A/N I know this story isn't really going anywhere yet, but as soon as this chapter and the next are done, you'll be completely informed of the entire backround info on Harry and Peg.
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Peg and Harry just stared. For several minutes, no one said anything. Then, at last, Peg spoke.
"Excuse me?" she said in absolute amazment. "Care to run that past me again? In human terms? What's that mean? We aren't human?! And also, if I heard you correctly, which, with these" she pointed at her ears, "I should be able to, you said, 'My children.' Please tell me you were speaking metephorically. Cause, see, ya know, that would mean, that in all the time I've known you, you have failed to tell me that my mother" her lip began to tremble. "isn't who I thought she was? That I am not an Evans, but a Potter? That-that-that everything I've ever belived to be true wasn't? And worst of all," her voice dropped. "that I have a brother? If you tell me it's true, I may never be able to forgive you. So tell me: Is it true? Are you my mother? Is Harry my brother?"
Destiny nodded silently. "It is true. I wanted to tell you, but I never dreamed that you would be this upset. Harry is your twin. And," she added. "to answer your first question," deep breath, "no, you aren't human. Your bodies take a human shape, but, no, until your death, you will never be fully human."
"Mum?" asked Harry quietly. Destiny nodded. "If we aren't, human, than, what are we?"
"As strange as this may sound, you are Potters. Potters are creatures so rare that only Potters themselves, their wives, and those who must know, like Professor Dumbledore, are aware that such a creature exists. To all others, Potters are a family line. Only six have ever been in existance at one time: a set of twins, their father and aunt, and their children. They are the only creatures who must be controlled by destiny. Not the person. No, never me. The force. Their destinies control them. I am merely the one who guides you. I am not your destiny. I am your mother."
"No you're not," muttered Peg mutinously.
"I know it's hard to accept, but-" started Lily.
"You are not my mother!" screamed Peg. "A mother does not do to her daughter what you have done to me!"
"Hush," muttered Destiny. "The others are coming in."
"SO?! Let them hear! They'll find out anyway," Peg hollared at Destiny, then continued ranting. "You told me that I was born in the Spi. Plane. Then, when I was four, you sent me down here, to learn how to be a Muggle from Mr. Weasley. He taught me, and all the others learned too. But Ron was too young to remember me. Finally, I was ready. I went back to Little Whinging, and I did what you said, to protect Harry, to befriend him, but not, under any circumstances, to fall in love with him. And do you know what? That's exactly what I did! When I came here, at six years old, I met him, and I befriended him when no one else would, just like you told me to. When we got into school, and Dudley chased him and beat him up and tried to kill him on a daily basis, I protected him from Dudley, just like you said. Then, just before I turned 11, you put me into spirit form, to protect him, and learn along side him, without my noticing. I did. In his second year, I called down Fawks to bring the Sorting Hat to him. I watched him grow up. And then, before my fourteenth birthday, I realized something: I did exactly what you told me to never do. I fell in love with him."
"No you didn't," said Destiny hopelessly. "You learned to love him. That was the point. You had to love him, otherwise-"
"My destiny wouldn't be fulfilled?" finished Peg mockingly.
"No," said Destiny firmly. "I don't care what you say. I am your mother, and you will not speak to me like that."
"And just how are you going to stop me?"
"Margeret Lillian Potter!!" screeched Destiny. All the Gryffindors that had filtered in gasped. Harry and Peg put their hands over their sensitive ears. "You may or may not believe it, but I am your mother, and if you ever speak to me like that again, I will take you straight back to Elysium and throttle you to within an inch of your life!"
"Elysium?" asked Harry curiously.
"I'll explain later dear," said Destiny fondly.
"Oh that's fair," said Peg sarcastically. "Yeah, scream at me, then be all kind to him. You know, if you're my mother, that's favoratism. I could be traumatized for life. They always favor the baby of the family."
"Peg," sighed Harry. "You know what? If she'd yelled at me too, I'd be very happy about that. I never even had a mother to fight with. I had an aunt and an uncle. Their word was law. It was their way, or the highway. I was never spanked, or put in the corner when I was bad. They beat me. OK? They hit me with a leather belt until I cried. Then they sent me to the cupboard where I lived for eleven years, and I wasn't fed for a week. That's what happened when I burnt the bacon. I had no friends. Do you know what that's like? To be completely and utterly alone? No--I don't suppose you do." he added after a silent pause, in which everyone else shifted uneasily.
"Harry-" started Peg, but he held up a hand and turned to Destiny.
"So, go on," he prompted.
"Well," she looked around at the watching crowd, who all looked away quickly. "this isn't really a public conversation. I'll explain it all to you later."
