Thank you to everyone who told me that Disney did not, in fact, make Anastasia. It was Fox. My bad ^^; The box threw me off, since it's like the boxes the Disney tapes are always in ^^;
Special thanks to: Klee(hehe, more then you know ^_~), sev's-gurl(thank you ^_^), BigMamaG(same here! ^__^), Lady Norbert(your right, my bad ^^), Basilisk(thanks! ^_^ the Sirius Black as the "grandmother" thing was a moment's decision, that I like :), SarWolf Snape(and more you shall have ^_^), Chan(your right, thank you for telling me ^_^), anya(will do ^_~), Asioleh(favorites here too ^_^)
Something to remember, the Dursley's are NOT related to Harry in ANY way ^_^
~*~Ten Years Later~*~
Star made her way through the crowded streets, listening to the people around her. London was always full of rumors, and the latest one that had *everyone* talking was the story of the Potter's downfall, ten years earlier.
"Although the Potters did not survive, their son may be still alive!" one wizard informed her.
"The boy named Harry Potter!" the excited crowd yelled.
The first wizard looked nervous as he hurried away, "but please do not repeat!"
Star smirked, knowing that would never happen. "It's a rumor, a legend, a mystery! Something whispered in an alleyway or through a crack! It's a rumor that's part of our history!"
She passed a witch selling snow globes from her cart, "they say his godfather Sirius Black will pay a royal sum, to someone who can bring his godson back!"
"Hey, Star!"
The girl stopped, turning around. She smiled upon seeing who called her, rushing over to him.
"Draco!"
The two murmured to each other, before continuing together on their way. They passed some marketers selling items. Draco stopped to watch as the first marketer tried to sell a messed-up looking painting.
"A knut for this painting! It's Potter, I swear!"
The boy shook his head, going over to Star as she inspected a pair of pajamas another marketer was selling.
"The Potter's pajamas. Friend, buy the pair!"
Draco pulled Star away, to the last marketer who was holding a large shred of cloth.
"I got this from their home; took it on a whim!"
Draco looked pleased with it, nodding and tossing the man a knut. He and Star walked away, both looking excited. "It could be worth a fortune, if it belonged to him!"
"Draco, I got us a theater," Star told him happily.
"Everything's going according to plan, Star," Draco replied, just as happy. "All we need now is the boy."
They started up a wooden staircase.
"Just think, no more forging papers, no more stolen goods. We'll have three tickets out of here. One for you, one for me, and one for Harry Potter!"
Draco threw Star the cloth as they entered a room, both of them stuffing items into a bag each. Draco opened a cupboard, pulling out a golden Snitch and stuffing it in his bag. "It's the rumor, the legend, the mystery. It's the wizard Harry Potter who will help us fly!" He turned, grinning at Star. "You and I friend, will go down in history! We'll find a boy to play the part, and teach him what to say. Dress him up and take him to Scotland! Imagine the reward his dear godfather will pay! Who else could pull it off but you and me? We'll be rich!"
"We'll be rich!" Star agreed, standing with the boy on the balcony of their home, overlooking the people on the streets below.
"We'll be out!"
"We'll be out!"
"And London will have some more to talk about!" they said together, before jumping off the balcony and sliding down the snowy roof with laughter.
"Have you heard, there's a rumor in London," the crowd continued. "Have you heard, what they're saying on the street?"
Draco and Star hurried through the people, jumping onto the trolley as it rolled passed.
"A fascinating mystery!" Star exclaimed.
"The biggest con in history!" Draco corrected her.
"The boy named Harry Potter!" the crowd sang. "Alive or dead?"
"Who knows?" said a window washer. "Shh!"
~*~
"Bye, Harry!" little children called, waving from the dirty windows of an orphanage.
A boy about sixteen years old waved back up at them, "goodbye!"
He had untidy-looking black hair, and sparkling emerald eyes hidden behind glasses.
