A man stood over the edges of a cliff, clad in simple black robes, metal buckles hanging from the area above his shoulder blades, the collar upturned and ripped to hide the identity of the man underneath. The kingdom beneath him overwhelmed by soldiers aiming weapons at him, the peace of the nation disturbed by the unknown man's presence. The man did not respond to the trained army of terror beneath him, he had faced much worse.
The man raised his arms and began to chant in an archaic tongue, the very words he spoke seemed to emanate the coldest of colds, the most empty of voids, the swiftest of deaths. The people below ran in terror, their own survival instinct telling them to run. With a final prayer to the sky the man spoke out, his voice heralding in an eternal winter like no other. The word the man spokeā¦
"Cocytus"
And the world was a land of white. A boy came up next to the man, dressed in the same fashion as the man. The boy upturned his head to the man as a woman came up next to the man as well. The boy had a dark purple hue to his hair, nearly constituting as black. His face was as cold as the winter that had taken the kingdom he now stood over. His face was sharp and angular, just like the statues of ice that had become of the citizens below him. The woman placed her hand on the man's cheek opposite her and brought him into an embrace by her breast. Her hair was the same colour as the boy, her face with a softer complexion however.
The boy let out a genuine smile at the sign of affection for the man, his face gaining some of the softness of the woman and turned towards the castle below him and ushered "Spellingā¦" while writing out the words he ushered with his finger, leaving a glowing trail behind every stroke.
"As brought forth into this world, now returned. Everything has a beginning, as does it have a stop. This world of ice, this world of snow this world of death, may peace come with their rest."
"Reform, 500 Years."
With this all the icy statues of soldiers, the civilians and livestock. The Castle and walls, the ground upon which had been tread. All of it vanished into nothing, leaving nothing but a pure landscape of ice. The true way of the land, the way upon nature designed.
The woman released the man and went over to kneel beside the boy. Her eyes now revealed to show a warmth that matched with her face. She pulled him into her arms and whispered into his ear, her voice a soft melody that comforted the boy, like a harp that was played by the most talented of angels.
"Well done...Little Brother."
Harry awoke abruptly to the sound of his Uncle banging on his door. The dust falling from the shelves in his cupboard that had built over the night. Small insects crawled back into their places as the door slammed open, disturbing the Cupboard Under the Stairs even more.
Harry only had time to put on his glasses before his uncle grabbed him with a force that one would think would be reserved for a resisting criminal. Uncle Vernon dragged Harry past the electronic calendar on the wall and noticed the date, 15th of June 2015. He found himself in front of the stove with various meats and eggs in front of him, and quickly got to work making breakfast.
'Shu Sara, why do I know that name?' Harry thought while he subconsciously made the gourmet level cooking that his 'family', and he used that loosely, expected of a 7 year old for some reason. Harry knew that he was different, his relative certainly made sure he knew. They constantly reminded him through verbal and physical abuse that Harry wasn't special, he was just a freak. Harry personally thought that if being a freak was being opposed to the Dursleys, then they just fanned the flames.
Harry also knew about his dreams, the Saviors of the world had memories of a former life. The saviors were something of heroes in the world, defending and protecting people from the Metaphysicals that preyed on the world and the people in it. It was only obvious for real life heroes to be marketed heavily, and that was how they sustained themselves.
The Saviors became Saturday morning cartoons, their selfless work was romanticised to the point of being nothing more than fictional characters. Some Saviors took this in stride, appearing on television, giving interviews, signing contracts with marketing agencies and meeting their fans. Harry despised this, his parents had been taken by a metaphysical attack about 6 years ago soon, their bodies had been eaten by the beast.
Harry was carted off by the legal system, the news only cared about the fact that the Metaphysical in question was a Dreadnought-Class. Harry used to resent the fact that nobody cared for the family that was torn apart by the attack, but he came to realise that he was never truly alone. Every night he was greeted again by the Man clad in black robes who he called master and the woman dressed in robes who he called mother. Harry never told his relatives about his dreams, god knows they'll punish him for 'spreading lies to make himself seem more special than their precious Dudders.'
