I decided to do one more chapter just to get this story started before I go back to my more regular time span between up dates aka randomly and when I feel like it.
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*Bows on ground, yes still naked* I APOLOGISE IN ADVANCE FOR MISTAKES!
The screeches that had shot fear down his spine suddenly stopped and just as quickly as they had disappeared did he feel anger rise up in him. He wasn't supposed to fear anything. He had destroyed a dark lord, faced battles beyond an artists imagination. He looked death in the eye countless times and in the end concurred it. How dare that, that- thing, just raise its voice and cause fear of all things to course through him.
He breathed in deeply trying to control his oddly out of control emotions and focused on the sound of his erratic heart. With every harsh beat he inhaled and exhaled until both his heart, mind and breath were calm again.
His eyes darted to Hermione's parting gift to him, the golden dragon that doubled as a bottomless bag and a fashion statement all at once and felt his breath leave him again. Blood pulsed rapidly and he could hear it surge through his body if that possible. On the ground was a small pale hand, a child's arm that connected with it and on it's thin wrist was the sleeping dragon whose tail was almost triple the circumference of the child's wrist.
"Get off it you stupid thing! Get off! Get off!" Harry yelled at the dragon as it barely opened its eyes and blinked lazily at him before looking down at the smaller wrist it now occupied. It let out a surprised squawk before quickly adjusting its tail length to fit snuggly around the small wrist and narrowed its eyes at Harry as if to say 'This is your fault' but that wasn't what surprised Harry. No, it was something else entirely, he could feel it. He felt the dragon's cold metal move against the skin of the arm as if it was his own.
Panicked he threw his body back fully expecting his long legs to catch him and maintain a safe distance between the limb and himself but his feet kicked empty air and he landed on his back side with a harsh oomph. He almost screamed when the hand followed him. He scrambled back as fast as he could no longer hearing the angered squawks of the tiny golden dragon as it flapped its wings in order to keep balance on the wrist.
Harry whimpered when his back hit the tree and the limb was still close to him. His eyes quickly closed as if to block out the danger. It was a childish notion, if he couldn't see it, then it couldn't see him. Vaguely he wondered why he was acting like this. It was just a limb, a child's limb. It couldn't hurt him but still he felt the coils of fear wrap around him tightly and warm salty tears trailed down his cheeks.
As darkness enveloped him he heard the indignant squawks of the little dragon. And as stupid as it was he thought up immature situation of what could be happening. Was the hand attacking the dragon? Was it directly in his face waiting for him to open up his eyes while the dragon attacked it? There was only one way to find out, open his eyes. But he couldn't, he was too scared to.
What's there to fear. His more rational personality pointed out. It's just a hand. He knew that. He really did but why did he feel like this. So alone, so scared, so very, very lost.
When he had slightly gathered himself with all the bravery he could muster his eyes flickered open to rest on the limb. It didn't move. Maybe, it hadn't noticed him. Again he wondered why off all things he believed that illogical statement more than the other proven facts in his head that countered it. Like, limbs don't have consciences or minds of their own. He deemed it unimportant, not realising his own shortened attention span.
His eyes trailed along the pale ligament and with a gasp he realised it was connected to him. It was his. No it's not. What he now subconsciously named the other voice contradicted. Its connected to me. So it must be mine. He thought back. His puffed eyes widened even more when he looked further down to see his legs. They were short and chubby, the skin pale and soft looking as was the rest of him, he now noticed. He was also completely naked.
Oh yeah this is me. He though giddily. No its not, we're taller than this. We're harder than this, not so soft looking. Harry furrowed his brow at the other voice. It was silly, of course this was him-them. Both legs and arms moved when he told them to, he could feel the hard bark of the tree he was leaning against dig into his delicate skin and the dampness of the leaves under his bear bottom and feet. Why wouldn't this be him?
