Disclaimer: Honestly, if I was J.K Rowling or even owned these characters,
why would I write fanfiction??
Spoilers: Everything that has happened in the HP books
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Gagged, that was a new feeling for Harry. The bitter taste of an old cloth filled the inside of his mouth and try as he might, he couldn't spit the nasty thing out. Eyes opening he found himself tied as well, and placed spread-eagle upon a black marble table. Around him statues of unfamiliar deities stood unfeeling and ever watching. Flames from many torches flickered on the matching black walls and Harry could hear a faint rythmatic beating of drums somewhere around him. Realizing he could lift his head he checked his arms and saw the wings that were there were now gone.so were the bracelets. His first thought was that Rain had betrayed him somehow but then the memory of her being knocked out as well filtered back into his mind.
"Ncuuh foy Ncuuh," the strange words floated around him almost mockingly. "Rtqswmw fqw Sdduyfsrcsfo." again the strange words rose and fell with a beat almost in time with the pounding of the drums. Painfully the rhythm drilled itself into Harry's brain and there was no way he could block it. If only I had my wand! He thought fervently, hands closing into fists.
"Harry." the voice poured over him causing a chill to fall. He knew that voice, knew it like no other. "Your blood is my blood." Harry looked to where the speaker should have been and saw no one. "Your life is my life." Again Harry jerked his head to see the speaker and now he caught a glimpse of black hair and unfeeling cold jade eyes. As he made to focus on the voices' owner, a splash of ice cold water poured onto his face and he rose with a start.
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"Thought you would never wake up." Came the cool collected voice of Rain. Harry was upright and soaked from the shoulders up.
"Where-"
"We thought you were dead. You fell fifty feet."
I've fallen from higher Harry mused dryly but keeping that to himself. Wiping his face with a dirty sleeve he blinked and looked around. At least four Avitaas were standing in a huddle around him. Three males and Rain. All of them were covered with soot and two had their wings/arms torn in few areas. Even Rains' wings were matted with dirt and dried blood. Her brown eyes followed his gaze and shifted to hide the feathery appendages from his view.
"Don't worry about that. Are you feeling okay?"
Swallowing Harry only nodded in reply and decided not to mention the odd dream. Just to make sure, he checked and sure enough the golden bracelets were still attached to his wrists and they shimmered in the pale moonlight.
"Your wings were only temporary. They'll form only when I say they can." Rain commented, not knowing Harry's true line of thought.
"Wh." Harry licked his lips, his mouth felt like a desert. "What happened?"
"Tis a case of mistaken Identity Lad." Harry looked at the male who spoke and was instantly reminded of Cedric Diggory. "The whole Village was destroyed and when we saw you we assumed the worst."
"Why?" Harry wondered, trying to stand. Rain placed a firm hand on his shoulder and prevented him from rising completely.
"We feared the Dark Lord had come for again." The youngest of the group piped up. Again Harry connected him with a person he knew. Colin Creevy. His eyes were full of concern and there was a faint trace of fear.
"What doe he mean 'Dark Lord'?"
Rain sighed and kneeled down before launching into the story.
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The letter from Molly Weasley came more soon than she had expected. McGonagall had barely reached her own quarters after extracting as much information from Dumbledore as she possibly could and already the old owl Errol was waiting on the perch her owl "Hermes" usually sat upon. Waiting a while and removing her green over robes she walked over and removed the letter tied to the owls leg.
"You may rest as much as you need to Errol." She offered, slitting the letter open with a fingernail. The owl gave a feeble hoot of thanks and buried his head underneath his wing.
Minerva, Please tell me that what the Daily Prophet is printing isn't true. You-Know- Who couldn't of gotten to Harry---could he? The whole wizarding world is talking about it. I saw the article this morning and will Hogwarts still be open this school year? Arthur was pulled away from his job to investigate this and I'm heading over to my Mothers to comfort her. I hope Hogwarts can still take the kids. Please write as soon as you can,
With Love, Molly
McGonagall folded the letter up and went over to her desk. With all thoughts placed upon responding to the letter, she hardly realized the knocking on her door. Setting down her quill and grumbling, she went to open it to find a smug Sybil Trelawney standing there looking as always as an oversized bug.
"Yes Sybil?"
"I was right."
"Sybil, that bet ended a month ago. We already established that Sprout was growing things other than the regular plants." McGonagall said and made to close the door when Trelawney spoke again.
"No, about Potter. I was right."
It took all of McGonagalls' willpower to prevent herself from attacking the smirking woman standing before her. "Leave."
"He had bad fortune all around him, you knew that Minerva."
"Shove it Sybil." And the door closed with a satisfying slam. Returning to her desk, McGonagall blinked furiously to prevent the tears brimming. "For heavens sake, Minerva, he's a student."
And your Godson.a small voice in the back of her mind sounded off. McGonagall blinked once more and then allowed the first tear to fall. She recalled the first time Lily and James had brought Harry to visit them,; how Harry had instantly taken a liking to her; how Lily had broached the subject because how her, James, and Sirius were going to become Aurors and how she wanted Minerva just in case anything happened to any of them. McGonagall had promised and then watched as Dumbledore preformed the Fidelius Charm.
Shaking her head to clear the memories McGonagall simply rested her head upon her arms and finally cried for Harry.
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(Authors' Note) Sorry it took so long to post and that it's only a short chapter. The next one will be a lot longer as it finally explains what happened to Harry and who's after him. Review please or I might not find the heart to continue..joking!
