The clouds curled in, a nasty storm swirling in their depths above the ornate castle up on the cliff. On the grounds, and in the town below people scuffle about, ducking heads as they travel to and fro, trying to get the last of everything packed up and inside so as not to be ruined by the heavy storm brewing. Harsh waves crashed into the stoney rocks of the cliff and over ran the docks, rising ever higher. This storm was not natural. This storm was conjured.
While the storm grew heavy in the clouds, a group of figures stood in a room off the war room of the castle, around a round table. On the table a crystal sat, with rough edges pointing out, like it was blooming like a blossom. It pulsed colorfully in sync with the thunder rolls in the clouds.
Standing above the crystal was a lone woman, her hair shifting colors just as the crystal does. A smile appeared on her luminescent face and she turned to the three men standing at the large wooden doors.
"They are called." Her voice was airy as she let her hands float down to her sides.
"Where Stella?" Uther asked. He was a tall tan man that had seen too much sun in the way of battle and training. His brown hair was cropped short and tufty, his beard trimmed and neat. Beside him was his brother—Octavious—who look much like him, though slimmer in size, and with longer hair. While Uther's eyes were glinted blue steel, Octavious' were softer slightly, more giving; the same but opposite.
"Through the northern mountains, in a lone village at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, there shall you seek them, there shall they be."
The third man beside the brothers clapped once, "Then let us leave." He was all bubbly excitement, his platinum blonde hair flashing fuchsia in his excitement.
"Calm," Uther urged him. "I will be forced to leave you at the lodgings if you can't calm yourself Elijah."
"You can't tell me what to do Uther Vendault," Elijah taunted childishly.
"Can't I?" Uther leaned into the slightly small body. Elijah smirked and sauntered out of the room leaving the brothers in his wake.
"He truly drives you to the breaking point brother," Octavious grinned.
Uther growled and took off after the wayward teacher.
Octavious smiled softly after him for a moment before briskly setting off to catch up, or else be left behind.
o~O~o
"Harry! Be serious," a girl with bushy brown hair called to the lithe boy charging ahead. He was in a rage, his ebony hair curling wildly around his frame, his green eyes dilated to large that you could only see the slightest hint of colored ring.
"No, Hermione," the boy—Harry—surged forward out of her tight grip on his arm, "this is the last time. I can't take it anymore. He will not attack my friends again."
"Ron attacked him first," Hermione pleaded.
"Yeah, but then Malfoy cursed Neville, whether accidently or not. I won't allow it Hermione."
Harry strode forward approaching the frozen lake; he could see Zambini and Parkinson ahead of him, trying to warn the blonde sitting still as frozen ice at the edge. Harry gave a savage grin as they reached him, prompting him to turn around sharply to see the threat at his back.
Harry stopped a foot away from him, fingering his wand, just as Malfoy did the same. Zambini and Parkinson backed up until they were standing alongside Hermione.
"The last time Malfoy," Harry's voice was cold, though his dilated eyes danced with hidden fire.
"I didn't do anything Potty," Draco drawled.
"I'm sure," Harry took a step forward.
A crowd was gathering behind their three companions.
"It was even me who hexed Longbottum accidently," Draco's tone was level, "maybe you should ask that weasel of yours, exactly who it was that put Longbottum in the hospital wing. Or better yet, Longbottum himself."
"I did."
"You asked the Weasel," Draco corrected.
"Yes," Harry sneered.
"He lied," Draco cocked his head to Hermione, "tell him it was not me."
"Do not talk to her," Harry's teeth ground together. He stood toe to toe with Draco, and made for an amazing picture, even if he was half a head shorter than the slightly more built blonde. He was all wild energy and grace. Draco also made for a brilliant image. Where Harry was slighter and athletically skinny, Draco was fit with rippling muscles, his magic reacting to Harry's own, tingling along his skin for all to see just as Harry's was. Though where Harry's magic was untamed, Draco's was carefully controlled. It made the crowd step back.
"I-I was trying to tell you Harry," Hermione cut in. "You wouldn't stop for me to tell you. You're not listening."
"I am through listening," Harry gritted out.
"So am I," Draco sneered with as much malice as he could muster, which admittedly wasn't as much as he thought he could.
They moved to bring their wands up, but then a clap of thunder roared to life in the churning clouds above. Hermione looked up with worried eyes just as they rain began to pour down.
There was another clap of thunder, just as lighting struck the middle of the lake. Parkinson was among the people that screamed. Harry and Draco made no movement, frozen to the spot just as the first thunder clap sounded. That's when it happened.
