A Good Old Fashioned Fairy Tale
A Good Old Fashioned Fairy Tale
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, but to the talented Miss J.K. Rowling.
Oh goodness, look what's happened. I've gone much too far with the plot, and with everything. So in order for you to understand, we must take a step far back in time, when Harry Potter was still small and still living with is cruel aunt and uncle.~*~*

Many people don't believe in fairies, but despite what people believe, they exist and they live alongside wizards in sections of the magical world. There are many different kinds of fairies, there are flower fairies, tree fairies, snow fairies, ice fairies, and even fairies of the heavens, the sun, the moon and the stars.

The earth and garden fairies are permitted to wonder freely among humans and you may see one someday, if you happen to be strolling along in a particularly dense bit of the forest. You may see a flower twitch suddenly and flit off into a different part of the wood.

The rest of the fairies however, of the clouds, and the sun, and the moon, and the stars can only watch humans, from their perches high up in the sky, coming down only occasionally when it was absolutely necessary.

But of all the fairies, perhaps the most beautiful and elegant of them all are the fairies of the royal family, the daughters of the fairy king. There was one such fairy, who was different from all the rest, even if she was of noble blood. She was the youngest of the king's daughters, and it was said, she was the most beautiful of them all.

Her hair, was long and fiery red and gold, the color of the blazing sun. Her skin, was milky white in reflection of the moon's ghostly iridescent glow. Long dark lashes framed her eyes, shimmering pools of jade green, echoing the cool green depths of the ocean. Her lips were ruby red, silencing the beauty of most luscious crimson rose. Her wings, glittered and danced as if someone had painted them with a newborn star.

Being a child of the earth and sky, she was able to go wherever she pleased within the magical world, and only one place was forbidden to her, and that was the muggle world. It was forbidden by magical law to be witnessed by the eyes of an alleged nonbeliever. The ministry of magic, had an entire department devoted to the presence of fairy folk in the non-magical world, and the lack there of.

And believe me, the little fairy made good use of her right to wonder, one of her favorite thing's to do was hang on a drifting cloud and watch the world slip by. In fact she loved it so much, that watching was mainly all she did. While the other fairies frolicked about, and attended fairy balls, and danced and laughed and a caused a great deal of mischief, the little fairy was content just to sit herself in someone's primrose bush and watch with great hungry eyes.

But in those early days when she would watch innocently, she was happy and satisfied with merely watching, and she still enjoyed her fairy life. Occasionally she would slip into one of the balls and dance, or race with her friends on the backs of dragonflies, or catch a ride on an early spring breeze and let herself drift lazily along. But all her frolicking and merry making disappeared one day due to a certain curious discovery.

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She had been riding happily along on a cool May breeze, and it had blown itself to a halt right into a delicious sunny patch of thick, springy grass. Delighted, she rolled off the breeze and prepared to spread herself out on the grass, and drink in the lovely rays. But as she'd just settled herself down, she heard a door slam and she bolted frightfully to a nearby bush.

Cowering behind the leaves, she peeped cautiously out to see a tiny boy staggering down the garden path with an enormous laundry basket clasped in his thin arms. The basket was nearly twice his size and he stumbled blindly down the path, tripping over some porcelain garden gnomes. "You be careful!" A shrill voice called from the house, " I won't have you spilling our wet laundry all over the yard!" The boy nodded solemnly behind the monstrous load.

He finally came to a halt when he careened clumsily into the clothesline pole. He set the huge basket down, rubbing his little arms and sighed. The clothesline dangled from two poles, far above his head, so he dragged a lawn chair over and clambered on top of it, in order to pin the clothes to the line.

The little fairy watched from her bush in shock, why was such a tiny boy doing all this work? She was especially horrified when a giant burly man strode from the house with red skin and a thick moustache, followed by a short, plump boy who appeared to be almost, his miniature, except for a wave of platinum blonde hair plastered to his forehead. They pulled up two deck chairs and lazed about, watching the small boy work, sipping two large, ice, cold lemonades.

Now the boy had set down his load, she got a good look at him, and her heart melted for him, as the sun beat down on his small, dark head. His skin was very fair, if slightly sunburnt and he wore a pair of glasses with black frames, and tape all round the edges. He had masses of thick, dark hair that sprung up in all directions, lying tousled on his damp forehead. His eyes were a brilliant shade of green, and the most remarkable thing about him, was the jagged scar on his forehead, resembling a sort of crooked lightning bolt. He was very small, and very slender and had on a pair of horribly baggy overalls, that hung loosely on his thin frame.

When he'd finally hung up every article of clothing, he paused for a moment to rest on the upturned laundry basket. "Get up boy!" The beefy man barked, going very red in the face. "I won't have you lazing about on the job! And if you're finished, go on inside and see what other work needs to be done." The boy rose, stiffly to his feet, but paused for a moment, and shut his eyes, as a cool breeze rifled his hair. "Now!" His eyes snapped open, and whisking up the laundry basket, he darted away inside the house.

The little fairy watched the house anxiously for several minutes, hoping the boy would appear, but to no avail. And finally, she sunk back against the leaves, lost in a whirl of thoughts. She realized now, that this was a muggle neighborhood, and she was to be in very deep trouble, if she was caught here. But that thought hardly entered her mind, she was too busy drowning in sorrow for the small, dark haired boy. How could those people be so cruel? Her hands curled into fists of anger as she remembered the delighted smirk on the beefy man's face. She wanted to help the boy somehow, but how could she do that if he wasn't even allowed to see her? She sighed, exhausted with these plaguing thoughts. Giving one last longing look at the small, prim house, she rose into the air and flew home.

**Well, I hoped you like it so far, don't worry there's lots more to come, and please don't forget to review. Write nice long ones, too I don't mind if you ramble. Well, until next time…