Disclaimer and Warnings: This is my first fanfiction ever. There will be many flaws and mistakes as I'm totally inexperience with writing fanfictions. Harry Potter is own by JK Rowling. Asluril is a character made by me. This story contains violence and adult themes. Also as a site note: It is male/male romance so read at your own risk, I don't' know how rated it is going to get, so be warn.
Perfect StrangerBy: MX Arce
Chapter 1: The Promise
The boy pushed through the crowded passageway from the plane's exit. Finding himself in London was no fun at all. Having been through a chaotic chase from the Western hemisphere, he found himself totally lost on the fully loaded United Flight 223 heading right straight to the heart of London. Anything to get him away from what was after him was better than nothing at all, so he was a least content to find that he seems to be alone for now. Seeing people around him, he was relief. Well…at least they are humans, he thought as he passed through the streets of London. His hawk, Skey was getting pretty hot under his coat so he let the little thing come out to rest on his shoulder.
Being an orphan all his life and meeting many generous people on his passage through childhood, he learned many things as well as to always be grateful to whom he met on the street. But his life was not that of an ordinary boy at all, people wanted him to take upon a career that does not interest him. Even if he was trained as a child to be that certain person, he knows very well that he couldn't take that kind of life. He enjoyed the freedom of being an ordinary boy, someone who doesn't have to be wanted or needed, or even to be feared of.
It has been two years since he escaped from his homeland. He was only thirteen when he disguised himself and escaped from the school, and it took him nearly six month to get out of that world with nearly every military forces of the country looking for him. Wasn't simple at all, but being the youngest and best student with the highest ranking in every exams, he should be getting around with no difficulty at all. But this world is a little different, he was not familiar with its rule and custom. At least they spoke the same language. Every world is related geographically so he could get around pretty well, or get a pretty good idea where he is. If he is correct, he was now in the continent of Europe, or so what they called it in this world.
"Hey! Get off the street!" A man in a yellow car rolled down his window and stared at the dumbfounded boy, who glared strangely at his yellow car. "Are you deaf? I told you to get off the street!"
"Uh…..sorry," the boy managed in reply and stumbled to the sidewalk.
"Skey, the people in this world drives funny cars, it always amuse me to see one of those thing every time they drove by."
The little black hawk bowed its head and then spoke, "Well, just remember that we are not in Afatar anymore. If I'm correct, this world is what they call it…..Earth. Yes, that's the name. Inhabited by Humans."
"Mommy! Mommy! It's a talking bird. Look mommy!!" A little girl in a pink dress pointed at Skey and the boy.
The tall women who was holding the girl's hand looked toward the boy for a few seconds and then kneeled down to her daughter and said, "Maria, there is no such thing as a talking bird." She turned to the boy and smiled. "Sorry if she scared you, children these days just have wild imaginations. Now if you will excuse us."
The boy stared after the women and her daughter until they were out of site. "I forgot they don't have talking birds here." The boy reached a hand forward to stroke Skey's head, looked into his eyes and wink. "Next time you better be careful not to speak in public. I pretty sure they will sell you for a pretty good price too."
"How awful!!! If you ever thinking of selling me after all that I have done for you, you are truly the son of a sinister!"
"I was just kidding. Son of a sinister, perhaps I was. That would explain the reason why I was abandon as an infant! But my friend, I'm Asluril Pangaton would never betray a friend, you have my word on that!"
Asluril stopped suddenly and took a closer look at his surroundings. He was now standing in front of a train station. He looked around and saw a few girls and boys wearing black robes. School kids…maybe? He saw one of the boy, red hair with freckles probably about sixteen years old chewing on a Babyruth candy bar. Oh man, I'm hungry. Haven't eat anything at all. I wonder if they will take US dollar. I guess I better find a place where they would serve food. Better get out of here.
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"Harry!" Ron yelled at the top of his lung as soon as he saw Harry in sight.
"Hi Ron. How's your summer?"
"Oh it was good. But I can guess what yours must have been like." Ron inched closer and whispered, "Lock in the closet again?"
"No, actually it wasn't that bad this year. I guess they finally noticed that I'm too big for that closet now." Harry Potter picked up his baggage and look at the other boy. "Should we go now?"
"Sure, you go first. You know, I have a lot of things to tell you."
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure we all have things to tell each other. I wonder how Hermione's doing."
