Zumatra walked through the empty temple, visiting her friend for the how many-ith time. There was no persuading him to leave his self-exile, to go anywhere. Hurikane trailed behind her.
As she approached, Zeligius got off the council chair he was resting on. "Ready to practice?" he asked.
"Always," Zumatra said.
As the three made their way to the dueling room, the floor beneath them gave way, and they fell into the dark abyss below.
Thanos chuckled as he watched the three strangers fell into the void, going through time and space. It would be difficult to persuade the three to his side, but he was looking forward to the challenge.
But what Thanos didn't know, was that destiny had other plans for the trio.
"Lily! It's him! Take Harry and run!"
Zuma, Zeligius, and Hurikane, were witnessing a vision.
A tall, lanky man with messy black hair and corrective lenses stood before a hooded figure. The hooded figure raised a stick, and a jet of green light blasted out of the stick, and hit the man square in the chest. The man was thrown backwards, hit the wall, and slumped to the ground, unmoving.
The hooded figure turned and glided up the stairs, the trio unwillingly following him. Advancing on the closed door, the figure raised his stick, and the door was blasted off its hinges. With a flick of the wrist, the pile of furniture was moved from the doorway.
A woman with long, red hair, and bright green eyes, stood protectively in front of a baby crib. She begged and begged.
"Please. Not Harry. Please, not Harry."
"Stand aside, silly girl. Stand aside now," a high-pitched voice ordered.
"Not Harry… Please… have mercy… have mercy… not Harry."
The figure raised his stick, and with a flash of green light, the woman crumpled to the floor, unmoving.
All this time, the baby stood at the bars of the crib. His little fists clenched the bars, and he stared up at the hooded figure, As if he noticed that the hooded figure was not anyone familiar, he started to cry.
Again, the figure raised his stick, and again, green light shot out of the end of the stick. But instead of hitting the boy, it seemed to ricochet off an invisible barrier and hit the hooded figure. The robes collapsed, something exploded, and black smoke fled the room.
The vision flashed, and the trio saw the baby grow up under the neglectful and abusive care of his relatives. As he grew up, strange things began to happen, and the family responded negatively.
Then, as the boy's eleventh birthday drew near, the letters started coming. The aunt and uncle reacted negatively, and they fled the house. But no matter where they fled, the letters followed.
On the boy's eleventh birthday, the most biggest human man that the trio had ever seen, took the boy away.
As the boy went to school in a castle, the trio witnessed his misadventures, his near deaths, and his encounter with his parents' killer.
Eventually, the boy, now seventeen, and the killer, were face to face, in the courtyard of the castle, and they shot beams of light towards each other. The green light was blasted back and hit the caster, and the killer collapsed.
The vision ended as the crowd around the two combatants converged onto the boy.
Then they saw the pale face of the killer, along with the face of the boy, and heard the prophecy.
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...
They fell onto a grassy hill, Zuma and Hurikane landing near the slope of the hill, so that they started to roll and slide down the hill.
Zeligius stood up, and hurried down the hill to help Zuma up.
"Where are we?" Zuma asked cautiously, yet as she asked the question, she already knew the answer.
"Earth," the Shard said as his droid body stood up. "The month is November and the day is the 1st. The year is 1981. Humans are the primary sophisticated species, but there are others as well. Such as: house elves, werewolves, vampires, veela, mermaids, goblins, trolls, and giants."
"How is it that I know what you are saying, yet have no clue?" Zeligius asked.
"That is because the void we fell into filled us with the knowledge that we needed," Hurikane replied.
"It's so weird, knowing everything about this planet, and yet nothing at all," Zuma said, Zeligius nodding his head in agreement. "And we are here for a reason."
"And that reason is the boy in our vision," Zeligius supplied.
"Hmm. I'm going to find him," Zuma said, heading in a seemingly random direction, but knowing exactly where she was going.
"Wait for me!" Hurikane said, trotting to catch up with her.
Zuma paused, allowing Hurikane to catch up. She turned to where Zeligius still stood, looking around him. "Are you coming?" she asked.
Zeligius considered for a moment. He really did not want to be here, and raise a child as well. He had put himself into self-exile for a reason. But, he simply could not ignore that the Force sent him here for a reason.
"Alright, I'll help," he said, trailing after the two.
Zuma smiled, and lead the way to the neighborhood. Night had fallen by the time they arrived at Privet Drive, and the three waited for the boy hero to arrive.
A cat stared at them as they walked past Number 4. Ignoring the cat, the trio slipped into the shadows of another house, and proceeded to wait.
It wasn't until midnight that anything happened. During the entire time, the two former Jedi meditated, while the Shard kept watch. When a mysterious old man appeared and started turning off the streetlights, Hurikane moved to warn the former Jedi, but they had already awoken from their meditation.
Moving stealthily closer, the trio watched as a strange contraption- a motorbike, appeared from the sky, landing in the road. A top the motorbike sat a huge man, much larger than any human that the trio had ever seen, but not the largest sentient species.
