A/N: Revamp and rewriting of a story I posted years ago called Save Me. This one will run smoother and have more substance. Starts at 7th year, alternative universe to the Golden Trio not going back, Dumbledore is alive still. Story is going to change from the one I originally posted but not the overall idea of it, just adding more content and altering a few minute details and things that may/may not have happened.
Warnings: HP/OC relationship, rated M for adult themed scenes and ideas in story, introduction of an OC character and new species.
A/U. I don't own Harry Potter or the likes, if I did Draco'd drink afternoon tea with Potter & Co.
"You got me insane for your love. But, I wouldn't change. No, I wouldn't change this love." - Chains (Remix), Nick Jonas ft. Jhene Aiko.
Dumbledore and Snape stared in silence, it was almost like the two of them were having a quiet conversation until the girl next to Snape shifted rather irritably and impatiently, Dumbledore looked away from Snape to the girl and his eyes traced the gold on the side of her face, before he sighed deeply, "Severus, he isn't going to like this."
"There isn't much of an option, is there?" Snape asked, lifting an eyebrow and glancing at the girl next to him, "it's going to be okay Abbrellya."
Abbrellya and Snape shared a look then Snape turned to the right, walking over to the wall and leaning his shoulder against it. She sighed shaking her head, "I don't see the use in telling him." Abbrellya had the desire to put this off for more than one reason, first being she didn't want to distress the boy any more than he already was and second she was scared he would hate her.
"The point is, Miss Wayne, that he is going to be suspicious of someone following him around like you will be doing and I know, I get it. It will just be instinct and all but still, even as beautiful and breathtaking as you are… He should be suspicious." Dumbledore spoke honestly, and he looked back at Snape before snapping his fingers a House Elf appearing right before them, "tell Professor McGonagall to join us with Harry Potter."
"Just know I am not prepared for this," she said with a slow growl on edge as the elf disappeared from their sight.
"Noted," Snape crossed his arms and looked at her with a quirked brow.
Abbrellya glared at him, "I dare you." Her voice hissed between the three of them filling any and all excess space in the room before she turned and stalked towards the back of the room where she found more than a few odds and ends tucked away on the shelves.
"Dare you to what?" Dumbledore was asking as he watched her small frame step away, she had just appeared much bigger than 5'4" less than a second ago.
Snape sighed, and turned back to the headmaster, "upset Potter," he answered before turning to the door when the sound of the spiraling staircase started.
Abbrellya sucked in her breath nervously and pressed up against the bookshelf she was standing next to. The light was dim where she was and she planned on staying as still and quiet as she could, to keep herself in check. She hadn't seen the boy in over five years and even then it was at a glance. It had been a feeling almost too much for her to bear and she had just about lost her control when she watched a chubby boy smacking him, that was when Severus had decided it was best if she was kept away from him so she wasn't tempted by anything. So all she had for the past five years was his mind.
The spiral staircase went quiet, then the door was opened and an older woman walked in, assumingly the person Dumbledore had called upon, McGonagall, and trailing her was the boy they were speaking of Harry James Potter.
Abbrellya couldn't help herself as she let out a slow gasp when she saw him. He was far from a boy anymore it seemed, he was taller than she had thought he would be. He looked like his father in more ways than one but not exclusively. His hair was shaggier than James' had been, and his body was a bit more muscular than James' had been. He was length and long limbs with muscle across his chest and shoulders.
She had been told of the meetings, but still to actually experience it was something else. Her body was on fire, burning with desire to actually speak to him, burning with an unwavering desire to see the man head on. A desire that was only going to grow, Abbrellya was quivering in the back of the room trying to keep the beast inside of her down, look at him was being snarled at herself from inside of her mind.
Abbrellya pushed into his mind, to try and gauge his feelings almost wishing she hadn't now, but she was greedy she wanted all of Harry. He was angry for being dragged from his friends and he was curious as to what Dumbledore could already want from him. "Harry, my boy," Dumbledore greeted him holding his arms out in what was probably supposed to be a welcoming manner, Abbrellya watched curiously when Harry gave a short nod to the headmaster, "please sit," he added with a motion towards one of the empty chairs in front of the desk.
"Harry, we have some news for you." Dumbledore started, pausing again after a moment in a way that was honestly driving Abbrellya crazy it was all she could do not to jump on the boy. She needed to see his face. She gripped the edge of the table that was sitting towards the back of the room, staring at Dumbledore just trying to get him to speed up. To talk more. To just introduce her, the table bowed under the force of her grip and she felt the edge start to meld to her grasp.
Snape looked over at her frowning, upset that she was in such pain and stepped forward seeming to take over the meeting, "I would be introducing the matter this year," he explained while looking at the boy, "Potter, you might know about them but I highly doubt you do unless you have done some advanced reading over the summer as instructed?"
"Little," Harry admitted, this was the first time he spoke since he entered the room and it was almost too much for Abbrellya to handle she leaned against the table heavily, shutting her eyes as his voice ran through her head effectively taking over every ounce of space in there.