Lighting struck again, enveloping Harry. Hermione screamed just as Harry did. Draco was thrown back into the frozen lake, his back hitting the ice, shattering it. Zambini and Parkinson running for him as he was dragged under, as if by magic. Parkinson was already sobbing, just as Hermione took off for Harry.
As the Lightening pulled up, Harry was nowhere in sight, leaving behind ashen ground. Parkinson stopped at the edge of the lake, Zambini not stopping until he reached the hole in the ice ten feet in. He looked down into the black unforgiving depths. No sign of Draco. Hermione could hear the echoes of their screams.
"Gone," Hermione's voice was but a whisper as she picked at the burnt soil. The weather was starting to clear now, becoming the sunny day it was just a mere moments ago.
"What is going on here," Hermione, Zambini, and Parkinson looked up distraught, as the crowd parted for Professor McGonagall. Her lips were thinned, almost nonexistent. She was soaked to the bone, and obviously unhappy.
"Gone," Hermione whispered again. The professor stopped short.
The teacher softened at the sight of her distraught student. "Tell me Miss Granger."
"Gone," Parkinson sobbed.
McGonagall didn't know what to make of this. She turned to the crowd; she would get her answers.
o~O~o
Harry felt like he was floating. He daren't open his eyes, because the last thing he had seen was Draco as the blonde was shot away from him and plunging into the lake just as lightening and fire surrounded him fully. He could tell he was moving, though how fast or how slow was undetermined as he refused to open his eyes. The flames licked at his arm as electrical currents flew up his ankles and legs. He was enveloped in heat, though not burning from it. It was nice even, comfortable and safe. It ended to fast as he hit the ground hard, feeling something splintering underneath him as he tumbled across a stone floor. He lay there a moment before opening his eyes.
At first he was confused by what he saw. A bricked tunnel lay above him; he could even see a glance of the grey sky above him through the tiny opening.
"Huh," then he shifted, and heard a crackle.
Looking down he saw the fire still surrounded him, but what it was burning startled him, as he was lying on a pile of bones. Harry shrieked, though he will deny it to his last breath and scrambled out of the fireplace.
"Gross, so gross," Harry murmured as he dusted the bone pieces off himself, and patting down the flame on his shoulder. Luckily his cloths were only singed lightly. He heard a heave from beside him, cringing once more as he glanced at the bones. He had had an innate fear of them, along with graveyards and such in general, since last year and the triwizard tournament.
Sighing Harry straightened up and took in his surroundings. Just as he turned he saw Draco slumped over the side of a fountain, covered in something and breathing hard.
"Malfoy," Harry surged forward, to grab ahold of the blonde's arm, lifting the heavy body.
"What is this?" Draco asked, looking down at the red oozing substance clinging to his cloak.
Harry was quiet. He knew what it was once he had gotten closer.
Draco then leapt in the air and out of the fountain, "Is that blood? Am I covered in blood?"
Harry cringed as Draco's voice went up an octave. He didn't confirm or deny.
Draco hurriedly began to take his cloak off, thankful that most of the red ooze had stuck to the outer cloak rather than the clothes underneath.
"Where's my wand?" Draco then looked to Harry.
That was when it struck Harry. He patted himself down, checking his pockets. His wand wasn't there. He rushed over to the pile of bones in the fire place. What he found made him whimper slightly. There his wand lay, burnt and only an inch or so left, the phoenix feather frayed and sticking out of it. His wand was no more. Pocketing the feather he left the wood, and turned to Draco.
"My wand is extra crispy, you?" Harry asked Draco.
Draco was searching the gory pool and coming up empty. "I think mine was lost in the lake, not even making it to this fountain." Draco turned to look at Harry. "And can I say not my favorite way to travel. I was floating in water, and could breathe the stuff in; disconcerting really."
"Try floating in flames, and not burning but still feeling the heat." Harry muttered.
"Hmm…" Draco turned around to observe the room they were in. It was a decrepit church by the looks of it. A shattered alter up beyond the pews to their left, the fountain sitting broken just before the pews. "I blame you for this."
"Me?" Harry was getting angry, his eyes dilating again.
"Yes, these things are always your fault." Draco sounded entirely too smug, his statement truer then Harry would have liked.
"I hate you," Harry growled.
It was another moment before Draco asked, "What are we going to do now?"
Harry's tense shoulders sagged under the weight of the question, "I don't really know." It was so unusual for them to be able to speak civilly. Though thinking about Harry realized, they had been at least civil to one another in conversations… just before Ron butted in. Then things became hostile. So they were missing the instigating factor. The thought did nothing to make Harry feel better. Harry took a breath then, "Malfoy?"
