alight i know i should be updating my toher stories but i just had to get this out. its just i little crossover idea i had for harry potter and supernatural.
obviously it doesnt make much sense with what is here so i'll give a quick rundown: FEM HARRY! war happens, harry's friends die, the rest of the wizarding world slowy loses trust in harry, she flees the government to america, where no magic person has existed since it was first colonized, reasons yet to be determined, something to do with the wild magic being tainted by outside wizards in some sort of curse maybe, harry builds herself a home their and after a few years starts to come acros children with magic. supernatural comes in later but Hunters are known by the wizards and are feared greatly.
that is the main gist, if you want this to continue then leave a review and tell me, if not then dont. if this is continued it will be in a while, i want to work on my other story first.
oh and i own nothing!
The day was calm, a soft breeze flittered through the tall grasses that surrounded the small lake and the cottage built above its water, held up by wooden stilts that looked as if they the trunks of great trees. The wooden deck the house was built upon sat just over half a foot above the water.
The side of the house that faced west and towards the centre of the small lake was made up of large folding glass doors, set on tracks so they could be pushed to the sides and sit next to the walls of what appeared to be a homely living room and connecting kitchen. Wooden shutters were held up by matching wood struts, acting as a roof for the veranda. The cabin itself was wooden, a light dusting of Campsis Radicans grew along east wall, connected to the shore of the lake, and creeping slightly onto the northern, wrapped around the supporting beams for the verandas roof, its sunset coloured flowers dotting its vines. The wood that made up the gentle slopes of the roof was slightly darker than the walls, a stone chimney stack jutting from it, leading down to the fireplace in the living room. The front door lay nestled under the overhanging roof of the wrap around veranda, on the eastern wall, wooden steps leading up from the shore.
A twisting thread of smoke slowly rose from the chimney, warm yellow lights flooded out of the open glass doors, the light glowing into the darkening afternoon. Through the large opening a woman could be seen. She had shoulder length messy black hair and lightly tan skin. Bright green eyes shone warmly as she set a tray full of steaming mugs upon a low table, soft cushions surrounding it. The two light green couches had been pushed against the wall opposite the glass doors, and a soft red rug sat centred under the table. A fire crackled in its place to the left of the table, a large hearth surrounding it.
Setting down the tray the young woman straightened. She wore a casual short sleeved, light blue blouse, the top two buttons undone and a pair of black denim shorts and around her neck lay a woven leather necklace with bundles of elongated tear shaped stones of different kinds that made a short curtain over her collar bone. The woman wore no shoes and the pile of shoes just outside the frames of the folding glass doors were far to small for her. The ravenette smiled as she listened to the voices of children and the splash of water from around the side of the house where a small dock was attached to the wooden planking that framed the house. She padded softly towards the open wall and leant around the edge, calling out to the group of varying aged kids sitting on the dock with their feet in the water.
"Come on pups! Lesson time."
Instead of groans and moans and learning, the group of 7 children yelled in delight and scrambled over each other to get into the house. None of the children stepped over the metal rail for the massive folding doors though, and instead waited for the dark haired woman to come out of the hall next to the kitchen carrying a towel that she placed on the ground and instructed the children to dry their feet.
The first to sit themselves around the table were the twins Chris and Caitlin Dowle; a boy and girl, both with straight mud brown hair, the girls went down to mid back and the boys spiked up. The boy had dark grey eyes and the girl bright brown, and wearing matching white t shirts and blue shorts. They were the youngest of the seven, being five years old. The brother and sister sat to the right of the head of the table, which was the end furthest from the fire.
The next to sit where the three friends Jacob Martin, a 9 year old who went by Jack, 10 year old Jessica Cartar, Jess to her friends, and 9 year old Robert Rinnigan, who hated his name and instead introduced himself as Bart. None had met before they came into the black haired womans teachings, and had become friends through common experience.
Jack had longish ash blond hair that covered the tops of his ears and swept over his forehead. His skin was a sun kissed tan. Bright olive eyes shone with emotion that his shy, quiet demeanour didn't quite express. He wore a dark green and black plaid t shirt with a black singlet underneath and jean shorts that were ripped at the bottom. Jessica had dark brown, almost black ringlets pulled back into a tight ponytail that just reached her shoulders and matching dark eyes and pale skin. The young girl wore short red overalls with a white singlet underneath. Bart had short, wild red hair. A spattering of freckles dusted his cheeks and his light green-grey eyes shone mischievously. He wore a baddy dark yellow shirt and black sports shorts with a white stripe down the sides. The three sat opposite to the twins, the boys sitting on either side of Jess.
Then came Melissa Vertan, a sweet 12 year old with thick, wavy auburn hair and doe brown eyes. She had a light mocha skin and wore a dark purple spaghetti strap singlet and blue denim short shorts. The tween sat herself next to Jack on one of the furthest seats from the head of the table.
