Authors Note:
here is chapter one. I'm going to make this clear NOW: This is my story, I'll write it how I wish. That means if you post a review complaining about plot it will be ignored. Reviews are welcome, just make sure that if you are going to criticize it is constructive. That being said enjoy.
Harry came slowly. His body ached. Where was he? He looks around. He is in a room not his own. In one corner there is the single bed upon which he is currently laying. The flooring is some sort of dark hardwood. The walls are a metallic black.
His observations are interrupted when the door opens. What appears to be a woman is standing in the doorway. It becomes apparent that she is not all that she seems when she smiles. Her teeth are razor sharp. She speaks.
"Harold James Potter-Meaveson, you are to come with me"
"What did you call me?" Harry asked.
The woman ignored him.
"Come the Queen is waiting"
Harry, by this point, was very confused.
"What queen, where are we going?"
The woman stopped. Harry nearly ran into her.
"Your questions will be answered shortly."
Seeing no other option Harry followed the woman. Soon they came upon an imposing pair of double doors. The woman knocked on the doors. At first nothing happened and Harry took a moment to observe the doors. They were obsidian. There was a vine pattern cut into the stone that was inlaid with Lapis Lazuli.
The doors opened, seemingly of their own accord. Harry followed the woman into what appeared to be a throne room. At first Harry thought they were alone, but then Harry noticed figures along the wall. A few were vaguely humanoid. Most, however, were the stuff of nightmare. Harry, quelling his fear, continued forward.
Eventually they reached a dais. The woman stopped just short of the first step and bowed.
"Your majesty I have brought the boy."
Harry turned his attention to the women sitting upon the throne. She had hair so black it seemed to swallow light. Her skin was as pale as ivory. She locked eyes with Harry. He fleetingly noticed that her eyes were the color of ice.
"Thank you Morrigan, you are dismissed"
Once the woman, Morrigan apparently, was gone she addressed Harry.
"Welcome Home my son."
TO BE CONTINUED…