The table gave a creak and then it was gone, disappeared under the weight and pressure she was pushing down on it with. It clamored to the floor and Abbrellya was right on top of it, but she didn't even notice, 'little,' was echoing around her mind, that was until a pair of searing hands were picking her up. He's. Touching. Me. The being inside of her mind hissed in a way that made Abbrellya's eyes flash open. Her eyes met with his, before they flashed to his mouth, he was speaking but she wasn't sure to what was being said at all, the voice inside her head urging her to kiss him. I bet he taste like perfection, kiss him, her tongue darted out across her lips watching his move and she leaned forward slowly her lips slightly parted and she pressed them firmly against his mouth.
Harry froze, his hands gripped her arms and he stared wide-eyed and scared as her lips pressed to his. What the fuck? He thought, quite unsure of himself as he remained still he could hear a groan from behind him in a tone that seemed to resemble Snape, a laugh from Dumbledore and he knew the 'tsk' sound was most surely from McGonagall. He had pulled his head back to detach her from him but when he did she only followed.
"Abbrellya!" Snape snapped in a voice that Harry feared but the girl, Abbrellya? didn't even seem to hear her hands pushed through Harry's hair and the boy's eyes widened further in shock then he saw Snape in his view, he was sitting helpless and shocked as he shared a pleading look with his Professor. "Abbrellya stop!" Snape's voice was loud and harsh and his hand came down and wrapped around her throat squeezing as he yanked her back.
Abbrellya's lips stopped moving then her hands dropped, anger coursing through her body and making her shake when she felt herself being drug away from the other, I need more. She thought bitterly, opening her eyes and looking around at the three professors in anger before she could even register the hand around her throat she took in the way Dumbledore was laughing, McGonagall was frowning and Harry was staring.
He blinked rapidly; his hands were still pressed to her that was until Snape snapped at him too, "get your hands off of her, Potter." That seemed to make Abbrellya really come to, because she let out a snarl at Snape and before they knew it she was on her feet, with her own hand wrapped around his throat and pushing him into the wall that had been behind them. "Abbrellya focus," Snape urged and Harry could hear the worry that was laced through his words, "I got a drink for you, okay? Albus?"
Harry stood and stepped back, watching curiously as Dumbledore exclaimed an 'oh!' and rushed over to his bar, pouring a drink and then to Snape and Abbrellya, "right here, Miss Wayne."
Her body was relaxing and she finally let Snape go and took the drink Dumbledore offered to her, taking a sip of the whiskey before downing the whole thing and thrusting the empty glass back at Dumbledore, "I'm sorry," she said wiping her mouth and looked around at the mess.
"Nothing that magic can't fix," Dumbledore answered and stepped back, waving his wand to put everything in place.
Abbrellya stood still, her back to Harry practically feeling his eyes roaming over her, as she looked up at her mentor, "I am sorry Severus."
Snape was rubbing his throat with one hand and adjusting his robes with the other, "it's okay, I know." He answered and let out a shaky breath, "I should have been better prepared."
"Wh-what is going on?" Harry asked after a second still watching the girl he saw the way she shook, her body quivered after he spoke and he watched as Severus turned her around, his hand on her arm.
"Potter, you have a guardian. Meet Abbrellya Wayne."
Harry looked at her, she was just barely meeting his eyes and even then she kept looking away, "uh..?"
Abbrellya's right hand was gripping her left arm so hard the skin was going white underneath, she wanted to scream, I need more was hissed in her mind, and before she knew it she was taking a step towards Harry who was backing away which caused Abbrellya to freeze, turning her head to the side as she looked at him curiously. "A what?" Harry spoke backing up and putting distance between the two, which hurt Abbrellya way more than she was ever going to let show.
"A guardian, I take it you haven't done extra reading," Snape sighed a bit irritated, "she is bound to you, and she is here to protect you - should you accept her. No need to make a hasty decision, there is time, but Albus wanted to tell you so you were aware where she came from and why she will be following you around."
"Following me around?" Harry asked, a bit annoyed at that insight, "I don't need a bloody babysitter!"
"Harry!" McGonagall exclaimed, "language," she added the chide and gave a nervous look at the girl almost as if checking it was okay to say that.
Abbrellya hadn't even looked away from Harry to really notice what was being said, "she isn't exactly a babysitter," Snape tried, "she is here to… protect you."
"I don't need someone to protect me," he protested and Abbrellya took a step back with a small gasp, maybe she wasn't able to keep the pain all locked away.
"Harry," Dumbledore said hurriedly and stepped around his desk to Harry, "don't say things like that, ok? Just," he took a shaky breath and looked at Abbrellya nervously. She was standing in the middle of the room, halfway to Harry and clutching her chest. "Look, we're not asking you to make a decision right now we are just asking you to hear us out, okay?"
