Disclaimer: I don't want to own Harry Potter... This just a story using characters from the books. Because I love the universe they come from...
Me = English is my third/fourth languages, I was born in Thailand, and since my parents stayed there, I didn't have much then home-schooling, and it's Danish ( Denmark ). When I returned home to my country, my second language, from what I learned from the school, was Germany, where I picked up some French. Must of my English had been self taught before I entered school. It was however mixed so much, that my different teacher thoughts, I was from Australia, or United States... There so many variety in English that when I tried out the English/British I was shocked... Well, some of you might think my Grammar are bad, some don't even see the problem or issues of my writing.
Even words write in English(us) e.g. Behavior(US) = behaviour(British)... And what more annoying is the place of verb...
Enough about me... To the story...
Thanks to EffremXRC to make this story better and readable... (And Grammar check all my chapters)
The Ultimate Test
Guardian Angel
Chapter I
In a place where there is no future, past or present, there is a place with many names, but it's known by the mortals as Heaven or the Afterlife. It's here where the story will begin, with the help of an energy being it will all start. Her name is Stacinilia Angel, or by short Stacy...
She had been given the job to guide the souls of mortals in different realities. Because of her heritage as energy being, she is actually genderless and formless. Nevertheless, whenever she decided to show herself in the mortal world, she would be a slender teenage female in the age of 18, with dark-red hair and green-emerald eyes.
Excitingly, she was awaiting her newest client. It was known to others that her patience lasted as long as a five year old in a candy store, so she was already starting to be irritating and continually moving left and right impatiently. Sighing she grimaced when the place surrounding her morphed into some kind of an office, with table, shelves and chairs.
As the offices formed around her, she morphed to her human form and sat down on the chair behind the disk.
A young man with messy raven hair with glasses, materialise in front of the disk. He had the most beautiful green-emeralds eyes behind those glasses. She had not interacted much with her own kind, even so, it was boring. Form and gender less. It was understandable that some divine being as her, wanted to be born as a human.
Shaking her head over the fact it was a client, she picked up forms and papers, but with the corner of her eyes, she closely examining the man. Seeing the man looking confusing around, she smiled, but as he nodded and smiled back, she couldn't help and end up blushing.
"Harry James Potter, welcome to the afterlife" She greeted him with a large grin on her face, while trying to keep her tone as professional as possible.
The man widened his eyes in shock.
Stacy looked at the man, that opening his mouth and close it again. He did it four times before keeping it close. "Well, Harry James Potter, it looks like this is your last time here before the ultimate adventure... I'm going to send you back to rebirth. In the age of 11 you will gain all your skills. But you will probably need to refresh nearly everything..."
"Uhm, is this some kind of a joke?" the man mocked, not that it was understandable, since how many people would actually believe, if someone told you that you was dead?
Stacy shook her head in denial, " No, every souls most be in mortal world 12 times, where they need to live their life to the end of the world, or just to their life-energy provided from the beginning depleted. The 13th time, it will be a test..."
"That will mean I have already died 12 times?" the man asked surprised.
"Yes, but the 13th time you will regain all your knowledge, except the memories of the reality from before, however, I am also giving you an immunity to mental attack. Why I giving you the immunity, is because I will come to see you from time to time. Actually I will be seeing three others too since they also had reached their limits... Well, I can't actually tell you how many times you have died, since my speciality is not time travel, but under the impression of testing your skills in different world. I am neither Fate, Destiny nor Death... By the way, your Angel of Death, said 'Hello', her name is Lora, not that you can remember her, but you have been a pain for her..."
"Okay... uhm, can you give me a fast review of my other times?" The man asked politely.
Stacy looked at him awaiting another mock verbal assault, but as soon as their eyes locked, she couldn't reject his request. There were sincerity and acceptance in his eyes, it was hard being an energy being after spending ten thousands of years without a mate. Sighing heavily she started, "well, you did very well every time, even as a girl... "
Looking at his shocked expression, she giggled heartily before continuing, " Your adventures had been nearly the same, but you somehow keep marrying different people, Daphne, Ginny, Susan, Hannah... I am presuming you don't want to hear about your romance with guys?..."
This time Stacy laughed so hard she had tears in her eyes after seeing his goldfish look, shaking her head and wiping the tears from her eyes with her hands, she spoke, "Gabrielle.., Tracey and well, the last one was Ginny again..."
