ZY: This is what I get for listening to Audio books while trying to write. Oh well... Might as well post this on Fanfiction. Hope you all like it. And all rights go to J.K. Rowling except one character.
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Harry Potter and the Book of the Scribe, Part 1: the Sorcerer's Stone... Chapter 1.
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On an ordinary day in an ordinary neighborhood, a mailman was walking down his everyday route. Dropping off letters and parcels to their respective houses. As he walked to the next house on his route, the number 4 house on Privet Drive to be exact, he noticed a boy petaling on an old red and blue sport's bike that looked like it use a good waxing and had a silver cargo trailer hitched to the bike's rear that was full of fresh groceries in paper bags. This boy was ten-years-old, had unruly short black hair, was wearing an old short-sleeve blue shirt that a bit too big for him, had on a pair of kaki brown trousers, old worn black shoes, had on a pair of round wire-rimmed glasses that didn't hide his emerald green eyes, and had a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. The mailman knew this boy, his names was Harry Potter, he was Petunia and Vernon Dursey's nephew. Now that he thought about it, it's been a while since the mailman has seen the two Durseys and their porky son Dudley, close to a month if the mailman remembers correctly.
Harry spotted the mailman and greeted him politely. The mailman handed the boy the mail for the house. The mailman couldn't help but notice that four of the five letters he handed over had the word URGENT stamped in red ink on them, they looked important so the mailman asked "Can you make sure that your uncle gets those, it's rather unusual for the Durseys to get this many urgent letters. Is everything okay? I haven't seen any of them in a while." Harry easily replied "Everything fine. The Dursleys are just visiting uncle Vernon's sister for a while, she doesn't like me so they left me to hold down the fort on the condition that some of the neighbors come to check up on me every day. I'm sure these "urgent" letters are from them, they probably put that on there so I'd open the letters right away. They probably want me to send them some pictures of the house to prove that I didn't burn it down." Harry chuckled that last part out. The mailman wasn't sure about the integrity of that story, after all they left this boy home alone, but never the less, it was a somewhat believable story.
The mailman said farewell to the boy and went on his route and Harry peddle his bike to the garage of the number four house. The mailman stopped and turn a bit to see the boy open the garage with a remote control, that he probably kept in his pocket, he rode his bike into the garage, and the door closed as soon as the boy was in. The mailman couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor boy, after all, he's been alone in that house for who knows how long. The mailman couldn't help but think why the Dursleys left him alone in their house when they could have taken the boy with them or could have asked a neighbor to watch Harry. The mailman shrugged it off, maybe they really trusted the boy.
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Harry got off the bike. He needed to get the groceries in the house before the refrigerated stuff went bad. "Need a hand?" asked a voice that came from the door that led to the house. Harry replied as he picked up two grocery bags "That would be nice, and if you could do THAT, it would be appreciated." A thin smile appeared on the owner of the voice's lips as she said "Isn't a problem for me, Harry." With that, Harry could hear the sound of a pencil scratching on some paper. After the sound stopped, the grocery bags began to float into the air and followed Harry into the house.
He passed a girl, around his age, had ebony black hair that was tied in two braids that sat behind her slightly pointed ears and hung over her shoulders were the tip of the braids could reach her elbows, wore a short-sleeve white shirt that had the words "The Pen Is Mightier Then The Sword" in black print on the front, kaki trousers, was wearing a pair of old gray shoes, had a small pointed nose, had golden brown eyes, the same golden brown that appeared an the surface of perfectly baked bread, that shined so brightly they could probably glow in the dark, her skin was tanned to her bones, had an oval gemstone imbedded in her forehead, the gem was the same color as her eyes, and was holding a hardcover book with no less than 300 pages that was the same color as the sea. It didn't surprise Harry that she was here, after all, he gave her a copy of the house key.
Harry put the bags he was holding on the white countertop, the floating bags placed themselves next to those bags. After Harry walked away from the counter, the food in the bags started to float out of them and started to put themselves into their places in the cubers, fridge, and shelves. Neither Harry nor the girl made any sign that this was an unusual thing.
Harry opened and looked through the four letters with the URGENT postmarks. "Final notice from the Electricity company, a warning that the water company is going to shut off the water if the bill's not payed in the next month or so, oh, final notice from the cable company! Guess that means the tv's only going to work until the end of the next month, joy... Oh, and a notice from the bank. The mortgage hasn't been payed yet," Harry said as all of the food was put away. The girl looked at Harry and said "Do you think showing those to that lawyer will get him to take off the rose colored glasses he wears?" Harry shook his head and muttered "Don't think so, but at least he's been paying for the food."