Harry watched the girl confused, the look on her face made his heart hurt and he wanted to do anything to take the pain away, which he didn't understand that feeling at all but he nodded and allowed Dumbledore to direct him to a chair, "explain it to me, please?" He asked, looking over his shoulder, right at Abbrellya. Snape stepped forward again opening his mouth but Harry interrupted him with a head shake, "no, her."
Abbrellya took a step forward, the confidence of her inner being seeping through when Harry called upon her the way he just had and she gave a rather prideful look at Snape with a smirk, "I am here to protect you, Harry Potter, and keep you safe." She started, speaking softly when she stood near him, "but there is more than that I am bound to you." She admitted, and felt a small blush creep over her skin as she said that her eyes taking him in and she couldn't help but let a thought or two slip into her mind about him, her and a bedroom.
"Bound?"
"It's part of me being your guardian" she answered, "I… I can produce offspring for you, they'll be strong. They'll be wonderful."
Harry cleared his throat, looking around at his Professors embarrassed at what she said. He hadn't even thought about children and he bloody well didn't want to think about children and her while he was sitting in front of his Professors. "Is that why you kissed me?" He asked awkwardly and Abbrellya couldn't answer her mind solely focusing on Harry's lip at just the mention of kissing.
Harry glanced at Snape now, who nodded, "she doesn't have a one track mind, but meetings can be extremely overwhelming for her inner being. Everything about her is for you, Potter, she is here for you and you alone and this type of thing doesn't make you different so much... many people are bound to guardians. More than you would think, some accept and some don't."
"What would happen if I don't accept?"
Snape frowned just at the thought, sighing, "If you don't accept her as a guardian she would eventually die from the pain of it, as you saw just a few moments ago her clutching her chest just at you saying you didn't need to be protected? It would be a feeling like that, times 10. It'd be like having a heart attack and suffering through it until eventually you go crazy or die." Severus gave a shrug, "the bounding... well, I mean she would leave, only be there when you were in need of help, to be protected or if you called upon her."
McGonagall frowned at Severus, "that doesn't mean you have to do anything crazy, Harry, you don't have to choose to uh... mate with her and complete the bond or anything like that. You're only 17 after all that is a huge choice that you will live with the rest of your life, because when and if you make that choice to mate and complete the bond that is a choice you can't back out of. You can give it a lot of thought before you make the decision, the accepting is simply you saying you take someone to protect you."
Harry nodded his understanding and took a moment thinking all of this over while he sat back, he could feel Abbrellya staring at him almost like she was memorizing everything about him he felt uneasy as her dark gray eyes met his.
"I have a book you can borrow, Harry," Dumbledore stood up walking over to one of his bookcases, "you can read it and think it over, like I said there is no rush. This book is one of the only written works about an indepth look at her kind, it was written by a one bound to a guardian. It will be really helpful." Dumbledore explained and reached up taking the book off the shelf before offering it to Harry.
"Thank you Professor," he smiled and Abbrellya smiled to at the sight of his smile, leaning towards him slightly, that was until Snape put a hand on her shoulder and stopped her before he was all but chucked across the room a snarl erupted from Abbrelya as she glared at him only Harry's voice called to her through her rage, "professors," Harry asked straightening himself, "I have one question that I need to ask you three." Harry watched Abbrellya as he spoke she dropped Severus back on his feet and turned around to face him as if nothing had happened, "she is…powerful?" Harry asked uncertainly as he watched her, standing before him.
Minerva spoke this time, her hand on Harry's shoulder, "the most powerful type of being our world has."
"Are you reading?" Ron asked, looking at Harry in shock.
He had barely touched any of his food and was pouring over the book, leaning against the table. "Ever thought of trying it out?" Harry snapped at Ron, annoyed his best friend was interrupting him just as Hermione had not even 2 minutes ago.
"I haven't seen him this interested in a book since.. Oh, that was just last year." Ron mused, sighing as he looked at his girlfriend, "that was a bloody long year."
Harry's head snapped up suddenly and he looked over to the Slytherin table, speaking of last year... He was shocked to see her sitting at the Slytherin table, and of course she was sitting next to Draco Malfoy. Harry stared across the Hall curious if she fit in there or if that was the place she was at because she seemed to be under Snape's wing.
"Harry, are you even listening to me?" Hermione demanded and before Harry could look at her, he heard the question, "who is she?"
Harry looked away from Hermione and Ron back towards her, "her name is Abbrellya Wayne." He answered wishing he could just look away, but instead all he could do was think about that kiss as abrupt and awkward it had been, it was the best kiss he had ever had and though he felt like that wasn't saying too much seeing as he had only been with two people in his lifetime, Cho and.. Ginny.
Harry blanched at the thought, Ginny... How had he forgotten her? The two had started dating over the summer, deciding to give it a chance during some point not quite sure when it was decided as much as it just kinda happened after last years flirting and times they had snuck around. He heard Hermione talking again as he looked down, not really paying attention only catching a few bits to know it was about their classes, his thoughts on Ginny now. He had no idea what to do, or what to even think about the matter at hand. Abbrellya, his guardian... he tasted the word slowly, not quite sure what to think of it, or how it sounded. Was he completely crazy? The girl was rather perfect, granted the blonde hair was a bit of a put-off but, still she was stunning.
