Saviour

Author: EinzWhiteShadow

Summary: A broken-hearted girl from a very non-magical world forms a strange psychic connection with a boy from a world full of magic...none other than Harry Potter himself.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter! I do own the plot, Victoria, Ryan and Carrie though!

Chapter One: "Stop Me"

The rain seemed to fall harder in the small alleyway. Maybe it was the rains way of trying to wash away the worthless dregs at the very bottom of society who seemed to enjoy hanging around such places...maybe it was God's small way of punishing the wicked before going off and punishing good people. Good people like Victoria Jane Carothers. She had been orphaned by a horrific car crash when she was five, and had lived a poor and harsh life with her abusive aunt and uncle. Her vicious adoptive parents had only ever taught her one thing: to be kind. If you were to talk about her personality with her peers, the first word that would come up would be "nice", with a capitol 'N'. She was also considered cold and a bit of a dreamer, but she made up for this with her honesty and loyalty...although her honesty was often considered humorous rather than something to be seriously considered. Because of her kindness, she had been leading a pretty good life. She would escape her aunt and uncle every afternoon at her friend Carrie's house, and started going out with one of the hottest guys at her school (in Victoria's opinion anyway) – Ryan Callahan. But now, twelve years after the car crash that took away her parents, Victoria had lost everything that mattered.

When she was fifteen, Ryan, who was eighteen, found an apartment for the both of them to live in. Victoria gleefully told her aunt and uncle to go to hell and moved in three days after the lease was signed. She didn't have to pay any rent due to the immense fortune Ryan inherited from the death of his grandfather, but Victoria got a job anyway; she enjoyed being tenderly cared for by Ryan, but she wasn't about to lose her independence. But it all went horribly wrong. Carrie began to grow more and more distant from Victoria, claiming that she'd 'changed'. At the time, she had denied it, but Victoria knew something was wrong. She had been having strange dreams; dreams about a castle called 'Hogwarts', and all the people who lived inside. In particular, she dreamed about a boy her age called 'Harry Potter' and all of his extraordinary adventures. At first, the dreams were only flashes, but soon they became more detailed. Victoria learnt of a man called 'Voldemort', and all of the horrible things he did. When she first told Ryan about the dreams, he suggested that she write it all down.

"You'd make a mint, babe", he had said, leaning against the white cabinets of the kitchen.

Victoria leaned back into one of the white cane dining chairs which tastefully matched the cabinets. Ryan was extremely anal – everything had to match. The apartment had white-wash walls with dark stained timber floorboards, so all of the furniture had to be either white or black; the cutlery, tablecloths, throw cushions, rugs and various other decorations all had to be in silver or grey. Victoria quietly hated it, mainly because of how...sterile it was. She prayed that the sterility of the house wasn't affecting the fertility of Ryan's sperm.

"Well I'm only getting bits and pieces of the story", she sighed.

"Well make up the rest – isn't that what you want to do for a career?"

Victoria sipped her coffee and sighed.

"No sweetie – I want to be a dancer...that's what I want to go to uni for", she said, raising an eyebrow.

Ryan had been flicking through the days mail. He was wearing his usual sexy ensemble of dark well-fitted jeans with a black t-shirt, black converses and an eight o'clock shadow. His shoulder-length brown hair was pulled back with one of Victoria's hair bands, accentuating his high cheek bones and dark brown eyes. Ryan was also blessed with olive skin, which would darken slightly in the summer, making the pale red-headed Victoria extremely jealous. Ryan looked up from the mail, only to find Victoria's bright green eyes glaring at him.

"Huh?" he grunted, "did you say something babe?"

Victoria stood and placed her coffee on the dining table.

"No, nothing...you should get to work", she said, ending with a small sigh and a sad look.

"I'm sorry honey, I'm a little-"

"Out of it today? This seems to be happening quite a bit", Victoria said smiling up at her slightly taller lover, "is everything okay?"

Ryan's mouth twitched and he kissed her on the nose.

"I'm just a little tired"

He looked at the clock on top of the fridge and let out an irritated grunt; he was going to be late...again. The pair shared a quick kiss before Ryan departed, leaving Victoria alone for the day. Having no work or school, Victoria decided to lie on the couch and listen to music. Shortly after settling down with her iPod, she fell into a deep sleep.

She was hiding behind a giant tombstone. Her body ached from various cuts and bruises that covered her body and she knew that she'd broken at least one or two ribs from the impact of her little portkey travel. Thoughts were rushing through her mind like machine-gun fire. He was back, back in his proper form...Voldemort. What the hell was she going to do?

God, please, PLEASE, someone help me.

The traitor had cut his hand off, the traitor who'd framed her beloved godfather, and brought the evil Lord back. She wanted to cry out...cry out for the pain she was in, for what this evil creature had done to her family – to Cedric. A familiar icy voice cut through the foul air of the cemetery.

