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Myth by ethereal_insanity

Format: Novel
Chapters: 2
Word Count: 4,454
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: Drama, Horror/Dark, Action/Adventure
Characters: Teddy, Victoire, OC, OtherCanon
Pairings: Teddy/Victoire, OC/OC, Other Pairing

First Published: 06/25/2010
Last Chapter: 08/12/2010
Last Updated: 08/12/2010

Title:: Aligiah ll Summary::Celtic_Dreamer7 ll Banner: SwissMiss @ TDA ll Same Story, Different Penname

"What if all the myths were true..."

The Resurrection Stone. It was suppose to have been lost in the Final Battle. No one was ever to find it. But somehow. . . she did. Now the fate of the wizarding world lies in her hands. Can a complete stranger convince her of a world very different from her own? A world she never knew existed?

Chapter 1: Prologue
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A/N: Recognize this story? You should. I had it posted up until very recently under a different penname. Unfortunately, while working on one of the chapters, real life took command and I had to abandon the story. Now with new inspiration and a new penname, I hope to finish a story that I've come to love very much. I hope you enjoy.

Credit: That drool-worthy chapter image you see below is courtesy of heavenleigh@TDA. Yeah, you should be jealous.

"The thing that was hidden in the Snitch," he began, "I dropped it in the forest. I don't know exactly where, but I'm not going to go looking for it again."

- Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Chapter Thirty-Six: The Flaw in the Plan (p. 748)

June 2026
The Dark Forest, Scotland

"I'm so sorry Tory! I swear I didn't know he was going to pull a stunt like this!"

Soteria Alexander, otherwise known as Tory, frowned as her weight sagged from trying to pull herself up. Her arms and shoulders were sore from the efforts of supporting one hundred and twenty pounds of muscle by nothing but sheer will alone. However, every time she got close enough to the thick ropes binding her wrists, her best friend would break her concentration by apologizing for the thousandth time, and she would fall back down in defeat.

She took a deep breath and counted to ten. "It's alright, Dee. I'm going to find a way to get us out of this mess."


She hoped.

Cordelia didn't seem to have heard a word Tory had said. She just kept blathering out apologies, as if that would somehow free them.

Sighing, Tory looked up at the thick pine branch she had been tied to. Fortunately, it wasn't sticking out over anything particularly revolting. She didn't think she could cope with this whole ordeal if she was dangling over a tar pit. Just thinking about it made her wrinkle her nose in disgust.

Cordelia McDaniels, her best friend in the entire world, was tied to a similar branch across from her. They were far enough apart that they couldn't reach each other, but close enough that Tory could see the tear streaks on her friend's pale oval face.

She flexed her fingers, hissing slightly as the cords she had been tied up with cut off circulation in her wrists. If she didn't hurry up and find a way to free them soon, they wouldn't have to worry about trying to reach the ground below.

They would reach it alright, but minus their hands.

If only she had her blasted penknife, they would be freed in minutes. Unfortunately, it had fallen the seven feet to the ground below when she tried to use it in the early hours of their predicament.

This was a hoax, a sick practical joke courtesy of Dee's latest boy-toy, Roger. And while Tory hated the no good rotten git, she highly doubted Roger and his drinking buddies would hang them there to die. He loved Cordelia too much to let anything serious happen to her. But the sun was beginning to set and she didn't want to think about what would happen if they stayed in the forest when it grew dark.

A dark cloud floated over the trees. "Oh, don't tell me---" Tory began, but a peal of thunder cut off her next words. The next thing she knew, rain was dumping icy buckets over them. Within minutes, her blonde hair was plastered to her face, just as the clothes she hiked through this bloody forest in were sticking to her skin.


"Isn't this just perfect!" Cordelia wailed. "This is what I get for trusting a dumb git like Roger. You tried to warn me about Roger, Tory. Remember? You told me he had shit for brains, but I didn't listen. And look where that got us!"

"Dee Dee!" Tory shouted. "Will you shut the bloody hell up so I can figure out how to get us down from here? Otherwise we're going to be stuck here for the rest of our natural born lives!"

"Well, not for the rest of our lives. We've got about forty-five minutes before these ropes cut through us like shortening. My arms are starting to hurt. Are yours hurting?" Cordelia paused at Tory's short scream of frustration. "Are you alright, Tor? You sound kind of upset."

Tory opened her mouth to let her friend know exactly what was making her so upset---namely her bitching and moaning---but she closed it as she felt the slight give of the rope. Looking up, she saw the knot Roger had used to tie her to the branch start to loosen.