What was he supposed to do, just break it off with Ginny and fall into the world of Abbrellya? Was that really what was expected of him? Harry sighed, he needed to read the book. He also really needed to talk to Hermione and ask her what she knew, because he had a feeling with as popular the being, the guardian, seemed to be it was bound to be a bountiful knowledge.
"Honestly, probably for the better," Harry jerked up looking at Ginny just now noticing she had sat down next to him, "it's not like these two pay attention to anything."
"'EY!" Ron hollered jokingly then grimaced at Harry when Ginny pressed a kiss to his cheek. Harry looked away awkwardly not at all sure what to say or do, and he looked across the Hall, meeting her grey eyes. He watched her standing up from the table bending to say goodbye to Malfoy it seemed, her eyes never leaving Harry's and then she was heading straight towards him.
Harry dropped his eyes, not sure he was ready for any of this. He just wanted to escape, why me? He thought bitterly, taking a sip of his tea, which spilled from his hand the moment she said his name, "Harry Potter."
Harry watched her pointing to the seat on the bench directly in front of him, her eyes had yet to leave his. Not even a glance to the others around her, him - them. "H-hey!" Harry spoke way too loud, and started to stand while brushing the spilled tea off his shirt.
Abbrellya slid into her seat with a small wave, "you're fine, sit."
Harry did as she said, throwing himself right back down. He could feel the red of his face, his nervousness was taking over his body, "hi."
"Hi," she answered, smiling at him softly. She was much more calm and collected now, she had had a few drinks and was under control having acquainted herself with him upstairs she was able to calm herself now, the over bearing shock of him not near as bad.
Harry sat like a statue wanting anything for this to be over with, then he felt a jab in his ribs from Hermione and he looked at her wincing slightly, 'who?' she mouthed at him and Harry looked around the table finally remembering them fully, "oh!" He exclaimed, causing Abbrellya to jump and she glanced around where he just had and watched as she seemed to really just realize there were other people around.
He blinked at that, a piece of Snape's explanation came to him everything about her is for you, Potter, she is here for you and you alone. He watched as the meaning of that seemed to really sink in for him, she really doesn't care about anyone else? He heard a loud throat clear from Hermione and yelped another, "oh!" before looking at everyone again, "right, uh, Abbrellya Wayne these are my best mates, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger." He introduced them and watched as she turned almost mechanically towards Ron.
"Hi, Ron, I am Abbrellya." She offered her hand to him and then Hermione. "Hermione, I'm Abbrellya."
"Next to you is Neville Longbottom, he is a good friend as well," Harry explained with a small smile then he turned to his right, "and this is Ginny Weasley..." Ginny looked at Harry, almost pointedly and the awkwardness was practically hanging in the air as Harry looked away from Ginny to Abbrellya again, "she's my uh, girlfriend." He spoke much quieter than he had a few moments ago and watched nervously as Abbrellya turned to Ginny, not quite sure what was going to happen.
Abbrellya's smile never fell, she held out her arm, "Abbrellya, as you've heard," and took the red heads hand in her own with a shake of it.
"Hey Abbrellya," Ginny smiled a rather forced smile looking from Harry to Abbrellya, that was going to be a fight later.
"So, uh, Abbrellya... Are you a new student or..?" Neville asked looking away from the strange handshake happening in front of him, and picked up his fork to take a bite of dinner.
Abbrellya turned towards Neville, looking him over as she sat with a straight back, "I am a professor's aide."
"Oh? Which subject?" Hermione asked excitedly.
"Potions and Defense, it seems I will be helping Severus."
"Snape isn't teaching Potions this year, though?" Ron asked, shoving a piece of bread in his mouth, "is he?"
"An advanced class, the other guy didn't want to teach the 7 years this year." She shrugged while turning her attention back to Harry, easing into his mind she was beyond curious what he was not only feeling but thinking. As she eased into his thoughts she was bombarded with nerves, and then she focused on his thoughts rather than his feelings to keep herself in check. He was trying to piece his situation together, and trying to figure out how to get around telling his friends about anything.
"So, do you know Harry?" Ginny asked, Abbrellya heard the question through Harry's mind and pulled back giving a short blink before turning to the ginger.
"I mean, who doesn't?"
Ginny didn't seem at all pleased with her answer and narrowed her eyes, "how?"
"We just met," Abbrellya answered, "a few hours ago or so, up in Dumbledore's office."
"And?"
"And?" Abbrellya asked, less than interested in a pointless battle of 'property' she already knew she would win. She didn't need to do this, to have this conversation with the child.
Harry cleared his throat, all but jumping to his feet as he started to stand, "Abbrellya can I talk to you?"
