King Azerothigan of Europe
The Last Wizard King of the Magical Kingdom was King Azerothigan. He ruled the European Magical Kingdom for 189 years until his death. He was born and raised in Poland. He died in his summer retreat fortress, Azkaban, of old age. Known to be the strongest of his line, Azerothiganwas born as a Shadow Mage. Like all Mages, his Shadow Mage powers did not begin to mature until he reached manhood. Not much is known on what training is required to utilize shadow powers, nor the duration of the training, but some speculate it must be instinctive as King Azerothigan assumed his throne at an early age, destroying a dark lord in the process.
Of the seven other shadow mages in recorded times, Azerothiganwas known as the strongest Shadow Mage and led the most powerful army that walked the earth: the Shades of Anti-Life. Little is known about them, however it was said they were the ruthless cousins of Dementors by those that survived several campaigns. However one thing is for certain, Azerothiganonce said only a Shadow Mage could command his Shadow soldiers, or the Azkaban staff.
So that's the reason those damn dementors quit affecting me when I became a Shadow Mage, Harry thought to himself.
After his death, the loyal servants who he created from the Shadows disbanded, disarmed, and disintegrated back to where they had come according to several accounts of other wizards who remained cordial with the Shadow King. Some writings say that those particular shadows are still on the island of Azkaban, ready to defend the last home of their King. The Dementors for some reason did not disintegrate and remained behind to actively patrol the island and feast on any who chose to invade their master's resting place.
Shortly after King Azerothigan's death, his kingdom fragmented back under the rule of the muggle fiefdoms from which he'd largely ignored during his rule. Without the shadow army to keep them at bay, muggles began enticing wizards and witches away with dreams of riches that soon became servitude to vile creatures who only wanted to conquer their neighbors. It took several centuries to remove the memories of witches and wizards from most muggles, moving them back to the ideas of rumor and speculation instead of fact and ridicule. Wizard councils were then implemented to keep the magical community a secret the world over so we could not be used as the weapons of whatever nation we happened to be in at the time.
As for Azerothigan'sShadow Army, wizards have tried for centuries without success to recreate what he did effortlessly. The Dementors have only just begun to listen to the wizard councils, not so much out of whatever compulsion spells they may have placed on the guardians, but possibly due to their hunger for emotions to eat. Since Azerothigan was the last one they listened to, many suspect the next shadow mage will have full control over them as well.
Harry was speechless…
As a Shadow Mage, he could command the Dementors to serve him! That was… good news at the very least.
"What the hell?" Harry muttered out loud. There was nothing more written. There were plenty of blank pages for text to show up on but nothing was there. Enchanted, Harry thought. Only, it wasn't enchanted for him to read. Possibly a scholar, or someone with Madame Pince's permission. But… it's just a history book. What could be harmful in reading this book?
Harry brooded for a bit longer over the book. He was certain he could break the charms hiding the text, but wasn't sure what the eventual fallout would be. If he did it, and returned the book, Madame Pince would know someone had dabbled with it and alert the Headmaster who would investigate. There was also the possibility that mucking around with it would permanently remove the text.
As an apprentice, he had a right to the book and knew Dumbledore wouldn't do anything about it, but it would set him in bad graces with the librarian. Besides, it wasn't the marauder way of doing things.
Then Harry made up his mind. It was time to use some Shadow-charged channeling power. Something he'd been toying with ever since Uncle Nick had brought up his power levels in speculation. He'd always told him that magic was change. And the more magic you had at your disposal, the bigger change you could make.
Harry looked at the book again. Then he looked at the book using his Shadow-sight, his eyes all but turning black. There. It was there. And it continued out from the book toward the south. It was a line to the writer of the book, he could just sense it. Only, the writer had lived over seven centuries ago.
Harry followed the line anyway. He shadowed it until he reached London. A broken down pub sat where the line stopped. He could sense she was in there. He concentrated on seeing her. If he could have seen himself, he'd have noticed that his eyes were flashing silver then black then silver then black over and over again. The pub looked better, then new, then it wasn't there. Then trees suddenly showed up only to get smaller and smaller until they un-grew, the cycle repeating several times until a fire raged and then un-started. A house (if it could be called that) suddenly appeared and Harry could feel the line from the book get stronger.
Harry walked across the grass to the front (and only) door and knocked loudly. It was early evening and he hoped the occupants weren't asleep.
Dah-duh-duhhhhh! Yes! An evil cliffie! Bwah-hah-hah-hah!
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