Chapter two here. Sorry it took so long! I kept forgetting and before I
knew it, it was October! So in apology I've got three chapters to put up
this time. Again sorry. I don't own Harry potter. If I did I would be
rich. But instead I'm dirt poor. Spoilers books 1-5. My favorite would
have to be number five, then three, followed by two. The other two are
tied. Just thought you might want to know. Okey here we go. Chapter two:
Life begins
Harry knocked on the door and waited. He shifted from side to side as he waited. His animal friends hide behind his trunk, so is not to frighten anyone. He glared at the door willing it to open. It didn't. He felt in his pocket and took out a small silver key. He pushed it into the lock and opened the door. He peeked his head in and looked around. No one was there.
Harry shrugged and shoved the door open the rest of the way and drug his trunk in. Then looked back at his familiars and waved them in. He peeked around the apartment until he found what he had been looking for. An empty bedroom. He lugged his trunk in and stood back. Hitting the latch with his foot he watched as the trunk unpacked itself putting everything away. When it was finished he shoved the trunk under the bed and went out to the living room and sat down. His friends curled around him as he felt himself drift off.
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He awoke to a dull swish. With Seekers reflexes he caught something round, smooth, and cold an inch from his face. He opened his eyes to see a metal bat. He threw it on the couch next to him and looked at the person who had wielded the bat. It was a young man with coal black hair and dark purple eyes. He was about 5'10" with a lean well tanned body. Harry gazed at him a moment longer then spoke. "Hello. I think if I'm not mistaken that I'm your new roommate." He stuck out his hand as the young man blinked owlishly. "The names James Evanst." He said making sure to mask his british accent.
The other man shrugged then griped his hand. "Sorry about that. My names Dylan. Dylan Edwards. Welcome to your new apartment." Harry now known as James smiled. 'I think I'll like it here in Chicago.' He looked out the window at the stars. 'Goodbye for now, my love. I will like it here but the sooner I'm in your arms the better.'
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Draco shifted nervously in front of Ron's flat. He had agreed to meet the new couple for dinner. Slowly he reached up and knocked on the wooden door. An instant later Hermione opened the door. Draco raised an eyebrow at her state of dress. Her shirt was crooked and her jeans wrinkled. Her hair was messy and her cheeks were blazing.
"Did I interrupt?" He asked calmly.
"No" she managed to squeak out.
"Hermione who is it?" Came a husky voice from behind Hermione.
Draco smirked. "I'll come back when you two are finished." With that he turned around and walked away. Pain shot through his heart. He stopped and put a hand to his chest. When he didn't feel anything else he shrugged and began to walk again.
Draco walked slowly down the road and watched the couples walking hand in hand. He sighed and turned down a side road not bothering to look where he was going. Until he hit something with his swinging arms. It was the door to the leaky cauldron, he passed inside scanning the crowd. He didn't know who he was trying to find, but he had a feeling in his heart that someone was missing. 'I'm being silly. The only person that I know of who is missing is Potter.' He thought irritated with himself. He shook the feeling off and went out to the entrance to Diagon alley. He tapped the bricks and stepped on to the busy street. Full of people yet he felt alone. He walked into a shop and looked at the objects. A small crowd drew his attention over to the floo powder. The crowd parted for him as he made his way to whatever everyone was looking at. He stared at the small object. The sign said it was a portable fire communicator. It was about six inches long. Charcoal gray with small buttons on its front. Draco shrugged and picked one up. He took it to the register, and not even blinking at the price bought it. He left the store and apperated to his home, he didn't see the house elf stand and leave from behind a shelf of books.
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Petunia gazed at Dumbeldore. After everyone else had left she had finally been able to question him.
"What do you know about the fight? Or about Harry's soul-mate.? What do know about Harry that I don't? I think it's time that I learn just what my nephew has been up to at school."
Dumbeldore wiped his face with a handkerchief. "I know some of it from what we learned from the death eaters. But most of the fight they said couldn't be seen because of an invisible barrier. It seems Harry didn't want any one to see the fight."
Petunia bit her lip. Then asked the question she had been dying to get the answer to. "My sister? Is she really alive? And if so how?"
Dumbeldore sat back and smiled. "Yes Lily her husband and Sirius were brought back. They showed up at Hogwarts just before we left for your house to find Harry. As to how. It seems that Harry had far more power then anyone originally thought. The strength of his love for his parents and godfather somehow freed their souls from death. What was left of the blast that destroyed Voldemorts own soul, ended up creating the bodies for the souls he brought back. He made the bodies more enduring so they can die but it will take more then the killing curse to do so. Harry did all this unconsciously, so it is very doubtful that even he knows of the extent of his power. As to Harry's soul-mate and what he was up to while at school, you know most of it."
Petunia glared then her face softened. "So that young boy. Draco was his name. He is my nephews soul-mate?"
Dumbeldores eyes twinkled as he closed his eyes. "Let me start with the beginning. Starting with a boy who hated and was hated by his own muggle father. After his mother died he was left an orphan. This boy became bitter with the knowledge he had no one to love. And so began the creation of the most feared wizard of all. Lord Voldemort."
