Chapter 09
Harry and Lea meet
My mouth drops as I see the boy sitting next to the girl and I feel myself incapable of looking away from him. Ebony black hair swept around messily on top of a small face with high cheekbones and eyes greener than the brightest emerald I have ever seen. A smile like gold graces tender lips and a small neck rests on strong shoulders.
I look back at the green eyes, feeling myself swept away by the amazing emotions swirling through them and upon closer inspection, I see conflicting emotions battling inside the green depths, some emotions shown bright and open for the world to see, others seemingly attempting to keep themselves from being noticed.
Then suddenly, as the amazing young lad takes a bite from a sandwich, do his green eyes move to the doors where I am standing and his eyes widen when he sees us, but then – to my great pleasure – his eyes land and get stuck on me and I can tell he is checking me out like I did him while he had been eating earlier.
Harry's POV
I had been waiting all breakfast for my mates to come and, nearing the end, I had decided to just wait for them to find me instead of looking out for them. I had instead given Daphne the attention she deserves as my future wife and had explained her the weird feeling in my stomach as I thought of her as my queen.
Daphne had been a real angel and had agreed with me that a Gryffindor for a king and a Slytherin for a Queen was the worst combo we could give the world and we had agreed she would be my Lady Peverell instead of Pendragon. Still I wonder if one of the other bonds will grant me another wife as a queen, but I pay it no heed.
We simply talk, laugh and ignore the many shocked looks Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff table keep sending at us as they try, every now and then, to sneakily look at us, while Slytherin seems passive in the whole thing, which makes me wonder who of Snape, Malfoy and Daphne told the House of what happened last night.
But then, when we are only one more bit of desert away from breakfast ending, do I suddenly sense a heated glance going over my form and I look at Daphne, but she is in heavy argument with Hermione about the difficulty of the Ancient Runes O.W.L and so I look on around the hall – until my eye fall on a group standing in the hall's entrance.
The glance is coming from the redhead at the left front of the group and I can barely believe how amazing he looks. Wild red hair standing up and to the back in spikes, a warm tan, big green eyes with narrow up-turned slits at the outside and down-turned slits at the inside and green eyes that make me think of the fields outside.
Our eyes lock in contact and I can barely believe how warm and comfortable I feel while looking at him, as if his eyes somehow transport me over to him, as if his gaze is the embrace he pulls me in, his arms warm and strong around my shoulders and my head lying comfortably on his hard, strong, muscular shoulder.
I barely feel myself standing up and yet my body screams at me to stand up quicker, to get to him, to accept him as mine and I don't even feel the need to look at the others, or feel the students look at me. All I feel, all I can see, is those amazing green eyes and the way they almost magically pull me closer, closer to their owner.
I walk closer and closer and all the while the man keeps looking at me, all the while I can only focus on his eyes, green like grass and still not like grass as grass can't shine like the eyes do, and the smile on his face, gentle, loving and pure happiness, as if me walking towards him is the best thing that ever happened to him.
Happiness swells up inside me as I see this smile and I feel a new need well up inside me, a need to keep that smile there, to keep it present and on that beautiful face for the rest of eternity. Then I am standing right in front of him and he speaks, talking with a warm, deep voice and says: "I'm Lea." To which I say:
"I'm – I'm –." And instantly I feel like Neville did when we met Luna on the train at the start of this year as I say: "I'm Nobody." This makes the man laugh and he says: "Trust me, I've seen a Nobody and you're not. Your heart is too light to be one." This makes me blush bright red and he asks: "So, are you Harry?"
And I ask: "How – how do you –." But then I feel the presence of my scar pressing in on my skin and I sigh: "Let me guess, you recognized my scar?" But instantly the warm voice turns worried and asks: "What scar?" And my heart soars in shock and pure happiness as this is the first time since I came into the Wizarding world that someone asked that.
I slowly raise my fringe, unlike usually when I try to flatten it over my forehead and show the man my lightning bolt scar. The man sighs and says: "Oh, that one." I look up and see his lips tighten. He then turns and finally I take notice of the others, all but one of them wearing the same circlet as the one I gave Daphne last night.
Lea's POV
"Aerith, think you can do something about that?" And the woman walks over, bowing down a little and with a single finger softly tracing the shape of the scar, the scar I was told my mate got by a madman wanting to kill him when he was just an infant, a madman who also took my little mate his parents no less.
I have to work really hard not to show the anger I feel in my heart on my face as I remind myself of this fact and instead watch as Aerith snaps her fingers and lets several healing herbs appear in her hand. She then lies them on the scar and steps away, her magic keeping the herbs at their place and snaps her fingers again.
