Chapter three.
As two planes were in the air, carrying two who would soon come into his life, a boy a bit in the smallish side with unruly back hair was sleeping. The boy's name is Harry Potter, better known to the world to which he belongs as the-boy-who-lived. A rather grandiose tittle that simply mente, he hadn't died.
This rather commonplace feat was only note worthy because of the simple fact that he shouldn't be. Living that was. Once, fourteen years ago, when Harry was only a child of one, a dark wizard of frightful power had attacked his home.
As it stood the most famous wizard in the world had been left with out father or mother, and had received an odd lighting bolt shaped scar on his forehead. His slumber was not a peaceful one though, as his twisting and mumbling form would attest too. No Harry Potter was stuck in a nightmare. A nightmare called his past.
Nightmares were not new things of the young Potter. The scar on his forehead had given him some odd, prophetic dreams in the past. He had also been bombarded with almost dream-like memories because of vile creatures called Dementors. The memory of his parents death.
And it was death that was weighting on the boy's mind now. The death of a class mate to be precise. Cedric Diggory, the boy who had gotten the girl that Harry had a crush on. He had also been a fellow competitor in the Tri- Wizards cup that had been held last year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
He had tied with Cedric, and that was what was weighting so heavily upon his thin shoulders. He didn't have to do so, he could have quite easily just reached foreword and been done with it. Lone champion, nothing new for the famous Harry Potter.
But no, he had offered to share his win, make it a full Hogwarts victory. And with that act of selflessness he sealed Cedric's fate. The words 'kill the spare' kept running though Harry's mind, and in his dreams. Night after night this had been going on as he lay in his cluttered room on Privet Drive.
But tonight his dreams were changed completely. This time there was a new face, and it was in a new location. The boy's fitful sleep calmed. The rest of the night was peaceful. And when he awoke the next morning to the sight of Pig, his best friend Ron's owl, zooming around his room with the news of his eminent escape from his horrible muggle family. He still retained a bit of the dream.
The sight of a pair of glorious green eyes lingered in his mind. He felt reassured by them somehow. They were a deeper green then his own, a jade to his gentle sea-green. But something told him that the owner of those eyes would be important to his future in some way.
He smiled into the early morning gloom and spoke quietly to himself before going downstairs to prepare breakfast. It just might be a good day after all.
*******
Halfway round the world, a young green eyed girl sat in math daydreaming. She too had dreamed an odd dream about green eyes. Only in hers it had been a boy, a boy with an odd shaped scare partially concealed by his hair. Syaoran had been there as well and it was that aspect of the dream more then anything else that had brought the smile that now graced her lips.
There had been others in the dream as well, but she could only remember the two boys clearly. It had seemed like there had been three other boys and four other girls besides herself in the woods where the dream had been set. She new she would have to talk to Kero about it.
But for now she lingered on the sight of her little wolf. It had been so long sense she had last seen him. Years sense the hope had been created out of the blank card she had made and the void that had been sealed for so long by Clow Reed. Years sense she had finally confessed the feelings in her heart.
They had stade in touch, an e-mail here a letter there. Even a short phone call once or twice. It was hard on both of them. She had grown up sense her little wolf had left her for the needs of his pack over both of their wants and needs. She still couldn't wake up on time to save her life, but she was far less gullible.
At lest she thought she was, it could simply have been Yamazaki was being more obvious with his lies... But she could hardly believe that he could be worse then telling her that volleyball used to be done with coconuts.
The memory made her smile even larger as she stared out the window of her classroom. Her beautiful green eyes sparked with both her mirth and the sunlight. The girl in question held many titles. The Card Mistress was one, and the most important. But her name was simply Cherry Blossom.
Sakura.
"Kenimoto-san?" the teacher called braking her reverie. To which Kenimoto Sakura answered in her own rather unique way.
"HOOOOOOOOEEE!??!"