The man smiled dreamily, "It's kinda funny Harry James Potter, from what I have read, you should had ended with Hermione Jean Granger, but you never gave her a chance... but it could be explained by others interfering and manipulating with your life... "
When Stacy looked up from the papers she had been reading, she saw that his angry looks were starting to boil. But when he returned her look, she smiled warmly at him, and it had the desirable affect of calming him down, and defused what rage he could have unleashed.
"Can you tell me-"?
"-Harry?... Can I call you that?" She interrupted and he nodded, "It's why we send you back for rebirth 12 times, and your angel of death had sent you back in time... countless of times… but never mind..., and this is not about time travel. We'll send you to another reality, it is the ultimate test... you will not get memories of your life before, but..."
It was hard for her, she could tell him everything and he would still not remember, "Well, I promise you, I will try to help you as much as I can" She didn't know where that statement had come from.
The man sighed, and she rose up, his eyes were full of sadness, and she could see some kind of revelation..." Hermione..." he whispered, and now she had moved to him and placed her right hand on his left shoulder and squeezed it to comfort him.
Knowing what happened inside the man's head, she spoke softly, " We can't control love in the reality we will send you into... Love comes and goes, even the one you call the Goddess of Love can't control it in the ultimate test, but she normally can guide people to find their true love, since she can detect it... I am not saying you and Hermione should be together, but normally people like you would have tried at least one time to marry or at least try to date their female best friend. What I am saying you never gave her a chance... but that is maybe just me over analysing stuff... Don't be sad, you have a chance now."
"But"
Here was a man that had forgotten his previous wife and life after the name of Hermione came up. The worst part was now that she could sense he was ready to cry...
Because of that alone, she pulled him into a kiss. Okay, she didn't understand why she did it, but only seemed that it was the right thing to do, and the only thing she could think of.
After the kiss, she looked at his goofy smile, not that she didn't have the same smile of her own... She was not sure if it was because she was made of pure energy or that she was a good kisser. Nevertheless, she needed to send him back, but there was something she wanted to do for him, after all, he was definitely a good kisser.
"You will be born again, but I will try to help you... " She looked sadly at him, his memories will be wiped away excepts his skills that he had learned from his previous life.
She smiled at him, and with a wave of her hand, she sent him back to be reborn.
It was the 27th August 1988; a silver-blue-eyed girl with golden blond hair opened her eyes as the sunlight reached her bed. Smiling, she gazed at the clock, it was 09:27 in the morning and she could hear her family just outside her door.
Closing her eyes again to fake sleep, she impatiently waited for them to enter. As the sound of the door opening and her family entering, the sounds of their footsteps kept getting louder.
She couldn't help but smile, it was not everyday a girl turned 11 years old after all. But as she waited, it was as someone had turned down the sound.
Her patience stopped after two minutes of waiting, she opened her eyes, but saw that her family was standing as statues around her bed. ["Mama, Papa..."] She said, but there was no response… She looked around wondering where her baby-sister Gabrielle was, only to jump at the sight of her.
Gabrielle was in mid flight, it seemed she was going to wake her by jumping into the bed. The young girl would have been amused by her little sister, if it were not that she was stuck in the air.
["Fleur, as promised you will get all the magic skills when you turn 11, just needing to read some books to refresh them."] A female said and startled the young blond.
She turned to where the voice came from, and saw a dark-red haired teen, no, a woman with green-emerald eyes, ["Who are you?"] She stuttered worried.
["Well, I am Stacinilia Angel, but call me Stacy. I am also your Guardian, or some might say, your Guardian Angel."] She chuckled before continuing, ["You might not remember me, but you should not be afraid..."] With that, the young redhead walked forward and was now standing just to the right of Gabrielle, who was still in mid air. She then placed her hand on the just turned eleven girls forehead.
The energy was rushing into the young blond, and she gasped excited, and felt lucky that she was still in her bed.
["Whoa"] Fleur said while panting heavily. ["That felt nice, but warn me next time!"] The young blond exclaimed, the power rush she had gained from the touch removed her fear of the girl.
["Sorry... but well, now its tradition to give you a gift... with limitation of course"] she grinned excited, and Fleur couldn't help but have a large smile on her face too.
