This is an AU story which really doesn't have much to do with the Harry Potter series as far as the chronology and plots of the books go since I have only read the first two, but it takes place after the first year. It is also set after the sealing of the void card in CCS.
This is mainly a HarryxDraco centered fic, (basically how they came to be) though there are small traces of EriolxSyaoran (in his memories). Also the PG-13 rating is for some harsh language and disturbing dialogue by Draco.
I know the whole Death-eater and auror thing isn't explained until the 3rd or 4th books (So I'm told) but for the purposes of this story, they know. Lots of stuff will seem like things they wouldn't know by their second year, just bear with me on that stuff. Some people might be slightly OOC, like Hermione in the beginning of the story..but that stuff has their purpose. Of course, Draco is out of character (like someone that evil would redeem himself so easily), but oh well.
//As always Harry Potter and Card Captor Sakura, don't belong to me, they belong to their respective owners JKR and CLAMP..but this story is mine mine mine *fights people back with a stick*..just kidding.//
Eriol Potter?
By: Nanashi
Eriol sighed as he looked out the window of his room. It had been a year since Sakura sealed the void card. All things had returned to normal..so so normal. Eriol had always wanted to live an ordinary life without the pressure of being the most powerful sorcerer in the world, but he had not anticipated leading a boring life. He stood, heading out of his door and stumbling down the stairs towards the living room. It was nearly the end of summer and the weather had already grown cool in his part of England. Suppi was busy making lunch in the kitchen and Nakuru had gone into town to do a little shopping. There was really nothing left for Eriol to do today so he sat back on his chair to read a book by the unlit fireplace. Such a peaceful, normal day..
"Eriooool!" came a screech from the doorway.
The boy jumped to his feet and whirled around alarmed at the sudden noise. Standing in the doorway with bags flailing in hands, was Nakuru out of breath, slumping slightly.
"What's wrong Nakuru?" Eriol asked concerned by her frenzied looking state.
The guardian tried to catch her breath. "Well..well you know how school is starting soon, and so I went to buy some supplies and a few things to look good."
Eriol sighed already familiar with her story. She swallowed a little before continuing.
"Eriol..while I was in town, I felt..I felt an extremely strong magical force coming from one of the pubs..whatever that was, whatever it is, it's in there!"
Somehow she had made her way in front of him and was holding his hands inside hers anxiously, a wide look of despair in her eyes. Was it really that shocking? Eriol smiled trying to calm down his over-excited guardian.
"Nakuru, you can't expect us to be the only magic users on earth right? There are all types of magic, just as there are different types of people. Especially here in England. Europe is infamous for the western style of magic we derive part of ours from. I don't see what has you so worked up." he said trying to sound comforting.
She tugged on him. "Eriol, just come with me..you will see what I mean when you feel what I felt!"
She stood up straight, composing herself daintily and eyed her surroundings, "It's not like you have anything better to do anyhow."
Eriol realized she was right and it really couldn't hurt just to see what all the hype out there was about. Besides school would start for him in about a month, so it wasn't a bad idea to stock up on supplies. He had barely shrugged and agreed to go, before he found himself being pulled out the house.
~*~
She still had a firm grip on his arm as they plowed through the busy streets of London. He wrinkled his nose at her persistent treatment, he tried getting her attention when they passed the local office and school supply store, but nothing was going to get her to come to a stop.
Then suddenly she did.
Eriol pulled his arm from her grasp and threw a curious glance at the bar they stood before.
"The Leaky Cauldron..Is this it? I really don't feel anything strange here.." he said giving her an unimpressed look.
She huffed, "It's inside..come on."
They found themselves being stared at suspiciously the minute they walked in. The place was full of burly men and oddly dressed women drinking or smoking. A few played cards or just plain socialized. It was a regular bar scene that gave Eriol the shivers. Nakuru seemed to almost sniff the air for whatever it was she was looking for. Eriol waited for her reaction. Almost as if her radar picked up on something, he found himself trailing along behind her again. They stopped at a doorway and she bent down to whisper in his ear while pointing past the entrance.
"It's out there, in that courtyard..do you feel it? Something about that place.."
Eriol extended a cautious hand towards the entrance. A surge of magical energy hit him almost instantly from the direction of what seemed like a normal wall. He stepped forward boldly. He was sure it was coming from somewhere inside that room. He had almost peeked his head through the doorway before a large hand obstructed his view.
Eriol looked up into the eyes of a giant bearded man.
"I don't suggest you go stickin' yer nose in places they don't belong laddie." he said sternly eyeing the boy, "I don't know how a couple of mug-..children found this place, but perhaps ya have potential. I might be seeing ya 'ere this term." he finished chuckling at the last words.
