disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
warnings: only for future chapters: yaoi/slash/mpreg. Current chapter? description of pain? is that a legit warning?
anway, thank you to Lord Mushie and Bloodred 321! your demands for an update have convinced me to add the third chapter against the schedule I wanted to follow xD Wanted to say Lord Mushie, I thought about what to call Harry and I found it, but that won't come up until in a later chaper. I currently have up to chapter 5 written. I hope you enjoy this chapter everyone!
Just as the sun broke over the horizon, there were two sounds of apparitions. Two people, a man and a woman, made their way across the street and into the garden of number 4 and crouched down by the body that was Harry Potter. They both had hopeful looks as the man picked up Harry's body.
"Morven*, are you sure this is him? What if we have picked up the wrong boy?" asked the woman. She had long blue-black hair that looked like a raven's wing, with matching eyes. She had soft, but aristocratic features and with a tall, thin frame. Even though she questioned her mate, she almost knew for sure that this boy was the one they were looking for, but she could not see the eyes that would identify him as Harry Potter. They needed to be completely sure it was him.
"Of course, Sylvana*. Just look at him, and I can smell both the werewolf and vampire on him. I am not wrong in this," the man called Morven easily picked up the boy and mentally winced, he had expected the boy to weigh slightly more than this. Morven looked the opposite of his mate, with his golden hair and hazel eyes and very large, but muscular frame. Morven stood waiting for Sylvana to pull out the portkey that would take them back to their home. They just hoped that the boy would feel welcomed. It was always hard for newcomers.
Warmth. Pain-free. Relaxed. Comfortable. Safe. This was all Harry felt, so he knew he had to be in Heaven. Why else would he feel this way? He could lie here forever. Which now he wanted to do as he become more accustomed to the idea that he was in Heaven. He must have been good enough when he was alive to be allowed into Heaven. He always thought he was a freak and a danger to everyone around him and did not deserve to feel like this in death. Or maybe that was made up for by the manner in which he died. Nothing could make him happier than just lying here.
"Hello Harry."
Harry sat up quickly looking for the voice. He never expected to meet someone in Heaven. There was not many people he felt like meeting, he just wanted to be left alone for a long time, but his curiosity got the better of him.
"Who's there?" Harry started to bite his lip nervously. He kept looking around, but all he saw was mist. It was still warm, not like the cold soggy mist that England was known for. He stood up from where he was and started walking towards the direction he heard the voice from. "Show yourself."
"I'm right here Harry, where I have always been. Next to you." Harry jumped and let out a squeak. He turned around and suddenly there stood a woman, who was smiling at him. But it was not just any ordinary woman. No, this was the one person he had missed his entire life and he felt like crying. He ran into her arms, crying and screaming at her for not being there for him. He could not believe that he was allowed to finally be with his mother.
"Shh, Harry. It's alright. Harry look at me," She pulled his chin up so he could look at her, but movement behind her caught his attention and there he was. His father, James, was smiling at him and all Harry saw was the large amount of pride in his eyes. Just seeing that released any lingering fears that he had ever done anything wrong. Harry could barely breathe as he sobbed against his mother while watching his father walk up to them and embrace both of them. They were finally together.
"I can't believe it. You're here, you're really here," Harry just could not believe his eyes and he thanked whatever God it was that let him be with his parents.
"Harry, son, we have always been here right next to you. We never left and we kept trying to encourage you to never give up," James said and pressed a kiss to the top of Harry's head. "Never once doubt that we were never proud of you or that we did not want you."
"He's right Harry. But now you've got to listen to me," Lily separated from her husband and son, but kept her hands on Harry's shoulder not wanting to fully let go. "There are some people coming to get you. You're just hear because we called out to you, to reassure you. You're about to change the world, my wonderful son."
Harry started to panic. He just got his parents back and they expected him to leave! He did not want to go back to a world of pain, he wanted to stay here where he was safe and did not have anything expected of him. "But I don't want to go! I want to stay here with you. Please don't make me go back, I can't stand it there. There's too much pain," by the end of his panicked words, Harry was whispering, pleading with his parents to let him stay.
