Falling From Stars
By: Abby Ebon
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter….
Excerpt From;
"A Wizard Guide: The Study of Alternate Dimensions"
As-Told By, Esther Skygazer
As it happened nearly fifteen years ago, in Alternate Dimension, a strange happening caused three near orbiting worlds to collide. Of these three, two of the worlds -one inhabitable-and the other one barely touched by the phenomena- survived, the third- a peaceful and advanced world- was lost forever.
However, on this third world was a scientist who foresaw these happenings… and the end of her world. In desperation she sent her only child through a portal, and to what she knew to be a habitual world… with the magic needed for one of her people to survive.
This is a brief tale of the child that was sent to that world… and its connection to Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, himself.
Fifteen Years Ago…In Another World
A shooting star sped across the sky. It was followed by many others, but the heavens were not content to have mortals merely watch its starry show. They would have them join in its power and brutality.
As it had every five years, the other little planet shuddered, as it was forced to pass its larger twin sisters.
They pulled on her, threatening to pull her apart- or send her spinning off course. As the two twin planets fought, each willing to do anything to prove themselves better then each other. In what would prove to be a deadly gravitational game of tug-a-war.
But the other had something its sisters had none of, and it was this power it called on now, pulled from every life form- it shielded itself from the worst of the gravitational fits the giant sisters dealt each other.
Unexpectedly, one of the sisters stumbled; swaying away from the dance all three had played for longer then was remembered….
As was in her nature, the planetary sister who had not stumbled in their forever dance struck the other- and the other trembled from the might of the blow but did not sway off course.
The gigantic planetary twins collided, and in the confusion and chaos of it all… none, not even the other, noticed the late shooting star flung from one of her sisters and disappear.
O.o.O.o.O.o.O
On this night of shooting stars- in an alternate world, an old woman watched the stars. She had silver-gray hair, and with fair unblemished skin, not even a wrinkle was upon her face. She could easily have been twenty, or a hundred, for she was the type to age slowly.
Her black as a raven-feather eyes studied the night sky, as the village people slept past these strange happening, and paid no mind to the universal happenings of this night.
The nearby villagers delighted in telling tales of this odd old woman, some said she was older then the Earth. Some said she wove ancient magic about the forest and village to protect them, this was true enough.
Some told that she was the very Earth, but none could deny she was older then their memories, she had just always been there. Oddly, no one had ever roused the village people against her and her strangeness. Nor would anyone ever dream of doing so. For what reason should they? After all, the old women rarely went into town, and hardly spoke, or did anything of any peculiar interest.
Tonight however, was different- though the universe paid no mind to the shooting star that appeared out of nowhere… she did- and followed its progress. As it happened, it crashed into the forest a few paces from her home.
Rising from her siting chair, and gathering her staff, she made her was to the crash-landed 'shooting star'… it was unlike anything she had ever seen. Crouching next to it, she ran her fingers over its heated, yet smooth, surface.
Without warning, the stone split open at her touch, and a head made of light and color sprung from it, specking in soft tones and with watery eyes.
Though the old woman had never heard such a strange and musical language, she understood the unspoken message… take care of what the hollow-stone held.
Finally the head, and odd musical notes, faded. She looked down at a strange cry. The woman's eyes widened, to see what was clearly an odd looking… child? - draped in silky black cloth.
Lifting the child out of the hollow stone, the woman made a circular motion with the staff. She, the child, and the hollow-stone, disappeared… only to reappear in the old woman's hut.
Holding the infant to her chest, as the child made odd cooing and purring sounds- as if it was half-bird and kitten.
The old woman smiled at the strange thought, and patted the child's head, only to find the double pointed ears; carefully the woman examined the child.
The child's eyes was all one color, black- suddenly the color shifted from black into a green-blue. The old woman knew why, it was because the youngling had been scared, then curious- as most youngsters were.
The old woman ran her fingers behind the child's ear, to the back of its neck, five hardly noticeable skin folds. As a fish has gills, the old woman thought, with some amusement.
The child waved its hand, and the old woman stuck out a finger, which the child, with much enthusiastic delight, grasped in a clenching grip.
The old woman's black eyes caught sight of the tiny webbing between the child's fingers and toes, though the child's hands and feet were alike of her own- indeed, the child even had the proper amount of fingers and toes.
The child lets out a cooing, musical laugh, as the babe shifts to be more comfortable in her arms. A furry appendage, a tail the color of a graying black, wraps around the old woman's arm. The woman chuckles, and tapes the child's nose, which crinkles up in dislike.
"What shell I call thee little one?" The old woman murmurs softly, the child coos, wriggles, and the old woman smiles.
"I think I shall call ye Adios…"
Somewhere else far away, a year old little boy- is set upon a doorstep by Wizards. A week later, his relatives abandoned him in a forest, as far away from them as it could be. This forest in fact- and ironically enough, the old woman was given that youngling as well…