Eriol sweat-dropped backing away from the man. He was confused by his musings, but decided it best not to ask the intimidating man.
All of a sudden as if the giant had just looked at him for the first time, he double-took and lowered his gaze level to Eriol's.
"My word..well if it aint the spittin' likeness.." he drawled.
Eriol and Nakuru both gave each other peculiar looks.
"I'm sorry sir, but I'm afraid I have not met you before..whom do you say I resemble?" asked Eriol.
The man looked like he was about to answer before the bar-tender interrupted.
"Hagrid! There is an urgent message for you."
The man merely chuckled and shook his head. "I'm afraid our lil visit 'ere must be cut short." He waved a nagging finger at the two youths before heading for the bar, "Now like I said, It's best ye don't go getting yerself inta places ya don't belong. Off with ya now."
The whole place had grown quiet at the scene and the uneasiness of it all basically forced the guardian and her master to exit hastily. Outside and away from the place, the pair were able to breath again.
"What was that all about?" questioned Eriol.
Nakuru shrugged, "Your guess is as good as mine, but I really didn't see how that much magical energy could come from a nearly useless, empty room. What do you suppose is in there?"
Eriol brought a pensive hand to his chin, "I don't know, but the giant man sure seemed somewhat protective of whatever was in that roo-."
The mage hadn't even finished his sentence when a frizzy-haired girl bumped into him.
"Watch it!" she rebuked.
Eriol bowed slightly at her, "So sorry, but I think it was you who crashed into me.." he protested.
She grumbled setting one of her hands on her hips while the other held a few bags and a box.
"Well I suppose it's not very brilliant to stand in the middle of the sidewalk is it?" she countered.
Eriol was just about to excuse himself when he noticed her face drop in what looked like shock. Before he knew it the girl had advanced on him and was searching his forehead almost frantically. Eriol pried her off of him.
"What exactly is it, you think you are doing Miss..uhmm."
She extended her hand confidently. "Hermione Granger's the name." she said while still gaping at his forehead in suspicion. "I could have sworn.." she whispered mildly.
Nakuru stepped in front of her master. "OK girl, listen up, you are the second person to look at my mas-erm brother oddly and utter non-understandable words. I demand to know what it is about him that has people's jaw dropping. And..what's up with the lunging at his forehead bit anyway?"
Hermione's smug expression returned. "You don't know? Muggles are you then.."
"Muggles..?" pondered Eriol while Nakuru dismissed her new vocabulary word, still waiting for an explanation.
Hermione shook her head. "Never mind then. He looks like a friend of mine, that's all. Your little brother could very well have been his long lost twin."
Eriol grunted at the word 'brother' and gave Nakuru a swift glare. She backed off letting Eriol interrogate the girl himself.
"May I ask what your friend's name is?" he asked
She took a step back seeming somewhat uneasy, "Not that it's important to you or anything, but his name is Harry Potter." then she scoffed in her usual superior way, "Not that muggles would care about who he is or anything.."
Nakuru lunged forward again seizing the girl by her wrist. "I don't know what a muggle is, but it sounds insultin--" she stopped suddenly giving the girl back her wrist. "E-eriol..I felt it..she has it too!"
Eriol's eyes widened at this new revelation and Hermione, sensing they were onto her, turned heel and ran before anymore questioning could be done. Eriol found it useless to shout after her, he knew she wouldn't stop. Instead he turned to his guardian.
"Who is Harry Potter?"
~*~
"Slow down Hermione, you're talking too fast!"
"I'm telling you, he looked just like you! I made a complete fool of myself searching his forehead for your scar! I thought you had up and got lavender contacts and changed your glasses to thinner frames, but then why the glasses if you had contacts? And why contacts if you could easily perform the ArcoIris glam charm to change eye color?" she sighed obviously confused and frustrated.
Harry gripped the telephone line while keeping a wary eye out for the return of the rest of his family.
"Forget about that. What was his name?"
"E-..E something..Oh I don't know, I forgot! But Harry, not only did he look like you but, something tells me that he knows. That somehow he is like us. You know, not a regular muggle."
"A wizard?" Harry asked scratching at his temple.
"Maybe..the girl he was with, she told him she felt something when she grabbed me. He seemed to understand what she was saying. I wasn't about to stick around you know."
Harry could almost see her haughty expression through the receiver.
"No, it's a good thing you didn't, you didn't want to cause a scene in the middle of the busiest muggle shopping district."
He bit his lip pondering the significance of her strange story. All too soon the locks of the front door began to rattle.
"Oh no! Hermione..I have to go. They are back." he said in a hurried voice.