"I got you a job at the fish factory," a sour-looking woman said as she led him away from the building. She was sickly thin; her neck too long and her face like a horse. "You go straight down this path until you get to the fork in the road. Turn left--"
"Bye!" Harry continued to wave to the children.
"Are you listening to me?!" the woman demanded.
Harry turned to her, "I'm listening, Mrs. Dursley."
"You've been a thorn in my side since you were brought here," Petunia grumbled, grabbing Harry's scarf and pulling him behind her.
The boy choked, grabbing the material that was wrapped around his neck as he followed.
"For ten years I've fed you, I've clothed you--"
"You've kept a roof over my head," Harry finished for her, sighing in relief when he released himself from the scarf.
Petunia glared at him, throwing the boy back his scarf, "how *is* it you don't remember a thing before you came to us, but you can remember all that?"
"I don't know how I can't remember," Harry said. "But I have this."
He pulled at the chain around his neck, a ring popping from inside the collar of his shirt.
"Ugh, I know," Petunia grabbed the ring, holding it up so she could read the inscription. "'Together in Scotland'," she sneered. "So, you want to go there to find your family, huh?"
"Uh huh," Harry nodded, smiling.
"Ha! It's time you found your place in life," Petunia snarled, pushing Harry through the gates. "In life and in line. And be grateful, too!"
Harry raised his chin slightly in defiance, then turned and started away from the orphanage.
"Together in Scotland!" Petunia called mockingly after him, then started laughing.
~*~
Harry sighed as he made his way down the snowy road, his scarf hanging out of the pocket of his oversized, shin-length coat.
"Be grateful," he scoffed, mocking Petunia's voice. "I *am* grateful. Grateful to get away!"
The boy stopped at the fork in the road, looking at the sign which told him what was where.
"'Go left,' she says," he muttered. "Well, I know what's to the left. I'll be Harry the orphan forever." He smiled, taking a few steps on the other road. "But if I go right.. maybe I can find.." His smile faded, and he sighed. "But *me*, go to Scotland? How crazy is that?" Harry took the ring in his fingers, studying it. "Whoever gave me this necklace *must* have loved me. I need a sign. Something, *anything*, to help me decide what to do."
So, he plopped down in the snow under the sign; waiting with his hand under his chin. Hearing the flap of wings, Harry stood and looked up. A pure white owl stood perched on the road sign, above the words, 'London'. Harry stared in awe at the bird, never before having seen anything so beautiful.
The owl hooted at him, looking into the direction of London, then back to him. When Harry continued to stare, the owl flew down and landed on his shoulder, giving his ear a playful nip.
"Oh, great," Harry muttered. "An *owl* wants me to go to London."
He gasped, his eyes wide. The owl flew off his shoulder and over to a tree on the path to London, looking at him and hooting.
"Okay," Harry said cautiously, "I can take a hint."
He started forward on the road to London, slowly at first with his eyes on the owl.
"Heart don't fail me now!
Courage don't desert me!
Don't turn back, now that we're here," Harry sang.
"People always say,
life is full of choices,
no one ever mentions fear!
Or how the world can seem so vast,
on a journey... to the past."
He smiled as the owl flew above him, going the way he was.
"Somewhere down this road,
I know someone's waiting.
Years of dreams just can't be wrong!
Arms will open wide,
I'll be safe and wanted,
finally home where I belong.
Well, starting now I'm learning fast,
on this journey -- to the past."
Harry passed a family of two children and their parents. The laughed and ran around him, the two playing in the snow with the owl. Harry waved as he continued on his way, the family waving back.
"Home, Love, Family.
There was once a time,
I must have had them, too.
Home, Love, Family.
I will never be complete
until I find you..."
Harry smiled as the owl landed on his shoulder, and he lifted a hand to pet her soft feathers.
"One step at a time,
one hope, then another,
who knows where this road may go --
Back to who I was,
on to find my future,
things my heart still needs to know.
Yes, let this be a sign!
Let this road be mine!
Let it lead me to my past,
and bring me home..
At last!"
