How you all doing. I have written stories before but I've never written a
fan fic. So for it's not really a fan fic. It will be in the next chapter
though. I just had to let you know about the history of one of the main
characters. Enjoy.
Harry Potter and the Takkye Warrior
Chapter 1: Thora's History
The labor was long and strenuous but was well worth it when the Barleigh's found they had a beautiful healthy baby girl. The doctor held up the baby and was mesmerized by the baby's tiny left wrist.
"Congratulations," she said in a dull voice. "You have a healthy baby girl."
"Doctor? Is something wrong with our baby?" inquired Christopher Barleigh.
"I don't quite know how to tell you this…"
"If there is something wrong with our baby than I think we should know." He looked at his wife, Zelda who was looking very concerned about the baby.
"She has… the Mark."
The parents gasped at this and, her words trembling, whispered, "What should we do with her? We cannot keep a child with that signature of evil."
"There is a chance that she will not be evil."
"Yes, but there is also the chance that she will." said the Zelda. Tears streamed down her face. Her eyes were red with the pain of her tears. She looked at the doctor and then their eyes traveled toward the squirming bundle inside the wool blanket. The baby girl seemed oblivious to the anguish around her that had been brought on by that dragon shaped mark.
"I cannot believe you would give up on your daughter just because of a ridiculous fairytale of good and evil," came a slightly misty voice from the umbra. All the occupants of the small room turned toward the voice. A tall, slender woman with white, flowing hair moved into the light. She was wearing navy blue robes and a matching, pointed hat. The heels of her black button-up boots clicked lightly on the floor.
"Mother?" Christopher spoke bewildered. "Mother, what are you doing her?"
"I have came to take my grand-daughter. I have heard what you have been saying and wish to take the child," the woman mouthed.
"But Rosma, you can't…" Zelda said in a concerned voice.
"I can and I will." Rosma interrupted. "I will teach the child to suppress the evil. When she is old enough and if she has any powers she will go to Merices."
"What if something happens to you and dad? It's not unlikely with You- Know-Who still in power."
"Then your brother, Richard will take her."
"But he lives in London."
"Yes, if anything should happen to me or your father, she will move to London and attend Hogwarts."
"But mother it's too dangerous to take her…"
"Your brother, your father, and I are willing to take care of the child. As I have said before I cannot believe you are giving up on your daughter just because of a silly fairytale. I am capable of taking care of her and perfectly willing to do so. Now I shall go. We are going to a place where you will never find us." She turned on her heel and she was gone.
"Mom…"
Outside of the vast, stone building, Rosma unwrapped the blanket that confined the small bundle. "You do not look evil to me. In fact, I do not see evil in your future. I do, however see great adventure and torment. What should I name you? I think I shall name you, Thora. You probably don't know what that name means, but believe me it suits you very well. In the legends of the Takkye, that is what you now are, due only to that mark on your arm, there was a ruler of great beauty. She led against a great evil. Becoming the greatest of all the Takkye warriors.
"Her dragon, Drake, could either be as sweet and innocent as a newborn or he could the fiercest. She trained him very well. She could control him with a gorgeous handcrafted flute to control him or to call him if ever she needed him. This flute had an added feature. When the time came, her one true love could hear the flute but would be the only one other than her and Drake."
She paused briefly and looked down at the little girl. Her big blue eyes were now closed as she took a much-needed nap. "I wish I knew more about the history so I could tell you more about what you are. Unfortunately, I only know a few legends and myths. My father told them to me when I was a young girl. He too was a Takkye warrior. We better be getting home to your new home." She walked to the end of the sidewalk, picked up an old newspaper, and was almost instantaneously teleported to a ravishing brick house.
So what do you think should I continue the story. Please review and tell me.
Harry Potter and the Takkye Warrior
Chapter 1: Thora's History
The labor was long and strenuous but was well worth it when the Barleigh's found they had a beautiful healthy baby girl. The doctor held up the baby and was mesmerized by the baby's tiny left wrist.
"Congratulations," she said in a dull voice. "You have a healthy baby girl."
"Doctor? Is something wrong with our baby?" inquired Christopher Barleigh.
"I don't quite know how to tell you this…"
"If there is something wrong with our baby than I think we should know." He looked at his wife, Zelda who was looking very concerned about the baby.
"She has… the Mark."
The parents gasped at this and, her words trembling, whispered, "What should we do with her? We cannot keep a child with that signature of evil."
"There is a chance that she will not be evil."
"Yes, but there is also the chance that she will." said the Zelda. Tears streamed down her face. Her eyes were red with the pain of her tears. She looked at the doctor and then their eyes traveled toward the squirming bundle inside the wool blanket. The baby girl seemed oblivious to the anguish around her that had been brought on by that dragon shaped mark.
"I cannot believe you would give up on your daughter just because of a ridiculous fairytale of good and evil," came a slightly misty voice from the umbra. All the occupants of the small room turned toward the voice. A tall, slender woman with white, flowing hair moved into the light. She was wearing navy blue robes and a matching, pointed hat. The heels of her black button-up boots clicked lightly on the floor.
"Mother?" Christopher spoke bewildered. "Mother, what are you doing her?"
"I have came to take my grand-daughter. I have heard what you have been saying and wish to take the child," the woman mouthed.
"But Rosma, you can't…" Zelda said in a concerned voice.
"I can and I will." Rosma interrupted. "I will teach the child to suppress the evil. When she is old enough and if she has any powers she will go to Merices."
"What if something happens to you and dad? It's not unlikely with You- Know-Who still in power."
"Then your brother, Richard will take her."
"But he lives in London."
"Yes, if anything should happen to me or your father, she will move to London and attend Hogwarts."
"But mother it's too dangerous to take her…"
"Your brother, your father, and I are willing to take care of the child. As I have said before I cannot believe you are giving up on your daughter just because of a silly fairytale. I am capable of taking care of her and perfectly willing to do so. Now I shall go. We are going to a place where you will never find us." She turned on her heel and she was gone.
"Mom…"
Outside of the vast, stone building, Rosma unwrapped the blanket that confined the small bundle. "You do not look evil to me. In fact, I do not see evil in your future. I do, however see great adventure and torment. What should I name you? I think I shall name you, Thora. You probably don't know what that name means, but believe me it suits you very well. In the legends of the Takkye, that is what you now are, due only to that mark on your arm, there was a ruler of great beauty. She led against a great evil. Becoming the greatest of all the Takkye warriors.
"Her dragon, Drake, could either be as sweet and innocent as a newborn or he could the fiercest. She trained him very well. She could control him with a gorgeous handcrafted flute to control him or to call him if ever she needed him. This flute had an added feature. When the time came, her one true love could hear the flute but would be the only one other than her and Drake."
She paused briefly and looked down at the little girl. Her big blue eyes were now closed as she took a much-needed nap. "I wish I knew more about the history so I could tell you more about what you are. Unfortunately, I only know a few legends and myths. My father told them to me when I was a young girl. He too was a Takkye warrior. We better be getting home to your new home." She walked to the end of the sidewalk, picked up an old newspaper, and was almost instantaneously teleported to a ravishing brick house.
So what do you think should I continue the story. Please review and tell me.