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Gagged, that was a new feeling for Harry. The bitter taste of an old cloth filled the inside of his mouth and try as he might, he couldn't spit the nasty thing out. Eyes opening he found himself tied as well, and placed spread-eagle upon a black marble table. Around him statues of unfamiliar deities stood unfeeling and ever watching. Flames from many torches flickered on the matching black walls and Harry could hear a faint rythmatic beating of drums somewhere around him. Realizing he could lift his head he checked his arms and saw the wings that were there were now gone.so were the bracelets. His first thought was that Rain had betrayed him somehow but then the memory of her being knocked out as well filtered back into his mind.
"Ncuuh foy Ncuuh," the strange words floated around him almost mockingly. "Rtqswmw fqw Sdduyfsrcsfo." again the strange words rose and fell with a beat almost in time with the pounding of the drums. Painfully the rhythm drilled itself into Harry's brain and there was no way he could block it. If only I had my wand! He thought fervently, hands closing into fists.
"Harry." the voice poured over him causing a chill to fall. He knew that voice, knew it like no other. "Your blood is my blood." Harry looked to where the speaker should have been and saw no one. "Your life is my life." Again Harry jerked his head to see the speaker and now he caught a glimpse of black hair and unfeeling cold jade eyes. As he made to focus on the voices' owner, a splash of ice cold water poured onto his face and he rose with a start.
***********
"Thought you would never wake up." Came the cool collected voice of Rain. Harry was upright and soaked from the shoulders up.
"Where-"
"We thought you were dead. You fell fifty feet."
I've fallen from higher Harry mused dryly but keeping that to himself. Wiping his face with a dirty sleeve he blinked and looked around. At least four Avitaas were standing in a huddle around him. Three males and Rain. All of them were covered with soot and two had their wings/arms torn in few areas. Even Rains' wings were matted with dirt and dried blood. Her brown eyes followed his gaze and shifted to hide the feathery appendages from his view.
"Don't worry about that. Are you feeling okay?"
Swallowing Harry only nodded in reply and decided not to mention the odd dream. Just to make sure, he checked and sure enough the golden bracelets were still attached to his wrists and they shimmered in the pale moonlight.
"Your wings were only temporary. They'll form only when I say they can." Rain commented, not knowing Harry's true line of thought.
"Wh." Harry licked his lips, his mouth felt like a desert. "What happened?"
"Tis a case of mistaken Identity Lad." Harry looked at the male who spoke and was instantly reminded of Cedric Diggory. "The whole Village was destroyed and when we saw you we assumed the worst."
"Why?" Harry wondered, trying to stand. Rain placed a firm hand on his shoulder and prevented him from rising completely.
"We feared the Dark Lord had come for again." The youngest of the group piped up. Again Harry connected him with a person he knew. Colin Creevy. His eyes were full of concern and there was a faint trace of fear.
"What doe he mean 'Dark Lord'?"
Rain sighed and kneeled down before launching into the story.
*****
The letter from Molly Weasley came more soon than she had expected. McGonagall had barely reached her own quarters after extracting as much information from Dumbledore as she possibly could and already the old owl Errol was waiting on the perch her owl "Hermes" usually sat upon. Waiting a while and removing her green over robes she walked over and removed the letter tied to the owls leg.
"You may rest as much as you need to Errol." She offered, slitting the letter open with a fingernail. The owl gave a feeble hoot of thanks and buried his head underneath his wing.
Minerva, Please tell me that what the Daily Prophet is printing isn't true. You-Know- Who couldn't of gotten to Harry---could he? The whole wizarding world is talking about it. I saw the article this morning and will Hogwarts still be open this school year? Arthur was pulled away from his job to investigate this and I'm heading over to my Mothers to comfort her. I hope Hogwarts can still take the kids. Please write as soon as you can,
With Love, Molly
McGonagall folded the letter up and went over to her desk. With all thoughts placed upon responding to the letter, she hardly realized the knocking on her door. Setting down her quill and grumbling, she went to open it to find a smug Sybil Trelawney standing there looking as always as an oversized bug.
"Yes Sybil?"
"I was right."
"Sybil, that bet ended a month ago. We already established that Sprout was growing things other than the regular plants." McGonagall said and made to close the door when Trelawney spoke again.
"No, about Potter. I was right."
It took all of McGonagalls' willpower to prevent herself from attacking the smirking woman standing before her. "Leave."
"He had bad fortune all around him, you knew that Minerva."
"Shove it Sybil." And the door closed with a satisfying slam. Returning to her desk, McGonagall blinked furiously to prevent the tears brimming. "For heavens sake, Minerva, he's a student."
And your Godson.a small voice in the back of her mind sounded off. McGonagall blinked once more and then allowed the first tear to fall. She recalled the first time Lily and James had brought Harry to visit them,; how Harry had instantly taken a liking to her; how Lily had broached the subject because how her, James, and Sirius were going to become Aurors and how she wanted Minerva just in case anything happened to any of them. McGonagall had promised and then watched as Dumbledore preformed the Fidelius Charm.
Shaking her head to clear the memories McGonagall simply rested her head upon her arms and finally cried for Harry.
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(Authors' Note) Sorry it took so long to post and that it's only a short chapter. The next one will be a lot longer as it finally explains what happened to Harry and who's after him. Review please or I might not find the heart to continue..joking!
