By now, everyone knows the story of Harry Potter, and his fight with the Dark Lord. Even muggles know to be excited at the sound of our hero's name. What no one seems to realize however, is that he didn't actually solve anything. He didn't stop the horror- there was a 9th horcrux.
While the hero was concerned with fighting Norwegian Ridgebacks, and which girl should he take to a ball, a destiny was being set for those who would clean up his mess. Four souls were being prepped for their upcoming battles in their own way. On one particular day, Harry had been having a miserable day. He'd been made to dance in front of the whole school, Hermione wasn't speaking to him, and unkown to him Rita Skeeter was readying her quill. But over 600 miles away, someone was having a far, far worse night.
"LET GO! LET GO OF MY ARM!"
"Restrain him already Healer Jezebel! We need to get the sedative into him!"
A small, five year old child strained against the healers pinning him to the ground. "NO! I don't like it! I want Mom! MOMMY!"
"Healer Jezebel!"
One of the female healers standing nearby, wand at the ready crouched down next to the little boy. Destyne, you need to calm down. The Healer is just trying to help you. It'll all be ok?" She reached out to try to calm him. As her hand made contact with his forehead, his hair lengthened around it turning midnight black and the healer fell back writhing and screaming. Immediately after, the other healers who'd been holding Destyne down were dropping all around him to writhe with Jezebel.
He stood, flames erupting from around his feet, the doctor's spells glancing off his skin that had taken on the color of steel. "I WANT MOMMY!" He screamed, the power behind it shoving the doctors back, several passing out. His eyes glowing red with the fires around him lit the passage as he turned towards the cowering healers. Reaching out he grabbed one, ignoring the adult's convulsions. "WHERE'S MOMMY!" The eyes flashed, and fire leapt from Destyne's hands along the doctor, instantly searing anything it touched like living Chimera fire. Spells glanced off him, striking the burning doctor as the head of the ward leapt up behind the child.
"CRUCIO!" Destyne dropped the doctor, screaming in absolute agony as he dropped to the ground, writhing much as the other healers had been. After a few moments the lead healer released the spell, but as soon as Destyne started to uncurl and move again, he hit the little boy with the curse again. This time, Destyne blacked out. The flames went out like a spent candle, and the screaming healers fell silent, released from their torments as the burnt healer was shuffled away. The lead healer glanced from side to side. "Not a word of this. To ANYONE. Get the boy into his new home. Use the chains- I don't need to come deal with your incompetence again."
"Yes Healer Aldulth" The other healers muttered, scooping up the child and hurrying along. "I know the child was a danger… But that was too far…" One of them muttered to Jezebel, who was supporting Destyne's head.
"Quiet! I don't need to get fired for talking about Alduth behind his back." She glanced up and down the hall nervously, as if he'd still be there. "That was…" She shuddered. "Look, let's just get this kid locked up, ok?"
"yeah, yeah… Please tell me his parents are coming to pick him up soon…"
Jezebel stared at the other healer. "What do you mean? He's living here now."
"But, he kept shouting for his-"
"She's dead, Max…" Jezebel sighed heavily. 'She's not coming to get him…"
"He doesn't know? That doesn't seem-"
"It's better this way. Don't tell him." Jezebel finished securing the magic-sapping chains around Destyne's wrists, and couldn't help the way he pulled at her heart, even after what had happened. She leaned down and gently kissed the little boy's forehead. "He can't ever know that he killed her."
That same night, much happier child was returning home after a sled ride with her neighbors. The youngest of the group a red headed child, her violet blue eyes caught something in the ally. The gloved hand let go of Ace, a boy whom she knew since she was a baby, to take off after the unknown creature. Her feeble legs took her as fast as she could, Running down the alley till the very end the creature running away scared from what it seemed like, but she cornered finely. It was a mangy black cat with a white slash of hair across its eye. She goes closer to the cat, crouching down to it, reaching out her tiny gloved hand, as the snow fell.
"It's Okays kitty, I want to help you."
It would sniff her, the black cat still looked suspicion of the little girl, and slowly reaching closer to the redheaded girl this time the Cat would lean against her and purrs loudly. She would scoop the cat into her arms wrapping around the cats chest his feet would dangle. Crunching of feet running towards the young girl, the boy from before stops a few feet from her, chocolate optics bore into the little girl's unique ones his Brown hair was a mess; Ace would smile brightly seeing he had found her. His breath was white, as he was panting from fallowing her.
"Kendra don't run off like that Moms worried sick," he breaths out.
"Sorry, Ace, but I couldn't leave him." She had a few tears in her eyes.
