Wings of Destiny
By: Princess of the Moon Kingdom
Disclaimer: Harry Potter doesn´t belong to me…sadly, but true.
VIN: grammar errors may appear in the chapter…other than that, I hope none XD.
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Summary: Lily Evans was not the angel that everybody thinks she was. She, in revenge, stole a child from a powerful pure-blood family and showed him as her son. Years later, an 8 year old Harry will found about his real heritage. The witch, whom Lily took the child, will come to take him back. How can this affect the future and fate of the boy-who-lived? Lily, Dumbledore, almost all the order of the phoenix and Weasley´s family (with the exception of Sirius, Snape, Fred and George) bashing. Dark Harry.
Harry pov:
-You! Good for nothing! - Uncle Vernon shouted as he hit me again with the bat. I was in the floor. Blood was dripping from my mouth and nose. My still good eye was closed; meanwhile the other was purple thanks to Dudley and his friends. Something inside me was screaming me, telling me to get up and run. To get up and beat them…something funny for a person like me. How could I fight them without dying in the progress? They were bigger than me, not to mention stronger. It was a lost cause…as my life if it didn't end tonight. Then, just as Uncle Vernon was going to strike again, someone called at the door. I was thanking whoever the person was for coming mentally. Between Vernon and Petunia, my aunt, took me and got me to my cupboard. They throw me on the floor.
- You better keep your mouth close or the punishment will be the last thing you feel, did I made myself clear, scum? - warned me my aunt. Uncle was changing his bloody t-shirt for a new one. Dudley was putting the carpet to cover my marks on the floor…the same as always when someone came during one of my beatings.
-Yes- I dropped my head as a sign of submission…as a sign of slavery. They locked my door and greet the newcomer. With all that was left of vital power, I moved to the door so I could catch the conversation.
-Who you may be, madam? - Uncle Vernon said. The person must be important…maybe someone with money, for they to act respectful towards a stranger.
-My name is Sarah Sweetfield, I just moved to the house beside your home. I thought it will be good for me to meet the nice people that live here- I almost laugh at that comment, but I could for two reasons: every time I took a breath, it hurt…laughing was out of question; and if I made the smallest sound, I was good as dead.
-Well, thank you, Mrs. Sweetfield…would you like a cup of tea? - Aunt petunia asked.
-please, call me by my name…Mrs.?
-Petunia. This is my husband, Vernon; and our son Dudley-
-Nice to meet you. And it would be delightful that cup of tea- with that, the front door closed. The foot-steps indicated that they were going to the kitchen. Maybe…maybe this is my opportunity. I just need to open the lock on the door. I searched for the clip that I had kept for the occasion like this one. I found it; I was going to use it but the door opened by itself. I was so shocked and confused…I was sure that it was locked, how can it be? But I couldn't waste time, I had the time counted…this may be my only opportunity. I walked slowly to the front door.
-Huh? - Time froze for me. I turn around and I found the woman, whom I suppose, was our new neighbor. She was tall, thin and, for the dress she was wearing, rich. Her artificial blond hair was in a very formal pony tail. Her gray eyes were as cold as empty. She just stood there, watching me…I don't blame her, I knew I looked horrible.
-What's wrong, Sarah? - My aunt asked. Fear started to craw in my skin, veins, and bones…everywhere in my body. I started to back away. But then, something incredible happen: the woman, Sarah, moved her head negatively and winked at me.
-Don't worry; you are safe-she whispered. She began to walk towards me, when…
- Sarah, is everything all right…? - The head of Petunia appear at one side of the frame of the door. Her face transformed from a happy to a furious one. -I'm…I'm so sorry you had to see him. He is our, I mean, he is a friend of Dudley. He got into a fight but Dudley save him. We are taking care of him…are you feeling all right? - lied my aunt. At this point, my uncle and cousin were beside her. I was so dead…
- Oh…how…nice of you. But tell me, why? - Mrs. Sweetfield asked in a honeyed voice.