She looked worriedly at her family, but it seemed as Stacy saw it, as she spoke, ["Don't worry, I just had to stop time..."]
It sounded as it was everyday stuff and she shrugged it of her mind, but now that she thought of Gabrielle, she decided to give her younger sister a gift. Her sister always wished to see Harry Potter, but how many letters they had sent and she didn't get any response. Because of that, Fleur thought that Harry Potter was arrogant to not have replied to a young girls letters, but again, he might have gotten tons of mails everyday from people all over.
Nevertheless, she wanted to know where the boy lived.
["I want to know where Harry Potter resides"]
But when Fleur saw the unease, and almost fearful expression in the woman face. She was worried; after she had touched Fleur on the forehead she had given knowledge of some spells but decided to trust this girl.
["I don't think it's a good idea... it's..."] Stacy said. As Fleur closely examining Stacy's face, it had changed to sadness and then looked like she was almost angry.
Fleur was however stubborn, and the curiosity of hers gained the upper hand, and as a little princess, she whined, ["I want to see where Harry Potter lives!"]
Stacy took a deep breath, before offering her hand and looking at the young girl with narrowed eyes. It startled Fleur, but she took her hand nevertheless. Seeing the elder girl moving her eyes up and down. Fleur looked down to see that she still had pyjamas on. Blushing, she wanted to move to her closets, only to be held in check by the redhead.
It was a funny feeling as the world faded away only to return, but this time she was standing inside a lounge room in someone's house. She felt vulnerable, but as she scanned the room with her eyes, she saw a big man and a skinny woman in the forties.
She couldn't really describe them, since their back was turned toward her. They were both brown haired. But something was alarming, the man was holding a belt, and it looked like he was ready to swing. Luckily they were as frozen in time as her family.
She wanted to walk over to see what was going on, only to be held back by her Guardian. Furiously Fleur glared at the woman, even if she could see tears in the woman eyes. Fleur wriggled her way out, and ran toward them standing there.
She saw him, lying there with only his pants on and his back filled with scars, she was sure, it was Harry Potter. Seeing the blood trail but frozen from the place he had been hit. She cried out loud, but someone grabbed her and the place faded away.
["We have to help him!"] Fleur screamed as her mind started to function again, but only to see the elder girl with red eyed and in tears.
["Fleur I can't do anything, I am sorry..."] Stacy whispered, even then her voiced cracked, and even a girl as young as Fleur could see that the woman cared for the boy..
["But..."] Fleur stammered. She didn't understand the girl's problem; after all she had stopped the time, why couldn't she help Harry?
As the redhead read her mind, Stacy said, ["I am not allowed to interfere, but you Fleur... can..."] She stopped as she was rethinking what to say. Impatiently Fleur wanted to protest, but Stacy cut her off…
["Tell your father to take his guardianship over Harry in the muggle world, he will understand when he checks Harry's guardianship. But you need to act fast, I will give you this ability to fade anywhere in the world."] Stacy touched Fleur's forehead, again Fleur felt a rush of energy and closed her eyes.
["Happy Birthdays!"] She heard before her sister landed on her and she opened her eyes, in the moment she smiled, but soon remembered Harry.
She pushed her sister away, but with care before rising from the bed.
["Papa, Mama!"] Fleur screamed, as she ran to her closet and picked her days clothes and hurriedly put them on, before she ran to her dumbfounded parents with a worried look. She grabbed both their hands.
["Harry Potter is in danger!"] Was the last thing she cried out before she faded them to the Dursley's lounge room.
The screams sent a cold shiver through her body, the screams of pain and agony. The sound of being hit by a leather belt sent her parents into shock and their bodies couldn't move. They were now staring unbelievingly at the sight in front of them.
The screams stopped after the third hit, and the fourth... there were no sounds from the crying child, and with that, Fleur felt to her knees. It was the needed effect, since her parents started to cast stunners at the adults who had been hitting Harry.
Fleur then ran toward the boy and started to hug him, he winced first by her touch, but soon relaxed into it. It was either by the lack of energy or the feeling of being safe. In the back of her mind, Fleur had a feeling it was the former.
Her mother had now started to heal the wounds of the boy and she was looking pleadingly at them.