Flashes of a leaner, taller and more muscle defined body ran through his mind and he remembered. See, this isn't us. The other voice whispered quietly. The voice had a point this was him, he knew that, but wasn't him as well. It was confusing yet clear as newly polished glass to him, it just felt right. He was young again. We're nothing more than a toddler again. How old are we.
Harry giggled at the voice, he couldn't help it, it was just so silly. Harry was five and the voice knew that, he knew the voice knew. What was wrong with how they were? They still had their magic, he could feel it snuggled in his-their magical core. Why was the voice upset? We're older than this. It supplied.
Yes, Harry knew this but to him it made no difference to him. He was eighteen, he remembered but he was five too, he knew that. Was the voice sad because they weren't tall anymore? No, that's no it. Then there was nothing wrong. He didn't understand, there was nothing he could see that would make the voice upset.
They even had the little dragon still. He focused his large green eyes on the dragon. It was glaring at him. Did he make it upset? Was it angry at him? He felt his plump bottom lip slowly jut out and tremble. His puffed eyes wetted once more and tears freely poured again. The small gold dragon let out a growl that sounded like an annoyed cat more than anything but it was enough to cause Harry to let out a sob.
Don't cry. There's no reason to. The voice was wrong, there was a reason to be upset. The dragon was angry with him. The dragon was important because it was important to the voice because it came from someone special. He knows, he remembers the nice lady. Her richly coloured lions main, warm but firm eyes. Hermione. The voice informs. Yes, that's her name. She was special to them along with another. Hair like burning embers. Tall with a temper like his hair. Ron, his name is Ron. Harry had a reason to cry indeed.
"I'm sowwy. So, so, so, so sorry. Pweeease forgive me." Harry choked out between breathless wheezes, sobs and occasional sniffles.
Every in take of breath shuddered his already cold body. "Pwease, I didn't mean it!" He slurred trying to see properly through his tears. He absently noticed the difference between the sound of his own voice and that of the other voice. His was softer with a higher pitch and even though he could pronounce it perfectly in his head, his young tongue could not properly wrap around the letters 'L' and ocassionly 'R.'
The dragons expression softened and even looked a bit guilty. It unlatched it's tail from around his wrist and Harry panicked. Was it leaving him? No! It couldn't!
"No!-" he tried to plead with the dragon again but was interrupted by its shrill howl. He bit his lip in an attempt to keep quiet while wrapping his arms tightly around himself to try and control the shudders wracking his body.
The dragon surprised Harry by scrambling up his arm looking every bit a lizard with its wings tucked safely in. It stuck to his skin surpisingly well and despite the cool temperature of its expensive metal Harry found it comforting. He held his breath when the little dragon stopped just before his ear not daring to move. There was a small suction sound before something cold touched the inside of his ear. Harry's body went rigid and his eyes, still glossed with tears, widened when he realised the dragons tongue was in his ear.
"Gah!" Harry quickly used both hands to pry the metal dragon off before raising the small thing up above his head. It let out a satisfied chirp. Harry stared at it with wide eyes. Why did it do that?
In the back of his head he could hear the other voice, the other Harry laughing leisurely which in turn caused the small boys own lips to awkwardly quirk up as if it was his first time smiling. Harry could feel a slight bubble in his throat the tingling sensation made its way up until it burst from his pink lips in the form of a giggle that soon escalated into tinkling laughter.
The dragon seemed to smirk self-importantly after making its master laugh. Once Harry's laughter died down he smiled at the dragon again.
"Dior. Your name is Dior. It means made of gold. What do you think?" The newly named dragon puffed out its chest and let of a long chirp before scrambling down Harry's outstretched arm and up to his neck where his tail extended to wrap around his pale, slim column. The dragons artificial heartbeat clashing with Harry's pulse.
Harry shivered when he realised how cold he was. He petted Dior on the head and whispered to her. "Dior, can I have my wand and some clothing pwease?"
