? I mean, normal Inferi even I can do, but noooo, Mr. I Am Lord Voldemort has to be a fucking smarty-pants and create a monstrosity!

A rabid wolf's head was attached to the top of a regular human man's head, its jaws slavering and its features quivering. Below, the human head was drooling and moaning piteously, rolling its eyes uncontrollably. The creature's torso was that of a Cave Imp, well muscled, exceedingly pale, and covered in a thin layer of mucus, while its legs were those of a large hooved animal; maybe a Minotaur or quite possibly a normal bovine animal. In any case, its hooked 12-inch claws looked lethal, and judging from the slash left in the wall in the wake of the strike, it certainly was.

A huge roar came out of the beast's canine maw, and the human jaw assisted in screeching, resulting in a huge cacophony of sounds that froze even Harry's heart for a brief second, before it leapt from its location with its claws ready to strike out at him.

Harry came out with a duck and roll, brandishing his focus. The beast took another swipe at him with its razor sharp talons, and Harry lept back to avoid it, before the monster screamed again.

Harry froze, and the abomination took its chance; it roared from its two mouths, and drove its claws straight into Harry's abdomen. Or, would have, were it not for the blackened scales growing on his skin. Harry glared at it, and threw a furious Banishing Charm at the creature, making it fly through several shelves, before landing against a wall; upon seeing this, Harry instantly shot a swift Restraining Hex towards it, holding it to the wall.

"Accelerato. Malleus-Eitirius!"

The first spell made him move several times faster; and while he leapt through the air, he poised his wand as a dwarf would his axe, feeling the weight of his curse upon it. Harry swung his wand directly in front of him, and the Hammer of Eitri impacted upon the stone walls, instantly flattening the monster Inferi. A huge rumbling sounded, and cracks could be seen quickly spreading through the stone masonry. With an additional Reductor Curse, the cracked wall blew open to reveal the other side; a large open room, with bookshelves lining the high, circular walls.

Cautiously, Harry tip-toed in to the chamber, glancing around for more traps. The floor was covered in black and blue tiles, arranged in a huge, black raven mounted on a dark blue background. Harry noticed that there was an inscription on a bronze plaque set in the floor, and leaned over close enough to read it. Undoubtedly, knowing Tom, this was some sort of elaborate game; the lethal kind. Caution was needed.

But as he shifted his weight on the tile he was standing on, Harry heard a very slight click sort of sound, which he would have definitely not noticed before his undertaking of Demorgo's Ritual.

A huge rumble sounded, and all of the regular entrances to the chamber were shut, and the broken wall behind Harry mended itself, leaving nary a spot of dust on fhe ground.

Oh boy. Whatever next? Tea and crumpets?

The room was deathly silent- the lack of noise brought chills to Harry's bones. With a massive hiss, several ports in the walls opened up, and cold water vapor came billowing out , creating a huge white fog in the chamber. The mist spread to all corners of the room, and soon, there was no space at all which was not filled with a fine, white vapor. Fearing for the worst, Harry waved his wand in the smoke, and cast an analytical charm telling him of the contents of the air.

Only water.

'What the hell? What does Voldemort want to accomplish with mist?'

But Harry's sharpened senses detected a subtle heat increase in the air around him. A few seconds later, the temperature had only risen, and another few moments later, it was noticeably warmer, as if something were charging up to shoot a bolt of fire.

Thinking aloud, Harry tried to figure out what the Dark Lord had intended when he designed the defenses in this room.

"All right. So we've got mist- all water vapor, and fire. Water. What happens to water if you heat it? It expands. It turns to air, and then... oh. Evaporation- flash heating..., the water spreads out- oh shit. If the fire is released, then it's going to make the water in the vapor expand instantly in a heat wave- an all natural, no muggle tools necessary bomb. Clever Tom, very clever. How in hell am I going to survive this one?"

And quite anticlimactically, a rather loud click sounded once more, and huge jets of flame shot out of several side vents in the wall, instantly heating the room past boiling temperature. Anything in the room would have been instantly incinerated.

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Chapter 6 Section 4: Written by xThornx

Anything that is, except a Hungarian Horntail, or something extremely close. That something being Harry. As he heard click Harry had shielded his soft flesh with the impenetrable dragon skin that covered the rest of his body.

Harry rose from his crouched position and let out a deep breath of relief. Curious, he touched his soft skin to the scale like flesh. It was cool, freezing even, despite the explosion that it had absorbed. He grinned as he realized how the Horntail's withstood their own monstrous flames. When they gathered the extreme heat within them, their skin would super cool so they wouldn't take any burns.

He giggled maliciously "No luck there Tom. Not against Super-Dragon-Boy-Who-Lived-Harry-Potter."

He once more surveyed the room around him once more.

Dear lord…the Ravenclaws would be in absolute ecstasy in this room.

It was then that Harry discovered a bronze raven statue on the other end of the room. Harry carefully made his way over to the statue, only stepping on the bronze tiles as he went. He examined the bronze raven and saw that it was poised as though carefully guarding something. He'd bet anything it was Ravenclaws wand. He almost picked the raven up before he stopped himself and whispered

"Conjurus".

An exact replica of the bronze raven sat next to him and as he picked up the original statue, the wand fell to the floor. Harry quickly replaced the bronze raven with his own conjured one. It would disappear within the next couple of hours and Harry didn't want to think of what would happen when it did.

He looked at the wand thoughtfully. He knew he should destroy it, but something was holding him back…giving him second thoughts.

Think of what power this wand could hold…think of all the magic I could reign over with the wand of a founder...It wasn't fair that Riddle got to be the last one to touch this relic of magnificence… it should be mine…it should belong to me… to be my instrument power, of…of…destruction.

But right as Harry found his fingers almost brushing the wand, his own, clearer thoughts took hold.

A last line of defense from Tom…To try to tempt me in to giving in to my greed and have me cursed like Dumbledore. I don't need the wand of a founder…

"I'm a legend all my own, Tom! I don't want or need the wand of a Founder!" And with that arrogant statement Harry pointed his wand at Ravenclaw's and shouted

"Reducto!" But Rowena's wand didn't break as intended but shot back it's own blue beam, as if challenging Harry with Rowena's own power.

Harry glared at the cursed relic and fueled his spell with all his considerable power, sweat breaking out of his black pores.

Finally, there was a brilliant light, and Rowena Ravenclaw's wand laid shattered in pieces.

Harry let out a small giggle out of triumph, a small giggle that erupted into loud, haunting laughter.

Not even the power of a founder can withstand my strength!

With that, Harry blasted a hole back in the wall and walked down the flights of destruction he had created. The whole library was sound proofed, so he was sure no one had heard his battles. As he walked towards the exit the old librarian said

"Good day then sir. I hope you hath found your stay a pleasant one."

Harry merely smiled at the old man and walked out.