Harry knew that they were simply scared of him. Strange things always happened around him whenever he felt high emotions. His fingers were prone to lighting up and his hair glowed slightly. Everybody knew that those were signs of being a Savior but Harry never spoke up about it to the officials, his time would come eventually. Even alone Harry could do things with his gift. Whenever there was an old t-shirt with holes that his Aunt threw to him and called them clothes he would just focus on the day that he knew that his aunt bought them, he was always the pack mule, and somehow they would return to the state that it was in on that day during that point. Harry didn't quite understand why he could do this but it kept his clothes clean and his relatives don't pay enough attention to notice his clothes. Harry reveled in the feeling of turning back the clock on an object, it made him feel like the boy his dreams would be proud of what he was doing.
Harry briefly considered the date, there was always a hype around this time for primary students, as the Savior test was conducted across Great Britain. A representative from the UK Branch of the Head Six went to every primary school around and tested their Spiritual Energy, known as Prana, to see if they were reincarnations or not. It was rare for someone to actually be removed from school to go into Savior training at this stage but the UK used this opportunity as most children will still be accounted for in primary school.
Harry pulled the expertly cooked meats off the pan and laid them onto their respective plates in the presentation that was most pleasing to the eye before bringing them over to the table where Dudley, Vernon and Petunia were sitting impatiently while Dudley rattled on about how he was going to 'totally get into the Head Six' while Petunia gushed over him about him being her 'little hero'. Harry snorted silently at the notion that Dudley could be considered little in any regard and went over to the counter where a glass of last-day milk and a piece of toast that he had prepared while waiting for the meat to cook.
Harry quickly wolfed down his food and went off to the door to grab the mail from the door before his Uncle could even tell him to go. Harry had established a route in the morning that he could follow subconsciously follow, he knew that it was not something most children could do, most couldn't tie their shoelaces in the morning. This helped Harry figure out his dreams and study what his past self was and what he did.
He knew that he used to be called 'Shu Kagi', he was a mage and that he used to be an apprentice to the man in black. It was vague, but he could also remember using a sword, and a face stained in blood, but he usually prayed for memories from Shu Kagi, it made him feel wanted while the sword-user was constantly training.
Harry checked the mail, bills, bills, promotional letters and... a letter for him?! Harry snapped back into reality and reaffirmed his suspicions, yep, it was labeled 'Harry Potter, Surrey, Privet Drive, The Cupboard Under the Stairs.' Harry opened it quickly without any fanfare, he had learned that life was prone to disappointing him and was not disappointed by what he saw as a lame-brained prank by the Dursley's. Ha! Wizards, Witches, who in their right mind would call a school Hogwarts anyway?
Harry walked back into the Kitchen to see Uncle Vernon looming over him. His mustache was more bristled the usual and his face was a shade of red which would have concerned Harry if he hadn't seen it before. He spoke with a vitriol which was surprising as you would think it would have been directed at one's most hated enemy. "Opening letters Boy! You had better have a reason or you're going to your cupboard for a week!"
Harry looked up without flinching and held the letter between his fingers and spoke with a bored voice. "It was addressed to me, some hogwash about a magic school and that I had been accepted. Everybody knows that the only magic in the world is the Saviors."
Harry walked past the now analytical Vernon to throw the letter into the bin while placing the rest of the mail onto the table and grabbed his school bag, pre-prepared by him last night and went to go get dressed for school leaving a dumbfounded Vernon and Petunia behind him.
Just as Harry left his cupboard fully dressed he saw his Uncle standing before him. He looked less stroke-prone than before and he seemed to just be awkward around Harry. Uncle Vernon spoke, "Boy, are you sure you don't believe that letter? You know...the one about...that."
Harry looked him dead in the eye and spoke. "Magic in that sense cannot exist, the only thing resembling magic in the world are the Saviors."
Vernon spoke once again to Harry this time not quite as tense, "Ah good, we all know Wizards and such bollocks don't exist. Now be on your way to school boy, you've quite the day ahead of you!"
Harry looked confused at Vernon as he walked over to the front door and grabbed his coat, keys and wallet. He couldn't understand why a simple prank letter could have inspired such...decency from his Uncle but Harry knew asking questions would only make the situation turn on him. And so Harry walked through the front door behind Vernon as he sunk back into his consciousness and began his trek to Little Whinging Primary School, knowing that today, he would become what he was meant to be, and maybe even find out who the Man in Black was...
