Title: When No One Cared
Author: Roof Hacker
Summary: At a very young age, a abused Harry Potter learned that no one cared about him. What do you do when no one cares? Harry decides to take his life into his own hands. Starts off a little bit before his 11ths birthday. Independent!Harry Powerful!Harry Creature!Harry No pairings as of yet
A/N: Better note at the bottom, please enjoy :)
Light shined on Harry's eyes but he did not open them. This wasn't where he normally woke. The events of the previous day rushed back to him and his head started to ache. He moaned as he sat up, feeling unnaturally heavy. When he opened his eyes the world around him was blurry, his glasses, they must still be in the tree he reasoned. He sighed as he brought himself to his feet. He would have fallen over had not the trunk of the tree offered its support. With a new heaviness he nearly fell over, his back was threatening to over balance him.
"What th-"
He turned to see what it was that was weighing him down. Feathers. Lots of them. They were a stunning black, with a vibrant green glow, not unlike his eyes, emanating from the base where they met his back. Harry was stunned, as far as he knew, he did not have feathers. He was a ten year old human boy! Harry was aware that ten year old human boys don't normally sprout feathers, yet here he was, alone in a forest and apparently with wings.
Harry shivered and crossed his arms over his bare torso, his shirt was torn apart in the sudden growth of his new ligaments. He tried to move the wings to encircle himself for heat, but to no avail. He shoved his hands in his trouser pockets, taking a step toward the tree he fell out of to get his stuff the he left. Unexpectedly he felt a stone in his pocket, 'ah yes,' he remembered, 'from the garden'. He took it out to inspect it and the weird markings. Surprisingly not only could he see the stone clearly as if he had his glasses on, but he could read the markings as well. "Tenebris familia primogenita" he whispered. What does that even mean? The ten year old could read pretty well, but he had never come across words like that. Before he could think of any more questions a dark flash shocked him into stepping back and tripping over the soft feathers attached to his back. In front of him stood a figure. Tall and humanoid, but kind of foggy, this figure lacked any distinguishable features. However, what Harry could see was the wings just like his, however where he had green, the figure had a deep purple. The figure spoke, not out loud, but in Harry's head.
"You called?" in a soft low timbre questioned.
"Wh-what are you?" Harry stuttered.
The figure smiled. Well it seemed like a smile, felt like one, but Harry couldn't really see it.
"What is your name young one?" The figure kneeled down to get closer to the small boy on the ground. As it did so, Harry tried to pull himself in even closer. But as the figure neared he got a better look at it; it was still foggy, and while it wasn't that he could see it, he could understand it. It had bright purple eyes, sharp teeth, and purple and black tattoos all over the grey body in constant motion. He was scared, but he wasn't alone and for some reason he felt somewhat comforted.
"Harry." He all but whispered.
"Where are your praestes?" The low voice danced its way to Harry, bringing a sense of calm and kinda making his ears tickle a little bit.
"My what?"
"Praestes, your keepers."
"My parents? They're dead." As he said this he could feel the concern radiate from the creature.
"Then… Who's been training you?"
"Training me for what?" Harry sat up, more curious than scared, what was this creature and what did it mean?
"Your magic, your talents!" The creature was getting more agitated now, and Harry shrunk back once again. The creature gave the equivalent of a sigh when it sensed the boy's fear, it was confusing, did this boy even know what he was?
"Do you… know what you are?"
"Harry Potter?"
The creature stepped back, calling out for information from the others in the family. Ah yes, the dimidium sanguine. This was not supposed to happen, this child should have grown up happy, as all the children in the family have. Children should be cherished, what went wrong?
The boy looked scared, his wings were trembling, his too thin body tucked in on itself. He needed help, this boy needed more than just a paracletus subsicivus. He needed to find a member that had a connection to the young one.
"Give me a feather."
Harry looked up, confused and back to being a little bit scared.
"Why?"
"It won't hurt." And before Harry could react, a feather was snatched from his newly formed wings.
"What's your name?" Harry asked. The creature chuckled again and replied,
"We don't really have them, or at least none that you could pronounce. But I guess you could call me, Erika."
"Okay… What are you doing?"
Erika ignored him and continued on with, well, Harry didn't know what Erika was doing. It looked weird, Erika took his feather and poured some black smoke on it, or was it a liquid? Harry couldn't really tell. Erika said some more words that Harry didn't really understand, and the feather dissipated into tiny gold flecks that started flowing through the forest lighting a trail in the dawn light.
"Follow that."
Harry looked into Erika's vibrant eyes, getting more confused by the moment.
"Where? Why?" Harry looked around, the forest was huge and he was really small. All of this didn't make sense, wings, creatures, a magic trail. He turned back to Erika and saw… Well, he didn't see anything except for more forest. Erika left, and he was alone once more. He stood up, mildly off balance because of the new weight on his back, and looked at the winding trail he had been told to follow. Harry sighed and grabbed his bag, he didn't want to be alone any longer and decided to take a chance on the golden path.
A/N: Hey sorry it took so freaking long for me to update. I'm not going to give you guys any excuses and I'm just going to apologize and ask for forgiveness.
If any of you listen to Night Vale you may have caught the reference and have some clue as to what may be going on, but don't tell anyone :P
As for the latin words, I am not a latin student and only have google translate to help me out, so please forgive any errors. It will all be explained in later chapters.
Thank you so much for reading, you guys are the best. :)
Please review, and if you have any ideas for the story, feel free to leave them.
