I've been writing nonstop lately, and I felt the urge to do this, so I did.
Disclaimer: HP does NOT belong to me, sadly.
A few hours had gone by since the one year old had been placed on the Dursleys' doorstep. The boy slept quietly, not knowing that his life was about to change paths yet again.
For just a moment, the whole street seemed to stir, as if sensing the arrival of magic for the second time that night.
A barely audible swish was heard from above. Had the casual observer been there and looked up, they would have found themselves in a state of shock.
For flying down to the house of Number 4 Private Drive was a creature of the species of pegasi. With the same muscular body and legs, the only thing discerning it from a common horse were the large, delicate wings on which it flew.
Had the observer not already fainted from surprise, they would have realized that there was something even more remarkable than the pegasi itself: There was someone riding it.
The pegasi landed with a low thump on the pavement. The rider slid off it.
Our observer, now wondering whether they had had too much to drink, would be entranced.
The rider's attire itself was not uncommon; simple jeans and a black t-shirt. However, despite this, you found yourself knowing that he was far more than his clothes gave off. It was his face, and the way he held himself, in contrast to his clothing, that startled you.
He had a face of delicate form and angular frame. His eyebrows, chestnut brown, arched in a way that looked brooding and intelligent. His eyes were triangular, and no matter how many times you looked at them, you could never say for sure what color they were. His skin was pale hair was a blond mane, falling about his shoulders. And his ears were tapered and pointed.
His body was lean and radiated power, both magical and physical.
With long, sweeping strides, he walked over to the still-sleeping child. His brow puckered as he studied they child's face.
"Glamourie," He muttered in a voice like honey, "I had thought I sensed wizardry, but I didn't believe..."
He gently picked the boy up, who shifted in his arms.
Bowing his head, he murmured,"Atklāt to, kas ir slēpta" and placed a kiss on the child's brow.
In an instant, the illusion that had been cast upon the boy vanished.
His hair was truly a deep auburn and far more smooth and tidy. His skin was the color of ivory. His ears were pointed, much in the way the rider's were. His facial structure, likewise, resembled his as well.
The rider smiled in satisfaction. "Ah, yes, little one, you are just as I."
The smile dropped off his face as he noticed that the scar still scowled.
"Wizards," he spat in disgust, "the only creatures who would do such a thing to a yet, you survived. Perhaps it was written in the stars that you should be different, from the moment you were created."
The boy gave a small hiccup and opened his eyes.
The same brilliant emerald green as before.
The elder chuckled lightly. "The eyes are somewhat unusual, but that is only to be expected, considering your...heritage."
He looked up at the twinkling lights that hung in the sky. "I pray, for your sake, little one, that you should never be forced into the expectations of wizards. For while they look only at the figurehead, they care not for the price that is payed by their hero."
He gazed upon the child sadly. "And you, little one, are the hero they all look for."
Without another word, he placed the bundle on the pegasi's back. "Do not let him fall," He said sorrowfully to the pegasi.
It snorted, and looked at him, as if to ask him where he went that it could not accompany him.
"My friend, you have been far more loyal than I ever would have asked. You have been a good friend. But my purpose in the world draws to a close. I have done what the fates have asked of me, and they require me no longer. I ask that you guide the one whom I place with you, and keep him safe. My last request. The hopes of many ride with him."
The pegasi whinnied, and looked at him with miserable eyes. "I know, old friend. I shall remember and miss you. Now go, and take my blessing with you."
He leaned over to the boy, who stared at him with wide eyes. "Let it be acknowledged and never questioned, you are my son. On you I place my legacy. Do me proud. Never bow to those who demand it. Never submit to anything less than you deserve. Hold your head high, even in the dark, and know that my spirit stays with you always."
With these parting words, he cried, "Go now!" The pegasi, with one last noise of discontent, flew off, knowing not what fate held for this young child.
And around the world, unknowing wizards were celebrating, cheering for the supposed defeat of the Dark Lord, Voldemort, crying out in voices of drunken pleasure, "
"To Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived!"
So, I'm guessing the majority of the people who read this are able to guess what Harry truly is. I didn't exactly try to make it difficult.
If you want me to continue this, review!
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