Dior's body shuddered and coughed out the elder wand along with a dark grey long sleeved V-neck shirt, slim fitting black jeans and converse that stopped three inches above the ankle from her opened jaws. He quickly scrambled to the clothing and his wand. Picking his wand up he felt his magic sing out happily, the familiar warmth spread through him calming both him and his other. It was like a warm summers wind, a first kiss with your lover (other Harry would know he thought childishly) The first drop of water in a desert-absolutely refreshing and addicting.
Dior's shrill yelp made him refocus again. Dior looked at him then the pile of too large clothing pointedly. He smiled at her before picking up the pair of bottoms. They were obviously too big for him. Magic. Other Harry pointed out calmly. He was so smart. Harry giggled excitedly as he used his wand to preform a simple fitting charm on the clothing before slipping them on.
Warm and snug Harry still felt exposed to the world as if he was still naked. Shoes? Maybe? Other Harry sounded mildly exasperated so younger Harry quickly preformed the same charm on his shoes to make them fit. He hurriedly slipped them on before pausing at the laces. He didn't know how to tie up his shoe laces. Other Harry did but he didn't. Harry sighed before quickly swishing his wand thinking of his intent. Seconds later he had neatly laced up shoes. Thank Merlin for magic.
But still he felt...off. "Dior a cwoak pwease."
Dior was quick to spit it out. It seemed she only needed to morph when objects were being placed within her. He once again fitted the cloak perfectly before and put it on. He smiled when he realised that the shadows the raised hood cast covered his eyes and half his nose. Dior was stilled wrapped around his neck and had solidified once more having deemed her job over.
Why? Other Harry asked him. Harry knew what he was asking. Why hide? He didn't know why but he felt safe now that he was hidden. Not everyone was like other Harry's friends. There were mean people out there. People like Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon and Dudley, not everybody could be trusted. Wrapped in the soft and fine quality fabric of the black cloak he felt safe. Almost as if he believed that if nobody could see him they couldn't hurt him.
"Now where to go?"
Other Harry provided a small list of things he could do. He chose the first option. He laid his wand out flat on his small palm and whispered softly, "Point me: Nearest pure hearted person."
The wand spun quickly showing they were near by before stopping completely in a direction on Harry's left. His other was smart. A pure hearted person wouldn't hurt him, his other or Dior. But just in case he slipped his wand up his sleave for easy access. The carved wood was the exact length of his forearm a fact he couldn't help but giggle over.
With a hop, skip and jump on light feet harry made his way in the direction his wand had told him to go in.
Where ever he was Harry couldn't help but appreciate the sheer beauty of the surrounding nature. Everywhere he looked were tall trees of a kind he had never seen before. Sure, it was kind of creepy but he wasn't scared after all he had Other Harry, Dior and his magic. In his mind a mighty dragon, a powerful and wise wizard and his life force that doubled as his majestic sword.
He had been walking a while now and on occasion due to his boredom he would take a leap and twist in the air, his magic cocooning around him and slowing his descent so he could land safely. It was fun just like those men who went to the moon that he saw Aunt Petunia watching on the television.
Other Harry had pondered it briefly before telling him that because he was young his magic is instinctually protecting its host. A form of accidental magic he likened it to. His other Harry was so smart and one day he would be just like him.
His thoughts broke when he came to a crudely made road. It was formed in the same way the roads the muggles in the dark ages had made roads. He knew this because he had 'borrowed' one of the many books Dudley owned but did not read.
While inspecting the road he placed a single foot on the odd pavement of sort. Was it a type of dirt? He watched as yellow, red and orange dried leaves were dragged by the wind across the ground, darting up and dancing in its currents.
His head snapped up when he heard the yells of men from a cliff top up ahead, down came tumbling four...men? He went to grab his wand just as Other Harry stepped in. Don't! They wont hurt us. Harry was sceptical but who was he to disagree with older Harry? He let his hand fall away from his wand and cautiously watched the four bumble about. His feet were spread apart and his upper body was slightly twisted just in case he had to run.