Abbrellya stood, moving much more gracefully than Harry and walked away from the table without a single word as she walked down the aisle between the tables, Harry didn't say anything else and hurried down to catch up with her when he did he nodded towards the outside leading the way out having a feeling she would be following. He had a feeling she would follow him anywhere.
When they stepped into the setting sun Harry glanced up at the sky, smiling slightly.
"You favor evening?"
Harry looked at her, shoving his left hand into his pocket with a small blush, "yeah," he nodded while gripping the book in his right hand as they walked, "I haven't ever had anyone pay that sort of attention to me, before, it will take me awhile to get used to it."
Abbrellya raised an eyebrow, "you have so much to learn young Potter," she spoke softly while they walked, "you are one of the most watched beings around the wizarding world, you are the boy-who-lived."
"They watch me, but you Abbrellya, you know me," he whispered and he knew it sounded like the first time he had made sense while talking to her.
Abbrellya tilted her head, smiling, "I do know you. More than you would think, I am sure," she sat on a bench and crossed her legs, Harry couldn't help but enjoy the way she seemed to place herself, enjoying the fluidity of her movements. "Would you like to join me?"
He nodded and all but slammed down onto the bench his nerves at an all time high, "I was wondering if you minded if I asked you a few questions?" He started and sat the book on the bench between them, "I haven't had the chance to read this yet, but I would like to talk with you about just some of the questions I have thought of..."
Abbrellya looked at the book he sat down then back at him, "of course you can ask me anything, any time."
Harry nodded and leaned back against the back of the bench, "when did you come to Earth? I only got about 15 pages in and just know that your uh... race I guess is how to say it, uh live for a really long time?"
She chuckled, and pulled a rather puzzled look at me, "that is a first, for first questions among us guardians... we share notes." She added when Harry looked at her with a lifted brow, "the most common question my fellow kind is usually asked is about the sleeping together and/or furthering the relationship just from us protecting them." Abbrellya smiled and Harry felt lost as he watched her smile, wanting nothing more to stare at it forever. Stop, Harry hushed himself and looked down at his legs embarrassed that he even thought that. "I have been alive for almost 300 years, I moved to Earth permanently almost 19 years ago."
Harry looked at her again, "you're 300 years old?"
"I am," Abbrellya chuckled looking at the boy with a small smile, "what else do you want to know?"
Harry sighed and ran his hand through his hair, "I am in a relationship, Abbrellya."
"I noticed, Severus hadn't told me about that."
"Is it... ok?"
No! Echoed in her mind, but Abbrellya sat straight backed and stone faced, "of course Harry, I can't tell you how to live."
"Does it hurt you?"
Abbrellya looked down, not sure if she should be honest because she didn't want to drive him, "well," she paused and looked up deciding honest was the best bet, "yeah, it does hurt. But it is bearable."
"Can you explain it to me?"
She shifted uncomfortably and ran a hand through her hair, "I crave you, Harry, everything about you and everything you can give me. My body longs for yours, my body needs yours. I need to touch you, I am honestly fighting the urge right now to run my fingers through your hair, to touch your lips, to let my hands roam over your body." She swallowed roughly, "you smell enticing and that kiss hours ago? My lips are still burning from the kiss, my arms feel like your hands are still gripping them. Your eyes looking at me makes my body shake, when you talk everything else falls away.
"You being in a relationship makes my heartache, I am jealous of her even as you are sitting here with me all I can feel is jealousy and I wish I didn't, but I do." Abbrellya placed her hand over her heart as she turned to look at him, "but I refuse to ask you for anything other than what you want to give you are in a relationship with her Harry and that is all there is to it."
Harry's frown was deep and he looked at her properly, "I am so sorry Abbrellya, I had no idea."
"It's not your fault," she shook her head, "I am not sure if that book will tell you much about the relationships, uh it is mostly private. But there are things my being does, and will want to do to be what you want."
Harry lifted a brow in question, "what do you mean?"
"You like darker hair?"
Harry blushed with a nod, "y-yes."
"My hair is already darkening, you can't see it with your eyes but I can see it and feel it, it is almost a whole shade of blonde darker than it was this morning when we met. If I were to stop fighting my being down it would happen much faster, I would smell like spearmint, too. Not over powering but like a mist of perfume, or another scent that is lingering in my mind is the hearth of a fireplace it seems." Harry felt his blush grow and his eyes widened, "those are comforting scents to you, you don't much care for make-up, though you do like the idea of me in dark colors, dresses and heels..."
She stopped and chuckled, "it's not your fault for having preferences, Harry. Everyone does, I am just expressing that my being knows these things and she wants to be exactly what you want so you will pick her. I don't think it is fair, I mean if you weren't already invested in a relationship I wouldn't have a problem warping into who you would desire so I would have, perhaps an unfair advantage, but an advantage none the less of you not even noticing another girl."
"I wouldn't call it invested," Harry muttered, crossing his arms with a frown, "I mean I like her, it is just more of an obligation."
"An, obligation?"
