Wizards & Fairies
A Harry Potter Fanfic.
Written by Ghoul Wolf.
The wizarding world and all its inhabitants all belong to J.K Rowling, and Warner Bros. Studios. I wish to only play in the world she brought to life.
AN:/ Due to the success of my stories such as Living the Impossible Truth(HTTYD), Conquer The Champions,(HP) Hogwarts: Duel Monsters (HP & Yu-Gi-Oh!) and Zero Freedom(Young Justice), I thought that I would like to start making a new world. I will continue the other stories, but I'm also going to be adding to this one too!
Chapter 1: Second Go At It!
The water droplets sparkled in the morning sun, the thin layer of moisture on the leaves giving the tell tale signs that it had rained the night just gone.
The sun had only just arose in the distance and already was there movement in the wood. Harold Potter was heading back to the Hogwarts guild hall, as he had just finished a mission. His trusted partner Hedwig was flying just next to his right, her beady eyes glistening with the morning sun light.
"Hedwig, do you think Master Dumbledore will be proud of us after hearing of how we completed the mission?" the owl gave no reply. "Yeah you're right, I shouldn't worry too much, besides... I'm pretty sure that Percival Weasley would have made some kind of praising accomplishment." The owl continued to fly, and Harry chalked the silence up to the fact that it was still early in the morning.
The Hogwarts wizard and his familiar had been travelling through the wood for just over an hour when a rustling from a bush caught Harold's attention. He peered at it with curiosity and stepped slowly to the bush; ensuring that he does not disturb whatever is inside.
Another rustle from inside the bush and out came a forest Vulcan crashing into Harold sending him flying onto his ass, putting his senses into disarray. The Forest Vulcan looked at Harold with its tiny red eyes and grinned.
A Vulcan is a creature that absorbs magic from wizards and then kills them, they enjoy hunting wizards and other magical creatures. They do not need food, nor do they need water. Some can fly, some can even fight using weapons. They are all murders and have no sense of guilt.
The Vulcan began charging towards Harold who was still on the ground, Hedwig flew in to protect her partner but the Vulcan just swatted her to the ground using its huge trunk-like arms, killing her instantly. Harold heard the sound that Hedwig made on the impact, and a tear rolled down his cheek, his partner was gone.
Harold has never had particularly great vision, but he could see the colours of the blurred giant charging towards him. He could see the shining red eyes that told him of what was about to happen "I will not end like this!" he had shouted to himself and he rose to his feet and he put his fist behind him and green flames were formed. He jumped towards the Vulcan swinging his fist as he did so but the beast smashed its arms into the back of Harold whilst he was in mid-air, sending him to the ground, and the Vulcan shoved its fist into the back of Harold, his blood now seeping from his body.
The Vulcan giggled as it had now absorbed all of the power from the now dying Harold, it could feel the energy surging through him; now that it had killed its prey it walked off into the wood.
Harold laid there on the ground, flashes of cold hitting his body, his blurred vision letting him see only one thing... That there was water droplets resting on the blades of grass just in front of his face. Harold cried, and his body went limp.
He died.
Somewhere else entirely
His fingers ran through the curled locks of the beauty laying naked atop of him, she melted into his form to his touch, her bare breasts squeezing against his chiselled chest. She looked up to him with her deep chocolate eyes, bit her lip and smiled.
That's how they stayed for what felt like moments, him running his hands through her hair, and she looking like him like he was the last slice of cake at a party that she had been looking forward to eating all night. "Do you ever fear that someone will ever catch us? I mean we're only in our sixth year and already we're sleeping together..." She sounded worried, but she had a sultry smile painted across her face. He just chuckled at her and lifted her up, she straddled his waist and the two sat there on his bed looking into eachothers eyes.
"If they've got a problem, who cares? We're literally soul mates, the magic even said so. Dumbledore's even given us permission to be with each other even said that the Bonded Dorms are ours if we wished to take them; which we didn't. We're not doing anything illegal." He replied back to her smiling.
She kissed his cheek then pouted "But if it isn't illegal then that takes some of the fun out of it!" She mock-whined, but he saw through her guise and flipped her onto her back and rubbed himself against her, taking her lips into his and entering her. She pulled back from the lip lock to gasp in pleasure, they had been doing this for seven months but it always felt like the first time to her. He began his venture into her depths whilst sucking on her collar bone, she simply allowed herself to give in to his administrations and gasped and cried, her hands running through his black hair, pulling him further into her.
After a few moments of the two's session of love making she pulled his head up to hers so that she could look into his eyes as he exited and re-entered her repeatedly, she was gasping and blushing but still looked him in the eyes "I love you Harry, I love you so much!" She cried as she began feeling her peak about to arrive, Harry looked at her and smiled, thrusting into her faster "and I love you too 'mione, you're literally apart of me!" He cried back to Hermione as they both climaxed, their essence merging with one another and Harry pulling himself from his lover and laying beside her, she wrapped her leg over him and rested her head over his chest and stroked along his abdomen.
At some point in their love making the quilt had landed on the floor, leaving their naked bodies for anyone's viewing pleasure, the cold air swept in and their nipples hardened, Hermione's pink buds pressed against Harry's side, his pointing to attention; Hermione giggled and started playing with it.