"Okay Harry, I'll see you in a few then. Take care."
"Thanks for telling me what happened though, bye!" he said quickly before hanging up the phone and pretending to look busy. The Dursleys came in just then too.
"Harry! I hope you have supper ready n' waiting! You know how your aunt hates reheating things." Vernon boomed through the hall. Petunia and Dudley came in after him, each carrying an assortment of boxes and bags.
The family made their way into the living room and placed all their materials on the couches. Petunia nuzzled her boy and began showing off the things they had bought for him. Harry pretended not to pay attention. He didn't care right now, summer was almost over and pretty soon he would be on his way to Hogwarts again. He could put up with them for just a bit longer.
"My little Dudly is going to be the best dressed boy at school and way beyond prepared this year!" raved the stringy woman who placed layer upon layer of expensive clothes on the lap of her spoiled pudgy son. Harry secretly rolled his eyes to himself as he served dinner on the table. He made sure not to spill or knock over anything, as he knew very well the consequences of such mistakes. His uncle eyed him intently. Only two more weeks, he told himself over and over again, I can do this..
~*~
Nakuru walked into the dining room with a stack of letters in her hand. She sorted through each of them. There was a letter to Spinel from Keroberos. Eriol smiled, it had been a while since he wrote to his friends in Japan. He wondered to himself how his successor, Sakura, and the others were doing. He wondered especially how his wild descendant was holding up. His dreamy state of mind was cut short when Nakuru handed him a letter with fancy writing.
"Hogwarts?" Eriol read aloud before tearing past the seal.
Nakuru and Spinel leaned closer, interested in the letter their master was now reading to himself. His expression went through an assortment of twists before returning to his usual composed exterior.
"So, what did it say?" asked a curious Spinel.
Eriol folded the letter neatly, "They know about my magical ability."
Both his guardians fell over. Nakuru picked herself up first. "What do you mean, 'they know'?"
"I have been invited to a prestigious school of witchcraft and wizardry this term..they said they had sent the letter last year, but remember we were in Japan.."
Nakuru and Spinel nodded.
"So..what are you going to do? Are you really going to go?" asked the little feline guardian.
Eriol stood and strolled to the large window of the dining room. In the distance a white owl was seen flying off. He stroked his chin contemplating his next move. Movement below him caught his eye and he looked in time to see a rugged looking man walking up to his door.
Eriol frowned, "I haven't got much of a choice I think.."
This is mainly a HarryxDraco centered fic, (basically how they came to be) though there are small traces of EriolxSyaoran (in his memories). Also the PG-13 rating is for some harsh language and disturbing dialogue by Draco.
I know the whole Death-eater and auror thing isn't explained until the 3rd or 4th books (So I'm told) but for the purposes of this story, they know. Lots of stuff will seem like things they wouldn't know by their second year, just bear with me on that stuff. Some people might be slightly OOC, like Hermione in the beginning of the story..but that stuff has their purpose. Of course, Draco is out of character (like someone that evil would redeem himself so easily), but oh well.
//As always Harry Potter and Card Captor Sakura, don't belong to me, they belong to their respective owners JKR and CLAMP..but this story is mine mine mine *fights people back with a stick*..just kidding.//
By: Nanashi
Chapter 1: Strange Happenings
Eriol sighed as he looked out the window of his room. It had been a year since Sakura sealed the void card. All things had returned to normal..so so normal. Eriol had always wanted to live an ordinary life without the pressure of being the most powerful sorcerer in the world, but he had not anticipated leading a boring life. He stood, heading out of his door and stumbling down the stairs towards the living room. It was nearly the end of summer and the weather had already grown cool in his part of England. Suppi was busy making lunch in the kitchen and Nakuru had gone into town to do a little shopping. There was really nothing left for Eriol to do today so he sat back on his chair to read a book by the unlit fireplace. Such a peaceful, normal day..
"Eriooool!" came a screech from the doorway.
The boy jumped to his feet and whirled around alarmed at the sudden noise. Standing in the doorway with bags flailing in hands, was Nakuru out of breath, slumping slightly.
"What's wrong Nakuru?" Eriol asked concerned by her frenzied looking state.
The guardian tried to catch her breath. "Well..well you know how school is starting soon, and so I went to buy some supplies and a few things to look good."
Eriol sighed already familiar with her story. She swallowed a little before continuing.
"Eriol..while I was in town, I felt..I felt an extremely strong magical force coming from one of the pubs..whatever that was, whatever it is, it's in there!"
Somehow she had made her way in front of him and was holding his hands inside hers anxiously, a wide look of despair in her eyes. Was it really that shocking? Eriol smiled trying to calm down his over-excited guardian.
