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Chapter 10 Summer Start

"The ancient study of alchemy is concerned with making the Philosopher's Stone, a legendary substance with astonishing powers. The Stone will transform any metal into pure gold. It also produces the Elixir of Life, which will make the drinker immortal." (Magical Treasures)

"Immortal…" the word was spoken in a hush whisper.

'Something like this should never exist!'

A hushed, tired sigh sounded in the nearly silent atmosphere of Hogwarts' Library.

'What to do, what to do…'

Harry could feel the impending signs of an irritable headache as he leaned back on his chair with an arm over his forehead. He did not know what is to be done. He did not want to think about what the consequences of having drunk the Elixir of Life. Why was it, that magic have deem it necessary for him to even come into contact with the stone and more importantly, why did magic made him drink the Elixir. He did not want immortality. Immortality is not natural and to him it would mean that he will be force to do many unwanted things. Example: be the hero and that only means that there's always someone out to get you.

"Harry! What are you still doing in the library?"

At the scream of his name, Harry jolted and causes his chair to fall backwards

"Wahhhhhh…!"

*Crash

"Owww"

"Bloody hell, Are you okay?"

The familiar male voice became louder as the sound of footsteps and rustling fabrics closed in on his location. Harry could feel someone helping him up felt himself leaning on someone's torso and shoulder.

"Ow"

"Tell me what's wrong!"

"My head, ow. Who are you anyway?" Harry asked, his eyes still close as the pounding headache assaulted his nerves.

"What do you mean 'Who are you?' I'm Oliver, your captain, Quidditch; ring a bell, any bells?"

"Sorry headache" Harry replied as he leaned more of his weight on to the other boy. "Just give me a minute."

Oliver was feeling a slight amount of awkwardness build up at the close proximity between them. He kept silent though, because it was technically his fault that they ended up in this position.

"Why did you have to go and screamed out my name anyway?" Harry asked as he moved back slowly as to not encourage the headache to come back while it's still retreating.

"I was just on my way to the end of the year feast win I happen to caught a glimpse at my protégée seeker and in the goodness of my heart was willing to go out of my way and get you before you are late"

"Uh huh, sure you did. Just admit that you wanted to scare me and couldn't give up the golden opportunity."

Oliver laughed nervously, "that obvious huh?"

"No, I totally guessed. But thanks for confessing"

"What?"

"Just know that I will get even"

Oliver gave him a disbelieving look and rolled his eyes. "So what's your plan for the summer?" The two continue talking as they head for the Great Hall. The feast had just begun when the two made it past the large double doors. It was not until he saw the great many dishes that Harry knew how hungry he was. Oliver must have heard the growl of his stomach because he laughed and gave Harry an amused smile. The two made their way to the Gryffindor table together but separated to sit with their friends.

"Hey guys!"

"Hey Harry! Where were you?" Hermione greeted and asked without a pause.

"Hey mate, um yeah, what she said" Neville said, passing Harry a drink. Harry smiled and thanked him. Ron just waved, his mouth was full.

'Thank goodness we were able to drill into him some manners' the trio thoughts simultaneously.

"Hey Ron, so what's today's special?" Harry asked. Ron was the unofficial taster for the group.

Ron held out a finger, telling them to wait and a short moment later after he drunk some pumpkin juice and let out a satisfying 'hah' answered.

