Ello everyone!! Anyways, I'm gonna write another fic, I know I never
finished the previous one, but hey, hopefully, this one will end
up.finished?.Ahh well.
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Skysong does not own anything character (or animal, or magical being, or place.etc.) that is found dwelling within the Harry Potter Series by J.K Rowlings. However, anything else (including the plot) is mine.All mine.MUHAHAHAHAHAHA.*cackle*
Ok.I'm fine...lol.hmm.if I feel nice, I'll post Chapter 1 with the prologue.I'll see.*grin wickedly* DISCLAIMERDISCLAIMERDISCLAIMERDISCLAIMERDISCLAIMERDISCLAI
The Awakening of the Silver Mist Dragons
By Skysong
Prologue
Since the beginning of time, the forces of good and evil has always been at each other's necks. Since the beginning of time, war between the two forces raged, each strove to overcome the other. Every ten years there was a period of dark reign, followed by a defeat, followed by ten years of peace, followed by ten years of battle and ten years of light reign and the cycle then starts again; darkness, defeat, peace, war, light. But, once, every thousand years, a true dark lord awakes. Born of the blood moon at the last stroke of midnight, he is an incarnate of the devil. The master of the demons beneath. Born with the awakening of the Slayer dragon. And, once that happens? The champion of light is destined to defeat him and destroy the dark forces. Born of the pearl moon, on the first stroke of midnight, this champion is born to fight, often at a great and terrible cost.love.though without it, he would not succeed. (Eugh!.sappy.I know..i know)He is born with the Silver Mist dragon in his veins. These two dragons, Silver Mist and the Slayer were of no common breed. One of pure light, one of the shadows. Of course they can't directly interfere with the lives of the mortals they protect, but they do the best to help, and destroy their counterpart.
Why am I saying this?.well, the time has come. Somewhere, in a distance mountain side, in a cave, lit by the glowing crystals filled with pure power, rested an egg. The egg was roughly the size of a muggle car. White, speckled in silver. It started rocking, slowly at first, but then faster and faster until the stalactites (err.I think that's what you call them.you know... the ones sticking to the ceiling) sung out urgent tunes in protest. The egg stopped rocking, and a crack appeared, damaging the immortal perfection of the egg. Mist enveloped the egg, caressing it with long cool fingers.
Come.come.awaken.
A silver snout peeked from the growing crack in the egg.
Come.come.awaken my child.It is time.destiny.destiny.
Large dark green eyes peeked out of the cracked eggshell.
"Mama?.mama?."
Yes.but.Mama's gone.cannot.stay.destiny.fulfil you destiny.Mama.must.
"Nooo.Mama stay!"
.leave.bye.I'll be.
A loud inhuman sob echoed about the cave. (A/N: err.)
..always.with you.
(A/N: Ok.I feel nice.here's the first chapter as well.)
Chapter 1: Forgotten Birthdays.
14 years and 364 days into the future. 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.
"WAKE UP YOU STUPID GIT!!"
Harry Potter winced as he rolled over on his back and sat up, massaging the vast variety of bruises inflicted on him during the past few weeks of summer holidays.
"YOU DON'T WANT ME TO COME UP THERE DO YOU?!?!"
"Ok.I'm coming, I'm coming!"
"YOU BETTER BE!!"
Harry sighed as he pulled on a "hand-me-down" shirt and examined his reflection in the murky waters of Hedwig's water bowl.
"Great.another black eye."
Harry closed his eyes and concentrated, spending all summer locked inside your bedroom has allowed him to do several things.including wandless magic. Slowly a pale purple glow emitted from his fingertips, the light spread, up his arm.all over his body until he was a faint purple light bulb. An illusion appeared, hiding all scars, bruises and the dark circles under his eyes. Of course, when someone touched him, the illusions will break, he had not mastered wandless magic that far.
"BOY!?!?!?!."
Sighing, he rushed down the stairs towards the kitchen.
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"How dare you be late you insolent fool!?!" Uncle Vernon's large quivering mass seethed quietly.
"Sorry uncle."
"You better be." An oversized fist slammed into the side of his face sending pain twitching along his side of his face, he didn't even flinch, "Now.go make breakfast."
"Yes, Uncle Vernon." came a mumbled reply, scars reappeared as the illusion slowly disappeared. He turned towards the frying pan.
Petunia gave and inwards grin, they had finally broken the stupid child into an obedient slave, .good.
"Ding, Dong, Ding, Dong!"
Vernon cursed under his breath as he sidled towards the door. He peeked outside.
"We are not buying and raffle tickets, donating to charity, or buying anything.so leave now or I'll call the police," the heavy wooden door slammed back into place.