"Potter...come out Potter"

Oh God – it was him.

"Do you wish to die like a dog? On all fours...like your mother", hissed the snake-like man.

And then, the fear was gone...and the familiar feeling of rage flooded through her every fibre.

"Don't you talk about my mother like that!", she spat...but the voice was not her own...it was –

"Harry Potter?", she thought.

She suddenly felt confusion flood through her body...but the confusion wasn't hers...it was Harry's.

"Who is this?", Harry Potter's voice rung throughout her head.

"I'm...uh...Victoria", she replied, feeling a little confused herself.

"How the hell did you get in my head?!", yelled the boy.

"Don't worry – I'm not that evil Lord Voldemort guy...although if I were him that would be the first thing he would say...", Victoria had a habit of shoving her foot in her mouth.

Harry sighed, "Just tell me how you got here"

"I fell asleep – and now I'm here", she answered truthfully.

"Well get out! I'm a little busy right now"

"I noticed...", Victoria suddenly felt a strange rush of affection towards the boy "Harry, get up and fight, you have to get up and fight on your own two legs"

"I don't think I can", he whimpered.

"Yes you can – get up Harry...you're stronger than you know - "

But before she could see whether or not Harry survived, she felt an odd sensation, it was as though her head was being pulled violently backwards. It reminded her off all the times her uncle would do the same. Everything became black, and suddenly, Victoria opened her eyes. She was on her couch, her jeans and t-shirt soaked with cold sweat and she was screaming. All off the windows in the apartment shattered into hundreds of pieces, almost as though they too were suffering with her. Victoria stopped and, gasping for air, rose slowly from the couch. She examined the damage in front of her with shock. But she nearly passed out when she looked down at herself. She was covered in scratches and bruises...exactly like the ones that Harry had. She could also feel that at least one of her ribs were broken...she'd probably re-broken one that had been healed after she'd stuffed up a dance move – but how?

That was the first in a line of many incidents. While at first thinking it was some weird prank being pulled or burglars, that fact that she gained the ability to levitate objects (including herself) and transform objects into various different forms made Victoria begin to realise that Harry was real. Scarily real. Sometimes she and Harry would converse in her 'dreams' for hours about anything and everything, and Victoria would wake more tired than she had going to sleep. Because of these new abilities and her strange psychic relationship, Victoria had been more distracted than usual, thus not noticing Ryan's odd behaviour. She finally realised what was going on when she walked into the apartment after a dance lesson only to find Ryan screwing Carrie on their dining table. The writhing, panting pair stopped suddenly, both looking up at Victoria with horrified faces, expecting some sort of outburst. She knew she should be upset in some way or another...but she could only say one sentence before turning on her heel and walking out the door.

"Fucking your girlfriends best friend...how clichéd"

Victoria ran down the four flights of stairs of her apartment block and burst out the aqua coloured side door with 'EXIT' glowing above it. She was now in the alleyway between her apartment block and the pizza parlour next door. She stood silently, mind racing. She knew that Ryan would come after her soon enough, coming up with stupid apologies and saying that he loved her. So she walked down the alleyway, seething with a scorned woman's rage. She was wearing dark jeans and a red t-shirt with a green military jacket covered in patches keeping her warm. Her shoulder length red hair was pulled back in a bun and she carried a medium sized bag containing her dance gear. She pulled out her iPod and clicked on one of her favourite songs.

"Stop me, oh okay, stop meStop me if you think that you've heard this one beforeStop me, oh okay, stop me. Stop me if you think that you've heard this one beforeBecause nothing's changed I still love youOh I still love youBut only slightly, only slightly than, than I used to, my love...you don't love me no nono – you just keep me hanging on"

Tears started to fall as Victoria walked in time with the beat. Why her? Hadn't she been good enough? She was nice - super doper nice - and what did she get? An asshole clichéd boyfriend and a bitch ex-best friend. Victoria wanted to scream at the heavens, but she couldn't. She was crying, but it wasn't enough. Her insides hurt so much that she nearly doubled over. Her breathing grew at the same speed as her hysteria. She had nothing...a seventeen year old girl with nothing left to lose. Her nose began to run and her sniff echoed off the dark brick walls of unknown buildings.

"I don't want to be here anymore", she cried out despairingly, "I hate this place"

And before she knew what was happening, a bright white light surrounded her and she felt a strong pull from behind her navel.

AN: Ta-daa! Hope you all enjoyed the first chapter! If you could pretty please review that would be super (grins)! The song is "Stop Me" by Mark Ronson, which inspired the story. It is a really awesome song, it's Dance/Electronica, and it was performed at the 2007 MTV Video Music Awards. It also has an Aussie singer (Daniel Merriweather)!! Stay tuned for the next exciting chapter of "Saviour"!