"Hey Harry. Okay, so today's special is…but I recommend…"

The rest of the feast was very festive. The end of the year House Cup award went to Slytherin only because of Snape bias and discrimination and everyone knows it. Dumbledore also informed the whole school that the Philosopher's Stone was stolen and that Quirrell went missing. He was all sad about it but Harry knew better. He was pretty sure that Neville noticed the angry glint in Dumbledore's eyes too. Yeah, it was quite a surprise to Harry that it was Neville that noticed instead of Hermione. Harry knew this because he saw Neville frown from the corner of his eyes and they shared a look, which later on the two talked about it right before they went to bed. After the feast, the four Gryffindor make their way to the Gryffindor tower speaking jubilantly about many topics the whole way. Harry, Ron and Neville helped each other packed for their trip home the next morning. The last meal the next morning was uneventful, not counting the twins' confetti prank. The train ride was very uneventful too. The only thing that was of any significant was that one of their chocolate frog jumped right into Draco Malfoy's mouth when the guy opened their compartment's door and opened his mouth to say something. The four had a laugh out of it, especially when Harry told Draco that he owes him a Chocolate Frog and the guy just up and left not noticing that half of the frog – the lower half- jumped into the hood of his cloak. 'Truly, that frog still has some Jump in it.' Before they head for their individual homes, the four friends promised to write.

OoOO-BD-OOoO

The moment Harry stepped onto the ground of number 4 Privet Drive he knew something was wrong. There was a great disturbance to the Gaia/Nature energy. Having lived there most of his life, Harry was very in tune with the Nature energy of his place of resident.

He quickened his steps. A rush of adrenaline flooded in his veins. His heart beats too fast and pounding loudly in his ears. He made it to the front step and magically unlocked the door and stepped inside. The house was deserted. A quick flash of reverie confirmed that Vernon's car was not parked in the drive way. A great pulse of some foreign energy registered in his senses. His breathing felt constricted. He tried to negate this by doing deeper inhales, it only worsen. Another pulse, this one exceeded in strength. Harry caught the flow of energy and his head snapped toward the eerie door under the stairs. Harry had always had a great aversion to this specific place within his house. He gasped. The simple thought of going anywhere near that place disturbed him. Harry wanted so badly to just run to his room and forget all about this.

The cupboard under the stair housed so many bad memories for him. While other children his age and younger have phobia for the closets and/or space under the bed at night, his phobia is of this very cupboard. They said that the Boogie Man is out to get naughty children from darken space, mainly under the bed or the closet but for Harry nothing is more scary then the cupboard under the stairs. Waves and waves of fear shook his small body with every step he forced himself to take towards the cupboard. Memories, painful memories, flashed through his mind. The pain, the blood, the smell of copper and bleach and so many more unnamable scents, the sounds of his hallow breathing and the pound of his heart beating wildly in his own ears. The sticky feeling of the blood on his skins, he remembers it all. His step faltered and his arms circled around his shoulder as he hugged himself in an attempt to keep his composure. His head shook from side to side.

'I don't want to go there!'

Another pulse, this one seemed most desperate. Harry hesitantly took a small stepped forward. He gulped and then took another. One more steps, then another, and another still. Before he knew it, he stood still and rigid, the cupboards door half an arm length away. Another pulse, Harry swore that he heard a sob or whimper. Fear streaked his heart. What could possibly be in there? His heartbeat pounding loudly in his ears, the world around him lost focused and all he could feel was himself. He felt vulnerable and scared. Even through all that, he felt a great compulsion to open the small door and find out what's inside. His body moved on its own. Moments later, Harry stared beyond the open door and screamed. His hands flew over his mouth. He could feel the strain on his throat and the stretch of his bugged eyes.

There, within the small cramped space of the cupboard was a translucent form of a small child. The child was dangerously skinny but that was not what had caused Harry strong reaction. The child was beaten; blood drenched his small body, ugly cuts and bruises decorated across his unhealthy, ashen skins. He wore rags that did him no service as to cover his otherwise naked body.

"Freak is sorry. Freak not mean to drop food. Freak not mean to. Freak sorry."

The small, soft voice of the child vibrated into Harry's ears and he could not keep the hot tears from leaving his eyes. His knees felt weak. 'That was me….I'm I hallucinating?'

