***Okay, I had to write this story when I have two in the making. Oh
well. Anyways, I own the following characters:
Katarina Moon
Carlotta Thems
Atalanta Hunters
Darius Hunters
Giovanni Thems
Okay, that's all I have to say.
DISCLAIMER: I fail to own Harry Potter and anything related to it. K?
K.***
SUMMARY: It's Harry and co.'s fifth year at Hogwarts. There is
mysterious disappearances, and pranks that sometimes go too far. There
is a legend of a Mystical Hero, the one who will bring destruction to
all those he loves, and a old long-forgotten prophecy. Harry and the
gang also faces crushes, finals, new students, secrets, the Order, and
a Dueling Tournament. HxH DxG RxOC
HARRY POTTER AND THE MYSTICAL HERO
by Hikari Mirai
Chapter One
He was blinded by white light, bright white light. He couldn't block
out the light, and beneath his feet, he felt nothing, like he was
standing on air.
In a quick instant he felt grass beneath his bare feet, and the white
blinding light was there anymore, he could see his surroundings. He was
a green grassy field, with a large lake, and surrounded by tall trees.
He took a step foward, and paused. Nothing happened. He continued
taking steps until he reached the lake and looked around. It was a
beautiful lake, full of clear blue water, with fish jumping in it.
A figure suddenly appeared at the middle of the large lake, standing on
top of the water. He looked closer, and finally he was able to tell it
was a woman, with long wavy blue hair and robes. She looked at him with
her deep blue eyes and smiled brightly.
"Harry..." she said in a bright voice, but full of sorrow. "Your
destiny..."
"My what?" Harry murmured, a confused expression etched on his face. He
was confused. Questions swarmed through his mind. Who was she? What
about his destiny?
"Harry, your destiny will be harsh. Escape is futile." the woman said
calmly. "Thus the prophecy begins..."
Harry didn't have time to respond. He bolted up awake back in his room
at the Dursleys. He was breathing hard, clutching his burning scar.
*What was that about?* Harry thought, trying to ignore the pain. But he
found it hard. He could feel his fingernails fig into his skin as he
clutched harder. Why was this happening?
He heard something beating against his window. He went up to the window
and pulled the curtains back to reveal Hedwig, his snowy female owl. He
opened the window to let the owl in and grabbed the folded parchment.
He unfolded it and grinned once he saw the messy handwriting of Ron.
He sat on his bed after closing the window and read the letter.
Harry-
Me and my family just got back from visiting Charlie in
Romania. You think you can come over for the rest of the summer?
Hermione is.
Ron
PS The blank peice of parchment is called something like Offin Kibidos
Chat or something like that. Dunno how to describe it, but Hermione
says its kinda like an online Chatroom. You reckon it's true? Anyways,
write something on it. Just don't take too long. It's late.
With the letter was a peice of parchment. Harry took out a quill and
bottle of ink and wrote out the words "Hello."
The word he wrote disappeared and was replaced with the words "Hi
Harry!" The writing disappeared and was replaced with "Pick you up
tommarrow at one?"
Harry scribbled the words "Sure."
"Great, gotta go. See ya!"
Harry grinned and put the parchment onto the desk. He settled his
glasses back onto his nightstand and tried to sleep, but the dream kept
haunting him.
---^_^---
He was back at the field, only in front of him was a large trees with
lots of colorful blossoms.
He took a step foward and a woman materilized before him. She had long
red hair with green bangs and a few green strands of hair tucked behind
her ears, pulled back into a braid, wearing green robes.
The woman smiled gently at him and held out a hand that had a gold ring
on her index finger. "Take my hand, Harry."
Harry looked at the woman in the eyes. "Who are you?"
She seemed to ignore the question. "Take my hand, Harry."
Harry looked the womans hand, and slowly and rather relunctantly took
her hand. The second he touched her hand, he was blinded by white
light, and the next thing he knew, he was sitting up in his bed,
lighting pouring through the curtains on his window.
There was a loud rap on his door which signaled Aunt Petunia was trying
to wake him up.
"Coming Aunt Petunia." Harry called, getting up and changing.
Afterwards, he opened his door and headed out to the kitchen. After he
seated himself at the table, he started poking his grapefruit.