"NO!" yelled Peg. "You tell us something like this, then expect us to wait until tomorrow to finish the story."
"I said later," replied Destiny cooly. "Not tomorrow necciserily. Just after I've had time to--speak to the Elders."
"No! Tell me now! I demand to know!"
"OK," sighed Destiny. "This is what I can tell you. You are Potters, like I said. A Potter is a mixture of creatures. This combination makes Potters potentially the most powerful creatures in the universe. There is nearly every type of blood flowing through your veins. Vampyr, as I see you have already experianced, werewolf, umm..."
"Oh joy," muttered Harry darkly.
"-basilisk-"
"That explains a lot," muttered Harry and Peg together.
"There are also good things in you too," said Destiny. "Unicorns-"
Peg snorted.
"-mermaids-"
"I'm part mermaid?" asked Harry, looking horror-struck.
"-uh..let's see here. There's also...well elementals."
"Umm?" asked Harry, looking for permission to speak. When Destiny turned to him he added, "I don't think I really want to know, but how exactly did unicorn blood get into our veins?"
"Ah. Yes. That," said Destiny, looking rather flustered. "I don't think you want to know either. But, that's just suffice it to say that your great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather A/N Does anyone know how many great's that is??? I'd be so happy if you'd count them 4 me! was...not entirely..." she trailed off. "Well, his elevater didn't go all the way to the top."
As Peg ran this new information through her mind, her face became one of such utter disgust, that it clearly could not have been made by a human. "He screwed a unicorn?!" she asked in revulsion.
"Peg!" said Destiny in shock. "What horrid language to use!"
"OK," she said testily. "He-he-he f-f-f...." she stopped, inable to find the right words.
"Fornicated," supplied Hermione without thinking.
"Yeah! That's the word!" said Peg brightly. "Thank you. So he, fornicated with a unicorn?!"
"Yeah."
"Ugh!" exclaimed Harry. "That sound worse than drinking its blood."
"I always knew there was something weird about you," said someone loudly.
"And what about the mermish?" continued Harry. "I mean, they have tails, and an entirely different reproductive process than humans."
"Do you honestly spend all your time looking up the mating habits of every creature?" asked Peg sarcastically. "Do like read 'Irrelevent Facts You'll Never Need To Know' or something?"
"Hey that's a good book," Harry joked defensively. "Hermione made me read that last year."
"Ha ha ha," said Hermione sarcastically. "Oh stop. My side, it hurts."
"And, what exactly is an elemental?" Peg asked cautiously. "I mean, I've heard the legends, but I always thought they were stories, legends told to frighten the gullable."
"Oh no," said Destiny, with a slight grimace. "They are quite real. In fact, they are the most powerful creatures in existance."
"OK," said Hermione suddenly. "I know I'm not in this conversation, but I'm confused. You just said that elementals are the most powerful creatures, but a couple minutes ago, you said that they were." she finished, indicating Peg and Harry.
"Well, yes and no," said Destiny. "I said that Potters are potentially the most powerful beings. Elementals have all amounts of their power from day one. In fact, they have no day one. Elementals, have always been and always will be. There are only five. The elementals of Fire, Lightening, Water, Light and Dark, and Love."
"But that's six," said Peg, counting on her fingers.
"No, because the youngest is the elemental of Light and Dark," replied Destiny. "The elementals put their spirits into the bodies of others. You two, are two of them. The other three have yet to be found. That is, if they are in human bodies. Any one person gifted with the element is called a Child of the Apocolypse. Together, they will bring about the One True Death. This is assumed to be the Apocolypse, the death of everything.
"This is all translated from ancient texts. A dead form of Latin. It is a strange mix of mostly Latin, dashed with Mermish and Parseltongue, so that only a Potter can read it. However, several of the words are written in a different langauge. Your father, Sirius, and and Professor Dumbledore searched for its key for years. It was never found, so we can't be sure of anything. But once all of it has been translated, we will know everything about you and what you represent. However, the two of you being twins-"
Their was a collective gasp from the onlookers.
"The two of you being twins," she continued, undaunted. "Are most likely related. Like Fire and Lightening, the two most dangerous, are often represented by twins, because they have a tendency to go hand-in-hand."
"Example?"
"Well, Lightening strikes a tree, and it catches Fire," said Destiny slowly. "However, that may not be the case, I don't really know. Until your powers manifest, there is no way of knowing."
"But how do you know if someone's an elemental?" asked Harry.
"Because it shows in their personality," explained Destiny. "as well as in the way things affect them. When Voldemort-"
The whole room flinched, except for Harry, Peg, and Hermione.