He watched partly wanting to giggle from their bumbling and tripping and partly curious yet weary. The four of them didn't look fit to hurt a fly. They were extremely small with the faces of older men and large feet. Harry puffed out his chest when he realised that they were only two and a half heads taller than him and he was only five. Eighteen. Other Harry piped in amused at where his thoughts were going. Harry faintly rolled his eyes but still so happy. It meant that one day he would be mighty and tall. He was already on his way there.
They're not speaking English. And Other Harry was right, they weren't. Harry grew concerned when they didn't notice his presence. They would be killed easily if he had drawn his wand. The language they were speaking- whatever it was- was guttural and could be likened to Russian in terms of harshness. The consonants were sharp and sounded nothing like any of the languages he knew and he could speak Latin!
Suddenly one of the small men's eyes landed on him. His hair was a curly chocolate brown and his eyes were a very pretty ocean blue. He said something in the foreign language again to his companions. Harry knew it was about him when the blue eyed one pointed at him in a not so subtle way and suddenly all four of them were in the middle of the road crouching before him. This only served to annoy him. He wasn't that small! He was strong just like his other! He smiled though when he remembered they didn't know what he looked like as they could only see the bottom third of his face.
The four of them proceeded to rattle off in the harsh language with smiles on their faces. A silence stretched over the road once more. They're waiting for your reply, most likely.
Harry huffed out loud and crossed his arms before deciding to talk, "You'wr stupid. I can't understwand you." Be nice. His other warned.
All of their faces turned confused before they turned to each other and babbled amongst them. Harry took the time to get a look at the others. There was a plumper one with curly straw blonde hair and brown eyes. The other two looked simular to each other. Maybe they're related? Probably, he thought back.
The blue eyed one scanned him before his eyes widened seeing Dior. Slowly, he stretched out his hand to touch the solid gold. Dior couldn't be harmed by any normal means because of her magic and metal structure but still Harry couldn't help but be protective of her. She was his friend and even though his other had a lot of them, Harry didn't.
Mindful of his others concern of the four he gently put his small hand around the blue eyed ones wrist, carefully prying the wandering fingers off of Dior's wealthy body. The man-boy looked sheepish and smiled apologetically at him. Harry pursed his lips thoughtfully, maybe they weren't bad at all. They could be his friends? But, then again he didn't like how he couldn't understand them.
Suddenly Harry felt something disturb his magical core. A dark presence, something sinister with malicious intent and heading this way. Get off the road! Hide! He stiffened hearing the urgency in Other Harry's voice. His eyes darted to the oblivious people still talking around him. He decided the blue eyed one held more intelligence than the others. Stepping closer to him he tugged on his sleave relentlessly while trying to drag his possible friend over to a hiding space all while keeping an eye out on the other side of the road for the unwanted road dweller. Blue eyes seemed to understand because he quickly picked an annoyed Harry up by his mid section and yelled something to his friends. It wasn't hard to do considering his light weight.
All five of them were off the road and hiding in a burrow by the side of the road just as a dark rider stopped on the road. Harry face contorted confused. How didn't it see them? Was it blind? I think it's stretching out its senses... Even other Harry sounded somewhat mystified. Harry closed his eyes and slowly reached out with his magic, careful in keeping it hidden at the same time. What he saw almost made him tear up again. His eyes snapped open and narrowed dangerously at the golden ring the blue eyed one was holding. The ring was calling to the dark rider that was how it could sense them.
He narrowed his eyes further as he saw the blue eyed one slowly bring the ring closer to his other hand. Stop him! If he puts the ring on it will find us! Quickly obeying his other he snapped out his arm to push back the descending hand holding the ring. He looked up sharply at the man-boy with annoyance surging through him and shook his head at him but couldn't help feeling sympathy when he saw his expression. He looked so lost and out of his comfort zone right at that moment. So frail and without an anchor to keep him in sanity. That was what Harry was like before his Other. He could remember, everyday was a walk on thin ice. One wrong word or action and he would be locked under the staircase again. It was so dark in there and he felt as if every second took away a small amount of oxygen away from him.
