TITLE: Nihirai
RATING:PG-13 for now
PAIRING: D/H eventually
WARNING/AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, this is based around my first Harry Potter story Broken. It's going to tell the events up to, during and after Broken, but I'm pretty sure its not going to have the same ending - this time its going to be happy! You'll find pronunciations and thanks at the end.
SUMMARY: 3000 years ago a prophecy was foretold by one who was reviled because of it. The story passed into legend and thence into myth, until its memory remained only in children's fairy tales and the prophecy was hidden where nobody could find it. But soon they shall be awakened and the breaking of the world shall be upon us - the myth shall know life and an old Seer's laugh shall be heard from the dawn of time, echoed by a terrible, beautiful, triumphant song of protection and love.
DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter and its locations, characters and scenarios belong to J.K.Rowling. Any correlations with the work of somebody else are purely coincidental and I apologise for any insult.
DEDICATION: This is for Merrideth, who was the only one who asked about Harry and Draco's relationship, and who asked to hear the story behind it - thank you for inspiring me to write this!
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Prologue
The shadows whisper across the threshold; greedy phantom fingers licking the door frame, stroking along the walls, slowly and inexorably approaching the figure sitting cradled in darkness and fire, curled into a high-backed arm-chair, shivering in the warmth.
A shaky chuckle escapes and slim trembling gnarled fingers wrap themselves tighter into the thin blanket, eyes fixedly gazing into the mesmerizing writhing flames.
"Welcome," the unseen mouth whispers, and eyes dart to the doorway, to the massive shadowy figure that obscures what is outside. "You have come seeking answers again."
There is no response but the woman bundled in the chair seems to receive an affirmation for she nods and turns once more to the fireplace. "You question and doubt the legend, the warning, the very power that throbs within," a raspy cough interrupts her and she cackles, "Fool! You cannot possibly begin to comprehend. It is greater than anyone has ever known and more beautiful and terrible than you could ever think possible!"
"Perhaps it is you who does not comprehend, old witch." And the shadow has moved, close to the fire now, huge and all-encompassing, consuming her limited vision. "She is gone, she has been for generations and still there is no sign, no warning, no hint of what it is I must fear. And you should not taunt me - there is no one to protect you now, no reason to keep you alive."
The old woman laughs and laughs, seemingly taken by a vast amusement, "You still do not believe, do you? So blind, you cannot see what is in front of your eyes, cannot even begin to understand the depth, the scope, the pure soul that is needed to *see*, to truly *see* the divine."
She turns and glares at the figure, "And you do not frighten me anyway - I have seen what it is to come, do you understand? I have *seen* it. Nothing can possibly take that ecstasy, that terrible beauty away from me . . . not even you."
The shadow snarls and stalks away, melting into its likenesses in the dark hidden corners.
"You will understand, when it is too late, when you are upon that knife edge of fear and it is too late for anything of consequence." She calls after him, and then her voice lowers, "When you feel the very source of all that we are, you will understand, and I almost pity you for that."
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What do you think? Good? Bad? Absolutely bloody terrible? Come on, tell me, pleeeeeeeeease?
Nihirai: NIH-hih-RYE
Thank you also to ILoveLoudNoises (I'm very ashamed of that stupid mistake!), trulymad (Glad you like it!), Merrideth (Thank you!), Tgerlilli (Thank you, I hope you enjoy this), Chiaki (Look at this - I'm finally writing a multi-parter, hope you get to read it!), lampshadesrgreat (Did I make you cry, cause I seem to be able to do that - I hope that this isn't going to be a sad ending), and destinywriters (there might not be tears in this one, I don't know - maybe for once I'll be able to write a happy ending) for reviewing 'Broken'. I didn't get to thank you earlier for them. I appreciate the comments - it gives me hope that maybe my writing isn't utter crap, and is actually something well worth taking the time to read.
RATING:PG-13 for now
PAIRING: D/H eventually
WARNING/AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, this is based around my first Harry Potter story Broken. It's going to tell the events up to, during and after Broken, but I'm pretty sure its not going to have the same ending - this time its going to be happy! You'll find pronunciations and thanks at the end.
SUMMARY: 3000 years ago a prophecy was foretold by one who was reviled because of it. The story passed into legend and thence into myth, until its memory remained only in children's fairy tales and the prophecy was hidden where nobody could find it. But soon they shall be awakened and the breaking of the world shall be upon us - the myth shall know life and an old Seer's laugh shall be heard from the dawn of time, echoed by a terrible, beautiful, triumphant song of protection and love.
DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter and its locations, characters and scenarios belong to J.K.Rowling. Any correlations with the work of somebody else are purely coincidental and I apologise for any insult.
DEDICATION: This is for Merrideth, who was the only one who asked about Harry and Draco's relationship, and who asked to hear the story behind it - thank you for inspiring me to write this!
**************************************************************************** *************
Prologue
The shadows whisper across the threshold; greedy phantom fingers licking the door frame, stroking along the walls, slowly and inexorably approaching the figure sitting cradled in darkness and fire, curled into a high-backed arm-chair, shivering in the warmth.
A shaky chuckle escapes and slim trembling gnarled fingers wrap themselves tighter into the thin blanket, eyes fixedly gazing into the mesmerizing writhing flames.
"Welcome," the unseen mouth whispers, and eyes dart to the doorway, to the massive shadowy figure that obscures what is outside. "You have come seeking answers again."
There is no response but the woman bundled in the chair seems to receive an affirmation for she nods and turns once more to the fireplace. "You question and doubt the legend, the warning, the very power that throbs within," a raspy cough interrupts her and she cackles, "Fool! You cannot possibly begin to comprehend. It is greater than anyone has ever known and more beautiful and terrible than you could ever think possible!"
"Perhaps it is you who does not comprehend, old witch." And the shadow has moved, close to the fire now, huge and all-encompassing, consuming her limited vision. "She is gone, she has been for generations and still there is no sign, no warning, no hint of what it is I must fear. And you should not taunt me - there is no one to protect you now, no reason to keep you alive."
The old woman laughs and laughs, seemingly taken by a vast amusement, "You still do not believe, do you? So blind, you cannot see what is in front of your eyes, cannot even begin to understand the depth, the scope, the pure soul that is needed to *see*, to truly *see* the divine."
She turns and glares at the figure, "And you do not frighten me anyway - I have seen what it is to come, do you understand? I have *seen* it. Nothing can possibly take that ecstasy, that terrible beauty away from me . . . not even you."
The shadow snarls and stalks away, melting into its likenesses in the dark hidden corners.
"You will understand, when it is too late, when you are upon that knife edge of fear and it is too late for anything of consequence." She calls after him, and then her voice lowers, "When you feel the very source of all that we are, you will understand, and I almost pity you for that."
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What do you think? Good? Bad? Absolutely bloody terrible? Come on, tell me, pleeeeeeeeease?
Nihirai: NIH-hih-RYE
Thank you also to ILoveLoudNoises (I'm very ashamed of that stupid mistake!), trulymad (Glad you like it!), Merrideth (Thank you!), Tgerlilli (Thank you, I hope you enjoy this), Chiaki (Look at this - I'm finally writing a multi-parter, hope you get to read it!), lampshadesrgreat (Did I make you cry, cause I seem to be able to do that - I hope that this isn't going to be a sad ending), and destinywriters (there might not be tears in this one, I don't know - maybe for once I'll be able to write a happy ending) for reviewing 'Broken'. I didn't get to thank you earlier for them. I appreciate the comments - it gives me hope that maybe my writing isn't utter crap, and is actually something well worth taking the time to read.