["Fleur if it was you, who took us here, take him and your Mama back, I will deal with this"] Her dad said, and then glared at the stunned adults lying at the floor.
Fleur who had remembered Stacy words spoke with sadness ["Papa-]
["-Darling, I will scan their mind to get the information to help him... We will keep this young boy safe, I will get home by the Delacour ring..."] Her dad interrupted, and Fleur was ready to protest, that this was not a boy, it was Harry, but decided to fade back home with her mother and Harry in her arms.
Harry woke up in a queen-size bed. As his eyes started to focus, but it still wasn't enough, he then realised that he didn't have his glasses on.
Panicking, he searched with his hands, crawling in the queens-size bed.
"'Arry!'" A delighted girlish voice with French accent interrupted his search. Turning toward the sound, he opened his mouth and started to ask the girl polity, if she had seen his glasses. While his lips and tongue were moving, there was no sound coming from his mouth.
Panicking, he moved his hands to his mouth in shock, and the blurred person in dark blue moved toward him. The fear in him wanted him to run away. But something kept him grounded. Even if he wanted to scream, no sound would come out anyway….
He closed his eyes and was awaiting his doom, only to feel a hand touching his chin. Feeling the familiar feel of having his glasses on again, he dared to look up only to see a young beautiful girl his age with golden blond hair and silver blue eyes stare back at him.
"Do you underztand me?" the girl asked and Harry nodded, "My name is Fleur Delacour" She said and offered her hand.
He looked at it first, and then took it. He wanted to respond, but still no sound came out. Frowning, he smiled at her, only to see the sadness in her eyes.
"You can't speak, no?" She asked, but sounded more as a statement than a question.
Harry could only nod in agreement, he was not sure why, but something had happened to his voice. The only memories he had were that he had pleaded, "Please stop, I will say nothing" while he said it, it did sound more as he was hissing.
["How is going?"] A voice came from the door and Harry jumped from it and started to crawl backwards.
"Arry Wait!.." Fleur screamed and rush after him, and took his hands in hers.
Harry eyes were now as big as it could be; they were scanning the room from left to right and up and down, while he had problem continuous breathing.
"It's all rig't 'Arry'" Fleur assured him, and the feeling of her hands and her words calmed him down.
As the adults were getting closer, he had calmed enough down to look at them. They were both smiling warmly.
"'Arry, you are safe now and will never return you to zose vile people..." The woman said, "My name is, Apolline Delacour and zis is my usband Monsieur Delacour " She introduced. Harry smiled and nodded to them, but as soon as he rose to shake their hands, a blond missile tackled him.
["I got Arry as brozer!"] The little girl screamed...
"Gabby/Gabrielle!" Fleur, and her parents yelled, and rushed toward the two. Harry's mind was now blank, and he was shaking. It took a while before they took the little girl away. He too was panicking now, but he couldn't do anything, since he didn't understand the new feeling.
He hugged himself and started to rock forth and backward. He could hear the adults were talking in French and was hissing at the young girl, while moving out of the room. Unbeknown to Harry's mind he understood everything, but avoiding another thought, he was trying to calm himself down.
A hand touched his shoulder, he winced by it and looked up, only to see Fleur looked worried, and in the same time her eyes was filled with hope. He sighed and was starting to relax. It seemed as it was the invitation needed for her, since she moved her arm around him and pulled him toward her. Instinctively, he rested his head on the girl shoulder.
He soon sense the young girl who had tackled him from before, was now standing in the doorway and looked at him. He wanted to apology to the way he acted. So he smiled at nodded to her, and with that, she nearly rushed to him and hugged him before snuggled up.
He could just see Fleur's smile in the corner of his eyes. It was a new feeling, he had gotten himself a family...
One day he was getting hit by his uncle, the next day, he woke up in a bed. He just hoped it was not a dream. What Harry didn't knew... He had been sleeping for a week...
It was the 12th august 1992, just a normal day where people were preparing for schools and work, but not for an 11 year soon to be 12 year old brushy hair with brown-chocolate eyes. She had been impatiently studying since September on her birthday, where she had received her Hogwarts letter.