Harry stood with the owl still on his shoulder, on a hill over-looking the town below in London. He smiled, knowing his destiny was waiting for him.
Special thanks to: Klee(hehe, more then you know ^_~), sev's-gurl(thank you ^_^), BigMamaG(same here! ^__^), Lady Norbert(your right, my bad ^^), Basilisk(thanks! ^_^ the Sirius Black as the "grandmother" thing was a moment's decision, that I like :), SarWolf Snape(and more you shall have ^_^), Chan(your right, thank you for telling me ^_^), anya(will do ^_~), Asioleh(favorites here too ^_^)
Something to remember, the Dursley's are NOT related to Harry in ANY way ^_^
~*~Ten Years Later~*~
Star made her way through the crowded streets, listening to the people around her. London was always full of rumors, and the latest one that had *everyone* talking was the story of the Potter's downfall, ten years earlier.
"Although the Potters did not survive, their son may be still alive!" one wizard informed her.
"The boy named Harry Potter!" the excited crowd yelled.
The first wizard looked nervous as he hurried away, "but please do not repeat!"
Star smirked, knowing that would never happen. "It's a rumor, a legend, a mystery! Something whispered in an alleyway or through a crack! It's a rumor that's part of our history!"
She passed a witch selling snow globes from her cart, "they say his godfather Sirius Black will pay a royal sum, to someone who can bring his godson back!"
"Hey, Star!"
The girl stopped, turning around. She smiled upon seeing who called her, rushing over to him.
"Draco!"
The two murmured to each other, before continuing together on their way. They passed some marketers selling items. Draco stopped to watch as the first marketer tried to sell a messed-up looking painting.
"A knut for this painting! It's Potter, I swear!"
The boy shook his head, going over to Star as she inspected a pair of pajamas another marketer was selling.
"The Potter's pajamas. Friend, buy the pair!"
Draco pulled Star away, to the last marketer who was holding a large shred of cloth.
"I got this from their home; took it on a whim!"
Draco looked pleased with it, nodding and tossing the man a knut. He and Star walked away, both looking excited. "It could be worth a fortune, if it belonged to him!"
"Draco, I got us a theater," Star told him happily.
"Everything's going according to plan, Star," Draco replied, just as happy. "All we need now is the boy."
They started up a wooden staircase.
"Just think, no more forging papers, no more stolen goods. We'll have three tickets out of here. One for you, one for me, and one for Harry Potter!"
Draco threw Star the cloth as they entered a room, both of them stuffing items into a bag each. Draco opened a cupboard, pulling out a golden Snitch and stuffing it in his bag. "It's the rumor, the legend, the mystery. It's the wizard Harry Potter who will help us fly!" He turned, grinning at Star. "You and I friend, will go down in history! We'll find a boy to play the part, and teach him what to say. Dress him up and take him to Scotland! Imagine the reward his dear godfather will pay! Who else could pull it off but you and me? We'll be rich!"
"We'll be rich!" Star agreed, standing with the boy on the balcony of their home, overlooking the people on the streets below.
"We'll be out!"
"We'll be out!"
"And London will have some more to talk about!" they said together, before jumping off the balcony and sliding down the snowy roof with laughter.
"Have you heard, there's a rumor in London," the crowd continued. "Have you heard, what they're saying on the street?"
Draco and Star hurried through the people, jumping onto the trolley as it rolled passed.
"A fascinating mystery!" Star exclaimed.
"The biggest con in history!" Draco corrected her.
"The boy named Harry Potter!" the crowd sang. "Alive or dead?"
"Who knows?" said a window washer. "Shh!"
~*~
"Bye, Harry!" little children called, waving from the dirty windows of an orphanage.
A boy about sixteen years old waved back up at them, "goodbye!"
He had untidy-looking black hair, and sparkling emerald eyes hidden behind glasses.
"I got you a job at the fish factory," a sour-looking woman said as she led him away from the building. She was sickly thin; her neck too long and her face like a horse. "You go straight down this path until you get to the fork in the road. Turn left--"
"Bye!" Harry continued to wave to the children.
