Full Summary: AU Harry Potter was not just any ordinary sixteen year old orphan. For one thing, he lived in the Garden of Eden. Everything seemed perfect, until the truth came. What will he do when he discovers who he really is? What will he do when he is told he must bring down an entire Dark empire and their Dark Lord? As his world crumbles down, Harry must learn that not all is what it seems and that sometimes one must endure darkness to finally see the light.
Author's Notes: (crossing my fingers)
Warnings: This might contain slash, (malexmale), violence, and a lot of bad language. You've been warned.
Disclaimer: Not mine, please don't sue. : )
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"Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them and try to follow them."
- Louisa May Alcott
Once Upon a Chosen One
Chapter One
The Garden of Eden
As a new day began, the sun slowly made its way through the sky until its bright rays landed right on the sleeping figure that lay stretched out under a great big oak tree. The figure stirred, groaning and instinctively covering his eyes with one gloved hand. After a moment, the figure seemed to have given up, for he sighed and sat up, blinking a few times as if to adjust his eyes to the surrounding sunshine.
As the light hit him directly, his features could be seen clearly. Dark strands of hair that fell slightly over vibrant emerald eyes, smooth tanned skin, and a toned body that was barely visible under strange black clothes.
He suppressed a yawn as he stretched, his arms shooting up into the cool air. Rubbing his eyes grumpily, he finally stood up, making sure to dust himself clean before starting off down a rocky path. Chirping birds and signs of life spurred through the fields, their morning songs following the young man as he went.
It was truly an amazing day in the Garden of Eden.
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Harry closed his eyes briefly as a soft breeze swept through him. Sighing in content, he breathed in the sweet smell of blossoming gardenias before continuing down the path, towards what he loved to call home. In no time, it seemed, Harry was standing in front of a familiar-looking wooden shack that stood on top of a small hill. He pushed the door open and stepped inside, making sure to wipe his feet off on the mat beforehand.
The first thing his mind registered was the thick scent of oranges that always seemed to be in the house, but that only made his face break out into a smile.
Yes, this was home.
Ignoring all that he was taught, Harry pulled off his sword, his rapier, and both satchels full of heavy tools off his strap around his waist and placed them carefully on the small round table near the door. Breathing a sigh of relief from all the weight that had been lifted off of him, he made his way down the hall, turning to the first door on the right. There, just as he'd expected, was none other than Magus.
"Magus, I have returned," he said, walking towards the man named Magus.
Magus didn't move an inch, not even to acknowledge his arrival. But Harry just smiled and shook his head, knowing very well that while Magus meditated, he might as well have been talking to himself. He glanced quickly around the room, taking in the brown wallpaper, the two square windows, and the only piece of furniture in the room: a square table in the front of the room that held only a platter of burning incense. And there was a very good reason for that. Magus said incense helped relax him right before kicking butt (usually Harry's). This was the training room, the room where he was taught everything he knew.
Jerking him out of his thoughts, an icy voice broke through the room. "And why exactly are you prancing in here without your proper dueling tools?"
Harry turned to see a rather composed Magus glaring at him. He suppressed a shiver at the sharp look the eyes gave him and tried to form a proper excuse in his mind.
"Well... err, you see... I know you said, 'Never lose sight of your sword, even when you sleep,' but well I – I thought... I thought it was not necessary since... since there is no threat in the Garden?" Harry found that his voice was getting lower and lower as he went and his last word was barely above a whisper. He did not look up to see Magus's reaction.
"So... you believe there is no threat; therefore you figure it acceptable to let your guard down?"
Harry nodded, flinching at the tone. Before he knew it, he was knocked off his feet and was sent plummeting across the tile floor. Gasping for breath, he laid on his back, clutching his tender ribs. A figure suddenly stood hovering over him, smirk in place.
"Well my dear apprentice, it seems that you have forgotten something: I am a threat."
Harry jumped to his feet and dodged the sword Magus had now drawn. Completely off guard, Harry tripped as he tried to dodge the second attempt at an attack and fell sprawled on the floor, the sword's sharp tip digging into his neck. After a moment, Magus sheathed the sword and held out a hand, chuckling softly. Harry scowled but accepted Magus's hand.
"You did not have to throw me so hard," he muttered, dusting himself off while throwing Magus a dark look.
"Oh, I did," was the only response he got from Magus.
Still mumbling incoherent things, he followed a laughing Magus out of the room.
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Harry watched as the day came slowly to an end in the Garden of Eden. It was truly a remarkable thing: Birds singing the last song of the day as the blood-red sun dipped into darkness and out of sight. As Harry counted the stars, he couldn't help but wonder what lay in the outside world. Sure, he loved the Garden of Eden and he could not imagine himself possibly being separated from it, but as far as he could remember he'd always pondered what was beyond the Garden's barrier.
He sometimes feared it as well because, although faint, he still had some memories from before Magus took him away. He remembered a bony, horse-faced woman and a big, mustached man. Not to forget an annoying little boy that always poked, prodded, and even bit him from time to time. But above all, he remembered their cruel words and harsh glares, and that was enough to make him want to never place a foot in the outside world.
Still, he thought as he closed his window and ducked under his bed covers, one could wonder what the outside world held. And as he slipped into a deep slumber, he had no way of knowing that his life would soon crumble into pieces.
He had no way of knowing just how much the outside world would play a role in his life.
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A/N: I would really like to know what you think so please review. : )