Hey Folks! There will probably be some slash later on, but I'm not sure yet. Maybe, maybe not.
IF there will be, I'll mark it.
So have fun reading my story!
Edited: 28.02.2016
1: Al
He woke up hurting. Bad. His wounds stung and he was freezing. But hey, why could he freeze? Hadn't he died? Oh, great, he had really seen a trap from Voldemort after all. But then, why did his wounds hurt? Harry Potter, the saviour and boy-who-lived opened his eyes and tried to look around. He hadn't felt his glasses on his nose, so he had expected that he would see some blurry images, if anything at all, what he saw let him gasp. He saw the night sky above him. Clearly. His Hand shot up to his nose, to see if he just didn't feel the glasses, but there were none. Ignoring the pain he rolled around and looked at his surroundings. He lay at the front of Hogwarts, hidden beneath bushes and covered by leaves, right at the end of the Hogwarts wards. So it hadn't been a vision send by Voldemort? No dream? Shakily he stood up, holding his ribs and panting heavily. Dumdledore had betrayed him. He had killed him. Well, almost. Had he even died? And how the hell did Harry end up here? Did Dumbledore just throw his body out, for some students or someone else to find it, thinking that death eaters did it? Wandlessly he spellt a cleaning and repairing spell at his robes, casting a last look at Hogwarts and turning his back at it, trying to surpress the urge to go back and take revenge. He felt betrayed and cast out. Like a cat overdroven by a car and being left to die at the street. Limping, he made his way torwards Hogsmead, without so much as a peak back.
Hogsmead was as empty as it could be. Some lonely wizards were strolling about, but were carefully avoiding the worn down wizard, that limped through the village. He went to the first Destination that crossed his mind: Rosmerta's Pub, which he knew had some rooms for rent. Silently he opened the door and walked to the counter, sitting down. Rosmerta was currently talking to a customer and the theme of their conversation made Harry peek up.
„…somehow disturbing, that nobody remembers this Harry-Potter-lad. Not even the reporter himself! I mean he was in like every newspaper around here, even in some of Americas countrys, God, they say he attends Hogwarts, but nobody remembers him? I tell ya, it's just a fictional story to calm and distract the masses."
„Well, even if it is, it certainly seems like a fairytale, the intriguing part is, that there's books, interwievs and moving photos from him! Maybe… maybe he did a spell to be forgotten by everyone, to protect his loved ones? Woulnd't that be romantic? Don't you think so, too?"
The customer sighed:"Women."
„Oh, be quiet, Archie.", laughed Rosmerta and looked at the door, „ I could've sworn that someone entered a minute ago."
Harry reluctantly spoke up, casting a quick glamour on his hairs and face to be hidden by shaddows. „Actually I did.", he said.
„Oh dear! Don't scare me like that!", Rosmerta looked at the boy that sat before her, his face covered by shaddows, that the dim light wasn't enough to get through. „What can I do for you, Sir?"
„Just a room for the night, would be nice. If you would. Ma'am.", his voice sounded young and a little shaky. The question was asked with such resignation, as if he already expected her to turn him down. „
Why, of course. This is after all an inn, young man. May I ask what your name would be? And how old you are? You seem a little young to be out alone at such a time of the night.", Rosmerta asked, while carefully observing her newest customer.
„Well, I'm…", Harry trailed off. If he hadn't misheard, the people forgot who he was. So, maybe Fate finally got bored with him and gave him a second chance at life? He snorted at that thought. More like a vacation, than a second chance. Better not think too deep about it. So…who do I want to be?
„I'm 19. My names Neight Seal. From America, Ma'am", Harry lied, using parts from the various brands of alcohol that stood behind the bar to form his new name. He figured that, if no one found any facts about his identity as Neight Seal, than they would blame it on him being from America. Hopefully.
Rosmerta seemed suprised: "Why, from America. But why did you come here? With you-know-who on the loose, it's been really dangerous. And all alone?"
Harry was silent for a minute and decided to stay near the thruth. „My family over there is dead, so I went here to live with…with my godfather, but he also died."
„Oh dear, I'm so sorry." Rosmerta looked at the young man in front of her and, for the first time, took in his battered state. His torn robe, the damp clothes, the dirt and no bag or anything to be seen. „Did you get attacked?", she asked softly.
