((Hey beautiful people! Hammy/Casmin here! Hop you enjoy!))
HP opened his eyes slowly, feeling a strange presence in the room. Sitting up in his bed, he spotted the last pixies he'd expected to see.
Charlotte and Edward, his dear old friends, smiling at him from the foot of his bed.
"Cher..?" he whispered. "Eddie..?"
The duo nodded, the male ducking his head down and his mate raising hers.
"Am I..?" HP started. "Am I dead..?"
"No, dear Henry" his sister answered. "We merely came to speak with you."
HP glanced over at his nephew, Sanderson, who was dozing beside him.
"He can not hear us" Edward explained. "Only you can."
"Why are you here?" HP asked.
"Remember those symbols that we found on our persons that day? We never could explain them?"
"Yeah?"
"Well we've done some research on it" Charlotte picked up the news. "There are others like us."
"What do you mean..?"
"A new prophecy is unfolding, Henry. You must find the missing children and together you must stop the darkness."
Edward went over, sliding something under HP's pillow.
"You've done a wonderful job at raising Thomas" he commented, eyes resting on the still sleeping Sanderson.
"You think so?" HP asked. "I feel bad that I wasn't there for him until..."
"Henry" Charlotte said, grabbing his attention yet again. "Time is running out. The darkness is rising even as we speak."
"What can I do, Charlotte..?"
"Find the gifted ones before it's too late."
"But how..?"
"Well you can start by waking up."
"What..?"
"Wake up, Henry..."
"Sir, wake up..!"
HP opened his eyes to find to find himself lying down again, Sanderson staring at him with concern. The elder pixie sat up, frowning. Was it all a dream..? HP got out of bed, ignoring his nephews protests. Throwing on his glasses, he went into the bathroom.
"Are you alright..?" Sanderson called.
HP barely heard him. He was busy looking himself over. No markings that he could see.
"Sanderson, don't bother me right now" he stated, going back to his bed.
He remembered Edward putting something under his pillow. He reached under it, pulling out an envelope. On the front were four pictures. A sun, a star, a 'yin-yang' symbol, and something that looked like a spark.
"So it wasn't a dream" he murmured. "But what does it mean?"
((Hey guys!
Just saying right now that this fic shall have OCs. Doctor Anti-Rip Stuntwell(counterpart of Doctor Rip Stuntwell), Bob Bezig Barker(a rather cheerful pixie), Anti-Schnozmo(counterpart of Schnozmo), and Charlotte along with Edward make appearances(Sanderson's dead parents, HP's sister and brother-in-law).
Back away now if you hate OCs! Muahahaha! *blinks, surprised at my own evil laugh* ... Anyway, hope you enjoyed!))