"She's a really good friend and we were together over the summer, we at least tried I should say." Harry groaned, glancing at her, "I like her, I mean, uh it's just..."
"Familiar?"
"Familiar."
Abbrellya smiled, "well maybe I won't mind letting a few of those characteristics take over."
"Is it who you want to be?"
Abbrellya started, shocked at the question, "I don't think that way."
"Would you, for me?"
She cleared her throat, I would do anything for you, "what do you want, exactly?"
"Push me away, and tell me what you want."
"About myself?"
"Yeah, this whole thing."
"I've had freedom before," she told him, "before you, two hundred and eighty years of freedom almost. I don't need to push you away to tell you what exactly I desire."
"Then?"
"I desire to build a big house, and have 12 babies, and a husband that loves me." She sighed, watching him closely, "I would like to not have the absolute worry of being left for someone else so I desire to mate you, I would like to die... To know I'll die, I should say. But not painfully, so I desire you being mine. I desire you being my husband, and you helping me take care of the children, you and me building the big house.
"I would like long hair, almost obnoxiously long and dark brown and rich in color, and the most expensive clothing to adorn my body. I want horseback riding, and star watching, and world traveling and swimming with the dolphins and sharks and climbing the tallest mountains, I want the things I draw to be hung in museums." Abbreally's smile faded and she cleared her throat closing her eyes, "I want to be more than just Harry Potter's guardian."
Harry sucked in his breath, that was what he was waiting for and while he knew he shouldn't he felt disappointed as she said it. A huge part of him was already adjusting and liking the idea of her in his life - forever. A huge part was wanting her to stay, to want to be there so a huge part of him was disappointed when she said this wasn't what she wanted, exactly. He was her pick because without him she would die, and Harry wanted to be more than that. He wanted to be chosen because he was all she wanted, not the being. Not the thing.
Abbrellya watched his face falling, confused at what he was upset about but before she could probe his mind and find out he spoke, "you don't have to be my guardian, I mean..." he shrugged, "I could let you go."
She felt a pain close to the white hot feeling of fire, rip through her body and she shook her head, "I can't tell you how to choose, but that's not what I meant." She gasped out, speaking through clenched teeth as the pain of his words subsided. "I meant I want to be your companion, not just your guardian."
Harry blinked, his eyes going wide, "my companion?"
"Your partner," she nodded, "forget the mating stuff, the guardian stuff, and just be yours."
"Like, a relationship?
"Yes, that's what I want. I want to get to know you, be your friend.. build into it. Suri, though, she wants nothing more than to seal the bond." Abbrellya shook her head, "I want more than that."
"Suri is?"
"The being, the guardian."
Harry looked up at the sky the pink of the sunset fading and he noticed a few stars, "I need to have a conversation with my friends. You, uh, you'll join me won't you?"
"I'll be with you until you tell me to leave."
Harry stood, watching as she did as well and grabbed the book off the bench before the two headed inside, "I uh, I can't just break up with her y'know.."
"I'll fight for you, it's fine. I have time." Abbrellya smiled, following him.
"I have a feeling she may dump me, actually."
"Good.."
Harry chuckled, pulling the door to the castle open, "I am going to tell her that we are going to put a pause on things as I have a lot to think over and to ease your pain."
She stopped walking and placed her hand on his arm stopping him, a tingle rocked through her body, "You, Harry Potter, are full of so much emotion. It will be your downfall." She spoke quietly and dropped her hand, her face shading to serious, "our downfall."
"Everything okay Harry?" Ron asked once he took a seat at the table, Abbrellya had suggested taking a table in the library and had been waiting for them to join her. Harry had stood at the head of the table, waiting for everyone to take a seat he had pulled Hermione, Ginny and Ron down to the library.
Ginny glared at Abbrellya, "what is she doing here?"
Hermione glanced over at the girl, she was standing up and leaning against the frame of a bookcase and looking at Harry once again her eyes never moving away from him, Hermione had seen the gold on her skin at dinner but hadn't thought about it so much until she looked at them right now.
The realization set in hard, Harry was staring at Hermione the two seemingly having a conversation with their eyes then she glanced over at Ginny with a small frown and a sad sigh, she knew Harry wasn't happy with their relationship and she knew Ginny was beyond happy.
Hermione also knew that there was no way Harry would be in a happy relationship unless he got rid of Abbrellya, or accepted her. Nothing would be okay for him, life or love... without her. Not anymore.
Harry gave a small, nervous fidget and he let out a low sigh. "Ginny, uhm, I know this should probably be done a little different but I'm not sure how else to handle this," he looked at Ron and then Hermione again, before finally to Ginny, "Abbrellya is a uh... guardian."
Ron blinked and looked to the girl, he felt a bit of happiness course through him. He was happy for his best friend, he was happy that Harry was going to be given someone to watch over him but on the other hand he felt sad for Ginny. He knew what this meant.
"And?" Ginny asked, her face already falling and she looked at Harry rather pointedly, almost glaring. "What does that have to do with us?"
