Harry Potter
Keeper Of The Dragon Essence
AN: Again to all those out there I am still new to writing Fanfics so I apologize for any errors with my writing. This is an idea that came to me one night in a dream after a while of playing Dragon Age and watching Harry Potter so please bare with me. I truly hope people like this story however to those who do not. You are entitled to your own opinion. Please leave me a review so I know If you enjoy my writing or have suggestions please. I even take Anonymous Reviews
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Character's Name:Harithorn (Harry-thorn)
Origin:Mages Tower
Class: Arcane Warrior
Hair:Red held in in a pony tale
Eyes: Green
Relationship:Morrigin
{Prologue}
Part 1
His green eyes danced in the fire light as they so often did when they made love, his silken fire colored hair like silk beneth her exploring fingers. She pressed hungrily against his lean body, driving to get closer to him. Seeking release not only for her body but her heart as well. Why her heart? You ask, for all the enjoymet it gave her and for all the longing for this experience to actually be happening Morrigin knew it was but a dream. An escape not just from the pain of child birth but from the aching hole left from their departure nine months ago. She knew when she opened her eyes she would once more be in the cold lonely cave of the Frost back mountain with nothing but furs and a fire to warm her.
So she took what enjoymet this simple escape gave her, saving her from the bit of loneliness she felt without returning to his side. Something she so longed to do, a fool hardy notion which nagged at her day in and day out. ''I love you,'' she could hear herself whisper without even flinching. Love..she no longer could deny it she loved him body and soul which had made it all the harder to leave him that final day. A choice her heart still regretted no matter what logic reason her mind could conjure. The child...his child when it came into the world would be a powerful eessence and not a easy one to birth. Already it had taken a great deal to maintain such a power inside of her, not only was it a great tow on her body it also drew dark-spawn to her like moths to a flame. Seeking to regain the spirit of their fallen leader, she did not wish to bring her lover into more danger nor for him to be injured emotionally if she and the babe did not survive the birthing. Harithorn had been through enough pain...Morrigin refused to be an extra burden.
Besides it was best for her to raise the child alone out of the corrupt temptations of the world. Perhaps when he or she was old enough and wise to the dangers this life brought she would return to Denirium and point out Harithorn to the child. If father was to meet his offspring however she would leave that for fate to decide. A sharp sudden pain ripped her from the comforting embrace of her dream world into reality. It was twilight, even with her foggy vision she could see that from the small opening in the ceiling above her, a full moon swelled within the starry heavens filling the area with its bright golden light. So beautiful that for a small moment she lay transfixed before slowly regaining herself. How long had she slept? Hours..days...?
Whatever the time the potion had done its work, her body was once again much stronger prays be perhaps strong enough to survive the pains of the birthing. The contractions were growing closer the babe would be here by sunrise she was sure. Morrigin lifted herself from the the fur pallet ever slightly to check the fire, which to her relief still burned. Hot enough to give her heat however low enough to allow the natural cold to lower her blood pressure. A good thing for when the baby came, it would slow the blood flow and increase the chances of surviving the birthing. After somehow she would get down from this frozen block of ice, she loved the mountain however Maker be damned after going through all this pain to bring a healthy baby into the world would she let it die from the frost. She would find a scuttled place to race him or her, perhaps away from Ferleden. Far from any distractions..and chances of the father finding her to soon.
''Tis a complicated world I bring you into little one..'',whispered Morrigin as she unconsciously stroked her swelling stomach,''one I hope to protect you from as long as possible..'' Love,beauty were suppose to be fleeting it only made you weak. She had believed that then...now she was not so sure. The emotion she felt for Harithorn for this child is what kept her going now. Coendence? At one time she might have thought so. Another bought of pain sent her sprawling to the ground, gasping for air her hands bawling into the fur of her bedding. Deep breathing pushing..1..2..3 and the pain came to pass leaving the expecting mother once again weakly gasping for much needed air in her deprived lungs. Three in one minute..soon the babe was closer now much closer.
''Oh maker how much longer is this going to last...''