He unfolded the story behind Lord Voldemort and her nephew. They talked well into the night. Petunia was guilt ridden with the knowledge of what her nephew had been through. Before Dumbeldore left she promised to go back to where she belonged. The wizarding world.
Petunia closed the door behind Dumbeldore and sighed. She walked slowly up to her room and sank back onto the bed as the sun began to come up. She lay her head on the pillow and closed her eyes. Just before she drifted off she relized something. 'Dumbeldore never told me anything about harry's soul-mate!' ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Harry smiled in his sleep as a image appeared by his bed. It was him before the change took place. The image disappeared, reappearing in a small room with only a desk in it. The desk stood to the side of the small room. Soft snores were coming from under it. Harry's dream image floated toward the sound allowing him to see the room through his dream. He walked over and glanced under the desk. A ghost of a smile flit across his face at the picture he found.
A large shaggy black dog was curled around a smaller brown wolf. The dream image's smile widened and he took a camera from the desk. He held it in his ghostly fingers and snapped a picture, he took the picture and set it gently along with the camera on the desk. A pen appeared from nowhere and he wrote at the top 'Puppy Love'. He grinned and disappeared. Harry woke with a start.
He sat up breathing heavily. Hecate ducked under his hand and crooned. "It's okey Hecate. Just visiting Sirius." Harry shivered. Something didn't feel right. Selene curled up by his hand and the young emerald snake he had named Narasha wraped herself around his wrist, both began to shiver violently. Harry put a hand on Hecate and Selene and opened his mind to them. He sank into their thoughts.
Harry looked around. It was dark. An unnatural darkness. The light was being sucked away by a whorl pool of blackness. Harry stared into the blackness and gaped at what he saw. Lucious Malfoy facing his injured son. Blood trickled down the corner of the young Malfoys mouth. His eyes were wide with fright. Harry turned from the scene and screamed.
He fell into reality with a thump. He was shaking from head to toe. "I wont let it happen. I promise Drako I wont let it." He whispered tears falling down his cheeks. He wiped the tears away greatful his roommate wasn't there.
He tried to think of happy times but couldn't bring any memories up. Selene and Hecate much calmer now nuzzled his hands and he smiled and fell into the first memory of his two animal friends.
*Flashback*
Hagrid gave the last whistle to the last student in the class. It was the beginning of sixth year.
"A'l right. Now that you get yer whistle's each one of ye in turn will play a tune that comes from your heart. The melody will call yer familiar. It plays on wha' yer feelin'. If yer feelin' happy the tune 'll be happy. A'l right Lavender. You can go first."
Lavender put the small metal whistle to her lips and began to play. Small lavender flames licked at her ankles as she played the light happy tune. Something jumped from the trees as she took the whistle from her lips. The flames died and lavender cuddled the small furry thing to her chest. She stepped away from the dark forest and up to Hagrid.
Hagrid checked the furry thing then nodded to Lavender who then walked back up the castle. Everyone got into line, Harry in the back with Malfoy. Malfoy sneered but Harry didn't notice. Slowly the line moved as people left for the castle with their familiar's in their arms.
Soon the only people that were left were Harry and Malfoy. Malfoy stood by the forest and began to play his whistle. Harry snapped out of his daze when he heard the song. It was sad, and full of suffering. Harry listened closely to the tune, and watched the trees for any sign of movement. Nothing moved for a long while then a faint noise could be heard. A small dragon glided into the clearing as Malfoy stopped playing. He lifted his head up to the sky and smiled. A true genuine smile. He lifted his arm and the dragon landed crooning softly. Malfoy stroked its head then glanced at Harry. He stepped away from the forest and sat on the grass.
Harry began to move to his spot by the forest, but stopped. Harry closed his eyes and put the whistle to his lips. Four flames of different colors began to circle his feet. Scarlet, emerald green, yellow, and a deep blue. When he began to play the flames roared up to his waist. He eyes flashed open, shinning green the pupils completely gone. The tune filled the grounds, heads poked out of the doors and windows of the school. They listened to the haunting tune shuddering. Malfoy stared as Harry began to glow an eerie black the flames spinning around faster making them just a blur of colors. Then a dark song answered his from the sky. A small dot circled, coming closer to the ground. The song came again with more intensity. The dot became a medium sized bird when it could be seen. As it got closer shimmering colors could be seen. Dark blue blending with black and a very light blue, the bird came closer. A gasp could be heard from many as the bird came close enough to tell what kind of bird it was. A phoenix. But not just any old Phoenix. A Phoenix of the darkness. It circled once more and then landed on Harrys shoulder and began to softly sing with Harry's haunting tune. Harry didn't stop, he didn't even glance at the Phoenix. He kept his pupiless eyes on the dark forest.
Soon almost the entire school had filed out to watch the boy-who- lived. He didn't notice any of them, he just kept playing. The song drifted into the very souls of the people gathered around him. Soon running feet could be heard coming from the forest. People waited with bated breath as the footsteps came closer. Then the song came to an end and a pure white form streaked from the forest. Harry pulled the whistle from his lips and sighed. The white form stopped by his feet. Some people screamed at the sight they saw. It was a young wolf cub with a pure white coat and three fluffy tails. It sat proudly by Harry's feet watching his face.