Hermione frowned, she had honestly expected better from Ginny. She knew the girl would be hurt but it wasn't like it was his fault, either, sometimes these things just happen, "well, she is bound to me, after all."
"And?" Ginny snapped, "it's not like you have to choose her! You just met her!"
Ron sat back and let out a blow of air, and looked over to Hermione with a frown, "I know," Harry answered urgently, "I'm not, I am just giving us a break, a pause, and we will see how things go."
"Harry!" Hermione chided in shock, "that's not fair to her."
"Yeah, what she said."
Hermione shook her head at Ginny, "no, Gins, it's not fair to Abbrellya." Ginny blinked, staring with wide eyes, "I am sorry Ginny but Abbrellya is made for Harry, ok? And Harry deserves to be happy, and you know as well as I do that she will be able to give him all of that."
Ginny furiously wiped her tears away and looked back at Harry who frowned slightly, "I need time to think, okay? I need time to fully focus on this," Harry swallowed roughly and slipped into the chair at the head of the table, "I don't want to hurt you Ginny, you know that, you're one of my best friends. You're like a sister."
Ginny gasped, and Harry blinked shocked he said that. He hadn't realized where that was going, or that he was going to say that it had just slipped out. "A sister?"
"I..."
Ron cleared his throat and turned to Ginny as he realized he had been wrong about their relationship after all, "you know it isn't Harry's fault, Ginny."
"I hate you," Ginny gritted her teeth and pushed away from the table stomping away from the four of them.
Harry slumped defeated against the table, "I'm sorry guys, I didn't mean to say sister."
"It's how you feel don't apologize for that."
"What did you mean it's not my fault, by the way?"
Ron furrowed his brow and gave Harry a look, "I mean you're like... She's made for you, mate, she is who you'll want because that is kinda their thing. Even without all the extra bits, you're going to be drawn to her.. To her soul."
Harry looked over his shoulder at Abbrellya, who looked away from him for the first time since they entered the library, "why didn't you tell me that?" Abbrellya cringed, she could feel his anger, "that would have explained things a bit more."
"I didn't want to scare you," Abbrellya spoke in a soft, quiet tone.
Hermione scooted forward in her chair and placed a hand on Harry's arm, "she was trying to be fair, Harry, you were technically in a relationship with someone else it was nice of her to be as relaxed as she has been." Harry sighed, he knew that but he still would have liked to have known that this pull he already felt wasn't him being crazy but because it felt right, "basically the more time you spend together, Harry, the harder it will be for you to want to be push her away because you'll find that who she is, is exactly what you need and want."
"I know, she can uh.. Warp herself to my wants and desires and stuff."
"Oh, her being can yeah. They're two separate beings though, there is Abbrellya and there is..." Hermione looked up, "what's her name?"
"Suri."
"Suri," Hermione gave a soft smile before looking back at Harry, "Suri can make herself what you want to initiate the bond, but who Abbrellya is just who you'll like and after a few days you'll really be able to see the difference between Abbrellya and who Suri is especially when she is being stubborn and pushing her way out."
"Is that what the book is?" Ron asked after a moment, nodding towards it.
"Yeah, Dumbledore gave it to me and told I would be able to understand things better," Harry shrugged.
"You have any questions you know you can ask me, anytime," Hermione added and pushed back, glancing down at her watch, "it almost time for curfew. Abbrellya are you going to be staying in the Gryffindor Tower?"
"I have my own chambers," she shook her head.
"I figured," Hermione smiled and stood up, the boys following her lead.
"Are they nice?"
"They are, I haven't had time to decorate them. I can do that tonight."
"You don't sleep?"
"Well," Abbrellya looked away as she walked between Harry and Hermione, "we can sleep but it is hard to find sleep without our uh, person."
"How long have you been awake?"
Abbrellya shrugged, "I slept a few days ago for a while."
Harry frowned deeply, "would you like me to... stay with you?"
"Eventually, yes." Abbrellya smiled, "there are two rooms, a bathroom, a small study area and a sitting room in the chambers, plus a few other things so plenty of room for you if you ever decide you want to stay."
"I will start tomorrow," he said with a nod.
"Careful Harry," Ron started, with a chuckle.
Harry shot a glare at Ron, and frowned as he realized they were headed towards the Gryffindor Tower not really wanting their night to be over already he turned to Abbrellya about to talk when she spoke first with a playful smile, "until tomorrow Harry Potter." She pressed her lips to his forehead, then gave a smile to Ron and Hermione before turning and heading towards the part of the castle that held her own chambers.
Harry looked after her before following Hermione and Ron up to the Gryffindor Common, he hung around for only a little bit before climbing up the stairs with the book, wanting to get as much read as he could before he fell asleep, he settled on to his bed and opened the book turning to the page he had left off on.
