AN
I am SOOOOO sorry people. I have been completely swamped with schoolwork with finals coming in and I have had hardly any time to work on this story. So please forgive me and without any further ado, here is chapter numero duo. Although it will not be as long as chapter 1, it will be very good. You will discover things about the Potter's that only my mind could have ever come up with.
James was led out of the only home that he had ever known and saw something that only a few wizards would ever see.
In front of him was a creature that looked as if a phoenix had been turned into a Lion but so much more. The Lion was passion incarnate. It had a living pelt that moved even though the lion stayed perfectly still. Its eyes were precious rubies that shone like stars, filled with a love for life. Its face was something out of legend, something that even a Dark Lord like Grindelwald couldn't defile. Suddenly Charlus turned around and saw his son's awestricken eyes.
"Yes she's a beauty isn't she. And one day she'll be yours son." James riveted his gaze on his father.
"R...R...Really?! OH THANK YOU DAD! THANKYOU THANKYOU THANKYOU!" James cried out as he ran forward and leapt into his dad making him stumble.
"Ok ok son. I know that you're excited but she does have some say in it. Just like our wands." James backed off from his father giving him a quizzical look.
"He's right Boyo. Ah've got as much say inna who Ah'a be servin' as ya do on what ya think about, maybeh even moreso." (1) James swung his gaze back on to the lion with his mouth open and awaiting flies. She stepped off of the mantelpiece that she had been sitting on and stepped onto the carpet, leaving small singe marks on the carpet in the shape of her paws. Small cinders continually danced off of her pelt making it seem as if she was sprinting as she was walking towards the newest Potter. "Now, let me see what is inside of this young lad's heart."
James unconsciously backs off a step from the lion but she was still able to stretch out her neck and touch her nose to James' forehead. Suddenly James stood up perfectly straight as if he had been hit with a body bind curse. The two stayed like that for several minutes while James' forehead started to redden from the heat. Suddenly the lion stepped away and pulled the sides of her mouth up in a smile.
"This un' will be a keepa'. I canna no wait ta see who the lucky lass will be that gets ta be his bride." She stepped back as Dorea and Charlus stepped behind their still petrified son and whispered a dual spell of finite incantatum. Two beams of golden light snuck from their wands into James' young head making him gasp and roll his eyes. He seemed to fold in on himself as he collapsed into his parents' waiting arms.
"Come on son. Let's go and meet the rest of the family." Charlus and his wife Dorea gently carry their son into the fire and spoke 2 simple words that would change James' whole world.
"Potter's Village"
*In James' mind*
White
The absence of color
Innocence
Holiness
Life
Boredom
These are the thoughts that James Charlus Potter had as his mind was turned in toward himself. He was floating freely inside of a giant empty white space with patches of darkness scattered throughout it.
/Well it seems that ya were born inta' darkness young boyo. Different from most o the Potters but not unheard of./ A small light comes into being in front of him. It starts to grow larger and James sees a goddess. That is the only word that can even come close to describing the allure and beauty of the humanoid he saw. It made him want to close his eyes forever to the rest world, for it would be a letdown. /Now none o those thoughts wee lad. Ya need ta see: ta find yer love, to cast yer spells, to fight yer enemies, and to tell what time it is so yer not late fer supper./
/You got me there Scarlete./ James gasped in his mind. How did he know what the goddesses name was? How could he even deem to think himself worthy of-
/Ah told ya NOT ta think like that./ Scarlete said in a mock angry voice. /Ah'm no more a goddess than yer a loaf o mutton./ James smiled as he floated in front of Scarlete. /Also, just so ya know, ya passed mah test. Givin' meh a name is what shows ya ta beh a true Pottah king./ Before James could even begin to exclaim at her last statement or any of her other ones, Scarlete leaned in to James and pulled him in for a light but powerful kiss.
(1) Yes the Lion is Scottish. She is supposed to sound just like the princess from Brave, but just a wee bit older.
AN
This is the end of chapter 2. Anyone who can think up names of chapters would be eternally gratified and immortalized in all of my stories. Just a teaser. :3 Until next time (Definitely less than a month this time. I promise.)
Thank you otaku-no-miko.