"Mommy, daddy; freak hurt. 'urt so much. Make go away pweuse. Make away"

Harry's knees collapsed under him. He hit the floor hard. His mind shut down. He found his body moved on its own accord and he was by the ghostly boy side. His arms moved to pick the child up but unable to. His hands went though. 'No!' he mentally screamed. He tried again and again to no prevail. His was getting frantic. The ghost child was fading away, the small movements of his chest slowing. He was dying. 'Magic! Use your magic!' a voice screamed within his mind. A voice he did not recognize. There was no time to ponder. Harry brought forth his magic. His hands glow a soft golden light. He tested, his hands hovered over the ghost child and he half expected to pass through once more. To his relief, he touched solid matter. He gave a relieved sigh.

He child flinched at his touch. Two pairs of emerald green eyes locked. The child struggled. His lips moved and he spoke incoherently, begging to be release from Harry hold, begging for Harry not to hurt him, apologizing for being a freak...

Two twin streams of tears reflected on both figures faces. Harry acted on instinct, having never before been obligated to this kind of situation. He scooped up the tiny child and secured him into a gentle embrace while whispering gentle assurance into the child's ear. He summoned his magic from all sources available. His own magic and the Nature magic around his home being careful not the touch the magic of the wards.

"Everything will be fine. Shh, don't cry. I'll make you stop hurting, promise. Shh, I promise..."

Outside, plant life dulled. The brilliant colors of nature faded just a few degrees if anyone where to look carefully. The current of wind lower in frequency and the temperature of sunlight cooled down several degrees.

Harry's breathing was labor by the time he was finished with healing the child. His body was numb. He tried to stand but his legs would not move; even the simple effort to keep his eyes open was arduous. He rested his head on the top of the now sleeping child's head. He held his breathe in an effort to stabilize his breathing.

"Bambi!" he breathed out. Not long after, Harry heard a soft pop and then a gasp.

"Master Potter! What happened? Are you hurt?"

Harry ears picked up the sounds of approaching footsteps and he felt warm hands touched his cheek and shoulder. He peeked from behind his closed eyelids to see a panic Bambi with huge eyes filled with worry. He gave a stained smile in greeting.

"Hi Bambi. Please take me and my charge away from this place. I will explain later," Harry said. His voice hushed.

Bambi bit his lip as if to hold back words and nodded. He snapped his fingers, and the house was deserted once more. The only sign of trespassing was the cupboard door ajar.

OoOO-BD-OOoO

Bambi gently brushed away the few strays of hair from his Mistress's cheeks. His eyes meticulously studied her sweet-heart face. He glanced down slightly to the small child held securely in his mistress's elegant arms with a small frown before his eyes returned to her serene sleeping face.

'Why did I not notice? How could I have missed that you are truly female. We are bonded. How?'

The different tempo in his mistress's breathing alerted Bambi. He sat back on his chair by the bed as to not alarm his mistress by his improper closeness. He watched closely as his mistress's eyelids slowly fold back to reveal brilliant green eyes that were glazed over with sleep. His mistress blinked away the sleepy glaze and her eyes scanned her surroundings. Those beautiful emerald eyes quickly fell on him and soon locked with his own golden ones.

"Bambi..." As soon as the word left her lips Trianna froze. Her eyes widen in panic as she gaze at her elf. She looked away and toward the large bay window located on the far wall beyond the chair Bambi was occupied in.

'It's still day time' she thought. She must have spoken the words out loud because Bambi frowned.

"Mistress..." Bambi words faltered at the panic look in his mistress's eyes.

"Bambi, please..."

Bambi shook his head. "Bambi must know his mistress's name"

"..."

"Mistress does not trust Bambi? Mistress does not want Bambi?" his voice diminuendo into fine whispers that Trianna could barely hear.

"Bambi..." she whispered, her voice still low from exhaustion.

Bambi looked up, his eyes sad and hopeful. Trianna closed her eyes and sigh.

