The Return of a Legend (1)

(This is a semi rewrite with added content so read it. It's not exactly the same as what I wrote before)

Flipping through the many pages on the Daily Prophet, Escanor sipped on his favorite drink, coke. Cocaine and all. Holding the blue cloth in his hands he smiled with a saddened face. The cloth was a reminder of what he lost that day. Sitting lonely in his castle years had passed. While he stood towering over the world it had continued to change while he did not.

The castle had floated around Hogwarts laying dormant in the sky as it floated around. It stood majestic as only he or a higher being could access the subspace that he had invented with Rewona who had unfortunately died. Over these many years, he had improved. His magic had advanced with his powers staying the same. The prison of torment though had new prisoners over the years as they rotted inside awaiting to be summoned.

His animagus form was also shocking scarring Rewona when he had first turned. It was a Chimera, a three-headed lion with goat horns protruding from the sides with a dragon wing and tail. The fur and scales were also dark golden. In this form Pride and dread bled into the atmosphere. It was a mighty form which he would not use often as he wouldn't need to.

Checking the date of the New paper Escanor was shocked to see the date. 1941. Today had been 3000 years since he first arrived. Gripping the blue cloth he lamented over Rewona. She had died 600 years into his journey. During there time together they had wanted to make love and create children. Unfortunately, Escanor's body was to physically strong for Rewona as His Penis when erect emitted extreme heat along with the skin's density being extremely strong. The force Escanor could emmit was similar to being shot by a 50 caliber sniper rifle when attempting a facial.

This left Escanor blue balled for 50 years. Escanor had tried using his blood for a serum to have Rewona immortal but failed. His cells would actually destroy any other cell on contact like a plague kill the person from the inside. It seems his Cells were prideful as well. When Rewona succeeded in creating the perfect serum In enhancing her body it came with its own effects. She could no longer bear a child. While at first happy he had slowly dreaded it along with his lover.

Seeing it was 1941 he had wanted to join the war effort even during world war 1 but stopped himself. They were no longer in times of peace. Blood was for blood. They didn't fight for valor or victory. They were fighting to destroy. Back in times of war hypocrisy was indeed still around but the soldiers and prisoners were not butchered and Experimented on. Nowadays if you get caught you're more than just a slave, you're a test subject.

History was written by the victor. Most people didn't know was that America and all the allied countries weren't as good as people thought. If you were suspected as a Russian spy you would be captured interrogated, tortured before being thrown inside a prison to rot and die like a dog. Evil still plagued the world it's just that Some people were more evil than others. While some would say that theirs no such things as bad or good. I would say "We live in a society." (AN: HeHe)

Escanor also wrote things inside his book about the fiction of his old world. While his body was indeed immortal his brain wasn't a Libary. Escanor was prone to forgetting things and knowing that he was aging mentally he decided to write things in his book. Although there were spells to help enhance his brain as well as items most of them had to be worn or temporary. He also didn't want to mess with his brain. Magic was dangerous and if done wrong could ruin the universe and himself. So a book-matched his need. His knowledge extended from Lucius Malfoy to Condiment Man.

Looking through the muggle paper's he saw similar names. Wonderwomen. The report showed that with her Superfriend she had fought back the Nazi's Heroes such as Bullet man and Captain Nazi both being rip-offs of The flash and Captain America. This world also seemed to have a group called the Justice Society of America this team composed of many people with the specter included. The personification of literal vengeance. My time wasn't needed.

Standing up Escanor started to walk around the castle as he looked over it. The castle had been built with stone and gold with a giant diamond in the middle as a control switch to the castle which was soul bounded to Escanor and Rewona. The design of the castle was similar to that of Hogwarts only larger. Specters would often roam the castle cleaning and maintenance Rewona's garden which was elegant in design. He would go there and dream of the memories they once had.

