***DISCLAIMER***: This fic will eventually contain themes that may be
offensive such as violence and sex. There will be slash, D/H eventually.
However my story is about much more than that, love, adventure, mystery.
So, if you don't approve of such things, move along. If you don't mind it,
read on at your own risk.
***DISCLAIMER*** Unfortunately, I do not own the world of Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does, so please don't sue me. I haven't got any money, and its only fan-fiction after all. The only thing that is mine is the plot and so far Évelyne, so please ask before borrowing ideas.
Please read and review! This is my first fic., and I'd love to get opinions
Fairy Rings Can Be Rather Tricky Things
Chapter Two: I Never Knew I Had You
Harry's Point of View
"Oh, Harry!" She said again tremulously, tears gathering in her glittereing eyes. Before I could say a word she flew to where I stood and threw her arms around me, grip tight and warm. She only came up to my sternum, she was short and felt indescribably sweet in my arms with her breasts pressed gently on me and her salty tears leaving wet tracks on my shirt. "Oh, Harry!" She sighed again as if my name were a prayer.
"Um, excuse me. miss, do I know you?" I asked looking down in amazement at the curly blond head resting against me.
"I am sorry for startling you, Harry." She murmured. Stepping back from me, she glanced up with wide eyes the cerulean blue of summer skies. "I have been inexcusable rude. My name is-"
"Get away from my nephew, you evil witch!" Aunt Petunia had aparently recovered from her shock and she stalked forward towards the blonde woman with violence underpining every line of the skinny woman's frame.
"Petunia, have a care-" The woman warned quickly in concern as Petunia raised her hand in the air to deliver a slap. Too late. A flash of green whizzed past, and Petunia screamed, blood rushing from her hand onto her perfect cream carpet. A small green dragon curled about the woman's neck and hissed threateningly at the injured woman.
The blonde woman scooped the dragon into her hands and tossed the dragon to me. "You're a parsel toungue, see if you can calm him down." She said turning to Petunia in contrition.
The dragon struggled furiously in my grip until I whispered, " Settle down guy." He stilled and cocked his slender, clever-looking head at me. "Oh you will be fun then." The little thing chuckled to itself. Who the bloody hell is this woman? Who has dragons as pets? Vicious, wicked dragons at that?
"Petunia, by all the gods, I am so sorry. please let me help you. his bite is poison-"
"Get away from me, you monster!" Petunia was screaming, thrashing visably shaking and losing stregth. "I'm calling the police! I'm calling the police!" She screamed endlessly like a broken recond dragging herself over to the phone getting blood all over the room, her pride and joy.
"Please, Petunia, it will spread faster if you don't calm down. Please your upseting yourself much too much." The woman was close, crouching almost, to reach her. As Petunia's good hand reached for the telephone, she tackeled her wand out. "Blessure soigner*!" She said firmly followed by, "Dormez**." Petunia lay akwardly injury healed and deep in sleep.
She sighed heavily and cast her eyes back my way, and made a sheepish expression. "This isn't how I wanted you to met me, Harry." She stood up and whispered "Faire Nettoyer***," and the room began to straighten itself up.
"Who the fuck are you?" I whispered in faint awe and horror.
The dragon hissed warningly at me. "Careful Harry. Perros, by Artemis, I will wring your scaly green neck it you bite anyone else today!" She scolded the dragon absently, and sat down wearily on the sofa, crossing her thin ankles, very Lady Di. "Please sit down, Harry, and I will explain everything to you." She flicked her wand and Petunia's body settled itself down comfortably in an armchair, looking peaceful and vauguely pleasant.
I sat down warily across from her, not liking that my wand was locked up in the closet. "So who are you, anyway." My eyes narrowed in suspicion. As I spoke the dragon, Perros, slunk over to curl himself onto her lap, and she stoked him with the affection women usually give spoiled cats.
"My name is Évelyne Colline de Fée****, and I've been sent by Albus Dumbledore to collect you." She spoke simply with candor.