"My name, Bambi, is Trianna Lilith Potter"

"Trianna" Bambi echoed, his voice not that of usual. Trianna eyes snapped open. 'There it is again!' The deep silky tenor

"My mistress has a beautiful name just as beautiful as she" Bambi said joyfully, a huge smile adorned his face. If Trianna had looked closer, she would have noticed the predatory intensity within his golden eyes. As it was, she blushed and looked away. Bambi suppressed an amused chuckle.

"Does Mistress Trianna require anything?"

'Yes, my energy!' she automatically thought. She turned back to face him after she felt the heat on her face cooled.

"I want a bowl Lobster soup please, Bambi"

Bambi looked hesitant but nodded. "I will be back quickly. Mistress must not overexert herself." He said and waited for Trianna confirmation before he popped out.

"I know you're awake, Little One" she said softly.

The little boy flinched. His fearful eyes glanced up from behind long fringes. Trianna gave him a soft smile, hoping that it appeared kind. He gave her a shaking smile back. He lifted his small head from her chest but made no move to free himself from her embrace. Trianna sat up. The little boy flinched and stiffened. Fear once more washed his eyes. She leaned back and rested her back on the headboard breathing lightly labored. She gave him another soft smile and gave his small shoulder a soft squeeze. He flinched again. She held back a frown.

The two silently study each other for a long moment.

'He looks like me' She frowned. The little boy flinched and looked down in submission. Trianna frown deepened.

"What is your name, Little One?"

He glanced up, eyes uncertain, his shoulder tense. "name? 'ho's littwel one?" he asked, his voice timid.

"I call you Little One because I don't know your name yet. My name is Trianna. What's your name?"

He gave her a cute little confused look that made her had a deja vu moment.

"Uncle call me Freak and Boy"

Trianna flinched. Her eyes widen in surprise and apprehension. She gulped, her throat felt dry.

"What's your uncle name, Little One?"

The little boy blinked. "Uncle Vernon, he a big man"

Trianna was floored, her face ashen. She maneuvered a shaking hand and brushed away the little boy's bang. The sight of the lightning bolt over the little boy's right bow made her choked. She stared into the boy's eyes.

'How is it possible?'

"You're me" she whispered. Harry frowned and shook his head.

"No, I'm me; …right?"

Trianna smiled at the afterthought question.

"I know who you are now. You're Harry Potter" she told him, smiling.

"No, I'm Freak and Boy. Uncle said so" he countered.

Trianna shook her head and gave him a patient smile. "You're Harry Potter. I know because I am you. Besides, Uncle lies to you all the time and you know it"

His eyes showed uncertainty. "But..."

Trianna shook her head once more. She took hold of his small hand gently and used the other to part her own bangs.

Harry gasped as the sighted the familiar lightning scar. He let Trianna maneuver his hand to touch the smooth shape. His eyes stared intently before he looked back into her green eyes so much like his own. He felt like he was looking at his own reflection within those eyes. His eyes watered.

"How?" Trianna asked. He nodded. His lips quivered as he suppressed his tears.

"I don't know. It was you who came to me. You were dying." her voice barely above a whisper as she spoke the last sentence. Harry threw himself into her arms and cried.

"I wished for someone to save me and love me, forever," he told her through muffled voice and strained tearful tone.

"Shh, it alright now; I won't let anyone harm you. Shh"

He cried harder. His hands had her shirt in a tight grip. His face buried in her chest. Trianna soothed his back in gentle circles and rested her cheek on his head.

*POP*

"Mistress"

Trianna looked up to see Bambi standing by her bed with a tray of food in hand. She gave him a smile and gestured her him to come closer. She felt Harry flinched and look down, her hands soothing his back in reassurance. Harry turned his head and timidly studied the elf. His eyes filled with curiosity and a dose of fear.

"This is Bambi, Harry. He's our elf. He is like our magical butler you could say. Why don't you say hi?"

Harry glance at Trianna before his eyes fell back to the elf. He gave Bambi a small smile. "Hello," he squeaked and hid his face in Trianna chest. Trianna chuckled.