"Ding Dong."
The door opened again.
"Are you deaf, I said."
"No, no, I'm here to collect Harry."
"Sorry, he's not going."
Arthur Weasley frowned slightly and pulled out his wand.
"Unfortunately, I have to take him."
Uncle Vernon paled slightly at the long wooden stick that was pointed at him, "I'll.I'll g-g-get him." he bolted inside.
~~~
Harry leapt out of the door, dragging a trunk in one hand and Hedwig in the other. His illusions were quickly slapped back on. He didn't want Ron or Hermione fussing over him when he was finally free.
"So Harry, how's life?" Ron said grinning when Harry climbed into the ministry car Mr Weasley borrowed for the occasion.
"Ahh.nothing." Harry said firmly, almost a bit too firmly.
"Harry?.Is there something you're not telling us?.why haven't you replied to our mail."
Harry blinked.mail?.he frowned, no mail had arrived during the past 3 weeks of summer.
"Well...I didn't receive it.How was your summer?" he quickly changed the subject.
"Err.it's ok."
Harry frowned, his friends were definitely hiding something.
"You two, what are you guys hiding?"
"Nothing.what makes you think of that Harry?"
" Well." Harry smirked, "for starters.you two are unusually quiet."
Ron looked like he was about to protest, "Oh and what's wrong ."
"and." Harry grinned, "you two are holding hands,.about time."
Ron and Hermione turned into various shades of red.
"Err.ahh...we're here." Hermione changed the subject again, Harry noticed but let it pass, and they were still hiding something. but what?
~~~
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY!!!"
Harry was swept into a large hug, he blinked, "huh?"
Hermione grinned, "Come on, don't tell me you forgot it's your birthday tomorrow.we decided we give you an early birthday present,.Mr Weasley has to work tomorrow!"
My birthday?.and I forgot.damn.
"BEEEP!!!."
Mr Weasley who was inspecting a party hat with interest spun around, when he saw Harry his face broke into a grin.
"Ahoy there Harry, sorry, you can't come in the house until all wands, wards, spells are taken off the person.new ministry regulation for heads of ministries." he pointed to what looked like one of those muggle detectors for weapons at airports.
"Dad got promoted a week ago." Ron whispered cheerfully then passed through the security check.
Harry shrugged then followed, he hit an invisible wall. Frowning, he tried again, same result. By this time, Mr and Mrs Weasley had already walked over to him.
"You sure you have no wand on you.hmm.maybe.finite incartem."
Inwardly, Harry cursed and scowled."
"Oh my Harry, what happened?" Mrs Weasley started fussing over his bruises, poking her wand occasionally, "how come you're so thin, and...What's all the bruising?"
"It's nothing Mrs. Weasley, I fell down the stairs." Harry protested, glad that his bruises were gone but Mrs Weasley only frowned.
"Fell down the stairs eh?.Next time owl me so I can send you some Bruise-B- Gone ointment, ."
"Harry!" A tall black hair man drew Harry into a hug.
"Sirius.but.Dementors.Ministry."
"No problems, Arthur and Molly know,." a mischievous grinned appeared on his face, "I have something to show you.well, give you actually.come."
"Sirius Black,.did you know that your godson here."
"Aww.tell me later Molly,."
"Good Evening Mr Potter," a familiar chuckle sounded out behind the group.
"Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape!"
Snape scowled and turned to inspect his glass of what muggles call "coke".
"Albus, Harry had."
"There, there Molly, tell us later.anyone tried one of these things.muggles call them "corn chips"."
"Really?" Arthur Weasley grinned interested.
"Oh,...talking about muggles, I heard this joke the other day, it's about this muggle, a toad and a bar.you see."
"Headmaster." Professor McGonagall stifled a snort of laughter, "maybe we should start on the food now?"
Harry peered at his teachers, all looked weary, Voldemont., dark rings rippled out from under their eyes and they seemed to have twice the amount of wrinkles compared to last time.Sirius too,.they all looked tired.
"BEEP!!BEEP BEEP!! BEEP!! BEEP BEEP!!"
Albus Dumbledore pulled out what seemed to be a small red box, decorated in gold with a picture of a phoenix in flight brimmed in flames. "Accept call," Dumbledore whispered.
The head of a middle aged man with a bad haircut appeared, a cut above his eye was oozing with blood, his badly styled hair was a charred mess.
"Diggle...what's the matter?"
The head turned around warily, glancing behind him as if to check for attackers, he opened his mouth to speak.
A dagger decorated in black skulls and red rubies sprouted from his chest.
His eyes rolled into his skull.
"Hogsmede.Death Eaters.Attack." the head disappeared with a pop.
