Chapter Four: Enter the Children

Chapter 4

*10 Year Anniversary Since Downfall Of Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and the disappearance of the Potter children

October 31, 1991

London

Harry sat down in one of the flat couches at the orphanage. Today was October 31, 1991, and it was the most miserable day of Harry's entire life. He didn't know why he always felt so down on these days, but he did, and even his books couldn't cheer him up.

He could always go and play football with the other kids, but they would never let him on their teams, complaining that he was to good and would score the ball in the net about 10 times within the first minutes. Or he could go to the library across the town and borrow a book, but then that was a problem because it was already so late in the day.

So he decided on only one thing he could do.

Harry immediately jumped from the flat couch and walked casually to his bunk in the small room to bring out something that he had always liked, a ring. He grasped it in his hands and headed back to the couch.

Harry had always like this ring for some reason or another. It was the ring he had been found with on the day about 10 years ago when he had first come to this orphanage. He couldn't remember that day well at all, but Lady Serine, the person who supported this orphanage with money, could.

She had said it had been a windy day, and snow had started to fall. 'It was cold out here during that particular fall. We weren't expecting anybody to be showing up that day to deliver orphans, like yourself, but someone did,' Lady Serine had explained. 'A man with blonde hair, and icy eyes, wearing a large black trench coat appeared out of nowhere in the storm that was brewing. He had little baby you in his arms, and three other children, but they seemed all just a blur. A cloud or something that looked like a cloud was covering their bodies, so it was hard to make out what they looked like.'

'But you could see me perfectly well,' the smaller Harry had chirped happily.

Lady Serine had laughed. 'Yes, yes, young Harry. I could see you perfectly fine. The man handed you to me and told me your name. He said, 'This is Harry. Take good care of him for I may come back for him one day.' Then he took the other 3 children and left, disappeared right into the storm. I think it was the weirdest experience of my life.' Then Lady Serine had laughed.

They had found the ring around his neck, but when someone had tried to take it off, it burned them. So he had always favored this ring.

It was all dark silver that glowed eerily when ever it was next to gold. In the middle of the ring seemed like some sort of seal: a serpent winding it's way up a sword. As he looked all around it, it seemed it could have other pieces attach to it, but the matrons said that they never found anything else on him.

Harry sighed and put the ring around his neck. If only he could remember.

October 31, 1991

Ottery St. Catchpole

Cameron sat in one of the overstuffed, high-backed chairs that adorned his room. His stepmother had wanted him to go out and enjoy himself with his stepbrothers, and stepsister and go trick-or-treating, but he didn't feel like it.

He just hated Halloween.

It really just wasn't his thing. Ron, Ginny, Fred, and George had absolutely no idea as to why Cameron was so against Halloween. But Percy, Charlie, and Bill knew. So did his stepparents. Halloween was the day that Cameron had become part of the Weasley family.

Everybody remembered that day as clear as crystal.

An old mage dressed in a cloak with the hood over his eyes had come to the Weasley house that fateful day. It was raining harder than it had in the past few days, and the wind picked up, swirling the old cloak around the even older mage. He had had 4-year-old Cameron in his arms, cradled like a little baby. Beside him were 2 other children, obscured by a thick mist, which could only be the work of this mysterious person.

He quickly handed Cameron to Arthur Weasley, the father of all of the children, and told him in a strong voice, "Arthur Weasley, descendent of Helga Hufflepuff and Godric Gryffindor, this is Cameron. Take good care of him for I may be back for him one day." Then he had left in a swirl of mist with the other two children.

That was the day where he lost his memory, and never got it back.

Then there was the ring. It was breathtaking with its shiny polished gold surface, and its beautifully engraved gryffin. In back of the gryffin was a large misty castle. This ring had been with him since that day and had guarded him from danger for his whole life. He had always taken it with him everywhere he went, an always reminder that he was not one of the Weasley's own, but someone from unknown origins.

That reminded him. Homework. He had homework from the Head of Gryffindor House, Professor McGonagall

If only he could remember where he came from.

October 31, 1991

Las Vegas

Brian sat dejectedly in one of the high-backed armchairs in his office. It was the ten-year anniversary since he had been taken to this God-forsaken land. This and that was now his only home and refuge.

He looked out of the wall-sized windows that showed out across the underground lair that was his. It also showed the rain. The endlessly pouring rain that ruined the lives of some many kept pouring down like tears from the dark and ominous sky. To Brian the rain was refuge. He had loved the rain ever since he was a small boy. A small boy.

