Author's note : I do not own Harry Potter or anything associated with it. I only own the character of Ava.
Well, apparently, I have taken an idea from the show Heroes. I don't own them, either. This is not a crossover, no characters from Heroes will be in this story, just the super power thing.
Well, it seems that Harry has stepped aside and let Charlie and Ava come forward to tell their story. Hope it's good. I'm not sure if anyone likes my stories, as I have only gotten about 5 reviews in the 3 stories I've written. I only hope someone out there likes them.
Of Dragons and Supers
The leaves rustled softly as she walked in the moonlight, stepping carefully so as not to fall over a root or rock. Sighing, she almost wished she hadn't started on this journey. It seemed hopeless, she felt like she would never find him. She didn't even know what she would say to him if she did find him. It seemed unlikely that he was hiding out here, deep in the forest in Romania, but this was the best lead she had. Carefully stepping around a huge rock stuck in the earth, she suddenly came face to face with a burst of fire. Startled, she lost her balance and fell backwards, tripping over the rock she had just stepped around. Feeling the pain in her leg, she knew that she had broken her leg, but that wasn't important right now. Where had that flame come from? Wildly looking around, she heard a muttered curse from somewhere to her left. Wiping her head to the left, she stared through the dark, trying to see who was there.
Stepping out of the shadows into the moonlight was a man with longish hair. She couldn't tell the color, as it was dark here in the forest. He was holding something in his hand out in front of him, looking up in the trees. "Who are you?" she asked.
Meeting with silence, she tried again, "Did you shoot that flame at me?"
"Shh." He whispered.
"Are you going to kill me?" she continued.
"Hush!" he hissed at her.
"Why are you staring up into the trees? What's up there?" she asked.
Having reached her side, he suddenly bent down and forcefully pressed his lips to hers. Pulling back slightly, he hissed, "Will you please shut up! I've got him cornered."
Incredulous, she stammered quietly, seeing the murderous look in his eye. He stood noiselessly and pointed his hand up to a nearby tree limb. She heard the rush of wings as something took flight. "Damn! Come back here, you stupid dragon." He said.
Eyes wide, "D-Dragon? Did you say dragon? Breathing fire, scaly, flying, that kind of dragon?" she asked.
"What other kind of dragon is there?" he answered, rolling his eyes. Man, she was annoying.
Remembering him kissing her, "Who do you think you are, putting your hands on me like that?" she admonished.
"It was the only way to shut you up so that I could catch him. You have an annoying way of not doing what you are told." He answered.
Mouth opening and then closing, thinking of a retort, she shifted her position on the ground.
"What are you doing out here all alone?" he continued.
"I'm not alone, you're here." She said.
"Before I got here, you were alone. Why are you wondering around the forest, alone, in the dark?" he said, rolling his eyes again. So annoying.
"I'm looking for someone. I was told that he was hiding out in this forest." She told him.
"You really think that you're going to find someone in the dark? That's real smart." Smirking, he turned to look around.
"Day, night, it's no different to me." She said, and tried to get up. Wincing in pain, she flopped back down, holding her left thigh. She looked down at her leg and saw that the bone was poking out through the skin just below her knee. He saw it at the same time as she did.
Swearing again, "It's broken." He said.
"Really? I hadn't noticed." She retorted, wincing as she tried to straighten it out.
'Smartass' he thought to himself. "No, don't move it. Keep still, I'll be right back." He said and ventured into the forest a little ways. He was back within a minute with a few thick sticks. Kneeling down next to her, "I'm going to put a splint on it. My village is just ahead, not too far, we can make it by morning. There's a healer there, he can fix it for you." He said as he looked around for something to lash the splint on to her leg. Finding nothing, he removed his shirt. Ripping it into strips, he began to fasten the sticks to her leg to keep it still. After tying the last strip, he rocked back on his heels, thinking. "You know what, there's no way you can walk all the way to the village, and I can't carry you." He stated, still thinking, apparently arguing with himself.
'Disapparate.' He said. 'But she may be muggle and I can't reveal magic to a muggle.' He argued. 'It's the only way to get her to the village and get back to hunting that dragon down.' 'True. I can't take her to the village, though. So, where?' 'The Burrow. Call Hermione.'