For half a day she had been in birth, her will power was strong but she was not much sure how much longer her body could last with the power of sheer will and a magical potion. No matter how much nutrition and strength it gave. This child, drew from her life force not just her milk. Not that it was intentionally was doing it to harm her, the strain of such a soul that of an old God was great her own body had to drive deep into her own living soul to sustain her, it grew harder with each bit of magic she used. Morrigin moved lowering her hand ever slightly in between her legs. An orb meeting her fingers, the babies head was crowning. Not..much longer she had to keep going. Gasping heavily she lay back on her arms. Huffing hard before pushing then pausing to ..breathe...push..more..pain..breathe..breathe push..
Then it happened, just as the sun began to rise.. an intense explosion of pain and Harithron and Morrigin's special son came into the world. yet at what cost. The new mother was left drained, pale eyes closed barely looking alive. Her heart beat throbbing in her throat, breathing dangerously labored. However even in this dire of condition she found the last streagth to move, to gather her babe in her arms. Feverish amber eyes looking down into that of the new born babes a sob braking from her throat as the little child returned the gaze with frighteningly inelegant Emerald green eyes. Harithorn's eyes. Love exploding through her hear along with contentment Morrign lay back upon her bed. To tired to tend to the after birth and blood. Just a little...rest...to regain strength then she would clean and feed this precious gift in her arms. With as sigh and her precious bundle resting upon her breast she let the ever approaching darkness consume her. An action that would prove fatal in the end.
A Day And A Half Later
Crying...
The baby..
Where was he? She could not see
Why did he sound so far away..so..weak.
How long had she slept?
Have to get to him...he needs to be fed..
Her body so heavy..so tired.
Need...sleep
'Nay,I must move. Do ye here me body move! Wake up! Morrigin thy weak fool wake up!'
Through much trail and error bit by bit the once witch of the wilds regained some mobility in her failing body. Slowly she was able to crack her eyes open, and though her vision remained fuzzy she was able to make out the cave about her. After her eyes adjusted to the darkness first..wait darkness. Where was the fire? No flame..no..light...no heat..How long had been out? She could not feel the cold, she could barely feel anything not even pain. The baby..she had to find him. She could here him. Wait he was beside her lying in an odd way upon his side. How had he gotten there? His cries so weak more like the mew of a kitten then a babe. His small had slightly pulling at her arm. It felt like ice, something was wrong. She had to get to him however she could not move. Breathing was even hard..her heart beat barely there. Morrigin was lucky to even be semi conscious as she was let alone alive. Oh maker that meant..the one thing she so feared. She was saying, her body was far to weak to last long even with medical help or healing magic. The frost had taken its tole. The babe however the babe, though sounding weak was not fully damaged praise be.
A small comfort at least however not a great one, he would not last another day or two without help, and the way her body was. She was no help to the babe. To even produce mil so that her son may have one descent meal in his small short lifetime would prove to be impossible. Oh Maker! Morrigin's heart fell into despair, tears falling down her ashen skin just to freeze in place. All of this for nothing. She had save Harithorn just to leave him. The babe her only lasting piece of her love. Her own child. One she had worked so hard to keep breathing inside her womb. One she had fought what remaining dark spawn for. And he would die here with her...No NO! She would not have it!
''Oh Maker!''
Cried Morrigin with surprising strength ,never once in her life had she prayed to anything but for the sake of her child's life. She was willing to risk everything just so he may live.
''If there be a being, be the the Maker or some other old god of the past I implore the save my son...please...all I ask is for him to live I beg the please...''
First nothing happened, then as the minutes ticked by and her weakness grew a ripple seemed to move through the air. As if a door was opening. The Veil she could feel it even as weak as she was opening. And there before her stood a tall figure. With what will she had she stretched forward her hand, praying in was not an illusion brought on by her fever, and gave one last plea for help. ''Please...please..help..my child...''
Part 2
Dumbledor's POV
'Ariana'
It began like any nightmare that haunted my dream realm for so many years now..with her my younger sister.. Her grizzly death played out in my mind over and over. Each time no matter how long it has been I tried to work away in saving her. But all in vain, it always ended the same way. In tragedy..even in my sleep I could feel the salty tears run down my cheeks. My burden my curse her death. The guilt will remain with me until the end. Suddenly something changed, at first it was but a small ripple like a cool breeze carrying the scent of snow.
'Snow?'
Wondered I,
'It was not snowing that fateful day my sisters short life came to an end?'