She grinned. Trust the bastard not to know a reef knot from a coral reef. She rotated her wrists in an attempt to loosen the knot further and was rewarded when the end of the rope slipped through its hole.

Her knees buckled the moment her boots hit the ground. Brushing the dirt off the front of her trousers, Tory stretched luxuriously.

Ah, yes. Much better.

"Don't forget about me!" Cordelia cried, writhing against her restraints. "Ow, that hurts!"

Tory bent down to retrieve her penknife. "I don't know. I mean, I've been working so hard trying to get us out of this mess while you've just been hanging there, yapping your trap. Maybe you should try to get free on your own." She pocketed her knife and made to leave.

"SOTERIA ALEXANDER!" Cordelia thundered. "Get back here right this minute and let me down!"

Tory chuckled. "Sure thing, Dee. Gosh, no need to get huffy."

She heard her friend mutter something along the lines of "I'll show you huffy!" but Tory ignored her as she studied the tree her friend was tied to. How the bloody hell was she expected to cut Cordelia down? She supposed she could climb her friend, but she didn't think Dee would be too thrilled with the suggestion. Plus, the rain probably made her all slippery.

If there was one thing Tory avoided like the plague, it was a slippery friend.

"Okay, Dee," she said, "Since my restraints weren't that tight, I'm going to assume that yours aren't as well. I want you to try to pull on the rope holding you. Understand?"

"Yes," Cordelia said. She started tugging on her restraints.

"Easy does it," Tory warned. "I don't want you to hur--? She stopped as her friend's rope unraveled and Cordelia fell to the ground in a crumpled heap.

She rushed to her friend. "Are you alright, Dee Dee?"

Cordelia swore loudly. "When I get my hands on that slimy bastard, I'm going to murder him!"

Yup, she was fine. Tory grinned.

"That's my girl. C'mon, let's see if we can find a way out of here."

She offered Dee her hand, but she didn't take it. Instead, she was frowning at something in the dirt.

"What is it?" Tory asked.

"I don't know." Cordelia picked up a small object, and Tory caught a flash of silver. "It looks like an old ring."

So it did. The silver was tarnished, but the black stone in the center seemed fine. There was a long jagged crack down the middle, bisecting the triangle and circle engraved upon it. Goose pimples crawled across Tory's skin as she looked at it.

"Put it down, Dee."

Cordelia looked up at her. "Why?"

"There's something spooky about that thing. Put it back."

"Uh-uh. We could sell it once we got back to London. How much do you think something like this will fetch? Hundred pounds?" Cordelia looked at the ring considering.

"I don't know and frankly, I don't care. Put it back and let's get moving."

"Nope. I'm gonna keep it and see if Rick can tell us how much its worth." Cordelia got to her feet. "Darn."

Tory sighed. "What is it now?"

"I don't have any pockets."

"Just stick it in your bra. That's what I do with money if I don't have my purse or pockets handy."

Cordelia wrinkled her nose. "That's disgusting, Tory."

Tory shrugged. "It works."

"In any case, I am not going to put a ring down my shirt. You take it." Cordelia made as if to give it to her.

Tory raised her hands. "Uh-uh. You want it, you have to hold on to it."

"Come on Tor. You've got pockets. Just hold on to it until we get back to the inn. I have plenty of pockets there in my suitcase."


Cordelia stuck out her bottom lip, widened her eyes in child-like innocence. "Please."

Tory glared at her. "You know I hate when you make that face."

"But you know you'll cave." Cordelia grinned at her.

"Fine." Tory grabbed the ring from Cordelia's outstretched hand. "But just until we get back to the in."

That problem now solved, she stared across the densely populated forest. "Did you see which way Roger and his buddies go?" she asked Cordelia.

Cordelia shook her head. "Whatever they put on that handkerchief knocked me O-U-T, out. I came to only shortly before you did. I wonder what that stuff was."

Tory started walking towards the spot where it seemed the foliage was lighter. "Probably chloroform. It vaporizes pretty quickly and can knock you out in seconds. Back in the old days, it was used as a form of anesthesia."

"Blimey, how do you know stuff like that?"

"Reading. You might want to try it some time."

Cordelia looked indignant. "I do too read. Just the other day I read something."

"Tabloid magazines don't count."

"Says who?"

"Says me."

