Complete Summary: In an explosion, Harry is taken by ancient race to their realm,no one saw what happened...except for Draco.An ancient myth comes to pass and The One with the power to end all life comes to a breaking point. The question is will Fate have her way or will they find The One before Voldemort does or will the darkness find them first?
WARNING: SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! This will be male/male y'know. So click the Back button if you are any way offended by this form of relationship. If not, keep scrolling down.
A/N: This is my first novel-length fic! Thanks for not clicking the back button! Anyways: This is a preface to the story, you will see more of Harry and the others later on. This part is important. I won't say why, in the next few chapters it will become less ambiguous.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own this. JKR owns this as she is the goddess and other such: I only own any characters OUT of the story, or you don't recognize.
Remember because what you least expect find you wherever you go.
Intro (Non entity POV)
"I didn't know, how could I know something that seemed so normal? All my life, hearing these voices. Mommy smiled, she would say something, yet I never heard the voices from her. First day of school, a shock of different thoughts, sounds, whispers in the corner of my mind. Only later…much later, did I find out why; by then, it was too late."
"Lily! Hurry up! I swear, this is going to be the end of me!" yelled Sarrie. A strange man was outside. It was the first day of school, and of course Kara, would not let me go, yet mother seemed to have taken care of this factor (for which later, I was most obliged!). He was tall man with greasy black hair and a caldron black robe billowing around him as he walked. I had a small trunk, which held hardly anything worth bringing to school, yet they were comfort objects.
Sarrie could have gone, I knew it, but she was an orphan as well as I and she never knew her parents. She smiled anyways, excited for me and-her camera- the annoying blinking light glaring at my every movement, at least, now that I was leaving it couldn't follow me around. Then again, the thing ran on magic, "accidental" prolonged magic, from Sarrie. Silly thing was now invisible except for the light, and if one truly noticed, or at least searched for it , a red blinking light would be following me everywhere (not the essential places thankfully).
Outside the man stood tall and intimidating, yet I only flinched a bit and made a fist. It was never prudent to show one's feelings no matter who's watching, or lack thereof. He glared at me speaking nothing, yet I heard. He didn't want to be here, supposedly more important things than picking up discarded children. Neither did he wish to return to the school, as many "idiotic" and "insipid" morons walk about aimlessly, especially one arrogant, fool hardy, "HP", the "Boy-Who-Lived".
I made no notion of recognition to such a name. He must be famous since that man hated him. If you're famous you're either hated, or loved, or in limbo. It really didn't matter. I didn't care at all except, the name was familiar, not as "" but as something…I forgot.
Glaringly, seriously I wish he would give up the pretense, I wasn't affected as long as blows didn't follow, he walked stiffly toward a wide lane. It was Nancy's little scheme, she had a nice "homely" house down in the suburbs of Surrey, and the real "hub" in the heart of London. So, I followed the man as he raised a stick, or a piece of wood. This time I heard no voices, the man was like mother, she could close the voices around her. That's relieving.
"Well, what are you staring for, hold on or you'll be left behind-I certainly won't come back a second time." He stated, staring at me in a calculating manner. As a grabbed hold of the sleeve, I meant to reply on how I could not possibly know such a thing- then- Poof! In a swirl, and a nauseous pull we disappeared.
We- or I fell onto another street floor of soot. On the other side the building buzzed, the atmosphere was loud and rowdy. Laughter and slaps, all reminiscent of a bar or pub, picking myself up, I stared at this gathering of various creatures. I was shocked, perhaps, yet most creatures I saw were in nature or near the woods. People in robes such as the professor talked, laughed, drank, ate indifferent to the new arrivals- as if it were…expected.
In front of us was a brick wall, the man with no introduction, tapped on the bricks in a spasmodic motion, or no order at all. I still remembered the numbers years later, were it not for this memory, so many things would have went wrong. A few steps and a bright, loud, noisy street appeared before us. It was a place where one oft'n wished for an extra four pairs of eyes to capture an image of every curiosity. I wanted to smile, and I did inwardly, yet my eyes flickered no interest nor amazement. I think the man stared once for a moment, but turned around stalking the sidewalk with me in his wake.
Many small shops and others with strange animals in cages, robes, and brooms swirled past as he walked on toward a large building. The sign, I barely read as with nearly everything else, time was of the essence, something about what happens if you steal or try to at least…I never caught the rest. I hesitated, my way of stopping with my jaw open with my eyes bulging, goblins…? How strange, I never saw any of them before. They sat on high stools before desks and various running about while others were going around with clients.
"This, is Gringotts Bank, your mother left your inheritance here." Muttered Professor Snape. I made no reply, I looked across the room and saw a raven haired boy with glasses. He also had bright emerald eyes, I assume, the professor saw; glaring at the boy he walked with the goblin who had appeared next to me. We arrived in front of cart, one I often imagined were in those olden coal mines. The door opened and we sat down in a second or less, the cart lurched forward in a rush. A rush and a dizzy spell later, we arrived at a strange door, it was quite beautiful, and familiar, though I have never been here before.
" The instructions your mother left, notified us that you would know how to open this particular door, therefore, I am of no more assistance at this point." Announced the small goblin. I stared, mother was always a riddle, but this…how could I know? I thought back to all the memories and lessons, yet it didn't ring a bell. I never learned wizarding culture as she said I would pick that up later on. I pondered until the department of the obvious hit my head slamming. It was so obvious, every lock in our had to be sung to, strange yes, but it would always recognize our signature unless they were cranky…
Memory…"Mommy!" I cried. Alone outside with no one to ask. I heard shuffling behind the door and I cried out again. "Silence! You must sing!" whispered the voice. I gaped, 'Sing? What, there are so many songs in my head that it was A bit DIFFICULT to know the answer.' "Just listen and only once…"
end of Memory
I took a deep breath and began the tune, an old poem given a tune…
"running and turning
given this tune
open this path
I stand alone
Hear the soul
And open before…"
I don't know the rest, there is an end to this tune, yet mother never told me the ending. As I finished the last note the door creaked open. A flash of white light flew past me and disappeared. Inside laid ten chests in a strange pattern. On the far wall there was a long scroll in small handwriting. There were runes on every chest. This, I'm happy to know, she taught me and I knew the Irish runes before the realization of their being there occurred to me. Of course, I sourly noted, some were in Japanese and one in Chinese. I sighed softly, it was never too easy.
I snidely noted the confusion on the goblin and disinterest on behalf of the professor. Thankfully, the Irish ruins led to me to the right chest, and sure enough with my touch the one with the money opened. There was a letter on top, I took it and stared at the pile of money. It was like Japanese yen to me, I didn't know which is which and their worth. I gave a questioning glance toward the silent duo behind me. The goblin walked forward and promptly explained the worth of each coin. He also recommended how much I should take out, and other tidbits I barely listened too.
Leaving the vault I stared a moment at the other chests with the Chinese and Japanese runes on them, I memorized their markings. Looking at the cart and the sound of the vault closing I sighed. Another long ride, quick ride, really, "there should be more than one speed," I grumbled silently. The professor's lips twitched, I think that's all of a smile I'll get from him.
We went to other stores, yet the most significant was the Olivander's. I was excited, a wand, at last. I only went through five before I found the right one, it was made of a strange combination of cores. Mr. Ollivander gave me a strange grin with no comment too, and I paid for the wand, and left. Strange man indeed.