Harry Potter and The Heart of Immortality

Hi guys. It's me the author, kayrien. Well, this story is my version of Harry Potter. But it is a little bit different it's about Harry's love interest and it's not Hermione or Cho Chang. It is set when Harry is a wee bit older and he lives with Sirius. It's a little different. Still have Hogwarts and the old gang, but they've all grown up. Sounds interesting? Hopefully, it is. Well, enjoy!
Chapter 1

It was late winter in London, just after Christmas. Alana stood watching the birds playing in the Marigold fields covered with snow. "It's so peaceful here. Where can I find a place better than this," her thoughts carried her faraway. Little that Alana knew that her friend, Francisca, was creeping up slowly from behind her, "BOO! Gotcha!" "Francisca, you little rotten snitch." Francisca laughed so hard, her eyes were wet with tears, "Oh, my god! I think I wet my pants. Where did you go? With a prince charming?" Alana looked at her friend seriously, "No, have you given any thoughts about our future? We are 17. We are supposed to go study somewhere else" "Well, you worry about that. You are a model student. With your result you can pick any place to study, " Francisca said looking at the sun kissing the earth's horizon. Inside her tiny heart she thought, "The place I want to go, is a fantasy."

About 50 miles away, a boy, soon to be a man, was trying to sleep in his bed. He stared at the ceiling and wondered about the life he will have. He wondered who would be in his life. His best friends, yes, definitely. His thoughts moved from one memory to another and were stopped abruptly by a scream he knew to well. "Mother, father. I wish you were here now, to see how well I turned out to be." Suddenly, he was distracted by a sound. "Hedwig, what now, girl? I've fed you already. All right, I'll let you out but be back in an hour. I need to send a letter to Ron."

Harry heard a noise, "Harry, you're still awake?" Harry looked as Sirius' head poke through the doorway. "Umm, yes. I need to let Hedwig out. She's making too much noise." Harry watched, as a smile formed on the worn-out face, "All right, make sure you go to bed after she has settled in. I need to talk to you tomorrow." Sirius turned to leave the room, "Tomorrow?" asked Harry, "Why not now?" Sirius smiled, "There's too much to talk about. It might take the whole night. Now go to bed. See you in the morning." Harry watched as Sirius closed the door behind him. "He's not that old," Harry thought. "I guess Azkaban really got to him." He pulled out his chair and sat. For a moment he stared at the scroll. After deciding how to change thoughts into words, he began to write.
Dear, Ron

How are you and your family? I hope you are doing well. Just lying in bed thinking about the future. So, this year will be our last year at Hogwarts. As usual Hermione will top the class. Speaking of which? How are you two? I hope you are not quarrelling anymore. Listen, Ron, give her a break. She has a lot to think about. For example, Hogwarts and its history.

Harry could imagine Ron's sour face upon hearing Hogwarts and its history.

Sorry, thought a joke was proper after all the serious things I wrote. So, how is Pidwigeon? Well, I hope his fine. Hedwig has been a little restless lately. I hope Pig is calmer. Listen, I need to buy a few things at the Apothecary in 2 weeks. I thought we might go together. Don't know the exact time and date yet. After I clear it with Sirius, I'll send you an owl. Well, I'm getting sleepy. Hope to hear from you soon.

Your Friend,

Harry

p/s : Please pass the message to Hermione

After putting the letter inside an envelope, Harry waited for Hedwig to return. After about 25 minutes, Hedwig returned with another owl. Harry looked as a handsome Barn Owl swooped down near the windowsill. It was carrying an envelope tied with beautiful red ribbons. "Whose owl is this?" Harry thought as he opened the cage to let Hedwig in. Harry put some water in the saucer and placed it front of the owl. The owl drank the water, "At least he appreciates me," Hedwig hoots, disagreeing. Harry took the letter and opened it. Immediately, pictures upon pictures fell on his bed. There was one when he was playing Quidditch, one when he was in the Great Hall and one when he was wearing his shirt. "Colin," Harry muttered to himself. There was a note in that envelope.

