Disclaimer: Don't own...wish I did...then both of them would be rewritten to suit my yaoi needs! y_y (Does that look like tears or did I do it wrong?)
Warning: This is a yaoi story. This mean boyxboy pairings and feelings and action. If you don't like yaoi that's not my problem 'cause I warned you in the small summary. Flames will be used to toast mini marshmellows.
Summary: Baby Harry, favored by the sea goddess Calypso, is taken from the wreckage of his blasted home. He grows up in the care of Jack, Will, and their crews. Some surprises are in store for Harry as well as some training by Calypso. When Harry takes off for Hogwarts, everyone has only one question in their mind: Will Harry survive Hogwarts or will Hogwarts survive Harry?
A/N: Hi there, peoples! This is just one of many stories I've started but haven't put up yet. Well, you can't count this one anymore, can you? Please try to bear with me as this is my first ever entry. Yes, I realize it says the title instead of prologue up in the little blue box thing, that's my mistake. But this is the prologue and I'd love to get reviews on it. I know it's short, but it's what is significant before the first chapter.
I would also love to have someone beta my this story. Preferably someone who knows Sirius, Jack, and Will. If not, someone who can help me tighten up and catch any errors I make would be a lifesaver.
Hope to here some reviews soon!
A babe's squall is heard from the wreckage of a destroyed house. No one can see this house, except those who know it exists…and gods. You cannot fool the gods.
Sirius POV
I landed my motorbike at the edge of the wreckage, tears streaming down my face. Lily, James, Harry…gone. My sensitive ears picked up a baby's crying from somewhere in the mess of crumbling walls and burnt furniture. I flung myself off my bike and started running towards the sound. Suddenly, the crying stops and a bubbling laugh takes its place. I scramble up a mound of charred roof timbers to see what used to be the second floor nursery. Through the dark, I saw a dark-skinned woman, dressed oddly, holding Harry gently and rocking him. She cooed and smiled at him and tickled his face with her hair as I watched in shock.
Then, the woman looked up straight at my, which means she is not a muggle as it is very dark, and says, "I will not let Dumb'eldore ruin ano'der (another) life, especially one wit' so much powuh." I saw her eyes burn with hatred and determination.
Her accent is as strange as her clothes, I thought as I launched myself at the two of them, intent on getting my pup back. She disappeared with a smile and I landed painfully on more charred and broken wood. I sat up, picking painful splinters from my body, my spirit crushed again. My pup was gone and I didn't know if I would ever see him again.