"Well, I'll have you know, the tabloids are a great source of information about my favorite celebrities. I was reading about Orlando and they said that he was caught sneaking out of--"

"Shh!" Tory held up a hand to silence her friend. "Did you hear that?"

Cordelia shook her head. "What is it?"

"I dunno. Sounds like something's scurrying across the forest floor. A bunch of somethings."

"That can't be good."

"No." Tory started walking faster. "Come on. Something tells me we don't want to find out what those somethings are."

They walked briskly for several minutes, but the noise did not abate. In fact, it seemed to be getting louder. Tory's heart started to pound as they still didn't come out of the woods.

"Tor," Cordelia panted. "I don't think I can go any farther. My arches are killing me."

Tory was unsympathetic, but she slowed down. "You shouldn't have worn those heels then."

"How was I supposed to know Roger would go loco and tie us to trees in a remote forest?" She cast a dark look at the forest. Then she froze.

"Uh, Tory?"

"What is it, Dee?" Tory sighed, glancing back. Then she saw it, too.

A spider.

And not just any spider. This one was about the size of a small car and extremely hairy. The kind horror films were made of. It clicked its pincers menacingly. They stared at it in horror.

Cordelia screamed.

"RUN!" Tory shouted. She grabbed Cordelia's hand and took off running.

They jumped over roots and fallen tree branches. Just as it seemed they had gotten past one obstacle, another one would pop up. It seemed as if the forest wanted them to get caught. Wanted them to die. Fortunately, Tory and the forest didn't exactly see eye to eye.

Or was it eye to branch?

Chancing it, she glanced behind them. The hairy beast seemed to have invited a couple dozen of its friends to join the party, since the spider mob apparently got bigger. And they were gaining on the pair.

"Where's a bloody exterminator when you need one?" Tory cried.

"Tory, watch out!"

Tory turned, but it was too late: a low branch caught her across the face and she fell. Hard. Gasping for breath, she saw Cordelia stop and backtrack to her.

"G-g-go!" she wheezed. "G-get out of h-here. I can t-take care of my-myse-myself."

"Stop being so melodramatic," her friend admonished. "It's not that attractive. And cheré, you're not looking all that good right now."

Tory felt something wet trickle down her face and she wiped it away.

"Oh my god," Cordelia gasped. "Tory, you're bleeding!"

So she was. Tory stared at the streak of red on her hand. Swirls of black color started pressing against her eyes.

"Oh damn," she whispered. "I think I'm going under, Dee."

"That's alright. I'll be the ones to protect our backsides." Cordelia grinned. "For once."


She watched helplessly as Cordelia straightened and grabbed a fallen tree branch. Her friend turned to the direction of their attackers.

"Come get some, you ugly beasts!"

Something whirled by Tory and she heard Cordelia's gasp. Trying to hold on to consciousness, she tried to focus on the scene. She could just make out a pair of hooves.

Her last thought before the darkness consumed her was, 'Who bloody rides horses anymore?'

Chapter 2: Teddy's Lament
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Chapter One: Teddy's Lament

Six Months Later
London, England

It was raining.

Huge rolling masses of cumulonimbi and stratocumuli filled the horizon with their sheer mass, leaving little room to doubt what their purpose was. Forks of lightning flashed dangerously, followed by fits of thunder that sounded like the beating of drums in times of war. The rain itself came down in torrents, soaking the Muggles hurrying to find shelter down to the bone. Things that were still standing looked as if they wouldn't be that way for much longer. It was the type of rain that made the Muggles think of their warm cozy beds waiting for them when they got home. The type of rain that, if it did not let up soon, would force the Prime Minister to get in touch with a man called Noah.

The light from a flash of lightning filtered through the bare windows, illuminating vivid shades of vermilion and amber. It illuminated the man standing in front of the punching bag, his body rigid in a martial arts stance.

To the untrained observer, the man might have been considered a warrior about to slay his adversary. He certainly looked the part: his sharp features and piercing brown eyes lent a sort of savagery that was difficult to emulate. His long dark hair was tied back with a strip of leather and sticking to his bare back. Besides the padded gloves protecting his wide hands, the only other article of clothing he had on was a pair of baggy grey sweatpants he had owned since before his old school days.

In his mind, he was fit too burst with too many pent-up emotions -- shame, humiliation, rage, and even some sadness. A sharp pain that wouldn't seem to leave the place where his heart was. All of this he tried to work out of his system by hitting something while angry rap music pulsed in the background.

