Chapter 1 Dreams of Flight
The wind blew strong through his raven locks. He could feel the thermal air vents pushing against him as he rose higher into the azure sky. It was a glorious moment. The kind of feeling that made a person glad to be alive. His large raven colored wings soaring him higher, his body turning with the wind.
He could suddenly feel something fly next to him; a great magnificent beast the color white. Though instead of feeling intimidated by a being of such size, he felt at peace and secured. The unknown yet familiar creature had then swooped under the flying boy and carried him on its back. The boy could feel such a power radiating from the creature beneath him. The sound of large wings flapping rhythmically against the wind. Strangely he felt connected to the other being. A strong feeling of love and care came forth from the creature he was riding upon.
It was all an intoxicating experience. Though there were two minds, two hearts, they felt as one soul. The boy never felt such a strong union. Through their bond he could feel the other's excitement as they flew higher into the clouds. It was liberating, it was addicting, he felt as though he were King of the Skies. The created belted out a large roar to the heavens, one which Harry responded in kind.
The linked pair climbed higher into the sky, clouds long passed beneath them, and the blue progressively darken. Stars were made visible, each twinkling merrily. The young boy felt empowered and never wanted this feeling, this moment, to ever end.
"Get up, get up now!" the snarky voice belonging to one Petunia Dursley reverberated through the door, followed by the repetitive banging against the door. Harry, caught completely unawares, fell off the small bed and onto the floor with a dull thump. A quiet groan from above told him that his sister too was awake.
"We're up Aunt Petunia." Harry called out, his voice rough with sleep. So much for never wanting it to end. Harry thought ruefully. He could hear his Aunt sniff in disgust before walking off, presumably to wake up her precious Dudders. Harry's forehead thumped against the cool carpet, sleep sounded really good right about now.
"Don't even think about it Harry." his twin sister, Arya, called out as she pulled the thin blanket off of her skinny frame. Like Harry, she had raven black hair. Though it was straight and long whereas Harry's was short and grew in every direction, and a matching pair of green eyes. Both were short and skinny and in Harry's case had knobby knees.
Harry groaned in annoyance as his sister stepped over him and walked over to the wardrobe sitting next to the door. "Wanna sleep...good dream." he mumbled. He could hear his sister sigh dramatically and a smile formed across his face as he heard her mutter "lazy prat"
Harry and Arya Potter were fraternal twins and lived in the same small bedroom for nearly their whole lives. Rather than living with their parents, the Potters lived with the Dursleys, their Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and cousin Dudley. And all lived on Privet Drive in a small town known as Little Whinging. Their parents had died when they were only babies in a car accident. There were times Harry thought he could remember the accident but he wasn't sure what part of the car can make a bright green light.
Life for the Potters wasn't an easy one. For as long as the twins could remember they were treated with ill-concealed disgust by the Dursleys. In fact five years ago they used to live in the cupboard under the stairs. The only reason they have a room now was because both couldn't fit in the cupboard anymore. Their Uncle Vernon, a big beefy man with short brown hair, would use any excuse to shout and belittle them, down to how Harry's hair grew. Aunt Petunia, a thin bony woman with a long neck and horse like face, would order them do chores around the house and the garden; sometimes they even had to cook meals for the Dursley. And Dudley, with the encouragement of his parents, took great pleasure in tormenting Harry; he was a smaller version of their Uncle.
Though Harry wasn't bothered by this too much. As long as Dudley and his gang focused their attention on him and not his sister. And though he didn't look like it, Harry was a fast runner, which meant that often times Dudley nor his gang couldn't catch him. The little boy was also thankful that his twin sister seemed to be just as fast.
Today would be a bittersweet time for both Harry and Arya. It was the last day of school and now the Potters would finally be free from a teacher, who had listened to the gossip mill around town and knew them to be 'troublemakers', who would glare at them with suspicion. On the other hand no school meant spending more time in the same house as their Aunt and as a result do more daily chores around the Dursley household.
In well practiced movements, the twins managed to change into fresh clothes, if one could call them so, grabbed matching threadbare backpacks and trudged down the stairs. They could hear the muffled sounds of complaint from Dudley's room, adjacent to theirs, and Arya rolled her eyes in annoyance. Harry smiled at his sister before smothering it, less his Uncle become angry of Harry's smile. The man hated to see either Potter smile for any reason. Harry was grateful that he at least had someone that didn't yell or flinch at everything he did. He didn't want to imagine what life would have been like in the Dursley household if he was by himself. For one maybe he would still be in the cupboard.
The twins silently entered the kitchen where they could see their Aunt making an extraordinary lunch for her Dudley. As if he needs anymore food. Harry thought heatedly. Arya sent calming emotions to him and Harry gave a thankful smile to his sister. It was a rather unique bond the twins shared. When they had first discovered such a bond they were amazed and frighten of such anomaly. They both wholeheartedly agreed not to mention a word to the Dursleys. Harry wasn't sure what would happen to him and his sister and he had no intentions of finding out. The Dursleys already thought of them as freaks.
