Harry Potter and the Tribe of Mystics
The idea for this fic came to me when I was finishing working on some other works on Hindu mythology. Hope you all you enjoy it. I have started editing the chapters to make it more interesting for you all. THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN UPDATED WITH HELP OF HYPERGYM, THE FINEST AMONG MUSES. Somewhere in the magical mountains of the Himalayas, 1966 Harsh Vardhana, the master of the tribe of mystics was worried. You see, the mystics were wizards. No, no, not the parlor tricks wizards but real wand wielding wizards who can do impossible things with a bunch of words and a stick. Today, Harsh Vardhana was worried because they had encountered a foe so strong that they could not kill him. It had been centuries since they had come across such an abomination of magic. The being who had called himself Voldemort reeked of the vilest form of soul magic, bore the gifts of serpents and came of the magical land of Avalon. The mystics were assassins whose work was to kill wizards who used magic for ne...