Dear, Harry I took some of the pictures last year. Hope you like them. And I keep two copies each for myself.

Yours Truly,

Colin Creevey - Your Biggest Fan

Harry had to laugh at the last statement, your biggest fan. "Who would want to worship me if not Colin Creevey." Harry crept into bed and fell directly asleep.

The next morning, Alana woke up to the inviting smell of homemade pancakes. She hurried downstairs, "What's that I smell, granny? Pancakes!" Her grandmother, Clarisse Johnson, smiled, "Yes, freshly made pancakes. Before you sink you chin in it, wash your face. Better yet, go take a bath first. You're stinking up the house." Alana frowned, "Granny, please." Alana looked as her granny shook her head. With a heavy heart and of course an empty stomach she made her way upstairs to her room.

Her room was situated at the second floor near the attic's door. Her room was facing a beautiful Oak tree. She went into her bathroom, slipped out of her nightgown and got into the bathtub. As the warm water touched her soft silky skin, she closed her eyes and dream about her favourite place. She did not know the name of the place not the location or if it even exists or not. All she knew that she had been dreaming about this wonderful place where all the magic came to life. There was a big beautiful castle. Filled with students learning and laughing. Magic everywhere. She loved the feeling she got from the dream. Every time three faces were so clear, she can even draw those faces. A boy with his two best friends. A boy with black messy hair, round glasses, tall, but he didn't look rich or popular. He looked humble. Another boy with red hair, freckles and he wore a faded black robe. This boy was always around the boy with glasses. But when this boy is not with the wearing the glasses he would be with a girl, she had long brown hair; she looked very clever and proper. All three of them looked very happy to be where Alana wanted to be so much. Alana's day dream was interrupted by the sound of her grandmother calling, "Alana! Come down or the pancakes will get cold." She quickly put on a pair of jeans and a red top and hurried downstairs.

As she sat at the table waiting for her grandmother to make the pancakes, she asked her grandmother a question she knew was too ridiculous, "Grandma, is there a school to learn magic? I mean real magic, not the kind the magician make." Clarisse turned and looked at her granddaughter with a sharp stare, "What are you talking about? There is no such thing! Eat your pancakes! Don't ask stupid questions." Alana shocked, "Why are you so upset? I was just asking! Why are you so mean?" On that note, Alana ran out of the house. "Alana, wait! I'm sorry!" Clarisse continued to call her granddaughter.

Alana ran and ran until she reached the Marigold fields. Usually in the summer, it will look yellow. But today, it was white. So white. Even the clouds don't seem as white. Alana looked up at the sky, "Why did you leave me? Why did you leave me with her? She's always scolding me! Why? Why?" Alana cried and cried. Alana lost her parents in a freak car accident. They were on their way back to London for the Christmas. She and her parents used to live in Fulham but after the accident she had to live with her grandmother. Alana thought that her grandma was the most special person in the world. But sometimes, she will scold her when she asks too many questions.

Back at her home, Clarisse sat and took a long deep breath. Suddenly, out of nowhere a brown owl swooped down and sat at the kitchen's window. Clarisse smiled at the bird, "Hello Wiggins. It's has been a long time since I saw you." She filled a saucer with some water and gave it to Wiggins. She untied the envelope at his feet. She turned the letter. On the letter was written :

Ms. A. Francis, 35, Oak Drive Peterborough London

Clarisse turned the letter and touched the crest. "Hogwarts," she whispered. Suddenly, she got up and walked straight to the living room. She turned left and walked to a brown sand wood cupboard. She took a key out from her pocket and opened the cupboard. Inside were all the things you wouldn't find in a normal Muggles home. She took out a green vial and went straight to the fireplace.

She opened the vial and poured white powder into her hands. She moved the plank closing the fireplace. She took out a long stick and said Lacarnum Inflamora and suddenly fire started. She threw the powder from her hand into the fire. After a while the fire turned green and a face appeared. "Hello, Athena," the man said. Clarisse smiled, "Hello, Albus."