Neight was silent for a second and then simply said: „Yes. But I got away somehow."
„You hurt?"
„I'm fine.", he answered and shrugged. „Just tired."
„Of course! And I'm questioning with no end, I'm sorry, honey."
„Honey?", Harry sputtered.
„Sure. You have no one, and I will help you as good as I can. And because of that I get to call you honey. End of story. Now get upstairs, room number 5 on the back, and get some sleep. „
„But-„
„I said: Go upstairs, Neight." Harry shut his mouth with an audible ‚click' and went in the pointed direction, muttering about ‚the mystery of women' and how he will never understand them, all the while glancing back, if someone was showing signs of knowing him.
After he set the password for the room, he sat down on his bed and closed his eyes, head on his hands, and hands resting on his knees. Slowly one thought crept forward in his chaotic mind:" What the hell happened?" He waved his hand and cast wandless spells to ensure that no one could eavesdrop or attack him and then stood up to change into the provided pajama. It felt heavenly to get out of the wet clothes, that clinged to his body like they had their own will. Which apparently consisted of never letting themselves be taken off.
He went into the bath, threw his torn clothes into a corner and moved to take a quick shower, as he catched his reflection in the mirror. His already scarred body now sported some new bruises and wounds, giving him a dangerous vibe. His eyes seemed to glow and his pupils had become a little more catlike. They were longer than before and had a yellow gleam in them. His hair also seemed a bit longer, if not much, and, all in all, he looked damn handsome.
„I'm hot!", he said disbelievingly and almost shattered the mirror, when his reflection answered:
„Hell yes, you are." The voice was smooth and unisex, noted Harry while he took a second to recover.
„Who are you?"
„You seriously talking to a mirror, man? Maybe you should go to sleep? You look exhausted. God, do you do sports or something?", his reflection had started doing poses and admiring himself.
„Yeah… Quidditch. And duelling. Fighting…", Harry answered a bit dazed, but still hadn't moved.
„Hello? Anybody home?", mirrorharry started waving his hands before the boy-who-lived-to-die-from-a-heartattack and Harry asked again:
„Who the hell are you? Tell me now, or I blast this mirror to shreds."
„Easy there. I'm just happy that someones finally talking to me. I'm Al. Well, it's really Alexia Comonest Saphirae. Awful name, isn't it?"
„Different question. What are you?", Harry asked threatingly, flexing his fists.
"Calm down. Even if you destroy the mirror, it won't help in shutting me up. I'm an artifact. Look behind the mirror. Come on!" Slowly Harry walked closer, cursing himself for his curiosity and unability to just walk away. Carefully, he took the mirror off the wall, only to see…nothing.
„Just walk through.", came Als voice from before him. After putting down the mirror, Harry touched the wall, only to find his fingers going through and feeling a small box hanging free in the air, with nothing to support it. A fast flick of his wandhand and he saw that no spells were there to protect it. Still, he cast shields around it and himself as a precaution, to trap anything that could emerge from it and then took it out of the wall, into the bathroom.
"Take me out! It's fucking dark in here!", came Als voice again, this time from the box. His wand at the ready, Harry opened the small, simple brown box and saw a black ring lying on the naked ground of the box. „Now put me on."
„No way.", was Harrys instant reply.
„Why! Don't be a chicken! Put me on! Pleeeeease!", Al sounded like a lost Puppy and Harry could've sworn the ring moved.
„No way! You could kill me if I put you on for all I know. I don't know anything about you!"
„I won't! Promise! If you put me on, I'm bound to serve you. To protect you. I was made for that! And then some idiot stole me and left me here! Come on! I'm over a million Galleons worth, and he didn't even give me a tiny little piece of blanket. It's cold in that wall! I could've catch a cold."
„You're an artifact. You don't catch colds.", the annoyed 17-year old said and pinched his nose with one hand.
„So what! It's still cold. If you won't put me on, at least take me out of this stupid box! I beg you. I'm robbing on my nonexistent knees. I'll sing you a song! How about that?" and to Harrys terror he really started to sing. Horribly. He was glad to have put up silencing charms, or he would have to be hold responsible for a massmurder in rosmertas pub. Rosmerta would probably come back from the dead, just to kill him then. Harry shuddered.