"I know Harry, but you must. This is not your end, you have so much more to live for. Go and learn how to live your life, stand for what you believe in, makes things better for yourself, and most importantly find love. There is someone out there for you, waiting for you to make them yours, they just don't know yet," James could only hope what kind of person was meant for his son. Although no one would be good enough for Harry, but Harry needed love. If anyone deserved it, it was Harry. James hugged Harry once more and let Lily step in to hug Harry.
"Now Harry, I know you're frightened, but believe in yourself! I'm always by your side Harry. I would love to let you stay, but very important people are probably getting angry with us for keeping you so long. Just remember we love you very much, my wonderful and strong son."
Harry cried more as his parents pushed in the direction he supposed he was meant to go so he could continue his life. He did not know what to think. There were people waiting for him? He was expected to change the world still? There was someone meant just for him, to love him? He parents gave him more questions than he had wanted. Why did they have to send him away? Surely if they saw how much pain he was in while in his world, that would make them want to keep him here. But as he looked back to his parents and saw the pride and love coming from both of them, he knew that he had to do this. He would continue making them proud.
"He's been this way for too long Morven, I do not believe he is coming back," Sylvana was getting worried. They brought Harry back to their world as they were supposed to. However, the fact that Harry had not come back to his body concerned her that he was not going to come back. The elders had said that Harry was visiting with his parents, but they assured her and Morven that he should have been awake by now.
"I know it has been longer than expected Slvana, but I know he is going to come back," Morven was just as concerned as his mate about Harry, but he could not give hope. They were meant to help Harry, and he was very much excited to finally meet Harry. The longer he spent on the other side however meant the harder it would be for him to recover.
"Can you not change him, to help him make his back?"
"No, I cannot. I must wait until he opens his eyes. He must know what is going to happen to him before I do it," Morven was worried about this mission that the elders gave him. He was meant to wait for Harry to wake up and explain what happened at the time of his death and then bite him yet again. The elders explained that the extra werewolf venom would counteract that of the vampire, but not fully eradicate the vampirism. Thanks to both venoms and the wonder that was Harry Potter, he was going to become one of a kind and give him the ability to do what he was destined to do. And that did not include the fake prophecy that Harry was told. Getting lost in his thoughts, Morven grew angry at what the elders had told him about Harry's life. How could anyone treat this wonderful child the way he has had to suffer, and it was not all by someone consumed by hate and darkness! He could not wait to train Harry and help him reach his full potential and maybe, if Harry let him, give him the love of parents that he was denied. He knew Morven and Sylvana could not replace his real parents, but they could love him as a child of their own. He put aside his thoughts as he heard a sigh come from the bed.
"Harry? Are you coming back to us? I need you to try to open your eyes please," Morven watched very closely for any distress. He needed Harry to be aware immediately because the longer they waited, the greater risk of his blood attacking him. Harry would be in great pain soon and Morven needed to change him before his body failed.
"Mm…I..ye…" Harry tried to say yes, but then the pain he felt back at the Dursleys came back tenfold. He could not hold back the scream that ripped from his throat. It felt like everything was on fire, even his hair. His clothes felt like bricks that were crushing his bones. No matter how much he tried to escape the pain, it was always there. Suddenly someone grabbed his head and it felt like his skull was crushed which brought on a new scream.
"Harry listen to me! Open your eyes, I know it hurts, but I need you to do this! That's it. I am going to bite you, and it will still hurt, but it will make sure your body does not kill you," Morven wanted to explain more, but he could see that Harry was not going to last much longer and he needed to act fast. Feeling his canines extend, he bit into Harry's neck straight into his bloodstream so that the venom could start working sooner. While trying to restrain him, Harry released another bloodcurdling scream that had Morven wincing and Sylvana crying behind him for fear of Harry. Morven sat back and watched Harry, he could see the changes that were already happening with Harry. After what felt like days, Harry finally settled into a fitful sleep and Morven and Sylvana sagged in relief knowing that Harry was going to be fine now. They settled down onto the couch within the room to wait for Harry to wake up, Sylvana made her mate lie down with his head on her lap understanding that his energy was leaving him and also needed comfort.
A/N: *'s: Morven is an old english name that means son of the sea and Sylvana is a variant of the latin word Sylvia meaning forest. I hope this chapter did not move too fast for anyone. And I'll admit I got a little misty eyed writing about Harry's parents. Hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. R&R please! I live for those reviews