"Harry... I know we've spoken about it before... But... if we're bonded soul mates... does that mean that we're going to one day marry?" She asked sheepishly, her impish nature no longer in her voice or body.
Harry stroked along Hermione's back with the tips of his fingers trying to soothe her "'Mione, it doesn't just mean we'll marry one day, but it'll also mean that we'll have children and start a family together." Hermione looked up to him with her chocolate eyes and in that very moment Harry knew what it meant to truly be happy in this world full of darkness.
"What the fuck did I just hear?!" A voice came from outside in the hall, Harry quickly moved his head over to the door frame; Hermione quickly gathered the quilt from the cold floor boards and covered herself and Harry with it. In from the hall entered Ron, their best mate, his face red, topless and blonde hair all over the crouch of his trousers. "What the fuck are you two doing? Did you just fuck?!" Ron yelled at them.
Hermione looked ashamed of herself for being caught in this position but Harry sat up and looked at Ron with a joking smile "Blonde hair on your bottoms? I see you and Lavender have had a bit of a tumble" He winked at Ron; this seemed to only piss him off further.
He took two steps into the room "What I've been up to is no concern of yours, Potter." he spat at the Boy Who Lived.
"Look mate, what me and 'Mione do in our own time is up to us... alright? Just like what you and Lavender do is nobody's business but yours." Harry tried to convince his mate that he really doesn't have a right to be upset with the two of them.
Ron just walked further into the room and punched Harry in the face, cutting his cheek and then went to hit Hermione, but his fist was caught in mid air by Harry's clenched hand, Ron turned his face to look at the young wizard and for once in his life he actually feared the Boy Who Lived. Harry's emerald eyes were glowing a deep green and a dark look had been plastered onto his face. The cut on his cheek completely healed and Harry sent Ron flying towards the door using his clenched fist.
Ron hit the ground with a thump. A green aura began to surround Harry as he stood up staring daggers towards Ron. "'Mione, dear. Get behind me." his beloved did not utter a response yet she moved to hide behind her bonded mate, the quilt continuing to cover her nude body. "Ron, there are many things that I have forgiven you for over the years... but you had just tried to strike my 'Mione, and that is a sin you cannot repent. I hope that you believe that you have lived a life worth living, cause now I sentence you to a lifetime of regret." Harry's plan was to only beat Ron in a duel and make him wish he had never faced Harry; that was not the case.
Harry sent a few waves of green magical energy shooting towards Ron, but it seemed that they did not affect him in the way that Harry was expecting, instead it appeared as though he was absorbing it all, taking it into himself. Ron started giggling and peered around to look at Harry from the floor, a wide Cheshire grin spread across his pale freckled face "You thought that you were going to kill me using that kind of power? For fucks sakes Potter! You can't kill something that steals your power you dumb cunt!" Ron's iris' turned green and the whiteness of his eyes turned black, and a purple aura surrounded Ron "You can activate your Conquerers magic, but it won't help you against me, Potter."
The signs of shock appeared on Harry's face as he looked on at his best mate, who had now looked like a demon. Hermione had pushed herself against Harry's back, subconsciously using him as protection against the creature that once looked like their closest friend. "Who are you?! What'ev you done to Ron?!" Harry shouted at the beast, his green aura now intensify due to his rage.
The creature still on the ground raised an eyebrow, then a sense of realisation hit him and he began to cackle like a little beast; he stood up and began shouting at the pair "I am Ron Weasley, except this is the real me! my core magic is Greed! Just like my true father, a member of the Seven Deadly Sins, and I am his heir. My mother delivered me to the Weasley's when they were birthing their sixth son, she acted as the midwife, took the real Ron Weasley away, killed him and returned with me, making me their surrogate child. During our second year when Lockhart had tried to wipe away our memories, before he wiped his own he tried to uncover all of the memories I had, and he awoke me to all of the memories I had as an infant child in Sin Manor, I then reached out to my biological mother over the summer and began my secret raining in my fathers power, so you're not the only special one here Potter!" all of this information had taken Harry back a bit.
Hermione was now crying, through their bond Harry could feel that she was feeling desperate to be rid of Ron, and to go back to how the two of them mere moments ago. When they were in pure bliss.
It was almost a flip of a hat; the window to the dorm slammed open into the wall, obliterating the frame and smashing the glass panels inside, the two wizards then fired all of their aura at each other. Harry used his Conquerers magic, and Ron used his Sin of Greed magic, mesmerising colours and shades of green and purple filled every inch of the room as the power of the others soul was blasted at one another, Ron's heretic laughter, Harry's shouts of rebellion and Hermione's cries of terror the only sounds that brought the room to life. All of the beds and furniture in the dorm had smashed apart and began flying against the walls trying to escape the power the two sixteen year old wizards were releasing.
"FUCK YOU POTTER!"
"DIE YOU TRAITOR!"
"PLEASE STOP!"
and with one final push of his magic, a single blast erupted from inside Harry's chest and he threw his arms forward, directing his attack solely at Ron, and his entire body blackened and fell to the floor, blood appearing all over his body, his black eyes staring at Harry and Hermione; no longer having eyelids.