He gently opened one of the blue eyed ones clenched fists. He could feel his confused eyes on him but ignored it as he traced soft patterns across the calloused palm and he felt the blue eyed one relax. Sometimes, Harry had wished someone would do this for him, before his Other and Dior were around that is. He used to sneak out into the park and watch all the happy families play together. It was during one of those park trips that he saw a young boy trip over. He had scraped his knee and started crying. He watched as a pretty lady rushed over to the screaming boy and softly blew on the wound and kissed it. 'All better?' she asked the child and the boy nodded sniffling. Harry didn't understand and he still didn't, how could a kiss just make everything better? It was still bleeding and the child was obviously still in pain by the way he hobbled up so how did it make it 'all better'? The mother then started traces small patterns on the boys palm and sent him on his way.
That night in his cupboard he stared at his palm and wondered if anyone would do that for him. Even other Harry had his friends to comfort him. Ours. They're our friends. Both you and I. We are the same person after all. The voice reminded gently. Harry nodded but didn't really believe they were the same person. He understood they were the same people but not the same person. Either way though, he was happy he could have someone to call his friends.
He was knocked out of his thoughts by the screeching of the dark rider as it rode away. Quickly he was scooped up again much to his annoyance as the four man-boys ran in another direction of the forest like death itself was on their tail. Harry couldn't help but be amused at his analogy considering he was the master of death.
The man boys stopped again when they saw the dark rider in the distance. They seemed to discuss something before settling on a course of action judging by their nods of approval and suddenly they were moving again. He really wished he could understand what they were saying, it was wearing on his nerves and if not for the calming waves he was being sent from his other or the fabricated heartbeat of Dior he most likely would have accidently fried a tree.
They picked up pace quickly when they heard the screeches of the dark rider again and Harry could feel himself panic when he realised that one screech was being overlapped by others meaning there was more than one out there. He squeezed his small legs tighter around the waist of the blue eyed one. His way of telling him to hurry. He seemed to get because he was now flat out sprinting a wharf where a small raft was being untied by the other man-boys ahead of them.
Out of nowhere sprung a dark rider. The blue eyed one froze with anxiety and Harry knew he had to do something but what. Harry saw flashes of simular creatures made of darkness run across his vision. Dementors. Use a protronus! Quickly! Harry closed his eyes and tried to access his most happiest memory. Which was hard to do considering his circumstances and the clashing of both his and other Harry's memories. He could access those memories but he wasn't there to experience the feelings they made for other Harry. He could feel them through his other but it just wasn't enough for his patronus.
Fighting the onslaught he finally focused on his own happiest memory. He didn't have many but he remembered a time where he had run away from his Aunt, Uncle and Cousin on a particularly bad day and had found himself in a field of flowers. His young mind couldn't remember the details of the field. Just how it made him feel, the sensation. Peace and calm filled him remembering the warmth of the gentle sun's rays. The soft blow of the winds and the soft petals that grazed against his delicate skin.
His eyes opened again and he took out his wand with a tight grip and with a firm voice he yelled out, "Expecto patronum!"
A soft blue light streamed out from the tip of his wand to take the form of a lion. Its powerful jaws opened and out came a staggering roar. Harry felt the warmth and peace that radiated from his patronus as it jumped around the places batting with strong and equipped paws at every dark ridder. The riders screeched and retreated. He shook the baffled blue eyed ones shoulder in order to get him moving again. The blue eyed one only looked at him in awe and breathed something out in that language of his. Harry rolled his eyes from under his hood before sharply pointing at the raft where his friends where previously slack jawed at the young ones display of power and now calling for them to jump.
Harry was thrown on to the rafter and was followed by the blue eyed one who was dragged onto it safely just as the patronus looked back to see its master was safe and dispelled itself. The dark riders screeched and went no further when the reached the waters edge.
They fear water. Good. Harry thought to his other. Because next time he saw them he would drench them in it.