"Nakuru, you can't expect us to be the only magic users on earth right? There are all types of magic, just as there are different types of people. Especially here in England. Europe is infamous for the western style of magic we derive part of ours from. I don't see what has you so worked up." he said trying to sound comforting.
She tugged on him. "Eriol, just come with me..you will see what I mean when you feel what I felt!"
She stood up straight, composing herself daintily and eyed her surroundings, "It's not like you have anything better to do anyhow."
Eriol realized she was right and it really couldn't hurt just to see what all the hype out there was about. Besides school would start for him in about a month, so it wasn't a bad idea to stock up on supplies. He had barely shrugged and agreed to go, before he found himself being pulled out the house.
~*~
She still had a firm grip on his arm as they plowed through the busy streets of London. He wrinkled his nose at her persistent treatment, he tried getting her attention when they passed the local office and school supply store, but nothing was going to get her to come to a stop.
Then suddenly she did.
Eriol pulled his arm from her grasp and threw a curious glance at the bar they stood before.
"The Leaky Cauldron..Is this it? I really don't feel anything strange here.." he said giving her an unimpressed look.
She huffed, "It's inside..come on."
They found themselves being stared at suspiciously the minute they walked in. The place was full of burly men and oddly dressed women drinking or smoking. A few played cards or just plain socialized. It was a regular bar scene that gave Eriol the shivers. Nakuru seemed to almost sniff the air for whatever it was she was looking for. Eriol waited for her reaction. Almost as if her radar picked up on something, he found himself trailing along behind her again. They stopped at a doorway and she bent down to whisper in his ear while pointing past the entrance.
"It's out there, in that courtyard..do you feel it? Something about that place.."
Eriol extended a cautious hand towards the entrance. A surge of magical energy hit him almost instantly from the direction of what seemed like a normal wall. He stepped forward boldly. He was sure it was coming from somewhere inside that room. He had almost peeked his head through the doorway before a large hand obstructed his view.
Eriol looked up into the eyes of a giant bearded man.
"I don't suggest you go stickin' yer nose in places they don't belong laddie." he said sternly eyeing the boy, "I don't know how a couple of mug-..children found this place, but perhaps ya have potential. I might be seeing ya 'ere this term." he finished chuckling at the last words.
Eriol sweat-dropped backing away from the man. He was confused by his musings, but decided it best not to ask the intimidating man.
All of a sudden as if the giant had just looked at him for the first time, he double-took and lowered his gaze level to Eriol's.
"My word..well if it aint the spittin' likeness.." he drawled.
Eriol and Nakuru both gave each other peculiar looks.
"I'm sorry sir, but I'm afraid I have not met you before..whom do you say I resemble?" asked Eriol.
The man looked like he was about to answer before the bar-tender interrupted.
"Hagrid! There is an urgent message for you."
The man merely chuckled and shook his head. "I'm afraid our lil visit 'ere must be cut short." He waved a nagging finger at the two youths before heading for the bar, "Now like I said, It's best ye don't go getting yerself inta places ya don't belong. Off with ya now."
The whole place had grown quiet at the scene and the uneasiness of it all basically forced the guardian and her master to exit hastily. Outside and away from the place, the pair were able to breath again.
"What was that all about?" questioned Eriol.
Nakuru shrugged, "Your guess is as good as mine, but I really didn't see how that much magical energy could come from a nearly useless, empty room. What do you suppose is in there?"
Eriol brought a pensive hand to his chin, "I don't know, but the giant man sure seemed somewhat protective of whatever was in that roo-."
The mage hadn't even finished his sentence when a frizzy-haired girl bumped into him.
"Watch it!" she rebuked.
Eriol bowed slightly at her, "So sorry, but I think it was you who crashed into me.." he protested.
She grumbled setting one of her hands on her hips while the other held a few bags and a box.
"Well I suppose it's not very brilliant to stand in the middle of the sidewalk is it?" she countered.
Eriol was just about to excuse himself when he noticed her face drop in what looked like shock. Before he knew it the girl had advanced on him and was searching his forehead almost frantically. Eriol pried her off of him.
"What exactly is it, you think you are doing Miss..uhmm."
She extended her hand confidently. "Hermione Granger's the name." she said while still gaping at his forehead in suspicion. "I could have sworn.." she whispered mildly.
Nakuru stepped in front of her master. "OK girl, listen up, you are the second person to look at my mas-erm brother oddly and utter non-understandable words. I demand to know what it is about him that has people's jaw dropping. And..what's up with the lunging at his forehead bit anyway?"
Hermione's smug expression returned. "You don't know? Muggles are you then.."
