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Summary: Harry is set to marry a wealthy heir when his twin sister dies in a tragic fire accident. Their parents having died in a previous fire when they were infants, left the two orphans in the care of a one Vernon Dursley and his family. The fires, however, were by no means an accident for a darkness is being unleashed that will threaten the very meaning of life and it is Harry who holds the power to defend the light. Eventual Drarry, evil Dumbledore, helpful Tom Riddle. AU. [Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter]
Rated M
Disclaimer: I own nothing besides the story line and the occasional original character. All else is the highly esteemed J.K. Rowlings' work.
A young boy grasps the smaller hand of a young girl that is dangling from the side of a toppled carriage. She is outstretched on the side but remains trapped by a collapsed door frame around her legs with her small hand reached over the side to grab his own hand. The young boy whose face resembled her own if not for the long locks of auburn hair that trace her face. His emerald eyes frantically search around for any chance at someone coming to their aid but the road is barren save for their crashed carriage. The only possible form of help would be from the coachman lying on the side of the road or the guards inside the carriage. His own body too short to fully reach the side of the carriage and has to stand on the tip of his toes while leaning on the belly of the carriage. He momentarily loses his balance and falters back but remains upright. Gathering himself he can see a small fire reaching to consume the carriage although the origin being a mystery. With renewed vigor the boy attempt the climb the side of the vehicle to reach her. He arrives at the top and stares at her legs that are tattered from the force of the collapsed door frame and the other half lying along the outside. He leans forward and lifts at the door to try to release her but her cries of pain eventually lead him to cease his efforts. He curses his small body and the cruel fate that would have his sister in such an ungodly state. Her hair falling around her with her pretty new gown covered in ash, blood and dirt. His green eyes filter with unshed tears as the fire catches more of the trees and grows larger around them. She coughs from the smoke but gives him a weak smile in gratitude even as her eyes gain a sense of peace. He reaches out his hand towards her frail form and screams, "Hold on Lillian! I'll get you out!"
She stares deeply into his intense orbs and gives him a fleeting smile before releasing his hand and he topples back falling from the carriage and rolling away. Calmly and with the grace a six-year old could muster, she lets out a light giggle of hysteria and shouts to him, "I love you Harry!"
Her smile never fades even as the flames consume her small body. Her hair falling around her to clash with the actual fire to appear as though she was returning to that which created her. As the fire grows, her form takes on one of the darker flames until her body is portrayed dancing with the gleaming lights. Her hair forming from smoke before returning to the passionate red that was similar to their mothers. Then her small body began glowing with a blue inner light covered with a white and red layer of fire that mimicked skin. She still holds that smile but it has morphed with the smoke to appear a mix between a sneer and a smile. Her eyes that once mirrored the calm forest now reflect the burning of the sun as they stare further into his own from where he lays.
His eyes never leave hers even as they cloud with tears that finally fall. His form trembles slightly as he gazes in apprehension at the form that was once his little sister. The young orphan and adopted daughter to the sleazy family, the Dursleys. She was to be their blooming flower that eradicated their misery and to lead them to a better life; by securing them through a marriage to the noble family known as the Malfoys. The arrangements already made to the well-respected heir, Draco, to be fulfilled once she came of age in ten years' time. Now those plans would never be consummated. Not as the young Harry stares at the creature that was once his twin sister, not as he cries at his miserable failure to save her. When he raises his head to gaze upon the figure, there is none and the smoke carries over towards his fallen body. Harry coughs as the smoke burns his eyes and lungs, the coughing only worsening as the ash and soot coat his small frame. He turns to the opposing side of the wreckage and crawls away from its remains. He makes it as far as the other side of the road, where the bushes and ferns encompass the surrounding forest, before the wind carries the stench of burning flesh to his nose. Harry retches the contents of his stomach unto to the closest shrubbery as he realizes that stench is his sisters burning corpse. With that final thought, he presumably passes unconscious in an unceremonious heap besides the regurgitated contents. The fire raging to life behind him in mockery of his now forsaken lives.