DISCLAIMERDISCLAIMERDISCLAIMERDISCLAIMERDISCLAIMERDISCLAI
Skysong does not own anything character (or animal, or magical being, or place.etc.) that is found dwelling within the Harry Potter Series by J.K Rowlings. However, anything else (including the plot) is mine.All mine.MUHAHAHAHAHAHA.*cackle*
Ok.I'm fine...lol.hmm.if I feel nice, I'll post Chapter 1 with the prologue.I'll see.*grin wickedly* DISCLAIMERDISCLAIMERDISCLAIMERDISCLAIMERDISCLAIMERDISCLAI
The Awakening of the Silver Mist Dragons
By Skysong
Prologue
Since the beginning of time, the forces of good and evil has always been at each other's necks. Since the beginning of time, war between the two forces raged, each strove to overcome the other. Every ten years there was a period of dark reign, followed by a defeat, followed by ten years of peace, followed by ten years of battle and ten years of light reign and the cycle then starts again; darkness, defeat, peace, war, light. But, once, every thousand years, a true dark lord awakes. Born of the blood moon at the last stroke of midnight, he is an incarnate of the devil. The master of the demons beneath. Born with the awakening of the Slayer dragon. And, once that happens? The champion of light is destined to defeat him and destroy the dark forces. Born of the pearl moon, on the first stroke of midnight, this champion is born to fight, often at a great and terrible cost.love.though without it, he would not succeed. (Eugh!.sappy.I know..i know)He is born with the Silver Mist dragon in his veins. These two dragons, Silver Mist and the Slayer were of no common breed. One of pure light, one of the shadows. Of course they can't directly interfere with the lives of the mortals they protect, but they do the best to help, and destroy their counterpart.
Why am I saying this?.well, the time has come. Somewhere, in a distance mountain side, in a cave, lit by the glowing crystals filled with pure power, rested an egg. The egg was roughly the size of a muggle car. White, speckled in silver. It started rocking, slowly at first, but then faster and faster until the stalactites (err.I think that's what you call them.you know... the ones sticking to the ceiling) sung out urgent tunes in protest. The egg stopped rocking, and a crack appeared, damaging the immortal perfection of the egg. Mist enveloped the egg, caressing it with long cool fingers.
Come.come.awaken.
A silver snout peeked from the growing crack in the egg.
Come.come.awaken my child.It is time.destiny.destiny.
Large dark green eyes peeked out of the cracked eggshell.
"Mama?.mama?."
Yes.but.Mama's gone.cannot.stay.destiny.fulfil you destiny.Mama.must.
"Nooo.Mama stay!"
.leave.bye.I'll be.
A loud inhuman sob echoed about the cave. (A/N: err.)
..always.with you.
(A/N: Ok.I feel nice.here's the first chapter as well.)
Chapter 1: Forgotten Birthdays.
14 years and 364 days into the future. 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.
"WAKE UP YOU STUPID GIT!!"
Harry Potter winced as he rolled over on his back and sat up, massaging the vast variety of bruises inflicted on him during the past few weeks of summer holidays.
"YOU DON'T WANT ME TO COME UP THERE DO YOU?!?!"
"Ok.I'm coming, I'm coming!"
"YOU BETTER BE!!"
Harry sighed as he pulled on a "hand-me-down" shirt and examined his reflection in the murky waters of Hedwig's water bowl.
"Great.another black eye."
Harry closed his eyes and concentrated, spending all summer locked inside your bedroom has allowed him to do several things.including wandless magic. Slowly a pale purple glow emitted from his fingertips, the light spread, up his arm.all over his body until he was a faint purple light bulb. An illusion appeared, hiding all scars, bruises and the dark circles under his eyes. Of course, when someone touched him, the illusions will break, he had not mastered wandless magic that far.
"BOY!?!?!?!."
Sighing, he rushed down the stairs towards the kitchen.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"How dare you be late you insolent fool!?!" Uncle Vernon's large quivering mass seethed quietly.
"Sorry uncle."
"You better be." An oversized fist slammed into the side of his face sending pain twitching along his side of his face, he didn't even flinch, "Now.go make breakfast."
"Yes, Uncle Vernon." came a mumbled reply, scars reappeared as the illusion slowly disappeared. He turned towards the frying pan.
Petunia gave and inwards grin, they had finally broken the stupid child into an obedient slave, .good.
"Ding, Dong, Ding, Dong!"
Vernon cursed under his breath as he sidled towards the door. He peeked outside.
"We are not buying and raffle tickets, donating to charity, or buying anything.so leave now or I'll call the police," the heavy wooden door slammed back into place.