Professor McGonagall had arrived shortly after and explained about the magic world. However, while the said professor was explaining, the time stood still. As another person, the girl thought was another professor, faded into view. But after a little talk with the person, she understood that the woman, who introduced herself as Stacinilia Angel, was actually her guardian angel. With the gift of instantaneous understanding of spells from her guardian, (with limitation) and a gift to fade any place she had been. The brushy hair girl had made her mother bought as many book as possible.
It was first when Stacy came back and stop her for "reviewing" too many spells and theories, and warned her to not tell anyone about her gift. Hermione finally understood. Her fear of being behind because she was muggleborn, was not an issue any ways. If what Stacy had told her was true...
The young girl was now standing with her parents behind her and looked into a wall between platform 9 and 10 in King's Cross Station.
"Hermione dear... go on and promise us to write at least every week?" Her mother said with a warmly smile on her face.
Hermione turned around to see her parents, nodded to them and then hug them both, " I promise mum."
The young girl seeing her parents nodded to her put a smile on her face as she turned around, but somehow another family had arrived in front of them.
It was a beautiful elder blond and a brown headed man, she turned her head to glance at her parents, just to see her dad made a dreamily smile to the elder blond, before he shook his head and return the stare at her mother.
Hermione pondered over her dad's behaviour, but decided to return to look at the family in front of her.
There was a boy and a girl her age with a little girl; she assumed was five or six year old. The boy had raven black hair, too skinny for a boy. He looked nervous, so Hermione had assumed it was his first day.
They finally walked through the wall between platform 9 and 10, and Hermione excited walked after them. After all she had been nervous about how to reach platform 9 ¾.
She was in awe of the sight before her; it was a train from the 18th hundred. Steam-train.
There were a lot of people, old and young with parents saying goodbyes. She felt sad that her parents couldn't enter platform 9 ¾. As she glanced at the family saying goodbyes, she soon saw the family from before, hugging and kissing the raven hair boy in cheeks and foreheads.
As she walked passed them, she was listening to their conversation. It didn't matter much to her, since they were speaking in French. Assuming that Hogwarts was the best magical school in Europa. It was only meant for people from other country to try to enter, and it made the young brushy haired girl excited that she had been chose to attend this exclusive school.
The young girl had found an empty compartment in the back of the train, she was exciting but feared that her new classmate's would act like people in her middle-schools. Her knowledge of magic, thanks to Stacy, had increased greatly. She didn't know if she wanted to show her abilities to anyone, but as she though of it, she couldn't be the only one with a guardian angel.
Hermione had come to conclusion that her knowledge needed to be a secret, maybe avoid showing off might be a good idea. But she also feared that, she was behind because of her muggle-born status.
She was starting to bit her lips. A habit she didn't remembered when it started, only that she did it often, when she was lost in thoughts.
A noise from the door woke her from her calculating thoughts. Looking up, she saw him. The boy from before staring at her with those emerald eyes. Following his eyes she noticed he was looking at her face, not her eyes, maybe her nose or lips. Embarrassed that she might have something on her nose or lips, she turned her head away and with the use of her left arm, she tried to clean herself.
Turning back to the boy, she could now see the blush on his face. Not sure what to do, Hermione politely asked, "Uhm... can I help you?"
The boy looked away, and seemed to wait for someone, until a blond girl with silvery-blond hair and blue eyes arrived behind him.
"You found a place?" She asked with a little French accent.
Hermione, who saw the boy nodded then nodded toward her, feared that they would kick her out, even if she were the first in the compartment.
"Allo, are ze's seats occupied?" The girl politely asked.
Hermione smiled and relaxed, "No, go ahead" she said and waved them in. The boy and the girl grinned and sat on the opposite side of the compartment.
"I am Fleur Delacour and zis is Harry Po... Delacour" Fleur introduced and rose up to offer her hand. Hermione was wondering over the correction, but nevertheless, took her hand. Harry did the same, and she too shook his hand.
As the two was starting to have conversation on their own, since it was in French, Hermione was assuming it was private, even if the boy actually only nodded and never said a word.
The young muggle-born took a book, Hogwarts: History, out of her trunk and started to read. Now and then, she glanced at the two in front of her, before she knew it; the train had already started to move.
When she looked up again, she saw the young boy resting her head on the blond laps, while the girl was petting his hair.
Hermione was closely examining the peaceful sleep of the young boy, he had raven hair, which covered most of his forehead, and it seemed unnatural since the gravity should had pulled his hair down.