"Are you listening to me?!" the woman demanded.
Harry turned to her, "I'm listening, Mrs. Dursley."
"You've been a thorn in my side since you were brought here," Petunia grumbled, grabbing Harry's scarf and pulling him behind her.
The boy choked, grabbing the material that was wrapped around his neck as he followed.
"For ten years I've fed you, I've clothed you--"
"You've kept a roof over my head," Harry finished for her, sighing in relief when he released himself from the scarf.
Petunia glared at him, throwing the boy back his scarf, "how *is* it you don't remember a thing before you came to us, but you can remember all that?"
"I don't know how I can't remember," Harry said. "But I have this."
He pulled at the chain around his neck, a ring popping from inside the collar of his shirt.
"Ugh, I know," Petunia grabbed the ring, holding it up so she could read the inscription. "'Together in Scotland'," she sneered. "So, you want to go there to find your family, huh?"
"Uh huh," Harry nodded, smiling.
"Ha! It's time you found your place in life," Petunia snarled, pushing Harry through the gates. "In life and in line. And be grateful, too!"
Harry raised his chin slightly in defiance, then turned and started away from the orphanage.
"Together in Scotland!" Petunia called mockingly after him, then started laughing.
~*~
Harry sighed as he made his way down the snowy road, his scarf hanging out of the pocket of his oversized, shin-length coat.
"Be grateful," he scoffed, mocking Petunia's voice. "I *am* grateful. Grateful to get away!"
The boy stopped at the fork in the road, looking at the sign which told him what was where.
"'Go left,' she says," he muttered. "Well, I know what's to the left. I'll be Harry the orphan forever." He smiled, taking a few steps on the other road. "But if I go right.. maybe I can find.." His smile faded, and he sighed. "But *me*, go to Scotland? How crazy is that?" Harry took the ring in his fingers, studying it. "Whoever gave me this necklace *must* have loved me. I need a sign. Something, *anything*, to help me decide what to do."
So, he plopped down in the snow under the sign; waiting with his hand under his chin. Hearing the flap of wings, Harry stood and looked up. A pure white owl stood perched on the road sign, above the words, 'London'. Harry stared in awe at the bird, never before having seen anything so beautiful.
The owl hooted at him, looking into the direction of London, then back to him. When Harry continued to stare, the owl flew down and landed on his shoulder, giving his ear a playful nip.
"Oh, great," Harry muttered. "An *owl* wants me to go to London."
He gasped, his eyes wide. The owl flew off his shoulder and over to a tree on the path to London, looking at him and hooting.
"Okay," Harry said cautiously, "I can take a hint."
He started forward on the road to London, slowly at first with his eyes on the owl.
"Heart don't fail me now!
Courage don't desert me!
Don't turn back, now that we're here," Harry sang.
"People always say,
life is full of choices,
no one ever mentions fear!
Or how the world can seem so vast,
on a journey... to the past."
He smiled as the owl flew above him, going the way he was.
"Somewhere down this road,
I know someone's waiting.
Years of dreams just can't be wrong!
Arms will open wide,
I'll be safe and wanted,
finally home where I belong.
Well, starting now I'm learning fast,
on this journey -- to the past."
Harry passed a family of two children and their parents. The laughed and ran around him, the two playing in the snow with the owl. Harry waved as he continued on his way, the family waving back.
"Home, Love, Family.
There was once a time,
I must have had them, too.
Home, Love, Family.
I will never be complete
until I find you..."
Harry smiled as the owl landed on his shoulder, and he lifted a hand to pet her soft feathers.
"One step at a time,
one hope, then another,
who knows where this road may go --
Back to who I was,
on to find my future,
things my heart still needs to know.
Yes, let this be a sign!
Let this road be mine!
Let it lead me to my past,
and bring me home..
At last!"
Harry stood with the owl still on his shoulder, on a hill over-looking the town below in London. He smiled, knowing his destiny was waiting for him.