"Ding Dong."
The door opened again.
"Are you deaf, I said."
"No, no, I'm here to collect Harry."
"Sorry, he's not going."
Arthur Weasley frowned slightly and pulled out his wand.
"Unfortunately, I have to take him."
Uncle Vernon paled slightly at the long wooden stick that was pointed at him, "I'll.I'll g-g-get him." he bolted inside.
~~~
Harry leapt out of the door, dragging a trunk in one hand and Hedwig in the other. His illusions were quickly slapped back on. He didn't want Ron or Hermione fussing over him when he was finally free.
"So Harry, how's life?" Ron said grinning when Harry climbed into the ministry car Mr Weasley borrowed for the occasion.
"Ahh.nothing." Harry said firmly, almost a bit too firmly.
"Harry?.Is there something you're not telling us?.why haven't you replied to our mail."
Harry blinked.mail?.he frowned, no mail had arrived during the past 3 weeks of summer.
"Well...I didn't receive it.How was your summer?" he quickly changed the subject.
"Err.it's ok."
Harry frowned, his friends were definitely hiding something.
"You two, what are you guys hiding?"
"Nothing.what makes you think of that Harry?"
" Well." Harry smirked, "for starters.you two are unusually quiet."
Ron looked like he was about to protest, "Oh and what's wrong ."
"and." Harry grinned, "you two are holding hands,.about time."
Ron and Hermione turned into various shades of red.
"Err.ahh...we're here." Hermione changed the subject again, Harry noticed but let it pass, and they were still hiding something. but what?
~~~
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY!!!"
Harry was swept into a large hug, he blinked, "huh?"
Hermione grinned, "Come on, don't tell me you forgot it's your birthday tomorrow.we decided we give you an early birthday present,.Mr Weasley has to work tomorrow!"
My birthday?.and I forgot.damn.
"BEEEP!!!."
Mr Weasley who was inspecting a party hat with interest spun around, when he saw Harry his face broke into a grin.
"Ahoy there Harry, sorry, you can't come in the house until all wands, wards, spells are taken off the person.new ministry regulation for heads of ministries." he pointed to what looked like one of those muggle detectors for weapons at airports.
"Dad got promoted a week ago." Ron whispered cheerfully then passed through the security check.
Harry shrugged then followed, he hit an invisible wall. Frowning, he tried again, same result. By this time, Mr and Mrs Weasley had already walked over to him.
"You sure you have no wand on you.hmm.maybe.finite incartem."
Inwardly, Harry cursed and scowled."
"Oh my Harry, what happened?" Mrs Weasley started fussing over his bruises, poking her wand occasionally, "how come you're so thin, and...What's all the bruising?"
"It's nothing Mrs. Weasley, I fell down the stairs." Harry protested, glad that his bruises were gone but Mrs Weasley only frowned.
"Fell down the stairs eh?.Next time owl me so I can send you some Bruise-B- Gone ointment, ."
"Harry!" A tall black hair man drew Harry into a hug.
"Sirius.but.Dementors.Ministry."
"No problems, Arthur and Molly know,." a mischievous grinned appeared on his face, "I have something to show you.well, give you actually.come."
"Sirius Black,.did you know that your godson here."
"Aww.tell me later Molly,."
"Good Evening Mr Potter," a familiar chuckle sounded out behind the group.
"Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape!"
Snape scowled and turned to inspect his glass of what muggles call "coke".
"Albus, Harry had."
"There, there Molly, tell us later.anyone tried one of these things.muggles call them "corn chips"."
"Really?" Arthur Weasley grinned interested.
"Oh,...talking about muggles, I heard this joke the other day, it's about this muggle, a toad and a bar.you see."
"Headmaster." Professor McGonagall stifled a snort of laughter, "maybe we should start on the food now?"
Harry peered at his teachers, all looked weary, Voldemont., dark rings rippled out from under their eyes and they seemed to have twice the amount of wrinkles compared to last time.Sirius too,.they all looked tired.
"BEEP!!BEEP BEEP!! BEEP!! BEEP BEEP!!"
Albus Dumbledore pulled out what seemed to be a small red box, decorated in gold with a picture of a phoenix in flight brimmed in flames. "Accept call," Dumbledore whispered.
The head of a middle aged man with a bad haircut appeared, a cut above his eye was oozing with blood, his badly styled hair was a charred mess.
"Diggle...what's the matter?"
The head turned around warily, glancing behind him as if to check for attackers, he opened his mouth to speak.
A dagger decorated in black skulls and red rubies sprouted from his chest.
His eyes rolled into his skull.
"Hogsmede.Death Eaters.Attack." the head disappeared with a pop.