"Speech"
"Elvin language"
Thoughts
Thoughts in Elvin language
PROLOGUE
No one saw the young-looking woman who was walking down the deceptively regular street of Privet Drive. The dawn had not yet broken, and the night seemed to stretch on in its darkness, a darkness unlit by feeble moonlight. She came to a stop outside a house just like all the others, and turned her eyes to the windows. No movement showed in the house, and, encouraged, she walked to the door. A wind swirled the scent of the season into the air as much as it swirled the leaves it picked up of the deserted road, and the woman basked in it. Autumn is so refreshing after the years of eternal summer that I have experienced, though this feeling may have been influenced by my return tomorrow. Her thoughts turned fondly to her home, which was now also experiencing fall. Shaking off her half-formed memories, she placed a tanned hand on the door. It swung inward without a sound.
Stepping in, she noticed that the inside of the house was almost sickeningly clean, and she eyed her dirty footprints amusedly. Making certain to take the longest and most twisting route possible, she headed towards the small doorknob poking from the immaculate wallpaper on the side of the staircase. Pulling it open, after spending nearly five minutes walking there, she peaked in almost comically on a small sleeping boy. Her features softened. So this was the boy she was to retrieve. He looks like his father. She thought tenderly. She knelt at the side of the sleeping child, his charcoal-haired head turned away from her. How old is he now- five, six? How the years fly!
Putting her hand on the child's back gently, she called his name.
"Harry," Her voice was sweet and motherly, and the word was softly spoken. The child woke all the same. He turned to face her, sleepily curious. His green eyes shown from his pale, thin face framed by hair mussed up adorably.
"Hello, Harry. Would you like to come away with me?"
Harry opened bleary green eyes, and wavering, as though seen through a heat wave, he saw what he thought was a woman beside him, looking down on him with a smile. Her hand was warm where it had slid to rest on his shoulder. Is this a dream?
"Would you like to come away with me?"
Yes, it was definitely a dream. Only in dreams did people ever actually come to take him away.
He nodded, too sleepy to be properly disappointed. The woman, however, smiled widely.
"Then go back to sleep, and when you wake up everything will be alright," He nodded again drowsily, and closed his eyes and drifted off into the land of dreams once more.
When Harry's eyes re-shut, the woman picked him up. She stepped out into the hall, ran her foot up the wall absent-mindedly to create a dirty smear, and disappeared with the boy. A piece of paper fluttered down to the ground behind her while the other occupants of the house slept on, ignorant.
Song echoed round and round in his mind. The tune was familiar, but the memory danced away before he could come close. Words known instinctively, though they were not in English, sang in a voice neither male nor female.
Darkness hovers on the edge of sight
The sun falls
Night constricts as snake on prey
In the hour before dawn
The sun again defeats the darkness
Allowing day to arrive
Dusk has followed the day
And Night has fallen again on Earth
Call on the day to dispense of the shadow,
Phoenix, bird of flame, born of ashes and despair,
Guide the sun
Bring hope
To grant us light once more
Defeat the night truly
Make day forevermore
"Remember this, Harry Potter, for it is your past… and your future, should you so choose it."
The Order of the Phoenix had looked everywhere for the young Harry Potter to find nothing. The point-me spell swiveled wildly in circles before pointing straight up. Tracking rituals came up with nothing at all. Owls circled around before going to rest back on the ground, confused. Houses of known ex-Death Eaters were searched inconspicuously to no avail. No one knew where the boy-who-lived was.
News as big as this could not be kept secret forever and soon it littered the newspapers, a picture of the Potter family with baby Harry headlined by titles like "POTTER CHILD KIDNAPPED" and "BOY-WHO-LIVED ABDUCTED" that caused a huge stir among the wizarding public. Howlers echoed through the halls of Hogwarts, and more than once was Headmaster Albus Dumbledore left with a scorched pile of documents on his desk. The search for the boy-who-lived intensified, but to no avail: The wizarding world (with the exception of a few lucky people) would see neither hide nor hair of him for almost nine years.
A letter rested on the Headmaster's desk, a letter that gave him hope that Harry Potter was at least alive.
To Whom It May Concern:
We have taken Harry Potter to a place where he may become ready for his destiny.
Do not worry for his safety, we will ensure that he is alive when he comes back.
Signed
The High Council of Seven
Rilla, Illyinwaya, Mechara, Ronak, Dirlexer, Axen and Rixen
AN. Some changes made to chapter in terms of breaks, which took out. Also, letter fixed.