In recent months, Teddy had come to believe that a good, strong workout was the perfect remedy for anyone under a great deal with stress. When he was in the mood, he would train until his muscles were stiff and too sore to do little more than collapse onto his bed. He was well known amongst family and friends to go running all the way from Hackney to South Lambeth.

There were some that said he was a glutton for punishment. To those people, he said who gives a rat's behind?

As he switched from pummeling the worn leather bag in front of him to kicking it instead, he felt the corners of his mouth curve in satisfaction.

His plan was working. The hours he had spent waging this internal battle were finally beginning to pay off. Unlike the dreadful gale happening just outside his window, the storm inside of him was beginning to calm. Now that he could think somewhat rationally again, he took in just how hot the room had gotten. Had he forgotten to turn on the air unit again?

His growling stomach reminded him that turning on the A/C wasn't the only thing he had forgotten. Come to think of it, he had also forgotten to check to see if he had received any posts today. After the letter he had gotten yesterday, Teddy hadn't been in the mood to do anything other than to hit something.

With one final kick, he let his foot fall to the ground and took in a deep ragged breath. Glancing out the large window, he frowned at the storm raging outside. Last time he had checked, the rain was no more than a drizzle. Now, he could barely make out the tenement next door.

Teddy vaguely wondered what time it was.

Then, his stomach gave another loud growl. Realizing he was starving, he wiped the sweat off his brow and headed for the kitchen. On the way, he turned off the rap music. The flat was filled with an eerie silence that made him want to shiver.

When he had begun looking for a new flat four months ago, this one held so much appeal for him. For one thing, there were the gorgeous windows. They offered him an excellent view of the Thames. A lot of good it did him now, he though, what with this horrendous weather and all. But on sunny days, he could lean out his window and look out towards downtown London.

The flat had two bedrooms, and he had turned the master into a workout room. He slept on a mattress tossed onto the floor of the second bedroom. Working overtime had made it difficult for him to get around to dealing with buying a bed frame.

Most of his possessions were still packed away in their neat little boxes, compliments of his grandmother. At the time of moving in, Teddy had figured the boxes functioned wonderfully as a dresser until he could get around to purchasing the real thing.

The living room was pretty sweet, what with a brand new settee and a couple of comfortable squashy armchairs taking up most of the space. A floor lamp with a missing shade sat in one corner. He had bought the old dining room table and matching chairs at an open market for next to nothing. The oak hardwood floor looked as if it could use a good scrubbing.

The room off to the side of the living room was just large enough to be considered a kitchen. Like his clothes, most of the kitchen utensils were still packed away in boxes. A small bowl and a glass sat in the sink from when he put them their before he had left for work the day before. He made a beeline for the small refrigerator and was terribly surprised to find it empty except for a pint of spoiled milk, some moldy looking cheese, and a container of potted meat.

Huh. He could have sworn he had gone shopping.

A quick survey of the cupboards came up with half a loaf of bread, a few bags of herbal tea, a single box of generic breakfast cereal, and an orange.

Resigning himself to the circumstances, he reached in and grabbed a handful of bran flakes. As he munched on a second handful, he deliberated on what he wanted to do more: brew up a strong cup of tea or take a hot shower and change into some fresh clothes. Before he could come to a decision, there was a knock on the door.

A frown creasing his brow, Teddy went to the door and put his eye to the peephole. When he saw who it was, the frown vanished and his brown eyes warmed considerably. He opened the door with a grin.

"Man, you look terrible."

"Speak for yourself," said Liam Burke as he stepped just inside the door. "This weather is simply dreadful. Don't you agree?"

"Very much so. Which is exactly why you don't see me out there right now."

Liam removed his cap and shook out his dirty blonde mane. "I doubt that. You haven't been answering any of my calls, Ted. What's wrong, you've decided to become a hermit now?"

Teddy shook his head, the grin fading. "No. I've just been really busy."

"I believe it," his friend told him, even as he leaned forward to sniff at Teddy. "Or should I say, smell it?"

Teddy let out an aggravated breath. "What do you want Liam?"

Liam shrugged. "I wanted to check in on my best mate. I heard about what happened at work, and was worried when he didn't answer any of my posts."


Leaving it at that, he turned on his heels and walked back to the kitchen.

Liam wasn't going to let him off that easy. He entered the kitchen to see Teddy pulling a tea kettle out of a box labeled 'KITCHEN THINGS.'

"Ted," he began gently, "You know Weasley was right when she said you need time off. You've been working yourself to death these last few months. You need time to get a handle on things."

