Belye nochi
Disclaimer: I don't own the ideia behind Harry Potter or make any money with it.
Summary: Iago Lestrange lived his entire childhood in complete loneliness until one day he met Iris Potter, the girl-who-lived. When they find that their lives are more complicated to what they first expected, how will their relationship evolve? Will they be able to understand each other, or will they follow the steps that everyone expects them to take?
A/N: Not completely cannon, so some facts will be different. Rated M for some dark topics that may appear. Harry Potter has some Shakespeare inspiration so it's to be expected some of the darkest side of human psychology.
Writing this on a cellphone, I am not that great of a writer and English is not my main language. Sorry in advance.
Trying to improve while having fun here.
Chapter 1: How they met
Iago Lestrange have been living in Wool's orphanage for as long as he can remember. Altho "living" might be a stretched conclusion, maybe surviving would be more accurate in this case.
What could he say about his "home"? A square building surrounded by high railings. It was run-down, but clean, and the orphans in residence were well cared for. Atleast that's what looks like on the outside.
What people didn't know tho, is the lack of funds that translated into missed meals to anyone who disobeyed one of the innumerous rules or pseudo rules that were created on the spot, just because simply there wasn't enough food for everyone and no one volunteered to skip meals.
Everyone had to share what little they had, from books, toys...you name it.
Sharing wasn't a problem for Iago, atleast until he was six years old. The day that changed his life forever, the day he was first overwhelmed with fear, the day he learned the truth about himself.
That day started like any other, every children woke at seven a.m. and prepared for breakfast. After the breakfast, there was a playtime on the outside to enjoy the last days of sun, even if the weather wasn't the warmest.
Iago was reading a book by the name of "Othello" written by Shakespeare, an English famous writer. He had read "Macbeth" previously and had fun with all the prophecy obcession involved and thought where the inspiration came from.
He was completly oblivious to the outside world, so focused on the book that, he knew his name made a notorious presence, in the hopes to find a clue of what kind of character this Iago was and maybe, just maybe, he could find a tip on what type of people his parents were or hoping he would be.
What we failed to noticed while reading was that he was seated nearby a nest of Viperas berus, a common poisonous adder. When he heared some movement behind him, a sound of a crackling leave, he suddendly turned around so fast that he hurted his neck. It was then that he saw five of the adders approaching him very fast.
One faster than all the others striked at Iago with a fast pace, all Iago could see was a black blur before he panicked and extended his right arm to try to protect himself from the attacker. Doing this he felt something inside of him tingling, almost calling to be used, some kind of energy that would be his sword and his shield if Iago so willed it to be.
And so he willed it!
The adder didn't even know what repeled it's attack, all it felt was a shockwave that threw it far away from the human.
That was enough to stop all the other adders from moving any further.
Iago was then surprised when he heard hissing, now that in itself wasn't the surprise per se, what really surprised him was that he understood what the adders were hissing.
§"Supid human,stay away from our hatchlings!", "careful he is a wizard."§
Now Iago like any other six year old had too many questions to know where to begin with. But still he needed to try and make sure he wasn't imagining any of this.
Was magic real? Was he a magic user? Did he get under the sun for too long?
§Hi! Sorry, but did you talk or am I imagining this?§ Iago didn't notice that he was hissing aswell.
That's when the adders stopped on their tracks and stared at him. Their eyes studying the form of Iago, almost like they were trying to see his soul.
§You speak! A speaker! Forgive us speaker for attacking you, we were merely trying to protect our hatchlings. We would never hurt you otherwise.§
Now Iago was euphoric, he could understand them and vice versa. So he made a mental list of information he could get from this situation.
§What is this language that we are communicating and how do I understand you? I bet this isn't English. And did you called me a wizard? Is there others like me?§ Iago could barely hide his excitement.
§You are speaking the nobel language of the snakes, parseltongue. And yes you are a wizard, and problably a very strong one from the way you defended yourself, little hatchling. There is an entire different civilization of wizards on the whole world. In England they live apart from the non magical humans.§
§Is there a way where I could learn more about magic, the wizarding world and about parseltongue? § Iago was already making plans to extend his knowledge on his new found powers. After all knowledge is power. Like he read in a book, " Knowledge is power. Information is liberating. Education is the premise of progress, in every society, in every family."
§Yes,you could learn about magic at Diagon Alley, I could guide you the way to there. About parseltongue might be a bit more troublesome, not many people know that parseltongue is a very powerful healing tool. To learn this art you will need to find old scripts from other speakers or find old magical snakes to teach you.§
§Ok, so lets go. I got some money left enough for a bus ride, you can hop in inside my cloths and get some warm.§
And with this, Iago went to discover a new world, a world of magic.
This marked the day that would change the wizarding world for better or for worse, that's too soon to know.
He was always different from the other children, always looked unnaturally mature for his short age. Always prefered the company of books never really playing nor interacting with anyone.
The others just didn't had a spark of interest for him, they were of a grey colour in this grey coloured world. He longed for someone that painted with a different colour in this world, someone he could talk with, really talk! And share and study the intrinsic part of the world and now who knows.. Magic itself.
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Iris Potter lived in Privet Drive for the last five years. Sadly, she doesn't remember anything about her parents nor the house they had nor the life they had.
All she knows is what the Durleys told her, her mother and father died from some car accident. There are no photos, no books, nothing from them on the house. Couldn't she go to her parents house to grab anything at all, so she could have a memento of sorts? It didn't really made sense to her but she learned not to ask many questions after she did it the first few times. Days without food were not a thing she wanted to repeat.
Sometimes she wished to run away and don't come back to this horrible place, but she was alone in this world, had no money, the only cloths she had were from her fat cousin. The same fat cousin would beat anyone that wanted to be her friend, so she was all alone.