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Off in the distance, a slim figure watches as the scene unfolds from atop a ridge on the mountain that overlooks the small valley. It is cloaked in shadows and stares with hungry eyes as the young child trapped by the carriage transforms into a fiery creature with the simplicity of a burning amber. But the figure grimaces as the being seems to focus its utter attention to the crumbled boy on the road. Without a word, the figure raises a wrinkled hand and releases a blue ball of energy that expands as it travels to the fiery being. It quickly dispels and reappears in front of the figure with an expectant expression. The figure grins in apprehension and speaks in a strained, male voice, "Join me. I accept you and by the vows of the ancient and the promise of the immortals you are bound to me."
The fiery creature that was once Lilian morphs its face into a snarl before converting into a bundle of white light. She glows brighter and the figure staggers back from the tremendous show of power. He smiles in triumph but then bellows in anger when the ball fades away from him, "NO! You are bound to ME!"
His cries are then turned to pain as the light expands dramatically and propels him backwards; he thus collides with the side of the mountain. He groans but glares in retribution at the white light that returns to a singular image of Lilian. It maintains the glowing fire almost as though her body was made of crystal with a fire inside whose lights play off the curves of the body. Her hair returning to the red hue that it held when she was alive but her eyes remain the yellow with a ring of orange around them that origins from the inner-fire. Her eyes narrow at the male figure as she speaks with hundreds of voices, "Not yours to claim by the promise of the immortals, for the vows of the ancient you have already broken. A new light shall claim mine to overthrow the darkness you seek to cast. The time for your rule will never be and the power you hold shall be no more."
With that, she burns with a blinding white light and disappears once more leaving an enraged man in her wake. The figure grips the side of the mountain and hoists himself to a standing position. He is panting in exhaustion from the encounter with a new-born immortal and curses the remnants of the girl that lives on. The fire should have consumed her entirely, body, soul, and mind, but somehow the putrid six-year old held onto herself. He curses her again before turning to look upon the wreck and the coachman that finally arose to the sight. The figure casts calculating eyes as the coachman races to pick up the boy and carries him further away from the burning carriage. They head towards the approaching villagers from the nearby town of Ravernet. From atop the mountain, the man growls in annoyance and with a flick of the wrist, disappears.
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In the darkness, there glows a faint light. A man chained to the walls of a dark cavern jostles to life as he feels a sudden warmth spread throughout his body. His eyes open to reveal two red orbs that widen in realization. His face breaks out into a smile an he lets free a hearty laugh that becomes a wheezing noise before ending in a coughing fit. He spits out a glob of blood but a smirk returns to his face. He cannot help the evident joy that seeps into his eyes as he stares at the figure returning from above ground. The same figure that was gazing at young Harry from atop the mountain. Red eyes clash with murky blue. The man on the wall breaks the silence with an amused tone, "They have awaken and soon you will fall. All for not because they will destroy you."
His red eyes dance in mirth as the figure curses and raises his hand in agitation before pausing. The man on the wall hesitates but continues, "Oh, afraid of wasting precious energy now that your death is guaranteed? Hmm, Albus?"
His face hardens when he notes Albus raising his hand and bringing it down in a slashing motion. The man on the wall screams in agony as long red gashes appear along his pale skin, trailing along past marks that were open only a few hours prior. As the blood trickles out of his body, so do white trails of energy. Those same ribbons of light flow from his body to the gaping mouth of Albus whom proceeds to swallow the energy. The man continuous to scream throughout the ordeal, feeling his throat go raw until it dies out into silence. In a matter of seconds, the white ribbons cease to flow and the man on the wall is lined with a new set of scars to match the old. He is panting, beads of sweat mar his body, and his eyes are shut in obvious pain from the exertion of the torture. Albus staggers but then his body glows with a white light that settles after a few moments. His eyes twinkle as they stare at his prisoner and he mockingly says, "But my dear boy, why worry when I have an excellent source of power right here?"
He laughs at the scene before him and turns to leave the cavern but a voice stops him momentarily. It is faint, barely above a whisper but Albus hears the words clearly from the man chained to the wall, "..not..for long.."
Albus stiffens at the bold statement but relaxes when he feels the energy travel through his system. He chuckles and responds merrily, "Tom. What makes you think I will let them live long enough to realize the power they hold."
His eyes twinkle as he begins to ascend to the top world where he assures himself, he will find and end the threat to his impending reign. He smiles at his brilliance and pops a lemon drop into his mouth, all the while ignoring the screams and curse from Tom as he seals the cavern once more.