He would also often study there for a way to bring her back in one piece but each method had a side effect. Soul bounding meant she would never have a real body, Spells with rituals would cause her to feel empty, and the pool of resurrection was cursed with anger issues. The only way was to either see the devil himself or Create a body and soul bound. But doing so would be more of an insult to his lover as he would be creating her in his image and not hers.

Anyone trying to touch it without his or her authorization would have their soul consumed to be used as fuel. The air surrounding him was also purified as Escanors pride had also peaked at one point where he would refuse to breathe the air of ants and would instead purify the ones around him.

Now at the entrance, he encompassed himself in armor from head to toe. Looking down a Hogwarts he thought of the many goals he had set for himself those many years ago. One do as he pleases, Two look after Hogwarts, and three find a way to bring her back in once piece. Hogwarts had become the only lasting thing in the world that would remind people of her, Without Hogwarts, she would've been forgotten in the shroud of history. Seeing the many ants entering his school he decided to check up on their little school.

"Let's see the current affairs inside our side shall we," Escanor muttered as dropped down below.

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"Albus, Time's are changing the muggles are ever-growing and their petty wars are seeping into our society. I fear the day we no longer fear the muggles, that will bring upon our demise. Those muggles have changed. Expanded. Weapons of Mass destruction have been brought into the play Albus. I fear what Grindlewood will do when he unravels the curtains of our society. Wizards are no longer born Albus, they are made. We are no longer the gods we use to claim. We may be able to pull the extraordinary but never a miracle. Miracles come in small packages like those Lemon drops you so fancy. Many muggles now flock among our ranks. Do not let his poison blind you. When you finally face Grindlewood I trust you will do the right thing," Dexter the current head masted stated towards the young Dumbledore who looked more like his 1924 counterpart. The De-aging serums crafted by Rewona sure did help the people. Dismissing Dumbledore Dexter made himself back to the stack of paperwork where he struggled to write in paper and quill.

"If only there was a way to write faster these damn quills are more outdated then me I swear," Dexter swore as a massive headache started to aggravate him.

Albus making his way out of his office heard a commotion as loud gasps and screams were heard from the front of the schools. Making his way out there he saw the many training dummies freeze. These dummies were often controlled by a teacher but it seemed to be malfunctioning. Suddenly it too made its way towards the entrance each one having a sword in hand as they all marched in unity down the hall.

Now in front of the school, he saw groups of students being held back by teachers as pulled out their wands aiming towards the mysterious intruder. Standing there with indifference the man clad in full golden armor. He stood straight up with his arms folded as he stood still awaiting something. The man's aura screamed of pride. The man stood menacingly at 300cm dwarfing everyone beside Hagrid the half-giant.

*Buck*

*Buck*

*Buck*

*Buck*

*Buck*

Suddenly the noise of marching flooded the atmosphere as stone golems made by the founders marched their way towards the entrance. The students and teachers seeing the golem knights calmed down. Only a fool would try and attack Hogwarts. These stone golems were created and enchanted by the founders. Though something was strange inside history books only four showed but during every time the founders were referred it was always five.

Seeing the golems everyone started to shake in shock as all the golems and Dummies suddenly stabbed their swords towards the ground and bowed on one knee. This event was similar to a tale he had read in a book. Chatter immediately rang amongst the crowd.

"Is he going to kill us?" A student cried.

"I wonder how big his dick is?" A girl spoke.

"Shut up Riverwood you slut!" Another female spat.

"Quiet you two else I'll be forced to contact your parents," A teacher warned.

"I look like a child compared to him!" Hagrid smiled looking at someone taller than him.

The mysterious figure seeing the many stone golem bowing raised his arms into the sky as a feeling of awe emerged in everyone's presence as one by one each Golem and Dummy raised their sword to the sky as a golden light shot towards the sky. In an orderly fashion, they stood to the side with the swords still pointing as if greeting a king to his domain.

"Just who are you?" Albus questioned looking at the towering figure plated in full gold.