The young boy, bruised as he was scrawny, sat crying quietly in his cupboard. Today was his fifth birthday, and his cruel relatives had given his a thrashing for asking to not have to do chores today. It was a bitter experience for the youth. He had become hopeful after his last birthday, when he had received a small handkerchief while he had been crying in his cupboard like he was now. He did not know who had given him the hanky, it had appeared out of thin air after all, but he swore he had felt someone hug him when he had finished blowing his nose. That couldn't have been his imagination; he still had the hanky to prove it after all. However, deep down he had hoped it had been from his relatives, impossible as it was… He gave another sniffle wondering why he was so insignificant to the world.
"Oh little one…" cooed a voice in sadness. Startled the boy looked up, searching for the source of the noise. "Who's there?" he asked timidly, hoping the doctors weren't the ones speaking to him. His uncle had told him that they would come and lock him up with bad people … he didn't want to be locked up with more than one Uncle Vernon! He cringed in fear at the thought.
The voice let out a gentle sigh. "I am one who is here to help…" the voice told him as a golden light filled his cupboard. He winced at the brightness, he had not been out of his dark cupboard since early that morning; and his eyes were not accustomed to the sudden light.
As the glow dimmed he was able to see an elegant woman crouching to avoid hitting her head on the low ceiling. She was very pale with black hair that flowed gently past her waist, bound back in a simple braid with a few strand falling loose.
She was garbed in a white toga and old Greek sandals. A beautiful woman that many had vied for. But all the young boy saw was her kind silver eyes that seemed to shine with kindness, and her soft smile; both of which were directed (to his surprise) at him.
She spoke in a soft voice "I am the oracle, goddess of time. I am here to help you fulfill your destiny." "Destiny?" the boy questioned. "Yes, you were born to be great little one. You were born to save the world from Voldemort, and give peace and guidance to a fearful world. She told him softly. "But, I can't do anything, 'm not important. I'm just Harry the freak." He tried to explain to her, not wanting to disappoint this nice lady. He thought his efforts had been in vain as her eyes dimmed in sadness.
"I should have helped you sooner, but my power is limited in this plain and I must store energy until there is enough. There is now enough and I can send you away to be loved and trained. I know you are Harry little one, but you are also the student of time, and the heir of Merlin. However, you are not a freak. You my child are special and you will change the world for the better." She sternly explained to him.
"It is time for you to go now, he has just arrived home." "Go where?" little Harry questioned. She looked at him in surprise before her expression softened. "You are going to your new home, away from the Dursleys." She told him. His eyes grew wide with excitement at the notion. "Now gather everything you want to bring with you." He looked around the small space in contemplation before pulling out a small pouch that jingled with coins he had collected. He then reached under his pillow and pulled out the hanky he had received the previous year. It was once again white since he had snuck the small piece of cloth into the laundry. He held it protectively as he looked back at the woman and nodded. He did not notice the small gasp she had given when he had pulled the item out, or the tears that she was viciously suppressing. He took her hand, and the strange woman and the abused boy vanished from the era.
In which, an old wizard had just been pulled from the pile of documents in front of him by a shrill whistle. His eyes widened when he beheld the particular device that was demanding attention; before he ran from his office all the way to the gates. Where he apparated away. When he returned, his announcement would shake the Order of the Phoenix; the rest of the world however, would remain ignorant of the fact that Harry Potter was missing.
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