For once she managed to stay in her chair, not springing up, nor falling out in surprise. The teacher and class, both used to such outbursts by now took it in stride. Although many of the newer boy's crushes went up yet another notch.
As Sakura answered the teachers question she was very happy for the help Syaoran had, somehow, been able to give her over the past few years. Although she still disliked math immensely, it was now, at the very lest, bearable for the most part.
*******
Beside the card mistress sat the object of most of the crushes that weren't directed at Sakura. Daidouji Tomoyo, Sakura's second cosen on their mother's side. They were also best friends.
Although is seemed an odd pair, were Sakura was cute Tomoyo was, to put it simply, beautiful. Were Sakura was tomboyish Tomoyo was graceful and ladylike. Were Sakura was the school champ as any given sport, Tomoyo was widely considers the best singer in town. Yet they were the best of friends and nearly inseparable.
Tomoyo was unapproachable however. Where Sakura got hit on often by those who were uninformed. Be it of her VERY overprotective brother or of her VERY possessive boyfriend, either was enough to scare of most boys. Tomoyo couldn't be touched because of her wealth.
Her mother owned one of the largest toy companies in Japan, as such no mere 'guy' could ever hope to win her love. After all what do you give the girl who has everything? And so she was considered a princess, to far above the mere mortals for them to ever have a chance. It is very lonely at the top.
The simple fact that Sakura hadn't treated her differently at all when they first met, and that she hadn't changed sense was the biggest reason why she held on and treasured her friend so much. There had been others sense then of course. But must of those had been because of her relationship with Sakura, not her own merits.
Of all the people who had come through her life the only one who could have truly been her friend without Sakura there would have been Eirol. And even he wouldn't never have come to Tomida with out her there. Sakura was, in a very real sense, Tomoyo's life.
*******
But the winds of fate and time were still blowing in this world. Might of sorcery would not be enough to win this fight. Darkness was approaching at brake neck speed. The inky shadow of the storm cloud that the Garrison clan had so feared would be upon the world. And soon those winds would rip the anvil off, and the rain would start pouring down...
As two planes were in the air, carrying two who would soon come into his life, a boy a bit in the smallish side with unruly back hair was sleeping. The boy's name is Harry Potter, better known to the world to which he belongs as the-boy-who-lived. A rather grandiose tittle that simply mente, he hadn't died.
This rather commonplace feat was only note worthy because of the simple fact that he shouldn't be. Living that was. Once, fourteen years ago, when Harry was only a child of one, a dark wizard of frightful power had attacked his home.
As it stood the most famous wizard in the world had been left with out father or mother, and had received an odd lighting bolt shaped scar on his forehead. His slumber was not a peaceful one though, as his twisting and mumbling form would attest too. No Harry Potter was stuck in a nightmare. A nightmare called his past.
Nightmares were not new things of the young Potter. The scar on his forehead had given him some odd, prophetic dreams in the past. He had also been bombarded with almost dream-like memories because of vile creatures called Dementors. The memory of his parents death.
And it was death that was weighting on the boy's mind now. The death of a class mate to be precise. Cedric Diggory, the boy who had gotten the girl that Harry had a crush on. He had also been a fellow competitor in the Tri- Wizards cup that had been held last year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
He had tied with Cedric, and that was what was weighting so heavily upon his thin shoulders. He didn't have to do so, he could have quite easily just reached foreword and been done with it. Lone champion, nothing new for the famous Harry Potter.
But no, he had offered to share his win, make it a full Hogwarts victory. And with that act of selflessness he sealed Cedric's fate. The words 'kill the spare' kept running though Harry's mind, and in his dreams. Night after night this had been going on as he lay in his cluttered room on Privet Drive.
But tonight his dreams were changed completely. This time there was a new face, and it was in a new location. The boy's fitful sleep calmed. The rest of the night was peaceful. And when he awoke the next morning to the sight of Pig, his best friend Ron's owl, zooming around his room with the news of his eminent escape from his horrible muggle family. He still retained a bit of the dream.
