Harry Potter and the wheel of fate
Disclaimer not own potter, I do. There are 2 OC's that are mine though.
Chapter 1 Unexpected Future
Inside an orphanage near ottery st catchpole a young red haired girl was crying herself to sleep once again. The thing is that this girl had lived there for as long as she could remember, and for about the same time she was lonely. The other kids that lived there were mean to her, and once storeys of the weird things that happened around her spread the new kids were just as mean. She didn't have much in the way of possessions; most of her cloths were torn and in habited a moth-eaten wardrobe. She also had a teddy bear called Thread and a picture of her parents; whom she didn't remember. The strange things that happened around her involved anything from a book floating towards her to finding herself standing on dry land when a moment ago she was drowning. This girl was a witch, and more importantly tomorrow is the first of February 1991, her eleventh birthday. It was only a few hours away, and on that day she would receive her Hogwarts letter. She finally fell asleep at about half eleven.
At about three am a bolt of lightning striking in the middle of her room woke the girl. It was quickly followed by another, but this time it remained; a stream of light from the roof to the floor. Over a period of seconds more and more lightning bolts crisscrossed the first, causing a sphere of light of impossible brightness. The lightning then drew into the central point, flashed brighter than before, and then winked out of existence. In its place floated a man; he had long black hair which was tied back, dark-green eyes and strangest of all a pair of great black feathered wings. Once he settled on the floor his height could be determined he was just below six foot tall, he had a rectangular face, and muscular body, and looked to be about nineteen. Suddenly he shrunk, reducing in size and apparent age, he was now about four foot and looked to be eleven however everything but the wings remained.
"When am I? More importantly where am I?" he asked out loud looking at the girl. She suddenly felt like he had taken everything about her in, from her shoulder length red hair, her mismatched eyes on green the other blue, her slightly Asian face, she was skinny, she was only about an inch shorter than he is. Suddenly she realised that he had asked her those two questions.
"Your in an orphanage just outside the town of ottery st catchpole, the date is the first of February in the year 1991," she explained there was a slight quiver to her voice, you learnt to hide your fear when you spent most of your life being bullied.
"I see, I'm close to where I want to be; the when is a little wrong I'm a few months out," he said talking to himself appearing to ignore the frightened girl.
"Wha.. Who are you?" she asked, figuring that asking what are you was a bit rude.
"The legends call me Sayen the Immortal, you can call me Dazar.. Dazar Nai," replied Dazar looking right at her, he was surprised to see a flicker of recognition behind this girl's eyes.
"Dazar, that means eagle in Robert Jordan's old tongue right, I'm Willow," said Willow.
"I see, not only beautiful but smart too," replied Dazar admitting that Willow was right by not saying otherwise. Willow blushed she had never thought she was pretty let alone beautiful.
"What are you doing here anyway," Willow finally asked working up the courage.
"I am an Immortal, an ancient race of people all but extinct, I felt a great evil growing in this world and came to prevent it. I used an ritual that used my own blood to transport me across the worlds, asked it to put me near a strong source of magical energy at the same year that a Harry Potter first went to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry," explained Dazar. Willow only understood about half of what he had said, her mind latched onto one thing.
"There is no such thing as magic," she said with some force. Dazar looked at her sceptically.
"Really is that what the fools here have made you believe, has anything ever happened when you really wanted something or were scared or angry?" Dazar replied. It quickly dawned on Willow that all those things had happened exactly when he said other than a few times when she was happy.
"But But I just cant be, I'm just the girl no one wants, I cant be a a," she spluttered out.
"Can't be a what? A witch, that's what magical women are called. I mean I'm a wizard. You have another gift as well, but we will get to that when we need to," replied Dazar calmly and carefully he didn't want to scare the girl more; after all he had just materialised inside her bedroom.
"I'm a witch," said Willow quietly "I knew there was something different about me," then she fainted dead away. Even in the restricted form he was in that reduced his powers to twenty percent of full, some things didn't get reduced, he still managed to catch the girl from halfway across the small room. Dazar quickly checked to see if Willow was ok then put her on her bed and pulled up the covers. Dazar then moved to a corner of the room that couldn't be seen from the door and used the air to make an arm chair with a few cushions. Despite his best intentions, dimension hopping being very tiring, he fell asleep soon after he sat down.