Aunt Petunia glared at them in contempt as if to dare them to make a mess in her unnaturally clean kitchen. "Your sacks are on the counter, take them and go." his Aunt snipped.
"Thank you Aunt Petunia." the Potter twins intoned. Though Harry was happy to get a lunch sack, he well knew it was so that the Dursleys would appear normal to their nosy neighbors. It wouldn't do to have one child receive packed lunch and the others starved. Of course that didn't mean the lunches were equal proportions and if it wasn't for the fact that Harry and Arya were fast runners he was sure Dudley would have bully his way into eating their lunch as well.
They were quick to leave their Aunt's presence, as if she were to change her mind on giving them a lunch. Passing the cupboard under the stairs, out the front door and Harry breathed a sigh of relief. The muscles around his shoulders relaxed the farther away they walked from number four. Arya gave him a knowing look as she too relaxed along with each step. "It looks like Aunt Petunia made the same thing again." Arya spoke as she peered into the bag.
"You're not surprise are you?" Harry asked incredulously.
"Of course not, don't be stupid." Arya waived off. "I had to break you from that depressing mess you were in earlier." she stated bluntly. Harry could only shake his head fondly at his sister.
"I'm fine Arya, just thinking." Harry replied. Arya gave him a look that said that she clearly didn't believe him.
"Did you have another flying dream?" Arya whispered, looking around conspicuously. Not that there was a reason to as the neighbors were in their homes or already on their ways to work.
Harry was taken aback slightly, up until now he wasn't even thinking about his flight dream. "Er- yeah but that wasn't what I was thinking about." Harry looked at his sister curiously. "Did you have a flying dream too?"
Arya briefly looked uncomfortable. Nervously worrying her lower lips and playing with the hem of her large shirt did Arya briefly nodded. It was rare for Harry to see his sister look unsure of herself. Not that he couldn't blame her. The flying dreams had only appeared a month ago. Harry was the first one to have the dream and was quick to tell his sister in excitement. Never had Harry had a dream that felt so surreal. Unfortunately Dudley had overheard the conversation and had promptly rushed to Uncle Vernon in hopes that the Potter twins would be fussed at. He wasn't disappointed. A night spent in the cupboard as punishment for spreading such freakish lies.
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley had an abnormal fear of anything outside their limited view as normal. Which included dreams of Harry flying. However Arya had found her brother's dream interesting and wanted to know more about it. It was only the following night that Arya too had the same dream. Every night since the twins had dreamt of flying, each passing night the same dream enhancing in clarity and senses.
At first Harry thought the dreams were in relation to his weird shape scar on his forehead, shaped like a lightning bolt, though Arya 'kindly' pointed out that she had no such scar on her person. Though Harry had found the dreams to be fascinating, Arya remained cautious. She hated not knowing all the views of a situation or problem and the same dream reoccurring nightly with no explanation was the prime example of Arya's frustration. "This time I saw that I was riding something with wings." Harry shared with his sister easily. Though he too found their predicament strange he was glad he had someone to talk to, and selfishly he was glad not to experience this phenomenon alone.
Arya looked over at her brother with sharp green eyes. Harry wondered if any of his other classmates finds her glares as intimidating as he does. Not that he would ever admit that to his sister. "Wings? What were they attached to?"
Harry sighed. "I don't know, it was something big though." He briefly remembered the deep baritone roar that emitted from the creature's mouth. "This is all so strange!" Harry exclaimed and Arya agreed.
"You think we can find a book or something to find out what these dreams mean?"
Harry's brow scrunched up in thought. "Even if we were to find one, Uncle Vernon will not let us check out the book from the library, he'll consider it to be strange." Arya sighed s she had forgotten for a quick second who their relatives were.
For reasons unknown to Harry and Arya Potter. The Dursleys hated the twins and could barely stand being in the same room as them. Harry didn't understand what he or his sister did to deserve such a loathing. Sometimes Harry thought he could see the look of fear in his Aunt Petunia's eyes. What did Harry and Arya ever do to deserve such treatment from their guardians? Was it something their parents did?
It wasn't long before the Potter twins were in front of an arrange of long buildings that was the local primary school. As usual both students and their parents regarded the twins with caution. Harry could only wonder where his Aunt had the time to gossip to all the women of the school to get such looks. Not that it really bothered Harry anymore. Still he wished he had friends that wouldn't be afraid of him because of Dudley and his gang would beat up any who made such an attempt to befriend Harry or Arya.
"Just think this will be the last day we have to deal with them." Arya spoke softly as they entered the building.
"Too bad we'll have to see most of them at Stonewall." Harry muttered
"Well aren't you a positive person."Arya said sardonically to which Harry replied with a cheeky smile. "Come on let's get this last day over with." The Potter twins continued down the congested hallways in stride pointedly ignoring the stares, or scowls from those of the popular crowd. They were unaware of the coming summer would change their lives forever.