Harry collapsed to the floor and Hermione quickly fell with his, pushing her body against his back and hugging his neck tightly, her cold tears landing on his shoulders being the only telltale sign that he is still alive, he sighed and turned his head slightly to face Hermione "I love you. I will not accept anyone to treat you like that. Ever." Harry said in an all seriousness tone of voice, Hermione just smiled, her tears now glowing a soft hue of baby blue, her chocolate eyes now returning to be filled with happiness.
"I know" she replied.
"You are an actual idiots... How could you have gone and killed yourself?!" Came the shout from a woman behind the two of them. They looked behind and they saw a young woman with black hair, pure white eyes, dark skin, wearing all white and had angles wings protruding from her back.
"Hello... who're you?!" Harry asked the woman in white.
She sighed and moved forward and rested her right hand on her hip and pulled out a piece of parchment with her left "Lord Harold James Potter-Black, The Boy Who Lived, claimer of Conqueror magic, Head of Houses Potter and House Black, the soul bonded mate of one Hermione Jean Granger and bonded master of the familiar known as Hedwig. On the behalf of the almighty Creator, I hereby proclaim you as dead. Fault: Duel with one Dark wizard Lord Greed of House Sin under the pseudonym of Ronald Weasley of House Weasley. I am the Angel of After Velma that has been entrusted with the procuring of your soul, if you have any qualms regarding your death please raise your voice now or forever hold your peace." Velma had told Harry without any sense of emotion in her voice.
After all of his years alive, through all of the hardships that he had endured, not once had Harry felt so powerless. Not because he had died, but because now he was leaving Hermione alone and unable to protect her, he felt speechless. "I'm sorry m'am.. but did you just say... Harry is... dead?" The last word got caught in her throat but both Harry and Velma knew what she was going to say.
Velma nodded her head "Yes, I am sorry to say that the young Lord has died. I have been sent to procure his soul." Hermione began to cry once more looking at Velma.
"Is there anyway to keep him alive?!" Hermione pleaded of the winged beauty, but she just shook her head in response "Please! I'm begging you! I cannot live a life without Harry!" Hermione then leaned onto Harry's back for support, now unable to keep herself up, the quilt still hiding her body.
"Lord Potter-Black, would I be correct in assuming that this brunette young lady is who we have down as being your bonded soul mate?" Harry looked up to Velma and solemnly nodded in confirmation, Velma mad a slight nod in acceptance and turned to face the wall and put her index finger to her temple and closed her eyes.
Harry turned around and embraced Hermione her head now resting on his chest and the tears covering his muscled physique "It'll be okay 'Mione, you'll still have Hedwig here to protect you, and you know that I will always be watching over you." he said it to try and help her but she just began to cry harder.
"Okay, understood." Velma turned back around to face the naked couple, using her hand she used the quilt resting on Hermione's back to twist it into clothes and with her fingers instructed the two now bewildered couple to rise. Harry wiped away Hermione's tears, held her hand and they stood side by side. "I've been instructed that their has always been a different path for you to take once you had finally reached your end in this world. It seems that you had been intrusted with a very powerful soul that's magic is destined to save the world. The Devine Creator has instructed me to escort you, your bonded mate and your familiar into another world, where the alternate version of you has only just died. He has also given you permission to take three items of your choosing into the next world. Each of you name the items now."
"I choose to bring my fathers Invisibility Cloak, my phoenix feather wand and Hedwig's formaton collar." Harry stated before realising that he was moving his mouth.
"I choose to bring dragon heart string wand, my Poppins bag and the necklace that Harry gave to me the day he first confessed his love to me." Hermione stated without catching a breath, the two lovers looked to eachother, both knowing that they had no control over what they had just stated.
"Very good, now if you two would come with me, we shall enter the other realm. You're familiars and the items your heart wishes to keep close to it shall be following us shortly, now let us go." As Velma turned around a door appears in the wall "This will allow us to enter where we need to go, now... Hermione, since you are not technically dead, you may experience some weariness and a lack in magical ability for a little while, but this will fade in time, you just need to become accustomed to the idea of being in a new world, whereas you Lord Potter-Black, due to being dead, your new body will become accustomed to the world instantly, but that does not mean that you will be in control of your magic. You need to learn to become accustomed to the new lands laws and rules, understood?" The two nodded.
The door opened and a bright white light is all that could be seen, Velma walked in first, the couple linked hands and looked eachother in the eyes and smiled and walked through the doorway together.
Over by the door way was the slumped form of Ron, whose body remained charred, he grit his teeth and surrounded his body in his aura, using it to move him over to the door, he didn't care whether he ended up in the afterlife, or where Potter went. He will find a way to take what Potter held dear to him.
Ron's decrepit body crept through the door, his body becoming enveloped by light, the cells in his body stitching themselves back together, Ron stood up now naked and looked around and found himself laying on a bed covered in furs, looked to his left and saw Lavender laying in the bed fast asleep. Ron grinned "It seems I've been given a second chance to get back at Potter and his whore."
To Be Continued...
R&R