Title: My Invisible Lover
Author: Mrs. Aish Luthor
Rating: PG13
Summary: Prince Harry was destined to be a husband of no mortal lover. His future lover awaits him on the top of the mountain. He is a monster whom neither gods nor men can resist.
Disclaimer: Well, the usual… Not mine, just borrowing the characters from J.K. Rowling and I'm just borrowing the plot from the Greek Mythology, the Cupid and Psyche story (reference Bulfinch's Mythology).
A/N: I've tried this before, didn't work though. Wish it would work now.
Prologue
Once upon a time, in the kingdom called the Godric Hollow, lived a king and a queen blessed with three children. Their two elder children were beautiful but not as beautiful as the youngest, Harry.
Prince Harry was so beautiful that no words could ever describe his beauty. The fame of his beauty was so great that strangers from neighboring countries came in crowds to enjoy the sight, and looked at him with amazement and admiration, treating him like he was Lucius, the god of beauty, himself.
While Prince Harry was enjoying the homage paid to him by those people who truly admired his beauty, Lucius, the god of beauty, was furious. He found his altars deserted due to the fact that men turned their devotion to young Prince Harry.
And so with this, Lucius made a plan. Made a plan to punish the one who steal people's attention from him.
A/N: This is an Alternate Universe by the way.
Chapter 1: The Unsuspecting Young Prince Harry
It was one of the cheerful mornings at the Godric Hollow. Prince Harry woke up on the right side of the bed. After few stretches, he heard his personal nanny knocking on the door.
"Right on time," he thought.
Prince Harry opened the door for Madam Pomfrey. She was about to start taking care of the young prince's morning routine when about a dozen of owls, each on carrying different sizes of parcels, came swooshing into his room, one hit the young prince on his forehead.
"Dozen more gifts eh, young prince?" Madam Pomfrey said.
"Err, yes," he answered as he stood up rubbing his forehead.
"Well, you better get ready now, Princess Hermione's getting married in few hours. Of course, as the youngest and the most beautiful of all, you should be present in your sister's wedding."
"Yes, you're right, I suppose."
"How can't I be right?" Madam Pomfrey answered as she pushed young Prince Harry towards the bathroom.
As the young prince was having a bath, Madam Pomfrey arranged everything for him: his clothes, his shoes and his jewelries including his cute little crown. He finished bathing, went into his clothes and accessories and hurried down to his sister's wedding.
"My, my, Draco, your arrows are really sharp, aren't they? But still they are no match for mine," Sirius, god of prophecy, music and healing, sneered.
"Really eh?" drawled the young god. "You killed the great basilisk but the death you gave it was a swift, easy one. The death that my arrows can give is a death no one would ever want."
"Is that so? Tell me, how can the god of love kill?"
Draco didn't answer, instead he raised his eyebrows at the other god and left.
"This young god is so like his father," Sirius thought.
He shrugged and prepared to leave when from nowhere an arrow hit him. He looked around trying to find who dared to 'kill' the god of prophecy, music and healing but he saw no one. Instead he saw the most beautiful water nymph he ever laid his eyes on and then he knew he was in love.
At the same time Sirius was hit by an arrow, a beautiful water nymph, Remus, was hit by an arrow as well. But the arrow that hit the Sirius was an arrow to excite love and the arrow that hit Remus was an arrow to repel love.
Sirius started pursuing this water nymph but Remus abhorred the thought of loving. His interests were purely on the woodland sports and the spoils of the chase. So the chase begun between Sirius and Remus and it ended when Remus, son of the river god, asked his father for help. On top of a hill, Remus stopped, stiffness seized all his limbs; his chest began to be enclosed in a tender bark; his hair became leaves; his arms became branches; his foot stuck fast in the ground, as a root; his face became a treetop, retaining nothing of its former self but its beauty. Sirius was shocked for he couldn't believe that the only one he loved didn't love him and choose to be a tree than to be his husband.
He kissed the tree gently and whispered, "Since you cannot be my husband, then you shall become my tree. And, as eternal youth is mine, you also shall always be green, and your leaf know no decay."
And from somewhere, young god of love was chuckling. "That's how I kill," he said. Then he flew back to where his father was.
"I can't believe these people are actually thinking that this young man is more beautiful than I," Lucius thought angrily as he was pacing back and fro.
"Well, father, I suggest you teach him a lesson," Draco said lazily.
"Yes, yes, I was thinking of that already, thank you."
"But still you're not doing anything."
"I was about to do some…" Lucius stopped talking and smiled sweetly at his son, "Hmmm, well, Draco my son, how about helping your father punish this insolent little boy eh? Because you see, your father should be the most beautiful creature that ever existed, aside from you of course."
"Flattery is not really necessary father. And besides, revenge is sweet. What do you want me to do?"
"Well, how about making him in love with the lowest scum on this planet?"
"Yeah? And the lowest scum you're saying shouldn't love him back right?"
"Yes dear, quite right."
"Well, if that's all..."
"Oh yes, yes, that's all and after that we can go to Hogwarts and celebrate with the other gods. Oh and by the way, I heard about what happened to Sirius. Tell me, do you have something to do with that?"
Draco smirked, "Yeah, any problem with that?"
"Oh no my son, that's quite impressive actually."
Draco gave his father another smirk before setting out to do his task.
"Now we present to you the newly weds for the traditional first dance," King James announced to the whole kingdom with cheerful voice.
Princess Hermione walked hand in hand with the Prince of Grimmauld and his husband, Prince Seamus, towards the dance floor.
"They really are for each other right Harry?" Prince Ron asked.
"Yeah, I'm thinking of the day I'll get married. What would my future bride look like," Prince Harry sighed.
"Hey I'll get married first!"
"That is if you get a girl before me!"
"But I am the second child, that means I have to get married before you!"
Harry grinned at his brother and continued dreaming.
TBC…
What do you guys think? Continue? Not?
Love,
Mrs. Aish Luthor
