Title: Three
Rating: T (it may change later on)
Disclamer: I own nothing, I just like to play with the pretty characters, so please don't sue.
Summery: Three is a powerful number, Harry should know he's part of a trinity.
Authors Note: This is just an odd idea that has been kicking me in the ear to just write it down, I may change some stuff but this is just an Idea.
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Silver glinted in the glow of the torches light. The precious metal encircled the pale throat and delicate wrists. White silk played along sensual skin, teasing all to just push the wide collar over the shoulder and taste the tempting skin revealed.
But no one dared to touch him, as he was one of the Chosen, the Chosen of Sight. He could read your mind and soul with his startling green eyes, with a single touch he would know your past, present, and future. His name was Hayden James Potter and he was one of the three Chosen that belonged to the Court of the Lord of Light Albus Dumbledore. His two counter parts were women and just as beautiful.
Hermione Jane Granger the same age as Harry, with her waist length chestnut curls and warm brown eyes, she was the Chosen of Knowledge within the court taking in what Harry showed her and remembering it to be written down.
Ginerva Molly Weasley, the Chosen of Empathy, she could feel your emotions and amplify them to levels that would bring insanity or she could suck you from all feeling. Her fiery red hair suited her intense personality and her playful sky blue eyes drew you into her trap.
Hayden, or Harry as he liked to be called by his precious few friends, sat in the ornate chair provided for the Chosen, he was covered from head to toe in his white sheer and heavy silks. His eyes covered by a heavy white cloth, so as not to alarm his Lords guests The Lord of Darkness Voldemort and his High Court, they had gathered with the Grey Lord who as purely neutral to resign the peace treaty.
He could feel the gazes on him, but did not move to acknowledge them. He knew Chosen were treated differently within the Dark Court. They were locked away for only the Dark Lord to see and use as he pleased, treated with little respect from the Nobles as their gifts were constantly in use and never resting feared for the power that they could wield.
When you became a Court chosen you became bound to that Lord until your death. Ginny sat to his left and Hermione to his right both wearing similar clothing as he as but theirs cut differently but it still covered them, both blind folded as well. He knew they were listening just as intently as he was.
"Welcome to my Court Lord Night, I invite good fortune on your stay and peace within your hearts." Dumbledore greeted as he stood from his throne.
"You have my gratitude for your welcome Lord Dawn and I wish luck within your court for may days to come." Voldemort returned the formal greeting.
With the ritual greeting out of the way, they both clasped each others wrists.
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Hopefully more comes to me