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Asluril woke up in a very unfamiliar room. He didn't know what happened or how many days he has been out. His head was spinning. He couldn't remember exactly how he got there. He tried to recall the event that had brought him in this little room but his mind was blink.
"Oh, are you feeling okay?" Asluril looked up to see a middle-age woman carrying a plate toward him. "I hope you are okay. Are you hurt in any way?"
"No, not really." He was being honest, he didn't felt any pain at all. "Can you tell me how I get here and what happen?"
"Oh well, um…..I don't know what to say. What I really meant is that I'm really really sorry." She bit back her lip, paused for a few moments and then continued, "Well, we had a little accident. I think my car hit you. It was my fault, I was dazing when I should be driving. But I'm glad that you are all right. I didn't want to bring you to a hospital and make a big deal of it. You've been out for almost two days. Are you sure you are okay? No pain? You know, it is weird that you had no scratches at all. I would expect a bruise or something. But thank god, there was none of that or people will be staring at us from half a block!"
Getting hit by one of those cars that he previously referred to as 'funny' looking invoked a little laugh out of him. "I'm okay."
"Are you hungry, I brought you something. I hope it is enough to repay for what I have done to you. I lived in this house by myself for twenty years, it is a pretty big house, too much space for me to occupied anyway. You are welcome to use this room to your liking. And there is a bathroom just down the hall."
"Thanks. Do you know what hour it is now?"
"It is around 6:00 in the evening." She looked at Isluril and smiled. "You can stay here as long as you want. Where's your family? A boy as young as you shouldn't be in the street alone like that."
Isluril look irritated, "I'm fifteen, that's not a little boy anymore." More softly, he answered, "I don't have a family."
The woman noticed the irritation on his face and decided not to ask anymore questions. "Well, if you need anything else, I'll be downstair."
"Wait! Mrs….."
"Call me Runna. I'm Runna Hurmangly."
"Runna, my name is Asluril Pangaton."
"As.lu.ril….that's a very strange name." She kept on repeating his name until a small black cat rubbed its tail against her skirt. "Oh! I hope you don't mind. I have quite a few cats in my house. Do you like animals? You got a pretty loyal bird there. You both must be pretty close because he never left your side when you were unconscious. Sometimes your bird reminds me of my cats. They are so very loyal. Anyway, this is one of the thirteen cats I have. Her name is Aust. She is a very smart cat, she can understand everything we said. Do you want to pet her?"
"Sure, if she wants me to." To Asluril surprise, the cat jumped on the bed and crawl over to him.
"I think she likes you. I'll be down-stair." Runna closed the door and left her cat with the boy.
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Runna was more than relief when she found out that the boy was okay. She was a little surprise to find that he has not a scratch on him. But also got the hint that he is a very strange boy. Being a witch and a Keeper herself, she knows when she see ordinary boy or a boy who is a little out of the ordinary. Asluril seems to struck her as the very out of ordinary. Not only does she think he is strange, even his bird is strange. If this boy was younger, he would be a perfect candidate for Hogwarts. I wonder if I should tell Dumbledore about this boy. Oh geeze, what am I thinking, I haven't been to Hogwarts in more than twenty years and I have fully accepted the responsibility as a Keeper to protect the rune bracelet. Dumbledore has told me never to step foot on Hogwarts being the reason to protect the bracelet from evil wizards. But why do I have these bad feelings for the past couple of months? Does the evil Voldemort know that I possess this bracelet yet?
"Miss Hurmangly," came a hiss from the corner.
"Ah! Who are you?" Runna jumped as she heard the voice. She glanced the corner and saw two figures cloak in black. Her cats slowly back behind her and hissed at the strangers. "What do you want?"
"You know what we are here for. We want the bracelet. We know you have it, there's no need to hide it."
Runna wasn't expecting this, though she did felt it coming. She reached in her pocket for the wand. "Did Voldemort sent you, when did he have other wizards to do the job for him?"
"We serve Lord Voldemort. Now, the bracelet, give it to us!" One of the wizards waved his wand before Runna could react, she end up being throw across the floor. Her wand was now laying more than four feet from her. She struggles to reach for it.
"No you don't!" The other wizard waved his wand and a great pain seize Runna's chest. "Tell us where the bracelet is. It would be a painless death if you do as we say."
