Chapter Four: Mark of the Fey
After telling Harry the prophecy, Aunt Petunia took pity on him and allowed him a few minutes to process the information and get his head in order, before asking him if he had any questions.
Harry still had a ton of questions, mostly about his destiny to defeat Lord Voldemort and how the different aspects of the wizarding world worked, but decided that first he had to find out what being a fairy entailed. After all, it would be three more years before he even stepped foot into the wizarding world. He wouldn't have to worry about the other stuff for a while. At least, that's what he told himself to keep his head from bursting. He knew that he would probably plan everything out long before then. Harry was a firm believer in thinking ahead. Or at least thinking before acting.
Remembering what his aunt had told him about the housing system in Hogwarts, Harry sighed mentally. He knew that he probably wouldn't get into the same house as his parents, as there was no way he would be sorted into Gryffindor. Aunt Petunia had explained that people were sorted by personality traits: brave and impulsive for Gryffindor, clever and studious for Ravenclaw, loyal and hardworking for Hufflepuff, and cunning and ambitious for Slytherin. She said that he would most likely be sorted into Ravenclaw or Slytherin.
He forced his mind back to the topic at hand.
"What can you tell me abut being a fairy?" Harry asked inquisitively.
"Not very much much, I'm afraid. Remember, I'm not an actual fairy. I only know what your mother told me. Most things you'll have to find out yourself," Aunt Petunia told a disappointed Harry.
"There is, however, one thing she did warn me about." She added rather ominously. "One way that fey magic manifests is physically-"
"Which is I look differently from everyone else." Harry interrupted as his suspicions were confirmed.
"Well, yes, but that's not what I meant. All fey not only have enhanced features and senses, a affinity for wandless magic, and the occasional extra power like empathy or telepathy, but a mark, unique to each person, and always having their own special meaning. In your case, your mark is your scar."
"But I got my scar from Voldemort," Harry protested quickly.
"Thats what the wizarding world thinks. That doesn't necessarily make it true." Aunt Petunia responded.
"I know that my parents went into hiding right after I were born, so no one would see if I had my scar before Voldemort tried to kill me," Harry rationalized. "But what about while I was born. Surely the doctors- sorry, medi-wizards- would notice that I had a scar shaped like a lightning bolt on my head for no apparent reason."
"They would," Aunt Petunia agreed. "If the scar had been there when you were first born."
Harry waited in a confused silence for his aunt to explain herself.
"I told you that the ritual needed a sacrifice to work. The sacrifice the fairies made in the war was just the start. For the child to actually turn into a full fairy, it required another sacrifice. In the case of you becoming one of the fey, your mother was that sacrifice, just like my mother was for Lily."
Harry thought that he understood why Aunt Petunia always seemed to dislike magic and anything out of the ordinary now. How could she not, when magic had took her mother and sister away from her?
"So in a way, the wizarding world is right, you did get the scar because of Voldemort; just not from him." Harry's aunt continued, oblivious to his sudden revelation.
"Okay," Harry changed the topic slightly. "So what does my mark mean?"
"That's another thing you'll have to figure out for yourself, though if I were to guess, I would probably say that it stands for something like protection or sacrifice. After all, Lily died, not just so you could become a fairy, but so you that would live, and not be killed by Voldemort." Aunt Petunia answered.
"Or," She added. "It could have something to do with your destiny to defeat Voldemort."
"But how am I supposed to defeat him?" Harry demanded suddenly. To him, there seemed to be no way he would be able to beat the most powerful Dark Lord of the century.
His aunt sighed. She had no real advice to give him, other than, "Just work on your powers. Remember, you have something he doesn't: fairy blood. And something to live for."
Authors Note: Sorry, I couldn't help but use the line from the Harry Potter movie, even if its not actually Harry who's saying it in this story. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, good. It makes my story look better.
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Next Chapter: A Talk with a Teacher: Three years later, Harry finally comes in contact with the wizarding world when he gets a visit from a Hogwarts Professor.