Harry was still following the diet, despite the fact Dudley wasn't. He
got expelled because he just couldn't fit into the uniform. Harry
didn't mind though. Now Dudley didn't got his Smelting Stick to hit him
with for poor excuses, like getting in the way of the TV when Harry was
in his room.
"Uncle Vernon?" Harry said. He might as well tell him that the
Weasleys, Harry's favorite family, were picking him up in a few hours.
When Uncle Vernon grunted, Harry continued. "Do you mind if my friend
tommarrow picks me up?"
"Friends?" Uncle Vernon huffed, lowering his newspaper, looking at his
nephew.
"Yeah. I'm going somewhere else later today." Harry answered
nonchalantly, setting his fork down beside his plate.
"And who says you are?"
"Well, my godfather sure wants me too." It wasn't a lie. His godfather
did want him to go to the burrow, or Hermione's place. Anywhere away
from the Dursleys.
A look of fear flashed in Uncle Vernon's eyes. "Alright. Are they going
to get here through the fireplace?"
Harry shurgged. "After what happened last time, I doubt it."
---^_^---
Harry was finished packing his trunk, and he was going through his room
to make sure he really was finished. He found a quill that somehow
ended up under his bed.
"HARRY!" he heard Uncle Vernon called. Harry sighed and tossed his
quill into his trunk, closed it, and went to the front door where his
uncle was.
Harry was surprised to see his two best friends-bushy hair brunette
Hermione, and redhaired Ron at the door, both wearing muggle clothes.
"Hey, Harry!" Ron greeted. "So, where's your trunk? It's one!"
"In my room." Harry answered.
"Why don't we help you get it," Hermione suggested. "If your uncle
doesn't mind..." she added looking at Uncle Vernon, who nodded in
response.
"Come on!" Harry pulled Ron and Hermione's arms and dragged them
upstairs to his room.
"Well at least you didn't come through the fireplace." Harry said,
grinning at Ron.
Ron blushed. "Hermione suggested that her parents can pick you up."
"You tried to get here through the fireplace?" Hermione asked, trying
to stifle a giggle, as she watched Harry and Ron lift up the trunk.
Ron's face was pink, and he didn't answer Hermione. He and Harry
carried the trunk downstairs, Hermione followed.
***This is only the beginning, folks! Please review and tell me what
you think of it!
Hikari Mirai***
well. Anyways, I own the following characters:
Katarina Moon
Carlotta Thems
Atalanta Hunters
Darius Hunters
Giovanni Thems
Okay, that's all I have to say.
DISCLAIMER: I fail to own Harry Potter and anything related to it. K?
K.***
SUMMARY: It's Harry and co.'s fifth year at Hogwarts. There is
mysterious disappearances, and pranks that sometimes go too far. There
is a legend of a Mystical Hero, the one who will bring destruction to
all those he loves, and a old long-forgotten prophecy. Harry and the
gang also faces crushes, finals, new students, secrets, the Order, and
a Dueling Tournament. HxH DxG RxOC
HARRY POTTER AND THE MYSTICAL HERO
by Hikari Mirai
Chapter One
He was blinded by white light, bright white light. He couldn't block
out the light, and beneath his feet, he felt nothing, like he was
standing on air.
In a quick instant he felt grass beneath his bare feet, and the white
blinding light was there anymore, he could see his surroundings. He was
a green grassy field, with a large lake, and surrounded by tall trees.
He took a step foward, and paused. Nothing happened. He continued
taking steps until he reached the lake and looked around. It was a
beautiful lake, full of clear blue water, with fish jumping in it.
A figure suddenly appeared at the middle of the large lake, standing on
top of the water. He looked closer, and finally he was able to tell it
was a woman, with long wavy blue hair and robes. She looked at him with
her deep blue eyes and smiled brightly.
"Harry..." she said in a bright voice, but full of sorrow. "Your
destiny..."
"My what?" Harry murmured, a confused expression etched on his face. He
was confused. Questions swarmed through his mind. Who was she? What
about his destiny?
"Harry, your destiny will be harsh. Escape is futile." the woman said
calmly. "Thus the prophecy begins..."
Harry didn't have time to respond. He bolted up awake back in his room
at the Dursleys. He was breathing hard, clutching his burning scar.
*What was that about?* Harry thought, trying to ignore the pain. But he
found it hard. He could feel his fingernails fig into his skin as he
clutched harder. Why was this happening?