It was a short book and most of it was filled with experiences that had seemed to really stick out to the author. Meeting his guardian was one, the first time they made love was another, also among the list of memorable nights was their wedding, the birth of their one and only child, a few of their more heated arguments. Harry flipped through those parts not all too interested in his experiences as much as he was interested in just learning about her facts for now.
Then he came across a section that seemed promising, and settled into his bed to read.
Guardians
They really are a captivating creature, they wear the mark of gold that seem to permanently scar their skin. The mark travels down one whole side of their body, usually only seen when the light hits them just right and that is what sets them apart from any other being in the world, their mark.
They have 3 forms, the most commonly used form is their human.
In their human form they have heightened senses (sight, hearing and smell). This is their slowest form, but their most magically powerful form and are still faster than the average human.
The second form, is what they call their hybrid form - a mix between their human and their being.
While in their hybrid form the inner being is acting and talking through their human body. Their senses are even more heightened, their magic is stronger but it is more of a burst of magic rather than a sustainable type of fighting. In this form they are leagues above humans in speed, and are very authoritative.
They undergo a physical change in this form, their teeth elongate, their pupils grow and take up most of their eyes and their hands shift to talon like weapons, with a set of light s
wings coming out of their shoulders.
The third and final form is the full form, referred to as the inner being.
The inner being is the embodiment of the guardian's actual power, it is the manifestation of their power. An aura is emitted when they change and the brightness of the color generally shows what type of being they are. My guardian has a bright white aura and she is very kind, caring and sweet. Some have been known to have a "good" aura while their human form is terrible, but no encounter is recorded of it being the other way around.
A good way to differentiate their inner being from the body is to think of it as a soul, a manifested soul that is present.
While they are the inner being everything for them is much more extreme, their senses and their appearance. They are insanely quick, their reflexes are often described as "reacting before the enemy thought." they can also see, smell and hear everything in their vicinity up to 1,000 miles.
Their bodies almost triple in size, they become taller, their arms longer with talons for hands, their eyes piercing, like a hawk, their nose pointed, like a wolf, their ears long and sharp, like a cat, and their body is covered in a mess of shiny scales and usually white feathers. They move much faster, effortlessly but their magic power diminishes because it isn't something they use in that form as much as they use their speed and strength.
There are only a handful of accounted events that have involved the guardians and even fewer bystanders that have lived to account the sight of the inner beings.
When they do come to Earth it is for mating purposes, almost exclusively, though there is much more about the guardians. They are bound to humans, growing protective over their mate to the point that often times even the smallest of instance will set them over the edge. In turn this has caused the guardian race to diminish because people fear what they can do to their friends, family and loved ones.
The guardian race used to coincide with wizards and witches but at the cost of many lives, they were relocated to another world where they live primarily and can only live on Earth or come to Earth with the vouch of a host - someone who houses them, teaches them of the world and Earth and helps to control and satiate them until they can come in contact with their mate.
The host and guardian relationship is almost like a form of boundment, until they are in contact with the one they are actually bound to.
Harry blinked and sat the book down, frowning slightly and making a mental note to ask Abbrellya if that meant Severus and her had been together in more than just a friendly manner or if it was referring to the way she relies on him to keep calm and together, like in Dumbledore's office.
Harry flipped through the next couple of pages, scanning over a few more encounters and he earmarked a page that he saw was about meeting others of their race, coming towards the end of the book he stopped at a page labeled, abilities and extra information. He scanned through reading the bullet points most of it was stuff he had learned from talking, but he was shocked by a few bits of information one being, when the bond is completed by mating the guardians become even more attuned to their them and desire them much more, almost greedily. He had thought it would the opposite, and a few things said about hobbies made him curious what it was that Abbrellya invested her time into learn and do.
"Done reading?" Ron asked, peering down at Harry who was closing the book up as he thought over what he had just read.
"Yeah," he tucked the book under his pillow and laid back looking over at his best friend, "we okay?"
"Honestly, probably better than we were this afternoon. I love you man, but I really hated seeing you with Ginny." Ron laughed and Harry chuckled pulling the covers up around him. "You gonna start staying with her, for real?"
"Yeah, I think so. It would be easier for her, y'know and if I decide to work it out.. Then it would be an easy transition."
Ron laughed and walked over to his bed sitting on the side as he started taking his shoes off, "I mean it is kinda like you already have."
Harry smiled to himself, looking up at the canopy of the bed, "I don't want to be all rushed and rushing into it, honestly."
"I understand that, I am just saying.. Don't pretend you're not going to be with her or anything, just be honest and say you're taking your time."
"Yeah," Harry blushed and was glad he wasn't looking at his friend.
"She is pretty hot, you got to admit, her hair is a bit too blonde but she is pretty hot."
Harry laughed, "she told me she could feel it changing already to what I want it to be, I guess we'll see tomorrow the amount it has changed."
"What color?"
"Dark, I guess. I like darker hair and she said that it was leagues different in color so I mean, we will see." Harry shrugged and pulled his glasses off before laying them on the bedside table next to his wand and rolling over to go to sleep.