Draco glanced at him. "Yes?"
"What you said about Ron…" Harry trailed off, he couldn't finish.
"Believe it or not Potter, I did not attack him, or even Longbottum accidently," Draco huffed.
"I-" Harry looked Draco, "I believe you."
"You do?"
Harry shrugged, "Once I cooled off, and thought a minute, Ron tends to start things with you, I don't think you have actually instigated things since second year." Harry turned away from him. "Last year when we weren't speaking, I don't remember a time when you actually instigated anything with me." Harry crossed his arms.
"Finally realized then," Draco said.
Harry was turning to Draco, to say that he had more than enough time to think about it while covered in flames when the rotting doors of the church heaved in as something rammed it. Another heave, and they burst in, one of the double door half coming off its hinges.
"Your Majesties," a man with medium length chestnut hair spoke coming forward, only a brawnier man of the same decent following. A group of soldiers, by the looks of them, standing guard outside. "It is an honor to finally greet you."
"Potter?" Draco said, stepping back to where Harry was a few feet away.
"I don't know Malfoy," Harry shook his head, confirming he didn't understand the man either.
"They don't seem to understand us," the brawnier man with shorter tufty hair observed. He reminded Harry of Snape with his demeanor. "Another language then, and hopefully we can convey enough to get them to Elijah to perform the mind magic necessary for them to understand." He said this to his companion.
The other man nodded. "Pouvez-vous comprendre cela Majesté?" He spoke slowly to them, though they still didn't seem to comprehend. "No, how about-Riesci a capire questa Maestà?" Again no comprehension, he turned to the figure next to him, "Maybe they will understand the language I learned from their world? Vos potestis intellegat hoc majestatis?"
They drew back, both of them at once.
"Why are they speaking in spells?" Draco's hushed whisper seemed harsh.
"I think they are trying to talk to us," Harry offered, though cautious. Shaking his head, Harry thought, one shouldn't speak words of power in such a manner.
"Uther they recognized the language I think, but didn't understand completely." The man smiled softly at the pair. They seem very close, that would be good if they could draw strength from one another. "Do you know any other languages other than the ones I have tried?"
The brawny man—Uther—nodded. "One, though not fluently."
"Better than nothing."
§King and Queen…§ he gestured at them. Harry cocked his head. §We welcome yous§
"Did you understand that?" Draco asked. "Was that parseltongue?"
Harry nodded, "yeah, though his pronunciation is off, and the accent was off."
Draco jerked his head at them. "What did they say?"
"He said 'King and Queen, we welcome you.'"
"Ask him what that means," Draco hissed at him, "and what they want with us." Draco's patience was waning.
Harry nodded. §Hello.§
Uther jerked back and looked sharply at Harry, muttering under his breathe to Octavious, "He understood me."
Harry continued, §what did you mean by 'King and Queen'? And what isss it that you want of usss?§
§Majesssty, yous be Queen,§ Harry choked, §he is King. I am Uther, thisss isss my brother Octavioussss, we guard yous till our life no longer. We have waited long… your arriving told… before.§ Uther stumbled over the unfamiliar words. §We need to get yous Majessstiesss to safe… Teacher there, help you open mind to ssspeak more.§
"Potter? Harry, what is it?!" Draco didn't even notice his slip of tongue.
"He," Harry pointed at Uther, "Called me a queen, and you a king. They said that they are out guards, that if I understood right, that we have been prophesized in coming here. They want to get us to safety." Harry said.
"They realize you're a man right?" Draco snorted amused before whipping the smile from his face and staring at the pair coldly. "Can we trust them?"
"A thing about the snake language is that you can't actually lie when speaking it. You have to be really good with words to get artfully around the truth. He," Harry gestured at Uther, "Isn't nearly as versed in the language to even remotely have to ability to bend truths with long winded words and complicated sentences."
Draco still eyed them. "Let them lead the way then. Hopefully there will be someone else there to help us better understand the situation."
Harry gave a short nod, then turned to the brothers, §Lead the way.§
It took a while to reach the lodgings, Harry and Draco bone tired from the whole affair, riding in a covered cart meant for hauling goods between towns. Harry sat at the edge of the cart looking out, the man Uther, walking behind it, and a formation of guards behind him. Octavious was further in the cart sitting beside Draco.
