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A Phoenix Beyond the Veil - The Philospher's Stone - gerandakis



Displeased with her mentor, Sunset Shimmer looks for a new option, she finds it in a Mirror Portal, deep in the vaults of Canterlot. Together with Philomena, she sets out on a journey. Two worlds of magic will be changed forever, by a small error ...

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66 - Chase

Chapter Sixty-Six

Chase


“There. The trap has closed.” Sunset fixed Hermione with a serious gaze. “You know what to do. Philomena?”

With a gust of flames, she was gone.

Hermione turned to the firebird on her shoulder. “Alright then. Gotta get these messages out first.” She levitated the five scrolls in her pale green aura, allowing Philomena to easily touch them with a feather one by one and whisk them away to their destinations.


The darkness slowly fled from his mind when he felt a wash of magic and heat not far from him.

“Ah, good morning Professor. How is your head feeling?”

He recognized the voice. One of the Gryffindor first-years. Sunset Shimmer.

“Ugh. What happened?”

“You failed.”

That gave him pause.

“What?”

“You failed to steal the stone. You ran right into our trap. I ask again, how is your head feeling?”

He managed to get to his feet and pick up his wand. He had been lying in front of that blasted mirror. The girl stood across the room, in front of the door. A silver shimmer covered it, indicating that it was once more sealed shut by the siege wards.

Mostly because he had little else to do, he humored her. His head hurt. But there was something else. Something different to what he had grown used to. A familiar presence that was now gone.

“Master? Master!”

“I’d be very surprised if he could hear you right now.”

His gaze snapped up to her. “What?! What did you do?”

“Personally? I didn’t do anything. Collectively? We trapped him.” She pointed a finger at a small object at his feet, made, seemingly, from brown glass. A faint, flickering light shimmered within. “Seriously, I didn’t think he had damaged his soul that far. It’s disgusting.”

Their gazes met once more. “What did you think of our upgraded defenses?”

“Tedious. It felt like you were just stalling.”

“We were. To make sure that we had enough time to react. Did you like my trial?”

“You contributed a trial?” She nodded. “Which one?” Before she could answer, his thoughts went back to the trials. He could assign each of them. His own had been removed. Snape had brought in the riddle. McGonagall had made the chess board. Flitwick had enchanted the keys. Hagrid had provided the dog and Sprout the devil’s snare. That only left two. The space room clearly was Sinistra’s contribution. That only left one. “The corridors with the beams.”

She smirked. “A classic, really.”

That was the last straw. This girl had helped in trapping his master in a device he couldn’t begin to understand. She had worked with Dumbledore against him. She had probably even helped with the other trials. Flitwick wasn’t the type to use multiple locks. He wasn’t one for simple solutions. And she had contributed that insufferably tedious beam trial. She had interfered with his master’s plans one too many times. “Avada Kedavra!”

The girls didn’t move. She made no efforts to dodge the lethal spell headed her way. He didn’t understand. He also didn’t understand why his spell simply vanished just before it hit her, leaving nothing but a slight wavering of the air.

Then he looked more closely. There was a shield surrounding her. A faint veil of golden energy. In the flickering yellowish-orange light of the torches he hadn’t seen it. He had also missed the golden glow around her left arm. But what shield could stop the killing curse?

“Oh, did I mention the side effects of having a parasitic soul fragment forcibly removed from you?”

His eyes widened. “Side effects?”

“Your magic is severely weakened right now. That spell was weak. I’m not sure it would have killed me even if I didn’t block it. That’s why I’m here alone.”

“You’re stalling.”

“Exactly.”

“You will not stop me.”

Her gentle smile faded. “That remains to be seen.”

Her wand jumped into her hand from a pocket in her robes, engulfed in a teal light. The moment she grabbed it, it’s tip lit up with the same teal light while the golden glow around her left hand grew into a shimmering flame that quickly spread up her arm and, from there, grew to cover her entirely. The shield around her faded only to be replaced by a far more powerful-looking teal barrier. “You will not escape.”


“They’ve had a minute now. That should be enough. Let’s get Snape first.” A flash of flame later, they were in the dungeons, next to the potions classroom.

“Ah, Miss Granger. It is time?”

“Yes, the trap has done its job. Sunset is stalling Quirrell.”

“Good. We should get Filius next.”

“Alright. Philomena, you heard the man.” With a majestic trill, the flames returned, delivering them to Professor Flitwick’s office.”

“Ah, Severus, Miss Granger. There you are. I believe we should give Pomona a moment longer to get some distance from the greenhouses. They are transparent after all.”

“A good point. Minerva next then?”

“Indeed.”

Hermione couldn’t help but smirk in excitement. “Philomena?” Another flash of fire delivered the growing group outside the transfiguration classroom.

“Ah there you are. Good. Shall we go get Pomona then?”

Another trill later, they were on the grounds a good distance from the greenhouses among a small group of trees.

“Ah good, I managed to get here just in time. And you’re all here already. Perfect. To Albus’ office then?”

With yet another gout of flame they were back in the castle. Hermione looked around in interest as this was her first opportunity to look around the headmaster’s office. They didn’t have to wait long.

Only moments after they arrived, another flash of flame heralded the arrival of Fawkes and Dumbledore. “Ah, everyone is here. Wonderful.” He sighed. “Politicians are remarkably hard to shake off. One would think the words ‘urgent matter’ wouldn’t be too hard to understand. Oh well. Let’s go then. I believe we have made Miss Shimmer wait more than enough.”


Quirrell kept firing spells at Sunset, yet her shield held easily. After another half dozen killing curses and other unforgivables had uselessly dispersed against the golden fire that was her specialty, he had given up on dark spells altogether. Unfortunately for him, his other spells weren’t much more effective.

