Fairy of my Heart
Prolog
121
31/7/90
A rip in the night sky tore itself into being. From this hole in reality, motes of pale fire rained down on the forest below.
Now one would think that a hole in the night sky would be noticed, but tonight the few people that were close enough to see it, were drinking toasts to a now ten year old boy, and not watching the night sky. Those who were looking in the correct direction, were either too far away or missing the 'lenses' or 'filter' on reality to see what was in front of their eyes.
Over a hundred 'spots' of ghost flame fell on the forest in Northern Scotland, and only three people noticed. One was 'watching' through his dreams, he caught their Fear, as they ran from what ever drove them to crawl through a rip in the night sky. One was the Rune-caster that had opened the Gate, hearing their cries and was moved to risk it all to help those that could not help themselves. The third was her Daughter.
That was the night, the witch died, as her focus she used to open the rift, cracked, shattered, and killed her. It is why her daughter sees things no one else can, and can hear them. Oh, Daddy can see a beastie or two, but not the flying ghost lights Mommy saved that night.
121
30/04/92
Creeping through the night, Harry holding the Lantern, while Draco held the leash of the Boar Hound. It was approaching midnight, as the sounds of the insects had fallen away, and the only thing moving tonight seemed to be the students.
Harry stumbled, dropping the lantern, causing it to snuff itself.
As the darkness swept into swallow the lads, Harry noticed a trio of ghostly orbs swirling about over something to his right. Drawing his wand, he snapped the stick, a nervous tick he had developed… "Lumos." the tip of his wand bloomed into a minor star, illuminating the Forest in all directions for about twenty feet.
There at the edge of his pool of light, something glinted back at him. A Unicorn sprawled across the ground, it's hair all but glowing in the pale light from the Wand. What really got Potter's attention was the Blood pooling under the beast's neck.
Seeing the Gasping beast, Draco spooked, and ran from the clearing, Fang trotting at his heels.
Having spent more than a night in the Medical Wing, and being the paranoid child he was, he had picked up the wand motions and incations for the three simple healing spells. Kneeling by the gasping beast, Harry swiped his wand over the bite-mark. "First we must clean the Wound. Perpurgo." The dirt and debris were wiped from the wound. "Episkey." "That should close the wound, but it looks to be leaving a scar." He ran his off hand over the head of the beast. He felt a drain on his magic, a simple sucking as like someone trying to draw his power from the core out his palm. Not really knowing how to stop it, he allowed it to pour into the wounded animal, picturing it healing and living.
While he was distracted with the Unicorn, the three 'lights' swarmed him, before piercing his back, and burrowing under his heart. They pulsed three three times, before fading into the background of his aura and magic.
While he was tending to the Unicorn, a shade, darker than Black, rared up to attack him, only to be driven off by a beast as golden as the Unicorn was white. Soon Hagrid arrived with the rest of the night's patrol.
The rest as they say, is history.