They had been left alone till about half twelve the next day, which was good as the pair were still sleeping off the previous nights shocks. The reason for this was that not even the staff liked Willow and the less they had to put up with her the better. They had been woken by the appearance of an elderly woman wearing a green dress, a stern face and grey hair tied back in a bun. Minerva McGonagal was not in the best of moods, she was the transfiguration professor and deputy head of Hogwarts School, and she had come to introduce Willow Applegate to the wizarding world. The staff at the orphanage had been all smile and warm welcomes until she had asked to see the girl, after which they were cold and rude and told her to find the girl herself. Thankfully her friend and mentor Albus Dumbledore had taught Her how to sense a person's magical aura, so she just went strait for the room from which radiated the most magic. After knocking on the door for five minutes she decided to just walk in and see what was keeping the girl. To say that McGonagal was surprised to see the girl asleep in her bed is an understatement, when she saw Dazar well she almost fainted.
"Please don't tell me your going to faint on me as well," said Dazar with a hint of worry.
"Who are you sir," replied McGonagal once she had regained her composure.
"I am Sayen the Immortal, and I want to enrol in Hogwarts, being eleven I can do that surly Professor?" explained Dazar.
"I'm sure that can be arranged, however you must speak to Headmaster Dumbledore yourself," replied McGonagal.
"Fair enough, call me Dazar Nai, I guess you will be telling Willow there about magic being real and that she is a Witch and will be going to Hogwarts, correct?" asked Dazar.
"That is correct, however as you have probably already told her, if she accepts right now we will go to Diagon ally, would you care to join us?" replied McGonagal.
"As long as I'm not imposing besides I'll be able to read ahead a bit, as for money you wont have to worry about me I believe I have an account at Gringrots," said Dazar nodding his head. A soft groan coming from the bed attracted their attention Willow was waking up. "Afternoon," Dazar said instantly gaining Willows attention.
"Hey, your awake," replied Willow sleepily.
"What do you mean," asked Dazar frowning.
"I tried to wake you up at about nine am, but you didn't respond," explained Willow.
"Oh that, I don't normally sleep that long," replied Dazar, he was about to continue when Professor McGonagal cleared her throat. McGonagal was surprised to find a sword at her neck less than a second after clearing her throat to gain their attention. Quickly the blade spun to face away from her and was returned to a sheath on Dazar's hip. "Sorry, reactions got the better of me," Dazar apologised.
"That's quite all right just don't let it happen again," replied Professor McGonagal.
"It probably wont, cant make any promises thou, I'm not particularly old for an Immortal still trying to get over what happened when I was turned," explained Dazar.
"So miss McGonagal, why have you come to see me?" asked Willow.
"As you are probably aware you are a Witch, I have come to offer you a place at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry," replied McGonagal.
"I accept, you will be coming to Dazar," said Willow, she was a little afraid of Dazar but was also curios about him.
"Yes I'll be going, once I've had a chat with the headmaster," replied Dazar.
"I'm afraid I must return to the school, I will return on Sunday to take you to get your school things, Dazar I assume you will be here," said McGonagal.
"Oh I'll be around and about, got nothing better to do," replied Dazar. With a nod McGonagal turned and left.
Once Dazar was sure that he was alone in the room with Willow he fell backwards into the chair he had made the previous night, the sword fading into thin air as he did.
"Are you ok?" asked Willow sitting on her bed.
"Just tired I think," replied Dazar slowly.
"Oh, do you want something to eat," she asked slowly becoming slightly worried.
"No thanks. I guess you had better know about Immortals, thing is there are two ways that we come into existence, the first being transformed by a another Immortal, the second is when you die you sometimes have a choice to pass on or to serve forever as a force of good," explained Dazar.
"You died?" asked Willow.
"I just turned twenty, was caught in an exploding buss, everything was ripped away from me and I was given the choice; apparently I was pure of morels. I accepted becoming an Immortal, like my mum before me," replied Dazar.
"Do you regret your choice," wondered Willow. Dazar shook his head.
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Albus Dumbledore's office, Hogwarts.
"Thank you, Minerva you can go to your next class now," Dumbledore said. It had taken half an hour for McGonagal to explain what had happened at the orphanage. Her report worried Dumbledore greatly; he remembered when the last Immortal came that was just before Grindalwald had tried to take over the wizarding world. Something very bad was coming, something worse than the last war against Voldermort. This time the whole world may be under-threat, there was still a ray of hope, Harry Potter for one and the other is that this Immortal claimed to be young. The previous one was a woman and called herself Ellisande, meaning rose of the sun, and claimed to be about five hundred years old. Apparently age is a great indication of power, the older an immortal gets the stronger one gets, the only problem being is that the last one only appeared to be a thirty-year-old woman. Only time would tell and when it was time it may be too late, it may already be too late.
A/N
There ya go. It the first chapter of my redone of my first story, just will less characters and a plot that's not going to be completely random. Any mistakes that appear I would be great full if you point them out. I don't have a beta reader and I'm not really after one. Unless of course you have an good understanding of the wheel of time, final fantasy 8's magic system, Harry Potter and some other small things.