The fact that the spells that didn’t impact her shield hadn’t left even a scratch on the room or anything in it was a testament to just how much his magic had been weakened. That the trials had left him mentally and physically exhausted didn’t help him much either. When he fired another spell that ineffectually bounced off her shield, she felt a tug on her bond with her familiar.

She chuckled. “Time’s up.”

“What?”

In a flash of flame, Professor Snape appeared behind Quirrell at the same time as a second flash delivered Professor McGonagall behind Sunset. Seconds later, two more gusts of golden fire delivered Professors Sprout and Flitwick to their left and right, closing the circle.

Finally, in two more gusts of flame, Dumbledore appeared in front of Sunset, Fawkes on his shoulder, while Hermione appeared beside Sunset who immediately extended her shields to protect her sister as well and Philomena appeared on her shoulder, receiving a stroke over her plumage.

Dumbledore looked at Quirrell with narrowed eyes. “It’s over, Quirinus. Give up.”

Desperation was clear in Quirrell’s eyes. He looked around for a way out and found none. His inability to even put a scratch on Sunset had made it clear to him just how much his magic had been weakened. And now, in the face of such overwhelming force, his anger made way to fear. Suddenly his eyes lit up with glee. “Not quite Albus. Not quite.”

His left hand reached into his pocket and he pulled out a small golden talisman. At the same time, his wand whipped forward.

The others watched, too stunned to move, as the soul trap flew the short distance into his hand.

“Contingency!”

The talisman flashed blue for a second and, in a whirl of colors, Quirrell was gone.

“What was that?” Hermione’s question broke through the stunned silence.

Dumbledore shook off his shock. “A portkey. He must have forgotten about it in the heat of the moment.” He looked over to Sunset. “Can you trace it?”

Sunset closed her eyes. She tried to follow the rather obvious signature of the portkey, but soon ran into a problem. “Not through the wards.”

“I see. Fawkes.”

With a trill, the phoenix spread his wings and they were whisked away out of the castle.

They found themselves in a small forest clearing. A small popping sound immediately attracted Sunset’s attention.

She felt the usual trace of apparition, and this time there was nothing to stop her from tracing it. In a flash of teal, she vanished.

By the time she arrived, all she could sense was a new wake. A second later, she was gone again.

In that fashion, she followed Quirrell, jump after jump. A windy cliff, an old ruin, a damp cellar, and dozens of other places flashed by. Several of the places were warded, likely for just such an occasion. The wards were simple and took little to no effort to bypass. But they did cost her valuable seconds.

With each jump she fell further and further behind until she couldn’t find the trace anymore. In a final effort, she mentally called out to Philomena. Her familiar appeared on her shoulder.

“Can you find him?” Philomena closed her eyes, then shook her head after a second. “Figures. Must have gone to some place warded against phoenixes. Could you bring the others here?” With a quiet trill, Philomena flamed away once again.

While she waited, Sunset looked around herself. She was standing on a field with many small plants. “Just where the hay is here anyway?”

“A very good question.” Dumbledore had faded in behind her. “I may have practiced the Equestrian style of teleportation from what I was able to glean by observing you and analyzing the new phasic wards, but I still can’t quite keep up with you.”

“I did have years of practice.”

“True enough, I suppose. Now, let’s see here.” He held out his wand and began casting a series of spells. “Interesting, we appear to be in northern France. Not particularly surprising, all things considered. Most British pureblood houses have also branched into France and many of their old manors are warded against phoenixes in some fashion. It is a pricey thing to do, but for many of them money hasn’t really been an issue in centuries.”

A flash of flame brought the rest of the group to their side. “Did we get him, Albus?”

“No, Filius. I’m afraid he escaped. He is likely hiding in one of the old pureblood manors here or back in Britain.”

“Here or back in Britain? Where exactly are we?”

Sunset walked over to her sister. “Northern France, apparently. A shame that Quirrell got away with the trap. Oh well, there is a reason the thing has a four vector spell matrix lock.”

“You expect he will not succeed in releasing Lord Voldemort once more?”

Sunset turned to Dumbledore, shaking her head. “No. The trap will only open with all four key spells. And any attempt to damage the trap or break it open, physically or with magic, is redirected against whatever may be inside. If he really does break it open, there won’t be anything left to release, but that would take an immense amount of power.”

Dumbledore sighed, but still managed a small smile. “A partial victory then. He may still be a threat in the future, but, at least for now, Tom is out of the equation. Shall we return to Hogwarts then?”

Seeing how three of the professors still had classes to teach, they quickly agreed and returned to the school.


Albus sat back in his chair with a sigh. Quirinus had managed to escape with the trap. By using a portkey. Why had he not thought to check whether the new wards blocked those? The old ones never did, but perhaps the new ones could be configured to do so. He would have to bring the matter up with Miss Shimmer.

On the positive, Tom was contained. They could worry about recovering the trap later. Tom was contained and he would stay that way. His followers they would still need to contend with, but he himself should not cause any further trouble. Albus wouldn’t count him out just yet, of course. Tom had a history of doing things others thought impossible.

Perhaps he could ask Miss Shimmer to provide training in the use of light magic. She had described her fight, if it could be called that, with Quirinus to him. Weakened magic or not, a killing curse would kill. That her shields were able to block it so completely was a clear indication that this light magic could prove a great boon.

For now, however, he had a more immediate matter to consider. It was only an hour or so until dinner and he had yet to find a way to explain to the students why they suddenly didn’t have a teacher for defense against the dark arts.

He would also have to find a new one. Again.

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