The Story of Kindness
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Chapter One
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Harry collected the mail, checking each one intently. A smidge of green ink there, a seal here-could it be? It was! "Fireflyer, is this a Hogwarts letter?" Harry whispered to his companion.
"Of course it is, stupid."
"Oh, thanks." Fireflyer was a Neverlandic fairy bonded to Harry because of a life debt owing to him because of a mouse and a cat. He rushed to his parents' room. "Look! Look! My Hogwarts letter!"
"Oh, really? Well done, dear fellow! That is truly astounding!" Will shook his hand. Will could be quite formal at times, but Harry had seen him drunk-and boy, did he loosen up a bit! Harry had a feeling that Will was a bit of an introvert.
He was also a Muggle, but Fireflyer always said he felt strong magic pulsing through Will's veins (the type Neverlandic people had, but stronger)-though he couldn't see Fireflyer as no none-Neverlandic adult could.
His mother smiled. He had memories of her talking once upon a time, but a while after she got married to Will she stopped talking. She wrote notes, or used sign language as substitutes.
Will leaned closer. "Listen, my dear boy, I'll tell you a story. Once upon a time, I stumbled upon a tiny village. A satyr, or faun as I suspect you'd know them from your aunt Lucy's tales, wandered out one of them and told me a rhyme;
"The Youngest's son
Will be the One
To lift the spell
By sounding the bell
"He will face friends
But be united in the end
He will inspire a bard
Though it will be hard
"One of hope, one of a lover
One of faith and another
Made of courage true
In the face of all things blue
"One of patience tried
Though a friend has died
One of charity's test
Which won't be best
"And of kindness' life
The son will raise above strife
And he shall bring about
The Stories Chronicles.
"And today, I think you should know this-as it's referring to you, Harold Jim Potter."
"What! But I'm not-"
"In all but name, you are, in all but name."
"It could refer to any son of the youngest sibling-"
"Accept that you're special, Harold."
Harry stomped off.
"He just ruined my birthday! I hate him! Hate him, hate him, hate him!" Harry shouted at Fireflyer.
"Well it could be worse. You could be ambushed by Neverlandic pirates." Harry frowned, then ran to his room. "I guess I'm not too good at this prep talk thing." Fireflyer made a sandwich out of half a baguette and promptly ate it.