"I'll never give it to you!"
One of the wizards seized her hair and whispered, "So you rather have this be a painful death. You will regret it!"
"Let her go!" The wizards swirl around to see a young boy, probably no older than fifteen or sixteen. "I say let her go!"
"Hehehe….look at what we have here. What could a boy like you possibly do to us?"
"No! Run away Asluril! Let the boy go! He has nothing to do with this!" Runna pleaded.
"Nothing to do with this? Maybe THIS boy knows where it is. Sam, I don't think we need her anymore, this boy is more fun to play with."
The wizard name Sam eyed Asluril from head to toe and hiss passionately, "Yeeeessss….I want to play with him." He waved his wand and uttered a spell and then points it toward Runna.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" Runna scream as the pain shot through her body and finally collapse on the floor. Her cats gather around her. Aust, who Asluril was holding, jumped from his arm and head toward the body on the floor.
"You think she's dead?" Said the other wizard.
"She's pretty damn dead. Not even a witch can stand that spell." Sam glanced back at the boy, who was still expressionless. This boy could be very fun to play with, he thought. And no way is he going to kill the boy, he is too damn sexy to be wasted. Sam had never saw a boy as beautiful as this one. The boy has black hair that curl around his neck and his skin was so pale white and soft. Everything about this boy was perfect. Even his voice, Sam recently recall, sounds so damn good. "Now, let me deal with this boy."
To both the wizards surprise, the boy slowly move toward them. The boy speak in a monotone voice, "You will regret what you did."
"What do you think he is doing, Sam? I have a bad feeling about this."
"So do I," replied Sam. The two wizards, for some strange reason, find themselves backing away from this boy. There was a strange level of fear developing around them as the boy inch closer to them. Finally, the boy raised his hand and before Sam realize what was going on, hell broke loose.
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"Arrrrrrrrgh!!!!!!!!!" The other wizard was being thrown so fast that he hit the wall crack. Sam suddenly feel a sharp pain on his shoulder and realize that he was being hit hard on the shoulder by an unseen force….not exactly, he was soon aware that it was the boy who had hit him so hard that he was almost sure the bone was broken. He was about to be hit again and react but the boy move at an unbelievable speed. Sam had never seen anyone attack at that speed before. It wasn't just random hits, every moves the boy made was like a dance. He never saw martial arts being used before but he got the feeling that it was be like this only a much slower version.
Sam was now using the back wall of the room for support. He didn't know if he could take it anymore. It hadn't been a minute and he and the other wizard were fighting for their last breath. This boy was no ordinary boy at all. If they don't do something soon, they were going to be killed in any seconds.
"Please don't kill them…." Runna small weak voice stopped the boy. Sam saw his chance at the boy's distraction and points his wand at the boy. To Sam's surprise, the boy open his right hand, his palm faced the wand and the spell backfire resulting in his own wand burning to ashes.
"Please….don't…" Runna repeated. Asluril kneeled down by Runna's side and remove the hair from her face. The two wizards, seeing their chance to escape, crawled toward each other. The wizard, whose wand is still intact, murmured an escape spell and they both diminish into thin air.
"You must not speak."
"But I must. I don't know who you are or what you are. I knew you were no ordinary boy when I saw you." She paused for few moments, her voice, weak and fading. " I know I won't last long. I have a favor to ask you. I want you to go over to the painting over there."
Runna pointed to the huge painting on the wall. Asluril walked over to the painting and took it down. "Hm…..there's something behind this wall, right? If I guess correctly, it must be what those two weird dudes are looking for."
"Y…es…" Runna started to cough up blood. Asluril just look at her because he knew that there's nothing more he could do for her than listen to her story now. "Please promise me that you will bring it to Hogwarts. Give it to no one else other than Dumbledore. Tell him that I have failed to keep it safe. He….has to protect it now…."
"How would I get to Hogwarts?" Asluril kneeled closer to Runna. He was losing her. She was now speaking in barely a whisper. "Come on! I can't do as you ask if I don't even know where this place is!"
With a small struggle, Runna manage to say her last words, "A..ust…she'll take you there….promise me you'll do it." She closed her eyes and fell silent.
"I promise," Asluril whispered. "I'll take it to Hogwarts, to Dumbledore."
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Author's note: That's the end of chapter 1. Review or flame are welcome.