That triggered a memory so deep hidden within himself that he had almost forget that it was there. For all his success and wealth, he had almost forgotten the start of it all.

The rain was cold and wet against the cheeks of the young boy. But he didn't mind. He really didn't care about anything anymore. As the rain pelted harder again the pale face of the young boy, he finally looked up into the darkened sky. But he didn't wait long. The spider lady was calling him on. A young girl lay in her arms fast asleep, unaware of everything going on around her.

Finally they stopped in front a small door in an underground tavern. Only a few people scurried here and there to get out of the rain, so nobody noticed both of them walk in.

In the tavern was a bar, and many loud people drinking and laughing gaily. But when the spider lady with the young girl in her arms, and Brian by her side, entered all noise faded into nothing. Every eye focused on the three of them, waiting in anticipation of what was to happen.

The spider lady walked over to the bartender, not wavering with the many glares. "Here," she spoke softly, though had a steely edge to it. "This is Brian. Take good care of him, for I may come back someday and claim him as my own." The bartender nodded mutely, staring at the spider lady.

Then the spider lady with the girl in her arms turned and walked through the crowds of people, and out of the door into the storm of the night.

Brian's memory was fuzzy after that, like someone had messed up a tape recorder. But the time with the spider lady was unforgettable. His only reminder of the spider lady before she left was the ice ring that she had stuck into his hands just before she had left.

It was made of pure ice that never melted, even if it was a blazing 107 degrees outside. In the center of the ring, in the ice, was a small person with wings. All his years growing up around the bartender and underground illegal business trading, he had always thought it to be as unreal as the notion that the world was flat. Recently, although never melting, had became to grow warm on his hand where he always wore it. And inside the ring, the small person with wings had started to come alive.

As unbelievable as this sounds, it had started to happen. So now the only thing left to figure out was how could this be happening, and the most important thing: How do I found out where the spider lady went?

October 31, 1991

Calhan

Reye lay down on the table for the second time that week. Doctors with the white masks on stared down at her. One Doctor, Dr. Merriam Travis, was holding a needle to stick into the underside of her arm. It was attached to an IV, which was filled with a liquid that would lull her to sleep so they could administer the operation. "Ok, Reye, were just going to administer this little needle into your arm so we can have a looky at what makes you tick. So-"

"Just get on with it Doc. Just stick it already."

The Doctor looked surprised, but said nothing as he injected the needle into her arm. Reye shivered and winced, then her eyes started to become glazed and her mind was flooded with images trying to take over her brain, as the dreamscape became to come into full motion.

Reye knew that she was dreaming as she stepped into the lone and dark place. She had been here many times before, almost every night, or every time the doctors came and operated on her.

This place, the Dreamscape, was a dark place. The only light shone off of the mist that lined the floor. Sometimes when she got there, there would be something waiting for her, numbers or lights or a memory, or at least something! But tonight was different.

Tonight, not a sound could be heard except her ragged breathing and the scuff of shoes on the floor beneath the layer of mist. She looked around, though only seeing the dark place, moved on. There was nothing out there tonight. For Pete's sake, absolutely nothing! Reye's mind raged. But suddenly, there was something.

A voice.

No. The Voice.

And then she knew what happened on the day that she was brought to this continent and this nuthouse. She knew about the man that had brought her here, the man with the green eyes do much like her own, and the ring that was her own. She knew only that far, and she thought that would be enough for now. Only for now. She wanted to know everything when the time was right.

None of these four children have any idea what lays in store for them in their own destiny. That's about to change. None of these children could remember their past before they were taken away from their parents by their guardians, and put before all life has to offer. That's about to change. They never knew past their miserable little lives, and the lies spun like a web around them, they were oblivious. But that's about to change.

None of these children-Harry, Cameron, Brian, and Reye-know anything past sorrow, hatred, grief, loss, pain, and suffering, but all that's about to change.

As they begin to realize their potential and destiny set out for them on the narrow path, they will be tested to the other limits of their beings. It will be a long and tedious journey, only made by a select few in the world's lifetime, and some may not come back. But, they will no longer sit in the darkness and let it consume their lives, but go out and live life to the full potential.

They will be the four to drive back evil from the world, though they do not know now what they must do. But they will. And they will win.

But the dark, in all its blackness and coldness, has some changing in mind, making the four susceptible to falling. And this may keep the Light from gaining all it needs to win.