Harry Potter and the Otherself
A girl stands at the edge of a cliff, below her is a swirling maelstrom of colours and lights.
With a final look at the world around her, possibly her last, she jumps off into the multicoloured vortex.
In the few seconds before she falls into the raging mass of light a brief image of a bird with brilliant rainbow coloured wings enters her mind.
For a fraction of a second, a tiny smile appears on her pale face.
"Boy! Get back here!" Bellows a large, overweight man. His face is twisted with rage, his skin a deep scarlet. He stomps up the stairs, chasing after the much smaller boy who ran to his room when the incident happened.
The 'incident' was his cousin Dudley, a smaller version of his uncle, shoulder barged him for fun. Causing him to fall into his uncle and knocking tea over on his aunts lap.
Harry Potter, the Boy who Lived, rumoured to be the chosen one, was currently running in fear from his uncle Vernon. Locking the door to his room with a simple spell, Harry knew that if he had used the muggle lock, then his uncle would have simply broken the door open and then blamed Harry for the damage.
"Open this door at once! You ungrateful little brat!" Vernon snarled from the other side.
"It was an accident!" Harry pleaded, dragging his trunk in front of the door, just in case. "Dudley bumped into me and I fell on you." Harry tried to explain.
"Nonsense!" Vernon roared. "My son would never do such a thing, he's a normal boy, unlike you!"
The door started banging as Vernon tried to barge his way in.
Harry pointed his wand at the door. He was unsure about what his was going to do with it, underage magic users were forbidden to perform magic out of school, and they were certainly weren't supposed to use it in front of a muggle, or on one.
Suddenly the lights went out, plunging Harry into darkness. Apparently it wasn't just his room but the entire house, as from somewhere beneath him he heard aunt Petunia scream.
"Turn the lights back on now you little freak, or else!" Vernon threatened, still banging on the door.
"I-it wasn't me!" Harry cried out. Now he really was scared, if his uncle managed to get through the door, Harry doubted that he would survive the two weeks until school started.
Harry realised at that moment that he was not in pitch blackness as he was seconds before, at 11 o'clock at night it should be dark. He looked above him and saw a glowing disk of swirling multicoloured light, tiny crackles of lightning spread from the disk and exploded as the came into contact with the contents of Harry's room.
Strangely this was all happening in silence, the only noise coming from beyond the door.
As Harry reached up to touch the disk a black shape fell through it and landed heavily on the floor.
Harry cried out and jumped onto the bed, pointing his wand at the new addition.
Is this some trick? A trap from You-Know-Who? Harry thought.
A tiny moan came from the dark shape as it started to move, then it extended up from the floor. As the disk of colour vanished and the lights turned themselves on, Harry found himself pointing his wand at an extremely pretty, pale teenager, with very dark blue hair that was almost black. She couldn't have been more than a year or two older than he was and was clad in a long trench-coat, open at the front and lined with white. Harry blushed slightly as he saw that under that she was wearing a bikini top and a pair of tiny shorts, but the most astonishing feature was her eyes, the irises where a bright blue but had white rings within them.
Without a word she looked around the room, when she was the door, she walked over to it and threw the trunk in front of it to the other side of the room with one hand.
What the hell? It takes me all my strength to lift that up, even Dudley struggles to pick it up. How can she do it so easily? Harry wondered in amazement.
The mysterious girl was attempting to open the door, she didn't seem fazed by the loud banging or the door rattling as Vernon still tried to enter.
After a few seconds of trying she turned to Harry and pointed to him.
"Y-yes? W-what do you want?" Harry asked nervously.
The girl stayed silent and simply pointed again, this time towards the door.
"Y-you want to leave? I'm know sure that's a good idea." Harry whimpered.
The girl continued to point at the door and stared at Harry. Against his better judgement, Harry slowly raised his wand and muttered.
"Alohomora" Then he curled up on the bed and put his head down, knowing what was going to happen.
Before the girl could turn, the door burst open and uncle Vernon crashed into the room, his face was like thunder. There was a murderous gleam in his eye which quickly vanished as he saw a new face.
"Who the hell are you and how did you get in here?" Vernon shouted. "Are you one of his freak friends?" He continued, pointing at Harry who was still curled up.
The girl's face remained impassive, even though Vernon was yelling inches away from her.