-"Why" what? - Aunt said, now for some reason, scared but the fury was still in her eyes.
-Why you act like the whore of a sister that you had? - All the color from the face of Petunia was gone; - didn't you hate her for being a freak? So, why are you acting like her? - Sarah, again, asked. Her voice was going more sadistic as she talked.
-How did you know about…? - Petunia started
-Oh! I know! The problem is not from you or her…the problem born from the mother of the two of you, right? It is like they said: if the bitch has something wrong, the puppies are wrong too! - exclaimed happily the stranger…now my aunt was furious.
-How dare you talk about my mother, let alone, my sister! Anyway, how did you know about her? You never meet her! ...-my aunt stopped suddenly. Hate rising with each breath, meanwhile, Sarah's smile grew bigger,-… unless…unless you…-
- Unless I am what you hate the most? Maybe…a witch, perhaps? - Sarah finished. Really, witch? She is woman with magic? That kind of persons doesn't exist, right? But, now that I think about it…what about all the unexplainable things that happen to me before? Can that be explained by magic? ; -Oh yeah, I'm a witch…and not just an ordinary witch, oh no…I am a pure blood. But of course, I can't hope that you understand what I am saying…after all, you are the lowest of muggles. I think the dirt has more honor than you in all your pathetic life…- I really like this person. I may have not understood half a word she said (and I really hope that doesn't put me in the same category as Dursley) but, if she insults them…fine by me. The only person I was a little mad about is the fact that she insulted my mother too but…I couldn't be mad at her by some reason. Isn't normal for a son being mad at people who insult one of his parents? Well, I couldn't…not with her.
-Get…get out of our house, you freak! - My uncle screamed as my aunt was unable.
-don't worry; I will leave…but not alone. You- she pointed me,-are coming with me- said with a warm smile.
-Me? Why me? - But before she was able of answering me, my uncle spoke.
-You are not taking him! He will stay!-
-You are wrong…why would I leave a child, less a magic child, alone? - I look at her confused for what she said, alone?
-Are you blind or dumb? We are here! - My uncle defended himself.
-Make all the fun you want of me, but it will be the last thing you will do- a deadly look took place in her eyes, - you will pay with your life the damage you did to him…-she said another thing but I couldn't hear her but her eyes were sad at the last part. Now I was confused, what was she saying?
-Wha…? -My uncle couldn't finish because my aunt, out of nothing, fell to the floor. I look at her but I saw a hand in the background. I move to my left slightly and I noticed that Dudley had fallen as his mother…what was happening? , -Petunia! Dudley! ...what did you do, you monster? - He was accusing Sarah.
-Monster? Me? I am not the one who is using an eight-year-old boy as a punching bag…bye- and with that, uncle Vernon was on the floor. A silence took domain of the house.
-Are they…? - I began after some minutes.
-Dead? Yes- Sarah answered directly. I was shocked, but no because of how she told me…I was shocked because I couldn't stop the feel of happiness that the answer gave me. Finally, I was free of them. Years of suffering has ended. I heard the door open. I turn around and I saw the scene that made me feel something warm in my heart: Sarah was waiting for me with her arms open and a coat. She was looking at me with warm eyes. –Come here, I will carry you. I don't want you to injure yourself more than you are…plus, - she pointed the coat, -is winter, I don't want you catch a cold either- I walked to her and she took me in her arms.
-Why are you taking so many cares with me? You don't know me- I said with a shy voice. She lifted me and put the coat over me so I stayed warm.
-Because you are important to me…more than you can think of, Athan- she whispered in my ear. Before I got the chance to ask her why she called me "Athan", she said,-sweet dreams, - and with that, I fell into the most wonderful and peaceful dream I have never had. Her warm and heart calmed me. I didn't care where she was taking me, as long she was with me…I didn't care if the world fell apart…
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