Warning: This story is un-beta'd (mostly) and has little to no preplanning. This fanfiction is for my own amusement so characters may or may not be out of character.
I do not own Harry Potter nor do I own Aion, they belong to J.K. Rowling and NCSOFT respectively. I do not gain any kind of monetary benefit from writing and posting this work of literature.
Author's notes are at the bottom of the chapter.
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It was quiet; it always was in the Abyss. Cas had been listening to nothing but the beating of her wings for the past few hours. Five guards had originally accompanied her, but they had been slowly picked off as they had made their way to the outskirts of the known Abyss. Now it was just her, in a sense. She currently was in possession of a special Infinity Cube. This one contained the supplies needed to make a new colony. Building materials, seeds of all kinds, large caches of metals and crystals, aether starters, and farm animals.
And people.
Roughly a thousand people who had volunteered to be the first of a new colony, one that would show that Asmodians and Elyos could live together. Of course, neither side liked the idea, especially since they were still neck deep in a bloody war. She was the only one that had offered any kind of asylum for those who wanted to escape the bloodshed.
Cas shook her head, now was not the time to let her mind wander. Her wings were starting to get tired; she would have to find somewhere to land to rest soon. She spotted a large enough rock to her left and quickly glided over to it. Letting her wings disappear she took a moment to stretch before she sat down. Her eyes drooped; she hadn't realized how tired she was before. Maybe it was a good idea to rest, even if just for a moment.
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Cas jerked awake. Something felt off, something was wrong. Slowly she raised herself into a crouch. Straining her still exhausted senses she felt out for any signs of life. She didn't move, feeling out for whatever had disturbed her sleep. It felt like ages. Finally, something moved into her range. Shit.
She snapped her head towards the newcomer. It was a Balaur, and an ugly one too. It laughed and pointed its crude sword towards her. It opened its mouth to speak and she jerked into action. Pulling her bow from her back she quickly shot off a volley of arrows. Most of the arrows shattered into shards of light against the Balaur's thick scales, but three embedded themselves into the creature's' soft neck.
It wheezed and fell forward, sliding off the rock it was standing on and down into the depths of the Abyss. Cas did not spend any time checking to see if it's body returned to the Aether. Instead, she swung her bow to the side and shot an entangling arrow at a hidden enemy's feet stopping it in its tracks and revealing it.
Adrenaline was now pumping through her veins. She widened her senses to the max; there were twelve enemies in total, not counting the one that she had picked off first. It was a scouting party, which was good, that meant that they didn't have any particularly nasty Balaur with them. All of them weren't much of a challenge for Cas individually but she knew that if they ganged up on her she would be as good as dead.
She was too far from her Soulstone. She couldn't risk falling in battle; she'd never get back up if she did. The rest of the Balaur came into view, dropping their camouflage now that they were all spotted. Oh she was so boned.
The nearest Balaur ignored the vines wrapped around its legs and took a step towards her. Cas stood up and raised her bow towards it and it laughed.
"Do you think you can kill us all, little Daeva?" it growled menacingly. It's companions all laughed. "Our ship is not far off, and you will not escape us this time. You and your precious cargo are as good as ours."
Cas gritted her teeth and tossed an explosion trap near her feet, "You want me? Well come and get me then. I'll give no quarter!"
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Harry leaned back on his heels and wiped the sweat out of his eyes. It wasn't exactly sweltering but he had been working on Aunt Petunia's garden for the better part of the day now. He was almost done and after that he was free. The Dursleys were out and they probably wouldn't be home until well after dark. He didn't have any plans for himself. Maybe he would see if there was anything on the TV or maybe find a book to read in the Dursleys bookshelf.
He finished pruning the last rosebush and cleaned up all of the gardening tools. Finally, free at last. He took a moment to stretch and walked inside, careful not to track any dirt on the hardwood floors. He trudged through the dining room and past his cupboard. He wanted to take a shower since he could take a nice long, hot one without being yelled at for wasting the water.
Harry walked up the stairs and made a beeline to the bathroom. He turned on the hot water first once he got in there, it was easier to control the temperature once the water heated up and he could just adjust the cold water. While the water was heating up he stripped and placed his clothes on the toilet with a towel sitting on top of them.
He took his time with his shower thoroughly cleaning himself before taking a few minutes to enjoy the heat of the water. Eventually, he had to get out. He was getting pruny and the heat was starting to get to his head. He carefully stepped out of the shower and shivered as his skin touched the cold air. He quickly dried off and grabbed his clothes. He forgot to grab a clean change of clothes so he hurried back to his cupboard and quickly changed into a new outfit.
Now sufficiently clean he felt a bit better, though he was still a bit light headed. The feeling would pass with time but he decided that eating something would probably help as well. He hadn't eaten lunch yet. He was halfway to the kitchen when a strange feeling rolled over him. Something felt… Off.
He paused, where was that coming from? He turned slowly in a circle; it seemed to be strongest in the direction of the park. Should he go check it out? He stared at the front door. Well, the Dursleys wouldn't be home for a while yet and he had no plans for the day.
