Harry Potter: Rise of the Spiral

Chapter 13

Hearing the deafening roar from the forest, Iris involuntarily trembled in fear. The transformed professor was already very dangerous and from the sound of the roar, whatever it's source was, it was much more dangerous.

In the next moment, all she saw was a blur of orange and a massive creature stopped in front of her, facing the werewolf. Its long tails swished behind it as it moved towards the professor, snarling at the now subdued and cowering wolf.

Iris wondered how such a massive creature could be so fast. Looking behind her, she saw that her friends and Snape had already fainted somehow with the latter frothing from his mouth. She was startled when the creature roared once again, this time much louder than before. She even felt slight tremors beneath her feet because of it. When the transformed professor was incapacitated due to fear, the creature turned towards her.

She was amazed when she saw what the creature was. A nine-tailed fox, a mythical beast from what she had read in the introductory book for Care for Magical Creatures. It was said to be native in Japan, so it's presence at Hogwarts confused her.

Its blue eyes stared at her, devoid of any malice or hostility. The only emotion she saw in those intelligent eyes was fear and uncertainty. But when the fox's gaze settled on her, its eyes were relieved. She felt oddly attracted to it. Remembering her lesson with Hagrid, she slowly approached the fox. When she didn't see any hostility, she started petting it as it sniffed her hand. Its fur was soft as silk and despite its large size, she found the fox to be incredibly cute and when she rubbed its small whiskers, the fox purred.

Iris smiled and kissed it's muzzle, whispering a thank you and moved away. As much as she wanted to play with it, she knew and understood that it wanted to get away.

Just like she assumed, the fox ran away at blinding speed and within a moment, it was out of her sight.

(ROTS)

It was the end of the year feast and Edmund was eating his food while silently fuming at the old piece of shit known as Albus fucking Dumbledore. Being a master leglimens such as him and the Chief Warlock of the Ministry, he had let an innocent man suffer in Azkaban prison. Sirius Black was innocent and was thrown into the prison without any trial.

The Potters had been hiding behind the Fidelius Charm with Peter Pettigrew as their secret keeper. Who had cast the spell? Why were the Potters targeted by that dark asshat anyway? What danger could a newborn pose for him to try and kill Iris with the killing curse? That too after killing off her parents. The Longbottoms were attacked a few days after the attack on Potters and they too had been hiding just like Potters.

Another thing he had noticed was the dark aura emitting off of Iris. Specifically the famous scar on her forehead. The aura had been getting stronger over the year and that worried Edmund. He knew that the scar was somehow connected with the dark asshat as it would begin hurting whenever Quirrell had his back turned towards her. The aura getting stronger meant that the megalomaniac was gaining his power back and it was just a matter of time before he'd return.

Edmund felt a need for urgency and the need to prepare for a war to come. But first, he had to know what the connection was between Iris' scar and Moldy. Perhaps tinkering with the dark mark on some death wanker's arm could shed some light. But who should he target? If only he knew where Altair or that damned uncle of his was.

His mind went back to Dumbledore. The man had shamelessly told Iris and Granger to use a time turner and rescue Sirius Black while he could very well force the minister to give the poor man a trial. How could he have not known that Peter Pettigrew was a traitor? Was he so trusting of everyone around him? If so then the old coot was going senile. But Edmund dismissed that idea as quickly as it popped up in his mind. No, there was a bigger ploy behind all this and he wanted to uncover it if he wanted to survive the oncoming war.

(ROTS)

The Quiddich World Cup match was an extremely boring affair. Edmund never enjoyed the game. He was there at the match only because the minister had personally invited him, but he couldn't understand why. They weren't close at all. Fudge had even given him a special seat, slightly away from the spectators. The minister knew Altair quite well as he was a major supporter of Fudge during his election campaign. Edmund's expression froze when he thought about the possibility. Could this be a plot against him?

Suddenly, a sense of warning washed over him, just as last year when he faced Aldrich. He sensed killing intent from behind him and dodged just in time to see a pale green light pass above his head and dissipate in the air. Jumping backwards, he elbowed the attacker into the stomach and tripped it down. He heard an explosion and people screaming around him, but he ignored it all and began pursuing his attacker who was now trying to flee.

"Oh no you don't," he snarled and threw a kunai at the attacker who was about to use a port key and get away. The kunai stuck it's hand and made it lose the portkey. The attacker, who was a man considering the pitch of his voice as he screamed, fell on the ground, holding his bleeding arm.

Edmund approached the man and when he removed his death wanker mask he was greatly pleased with what he saw, "Well, well, well, look who entered the lion's den. Never knew you were this brave 'uncle' Alden. Trying to kill your own nephew, tch tch tch... what a dark era the world has entered into. How could you be so cold? What has this sweet and innocent nephew of yours done to garner such hate from you that you want to kill me?"

Alden snarled, "You filth! You killed your own grandfather and have the gall to ask me what you've done?! When I learnt what happened to him I swore revenge!"

"And you decided to attack me at the match while the other wankers attack the crowd. Tell me, what's your purpose behind this attack?"

Alden just spat at Edmund's feet and refused to speak. Sighing, Edmund kicked the man in the gut, making him cough a mouthful of blood. "I won't kill you, Alden. I'll give you a fair chance to fight. Without wands. A muggle brawl. How about it? Are you man enough? Or should I assume you are just a pussy and afraid of your fourteen-year-old nephew?"

Being an impulsive and damaged man, Alden quickly agreed, already thinking of ways to make Edmund suffer from his bare hands.

Edmund's smile turned into a feral grin, though it wasn't visible in the dark, "Let's get out of here Alden. I promise a fair brawl to you."

Without waiting for any consent, Edmund grabbed Alden and disappeared in a flash of yellow.