Obi-Wan: Be mindful of your thoughts Anakin. They'll betray you.
Anakin: When I got to them we got into aggressive negotiations. Padme: Aggressive negotiations? What's that? Anakin: Ah well it's negotiations with a lightsaber.
A/N: I've been in a star wars-y mood lately, but I think that the quote fit. You'll just have to read and see……………DON'T READ THIS STORY IF YOU HAVEN'T READ TEN YEARS IN LOST MEMORY! THERE ARE SOME PLOT LINES AND TOTALLY AU THINGS IN THIS STORY THAT I'M SIMPLY NOT WILLING TO EXPLAIN AGAIN! IF YOU LIKE THIS STORY FEEL FREE TO READ THE PREQUEL, IT'LL EXPLAIN A LOT!
Chapter Two
Nothing is changeless. That's how Harry would explain himself. Remus was the only one of the two people he had told about his powers, who would not simply except Harry's answer for what it was. Remus questioned Harry deeply about his new found powers. Causing Harry to become increasingly more irritated with Remus.
Harry really did not want to think about what was happening to him. He wanted to ignore it and let it happen.
He told this to Remus hoping that it would stop his ceaseless questions.
"But why Harry? Why didn't you ever try not to hone your powers?" Remus asked.
"Because they feel natural, Damn it! They feel like I'm supposed to just have them. Supposed to use them, to play with them. My mind is telling me that they are okay. Why can't you just let it be?" Harry asked.
"Human's can't do half the things I've seen you do, Harry. That's why." Remus said.
"I'm better than humans. You should know that." Then Harry walked away. He showed a great example of a Pagan prejudice that he hardly knew he had.
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An owl flew through Harry's bedroom window when he reached it. He took the letter it had brought and read it, bored. He wrote short response that revealed nothing and sent the bird away. He closed the window just to hear something pecking on it. He turned back, annoyed, until he saw the hawk on the other side of the window. It was that hawk that had brought the book the month before.
He opened it and the bird of prey flew in and perched on the headboard of Harry's bed. It had dropped a brown clothe bag filled with lumpy objects on his bed.
He opened the bag slowly, not sure if he really wanted to know what the bird had brought this time. There was a long wooden pipe, a bag of smoking tobacco, a carefully wrapped glass bottle of wine, and a stone drinking bowel.
Harry packed the tobacco into the pipe and poured the red wine into the bowel. He lit the pipe with his wand, and drew the smoke into his mouth, let it float around on his tongue and blew it out. He sipped the wine tasting every undertone and subtle flavor.
He did not question where the gifts came from. He knew that he would know if something was wrong with the things that the hawk brought.
He put the drinking bowel down and raised his hand for the hawk to land on it. He felt the weight of the bird, the claws in his flesh and the feathers against his fingers. He never glanced at it. He placed the bird on his shoulder and picked up the bowel again.
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The bottle was empty, the tobacco smoked, and the hawk gone. He had the remnants of a few hours of pleasure lying on his bed. The marks of the birds talons left were long healed, and Harry never gave it a second thought.
He still stood by the window the hawk had flown out of only hours before. He was reflecting another characteristic of his Paganhood, when the door slammed open and in walked a very angry Vernon Dursleys. Harry just looked at him while he yelled about the birds flying in and out of Harry's room.
"I don't care." Harry said to the frustrated fat man.
"I don't care if you don't care! You won't do it anymore!" Vernon yelled at his nephew.
"And what will you do if I don't listen to you?" Harry asked. He held his head high in a dignified, proud and arrogant sort of way.
"I would kick you out! We made rules! You must follow them or suffer the consequences."
"You say that as if Petunia would ever let you kick me out." Harry said a matter-of-factly.
"I am the man of this house. I will make the rules. And I will decide who stays and who goes." Vernon said with the same certainty.
"If you insist I will leave." Harry said.
"JUST STOP!" Vernon yelled before stomping out of the room and slamming the door behind him.
"This needs to change." Harry said to himself. He looked at the book that still lay next to his bed. He concentrated on it and it flew into his hands. He opened it to a random page that in truth was not random at all. The page read:
'He will question the purple lump about what he intends to do if nothing were to change in the Lost One's behavior. The lump yells a leaves the Lost One's cage.
"Change, this must." He says to himself. Then he will summon this book and read from it. The passage he reads will surprise him but not scare him. He will close the book once he finishes the passage. Knowing that he is meant for much more than he will ever truly comprehend.'
Harry closed the book and dropped it on the ground. He got a flashback of a man, or what he thought was a man, dropping that exact same book on the coffee table of some extravagant house. The noise from the book smacking against the polished wood table top interrupting a couple of familiar faces cuddling with a couple of unfamiliar faces.
Then Harry was back in his room looking at the book on the floor.
