Worthy Of Magic

Part 38 - First Contact

Time Unknown

A predator stalked through endless dunes of sand and his shadow silently crawled behind him as he moved towards the prey.

Harry moved at a steady pace towards the source of life he was sensing. His feet sank into the sand and it took more effort to lift his feet as he got closer.

The desert was not making this easy.

He felt the distortion wrap around him in an attempt to divert him from his path but his will was strong. Harry saw through the colours of the labyrinth and kept his focus on the figure resting against one of the few withering trees still standing in the desert.

Harry slowed his pace and observed a frantic figure digging at the heel of the tree. He crouched and moved quietly.

No wind blew tonight. Harry had ensured it by fighting with the will of the desert.

His desire for human contact and finally pulled him away from the source and get angry with it. The moment he had made the intention of finding the life he sensed the desert had turned against him and blown a sand storm his way.

Harry snapped.

He had screamed in frustration and poured all his magic into an unstable mix of thoughts who's cores had transformed into anger against the source.

"Enough!" Harry screamed.

The magic driving the sand storm was ripped to shreds and the desert fell silent... surprised by his anger toward it.

"I am the one in control here. ME!"

His voice carried in the silence and echoed faintly all over the desert.

Harry took a few deep breaths and then fell to his knees as a wave of tiredness swept up his body. But the distinct feel of resistance against his will was gone. The air was not subzero anymore. He had roused the void and fought the desert back.

Anger and rage had always been the true source of his boundless power.

Now that he had pulled together his magic and mind, the thrill of overpowering a magical human rekindled the dream he had for the desert.

He was struggling to hold on to reason and sense. The abyss of madness grew deeper every second the magic of the desert pushed against his.

He was struggling to survive and it made him feel alive.

His dream had come true and the reality of it felt nothing like the fantasy.

But now. With a scream in his mind that cried for blood. And magic in his body that fought to be primal. He walked into sighting distance of the figure huddled under a tree that was dried and shrivelled.

As he got closer the figure seemed to sense his approach and stood up with alarm.

"Who are you!"

It was a woman.

The moon was in its first phase. Faint light brought colour to five feet around them.

The woman saw a small figure walking toward her silently and her first assumption was it was a small child.

Then he came into view and she gasped.

Harry grinned. The prey had a beautiful face. It was Rita Skeeter.

H-harry? Harry Potter!?"

Rita's voice was weak and full of disbelief.

Harry was in no mood to play.

He raised his arm and Rita rose in the air.

"Wha-a? What are you doing?!" she shrieked.

A cold force began to press around her neck.