"When You-Know-Who attacked our house, he used the most powerful curse known to wizard. It is one of the few that don't leave any mark at all. I did some digging a few months before you were born and I found out that Tom Riddle attacked and killed his father and grandparents in 1944. They were found on the floor of their dining room. A man was arrested for their murder, but when the bodies were examined, no mark of stabbing, shooting, poison, strangling, drowning, or any form of death had occured at all.
"He had killed them from the doorway probably, because it was the only place where he could've been seen to put the look of terror on their faces that was found. That's at least twenty feet from the victims. But when he tried to kill you, he was at such a close range-right over my body in fact-that when he performed the spell, it cut you. This would've happened anyway, but it would've been a slash right across your forehead.
"Instead, you healed it almost instantly without knowing it. It was intinct. By using those powers to heal it, it healed into the shape of a lightening bolt. That is the symbol of the elemental of Lightening."
"The symbol?" asked Peg curiously.
"Yes," said Destiny. "Every elemental has a symbol that relates in some way to it's domain. Water's symbol is a trident. Lightening's is a bolt of lightening. Light and Dark is a circle inside of which is a curve, forming a crescent moon, with rays around the opposite portion. And the rest are unknown. But likely they will all be relatively obvious. And they will all be natural. Perhaps the way a cut healed, a burn, or a birthmark. But beyond that, I don't know anything about how to identify it."
"And what makes you think, Mrs. Potter," said a loud voice from the back of the room. Everyone turned to it, and saw Rita Skeeter standing there, no handbag or anything. It was obvious to Hermione and Harry that she had just come by in Animagus form. "that I won't take all this to the highest bidder?"
"That's the easiest question I've had to answer all night," said Destiny smoothly, looking straight at the long-nailed journalist, who recoiled slightly in fear. "Do you really think that you can get away? In case you haven't noticed, these two," she pointed at Harry and Peg. "have just recieved a dose of what it's like to be a vampyr. If you transform into a beetle, I think you will find yourself with a great dislike of pancakes, if you get my meaning. Besides, the instant you leave this room, no matter what shape, you will forget everything you have heard since you first entered this castle. The same to you all," she added, looking at the room around her.
"So to us, they'll just be vampyrs?" asked Hermione.
"No," said Destiny. "You will continue to treat them like they are human. In your subconcious, however, you will always have this information. Ron especially. He may have nightmares about this forever, although he will believe that is all they are. Ron will be told, upon waking, that he tripped in the great hall and fell on a knife, thus the slight mark in his throat."
Hermione gasped loudly and put her hands to her throat.
"You will all believe this. I will make rounds tonight to cast the appropriate spells on the rest of the castle. I have spoken to Professor Dumbledore, and we have agreed that this is for the best."
Hermione nodded her head sadly.
"And you two," said Destiny strictly, looking back at Harry and Peg. "Don't you ever tell anyone. Not even Hermione or Ron. Especially Ron. He may never forgive you Peg. And...that wouldn't be good."
"Why?" said Peg, looking at Destiny in alarm and raising her eyebrows. "Please tell me I'm not marrying him."
"No, you'll have a rather...explosive relationship."
"Explosive?" asked Peg, raising her eyebrows further. "Like firey explosive or BOOM explosive?"
"Both," replied Destiny cryptically.
"What?"
"You'll see in the morning," she whispered, grinning slightly.
"OK," said Peg uncertainly. "I guess...."
"But what about this manifestation of powers?" asked Harry with a hint of worry in his voice. "Will it be like this morning?"
"No," said Destiny. "I don't think so, anyway. They will manifest when you need them most. I really don't know that much about it. What I do know know, I learned from your father. But he wasn't a Child. He was just a Potter. He didn't know anything about elementals or their gift except for the legends. All I know for sure about this is that it will happen soon, and there is one thing you can do to tell: your eyes will sort of glow a color specific to your gift. This is the power the is stored up inside you, getting ready to be released. It will be released from your eyes, or the middle of your forehead. This is because it is built up in your brain, but as you learn to call and master your powers, you'll be able to control that. You may be able to force it from your fingertips or through telekinesis. Possibly all of the above, however, like I said, I honestly know very little compared to what there is to know. You may turn orange and grow an extra hand on your left arm every time you prepare to mate, for all I know. Does that answer all your questions?"
"All but one," said Peg. "That night, the night that Voldemort attacked our house, how did I escape without a scar?"