Now that she looked at the girl's finger stroking his hair, she noticed that the hair didn't move at all.
"Ee doesn't like when people stare at im," The girl said and it startled the brunette.
"I am sorry, he look so peaceful... and sorry to ask, but what wrong with his hair?" Hermione politely asked.
She saw the girl sighed sadly, and Hermione could have sworn that she saw a sparkle of a tear in the young blond eyes before answering.
"A lot of people 'ad not noticed... it's 'owever 'is secret to tell" The blond answered. She bend down and kissed the sleeping raven-haired at his forehead. "But I can tell you zat, 'Ee can't talk..."
Hermione eyes widened, with sadness in her eyes she looked at the young boy. Here was a boy with disadvantages in a school, where the most important was to verbal out words.
She was wondering, if it was meant for her with the gift to help this boy out. She had all the advantage needed to neglect practicing spells, maybe she could give some time to help him out.
"I am sorry to hear... for him..." Hermione managed to say.
As the train moved and the landscapes passed, Hermione and Fleur talked, while avoiding waking the sleeping boy up. They talked about a lot of things, until Fleur told her that she didn't attend the school, but was going in another school.
The young blond would first start school in two days, and she was here to escort Harry, who she had assuming was her brother, even if it didn't look like her brother. Fleur had a letter to the headmaster, as she had been told...
Hermione could see the protective nature of the young blond, she looked like someone her age, but the way she acted and talked, mentioned that she was older than her looks, probably the big sister of Harry.
The brushy haired girl even had to close and lock the door, after a blond boy and two grunts opened the door, only to end up drooling at Fleur. Then another one, who managed to stutter his name, Neville, while he was staring and drooling at the same said girl.
When the arrival of a redhead boy, who ended up drooling so much it, was disgusting to look at. Hermione could see the annoying and irritating look from the blond, she decided it was the last straw and slammed the door.
Later...
Looking at the time, "Think you need to wake Harry up, we need to change into our school uniform."
"Can you go to ze toilet?" The blond asked, and Hermione nodded, and walked out of the compartment.
As she came out of the loo, she walked past a compartment with redheads, two were twins and the last one was the one that she had nearly slammed the door because of his disgusting affection.
But as she was going to get away from the compartment as quickly as possible, she heard the words "Harry Potter"
Stopping up, she walked back and hoped they didn't see or hear her.
"But mum said that Harry Potter would enter Hogwarts"
"Ronnikins, if the books -"
"- Our dear sister..."
"Had read..."
"Are true..."
"Harry Potter...
"Don't need..."
"To go to School!"
Hermione, who had been listening closely, had headache, it sound as it was one person speaking, but she was sure it was the twins.
"But how can I be friend with him, if he doesn't come to school?" The boy whined.
Hermione decided that, she had heard enough and moved to her compartment. Knocking a few times at the door, and Fleur opened and let her in.
The brunette then realized that there was something off; Harry had changed in here with Fleur. But as the young brushy-haired blushed, she glanced at Harry who was now staring out of the windows. Blankly, he didn't even blink.
Fleur moved and sat next to him and placed her arms around his skinny body. Harry relaxed, but took out his wand and wrote something in flame in mid air. Hermione, who didn't understand it, was wondering if Harry could understand English.
Fleur laughed and said, "Non Arry, you will never be too old for zis" Then kissed the back of his head and rocked him from side to side.
Hermione smiled, if it was how a brother or a sister acted, she wished, she was not an only child.
Unbeknown to them, Stacy was watching them from above. "Maybe I should had told Harry about what he needed to do to end his silence..."
"I just hope he will come out of his shell" Stacy whispered to herself, and hoped that Hermione would help him out, because Fleur wouldn't be there for him in the school. The young blond, who Harry had opened for, even let the girl read his memories. Not even from his previously life had he opened up for anyone. But it was the only way, after he had lost his voice to speak. She hoped that he would be able to find a way to undo what he had done; since it was his own doing that he had lost the ability to speak...
Looking back on his files, she saw that Harry never had been in this state before... so reserving and undemonstrative...
Thanks to EffremXRC for helping redo the chapters.
I hope you guys had enjoyed this first chapter, to this Alternate world or if you prefer, reality…
Please review... i you want to do it again o.O