Lastly came 15 year old Annalise 'Anna' Dowle, having helped all the younger kids to the table to sit before herself. Like her two younger siblings, Chris and Caitlin, her hair was straight, but unlike them hers was a lighter shade of brown and had grey eyes to match her brothers. She wore a thin off the shoulder white T shirt over a pink singlet and faded and ripped short shorts. Anna sat next to her two younger siblings on the other seat closer to the fire.
The black hair woman smiled as she moved to sit on the cushion at the head of the table, all attention from the seven children turned to her as she crossed her legs on her cushion. As her green eyes swept over the young ones before her she saw their nervousness, their anxiety to the subject she was about to teach. All their lives they had been lost in a world that did not understand them, hiding from their closest family and with no one to relate to. And to her it wasn't a surprise. The children hat she looked at now were the first of their kind to be born in this country, to even be in this country, in hundreds of years. Apart from her of course.
"now pups, you all know why you are here. You accepted for me to teach you about yourselves. To tell you why you are so different to everyone else. When I first found you, and told you what you were, convinced you that I was telling you only the truth, I saw in your eyes a relief that I had never known to not wish for." the black haired woman smiled at the now downcast children. She could see them all holding hands with the person next to them, that they revelled in the feel of another so like them.
"Here, in this place and in many others I will teach you the ways of the earth and of the magic you hold. And from this point on I never want to hear you talking down about yourselves. These powers do not make you any less then anyone else, but neither do they make you more. Do you understand?" he voice was firm but warm, her eyes strict. She did not like that during their lives these children had thought of themselves as freaks.
"Yes Harry." was the chimed answer. Harry nodded at their collective reply.
"Harry?" Harry turned her head towards the soft spoken Jack. "you said, when you talked to me in the park, that we were children of the world. What does that mean?"
Harry smiled at the young boy.
"That's a wonderful question Jack, and it leads us to the origins of what we are. That is where these lessons will start, at the beginning. After I believe that you know enough to be safe when we start to practice with magic then we will move to more practical lessons until then lets talk about the earth, and our connection to it." Harry paused so Anna could answer the questions about what some of the words she had said meant, sent to her from her brother and sister, before moving on.
Harry knew that she wouldn't go too deep into their connection just yet, she knew her new students were no where near ready to handle that, so she skimmed the surface, and told them of the start of the wizarding world and where in that world they belong.
"now a days our kind are known as witches and wizards, who wield wands and fly brooms and hide ourselves away from the people without magic." Harry smiled as she started her lesson proper, the awed eyes of the seven bringing a small light into her heart that she thought she might never feel again.
"the creator of this kind of magic was called Merlin," a round of gasps and whispers between the kids, "he created the first wand, a way to focus our energy and allow more control over otherwise wild magic. But magic had been around long before that. Some time when I was young I was taught the ways of Merlins magic, I used a wand, and spoke out my spells. But then I found something amazing, that once, before Merlin, our kind, magic kind, had had a connection with the earth. It was this connection that gave us our powers."
"But how? Isn't the world just-just…"it was Melissa who spoke up, though unable to voice what she thought earth to be, but Harry got the idea.
Harry chuckled slightly and smiled widely, leaning towards the children as if she had some great secret to tell.
"The earth is alive!" she whispered loudly to them. "it's not just dirt and rock and plants! No, pups, the earth is alive and it feels. It might feel in a different what you us but is still feels and it loves and its because of that love, and the love that we give in return that we have our magic!" the children twittered excitedly around the table, asking great questions on how she knew and if she had ever talked to the earth and how it was alive.
"I'm not going to lie to you pups, and I wont pretend that I know the 'how's and 'why's of the earth and the world. But I do know this, the earth is our mother, and if you show your respect and love, she will give the same back to you." Harry knew it wasn't as simple as that, the intricacies of the three Worlds was something even she could barely grasp.
Questions of how and when and what where thrown at Harry left and right but she just smiled and told them that all their questions will be explained in other lessons.
"Does that mean that this lesson is over? But it was so short!" Harry laughed loudly at Anna's enthusiasm and shook her head.
"today was a day that I told you about our magic. From the very start I knew that it would go no further then that. Our next lesson is tomorrow and then I will start to teach you about plants and their properties and what can be done with them." Harry said, and stood to start ushering kids to pull on their shoes.
The sun was almost fully set, a bright orange glow on the horizon.
"but that's not magic! When do we use magic?" with a soft smile to Bart Harry ruffled his hair.
"magic is not just bright lights and making this appear. That will also be learnt throughout the lessons. Now you all have your port keys?" with a collective agreement Harry sent the children off, telling them to come back here at lunch time the next day.
When the children left the smile dropped from Harry's face and she turned to look at the strip of fiery orange at the edge of the world. As she stared out at the setting sun Harry prayed to any that would listen that she would be able to keep these little ones safe in a world that meant to destroy them. After all, America wasn't the kindest place to be for magical beings