They were still too far away from hearing anything, but they definitely heard the saddened howl of a cry that the large man produced. Zuma flinched and glanced around, making sure that no ordinary being noticed. Noting that nothing else happened, Zuma turned her attention back to the trio of humans that would leave the boy at his relatives'.
The large man moved back to the motorbike, and flew off with a roar of the engine. The woman that was with them had slinked away into the shadows beyond, leaving the old man to himself. He was gazing in the direction the trio of force-sensitives hid, but could not see them. Shrugging to himself, the old man disappeared with a 'pop' and all the streetlights that were turned off flickered back on.
Waiting a few moments, just to make sure the coast was clear, the trio made their way to the front step of Number 4. Zuma was the first to arrive.
She gazed down at the boy, who's tufty black hair was visible under the blanket. A curious, lightning bolt shaped scar was freshly cut into his forehead, and still dripped a bit of blood.
"So, this is the hero, then," Zeligius murmured, loud enough for the other two to hear.
"He is barely a year old," Zuma commented softly, crouching down to pick up the baby. The baby shifted, still asleep, and cuddled closer to the warmth that was Zuma's body heat.
"How could they leave a child unattended? Especially at night?" Hurikane asked.
Zuma and Zeligius didn't have an answer for the Shard.
"What do we do now?" Zuma asked. "We have the child, but we have no means of raising him."
As if to answer her question, a soft 'pop' sounded in the night, and a small, large eared creature appeared before the trio. The trio immediately knew this was a house-elf.
"You is Young Master Potter's new care-keepers?" the house elf asked.
"Yes," Zeligius responded, after sharing a glance with Zuma and Hurikane. The house-elf then bowed.
"I is Flicker, head elf of the Potter Manor. We's can return to the Manor immediately, and yous can stay there and take care of young Master Potter."
"Aren't you afraid that we are horrible people?" Hurikane asked. "That we'd use the fact that the boy was orphaned for our own personal gain?"
"Are you bad peoples?" Flicker asked.
"No, but we have done terrible things in the past," Zuma said, glancing at Zeligius from the corner of her eyes.
"But is you bad people now?" Flicker persisted.
"No," Zeligius said sternly, as if Hurikane and Zuma would defy his answer.
"Good. Then wes can go," Flicker said. He grabbed a hold of Zeligius's cloak, and Zumatra's tunic. Hurikane quickly grabbed hold of Zumatra's shoulder, just as the elf magicked them away.
With a loud pop, the four appeared in a room. The two humans and one shard had to reorient themselves, since that was their first time traveling by magical means. They glanced around the room, seeing the spacious living room.
There were couches arranged neatly, and two coffee tables stood a foot away from the couches. The floor was carpeted, a light green color; and the walls were painted beige. At least the late family had the decency to have modern lighting, according to the information that resided in the travelers' heads. The room was basically empty, as if the previous owners moved.
"Why is this place so empty?" Zumatra asked.
"Lord Potter and Lady Potter took everything to either their house in Godric's Hollow; or put their most valuable things in Gringotts," Flicker answered. "There are six other house elves here. We keeps the Manor clean, in case Lord and Lady Potter moved back. But we is sad to learn that Lord and Lady Potter are no more."
"At least their child survived," Zumatra said, looking down at the bundle that was still sleeping.
"Yes. We is happy to serve the new care-keepers!"
"That is good," Zeligius said.
"Though, I is asking, why is your friend so strange?" Flicker asked, pointing to Hurikane. Zeligius turned to Zumatra, since the strange droid was her friend longer, and knew more to the droid then he did.
"Hurikane is a Shard," Zumatra said, handing the baby to Zeligius. "He is… well a Force-sensitive, sentient blob that can control droid bodies."
"Blob?!" Hurikane cried, "I am more than a simple blob, Zumatra!" Zumatra shrugged.
"Well, that's what you generally are, Hurikane. At least, when you are outside your droid body."
Flicker still looked confused. "What is Force-sensitive? And what is a droid?"
"The Force is a natural energy field that surrounds us, and binds the universe together," Zeligius replied. "In a way, it is like magic, as they are both use of psionic energy. Though, the Force is more mental manipulation, while magic is the use of kinetic energies."
"What is kin- kinetic?" Flicker pronounced slowly.
"Kinetic is energy that is energy in motion," Hurikane answered this one. "While at rest, this energy would be considered potential energy."
"And a droid is a mechanical being," Zumatra said. "Normally, a droid has its own sort of sentience, but Hurikane can possess a droid's body- with no harm to the droid- and function like a person. Only in a mechanical body."
"Oh," Flicker said. "But Flicker is surprised. Electronics don't cooperate well with magic."
The two Jedi blinked in surprise. Then they turned to look at Hurikane.
"I function through the Force, not by electricity," the Shard explained.
"Ah. Well, that explains it," Zumatra said, as Zeligius nodded. Flicker also nodded his head, his ears flopping.
"It is very late, sirs and miss," Flicker suddenly said. "It is past midnight. Yous should head to bed."
"Flicker is right," Zeligius said. "But where are we supposed to sleep?"
"Flicker will show yous the way!"