„Alright! I take you out of that box, so stop singing!" Blessed silence was the answer. Sighing Harry took his wand and fished the ring out of the box. Just as he was about to put it on the nightshelf, he felt his wand pulsing and froze.
„What the-„, a light blinded him, but he could see the ring changing into a black snake and winding itself around his he felt a little pain wandering through his body, vanishing after seconds. Without hesitation Harry grabbed the ring on his finger and tried to take it off, but to no avail. „Merlin, Al! Get off of my finger! Now!" To his surprise Al complied and harry saw himself sitting on his bed. Blinking he looked at his finger, moved his hand near his face and heard something click. What the-
„I didn't mean with that for you to simply change into an armband. And stop looking like me!"
Al laughed and said with a smile:" Well, how should I look then, my one and only?" He winked. Harry spluttered.
„I like your body, so I keep it. Without the scars. Maybe blue eyes? And blond hair…", he mumbled and his Harry changed into a blond haired, blue eyed, toned beachboy.
„You know, there's a saying in Germany: Blond, Blauäugig, blöd. It means: blonde, blue eyed and stupid. The look fits you, though." He mockingly raised an eyebrow, while Al pouted.
„So. What are you? What can you do? And what's it got to do with me?" The blue eyed boy sighed and gestured to the free space on the bed beside him. Harry, still holding his wand, went to a chair instead, and settled down in a reasonable distance.
„Well, as I already told you, I'm a Alexia Comonest Saphirae. It' a material that consists of different, normally unmixable ingredients and is pretty rare. I was made a long time ago, but only started having a conciousness about 200 years ago. And, pray tell, don't ask me how that happened. I don't know how. So, what I know is that I have shielding properties. A shield against poison for example, but the most poisons I shield against, aren't in use anymore. I'm also a ring for heritage. Oh, don't ask me for which one, I also don't know that. Then… I get hot, and I don't mean my flawless look, but my core, which is the ring…armband…stone,whatever, when something is dangerous. Which kind of danger was it again?", he stopped for a second and then started again," and because you gave me your blood and touched me with your magic, I'm bonded to you. You can take me off or something like that, but I will always be near you. And because we're bonded with blood, someone could use the bit of your blood that's flowing thorugh me for nasty things, if they get a hold of me."
„So,", Harry interrupted the…something, before he could start again, „basically you're useless and I can't get rid of you." He snorted. „Just my luck. And how the hell did you get my blood anyway? And…wait, will you be around me, like, whereever I am?" With Horror he thought back to their meeting in the bathroom. He really did not need somebody watching him while being in there.
„No, you can order me to stay away and things like that. Also, I'm not human, I'm not as shy about such matters as you are. And the blood? It had to come from your wand, I think. You didn't touch me or anything. „ Al waved a hand to Harrys holly wand and the-boy-who-lived stared at the dry blood on it.
„Almost forgot. Must have been laying under me back then." Maybe his wounds had bled on it. „Alright.", he abruptly said, standing up, not allowing his thoughts to stray back to ‚the incident', as he dubbed it. „Stay away from me and the bed. Don't come into a five foot radius of it. Am I clear?" Bevor Al could so much as nod, he was crashing into the nearest wall, having not followed the order fast enough.
„Ouch. That wasn't neccessary."
„You should have moved faster then.", Harry shrugged and started moving. Only now realizing that he was stark naked.„Shit!", under a second he'd flung himself into the bathroom and shut the door. He heard Al laughing and told him to shut up. Blessed silence was the answer and he, once again, walked torwards the shower. Turning on the water, stepping under it and relaxing. Something so normal was pure luxus at the moment, and he relinquished in it. Half an hour later he had changed into transformed clothes and went to bed, ignoring Al sitting on the chair and looking at him. Sleep found him fast, and with him came the nightmares.
He walked along a dark corridor, silently, so they wouldn't find him. He didn't dare to breathe, in fear to show his hideout. Suddenly a snake lay in front of him. Nagini. She attacked without hesitation, but before she could reach him, he found himself on a graveyard. The graveyard. Bound to a gravestone, he watched as Voldemort walked closer, wand in his hand, and when he stepped aside, Harrys blood froze. Dudley and Vernon made a step forward and Voldemort hissed: „Now, dear Harry. It's time to play." And Harry screamed.
