"Bittersweet"
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own anything. I can't even really claim to the plot of this story as it's probably been done before. Everything belongs to itself. Hey! This isn't illegal anymore!
Author's Note: This chapter reveals- A PLOT! DUN DUN DUN! Some answers are answered.
Thank Yous: Door, no name person, Meow Queen, may, Tomato Soup, Spooky Kasper, Peridos, and Torrential Zephry.
Notes:
Xing- I've gotten away with it so far and I plan to get away with it fully.
Peridos- Not only does New Found Glory kick the biggest amount of booty on earth, but in the whole universe, too! Thank you!
Torrential Zephry: That's got to be a hard pen name to write. I did a good job? Yay! I'm looking forward to your reviews.
Please review- they make me feel happy and special! You can flame me if you want to, the Giant Squid is in my closet, and he'll take care of them.
~*~
Chapter 7: Flashing Through the Past
The three worked very hard at translating the old text. Albus's eyes wear wearier than ever as he struggled to decipher the complex words. Sirius was hunched over, flipping through endless books. Minerva was massaging her temples as she read a passage. Finally, they translated the text that was so important. They translated Harry's destiny.
(The translation is in quotes)
"Long ago the Hogwarts Four was led by the far most powerful.
Their names were Gryffindor and Slytherin, enemies to one another.
A blood line each one left, while Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff faded away.
But the blood was crossed in the meeting of two, marriage a promise every day.
One, the girl, should be Slytherin, though the odds she did defy.
The other, was a Gryffindor, brought the girl to the right side.
A son they had, crossing the lines, a change forever more.
The two did die, leaving the son to bring good to the wrong, to right the past again.
The son defeated the leader of evil, bringing a bout of peace.
Alas, it was not meant to be, for the evil did not fade.
An heir was chosen, and took over the evil crusade.
The boy, not a boy, but not yet a man.
Holds the key to the end in his hands.
Blood from each side, he chose the gold.
With the help of three others the evil will die, instead.
But if he should fail, the evil prevail, Slytherin rules us all.
Gryffindor must win the boys heart, as to save us all."
Albus finished reading. "Lily was Slytherin's heir." "James was Gryffindor's heir." Sirius muttered. "Harry is both, since Voldemort's defeat he is the true one," Minerva pointed out, "but, Lucius Malfoy received Voldemort's powers. He was Voldemort's chosen heir."
"Harry is the key. He must defeat Lucius, and end this all. For good."
~*~
Flashback- The Ministry of Magic, before Voldemort's Defeat
Cornelius Fudge was a very tired man. Ever since the attack on Diagon Alley, he had been forced to take action against Voldemort every day. Why couldn't the Potter boy destroy Voldemort? He gave a small growl under his breath. And, damn it, why did Wormtail have to be found alive and well, though evading them constantly? That damn attack had lost Fudge the opportunity to set the Dementors on Black. He couldn't set them on Potter for being a madman, or even evil! Potter had proved his sanity and what side he was on during that damn attack.
Sighing hard, Fudge apparated to his home, right into his bedroom. Not even bothering to change into his nightclothes, he collapsed in bed, not noticing the silvery hand reaching through his window......
~*~
Flashback- MWPP generation
Lily shivered as she stood in line. Grandfather had beaten her before she left. She was going to get into Slytherin, she knew it. Grandfather had killed her parents and had her live with him, beating the evil into her. But she didn't want to be evil. She wanted to be good.
"Lily Riddle." Lily wove her way up to the stool, red hair swirling about her shoulders, sitting down on it the stool, plopping the hat down on her head.
"Oh, please, not Slytherin. Anything but Slytherin." She thought wildly. A voice disrupted her thoughts. The Sorting Hat. "Well, Miss Riddle, it seems you are quite different from your grandfather. Very good. Courage, fear, and a good right hook. Better be.........GRYFFINDOR!" Lily felt a thrill as she heard the hat shout it to the whole hall. She skipped happily and sat down next to the group of people she met on the train. Sirius, Arabella, Remus, and James. James winked at her. "He's so cute!" she thought happily.
And when she turned to the Staff Table, she could have sworn that Dumbledore had smiled and raised his cup to her for a moment.
~*~
Flashback- October 31st, the night Lily and James died.
"Green eyes. Your Slytherin Blood. Be proud of your heritage, Lily." She told herself. "You did the right thing. You have a beautiful son and a wonderful husband." Her thoughts were interrupted by a pair of strong arms grabbing her waist, and pulling her to him. "Hello, Clarice. I read the novel you gave me. Goody-Goody." Lily laughed and turned around in her husbands arms, smiling happily. "Let's go visit our little boy."
They walked to the nursery, whispering sweet nothings and sneaking kisses. They knelt on either side of the sleeping baby's crib, and locked hands. "Ready?" Lily nodded, and closed her eyes. James did the same thing, and the both concentrated. Lily's aura appeared, green and silver. James's aura appeared, red and gold. They rcited the words they knew by heart in perfect unison.
"The lines have crossed, destiny born. Let prejudice not decide the fate of him, let him choose his own path."
As they spoke, their auras mixed and flowed into Harry. His aura appeared in swirls of color, red and green, silver and gold.
The door burst open, a cackle of high pitched laughter....
~*~
Back to the present....
Harry woke up with a start.
"What's wrong?" Ginny asked worriedly.
Harry shook his head, leaning against the table their books were spread on.
"Nothing. Nothing, I'm fine."
~*~
A/N: I hope that answered stuff. Expect a new chapter very soon, I'm going to start writing it as soon as I post this. Cheerio, darling, cheerio!