He winced at the sound of the kettle being slammed down on the stove.

"There's nothing to get a handle on," Teddy muttered. "Victoire left me, simple as that."

"It's not as simple as that and you know it."

Indeed, Teddy did know it wasn't as simple as that. Things were rarely simple when you got divorced after six years of marriage.

Victoire Weasley, who until recently had been the love of his life, was a decent enough woman. She had her mother's good looks and the Weasley's fiery temper. They had grown up together, only a year or so apart in age. In his sixth year at Hogwarts, they had begun dating. Soon, he found many of his dreams consisted of a single blonde-haired, blue-eyed vixen. It was at that moment he realized he wanted to be with her for the rest of his life. It took long enough, but not soon after she left school, Teddy proposed to Victoire. She more than happily agreed.

Once the ring was on her finger, Teddy wasted no time in making Victoire's life as comfortable as possible. He bought a two-story house out in the country, where she'd have plenty of room for a garden (one of her great loves). He spoke about getting them a few pets, even a horse if wanted to ride one. He was prepared to give her anything she wanted, if only she would love him in return. But he discovered the hard way, when he caught her and a coworker of theirs in a broom closet, that Victoire didn't love him nearly as much as he loved her.

To add insult to injury, it was Victoire who filed divorce proceedings not but a week after being caught in her infidelity. She even had the audacity to kick him out of the house that he had bought for her, forcing him to search for a new home. Thanks to the lack of a prenup, she took nearly all that he owned -- things that he had gotten to make her life comfortable.

Just as things were rarely simple, people were rarely simple. Liam knew that Teddy still cared about Victoire, as much as he tried to deny otherwise. More than anything, he was probably furious at himself for allowing things to go on as long as they had. Surely he should have recognized the signs. Why did he not see the signs?

Whatever the case, Liam knew better than to tick off his best mate when the man had been spending Merlin knew how long pummeling something into pulp. As Teddy moved around the kitchen, making a pot of hot tea, Liam wondered how he could break his friend out of this rut he seemed to have dug himself into.

He took the proffered mug of hot liquid gratefully, but sputtered when he took a sip. "What the hell is this stuff?"

"Chamomile," Teddy replied, drinking his tea with no qualms.

"Since when do you drink chamomile?"

"Since Gran bought me a box of it."

Liam took another swig from his mug and shuddered. "You really need to get out more, my friend."

"And you, Liam, need to get out less."

He laughed, even as he took another drink of chamomile. "But getting out is so much fun. It takes too much effort to stop."

Teddy shook his head even as he smiled. "You're incorrigible."

"Cordy loves it and that's all that matters," Liam said, shrugging.

"Ah yes. Cordy." Teddy leaned against the kitchen counter. "How is she doing by the way?"

Like he did every time his girlfriend was mentioned, Liam's face brightened. "Cordelia's fine. She's been a bit busy with the new shop, but things have eased up some. We're going out tomorrow to celebrate her good luck. You should come with us."

Teddy snorted. "I'm not interested in any ménage à trois you and Cordy want to have. I don't think I could stand the sight of you without any clothes on."

Liam threw his hat at him. "I'm not suggesting any such thing. Knowing Cordy, she'd probably get turned on by you being able change your appearance at will." Ignoring Teddy's hoot of laughter, he continued, "Cordy has a friend of hers who's single. Soteria Alexander. She could join us. Sort of like a double date."

"I don't think so."

"Come on Ted," Liam protested. "Why don't you give her a chance? I like her well enough and know you will too."

"How?" Teddy wanted to know.

"She's blonde."

He gave Liam a droll stare. "And how does that factor in whether or not I'll like her?"

"You're a sucker for blondes," Liam said simply.

"Am not."

"Are too. Let's go down the list," Liam ticked names off with his fingers. "Genevieve Thompson back in fourth year. Tabby Higgins and Jocasta Stevens in fifth. Victoire in sixth." He pointed a finger at Teddy. "Face it, man. You love the blondes."

Teddy only grumbled at that. "I guess it couldn't hurt," he said, as he reached for the box of bran flakes still sitting on the counter.

Liam slapped him on the back. "That's the spirit. We're meeting at eight, at Alexander's restaurant. Elinika's, near Trafalgar Square. You can't miss it."

Teddy shrugged, even as he dumped the remainder of the cereal into his waiting mouth. As he chewed, he discussed the latest gossip from work with Liam. And wondered fleetingly what the heck he had just gotten himself into.