Nodding to himself, he looked at her. He could tell that she was in pain. "Oh, bloody hell. I don't have time for this." He said and took her hand in his. Eyeing him curiously, she wondered what he was doing. Before getting a chance to ask, he turned slightly and she was sucked into an abyss. She felt as if a tremendous weight was pressing on her lungs. Mere seconds later, they arrived in a backyard. She opened her eyes as a plump red-haired woman came out the back down of the shabby house.
"Charlie? What in the world?" she asked the man.
"Found her in the woods while I was tracking a dragon. Her leg's broken. This is the only place I could think to bring her. I think she's muggle."
"Now, wait just a minute. You know nothing about me. What gives you the right to insult me and take control?" the girl asked incredulously.
The woman chuckled and pulled a stick of some kind out of her pocket. The girl eyed her warily as the man beside her swore again. Before she knew it, the girl was somehow floating in mid-air and moving towards the house. Speechless, she just stared around with a wild look in her eye. "I'll call Hermione." The man said and led the way into the house. The girl was placed on the couch, as he stuck his head in a fire of green flames. He pulled his head out to find the older woman sternly looking at him.
"What was I supposed to do, mum? Leave her there in the forest while a dragon is on the loose?" he said.
With a sigh, "I suppose not, Charlie, but you know you've broken all kinds of laws by bringing her here."
"I know, and I'll deal with all that later. Right now, I have to find this dragon. He's already set a couple of villages on fire. I almost had him when I ran across her." He said with a nasty glance over his shoulder at the girl on the couch.
Suddenly, a roar came from the fire. Green flames shot up and a young woman stepped out, carrying a medical bag. The girl on the couch, shouting in alarm. "What the hell is going on here?"
"Magic." The boy called Charlie answered. The girl looked at him, as if for the first time. He had red hair, just like his mother and a rough look about him. He was muscular, owing to his work with dragons, and his face held a look that said he had seen way too much for his age.
The woman who stepped out of the fire walked towards the girl on the couch, slowly. "I'm Hermione Granger-Weasley, and I'm a healer. Is it alright if I take a look at your leg?" she said.
The girl nodded, mouth open, not really knowing what to say.
"What's your name, dear?" the older woman asked.
Finding her voice, "Ava. Ava Kyker." She replied.
Hermione was removing the splint on her leg, gingerly, trying not to hurt her any more than she had to. "You make a good splint, Charlie. Why not just heal it yourself?" she said with a smile.
"Aw, hell, Hermione, you know my healing spells suck. That's what we have you around for." He said and dodged his mother's backhand at his curing.
Hermione examined Ava's leg with a furrowed brow. Shaking her head she finally spoke after several long moments, "This leg isn't broken."
Ava sat up with a start, and Charlie barged over to the couch. "I swear, Hermione, it was broken. The bone was sticking out of the skin, I saw it. See the blood."
"Yes, Charlie, I see the blood, but the leg is not broken now. Are you sure you didn't use a healing spell?" she looked up at him.
Ava was quiet, a worried look passing over her face. "Yes, I'm sure, Hermione. I couldn't heal it, even if I tried." He answered. Looking up at Ava, "Are you a witch?" he asked.
"What?! No, I'm not a witch! How dare you?!" she exclaimed.
Running a hand over his face, he muttered, "I don't have time for this."
"Fine. No one asked you to help me. No one asked you to drag me into an abyss and use magic to get me here to who knows where. I didn't ask you to take any of your precious time to bring me here." She said, standing up and poked her finger into his chest.
Hermione grinned, and the older woman looked on in shock. Charlie rubbed the place on his chest where Ava had poked him several times. With a laugh and loud crack, he disappeared. "Where'd he go? I wasn't finished with him yet." Ava said as Hermione laughed out loud. Ava sat back down on the couch. "Where am I, and how do I get back to that forest?" she asked.
Before either of the other women could answer, an enormous orange cat came running into the room and jumped up on the back of the couch. Walking over to Ava, he reached out a claw and raked it across her face. "CROOKSHANKS! NO!" Hermione yelled. The cat leapt back down and walked out of the room. Hermione and the older woman looked back at Ava. Hermione already reaching into her medical bag to extract something, she halted, a surprised expression on her face.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Fix it. I know there are scratches there, I can feel the sting." Ava said to her. Hermione looked at the older woman, mouth open, not speaking. "What? What's the matter?"