Click Below!
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own anything. I can't even really claim to the plot of this story as it's probably been done before. Everything belongs to itself. Hey! This isn't illegal anymore!
Author's Note: This chapter reveals- A PLOT! DUN DUN DUN! Some answers are answered.
Thank Yous: Door, no name person, Meow Queen, may, Tomato Soup, Spooky Kasper, Peridos, and Torrential Zephry.
Notes:
Xing- I've gotten away with it so far and I plan to get away with it fully.
Peridos- Not only does New Found Glory kick the biggest amount of booty on earth, but in the whole universe, too! Thank you!
Torrential Zephry: That's got to be a hard pen name to write. I did a good job? Yay! I'm looking forward to your reviews.
Please review- they make me feel happy and special! You can flame me if you want to, the Giant Squid is in my closet, and he'll take care of them.
~*~
Chapter 7: Flashing Through the Past
The three worked very hard at translating the old text. Albus's eyes wear wearier than ever as he struggled to decipher the complex words. Sirius was hunched over, flipping through endless books. Minerva was massaging her temples as she read a passage. Finally, they translated the text that was so important. They translated Harry's destiny.
(The translation is in quotes)
"Long ago the Hogwarts Four was led by the far most powerful.
Their names were Gryffindor and Slytherin, enemies to one another.
A blood line each one left, while Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff faded away.
But the blood was crossed in the meeting of two, marriage a promise every day.
One, the girl, should be Slytherin, though the odds she did defy.
The other, was a Gryffindor, brought the girl to the right side.
A son they had, crossing the lines, a change forever more.
The two did die, leaving the son to bring good to the wrong, to right the past again.
The son defeated the leader of evil, bringing a bout of peace.
Alas, it was not meant to be, for the evil did not fade.
An heir was chosen, and took over the evil crusade.
The boy, not a boy, but not yet a man.
Holds the key to the end in his hands.
Blood from each side, he chose the gold.
With the help of three others the evil will die, instead.
But if he should fail, the evil prevail, Slytherin rules us all.
Gryffindor must win the boys heart, as to save us all."
Albus finished reading. "Lily was Slytherin's heir." "James was Gryffindor's heir." Sirius muttered. "Harry is both, since Voldemort's defeat he is the true one," Minerva pointed out, "but, Lucius Malfoy received Voldemort's powers. He was Voldemort's chosen heir."
"Harry is the key. He must defeat Lucius, and end this all. For good."
~*~
Flashback- The Ministry of Magic, before Voldemort's Defeat
Cornelius Fudge was a very tired man. Ever since the attack on Diagon Alley, he had been forced to take action against Voldemort every day. Why couldn't the Potter boy destroy Voldemort? He gave a small growl under his breath. And, damn it, why did Wormtail have to be found alive and well, though evading them constantly? That damn attack had lost Fudge the opportunity to set the Dementors on Black. He couldn't set them on Potter for being a madman, or even evil! Potter had proved his sanity and what side he was on during that damn attack.
Sighing hard, Fudge apparated to his home, right into his bedroom. Not even bothering to change into his nightclothes, he collapsed in bed, not noticing the silvery hand reaching through his window......
~*~
Flashback- MWPP generation
Lily shivered as she stood in line. Grandfather had beaten her before she left. She was going to get into Slytherin, she knew it. Grandfather had killed her parents and had her live with him, beating the evil into her. But she didn't want to be evil. She wanted to be good.
"Lily Riddle." Lily wove her way up to the stool, red hair swirling about her shoulders, sitting down on it the stool, plopping the hat down on her head.
"Oh, please, not Slytherin. Anything but Slytherin." She thought wildly. A voice disrupted her thoughts. The Sorting Hat. "Well, Miss Riddle, it seems you are quite different from your grandfather. Very good. Courage, fear, and a good right hook. Better be.........GRYFFINDOR!" Lily felt a thrill as she heard the hat shout it to the whole hall. She skipped happily and sat down next to the group of people she met on the train. Sirius, Arabella, Remus, and James. James winked at her. "He's so cute!" she thought happily.
And when she turned to the Staff Table, she could have sworn that Dumbledore had smiled and raised his cup to her for a moment.
~*~
Flashback- October 31st, the night Lily and James died.
"Green eyes. Your Slytherin Blood. Be proud of your heritage, Lily." She told herself. "You did the right thing. You have a beautiful son and a wonderful husband." Her thoughts were interrupted by a pair of strong arms grabbing her waist, and pulling her to him. "Hello, Clarice. I read the novel you gave me. Goody-Goody." Lily laughed and turned around in her husbands arms, smiling happily. "Let's go visit our little boy."
They walked to the nursery, whispering sweet nothings and sneaking kisses. They knelt on either side of the sleeping baby's crib, and locked hands. "Ready?" Lily nodded, and closed her eyes. James did the same thing, and the both concentrated. Lily's aura appeared, green and silver. James's aura appeared, red and gold. They rcited the words they knew by heart in perfect unison.
"The lines have crossed, destiny born. Let prejudice not decide the fate of him, let him choose his own path."
As they spoke, their auras mixed and flowed into Harry. His aura appeared in swirls of color, red and green, silver and gold.
The door burst open, a cackle of high pitched laughter....
~*~
Back to the present....
Harry woke up with a start.
"What's wrong?" Ginny asked worriedly.
Harry shook his head, leaning against the table their books were spread on.
"Nothing. Nothing, I'm fine."
~*~
A/N: I hope that answered stuff. Expect a new chapter very soon, I'm going to start writing it as soon as I post this. Cheerio, darling, cheerio!
Click Below!