He would nod in agreement to the new friend Kendra had found, the bright green optics of the cat would shimmer. Ace would lead Kendra down the alley back to his family. The two parents seem to be happy to see their children back, a sigh of relief would escapes from Mrs. Cornell. Seeing the feline in Kendra's arms they both chuckled, as Mr. Cornell would pat the cats head and tell it was a lucky cat. Quickly they both told them to hurry, to get home out of the snow and the cold. It didn't take long after that to move to her parents the Salomon's. Of course Mrs. Salomon welcomes the Cornell's into their home, as little Kendra would run to her parents with the cat still held into her arms, as she squeaks in excitement.
"Mommy, Mommy! I found a cat!" She lifts the cat out of her arms to her parents
Her mother looked worried, Kendra was known for bringing strange animals into the house. Her father looking at the cat, it was for sure one of the most normal thing she had brought into the house. It was well known between the two families she was able to speak to animals, much like a human. But, even a unnatural gift in the wizarding world, the Neighbors are from. Her mother was just about to tell the little girl no for the 50th time that month. Her husband spoke up to Diana Salomon in a whisper tone only she could here.
"If we say yes to the cat she might not be too mad when we say no to the others."
Avery's wife nods in agreement to the thought before she decided to tell the young woman. Her eyes look to her neighbors, and smile she would lean down to Kendra's level looking at the mangy cat, she could tell that he needed a bath as well as to cut away any mats that formed. But, Kendra has been trying to get and pet ever since she started to walk. She would look at her neighbors and smiles leaning down to the cat and stroking it head. She would decide her husband was right on this matter, and the cat was one of the more normal critters she had brought home.
"Alright, you may keep it, but you got to take care of him, that means his baths, his litter box, everything."
Kendra yelps in enjoyment bring the cat back into her arms, as she would twirl on the spot, squeezing it till it squeaks out a meow for it to breath. She smiles brightly as she prances around the room, till she had the thought the cat needed a name. Her little brain worked to sort out names for the new family me member, she figured out with another squeaky voice,
"His name will be Duke,"
After she declared this, she would head towards the bathroom carrying the cat. She would pass her older sister. Edith Salomon wasn't particularly excited about her little sister's new pet. You could say She despise her little sister. The blonde haired older sister glares at her as she passed, but nothing could bring the spirits of the redheaded girl. Soon after Ace would fallow Kendra down the bathroom, knowing she would need a hand. Edith would speak her mind not letting her parents hear her annoyed remark.
"She gets a cat because she's special little freak," She would roll her Light blue optics and push back her blonde locks.
That night Duke the new house pet got a bath and cleaned up and feed well. But the Salomon Family didn't know whom that little girl brought home that night and how it will affect the rest of her life.
Back on the campus of our beloved Hogwarts, not everyone was attending the ball as actively as might be hoped. A tall, handsome boy with long brown hair was pulling a honey-blonde deeper into the edges of the forest, both trying to keep their laughter down. As they ducked behind another bush, he spun her around to hold her close, peering back at the tree. "I don't think we were followed." His voice was light and playful, with just the faintest hint of a feral purr. Without waiting for a reply, he kissed his companion for a few moments, before lightly teasing the side of her neck with light kisses.
The young lady with golden locks tries to hold her giggles as the young male pulls her, a large grin from ear to ear. She had taken the most handsome of men of her grade to the ball that night, and for her it would pay off. Being pinned by the brown haired male against the tree as she giggles softly at his sweet words, as she would nod eagerly as her champion would take her plush lips upon his own. Her hands wraps around his neck, as they tangle with his loosen hair. Till they trailed to the soft supple sink of her neck a soft moan, and shiver escapes her body.
He let his hands trail lower to rest on his most recent conquest's hips, as he leaned back to stare into her eyes. "I must be the luckiest boy in the world tonight, Ophelia. The smartest, hottest girl in the whole school here with me, when she could have anyone." He leaned in again, kissing her before leaning closer, pressing against her. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle."
Feeling his gentle touch upon her body as it aches for more, one of her fingers twirls his hair around it. Her own blue optics stare right aback at his, hungry for him. "Oh Alder, I'm the one who is lucky the most handsome man in the whole school, with me of all nights, I shall never forget this for sure." Once more Alder places his lips upon her own, as she would return the kiss. "I'm not worried Alder, take me as you please."
Alder nodded, his feral look hidden from her by his position as he pushed her down to her knees. "Well, if you insist. As long as you're sure you can really handle it. I mean, if it's easier, we can just go back to the party and focus on an elegant, chaste evening. Sarah could easily do what she's good for, and leave you and I free to-"
She would watch him with a smile, feeling him press her shoulder to her knees which she oblige, Feeling the harsh ground of dirt, against her bare knees. But him hearing speak of Sarah her rival, her eyes burn with fury of her name but spoke pleasantly to Alder, "Oh of course I'm capable of handling it." She would easily unzip his pants, pulling down low enough to remove his man hood. She would eagerly start to suck upon it, her eyes watching him to see his reaction.