The girl said rather loudly "Just how blind is that bloke?" Harry then said, after he tossed those letters in the rubbish bin, "He is, unfortunately, a really good friend of the Dursleys, and he's not going to admit that they left for no reason what-so-ever." The girl added solemnly "And no real reason to leave you behind... Honestly, what was he thinking? Making ya stay in this empty house all by yaself?" Harry tossed the last letter in the rubbish bin, it was a postcard from Vernon's sister. He saw it coming, he knew it was going to happen. It didn't surprise the boy when it did happen, but it didn't mean that it didn't hurt.
The girl saw the look on Harry's face, she knew exactly what he was thinking about. The golden gem in her forehead sparkled a bit. "Harry, figure I'd tell ya that it's Meg's turn ta cook dinner tomorrow. I know ya have ta stay in this house, but I'ma sure that it's not against the lawyer's word for ya ta go visit Silver Haven every once in a while. And if ya happen ta visit during dinner and it happens ta end real late, pretty sure it'll be fine if ya sleep there with us. Plus the Director's not going to have ya walking home at night," the girl offered, trying to get Harry's mind off of his current thought. "Tomorrow, huh... Sure, I'll be there," Harry said with a smile and added "It's been a while since I've seen everyone." The girl smiled, her golden eyes sparkling.
The grandfather clocked struck 4. This got the two children's attention. "Uh oh, I gotta start heading back now if I wanna get there before dark," the girl stated making sure that her blue hardcover book was in a homemade, ebony book sack with a shoulder strap. As she headed for the front door, she told Harry that she'll see him tomorrow, and he replied "I will Sis." The two smiled at each other before the girl left the house.
Now Harry was alone. He knew the the girl meant well, but he really wished he could go back to Silver Haven with her. Harry pulled out a relatively round, silver colored pocket watch. He opened it, relieving a picture of a seven-year-old version of him and the girl in the face of the clock. The two had an arm around one another's shoulder and were smiling towards the camera with a silvering-haired woman in the background smiling as well. On the inside of the lid was etched with the words 'Twins by Soul, not by Blood. Harry and Topaz.' A smile appeared on the boy's face.
Yes, the two shared a birthday, July 31, 1980. It was a year ago was when Harry learnt that his last name was Potter and found out that he was the nephew of the Dursleys. Up until then, he lived at Silver Haven Orphanage with his Soul Twin.
Harry closed the pocket watch. He really missed being at that place. Silver Haven was actually one of the few GOOD orphanages in England, the staff really did cared for the children. They made sure all of the children ate their meals, they know all the children by name, pester them about going to school and doing their homework, they made sure all the children had the right size clothing (even the hand-me-downs), they made sure all the children were safe, taught them life skills, and punished the children when they broke the rules or curfew. The Director of the Silver Haven Orphanage was known for her firm love, she cared for the children, but she did believe that children needed a firm guiding hand in order to learn how to live in the real world.
The Director was the one to find Harry on the doorstep of her orphanage eight and a half years ago, all bundled up in a blanket with a note that read "His name is Harry. Birthday is 7/31/80." That was it. He was just left at the orphanage with no reason whats-so-ever. At the time, normally Silver Haven wasn't suppose to take anyone left at their doorstep until paperwork was submitted, but the Director couldn't just leave baby Harry there so she took him in under HER care and on HER dime until the paperwork was completed. She was Harry's mother figure at Silver Haven.
It was actually a coincident that Topaz was brought to the orphanage exactly one year later, her story was a lot different from Harry's, but we'll cover that later.
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Harry was currently having dinner with everyone at Silver Haven Orphanage. It was very lively, much different from dinner with the Dursleys, and Harry liked it. He did notice that there were a few new faces at the table and that a few familiar faces were missing. It wasn't an unusual thing, this was an orphanage, children are adopted and brought there almost every week.
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It was a good dinner, nothing really fancy or anything, but it was delicious. Harry had a wonderful time talking with some of the children he knew and learnt the names of the new tenants of the orphanage. Some of the new kids did ask why he wasn't living at Silver Haven anymore, but Harry told them that it was complicated.
No one realized how late it was until one of the caregivers looked at the old grandfather clock that didn't dong on the hours anymore. The minute hand was on the 5 while the hour hand was on the 9, meaning the time was 9:05 at night. "Oh my, it's late. Alright everyone, get ready for bed," said the caregiver who noticed the time.