They had been travelling together for three days now and Harry had learnt there names. The blue eyed ones name was Frodo, the plump one was Sam and the other two were Merry and Pippin. In turn they had learnt his name in which he reluctantly gave, though he called himself Hadrian as for some odd reason they couldn't pronounce the shortened version. He wasn't to happy to have them butcher his others name so he came to the conclusion that his formal name would have to do. He didn't bother with a last name. The whole process was like a game of charades until Harry's other just pointed out that they could use a high up translation spell. It took three hours but was worth it when he saw the look on his companions faces. Then the questioning begun.
They had learnt that he was a wizard and for the most part, not of the race of men, something that was to be kept secret. He was lost and couldn't find home and that he had a like for snakes and dragons with a dislike for 'meanies' and spoke a flowing language known as English, the common of his home and Latin, another common language of his people.
He had learnt that the four were hobbits, peaceful creatures who didn't like adventure which he didn't understand considering the fact that they were on the run. He didn't ask about that, he got the feeling that they wouldn't tell him anyway. Another thing he learnt was that wizards were rare here, and 'here' would be another world entirely.
Frodo looked at their little companion. He was small and frail looking with beautiful soft alabaster skin. His limbs were slim and at times Frodo felt worried that too much strain on them would make them snap. But he knew better than that now. A wizard and something else. How was that possible? But he was too beautiful to be apart of the race of men despite not being able to see most of him under the cloak. His second thought had been what if he was an elf? Impossible considering an elfling had not been born for over a thousand years. The child wouldn't even give his age.
The hobbits had even gotten together to discuss his origins, he said he was lost and from the quality of his strange clothing and solid gold necklace shaped into the form of a dragon they suspected the young one held a prestigious position in his society. Perhaps he was a royal in his land.
The craftsmanship of the dragon was simply amazing. It put the work of the elves to shame, every detail had been perfectly carved, etched and added on. The scales could be clearly seen all the way down to the tip of it's long tail that wrapped around the pale column it surrounded. So lifelike it was that he swore he saw the dragons jaws open where a golden tongue flicked out.
Everything about the child was mysterious, from his hidden features and strange abilities to his completely foreign name. Hadrian it was a strange name but beautiful none the less.
Harry could feel Frodo staring at them but ignored it as he could see the beginnings of a ruddy town ahead. Bree huh. Finally civilisation. His other moaned dramatically and caused him to laugh. The hobbits gave him amused glances but focused on getting to safety.
Frodo knocked on the large yet unsteady wooden structure and a door to his left slammed open and an old man limped out with a lantern. Harry giggled quietly to himself, if that was supposed to be intimidating he even in his smaller body must look like the former dark lord reincarnated.
"What business does four hobbits and a child have here?" The gatekeeper asked in a gravelly voice.
Harry sulked at his choice of words and no he wasn't pouting. He was the master of death! He had a dragon for merlins sake! And magic! It's not fair. He could hear his other laughing at him again at the back of his mind.
"My name is Frodo. This is Sam, Merry, Pippin and Hadrian. Our business is our own." Frodo said firmly.
The gatekeeper raised his eyebrows at Hadrian and he found himself annoyed at his foreignness before the gatekeeper raised his hands in the apparent universal surrender sign.
"I mean no offence sir. Strange folk are around these parts. I'm just doing my job." And not well Harry couldn't help but add in his head. He did just let in a dragon with the master of death. He doesn't know! Still...
They entered the town and Harry promptly felt a dark cloud hang over his head. Why was everyone so tall?! He was itching to bring out his wand and just shrink them all. Unfortunately he didn't have time to he could feel Dior getting anxious. She had been stuck in the same position for almost four days now around his neck. He didn't even want to know what that felt like. I suspect like a body binding spell Other Harry responded dryly. Oh yeah he forgot about that. Oops.
He weaved through the crowd swiftly, one of the perks to being small. Small but mighty? Older Harry asked getting used to his other half's growing ego. Of course he responded with a smile.