Then why did my nose say it was snow? Why could I feel the chill of winter's breath upon my skin? A play on my senses? Had the happenings of the seasons in my own world be effecting my dream realm. No, it was but fall in the waking world. Then what in heavens name was happening? That's when I noticed I was no longer standing out side, evreything was pitch black. I stood there dumb struck for a moment until my eyes adjusted to the darkness only to find myself in a cave. Bewildered feeling dazed I tried look about my surroundings searching for some firmialar clue as to where I was when I spotted them The woman and her fresh born child. For a horrified moment I thought it was my sister, that my dream of her death had taken a different route, Then coaxing myself to draw closer I found the woman though still very young to old to be my young sister. Either sensing my presence or hearing my steps the woman roused herself startling me completely for I thought her dead. Her surprising amber eyes dimmed of the inner light of her soul, the woman was slowly slipping away. My heart squeezing with pity stepped closer at the same time her hand pleadingly reached out
to me followed by a musical yet raspy voice.
''Please..please..help my child..''
Child? What child? Kneeling beside her I took her hand into mine, then paused...just right before speaking ever so faintly I could hear the soft mewing of a newborn babe. Slowly as too not startle the young mother I moved to the other side, to find the poor thing half frozen clearly hungry at her side. My heart tightened, the poor little thing was so weak if not helped soon it was clear the babe would die. Even with help he did not see much chance of survival. However as he had learned in his long life a slim chance was better then none. But what of the mother, I could feel deaths grip already upon her. Yet I still could not leave her just to die in this icy tomb. Even if this was but a dream and even if she was to die at least I could provide some sort of warmth. I went about preparing some sort of carrying device to take them both. Only to be halted by her icy cold hand once more. ''Please...he will..not last much longer..the Fade calls his spirit..its to soon please do not let him fall into darkness..''
''I can not simply leave you..'' I tried to protest, only to have her somehow gather enough strength to lift the babe from her side and demandingly push it into my arms. A slight flame for a split second lighting her golden eyes, ''Nay, tis to late for me...I will not let him fall into the darkness..I can't tis to impotent...My Hari..my Hari..''
Her words ceased, the light went out of her eyes. I need not touched her to know she had passed. I looked to the child resting in my arms. Harry, was that the child's name? Perhaps the fathers?
RING!
The sound of my alarm bell caused me to jump from where I slept within my cozy chair, dazed and sleepy I looked at it dumbly before gasping at the time. 5:00 Am.I had slept through the afternoon to the beginning of the next morning. I yawned and went to stretch my arms before rising only to find them weighed down by something. Puzzled I looked down to find a strange bundle within my arms. A mewing bundle? The baby! It had not been a dream! For minutes a sat there stricken dumb by amazement. But how! Why! The soft mewing grew weaker drawing my attention from the questions raoring in my head to the seriousness of the situation. Questions could wait until later. This child needed medical attetion!.
''Hold on..''
What was the name the mother had said,
''hold on little Harry, we will have you well fit soon enough I promise.''
Thus the boy known as Harry Potter was brought into this world, born upon the icy mountains then brought to the halls of Hogwarts. To every-ones surprise the weak babe whom was half dead when found was in but one week revived into a healthy bright happy baby, whom hardly ever cried. Though unnaturally small even for a new born he seemed to know his surroundings well for one so young. Those bright intelligent green eyes always watching, seeming absorb all he saw. He already had a small smile which could melt any heart even the coldest. After a month under the watchful eye of Madam Pomfry ,whom insisted he remained in-case he should have a fall back, a search for a family for him began. It was then Dumbledor received tragic news from two of the schools favored students, James and Lilly Potter. The child they had waited for so long to have had been still born.
Saddened by the young couples plight Dumbledor wished for away to ease his former pupils heart but..how
Then it came to him...Harry..The Potters were without a babe, Harry was in the need of a loving home and family. He would be about the same age of The Potters own babe would be had it lived. So gathering little Harry in his arms he made a surprise visit to the Potters door. The moment Lilly and James Potter laid eyes on the green eyed child it was love at first sight. With in a week they adopted the baby boy. And as the months past news of Harry Potters true birth was hidden in secret. Thought best by Dumbedor for the child's safety until the day came he would be ready to receive it.
