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LEGACIES: The Sword of Gryffindor by The Dark Lord Nedved
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Format: Novel
Chapters: 14
Word Count: 77,560
Status: COMPLETED
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Strong Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme
Genres: General, Romance, Action/Adventure
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Tonks, Cho, Fleur, Draco, Ginny
Pairings: Harry/Hermione
First Published: 05/26/2005
Last Chapter: 04/25/2008
Last Updated: 04/25/2008
Summary:
Continues from 'LEGACIES: The Halo of Life' The new Minister of Magic has recently been sworn in, and immediately wants to use Harry's magical ability to her own advantage in her personal war against those who took away her husband and only son, Cedric. CHAP 12 Posted! 3/08/07!
Chapter 1: The Boy Who Lived...
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**CHAPTER 1: The Boy who Lived...**
Jeremy Kingsley lay awake in his bed in a quaint house in the suburbs near Liverpool, England. Usually, at this hour, he would be sleeping contentedly next to his wife of nearly twenty years. Not this night though. The room was pitch black, and his wife slept soundly on her half of the bed, once again she had taken all the sheets to herself. Rubbing his face from the dampness on his brow, he took a deep breath, sitting up in bed.
He was an Instructor at the LionHeart Order of Sorcery for nearly fifteen years, and trained many of the world’s best wizards and witches in advanced Magic. He was head of the Judgment and Assessment Department, where he specialized in the training of young brash wizards to harness and to use or not to use spells in a certain situations. This by itself was a complex and difficult area of Magic, as it required proper discipline in the mind and heart. His small innate ability, a sub-branch of the “Seer” class of wizard, was called “Pre Cognito” or more commonly referred to as “The Far Seer”. Unlike the more vague and probability-based aspects of Prophecy, the Far Seer Saw events that were to happen almost instantaneously, or a short period of time just before the real events happened.
Usually, it would be just a flash of something out of the ordinary, like a glass falling off a table, or a minor accident of some sort. It proved useful on the field though, his reflexes were just a tad better than everyone else’s. It was a gift than ran through his family for generations, but he hated being called a “Prophet” or “Divine Seer” or whatever rubbish they taught at schools nowadays. He was a Far Seer, and that meant exactly that. He saw things before they happened, and there usually was not enough time to change matters. But this time…it was different.
Throughout his whole life, these visions never lasted more than a few seconds, and never while he was sleeping. Tonight, tonight was different. The images were clearly pronounced, and …and he would be damned if he allowed himself to be fooled that this was just an ordinary dream. Forcing himself to remember, he ran through what he had just seen.
Two long rows of Ministry Security Detail were marching through wide, polished halls, their footsteps in Military-rigid precision. Everyone’s faces were blurred, but from the leader of the entourage he knew exactly who was behind this excursion. It was a dark haired woman; unmistakably Madame Diggory, the youngest and most beautiful Minister of Magic ever. The images blurred past in a rapid sequence of events, and the next decipherable vision was that of a huge smouldering hole blown through the thick stone wall, children and Ministry officials alike running in all directions.