The four hobbits and the master of death entered the inn on the side street. The Prancing Pony the sign had said and Harry half expected to see actual ponies running around in his childish imagination. A bit like three broomsticks isn't it. Three broomsticks? Harry vaguely recalled a place in his others memories. I suppose he thought with a shrug.
Harry decided to explore while the hobbits were talking so walking up to Sam he tugged on his sleave.
"Yes Hadrian?" Sam looked down to the shadowed boy.
"I'm going to look around. I'll be back soon okay?" The brilliancy of translation spells was that it translated what you intended to say perfectly despite your less than accurate pronunciation. It was a shame he couldn't do anything about his English though.
Sam nodded amused, "Okay, have fun and don't get into too much trouble young Mister."
Harry giggled and ran off. His father was one of the original marauders. Trouble and mischief were his middle names, well no it wasn't, it was James but you get the point. He needed to find somewhere he could hide and no one would enter so that Dior could move about. It was like a treasure hunt he thought with a twirl of his cloak and a following giggle.
Many of the women present cooed over the cherubic sound but Harry didn't have time for the nice ladies. He had to find a nice spot. Running around he looked in every corner he could find. He ran up stairs and down stairs then up them again just in case he didn't look properly and every once in a while his other would pitch in.
Huffing he ran past a table on his small legs, his converse making small tapping sounds as he went. Customer and staff watched amused as the little boy darted to different places around the inn until he stopped right in front a man sitting by himself. Like Harry his features were concealed by a cloak and he was smoking a pipe. His attention caught he continued to stare at him brazenly.
He looked somewhat familiar. Harry didn't know if he had met the man before or not. He looks like someone I used to know. Have I met him before, that someone? No...I don't think you'll ever get the chance to meet him. Was he important? ...Yes...He was very special to us. Oh.
Harry decided to sift through his others memories for the person Older Harry was talking about but was reminded of his original intent when he felt Dior squirm against his neck. He turned on the balls of his feet, his cloak flaring out dramatically, to search out a hiding spot completely oblivious to the steel grey eyes of certain ranger that rested on him.
Strider had watched amused as the small child dressed in a black cloak that covered his features darted around the inn like a shadow in search of something. The child had a certain love for dramatics it seemed because every sharp turn he took he ensured his cloak would flair or float out.
He kept watch as he continued searching until the boy stopped right in front of him. A pretty little thing he was up close from what he could see, he couldn't help but think that many would mistake him for a girl. The child stared at him and cocked his head and every once in a while he would subtly nod his head as if something was talking to him.
Striders eyes zeroed in on the strange clothing the young one wore. They were of fine quality that much was certain when looking at the perfectly even stitching but he had never seen clothing like it before not even the fabric was familiar to him. Looking further up Strider felt his eyes widen when he took in the sight of the solid gold dragon. This child must be of extreme importance to hold something so well crafted and grand.
The boy seemed to remember something before turning and darting away from striders line of sight.
Harry had found the perfect place to hide, a small abandoned broom closet. As he entered and shut the door behind Dior practically jumped off him and landed on a small shelf next to a bottle of merlin knows what. The little dragon stretched and contorted her body in shapes Harry before this day didn't know existed or even possible.
Dior let out chirps of content before outstretching her small wings and began flapping them to gain momentum. You know, it wasn't ours. Harry was confused, what wasn't theirs? ...That patronus. It wasn't ours. His other was being silly again, of course it was theirs. They conjured it didn't they? No, you conjured it...and it was different.
Harry tried to think what the difference was between the patronuses. He couldn't remember. Our father remember? Harry furrowed his brows from beneath his cloak. He had never met his father before. His other had but he hadn't. Of course! I'm sorry I forgot. It's fine he thought back. Besides, lions were cool just like his House of Gryffindor.
Loud bangs, crashes and screams came from the other side of the door. Something must have going on out there.
