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The Sanctuary of Light
If anyone were to look at Number 4 Privet Drive, they would see a normal house, with normal inhabitants, that led normal lives. At least, for those that lived there most of the time. There was one other inhabitant that would turn a few heads.
In the smallest bedroom lived a young man that seemed normal enough on the outside, if you were blind to the obvious malnourishment. No, what made him different was the fact that Harry Potter, for that was his name, was a wizard. And not just any wizard, a powerful wizard at that. So powerful, in fact, that he didn't know full extent of his power, and that is where this story comes in.
"Boy!" screeched Aunt Petunia from the other side of the door. "Get up and get breakfast ready!"
With a groan, Harry got up out of his too small bed and dressed quickly in the overly large cast downs of Dudley's. Quietly, so as to not draw attention to himself, Harry went downstairs and began to prepare breakfast for his uncaring relatives.
As he was frying the eggs, his thoughts turned to the night of the Third Task, of the graveyard and Voldemort's resurrection. While he was preoccupied, Dudley came into the kitchen and found Harry lost in thought. With a malicious grin spreading over his grotesque face, Dudley snuck up behind Harry and shoved him into the stove. With a slight cry, Harry's hand fell into the hot grease, scalding it badly.
"Should have been paying attention, Freak. Next time I'll do something worse!" Dudley purred out in savage glee.
Without saying a thing, Harry served breakfast as Uncle Vernon and Petunia came in to sit down for breakfast. Without a word, Harry went back upstairs nursing his scalded hand. As he lay back down on his bed, Harry fell into a light slumber, releaving the exhaustion from nightmare haunted nights.
Harry stood on the shore of a small, crescent shaped island. As he looked around, the bright moonlight present seemed to blossom brilliantly and a woman in pure white appeared before Harry.
"Young One, I come for you," the woman's voice an echo of divinity, shattering every thought of this dream being anything but real in Harry's mind. "To he who's heart is of the purest white, I, Isilaena, doth give unto a gift. I give unto the power that your heart requires to bring this world into the light once more. I give the task unto you, Young One, to purify this world of the darkness that grips the hearts of young and old. I give it unto you, the prophesized Shackled Unicorn, Bringer of Hope, Light's Champion and Fate's Child, a gift to dispel the darkness and make the magic of this world sing once again."
With flowing grace, Isilaena placed her hand upon Harry's forehead, and with a flash of unending light, Harry was thrown into deep, unconsciousness.
Harry awoke from the strange dream to find that the sun had set. He forgot about the dream momentarily in his fear of getting yelled at by his uncle, before he remembered why he was out the whole day.
"Some dream that was. I wonder who she is….," but his contemplations were cut off as he caught sight of his hand. Where just that morning before there was a large burn blister, his hand was completely healed of any trace of the burn. And adorning his ring finger on his right hand was a large ring that fir his finger perfectly. The ring was set with a large stone that flowed through the full spectrum of colors, while mostly glowing a royal violet.
'Young One, you have been endowed with the Magiks of Light,' a voice seemed to echo throughout his mind. 'This ring is set with a special stone, a Sunstone. It is a rare stone that works as a focus for Light Magiks. It is an extremely powerful branch of magic, the likes of which have not been seen on this world for millennia. Use it well, Young One, and enjoy that which was always yours.'
As the mind voice faded, a iridescent owl appeared in his window, a letter clutched in its beak.
Dear Mr. Potter,
It has come to our attention through certain sources that you have been placed in the custody of your Aunt Petunia Evans-Dursely. As this is a direct violation of your parents' will as to whom you were to reside in the case of their demise, your legal guardian, Albus Dumbledore, has been taken off of your case, allowing for your immediate emancipation.
Also, your godfather, one Sirius Orion Black, has stated in his will that you are to be made the heir of the Black Family Fortune. We have not received news of his death, but do to the fact that he is a convicted criminal in the eyes of the Ministry of Magic, pressure has been put on Gringotts to release all holdings into ministry hands. We believe that it would be better for both parties if you were to prematurely inherit the Black Lordship.
We hope to do business with you soon, Lord Potter, and would like to say congratulations on the naming of Champion of the Light.
Your Servant,
Senior Gold
Chairman of Gringotts Bank, Leader of Goblin Council, and Ambassador to the Dwarves and to the Wizarding World
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