The cart was bumping along on a gravel road, hauling them through a town much like Hogsmead in layout, only more broken down, and less lively then even Knockturn Alley. They pulled to a stop in front of what looked like a small lodgings place, two stories high. It was by far the nicest place in town. When Draco saw it he sneered.
Harry was the first out of the cart, Draco following sedately, as Uther bowed to them.
§We are sssorry Majestiessss,§ his head was bowed as he spoke to them, Draco moved closer to Harry as he paused, §thisss… bessst we can offer… to sssleepss.§
§It is fine,§ Harry looked up at the two story cottage made bar and lodgings. Under his breathe he said, §far better than I am used to on a regular basis,§ think Uther couldn't hear him.
He turned to Draco, "This is where we are going to stay for the night."
"Harridan! Draco! Your Majesties it is such an honor," Harry and Draco turned to see a man that was of slighter build then the two guards bowed before them, though just as muscled. He had a sharp rectangular face, mischievous eyes, and his lip held a soft smile. As he came forward his teal hair began to change to a soft lavender.
"Harridan?" "How do you know our names?" Harry and Draco asked at the same time.
"Another story for another time," the man said simply his white cloak billowing out from him as he came down the steps.
"My name is not Harridan," Harry said.
"Yes it is," Draco turned to him.
"No it is not, and how would you know?"
"Have you never looked at your family tapestry?" Draco asked.
"No," Harry ventured.
"I have seen the Black tapestry, as my mother was a Black, your father's mother was a black as well, and under her name was James – your father – and under his is yours: Harridan James Potter-Black. You're the Black heir as well as the Potter. Did no one tell you?" Draco recited.
"No," Harry was looking at him, his eyes wide.
"I hadn't known you were unaware," Draco offered.
"Yeah so you could rub it in my face. 'Oh Potty, did you know your named after a bossy old crone? Ha Ha.' Hilarious."
"No, I would have contacted your next of kin in the wizarding world, which is your godfather if I am not mistaken, than it is my mother, though that is distantly, and had them correct the grievance. A lord who knows nothing of his power is a lord led astray." Draco recited again.
Harry looked at him for a moment before nodding, "okay." He wasn't sure whether to believe Draco or not. He turned to the man who could speak their language, "and how is it you can speak to us, and why can't they, unless it's in garbled parseltongue?"
If possible, the man grinned wider, "another story for another time. Now come, let us get you inside and into a change of clothes. Then all shall be explained." He paused for a moment as he turned around, "and Majesty, your name in our language means bringer of lightening and fire, as well as destroyer."
"And my name?" Draco had to ask.
"Ice dragon and dignitary actually, very similar in meaning to your birth world's yes." Then the man skipped off, leaving Harry and Draco to follow.
§No mind the teacher,§ Harry heard Uther say, §he hasss little mannerissmsss.§
Harry laughed, and Draco gave him a sidelong look.
They were led to two separate rooms, each containing a tub of hot water and clothes for them to change into.
Draco huffed silently as Uther and Harry turned off into one room, and he was being led to another. He wasn't fond of the idea of being separated from the only person he actually knew in this place? Other world? Different reality?
And he did know Harry… more then he would ever admit. He had been fantasizing about the boy since he was four, and watching his every move since he was eleven. He had stopped antagonizing him, hoping that the oblivious raven would notice, only for his plans to be dashed by the Weasel. But Harry knew now. Maybe this would give him the opportunity to show him just how much better Draco is then his current best friend. Draco could only hope.
Octavious stood by the door, unmoving and in guard position as Draco walked through and into the room. His guard followed, closing the door behind them. The room was a moderate size, and the bed was nice enough looking, and a double. In the middle of the room was a tub of steaming water.
Draco cringed, it was so plebian. He missed his full bathroom at the Malfoy Manor. Turning he made a motion at Octavious to turn around, which the man didn't get right away.
"Are you slow?" Draco huffed, "Turn sodding around, privacy is common courtesy. Emphasis on common, so you should be more then aware of it."
The man finally got it and turned slowly to face the door. Draco took his chance and undressed before slipping into the water, making note of the small table beside it containing a pitcher and smelling salts. He grabbed to wash cloth on the edge and went to work.
In the next room Harry wasn't having as much luck. Uther refused to turn around, even when told to in parseltongue, stating that he was here to watch over his Majesty. To Harry it seem as if the man was afraid that if he let Harry out of his sight for even a second he would be snatched up and stolen away.