Warily he turned to the door and made his way to the park. It only took him a few minutes to reach his destination. Once he got there the feeling suddenly stopped. He stopped walking, confused, why had it stopped? He looked around and spotted a figure lying on the ground. They looked hurt. He wasted no time running up to the person.
He reached the person, no, the woman. She was on her side and she looked like someone had attacked her. There was blood everywhere. He was too worried about the strangers health to really notice that her blood was practically black. He knelt down next to her and cautiously reached out to touch her. She was still warm and seemed to be breathing fine. He gently pushed her onto her back and looked around. No one was around, what if she died? Would he get blamed for it? He couldn't just leave her there. He looked carefully at her wounds and gasped.
They were slowly closing up, the bigger gashes looked like they would take a while but the shallower cuts were practically closed now. He just stared, unable to believe what was happening in front of him. He didn't know how long he sat there but eventually he was pulled out of his thoughts when someone touched his hand. He jerked back from the sudden contact and looked down when he heard a soft chuckle.
The woman was looking up at him, a soft smile on her face. What really caught his attention though were her eyes. They were completely black except for her slightly oval-like pupils, which were a vivid red color. He stared at her and she patted his hand. He blinked. Was she trying to comfort him? Wasn't it supposed to be the other way around?
She seemed to notice his confusion and chuckled again. Harry frowned, there was nothing funny about this situation. The woman was close to dying just minutes ago and now she was laughing like nothing happened.
"Miss, are you okay? Did someone attack you? Do I need to call the police or an ambulance?" He asked quickly, the woman seemed to be fine now but he couldn't be sure, she could still be hurt on the inside.
She frowned, oh no, did he do something wrong? Was he not supposed to help?
"Tam urana inava vu reania," She spoke softly, her voice was hoarse, like she had worn it out. He didn't recognize the language; then again he was only familiar with a few languages that were spoken in Europe.
"I-I'm sorry miss, I don't understand what you said," he frowned slightly, "Do you not speak English?"
She stared at Harry for a long moment, he fidgeted under her gaze, her eyes made her a bit unnerving. She pushed herself up onto her elbows and he tried to push her back down. She was injured! She shouldn't be moving around at all. She smiled at him and gently waved away his hands.
Once she was sitting all the way up she offered him her hand, which he shook warily. She placed her free hand over her heart, "Cas."
"Harry," He spoke numbly, the shock finally kicking in. He watched as a dying woman had slowly healed herself in her sleep. Did he hit his head? Was the shower too hot and he had passed out? Absentmindedly he reached up and pinched his arm.
"Ow! Well, I can't be dreaming," He looked at the woman checking her wounds. They were all gone now, the only thing left was the blood and the rips and tears in her outfit, "Well, at least you're okay."
Cas offered Harry a small bottle of, something. He didn't even notice her pull it out of a pocket. She smiled at him and wiggled the bottle a bit, causing the dark brown liquid to move around on the inside. He looked at the bottle before taking it. Was it alcohol? Harry knew that sometimes Vernon would offer Dudley a sip of his whiskey whenever he felt like his cousin deserved a special treat.
He pulled out the cork and sniffed the drink. Well it didn't smell like whiskey. He looked back up at Cas and she nodded at him, she wanted him to drink it. He made a face and shook his head. The lady sighed and gently took the bottle back and took a small sip, she made a face at the taste. Well now he really didn't want to drink it. She handed the bottle back and mimed taking a sip. Harry frowned but took a small sip.
Now he understood the face she made. The drink was bad but had an interesting aftertaste. He didn't feel the warmth that people claimed came with alcohol. It really wasn't all that bad, he could drink it. He eyed the bottle, there was probably only enough for one mouthful. Harry took a deep breath then downed the whole thing. It still tasted bad but not as much as he expected. Once he was done he handed back the bottle to Cas.
His head swam and he felt a little funny. He swayed a bit and Cas reached out to steady him. He didn't feel so good his head was starting to hurt. Reaching up he placed his hands on his temples, it didn't help much but he didn't know what else to do. Groaning he slumped forward and Cas caught him and held him to her chest.
After what felt like ages his head cleared suddenly. He pulled away from Cas and stared at her, what had that drink done to him? Did she drug him? Cas smiled
awkwardly.
"Fura niali keeta," She scratched her cheek, "Ji ka beh—only way I could get you to understand me. Of course, I still can't speak your language but that can be easily fixed."
"What?" Harry blurted out, "I don't understand, you don't speak English? But I can understand you fine!" He was so confused, was the lady messing with him?
She laughed, tossing her head back as she did so, "No, no no. Ahahaha. You are speaking my native tongue. The potion that I gave you taught you all of the languages that I speak. That's why it was so overwhelming, usually you'd only learn one at a time but I only have my blood on hand."
"Your blood! You mean that stuff was your blood?!" Harry jumped back and stared at her aghast. She shook her head.
"No, just a drop. I'm sorry, normally I would usually just learn your language but I didn't want to scare you by taking some of your blood suddenly," She shrugged and bowed her head to Harry, "Thank you. It was very kind of you to check on me while I was injured. I hope I didn't cause you too much distress."
