Hello guys!
That's the first time I'm writing something else that an essay for college, and I quite liked it. Normally I just read ff, I'm no material for a writer, but I had this idea one night about a plot, and I just wrote it down so I don't forget about it., and here we are now.
My first language is French, so I apologize for all the mistake I can make, I try my best, but I know I'm not that good.
Disclaimer: If u recognize something, it should be the property of J.K. Rowling, and maybe Rick Riordan (it's not a crossover, it's explained right below, the "1.")
Ok now that the crying over my lack in the English department is done, some things about the story itself:
1) The first character u will read about in my story, is an OC but is inspired by the titans in the Percy Jackson books, and I didn't read them for a looooooooong time, so it will not be a carbon copy of them, just some things that I remember (not even sure I remember correctly lmao) about them I liked that I re used, I can't even say which titan exactly, so u know what I mean.
2) So, like I said, the idea of that story just popped in my head one night so I'm still thinking about the plot, and writing it, so I won't be able to update quickly, tbh I can't give u a "program", but I promise I am trying to be as fast as I can, I know how infuriating a non-updated story feels, I have a lot of them in my favorites.
3) The story begins after Harry's third year, so he just discovered that he had a godfather, and the man because of which his parents died.
4) This story is a big project, if all the ideas I have in mind now, come to be well defined and written, it will be a long story, yeah I don't know why I'm doing something that big for a first time but it sounds like fun, plus the idea won't leave me alone, like for real it's harassing me when I sleep "WRITE ME" it says.
5) The story will also use a lot of ff concept that I like, I won't say anything about it now cuz I'm not really sure which one I will use yet. I will do my best to not fall in the to cliché category, as I don't like it myself.
6) The story is canon for all the event from book 1 to book 3 and will follow the principal canon events afterwards
7) THIS CHAPTER IS A PROLOGUE
8) THIS STORY HAS 3 PARTS, THIS IS THE FIRST, IT WILL END AROUND THE END OF THE 4TH YEAR.
Okayyy now I think I got it all, thank u for ur time.
UPDATE FOR PEOPLE WHO STARTS READING : As I said, this story is quite the big project, so I need some time to set up the story, it takes 2 or three chapter where the canon events are happening (With some change of course), so try to be patient! I'll re-write the two or three first chapter when I get done with the first part of the story.
ENJOY!
2636 years, it was now the 2636th year in what they now call the Gregorian calendar. Exactly 962.799 days in that freaking calendar. He has seen a lot of those day counter during all those years while not being able to do anything else that observing. The Julian one, the Moon one, Chinese one, he even has heard of one older than himself, the so-called Mayan calendar. There were a lot of them for each civilization and for each time since the beginning of the human time on earth, and he knew them all by heart. One might wonder why he even bothered learning all of them. Well, it is not like he had the choice, what could someone possibly do, locked in a golden globe, not being able to move at all. That and the fact that his memory had never failed him. However, the worst in his situation was that he could not even scratch his back, do you know what a pain a tickling can become when not scratched for as long as his has been in there?
At least he was never really bored, human beings could be highly entertaining, even more so when you can see and hear them, their multitude of counterparts and the differences between them all. Oh, and did he mention those bright boxes they invented, never in all his lifetime, and he is quite the old man, has he seen something as ingenious and fun as a television. Not only the television itself no, the hundredth of proposed program were all as interesting as the others. Well okay, maybe not ALL of them but it is still a lot. He did not quite understand how they came up with all the ideas that gave birth to those show, he could see that a lot of them smoked some dried grass. He did not understand why, he has seen the effect of that plant, however as he could not try it, it was still a mystery that eluded him until now.
Wait a minute. He thought. Was it not tomorrow? If he could, he would have slapped himself so hard that the clap would be heard all across the earth after travelling the void space. How in the world could he forget that his chances to finally leave, were tomorrow, the 962.800th day, the first one of his 2637th year in that darned globe. He received that piece of information the day he was imprisoned, maybe they just said that in order to anger him. Honestly, that is what he thought at first, however after cooling his head he came to admit that the never lied, and that is why they did not speak a lot.
At least he knew where to look, well he hoped he knew. If his calculations were correct, the coordinate where he should look at were 51° 30' 35.5140'' Nort and 0° 7' 5.1312'' West. A place called London. It made his work easier, better find someone in a city than in the entire earth. Now all he had to do is to observe, he had still twenty-three hours and fifty-two minutes to find his way-out ticket. Well maybe less, considering he would have to actually do something in order to get out of that globe before the day ended.
One may wonder how he was to find a specific person in a sea of 6,859 million Londoners. That was underestimating his sight. He might be imprisoned for a long time, but if his power was certainly rusty, the same could not be said about his observations skills that were honed for all those years.
Hah! Speaking of his talent, he found his ticket, or in this case, the boy. There lying on his bed in the smallest room of the 4th Privet Drive, Little Whinging, London.
"And now, showtime." He whispered with a smirk.
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"I have my reasons for using the boy, as I have already explained to you, and I will use no other. I have waited thirteen years. A few more months will make no difference. As for the protection surrounding the boy, I believe my plan will be effective. All that is needed is a little courage from you, Wormtail — courage you will find, unless you wish to feel the full extent of Lord Voldemort's wrath —" (Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire, first chapter.)