"Wet's go check it out." Harry whispered in English to Dior who groaned and made her way over to Harrys neck and wrapping her self around it. Settling herself in a different position than last time she begrudgingly solidified herself. Harry noticed this and wondered if anyone would notice. If they did well...meh. Oh merlin. Older Harry whispered tiredly.
Harry laughed and jumped out of the cupboard startling a bar worker who was passing by. He ran quickly to the part of the inn where all the commotion was. Looking around he didn't see his new hobbit friends anywhere until he caught sight of them holding butter knives and candlesticks creeping up the stairs. He cocked his head to the side looking like a curious kitten. Were they playing a game?
He quietly followed them and caught up just as they burst through a door.
"Release mister Frodo or i'll have at thee longshanks." Sam threatened the man he was studying earlier with a candelabra.
The man looked amused and put his word away. "You have stout hearts little hobbits but it wont be enough to keep you alive."
Now Harry was annoyed. Again. They hadn't noticed him, which wasn't really easy to do considering he blended in with the shadows.
"Guys! Why didn't you tell me you were playing a game!" Harry whined startling them all. I don't really think they're playing. His other commented slightly amused. Either way they shouldn't ignore him.
And that's a wrap children!
People it's my birthday in exactly two days! I'm turning fourteen annnnnd I'm getting me a puppy. It's not exactly a dragon but i'll take it any day.
So, a few things to explain. Harry has both the mentality of his five year old state and his eighteen year old state. It's why his magic is in the same condition it was when he was in his original world. I'd liken it to...okay lets say your seven year old self somehow got in your present self's body. They have your physical abilities and your memories but let's face it. It's still the seven year old you in that body. The mental capacity is different. The difference between the you then and now is experience and that is how it is for our Harry.
He also has some confidence from his older self. So this is basically Harry as if he didn't have self esteem issues as a child.
Thankyou once again to my reviewers, they are as follows:
Bookreader911- Thankyou I'm glad you like it and I hope you continue reading.
HeidiFox- I hope you like the chapter. Thankyou for your support.
NotaFro- Aww thankyou. I'm sure your writing skills are amazing and I'm only at this level because nice people such as yourself are readily giving out encouragement. You're awesome :)
Mutt Rivers- The next chapter will have a proper description of Harry's looks but if you mean child Harry's appearance in the story- Here he is! I hope you like him.
Guest- Elrond or Aragorn huh? I'm very open to suggestions sooo I have taken that into account. Now that you have said this it most likely going to happen. I hope you enjoyed the chapter.
Mordollwen Castiel- Well I am glad you like it! And to you too, many happy returns. I hope you have a great year :D
Opinr- Thanks! I look forward to it as well. I say this because I am actually winging this. Any suggestions please feel free to give. Enjoy!
Avengel Azreal- Okay so thankyou for the beautiful review. I am so stoked that something I wrote touched someone somewhere. That's really what any writer anywhere wants. I would like to remind you that authors have no point in existing without readers so that makes you important. Plus, going by you're excellent English in your review I would say you would make a great writer if you were to ever pick it up. I really hope I don't disappoint you with this story and it lives up to your standards. If not...sorry.
raven1493- I think your begging worked. Yes, I just honestly don't believe that friends that have been through so many things together would so easily betray each other. I hope that you enjoyed this chapter as much as the last.
Elliot Sterling- This must be your fandom! I remember you from my other fic! How are you? Good? That's good. I'm super glad you liked it, really.
Syllesta- I'm happy you liked it. Maybe you'll continue liking it? The average amount of words in the chapters are going to be between 6,000 words and 11,000 words. The last chapter was more like a prologue than anything. Enjoy.
CrystalBlues- You like it...EVERYONE CRYSTALBLUES LIKES IT! No joke, thanks so much. You were the first to review so you are super amazing.
Okay so if you're just reading this now please don't hesitate to drop me a line. I reply to every review and I appreciate suggestions and constructive criticism.
It's been fun guys,
Stolen with the Night~~