Harry huffed and turned his back on the man, just having to deal with the uncomfortable feeling of being watched. With his back turned he didn't see how Uther's eyes widened at the sight of his scars littering his back. Uther was overcome with rage for a moment, before taking a deep breath letting it out slowly. He would find out who had dared hurt his queen, and there would be hell to pay.
Harry slipped into the heated water and quickly grabbed at the cloth and the salts, wanting to get this done as soon as possible. Looking around the room he saw that this was a meeting room, with a long table and chairs pushed up against the side. He wondered where he was to sleep. On the floor? Hopefully they at least give him blankets. He shrugged, he had, had worse.
Sitting back as he scrubbed he thought about Draco. Maybe he had jumped to the wrong conclusions earlier when he went to confront him. It isn't like Ron hadn't set him on unsuspecting people before, when Ron himself had been the culprit the whole time. Like the time when Seamus and Dean had gotten in a row with Ron. Of course Ron told him that they started it, saying that they had talked about Harry first, and he was just sticking up for him. A year later he found out that it was Ron who started it, saying something about Seamus' mother that set the boy off. And boys will be boys when fighting, so Seamus and Dean said things they didn't mean about Harry and Hermione. When he found out it was already too late, he had alienated himself from the other boys in his dorm by then, after telling them off viciously. Ron wasn't a very good friend, he had been thinking lately; especially not after the tournament last year.
So reevaluation was needed. Thinking back, he realized that Draco hadn't actually started a fight with him for years, only retaliating against Ron, but never Harry himself, unless it was to get into a physical fight. And Harry didn't want to think about the reason behind that. He really, really wasn't ready to think about that… or how he felt about that in return. He sighed and put the wash cloth over the side of the tub.
When he was done he looked to Uther, §Am I supposed to wear my clothes?§
§No, your Majesty. Your new clothes are set for you on the table.§
Harry looked over at the table, which was the farthest from him that it could possibly be. He cringed, and then grabbed the towel hurriedly wrapping it around his hips and making fast movement toward the table. On the table Harry saw his new cloths sitting laid out and waiting.
He hurriedly put on the underwear, which was silk and far too much like what a woman to wear for him to even contemplate. Next were the pants… that weren't pants at all but rather tights, really tight black tights. Then came the red silk tunic that looked like lingerie type robe that had no buttons. How was he supposed to wear this?
§Sire you use the belt,§ Uther said seeing how his charge was getting flustered.
Harry turned to glare at him. He grabbed to wide black belt and wrapped it around his waist, the tunic, falling nicely on his skin, the sleeves billowing out. Okay so it wasn't so bad.
Pulling the socks on next, he grabbed the soft black leather boots that came up to about mid-calf, and tied them snuggly.
He turned back to his old cloths reach for his pants before he forgot, and grabbed his phoenix feather. Only now he didn't have pockets to put it in. Well shit.
Harry fell back on his heels as he thought about what to do with the feather. He certainly wasn't throwing it away. He looked around the room, Uther watching him curiously, to see if there was anything that would help him. There by the fire place was a basket.
He walked over to it to see yarn and string, Harry smiled. Crouching down he pulled at a bit of black string and broke it loose from the bundle. He then promptly tied the feather to a middle layer of his hair on his left side. That should do it.
Uther looked on and tilted his head. From what he had observed his future queen was a bit quirky, and not by a little bit.
He stood and walked over to the curious Uther, nodding at him that he was ready to go.
Stepping out into the hall behind the man, Harry noticed his blonde companion was also leaving his room. He stopped dead as he caught site of the blonde, and was entirely to glad that his wrap tunic thing was a bit loose and billowed out around his hip.
Draco was wearing snug navy ezio pants, an ice blue silk swordsman shirt tucked in, that billowed around his arm but fit snuggly around his wrist, a white Elizabethan leather vest with ebony buttons and black detailing, and knee high black leather boots. The blonde's hair was loose and free of the gel, falling in waves neatly around his face, his grey eyes stormy, and his patience gone.
Draco's reaction to Harry was much the same, though he didn't freeze totally. Somehow he was able to keep his wits and keep moving toward the smaller boy. He then noticed a the feather in Harry's hair.
"A bird in your room Potter?"
"Wha-" Harry didn't know what he was talking about for a second before remembering, "No just what's left of my wand. This outfit doesn't have any pockets so I improvised."
"Your core then," Draco nodded.
"Yeah," Harry was quiet. The loss of his wand hurt him deeply. Draco sympathized, he felt lost without his wand. Harry hummed for a moment, "What do you think they want with us?"