Harry opened his mouth to reply when he heard his name being called. He turned to look at the person who called him. Mrs. Figg stood at the entrance to the park, he waved to her and turned back to Cas. But she was gone.
He looked around but couldn't spot her. Confused he stood up and walked over to Mrs. Figg, "Did you see the lady I was talking to? I could have sworn she was right there a moment ago."
She smiled absentmindedly at him and patted his arm, "Oh, sweetie. She probably left a while ago. You looked like you were deep in your thoughts when I came to check on you," She looked Harry up and down, "You should go and wash up real quick, your hands are all dirty." He nodded and thanked her for checking on him before heading back to the Dursley's house.
Once he got inside his stomach immediately growled. He sighed and closed the front door behind him. He should eat something and maybe lay down for a nap. Maybe he could just forget about Cas, pretend like it never even happened.
Maybe it didn't happen, Mrs. Figg did say that we was alone when she got there but he wasn't sure how far away she had been when she called. Shaking his head he stepped into the kitchen and made himself a sandwich. He sat down at the dining room table and ate. He wasn't sure what happened but something told him that it wasn't fake. Cas was real, he wasn't sure why or how he knew but it felt right.
He was too deep in his own thoughts to notice someone setting a drink down in front of him. Once he was done eating he picked up the drink. He had just taken a sip when he realized that not only was the drink not part of aunt Petunia's glassware or crystal collection but that he also never made himself a drink. He set the drink down and spluttered, trying to get the foreign liquid out of his mouth.
A familiar chuckle made him freeze. Slowly, he looked up. There, sitting in the seat across from him, was Cas. She was covering her mouth and her shoulders were shaking slightly.
"I'm so sorry Harry! I didn't mean to scare you like that. I followed you home because this place is unfamiliar to me and we didn't get to finish our conversation," She smiled sweetly at him. He frowned.
"What's that drink then? Why did you follow me home? How did you get in?" He paused, "How did you disappear?"
Cas placed her elbows onto the table and leaned her chin on her hands, "Well, in order of how the questions were given. The drink is Raydam juice, it's similar to a… Uh, what's it again? Ah, yes, an apple. It's like an apple, just a bit smaller and quite tangy. I followed you home because, well, I have no idea where I am and I don't speak the language, I'm afraid I will have to ask you to help me out until I get a handle on things. Of course you don't have to help but it would be appreciated."
"I got into your house by walking in through the front door, you left it open long enough for me to slip past you. As for how I disappeared," Cas leaned forward and Harry couldn't help but to lean forward to, "Magic." She whispered.
Harry shook his head, "There's no such thing as magic."
Cas shrugged and stood up. Making her way over to Harry she held out her hand, "Let me show you. Take my hand, and I will disappear. You won't be able to see me but you will be able to feel my hand."
Hesitantly Harry took her outstretched hand. She waited a moment then nodded. Harry gasped. Right before his very eyes Cas seemed to waver like ripples in a pond. After only a moment more she was gone. He couldn't see her at all but he could still feel his hand in hers. He shook his head and looked back at where Cas was supposed to be.
"H-how?" Harry couldn't believe it. She was just… invisible. Cas squeezed his hand lightly and came back into view.
"I can manipulate the aether in the air to make it seem like I am not there. It takes a lot of concentration on my part though so if I get interrupted in any way I will become visible again," She grinned down at him, "Of course you could learn to do it too. Aether clings heavily to you, you have a lot of potential Harry."
Harry just stood there, he could do magic? He couldn't believe it. Then again, he did happen to do an awful lot of things that he couldn't explain. Maybe it did make sense.
"Could," Harry paused, unsure if he wanted to actually ask his question, "Could you teach me? Teach me how to be invisible a-and teach me how to do other kinds of magic!" He was getting excited now, it didn't help that Cas looked as excited as he was. She grabbed his other hand and held his in her own.
"Yes! Yes of course! I'd be honored to teach you. If we have any problems I'm sure my Master could help us out," Cas was bouncing on the balls of her feet now.
Harry smiled magic was real. Magic was real and someone was going to teach it to him. He dragged Cas out to the backyard and grabbed the drink on his way out.
"All right! We can start right now!" Harry laughed. Today was going to be a good day.
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Authors Note: Hello~ It's Dizzy. I hope you liked the story so far, I know that I do. Even if it seems to be coming along slowly for me. I'm still not sure what I want to do with this story as a whole so I'm going to ask you all for help. Below the AN I will have a list of possible suggestions, you ma suggest other thing but for now these are the only ones I am currently worried about.
This will be cross-posted over on AO3 under the same name on my personal account.
Suggestion list:
Harry's alignment (Light, Grey, Dark)
Harry's house
Possible friends/enemies
Future pairings (all accepted but won't start appearing until 4th year)
Harry's class (from Aion)
Translation-
Tam urana inava vu reania - I don't speak your language
Fura niali keeta - Sorry about that
Ji ka beh - It was the