Worthy Of Magic

Part 39 - Ashes of Hell

"Evolution. That's what it's always been about."

Harry secured the post carved out of the dead tree and summoned ropes to tie up Rita Skeeter's blood soaked body to it.

"Magic demanded it happen," he murmured.

Harry raised a finger and pointed it at the head at his feet and silently the word unworthy were carved into her forehead.

"I was never in control. I was just the perfect vessel."

His dreams in the past were plagued with a false utopia that he thought was the desert. The desert however was just the tipping point. The trigger to the start of a greater revolution whose soul lay among the illusion of control and whose quest was to gain control.

"The truth is I was born in a world of decay. Magic was dying and its evolution in order to survive was inevitable."

His mind had been a perfect dimension of catch-22. Wanting to find control and wanting to loose control was his pattern. Looking for an answer where there was no answer was his personal hell that had succeeded in consuming him, taking his conscious to the darkest corners of hell until eventually, he evolved.

Harry sighed and lifted her head with a fistful of hair. He raised it to eye level and almost felt sad at the sight of hope still alive in her dead eyes.

It also brought him happiness. Killing her had brought him closer to a sense of sanity. It was almost like rediscovering the drug to his recover from his madness.

Now he just wondered where to place the head. Irrational Murder had brought out his artistic side and he wanted Rita's body to make an impression if anyone ever found it.

After a few moments of contemplation, he decided on leaving it on a pike beside her body. He summoned the void and with razor focus, crafted a six-foot-high pike from the remains of the tree and banished the head into the sharp end on top.

It slammed with a crunch and a squelch.

The night was still dark and yet all Harry could see was light. A path heading towards a destination with evolution as the source of illumination. He had hit rock bottom and found enlightenment.

Rita of all people had shown him an answer. It's what made her death so sweet.

Harry stared at the giant pillars of magic that twisted the reality of the desert expressed in the form of a labyrinth.

He summoned the void and reached out to the pillars with a will stronger than he had ever felt and vision clear as the future.

Reality and fantasy warped as Harry forced his way towards the exit with greater power than ever until the desert distorted and relocated Harry as he took one step ahead.

Rita faded into nothing and Harry stepped into the village of Hogsmeade.

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January Nineteen Ninety-Six – United Nations Headquarters, New York, NY 10017, USA

The atmosphere was one with tension and pending doom.

The ICW and UN - Security Councils were for the first time in history been forced to sit and face a crisis together.

Out of the fifteen members one could no longer be considered as a power anymore. Their country had to be deleted from present tense and maps had to be redrawn.

The United Kingdoms was now considered in contention for the prize of the greatest mystery right up there with the disappearance of Atlantis.

The main concern in the cool, pleasantly lit, high roof room was the unravelling of world economy. People were losing their money. Factories were being shut down and chaos had taken the streets of the world.