"Accio mirror." The older woman whispered, and a mirror came flying in to the room. Ava sucked in a breath at this. Walking towards her slowly, the woman held up the mirror so that Ava could see her own face. Looking in to the mirror, she examined her face. There were no scratches there, but how could that be. That cat had scratched her cheek, she felt the sting of the scratches.
Hermione was muttering to herself, "No, it can't be, that's a myth." She said.
"What's a myth?" the older woman asked. Hermione looked up at her and then ran out of the room. She was back within 5 seconds, carrying a tattered book. Flipping through the pages, she stopped and read to herself, lips moving but no sound coming out. Handing the book to the older woman, "Look, Molly. Read about regeneration."
The older woman read the page and then they both looked up at Ava. "How can that be?" she asked, quietly.
Hermione shook her head. Walking slowly over to Ava, she pulled a scalpel out of her medical bag. Before Ava knew what was happening, Hermione had sliced her arm. "What the hell? What's that for?" she yelped.
"Just watch." Hermione said softly. All 3 watched the cut on Ava's arm. After a few seconds, it began to heal itself. Ava's eyes widened to the point of almost popping out of her head.
"What have you all done to me?" she croaked.
"We didn't do anything to you. My guess is that you were born this way." A loud crack was heard and Charlie appeared beside his mother. "You are a regenerator."
"So, she is a witch, I was right." Charlie spoke, startling the women.
Hermione shook her head, "No, regeneration is not a witch or wizard power. It's a super power." She said. "I thought it was just a myth, though."
"A super power?" Ava and Charlie spoke at the same time.
"You mean like Superman or Wonder Woman?" Ava asked.
"Well, yeah, I suppose so, although they are comic book characters." Hermione laughed. "There are myths about people actually possessing super powers, like regeneration and hearing people's thoughts. There's a whole list of them, people able to fly with no assistance, people able to find other people anywhere in the world, things like that. I guess it's not as much of a myth as I thought."
Ava stared at her. "You appeared out of a fire, he can appear and disappear at will, she can levitate people and move them, and you don't believe in super powers?"
Charlie and Hermione laughed. "We are magical people, Ava. Witches and wizards." Molly told her. "We use wands to perform our magic."
"Witches and wizards." Ava said, nodding her head slightly. "This day couldn't get any stranger." She muttered and sank back into the couch, resting her head on the back.
"Well, I'll just head back to work now." Hermione said, packing up her bag. She walked to the fireplace, but before she could step in, the green flames flared up and a dark-haired man with glasses stepped out.
"Molly, have you seen Remus' wand? I wanted to see if Teddy would be able to use it." He said, not noticing the strange lady on the couch. "Hey, Hermione." He stated, as if seeing her here was a normal thing. Ava eyed him as he walked over to Molly and Charlie. Reaching out a hand to Charlie, "Hey, Charlie, what are you doing here?"
"I'm not sure, honestly. I should be out tracking down this dragon, but I ran across Ava and brought her here to Hermione." He answered.
The new arrival turned to see Ava sitting on the couch watching him. "Oh, hello. I'm Harry." He said, nodding to her. Turning back to Molly, "So, have you seen it? I was hoping maybe we left it here the other night after the remembering service."
Molly shook her head, "No, Harry, dear, I haven't seen it. It was a beautiful service, wasn't it. Remus and Sirius would have loved it."
"Remus? Remus Lupin?" came a soft voice from the couch. The others in the room all turned in unison to her, gaping.
Hermione was the first to speak, "Yes, do you know him?"
Ava nodded, "I think so. If it's the same person, he's the one I've been searching for the past 3 years. He's my father."
Harry and Hermione stared at each other. Charlie cleared his throat, "You're father." He said. "You've never met your father?"
"No, my mother refused to speak of him, said he was a horrible man who wanted nothing to do with me. Somehow, I never thought she was telling the truth. She would never tell me his name or anything else about him, just that he was evil. When she died, I found my birth certificate in an old box in the attic. His name was listed as my father." Ava explained as she pulled a piece of paper out of her backpack on the floor. Harry stepped forward to take the paper. Unfolding it, he inhaled sharply and fell to his knees. Hermione hurried to his side, just as Molly did the same. They both looked at the paper, seeing the same thing Harry did, they both burst into tears.