Chronicles of Camelot

The inevitable event

"I…I know what you mean," Luna gasped, "I…I can feel the very air around me: it seems to tingle with magic that I can see now that…well now that it's official. Why do you think they advanced their plans anyway Neville?"

"Why else?" asked Neville, "Now they'll be bonded in every way and Hermione will have access to the power of the elements as a whole: these bonuses give them an advantage in the Tournament and they can help one another without realising it."

"Isn't that…cheating?" asked Luna, ordering another drink as she listened to her bonded, "Helping one another like that."

"Luna," Neville sighed, moving around the table as he kissed his girl on her cheek; lowering his voice, the Knight of Fire told her, "Harry's King of Camelot and Lord and owner of Hogwarts: who cares?"

HPHG

Lily Evans was busy grading her newest assignments from her fourth-year class when she too suddenly stopped dead, a warm tingling magic rushing through her Light-Blessed body; looking around, the Holy Knight of Light just sighed before she shook her head.

"You and I are going to have words when this is done young man," she whispered, her voice trying and failing to carry to Harry.

It was a good thing that Sirius wasn't a Holy Knight because, if he could feel this, he would have a field day and Lily would have to put him back in the doghouse.

'Come out of this safe my son,' she thought, before returning to her work.

HPHG

Fleur and Gabrielle Delacour were busy researching methods for the next task when they felt the wave of magic pass over them; unlike the other Knights, they didn't panic: instead, Fleur held onto her younger sister before she whispered, /Our leaders have become their true forms./

/We are one,/ Gabrielle told her, both of them remaining together before the wave passed them, allowing the Knight of Terra and Thunder to return to their research.

Fleur, reading through several ways to harness the earth for her task, already knew who would emerge victorious in all of this…

HPHG

In a seemingly abandoned house in the south of England, a weakened, but very much alive corpse suddenly snapped his head up, a pair of dark brown eyes suddenly flashing blood red as a wave of magic passed through him, something inside him snapping from the life he'd so desperately held onto for all these years.

Rising with some difficulty from the chair he was seated in, the figure, a weaker, but still very much alive form of Tom Riddle, once known as the Dark Lord Voldemort, stared out over the graveyard near to his family home, a look of hope filling his eyes as he whispered, "See you soon Harry."

Even as he said the words, an aura of darkness rose from the earth and enveloped the body, its magic growing stronger, but Tom knew he wouldn't be truly alive until the part of him that was Voldemort was dead and buried.

And for that, he needed Harry James Potter; Arch-Knight of the Elemental Order…

HPHG

Indeed, just as the Holy Knights felt one surge of magic pass through their bodies, all around Hogwarts, the portraits, ghosts and even the suits of armour shuddered as magic flowed through the cores of their being, the suits of armour rattling as the magic seemed to clean their rusted and slightly damaged appearances.

In the Headmistress' office, Fawkes and the Sorting Hat seemed to glow with recognition of what was happening, both of them giving a cry of power and strength that flowed through all of Hogwarts.