The Director of the Silver Haven Orphanage was well into her 60s, had silvering hair that was tied back into a bun, thin wire-rimmed glasses that sat in front of her hazel eyes, she wasn't really tall but she wasn't short, she was wearing a casual suit with a black vest, and black slacks. She walked up to Harry and said "Harry, It's too late for you to be walking back to that house, so you're going to have to sleep here tonight. We should have some spare nightclothes in your size and I'm sure you remember where the boy's beds are." Harry nodded with a smile. It was obvious to the Director that him coming for dinner was planed, but she didn't say anything about it. She thought it was better for him to be here rather than that empty house.
This was the happiest that Harry's felt in a while. He got ready for bed. He was enjoying being back in the bed at Silver Haven.
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Some one was holding Harry, he didn't know who but he knew the person was holding him lovingly. When Harry opened his eyes he saw a young woman with emerald green eyes and long red hair staring back at him. Who was this woman? The red-head brushed some strands of Harry's hair out of his face. The boy reached out to grab her hand and realized that his hands and arms were that of an infant. The woman smiled and moved her hand so that Harry-in-the-form-of-a-baby could grip her index finger with his tiny hands.
"Don't worry Harry, Mommy and Daddy will be taking you to see your favorite Godfather next week. And I know he's going to have your favorite cookies," the woman said in a caring tone. Harry blinked a bit. Was this woman his mother?
The next thing Harry knew, a flash of eerie green made the woman vanish. And he could hear an evil laughter.
What happened? What's going on?
That was when Harry awoke from the dream.
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Before breakfast, Topaz seemed to know that something was bugging Harry. She always seem to know when he was trying to hide something, and Harry always seemed to know when something was off with Topaz. The two jokingly theorized that it was because they were Soul Twins.
So, Topaz sat next to Harry when they ate. "Bad Dream?" Topaz asked Harry. The boy replied "I'm not sure... I don't really know what kind of dream I should classify it as." Topaz placed a hand on Harry's shoulder and said "Did it have that eerie green light?" He nodded. Harry's told her in the past about him having dreams with that green light. Not like either of them knew what it meant, but it made Harry feel better telling Topaz about it and she was a good listener. It made Harry happy to know that he had a good sister to talk to.
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One of Harry and Topaz's dreams was to be adopted together into the same household. Mind you it was very rare that siblings get adopted into the same family, even if the two weren't even related, but for some reason neither Topaz nor Harry were able to find perspective families, not together or separate. It happens occasionally, more often then not unfortunately, children not being adopted by good families by the time they become legal adults. It was a sad truth, and it's one of the reasons why the Director of Silver Haven and the staff teach the children life lessons. Doing laundry, fixing up tears in clothing, cleaning, cooking, and some other helpful tidbits that'll help in the long run. The cooking lessons was the favorite in the orphanage. Everyone, whom was old enough to learn how to cook, had a specialty. Harry's was Fruit-Filled Scones, while Topaz's was Chicken Fried Rice with Scrabbled Eggs mixed in.
It was always good to have some life skills.
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It was a lovely morning as Harry rode the old bike back to Pivet Drive. As much as Harry wanted to stay at Silver Haven, he knew he had to be back at that house before noon, the time that lawyer will be at the house to check up on Harry. He was a nice lawyer and did his job well, but his biggest flaw was his blind loyalty. Because of that Harry couldn't help but feel sorry for him, even if Topaz didn't. He was a good friend of Vernon Dursley and he would be THE LAST person to ever admit to the Dursleys just packing up and leaving Harry behind, even if the evidence was right there in front of him.
It was 10:50 by the time Harry arrived at the number 4 house on Pivet Drive. He made good time. The boy pulled out the keys to the house, he was going to bring the bike into the house and lean it the wall near the door, after all he was the only one living in the house, no one was going to complain. Harry opened the door and noticed that there was a letter on the mat in front of the door. It was addressed to him!
He picked up the envelope. Who was this from?
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ZY: If you've reached this point of the story, let me say, thank you for reading. And that the character Topaz is my creation, so NO STEALING, even if I haven't explained her full character yet. And I'm just going to say it now so I don't have this question popping up later, I WILL NOT BE PAIRING TOPAZ WITH HARRY! Yes, they do love each other, but in a brother-sister kind of way, they are siblings by soul not by blood. If anyone want's to know what the whole Soul Twins and Soul Siblings mean, stay tune to this story.