Bambi smile but felt a twig of jealousy at the small Harry's position. He sat the breakfast bench down and uncovered the lid. The meal consisted of a bowl of Lobster soup with a side of fresh baked bread and a small Caesar salad. Trianna smiled. Harry looked up and gave the meal a longing look.

"It smells wonderful, Bambi. Thank you. Do you mind bringing two more meals up? I would like for you to join us. Food tastes better in company, yes?"

Bambi smile and nodded. "Of course, Mistress; Bambi will be right back" He popped away.

Trianna glanced down at Harry and patted his head. She magically summoned the tray closer. She smiled at the small gasp that escaped Harry's lips. She picked up the silver spoon and gently scooped up a small amount of soup. She blew on it and set the spoon before Harry's lips. Harry only stared. His eyes soon glazed over with tears.

"Say 'ah'" He slowly parted his lips. The first taste had his eyes widen in delight before it quickly closed. He hummed. Trianna chuckled.

"It's good?" she asked cheerfully.

Harry opened his eyes and nodded rapturously. "It's good!" he told her, smiling; then he looked at the bowl of soup and hesitated. She glanced back at her. A silent question. She nodded and hands him the spoon. He gave her a bright smile and took the spoon from her hand.

"We have to wait for Bambi to join us first and then you can eat, alright?"

He gave the soup a longing look and licked his lips before he gave her a nod. She only smile and soothed his hair. He dug his head, bashful.

*POP*

The two looked up at Bambi arrival. Harry gave him a grateful smile and Trianna gave him a welcome one.

"Mistress; Master, Bambi has return"

"Join us, Bambi. I'm sure you are hungry. Come sit with us. We are family, after all"

Bambi still looked hesitant but in the end conceded to his mistress's will. He made sure to keep a respectable distant away.

"Where are we, Bambi?" Trianna asked as Bambi banished the used dishes and benches. She gently wiped away the food smear from Harry's face. She gave him a smile as she dimmed his face clean and banished the cloth napkin. She cuddled his small body into her once more. Both sighed in contentment.

"Bambi?" She opened her eyes to see a serenely smiling elf.

"Bambi is happy to see his mistress and master so content"

Trianna eyes softened. "Thank you, Bambi"

"Mistress is very welcome. For your earlier question, Mistress; we are at Potter Manor."

She nodded. "So I take it that the renovations are complete then?"

"Yes Mistress"

"Uhm" she nodded. Trianna glanced down at Harry. 'It's weird how I can separate my other self like this'

"We must go shopping tomorrow. Harry needs clothing"

"Where are you planning to go, Mistress?"

"Uhm lets hop. I've always wanted to travel. We'll go first to London, then Paris, Berlin and then Asia. I want to go to Soel, Korea"

"A shopping spree then" Bambi said with a hint of apprehension. 'Great Valar'

Trianna raised a brow. "You sounded almost scared, Bambi. Is something the matter? If you don't want to come; all you have to do is say so. I have no problem going without an escort. It's not like anybody would want to kidnap me or cute little Harry here."

Her sarcastic tone was not missed by Bambi. "Of course Bambi will come with Mistress on her trips. She is too beautiful for her own good"

Trianna blushed. She looked away. "I said nothing about me, Bambi. I can take care of myself on my own. It's Harry I'm worry about. I have never taken care of another person before- not someone so young, at least."

"Bambi's mistress is beautiful, very beautiful. She must know it. Males will prey on her. She must be very wary around them. As for Master Harry, of course Bambi will look after him. He will take care of both his Mistress and Master."

"Anna, what's wrong? Anna is red" Harry asked cutely. His eyes big and lips pouted in childish innocent curiosity and confusion.

Trianna blinked. "Anna?" she asked him, embarrassment forgotten. Harry nodded shyly. He murmured, "I like name Anna. So... it's okay right?" Harry bit his lower lip in insecurity.