"Don't ignore me you harpy! I asked you a question! Who are you?" Vernon raged.
The girl didn't respond, she simply started walking around him. As she was about to exit the room, she felt a hand on her arm, pulling her back.
"Where do you think you're going?" Vernon bellowed, his face a deep crimson and multiple veins throbbing on his forehead and neck.
Without warning, the girl pulled a katana out from her coat and pointed it at Vernon's throat. The large man's face suddenly lost all colour and his eyes widened so much that they looked ready to pop out.
With a glance at Harry, who had witnessed the event and was now sitting open-mouthed, she turned and left. It wasn't until Harry heard the front door close that he pulled himself together and chased after her, leaving his uncle standing there, still wide-eyed with his mouth gaping.
It didn't take long to find the mysterious girl, she was standing just outside the border to the property, looking left and right as if unsure which way to go.
Harry walked up to her, making a note not to touch her or surprise her.
"Excuse me, but w-who are you?" He asked nervously.
Harry flinched when she turned her head to look at him, but she remained silent.
"Are you trying to go somewhere?" Harry asked, deciding on a different tack.
To his surprise he actually got a response, she nodded her head slightly, just enough to not have it mistaken for an involuntary movement.
"Where are you trying to go?" He asked, a slight feeling of excitement brewing inside him.
Still remaining silent, the girl pulled her katana out and scratched some shapes into the wooden fence that bordered off 4 Privet Drive.
Curiously Harry looked at the odd picture that she had carved out, it was in the shape of a shield. Inside were two lines, one running vertically and the other horizontally, splitting the interior of the shield into four. Each of the quarters held a squiggle, one looked like a snake, another like a bird, another could almost pass as a lion...
"Is this Hogwarts? Are you trying to get to Hogwarts?" Harry asked in disbelief.
The girl nodded furiously, never saying a word. She pointed to herself, then to Harry and finally to the crude crest on the fence.
"You want me to take you there?" Harry guessed.
He was proven correct when she nodded again.
"Yeah I can take you there." Harry grinned, but his face soon dropped as he realised. "But I can't at the moment, I'd need to contact my friends family as they usually take me." He said despondently. I could ask them to pick us up but I can't go back inside the house to get my trunk and Hedwig, my uncle will kill me. The girl nodded once and turned back towards the house.
"Hedwig's my owl!" Harry shouted as the girl entered the house.
From inside Harry heard a lot of shouting and screaming from Vernon and Petunia, they were yelling at the girl to leave, to which Harry could only assume that the girl ignored them. Within minutes she came back out carrying Hedwig in her cage and pulling Harry's trunk behind her. As soon as she reached Harry, he opened the trunk and pulled out some parchment. He quickly wrote a note on it and tied it to Hedwig's leg.
"Take this to Mr Weasley, as quick as you can, okay?" He said to Hedwig. The owl replied by hooting softly before she flew off.
"She's a clever bird, fast too, we shouldn't be waiting long." Harry said, reassuring himself more than the girl. "It's funny, everything I've gone though so far. Stopping Professor Quirrell from getting the philosophers stone, facing the Basilisk and Tom Riddle's diary, you'd think dealing with my uncle would be simple." He sighed.
The girl tilted her head in confusion.
Harry explained.
"Professor Quirrell was attempting to return Voldemort back to..." He started.
The girl's expression got sterner at the mention of Voldemort.
"You've heard of him?" Harry asked.
He was answered by a slow nod.
"Is that why you're here?" Harry asked.
Again another nod.
Harry sighed, more of his life revolving around that dark wizard. Our lives are intertwined again, seems like everything I do involves him. A scowl darkened his face.
They sat on the kerb for a while until out of nowhere a large, blue, triple-deckered bus exploded out of nothingness, causing both of them to fall backwards in surprise. As Harry sat back up, he saw the girl was already on her feet with her katana in her hand.
A tall, gangly man with several pimples over his face peered out of the door.
"Oi, what'cha doin' down there?" He asked.
"I fell over, you surprised us." Harry stated while getting to his feet.
"Well ge'up, we've got a timetable ta keep!" The spotty man said. "C'mon, 'urry up an' get on!" He added when the two teenagers stared at him.
Harry got on the bus, dragging his trunk and Hedwig's empty cage, followed closely by the girl.
"Welcome t' tha knight bus!" The man proclaimed proudly.