Disclaimer: I do not own either Harry Potter or the Thorn Queen, though the spider that lives under my toilet might.
This was inspired by a watercolor by Amy Brown entitled "Thorn Queen".
Harry Potter, Child of Thorns
After Rubeus Hagrid, the Keeper of Grounds and Keys of Hogwarts roared off on the ill-fated Sirius Black's motorcycle, after Minerva Mongonall, Deputy Headmistress and Transfiguration Professor of Hogwarts padded away on cat feet, and after Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorcerer, Chief Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confederation of Wizards, put back all the lights on Privet Drive, and wishing his well wishes walked away, only then as small breeze blew down that street, ruffling the leaves of the trees and the leaves of a Mrs. Petunia Dursley's rose bushes planted on either side of her doorstep on which now lay the Savior of the World and only after the breeze had past could it be seen that the rose bushes still shook. Slowly the plants vines reached out to touch over the sleeping baby boy on the doorstep, and even though it was too cold for roses to bloom, two beautiful blossoms opened where the vines touched. Just as quickly as they had bloomed did the petals fall from the blossoms but in their wake was a beautiful, ethereal woman.
Her wild black hair tumbled down her back and over her pale, bare breasts with their tight brown nipples, her face was at once aristocratic, and dreamy, and innocent, and heart wrenchingly beautiful. Her eyes were of a color of palest rose, the color of the garland of roses that rested low on her hips and the blossoms on the twisting vines that hung from it forming a long, trailing "skirt" that at once covered and revealed her legs and tiny bare feet. The woman bent at the waist to pick up the tiny baby and cuddled him close to her chest. Her formerly blank eyes warmed as she smiled at the tiny new bud in her arms.
She picked the letter out of the blankets and threw it into the air where it opened, and unfolded in front of her. She frowned in a way reminisce of a certain potions master turned spy, and made a hand motion that would have torn the letter to shreds but thought better of it. If the letter spoke the truth then her little bud would need to know. She banished the piece of paper away until she would need it and contemplated the house in front of her. She had known the baby would be left here and had contrived to secure the local before another of the fey could claim the babe but to her surprise the woman inside had took exceptionally good care of her roses despite their preordained healthiness. She found as the woman talked to the neighbors that she had always loved roses but was a horrible gardener which was why she was so exceptionally proud of the beautiful roses that had sprouted seemingly of their own accord, though the woman believed them to be the neglected plants of the last owner. The woman who had come from the roses thought of this and came up with a wonderful gift for the woman she was depriving of such a beautiful babe. The rose woman pulled one of the many rose petals from her hair and kissed it. Smiling she let it float right in front of the door as she knew the woman would be the first out the next day. From this time on the woman would forever have a special touch with roses but would continue to fail at all other plants. Nodding her head she once again smiled down at the babe in arms preparing to leave when she noticed the scar upon his forehead.
She frowned as a picture flew before her eyes showing that pain would come from this ugly touching of death and looked towards where the old white haired man had disappeared. She brought her hand to her waist and pressed hard on the thorns there and bringing a bloodied finger to the babe's forehead, traced the jagged scar. She pulled another petal from her hair and pressed it on the babe's scar then slowly used it to wipe away the blood and with it the scar. She smiled down at the small babe again and crushed the bloodied petal in her hand. Then, brushing the hair away from the face of her now perfect child, she and the babe disappeared in a whirl of rose petals.
Petunia Dursley and her family would never know about not having to raise her nephew. Albus Dumbledore wouldn't know until thirteen years later that his Marauder's child was not where he left him. Rubeus Hagrid didn't know he would be seeing the boy he had kissed goodbye again fairly soon as would Minerva Mongonall. The Thorn Queen had a baby.
Review please and yes I know I write strange although no one can tell me how exactly, although if you can please do enlighten me.
BTW your opinion should I skip Harry's growing up until first year and then just fill in the blanks with memories (which is the plan) or would you prefer some scenes from his childhood next chapter leading up to first year.