Trianna smiled and nodded. "You may call me Anna if you want. I'm you after all. I cannot deny myself now can I?" she giggled as she playfully tapped his nose with a forefinger.

Harry giggled as he covered his nose with both of his small hands.

"Bambi..." She smiled. "Would you mind giving us a tour of the mansion?"

He readily returned her smile. "Of course, Mistress; you honored me by asking"

Trianna just tilted her head slightly and gave him a wondrous look. He only smiled cryptically. He offered her his hand to help her up. His eyes intense with an unknown dept. Trianna blinked, not exactly sure how to react to his strong gaze. She absently placed her hand on his and descended from the bed, holding Harry in her other arm. Her feet touched the thick carpet floor and she gracefully balanced herself and straightened up, standing erected. Her eyes still leveled with Bambi. She blinked.

"Bambi? Did you get taller?"

He did not answer. It was not needed. Trianna stepped closer. The hand, which was in his, moved to his left cheek blushing across to the corner of his eye.

"Your eyes, it changed. Bambi?" Trianna searched his eyes. She almost missed the warm hand that he placed over her own and sandwiched it on his cheek. She closed her eyes and tapped into her magic. She summoned the skill of sensory and weaved out threads of magical strings. She willed them to weave around Bambi form and search for his core of magic.

Bambi nearly moaned at the wonderful feeling of her magic blanketing him. It was intoxicating. He tried hard to keep his eyes open but it was too much. He bit his lip hard as she scanned his magic going deeper and deeper still to the very center of his core. He felt so vulnerable. His very essence of being was laid out in spotlighted display for her. Yet, he did not mind. He can feel more of the curse breaking and take pleasure in that fact.

Little Harry was not sure what was happening. He just knew that his bigger self was doing magic and he loved it. It felt wonderful. Her magic is different from his. He knew. He was not sure how he knew. He just does. Harry can see what she is doing. It was very cool in Harry's young mind. Anna body shimmer a pretty golden color and there were lots of ribbons shoot out from her back like wings. He really wanted to touch the pretty ribbons that were close to him but he did not want to upset Anna. She was so nice to him. It doesn't matter that she is him, in a way. The pretty ribbons wrapped around Bambi and soon, Bambi looked like he was hurt but Harry could tell that he was really happy.

Trianna gasped. She slowly let go of her magical hold on his person and simply starred into his molten golden eyes. They changed again. It was much more human like yet not. It was sharper and oh so intoxicating. She felt the strain in her arm and followed it.

"You grew again! How did it happen?" He was a good two inches taller than her now, standing at 5'2". His kin looked healthy and voided of any blemish. It glowed with health and youth. A soft bronze tan still greatly dominated by alabaster white.

"You're what happened, my Mistress" The intensity of his gaze caused her to shiver. His voice as deeper, but she knew that he had yet to unlock his true voice. Her magic confirmed it. The flow of his magic from his spoken words to this appearance was not yet in sync.

"Can we go now?" Harry whining voice broke the dense atmosphere like hot knife on butter. Trianna sigh in relief and Bambi looked quite annoyed at the interruption but he quickly hide it. He gave Harry a cheerful smile that Harry did not trust one bit and turned to lead the way out of the room. The Potters silently followed.

"Harry thinks Bambi like Anna"

Hey guys!

So for those who have read A Girl's Secret you probably noticed that it is almost at the part of stand still.

I'm not going to change much in the summer chapter. The only thing that will change is the Draco part, but you probably already know that.

Does it seem like i have or should change the pairing?

It was originally a Trianna/Draco pairing.

Just to be clear: No i do not write Yaoi.

What do you guys think I should do with Haanee?

I do not want him to go to Hogwarts. I'm not liking the thoughts of him being any where near Dumbledore. (oops, did i just gave that away? no biggy though)

I do need a vote, still. So leave a review and tell me.