I took a long look at her. She was petite, delicately featured, slim, lovely in fact. She looked harmless, but I knew better than to trust on appearance. She looked only a little older than I, but those eyes spoke of old pain and knowledge. "How do I know that's true? You look all innocent in your Doir suit, but for all I know you could be a Death Eater or something."
"I have a letter from Albus to give you," She slipped her hand into her jacket and pulled out a cream-colored parchment envelope with telltale green ink, "Maybe that will help you make up your mind about my trust worthiness." She handed it to me, perfectly manicured nails catching the morning light.
"How do I know its not a fake?"
"The day that anyone will be able to fake one of Albus' letters, is the day that cornish pixies stop being a nuisance and Muggles stop watching the television." She smiled, and against my better judgement, I accepted the letter.
The Hogwarts seal was undisturbed, and I opend the letter half expecting it to explode in my face. I slipped the parchment out gingerly and read as follows:
Dear Harry,
My dear boy, I understand that after all the trials you have endured in the past year must be sorely trying your soul. I find myself struggling as well. We have all lost people that are important to us. However, I do not believe that all the goodness in life has departed.
For years I have kept a secret unwilling from you. In order to safe keep her life from the Dark Lord, your God-Mother, Princess Évelyne of the High Seleighe Court, was forced into hiding. Now that all has been resolved I send her to you now so that you may spend the remaining part of your childhood with a loving family. I only wish I could have told you sooner.
I look foreward to your return to Hogwarts as does the entire staff.
My Sincerest Appologies,
Albus Dumbledore
Also enclosed was a list of the required texts and supplies, but I didn't spare it a glance. I felt a heavy weight on my chest, smothering me. A blow like this hadn't hit me since I discover Sirius Black was my Godfather. I gazed in silence for long minutes, then lifted my eyes to the woman across from me. "So you're my Godmother then, huh? When did this happen?"
French translations: * Blessure soigner = wound heal ** Dormez = sleep *** Faire Nettoyer = to clean up **** Colline de Fée = roughly Hill of the Fae
***DISCLAIMER*** Unfortunately, I do not own the world of Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does, so please don't sue me. I haven't got any money, and its only fan-fiction after all. The only thing that is mine is the plot and so far Évelyne, so please ask before borrowing ideas.
Please read and review! This is my first fic., and I'd love to get opinions
Fairy Rings Can Be Rather Tricky Things
Chapter Two: I Never Knew I Had You
Harry's Point of View
"Oh, Harry!" She said again tremulously, tears gathering in her glittereing eyes. Before I could say a word she flew to where I stood and threw her arms around me, grip tight and warm. She only came up to my sternum, she was short and felt indescribably sweet in my arms with her breasts pressed gently on me and her salty tears leaving wet tracks on my shirt. "Oh, Harry!" She sighed again as if my name were a prayer.
"Um, excuse me. miss, do I know you?" I asked looking down in amazement at the curly blond head resting against me.
"I am sorry for startling you, Harry." She murmured. Stepping back from me, she glanced up with wide eyes the cerulean blue of summer skies. "I have been inexcusable rude. My name is-"
"Get away from my nephew, you evil witch!" Aunt Petunia had aparently recovered from her shock and she stalked forward towards the blonde woman with violence underpining every line of the skinny woman's frame.
"Petunia, have a care-" The woman warned quickly in concern as Petunia raised her hand in the air to deliver a slap. Too late. A flash of green whizzed past, and Petunia screamed, blood rushing from her hand onto her perfect cream carpet. A small green dragon curled about the woman's neck and hissed threateningly at the injured woman.
The blonde woman scooped the dragon into her hands and tossed the dragon to me. "You're a parsel toungue, see if you can calm him down." She said turning to Petunia in contrition.