"Hmm it looks pretty bad, doesn't it?" Said a voice, ripping Harry's attention from his nightmare.
The voice came from everywhere at once, like it was in his head but at the same time not. It was a very weird experience. He decided to stand up and search for it. That is when things became even weirder, he was not in his bedroom, and he was already standing up. No that is not true, he thought inspecting his surroundings. He was sure we was lying down before he decided to stand up. He must have stood up without thinking. That still not explained why he was not in his room anymore, he was pretty sure that he did not sleepwalk. After living in a shared dorm for three straight years, someone should have told him if that was the case. And even if no one ever took the time to tell him, he was still sure he was not, there is no way the Dursley did not notice it and beating it out of him like they tried with his "freakishness".
Still engrossed with his thoughts, he did not hear the loud sighing from behind him, and he almost freaked out when a nearly deafening cough resonated.
"I hope you did not forget about me kid, it is not nice to ignore someone who just avoided you a nightmare." The same voice as before said sounding a little annoyed, amused, sad, hopeful, angry, depressed, and happy at the same time. How a voice could be all of this at the same time, he did not know but he could swear it sounded like that.
Harry did a 180° turn and was welcomed by a black figure, right before his eyes. That was weird because the figure was very close to him and remained totally black, like a shadow with two golden globes shining. It was as if the sun had been shrunk and duplicated. It was even more true since those globes that he concluded were the figure's eyes contained neither pupil nor iris. Just two shining suns staring at him.
"Who... how… what..." He tried to answer but his mind could not form any coherent thoughts with to focused on that figure that made no sense.
Then the answer came naturally, he was in a dream, he almost laughed out loud when he realized that—
"Well, you can consider it like a dream if you want as long as you listen to what I have to say." The figure said, interrupting his pondering.
That voice is really weird, Harry thought much calmer now that he knew it was a dream. He was now examining the figure in front of him, but no matter how closely he focused on it, he could not even point a single feature out of his face.
"And what can I do for a stranger, especially in a dream" Harry answered giving the figure a pointed look. "Contrary to what Fudge thinks, I am not crazy, and I will definitely not keep talking to you, it will only make him right. So now I will just go back to my sleep, Merlin knows I need it more than ever."
The figure did not stop staring at him during his little rant, and while he said nothing, the young Gryffindor felt that that the faceless figure was giving the impression of smugness, as if what Harry just said confirmed Fudge's words.
Maybe I am crazy he thought to himself. I am giving an expression to a figure without a face and on top of that I try to imagine what a man in a dream is thinking, maybe the Dursley were right after all, I may be a freak.
"Okay kiddo, let us quit the internal chit chat, how about we discuss about more pressing business? Sounds good?" The figure interrupted his internal musing for the second time now, with that weird voice, denuded of any emotion and at the same time so full of it.
"It is my dream, my internal chit chat as you call it, is the most important thing right now so why don't you just sit and wait I am done with it?" Harry replied just for the sake of it, he actually had nothing more to ponder about, think of it as his teenage rebelliousness. He lost quite a lot of joust against Hermione, and while most of the time she was right, it was still not fun not having the last word, every single time.
Feeling proud about himself he allowed himself to look at the figure, he should not have done that. That darned figure was staring at him, and he could swear that he looked as nonplussed as someone can be. As if he thought what Harry was saying was just so beneath him. Ugh so infuriating, how can he do that in the first place, he clearly has no face Harry thought.
Harry sighed "Okay well what do you want so badly."
Suddenly, a white line appeared on the figure's face, forming a feral smile. A terrifying sight, considering he only has golden eyes and that disturbing smile who both shined in that dark figure.
"Now we're talking".
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At the same time, a few thousands of miles away, three figures were siting around a fire in the middle of a forest.
"I told you should not have said that to him, you literally gave him a way to get out, and surprise, he did not forget about it." Shouted a rasped voice
"For the millionth time Second, don't shout, First is not in condition to endure all your noise, and we had this conversation like about the same time I told you to not shout. It was something I had to do, you should know we can not do anything when it happens." A second voice, calmer, answered to Second. "And even if I did not tell him anything, we would have discovered it by himself, do not make the mistake to forget who we are talking about."
"But—"
A loud rale interrupted whatever Second was about to say" Enough, what is done is done, and it does not concern us anymore." Said a third voice sounding tired, as if the one who talked already saw way too much. "We will be gone by the time it happens, and even if by miracle one of us is still there, there is nothing to do, even in our prime we could not anything to him. Do not try to be reckless and let him be, am I understood?"
Silence followed that statement for a few minutes
"Yes First." Finally answered Second and Third with one voice.
"Great, now let us rest, we do really need it"
And with that they each quietly slipped in their sleeping bag, and astonishingly the fire, little by little, was dying out, while the sun was slowly arising.
Aaaaaand that's it for the first chapter, who's like a prologue. I know it's short and I'm sorry about it, but I could not make it longer while not reveal too much.
Well see you next time, it should be around next week if I don't mess it up.