"Curaga." She says loudly and I see light shining from the herbs, which I know are not the same herbs as that appear when my friends or I cast the Curaga spell. Glad to have this woman as one of my mate's partners, I suddenly see Darkness swirling around the light of the herbs and I look shocked as Aerith gasps.
"That is not his." I whisper and Aerith shakes her head as she says: "That darkness, it's – it's like Ansem when he was controlling Riku." This makes me look at the woman shocked and in fear, I ask: "What? Aerith! Do something! Don't let that thing control Harry!" Which causes Harry to shout: "CONTROL ME?"
I look from the woman, who aims her hands at the herbs and seems to focus her powers into them, to my mate and jump back, summoning my Keyblade and aiming it at the darkness now surrounding the light and seeming to battle it in order to weaken the light and absorb its power. Not wanting that demon to strengthen anymore, I shout:
"LIGHT!"
And a beam of pure light shoots from my Keyblade and hits Harry straight in the scar. Everyone shouts and several people who had been sitting with my mate now run over, but Terra, Aqua and Ventus quickly go stand in their way, causing them to shout at them and causing the two boys to draw their wands.
Even quickly stands in between Terra and the kids and summons his Ice-shield and holds it up, ready to defend the three against the spellwork of the boys. I personally lower my Keyblade and run back over to my mate, softly lifting up his head and happy to see the clouds of darkness slowly loosen and float off of my mate's head.
Harry's POV
I don't know what Lea did, but I do know that the pain I have felt almost the entire year now is finally gone. When Aerith used those strange powerful herbs that she was able to attach to my forehead without a sticking spell or floating charm, the power of them had already started to tingle and fight against the pain in my scar.
But then the woman had snapped her fingers and had whispered that weird, weird word – Curaga – and while my mind rationally makes me believe it's a special form of Curing Magic, had the light of it battled against the darkness in my scar, a battle that had made my scar explode with a pain unlike any I have ever felt.
I had braced my feet on the ground and had fisted my hands as much as I could just to remain standing, but the pain wasn't just keeping to my scar. The healing magic of the herbs seem to have been reaching to all of my old wounds and the darkness in my scar not only reminded me of how they had hurt, it had intensified the pain.
This pain had caused my knees to buckle and then suddenly, through the haze of pain, I had heard the words Ansem when he was controlling Riku and had heard Lea say: "Do something! Don't let that thing control Harry!" And this had scared me, especially because of my current location and I had shouted: "CONTROL ME?"
Lea and I had locked eye-contact yet again and I had seen in his eyes that he knew of a way to cure me, to help the herbs heal me. I had given him a shaky nod, the only thing I could do while not giving into the pain and this had made Lea jump back just a bit and summon an amazing blade-like weapon out of thin air.
I had seen his eyes hesitate, but had, for only a second, given in to the pain just to show Lea he had to hurry. Lea had seen the action and it seemed to have had fueled his anger as he shouted: "LIGHT!" And exactly that shot out of the end of his blade. Tilting my head, I made sure the light hit my scar straight on.
Instantly the pain alleviated and the light of Aerith's herbs seemed to spread through my body healing old and forgotten wounds and even wounds I never knew about. I fall down on the hard floor, but don't even feel it. Instead I feel the pain in my scar lessening more and more with the second and tears of relief escape my eyelids.
Lea's POV
Tears are running down my mate's cheeks and I warm my fingers, using my control over fire, while softly rubbing the tears away. Tired emerald green eyes open and a soft voice whispers: "Thank you." I nod and then suddenly a large black dog passes through the three Keyblade-wielder defence, slipping past them and Even.
The creature stops to sit down next to Harry and seems to look at Harry worriedly, but Harry raises his hand tiredly and softly pats the animal's head, while I can barely believe dogs can grow this big here as this thing has to be bear-sized at the least. Harry then whispers: "I'm okay, Snuffel. Aerith and Lea healed me. I'm fine."
The dog nods and licks Harry's lovingly, making wonder how long the two have known each other. Harry then tilts his head, so that – upside down – he is looking at the three wielders and says: "You can let them through now." And the three look at him, shocked at how he's looking back at them and then letting the kids through.
The boys quickly put their wands back in their pockets and a young blonde haired girl of Harry's age takes the dog's place as she asks: "Are you okay, Harry?" And my little flame smiles as he says: "I am now, Daphne, thanks to Aerith and Lea." The girl nods and then suddenly I sense a power as strong as Merlin coming closer.
Looking up, I see someone almost just as old as the ancient wizard walking over from the other courtyard and when he enters the hallway, he shortly looks at us shocked before just about the entire Great Hall shouts: "PROFESSOR DUMBLEDORE!" Followed by cheers and tumultuous applause rising from just about every seat.
