Ello all! This is the first mulit-chapter fic I am attempting…bear with me please? I like to procrastinate…so….yeah…..depending on the feedback of this, I HOPE to get 3-5 pages out a week/every other week.
Anyway, I'm basically gonna try to re-do the first book with my ideas, so pleas no complaining that certain things don't match the book-there will be changes after all.
I don't require reviews, but I must say they make me all warm and fuzz inside XD
UPDATE 4/15/2011 – BETA'D BY evilqueen06, a BIG thanks to her.
I don't own Harry Potter, the characters or books….but if I ever get a time machine (evil laughter)
I DO own Chamomile, the plot changes, and any information on tailed foxes placed in this fic-please, PLEASE inform me if you use them and give me credit (I may just enjoy reading the story you use them in XP).
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The scent of blood filled the air of the otherwise perfectly normal house in the perfectly normal neighborhood. Every few minutes a slight whimper was heard from under the perfectly normal stairs from a small child that was anything but what the owners the house considered normal.
The small child that looked no older than 5 (but was actually in the first month of his seventh year of life) was mature beyond his years-probably the reason he was in the mind to know what death was to the point that he currently wished for it above all else. The child had long ago given up on the dream of some long lost relative appearing on a flying motorcycle and whisking him away to a place where people could become animals, or were bigger than Uncle Vernon (and much nicer).
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Beyond the perfectly manicured back lawn of this house was what most considered a perfectly normal forest-they were normally right, but not tonight. A pointed ear the same color as moonlight swiveled, perceiving noises that its owner knew were farther off than a normal animal would have been able to hear. A delicate nose lifted from forepaws and sniffed the air, picking up blood that was several hundred meters from its current location. The creature stood from its resting place and stretched, much like a cat would, bushy tail twitching in excitement before taking off in a streak of white.
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Back at the perfectly normal house the back door slid open and a small figure slipped into the kitchen as another whimper was heard, again raising its delicate nose in the air, whiskers twitching.
Stalking silently to the small door under the stairs the animal looked at the array of locks, which all snapped open with a flick of a fluffy tail. The cupboard door swung open silently and eyes that sparkled like emeralds, glazed slightly with pain, met with the amethyst eyes of a brilliant white fox that gave off a gentle glittery glow. Leaning forward slowly, so as to not scare the emerald one, the fox gently touched the tip of its snout to the child emitting a glow covered the boy as injuries faded. At which point an illusion of the injuries was cast over his small frame, the fox knowing instinctively that it would be needed least the boy be beaten again.
Wide emerald eyes gazed at the creature before him as the tears finally started falling
"Thank you" was but an exhaled breath from the boy, glad the pain was finally gone.
"Young one, why have you been injured so?" a bright voice that didn't quite fit the creature in front of the boy came from everywhere and no where.
"I..." the boy hesitated somewhat "Uncle Vernon was angry that I…cheated on my schoolwork…again."
"Cheated? Your soul is far to gentle to do such a thing, please do not feel you have to mislead me young one-the others of this den lack what it takes to see me, let alone hear me."
Looking away from the fox the child felt guilt for not speaking the full truth the first time.
"I got a better mark on my math test then my cousin Dudley, and Uncle Vernon was angry, saying I must have cheated to beat Dudley's score."
A paw made its way under the chin of the boy making him look into the fox's eyes.
Memories flashed quickly through both minds-the time he "fell" down the stairs, the haircuts Aunt Petunia gave him, Harry hunting, giving up at school work, the scorn of the nurse thinking he was seeking attention-his entire life with the Dursleys.
If a fox could smile sadly, that is how the boy, Harry, would describe the look on its face.
"Harry" as the fox now knew the boy "my name is Chamomile, and if I could I would take you far from this place now that I've finally found you-as it is though I cannot." Harry felt a slight ache in his chest at that, it felt like the time Aunt Petunia told him how his parents died in a car crash and his father was a worthless unemployed drunk.
"I can however stay with you, but..." slight hope fluttered in his chest "it will require you to become my primary bond, and in accepting I must tell you it will be painful." the fox voice was completely serious as she refused to break eye contact.
"Primary bond?"
"Ah, yes-what you see before you now is not my true form-well, it is more like the form I held when I was still young-would you like to know?" a quick jerky nod and he sat up, inviting her to his small cot.
"Very well" she hopped to the lumpy bed resting her head on the small child's lap. "I was born in a land far from here, to a group of tailed foxes. My father was the ruler, but as I am female and the youngest I am aloud to wander as I see fit. My tribe has always bound ourselves to human kind through primary bonds and secondary bonds chosen by the holder of the primary bond. For every tail we hold in what we call our true form, we may be bound to one human, though any off spring of that human receives most benefits of the bond without an actual bond having to take place. Do you understand so far" a quick nod and the fox shifted before continuing.
"The main benefit will be my protection, the other benefits shall come with time such as enhanced senses among other things-as you are still just a kit I will also teach you what you would have learned if you parents where alive." A questioning look appeared on his face but before she answered the unasked question.
"You, young kit, are a wizard" shock now entered Harry's expression his jaw falling open. "I will warn you again, the bonding process is painful, will you accept young kit?"
Harry didn't even have to think before he snapped his jaw shut and started nodding like a bobble head. A flick of her tail and the door closed, the happenings in the cupboard silenced to the outside world, she then reached forward and bit the left hand of the young one in front of her. He gasped, not expecting it, and pain flared through his body as he screamed-thrashing somewhat-as he slowly lost consciousness. Just before the black consumed him completely he heard Chamomile say
"Don't worry my young kit; I will never leave you…"