Draco looked to their guards, he still wasn't sure if they were to protect, or to keep them from escape. "I am not entirely sure; from what you said they called us King and Queen. Now where we are from that means rulers, but here I haven't a clue if it is the same. Does he keep calling you Majesty?" Draco nodded to Uther.
"Yeah, both of us actually, I can't say that I like it."
Draco sneered, he could say something mean that would set Harry off. Like 'what being royalty not good enough Potty, are you craving more?' He held off though. This was neither the time nor place to turn his only semi ally into an enemy. At least not so soon after Harry realizing Draco isn't as bad as he had thought in the past.
Even if an enraged Harry made for a beautiful image. To be honest Draco loved Harry's temper, though he preferred it angled at someone else. Secretly he hoped one of these men set Harry off.
Cringing at the direction his thoughts had taken, Draco straightened and made to usher Harry to the stairs. Hopefully that man would better explain.
Harry huffed, his annoyance clear at Draco's stoic behavior as he walked down the flight of stairs, Uther in front of them, Octavious behind.
He wanted answers damn-it.
They were lead to a private dining room, steaming plates and dishes littering the lone long table. The man from before was standing beside a cart that held a pitcher of water along with other odds and ends.
He bowed. "Your Majesties."
Harry had had enough. "Stop calling us that!" He took a step forward. Draco watched in increasing excitement. "Now," Harry's voice was iced over, "you will explain exactly what is going on, and what it has to do," he waved his hand between himself and Draco, "with US."
"I second that," Draco hummed. Maybe he was a little too excited. Harry sneered back at him.
"Sit, Harridan, Draco, and I shall explain all." The smile left the overly joyous man's face. Draco had to admire that. Not many could stand up against the brunt of Harry, let alone smile through it. Harry let out a roar and sat to the right of the head of the table, Draco taking that seat next to him. Uther and Octavious were by the door in guard stance.
Harry ignored the food, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at the unknown man. Draco took a bit of what looked like chicken but tasted of beef. It was good but he had no desire to know what animal it came from.
"Sit and explain!" Harry demanded, taking charge. Draco was okay with letting him. Harry had much more experience in situations like these, nearly five years of it that Draco knew of.
The man sat two seats down and on the opposite side of the table from Harry. Smart man, even if he was smiling in the face of what was probably his emanate death.
He cleared his throat. "Let me introduce myself." Ah so he had a name, Draco thought. Harry just growled. Draco will not think of what that does to his body. "My name is Elijah Luthor. My father was married to Lord Crifus Potter, my mother." Harry sucked in a breath. "My mother remarried Lord Ara Malfoy. I have two younger half siblings, a brother Alnair and a sister Mimosa. Both of them died nearly four years ago. I am head teacher of the Daemon Regnum, or Demon Kingdom. I am here to introduce you into this world, and hopefully make the adjustment easier."
"All you did was give us your name and your life story, probably to lead us astray from the true topic. I acknowledge that you are related in some way to Harry and through marriage of on your Mother's part to me. Now what is it that you want from us?" Draco cut in seeing Harry frozen.
"You are very quick for a youngster," Elijah smiled, not deterred in the least. "Very well. But in order to tell explain fully I shall need to tell you a story." Draco nodded and Harry sat back. "There was once a young boy age seven, and a young girl, age five. They were beautiful, and so special for such young children; far more powerful than anyone person before them. They were meant to be the next Royals in their next life as said by our deity. The first and only mated pair granted such an honor. We had thought that they would be given a full and happy life that they were to be granted a loving childhood and life with no weight on their shoulders of the kingdom that they were prophesized to raise."
"Stupid fate," Harry mumbled.
"It was not meant to be; little did we know that that was not meant to be. They were killed in the dead of night, both with slit throats, helpless." This was the first time the smile dropped off the man's face. "So their ruling would be far closer in years than expected, as they were to be reborn and given the title, just as the Mother specified. But we knew that if such a thing were to happen, that if we wanted the great kingdom foretold that we would have to send the souls to another world connected to our own, to protect them until they could have protected themselves.
"Their souls were entrusted to a young man, a teacher, who was to usher them to the other world safely and find them a home with loving parents. The Demon King in your world led him first to the Malfoys, who had been having trouble conceiving, and then the Potters, who were powerfully magical; the Malfoys receiving the King or Maoh, and the Potters the Queen or Gijoo. The teacher stayed until both boys were born, an seen healthy and happy, before he was called back to his own world by the Mother. Recently the Maoh has been assassinated, and so we were made to call our new monarchs to us, years earlier than we had planned." He clasped his hands together. "Any questions?"