"Muggles..?" pondered Eriol while Nakuru dismissed her new vocabulary word, still waiting for an explanation.
Hermione shook her head. "Never mind then. He looks like a friend of mine, that's all. Your little brother could very well have been his long lost twin."
Eriol grunted at the word 'brother' and gave Nakuru a swift glare. She backed off letting Eriol interrogate the girl himself.
"May I ask what your friend's name is?" he asked
She took a step back seeming somewhat uneasy, "Not that it's important to you or anything, but his name is Harry Potter." then she scoffed in her usual superior way, "Not that muggles would care about who he is or anything.."
Nakuru lunged forward again seizing the girl by her wrist. "I don't know what a muggle is, but it sounds insultin--" she stopped suddenly giving the girl back her wrist. "E-eriol..I felt it..she has it too!"
Eriol's eyes widened at this new revelation and Hermione, sensing they were onto her, turned heel and ran before anymore questioning could be done. Eriol found it useless to shout after her, he knew she wouldn't stop. Instead he turned to his guardian.
"Who is Harry Potter?"
~*~
"Slow down Hermione, you're talking too fast!"
"I'm telling you, he looked just like you! I made a complete fool of myself searching his forehead for your scar! I thought you had up and got lavender contacts and changed your glasses to thinner frames, but then why the glasses if you had contacts? And why contacts if you could easily perform the ArcoIris glam charm to change eye color?" she sighed obviously confused and frustrated.
Harry gripped the telephone line while keeping a wary eye out for the return of the rest of his family.
"Forget about that. What was his name?"
"E-..E something..Oh I don't know, I forgot! But Harry, not only did he look like you but, something tells me that he knows. That somehow he is like us. You know, not a regular muggle."
"A wizard?" Harry asked scratching at his temple.
"Maybe..the girl he was with, she told him she felt something when she grabbed me. He seemed to understand what she was saying. I wasn't about to stick around you know."
Harry could almost see her haughty expression through the receiver.
"No, it's a good thing you didn't, you didn't want to cause a scene in the middle of the busiest muggle shopping district."
He bit his lip pondering the significance of her strange story. All too soon the locks of the front door began to rattle.
"Oh no! Hermione..I have to go. They are back." he said in a hurried voice.
"Okay Harry, I'll see you in a few then. Take care."
"Thanks for telling me what happened though, bye!" he said quickly before hanging up the phone and pretending to look busy. The Dursleys came in just then too.
"Harry! I hope you have supper ready n' waiting! You know how your aunt hates reheating things." Vernon boomed through the hall. Petunia and Dudley came in after him, each carrying an assortment of boxes and bags.
The family made their way into the living room and placed all their materials on the couches. Petunia nuzzled her boy and began showing off the things they had bought for him. Harry pretended not to pay attention. He didn't care right now, summer was almost over and pretty soon he would be on his way to Hogwarts again. He could put up with them for just a bit longer.
"My little Dudly is going to be the best dressed boy at school and way beyond prepared this year!" raved the stringy woman who placed layer upon layer of expensive clothes on the lap of her spoiled pudgy son. Harry secretly rolled his eyes to himself as he served dinner on the table. He made sure not to spill or knock over anything, as he knew very well the consequences of such mistakes. His uncle eyed him intently. Only two more weeks, he told himself over and over again, I can do this..
~*~
Nakuru walked into the dining room with a stack of letters in her hand. She sorted through each of them. There was a letter to Spinel from Keroberos. Eriol smiled, it had been a while since he wrote to his friends in Japan. He wondered to himself how his successor, Sakura, and the others were doing. He wondered especially how his wild descendant was holding up. His dreamy state of mind was cut short when Nakuru handed him a letter with fancy writing.
"Hogwarts?" Eriol read aloud before tearing past the seal.
Nakuru and Spinel leaned closer, interested in the letter their master was now reading to himself. His expression went through an assortment of twists before returning to his usual composed exterior.
"So, what did it say?" asked a curious Spinel.
Eriol folded the letter neatly, "They know about my magical ability."
Both his guardians fell over. Nakuru picked herself up first. "What do you mean, 'they know'?"
"I have been invited to a prestigious school of witchcraft and wizardry this term..they said they had sent the letter last year, but remember we were in Japan.."
Nakuru and Spinel nodded.
"So..what are you going to do? Are you really going to go?" asked the little feline guardian.
Eriol stood and strolled to the large window of the dining room. In the distance a white owl was seen flying off. He stroked his chin contemplating his next move. Movement below him caught his eye and he looked in time to see a rugged looking man walking up to his door.
Eriol frowned, "I haven't got much of a choice I think.."