Alder shut up, enjoying the results of playing off of her anger towards the other girl. He gave her a small nod of approval, before pushing her head further down. He leaned against the tree, partially keeping watch, and partially enjoying Ophelia's dedicated work. He didn't need some stupid teacher interrupting this like last week with Cassandra. He closed his eyes with a slight moan. He might just keep Ophelia around for a bit after tonight if she kept being this easy and skilled.
Ophelia, smiles in victory, but keeps up her motions to please him. She would passionately bob her head back and forth against him, taking all she could, and what she couldn't she wraps a porcelain hand around and kept with her pace. She would speed up more, once she herd him moan out.
The increase in speed was like a switch inside of Alder's overall-kind brain. He pulled away, and pushed Ophelia onto her back, spreading her open with his knees. It was time to finally put that little goody-two-shoes in her place and ruin that perfect reputation of hers. Without pausing, he pushed as far as he could into her, in his haste not even noticing the shoot he had pushed her onto.
Feeling him push her back onto the dirt mossy ground, seeing his eager expression, she smiles widely. Feeling him press against him, but at the same moment a shoot of a planted pressed against her shoulder, piercing through her skin. A few seconds, passed but that's all it took for the numbing of the poison to leak into the blood stream of its poor victim. Her face would lose its smile and leaves her lips, her pants of pleaser dims to pants of trying to gain air into her lungs.
"Don't worry, it'll get better in a second. I promise." Alder grinned cockily at Ophelia, completel oblivious to the fact that she was dying beneath him. As he thrust extra-hard, he was suddenly scooped up as a galloping of hooves sounded in the clearing, and physically thrown into a nearby tree. A loud crack came from his ribs, but he spun around instantly. "Fuck off, she's MINE!"
"Move out of the way young Foal!"
The Centaur male spoke his mane was bight golden white in the moons rays, and bright blue optics would pierce the male, but his hooves move about as he would return the former maiden. Moving her from the plant that pierced her skin sickly blood dripped from the shoots. He worked quickly, mixing herbs and other things for the barely breathing Ophelia, her body was still limp as ever and nothing made improvement. Her skin grows paler and paler by the second. It was a race against time for the Centaur.
The student moved back to the side of Ophelia, watching the centaur. He wasn't stupid- just manipulative, and he finally figured out something had gone wrong. "W-what's going on?" He carefully picked the plant she had gouged herself on. "What's this plant?"
The centaur was still working hard upon the girl, his eyes only moved for a second onto the young Alder, He would speak up, "Your 'prize' will be gone, if I do not hurry, and the plant is called Mors Sagitta."
"G-gone!" All of Alder's bravado was gone in an instant, and he was at Ophelia's side. "You can't die! You were never supposed to die! I just… I just wanted to…" He couldn't force the words out now, as he clung to Ophelia's weak hand. "Hang on there, Ophe…"
Ophelia's eyes open to see alder was right there, she would raise her hand up to him trying to reach his smooth skin but didn't have the energy to make it but she breathes out just enough to speak, "Oh… Al, I always love you, forever, I wish you reach the stars, please… do that for me…" Her last word muffled as she passes away, her body limp as her hand would fall from her reach, but her glazed optics still opened. The centaur male would bow his head down, in silence, knowing he did all he could to save her but it wasn't enough.
Alder, for the first time in his life, couldn't find words. For several long, excruciating minutes he and the centaur sat in silence by the dead girl, Alder's hand still tightly clasping Ophelia's hand, while the other stroked her hair absentmindedly. After a time, he found his voice. "I never meant for it to happen…" Despite the whisper he was using, the deathly silence that filled the clearing made it seem horribly magnified. "I never wanted it to be this way…" He stared from her, to the plant, to the spot on the ground where he'd penetrated her, clearly not taking it all in well. "I never want to see this plant kill someone again…" He picked it up, staring for a few moments, before rounding on the centaur. "You can cure it! Teach me! I'll do anything you say. Anything you want. Please… I…" he shook, not looking at Ophelia's open, accusing eyes. "I can't let her down twice…"
The blonde centaur, hooves the ground once more like his feet were antsy, his eyes staring at the stars above to get his answer. This would take some time of course; his gaze wouldn't return to Young Alder till much later, "I see, I was destined to teach the Teacher of fate, the stars have told me that you shall become my student, young foal… And I Firenze shall teach you, everything you will need to know."
Nonplussed but serious, Alder stood, taking the centaur's hand in a firm handshake. "Alder Lovage, sir… …Thank you." Without another word, he tenderly redressed and picked up Ophelia in a bridal style, walking back to the castle. On this single night, the new heroes fates had been set, whether they wanted them or not.
Hopefully you all enjoyed our first chapter. As you can probably tell, we're two writers- Alder and Des being one, and Kendra and... other characters being the other. We are open to any constructive criticism or praise.
We do not own Harry Potter or any related characters, but we DO own our OCs.