Would be too much to ask for someone to save her?
Those were Iris thoughts when she was walking inside Lily Hill Park, when her cousin Dudley Dusdley and his gang of missfits bump into her for another of their bullying session.
"So, the little freak came for a walk in the park. Looking for a friend? Who would want to be friends with a little freak like you?" Dudley's little group laughed, making Iris feel so small,so sad that she had tears forming in her eyes. Because of this, she didn't notice a small boy walking towards her.
"I would love to be your friend!" Iris searched for the origin of this new voice, a voice of someone who wanted to be her friend but, like everyone else, would soon change his mind. She was surprised to see a boy a little taller than her, with black eyes and spiked black hair, his skin was white, if a little pale. He was wearing a grey t-shirt, jeans and black shoes.
Before she could say anything, Dudley and his group went on the offensive.
"Get lost, kid! We won't let anyone be friend with this freak, specially not someone like you." And they tried to shove him off.
"Oh you want to see freak? §Give them a good scare for me, will you?§"
And then one snake came off from the boy's cloths and chase the gang off.
Dudley and his gang watching the boy hiss like he was some kind of snake, and then seeing a snake after them, they didnt need to think twice and run.
They run so fast that they tripped on their own feet and fell down like logs. She couldn't help herself and let escape a small and sweet giggle.
"Hey, are you alright?" The boy asked Iris, but she was still crying from the earlier bullying and the realisation that someone wanted to be her friend, so she couldn't answer right away.
The boy sat down next to her, and seeing she wouldn't answer so soon, he started to sing to her surprise.
"Why are there so many songs about rainbows and what's on the other side?
Rainbows are visions, but only illusions, and rainbows have nothing to hide
So we've been told and some choose to believe it
I know they're wrong wait and see
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection
The lovers, the dreamers and me
Who said that every wish would be heard and answered when wished on the morning star?
Somebody thought of that and someone believed it
Look what it's done so far
What's so amazing that keeps us stargazing and what do we think we might see?
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection
The lovers, the dreamers and me.
All of us under it's spell
We know that it's problably magic
Have you been half asleep and have you heard voices?
I've heard them calling my name
Is this the sweet sound that calls the young sailors
The voice might be one and the same
I've heard it too many times to ignore it
It's something that I'm supposed to be
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection
The lovers, the dreamers and me
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection
The lovers, the dreamers and me."
Iris simply looked at the boy sitting besides her, and said,
"You can actually sing worse than the frog. "
They stared at each other for a few seconds before both started to laugh. Something that Iris couldn't remember doing since she started living with the Dusdleys.
"It's níce to see you smile! Hey, my name Is Iago Lestrange! Nice to meet you." The boy now identified, stretched his hand to her.
Iris stood there looking at the hand with an aprehensive look.
"Are you sure you want to be my friend? You would be my first one..." Said Iris a little too low, that Iago barely heard.
"In that case let me rephrase ,hmhm" Iago clears his throat in a playful way and extends his hand once again.
"Would you do me the honor of being your first friend?"
Iris smile and took his hand slowly but firmly.
"I am Iris Potter and would be very happy to have you as my first friend". The smile on her face was radiating and beautiful, of course Iago kept that information to himself.
"So, thank you for driving them away, but how did you happen to have a talking snake that did what you asked?"
"Oh, you understood what I said earlier ? Then you are like me, a parselmouth, snakes call us speakers. That algo means you can do magic, like me! You are a wizard, hmm I mean, a witch? Ya that sounds right."
"So they were right? Am I a freak?" Iris started to panick but before she could get another thought, Iago interveined.
"No, means we are different from them, different doesn't necessarily means bad right? Now, before I met you here, I was on my way to a wizardy alley here in London and learn what it means to be a wizard. Want to go with me? Two is more fun, and this snake isn't really into talking." Iago smiled, a little hopeful that she would join him.
"Sure, lets go, the less time I stay here the better and I am curious aswell!"
And so the two of them, plus a little snake as a guide, resumed the journey to Diagon Alley.
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On the way to Diagon Alley, Iago took a closer look to her new and first friend. She was a little shorter than him, white skin, deep green emerald eyes that you could lose yourself looking at them and beautiful long crimson hair that reached her shoulders.
Her cloths were far too big for her, clearly not hers. Maybe they could do some shopping later in the future since he could use some new cloths aswell.
While moving to their destination, they talk about little things so they could know each other better and their past. Sadly both of them hadn't the best of it .
§Hatchlings, we are here, get inside this bar and ask for the entrance to Diagon Alley.§ The little snake interrupted their conversation when they reached a small, dingy and welcoming place.
"So, it all starts here. Shall we go Iris?"
"Yes, let's go!" Iris answer with confidence, taking Iago's hand on hers.
Upon entering, they felt the atmosphere of the bar. People talking between groups in their wooden chairs, with drinks on the table and some cases strange food they never saw before. One man was having problems with what appeared to be pea soup.
The bar was a bit dark with a fireplace roaring in the corner, the flames dancing and giving a little bit of light.
The two young soon to be wizards approached the innkeeper so they could get indications.
"Excuse me sir, could you tell us how to enter Diagon Alley from here? We would really appreciate it."
The innkeeper was a little surprised to say the least. Two kids, that didn't look to be more than 8 year old asking to enter Diagon Alley without supervision. But as innkeeper for the Leaky Cauldron, Tom had seen strangers things so he just shrugged and told them to follow him.
"Ok kids, pay attention to what I do next. "
When they saw that the innkeeper lead them to a dead end, they got a little suspecious. But then the man tapped on the wall in a strange sequence and the wall opened just like ...magic !
"Welcome to Diagon Alley!"
A/N: Next, visit to Diagon Alley, Gringots with some revelations and more stuff . Thanks for reading.