"You weren't there," said Destiny sadly. "The day you were born, your aunt-the Destiny in those times-was sent to retrieve you. All Potters are born as twins, a boy and a girl. Upon birth, the girl is sent to be trained as Destiny, and the previous Destiny, her aunt, trains her. But when I died, the Elders decided that it would be better for you to be around your mother. I loved watching you grow up, but personally, I think it was a little silly, because I was never allowed to tell you who you really were. If that's all your questions?"
"Wait," said Harry quickly. "I have one more question. How-what-when-how...UGH! Um...I don't know how to ask this...What's the deal with the blood-thirst?"
"Yes," said Destiny slowly. "Sometimes you will feel the thirst, but you will know a few days in advance, giving you ample time to get away and find a suitable victim."
"Oh my God," said Peg quietly. "Someone has to die every time we need blood?"
"No," replied Destiny quickly. "If you can find someone who is willing to give you their blood, you will be able to stop yourself before they die, like you did for Ron today. Now, it's late, and you should all go to bed."
"It's only ten thirty," argued Harry. "We've just finished breakfast!"
"No it's ten thirty, and the whole school's finished dinner a few hours ago," said Destiny, smiling slightly. Looking at the window, Harry saw that she was right. It was completely dark outside.
"But-I-How?" was all Peg could spit out.
"There is much to tell," was all Destiny said. "I will return in the morning to speak to you. Good-night my darlings. And remember: tell no one."
"Good-night," said Harry and Peg together.
"Many things may happen in this night," said Destiny. "You may not understand them, but I promise you, I will tell you when the time is right. I know you hate to hear it, but when are ready, you will know."
She turned to Hermione and said, "Do you love him? Don't answer now, I want you to think on it. Your answer will affect many things, your life included, so don't give me a rash answer. I want you to stay here for a few minutes and seriously consider the question. Think of everything you have ever been through together. Three questions you must answer me. The first, do you believe he loves you. Second, could you live with him in love with another. Finally, do you love him??? Then go to bed, and as soon as you are asleep, you will give me your answer. "
"Yes Ma'am," Hermione replied.
Destiny smiled lightly and disappeared.
"Well, that was interesting," commented Fred dryly. Then he turned to his group of seventh year friends and said, "Come on, let's go lace the dungeons with dung bombs, Snape should be asleep by now."
Harry flopped down on a couch next to Hermione, then looked around at the staring, wide-eyed faces. He sighed.
After a few minutes of very uncomfortable silence, he finally said, "Well."
"Yeah," agreed Ginny.
"So," said Hermione.
"Man, I'm hungry," said Peg.
"Me too," replied Harry, closing his eyes.
"You too what?" asked Hermione curiously.
"I'm hungry too," Harry reiterated.(spl?) "Peg said, 'Man, I'm hungry,' and I said, 'Me too.'"
"But Peg didn't say, 'Man, I'm hungry,'" said Hermione worriedly. "Are you feeling all right?" She placed a hand on Harry's forehead. "You don't feel hot."
Harry grinned slyly. "Would you prefer it if I did? I can arrange that if you want..."
Hermione took this without noticing it. She did a double-take and slapped Harry playfully. "Sicko! You are not ill, but Peg didn't say anything."
"I thought it," said Peg quietly.
"Freaky," muttered Harry.
"Very freaky," agreed Peg, nodding at Harry.
"Now you're doing it!" cried Harry. "I didn't say anything!"
"OK," said Peg. "Am I talking?" she asked the crowd, who nodded. "Anyone that's hungry, follow me!"
The crowd cheered and got up to go down to the kitchens.
Hermione alone stayed in the common room, thinking. Finally, she got up and climbed the staircase to the girls' dormitories where she changed into her pajamas. She lay down in bed and settled herself under the covers. In minutes she was asleep; it had been a loooong day.
Without realizing it, she murmured in her sleep one word. She rolled over and fell into the land of dreams, the place free of worries, woes, and problems. The one place where everything is perfect.
By the time the rest came back from their late dinner, she had gone to bed and long since given her decision.
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A/N There you go! Now the basic plot line is out, and you know who and what they are! Whoo-hoo! Boo-jah to everyone that said this was a stupid story idea!
Signed Thanks and Beta:
Usotsuki-I know it's odd, that's why you love it!
jackrussel666-Why? Because I can! That's why!
bookworm4ever-If you think it's thick now, just wait. I need to go to the store for some molasses and cornstarch.
Emili Potter-Let's just say...you don't know better!! ;-)
lauriena-hahaha, don't worry, Harry won't come after you, he's securly tied to my bed. j/k! No, Destiny isn't a vamp, and no you didn't ruin anything. I hope you're still alive to read this by the time it gets posted!
PiPPen's Gurl-what came from a goosebumps episode?
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