He heard something beating against his window. He went up to the window
and pulled the curtains back to reveal Hedwig, his snowy female owl. He
opened the window to let the owl in and grabbed the folded parchment.
He unfolded it and grinned once he saw the messy handwriting of Ron.
He sat on his bed after closing the window and read the letter.
Harry-
Me and my family just got back from visiting Charlie in
Romania. You think you can come over for the rest of the summer?
Hermione is.
Ron
PS The blank peice of parchment is called something like Offin Kibidos
Chat or something like that. Dunno how to describe it, but Hermione
says its kinda like an online Chatroom. You reckon it's true? Anyways,
write something on it. Just don't take too long. It's late.
With the letter was a peice of parchment. Harry took out a quill and
bottle of ink and wrote out the words "Hello."
The word he wrote disappeared and was replaced with the words "Hi
Harry!" The writing disappeared and was replaced with "Pick you up
tommarrow at one?"
Harry scribbled the words "Sure."
"Great, gotta go. See ya!"
Harry grinned and put the parchment onto the desk. He settled his
glasses back onto his nightstand and tried to sleep, but the dream kept
haunting him.
---^_^---
He was back at the field, only in front of him was a large trees with
lots of colorful blossoms.
He took a step foward and a woman materilized before him. She had long
red hair with green bangs and a few green strands of hair tucked behind
her ears, pulled back into a braid, wearing green robes.
The woman smiled gently at him and held out a hand that had a gold ring
on her index finger. "Take my hand, Harry."
Harry looked at the woman in the eyes. "Who are you?"
She seemed to ignore the question. "Take my hand, Harry."
Harry looked the womans hand, and slowly and rather relunctantly took
her hand. The second he touched her hand, he was blinded by white
light, and the next thing he knew, he was sitting up in his bed,
lighting pouring through the curtains on his window.
There was a loud rap on his door which signaled Aunt Petunia was trying
to wake him up.
"Coming Aunt Petunia." Harry called, getting up and changing.
Afterwards, he opened his door and headed out to the kitchen. After he
seated himself at the table, he started poking his grapefruit.
Harry was still following the diet, despite the fact Dudley wasn't. He
got expelled because he just couldn't fit into the uniform. Harry
didn't mind though. Now Dudley didn't got his Smelting Stick to hit him
with for poor excuses, like getting in the way of the TV when Harry was
in his room.
"Uncle Vernon?" Harry said. He might as well tell him that the
Weasleys, Harry's favorite family, were picking him up in a few hours.
When Uncle Vernon grunted, Harry continued. "Do you mind if my friend
tommarrow picks me up?"
"Friends?" Uncle Vernon huffed, lowering his newspaper, looking at his
nephew.
"Yeah. I'm going somewhere else later today." Harry answered
nonchalantly, setting his fork down beside his plate.
"And who says you are?"
"Well, my godfather sure wants me too." It wasn't a lie. His godfather
did want him to go to the burrow, or Hermione's place. Anywhere away
from the Dursleys.
A look of fear flashed in Uncle Vernon's eyes. "Alright. Are they going
to get here through the fireplace?"
Harry shurgged. "After what happened last time, I doubt it."
---^_^---
Harry was finished packing his trunk, and he was going through his room
to make sure he really was finished. He found a quill that somehow
ended up under his bed.
"HARRY!" he heard Uncle Vernon called. Harry sighed and tossed his
quill into his trunk, closed it, and went to the front door where his
uncle was.
Harry was surprised to see his two best friends-bushy hair brunette
Hermione, and redhaired Ron at the door, both wearing muggle clothes.
"Hey, Harry!" Ron greeted. "So, where's your trunk? It's one!"
"In my room." Harry answered.
"Why don't we help you get it," Hermione suggested. "If your uncle
doesn't mind..." she added looking at Uncle Vernon, who nodded in
response.
"Come on!" Harry pulled Ron and Hermione's arms and dragged them
upstairs to his room.
"Well at least you didn't come through the fireplace." Harry said,
grinning at Ron.
Ron blushed. "Hermione suggested that her parents can pick you up."
"You tried to get here through the fireplace?" Hermione asked, trying
to stifle a giggle, as she watched Harry and Ron lift up the trunk.
Ron's face was pink, and he didn't answer Hermione. He and Harry
carried the trunk downstairs, Hermione followed.
***This is only the beginning, folks! Please review and tell me what
you think of it!
Hikari Mirai***