The dragon struggled furiously in my grip until I whispered, " Settle down guy." He stilled and cocked his slender, clever-looking head at me. "Oh you will be fun then." The little thing chuckled to itself. Who the bloody hell is this woman? Who has dragons as pets? Vicious, wicked dragons at that?
"Petunia, by all the gods, I am so sorry. please let me help you. his bite is poison-"
"Get away from me, you monster!" Petunia was screaming, thrashing visably shaking and losing stregth. "I'm calling the police! I'm calling the police!" She screamed endlessly like a broken recond dragging herself over to the phone getting blood all over the room, her pride and joy.
"Please, Petunia, it will spread faster if you don't calm down. Please your upseting yourself much too much." The woman was close, crouching almost, to reach her. As Petunia's good hand reached for the telephone, she tackeled her wand out. "Blessure soigner*!" She said firmly followed by, "Dormez**." Petunia lay akwardly injury healed and deep in sleep.
She sighed heavily and cast her eyes back my way, and made a sheepish expression. "This isn't how I wanted you to met me, Harry." She stood up and whispered "Faire Nettoyer***," and the room began to straighten itself up.
"Who the fuck are you?" I whispered in faint awe and horror.
The dragon hissed warningly at me. "Careful Harry. Perros, by Artemis, I will wring your scaly green neck it you bite anyone else today!" She scolded the dragon absently, and sat down wearily on the sofa, crossing her thin ankles, very Lady Di. "Please sit down, Harry, and I will explain everything to you." She flicked her wand and Petunia's body settled itself down comfortably in an armchair, looking peaceful and vauguely pleasant.
I sat down warily across from her, not liking that my wand was locked up in the closet. "So who are you, anyway." My eyes narrowed in suspicion. As I spoke the dragon, Perros, slunk over to curl himself onto her lap, and she stoked him with the affection women usually give spoiled cats.
"My name is Évelyne Colline de Fée****, and I've been sent by Albus Dumbledore to collect you." She spoke simply with candor.
I took a long look at her. She was petite, delicately featured, slim, lovely in fact. She looked harmless, but I knew better than to trust on appearance. She looked only a little older than I, but those eyes spoke of old pain and knowledge. "How do I know that's true? You look all innocent in your Doir suit, but for all I know you could be a Death Eater or something."
"I have a letter from Albus to give you," She slipped her hand into her jacket and pulled out a cream-colored parchment envelope with telltale green ink, "Maybe that will help you make up your mind about my trust worthiness." She handed it to me, perfectly manicured nails catching the morning light.
"How do I know its not a fake?"
"The day that anyone will be able to fake one of Albus' letters, is the day that cornish pixies stop being a nuisance and Muggles stop watching the television." She smiled, and against my better judgement, I accepted the letter.
The Hogwarts seal was undisturbed, and I opend the letter half expecting it to explode in my face. I slipped the parchment out gingerly and read as follows:
Dear Harry,
My dear boy, I understand that after all the trials you have endured in the past year must be sorely trying your soul. I find myself struggling as well. We have all lost people that are important to us. However, I do not believe that all the goodness in life has departed.
For years I have kept a secret unwilling from you. In order to safe keep her life from the Dark Lord, your God-Mother, Princess Évelyne of the High Seleighe Court, was forced into hiding. Now that all has been resolved I send her to you now so that you may spend the remaining part of your childhood with a loving family. I only wish I could have told you sooner.
I look foreward to your return to Hogwarts as does the entire staff.
My Sincerest Appologies,
Albus Dumbledore
Also enclosed was a list of the required texts and supplies, but I didn't spare it a glance. I felt a heavy weight on my chest, smothering me. A blow like this hadn't hit me since I discover Sirius Black was my Godfather. I gazed in silence for long minutes, then lifted my eyes to the woman across from me. "So you're my Godmother then, huh? When did this happen?"
French translations: * Blessure soigner = wound heal ** Dormez = sleep *** Faire Nettoyer = to clean up **** Colline de Fée = roughly Hill of the Fae