The sight of a pair of glorious green eyes lingered in his mind. He felt reassured by them somehow. They were a deeper green then his own, a jade to his gentle sea-green. But something told him that the owner of those eyes would be important to his future in some way.
He smiled into the early morning gloom and spoke quietly to himself before going downstairs to prepare breakfast. It just might be a good day after all.
*******
Halfway round the world, a young green eyed girl sat in math daydreaming. She too had dreamed an odd dream about green eyes. Only in hers it had been a boy, a boy with an odd shaped scare partially concealed by his hair. Syaoran had been there as well and it was that aspect of the dream more then anything else that had brought the smile that now graced her lips.
There had been others in the dream as well, but she could only remember the two boys clearly. It had seemed like there had been three other boys and four other girls besides herself in the woods where the dream had been set. She new she would have to talk to Kero about it.
But for now she lingered on the sight of her little wolf. It had been so long sense she had last seen him. Years sense the hope had been created out of the blank card she had made and the void that had been sealed for so long by Clow Reed. Years sense she had finally confessed the feelings in her heart.
They had stade in touch, an e-mail here a letter there. Even a short phone call once or twice. It was hard on both of them. She had grown up sense her little wolf had left her for the needs of his pack over both of their wants and needs. She still couldn't wake up on time to save her life, but she was far less gullible.
At lest she thought she was, it could simply have been Yamazaki was being more obvious with his lies... But she could hardly believe that he could be worse then telling her that volleyball used to be done with coconuts.
The memory made her smile even larger as she stared out the window of her classroom. Her beautiful green eyes sparked with both her mirth and the sunlight. The girl in question held many titles. The Card Mistress was one, and the most important. But her name was simply Cherry Blossom.
Sakura.
"Kenimoto-san?" the teacher called braking her reverie. To which Kenimoto Sakura answered in her own rather unique way.
"HOOOOOOOOEEE!??!"
For once she managed to stay in her chair, not springing up, nor falling out in surprise. The teacher and class, both used to such outbursts by now took it in stride. Although many of the newer boy's crushes went up yet another notch.
As Sakura answered the teachers question she was very happy for the help Syaoran had, somehow, been able to give her over the past few years. Although she still disliked math immensely, it was now, at the very lest, bearable for the most part.
*******
Beside the card mistress sat the object of most of the crushes that weren't directed at Sakura. Daidouji Tomoyo, Sakura's second cosen on their mother's side. They were also best friends.
Although is seemed an odd pair, were Sakura was cute Tomoyo was, to put it simply, beautiful. Were Sakura was tomboyish Tomoyo was graceful and ladylike. Were Sakura was the school champ as any given sport, Tomoyo was widely considers the best singer in town. Yet they were the best of friends and nearly inseparable.
Tomoyo was unapproachable however. Where Sakura got hit on often by those who were uninformed. Be it of her VERY overprotective brother or of her VERY possessive boyfriend, either was enough to scare of most boys. Tomoyo couldn't be touched because of her wealth.
Her mother owned one of the largest toy companies in Japan, as such no mere 'guy' could ever hope to win her love. After all what do you give the girl who has everything? And so she was considered a princess, to far above the mere mortals for them to ever have a chance. It is very lonely at the top.
The simple fact that Sakura hadn't treated her differently at all when they first met, and that she hadn't changed sense was the biggest reason why she held on and treasured her friend so much. There had been others sense then of course. But must of those had been because of her relationship with Sakura, not her own merits.
Of all the people who had come through her life the only one who could have truly been her friend without Sakura there would have been Eirol. And even he wouldn't never have come to Tomida with out her there. Sakura was, in a very real sense, Tomoyo's life.
*******
But the winds of fate and time were still blowing in this world. Might of sorcery would not be enough to win this fight. Darkness was approaching at brake neck speed. The inky shadow of the storm cloud that the Garrison clan had so feared would be upon the world. And soon those winds would rip the anvil off, and the rain would start pouring down...