Harry turned his eyes to the crowd, the animals following his example. Many in the crowd backed away when they saw three sets of pupiless eyes. One a dark pair of emeralds the other two darker then the night sky.
Then all at once the mask of the great Harry Potter was back on his face and he was looking in confusion at the crowd. The crowd sighed and turned away not believing that they had actually seen the haunted eyes in the face of their savior. The crowd disappeared, and Harry's mask dropped off as he turned to the forest and walked in. He walked until he came upon a small clearing. He sat by a small water fall and put his face in his hands. Silver eyes watched from the edge of the clearing.
Harry lifted his head and gazed at his two familiar's. A lone black tear fell silently down his face. He brushed it off then stared at it. He cursed then hissed something under his breath. Another tear fell, this one as clear as crystal. Harry sighed again. Then began to speak softly to his familiar's. "I have to hide everything about myself and I'm tiered of it. I even have to hide my tears. The only people who understand are Ron and Hermione. And I'm putting them in danger just by being around them. I never wanted any of this. I want someone to love me, need me for who I really am." He trailed off the tears on his face flickering then becoming black once more.
*End flashback*
Harry sighed then padded over to the desk in his room. He sat down Hecate on his knee Narasha on his wrist and Selene curled around his feet. He glanced out the window at the sky. Then sighed once more and took out a blank piece of paper and a pen and began to write.
Once upon a time there was a dark wizard who was concurred by a small boy. Before the boy could even talk, he lost everything. He was the Boy- Who-Lived...
All done with this one. Thanks for all the reviews! The next one will be here as soon as possible. The next ones called Memories.
Harry knocked on the door and waited. He shifted from side to side as he waited. His animal friends hide behind his trunk, so is not to frighten anyone. He glared at the door willing it to open. It didn't. He felt in his pocket and took out a small silver key. He pushed it into the lock and opened the door. He peeked his head in and looked around. No one was there.
Harry shrugged and shoved the door open the rest of the way and drug his trunk in. Then looked back at his familiars and waved them in. He peeked around the apartment until he found what he had been looking for. An empty bedroom. He lugged his trunk in and stood back. Hitting the latch with his foot he watched as the trunk unpacked itself putting everything away. When it was finished he shoved the trunk under the bed and went out to the living room and sat down. His friends curled around him as he felt himself drift off.
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He awoke to a dull swish. With Seekers reflexes he caught something round, smooth, and cold an inch from his face. He opened his eyes to see a metal bat. He threw it on the couch next to him and looked at the person who had wielded the bat. It was a young man with coal black hair and dark purple eyes. He was about 5'10" with a lean well tanned body. Harry gazed at him a moment longer then spoke. "Hello. I think if I'm not mistaken that I'm your new roommate." He stuck out his hand as the young man blinked owlishly. "The names James Evanst." He said making sure to mask his british accent.
The other man shrugged then griped his hand. "Sorry about that. My names Dylan. Dylan Edwards. Welcome to your new apartment." Harry now known as James smiled. 'I think I'll like it here in Chicago.' He looked out the window at the stars. 'Goodbye for now, my love. I will like it here but the sooner I'm in your arms the better.'
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Draco shifted nervously in front of Ron's flat. He had agreed to meet the new couple for dinner. Slowly he reached up and knocked on the wooden door. An instant later Hermione opened the door. Draco raised an eyebrow at her state of dress. Her shirt was crooked and her jeans wrinkled. Her hair was messy and her cheeks were blazing.
"Did I interrupt?" He asked calmly.
"No" she managed to squeak out.
"Hermione who is it?" Came a husky voice from behind Hermione.
Draco smirked. "I'll come back when you two are finished." With that he turned around and walked away. Pain shot through his heart. He stopped and put a hand to his chest. When he didn't feel anything else he shrugged and began to walk again.
Draco walked slowly down the road and watched the couples walking hand in hand. He sighed and turned down a side road not bothering to look where he was going. Until he hit something with his swinging arms. It was the door to the leaky cauldron, he passed inside scanning the crowd. He didn't know who he was trying to find, but he had a feeling in his heart that someone was missing. 'I'm being silly. The only person that I know of who is missing is Potter.' He thought irritated with himself. He shook the feeling off and went out to the entrance to Diagon alley. He tapped the bricks and stepped on to the busy street. Full of people yet he felt alone. He walked into a shop and looked at the objects. A small crowd drew his attention over to the floo powder. The crowd parted for him as he made his way to whatever everyone was looking at. He stared at the small object. The sign said it was a portable fire communicator. It was about six inches long. Charcoal gray with small buttons on its front. Draco shrugged and picked one up. He took it to the register, and not even blinking at the price bought it. He left the store and apperated to his home, he didn't see the house elf stand and leave from behind a shelf of books.
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Petunia gazed at Dumbeldore. After everyone else had left she had finally been able to question him.
"What do you know about the fight? Or about Harry's soul-mate.? What do know about Harry that I don't? I think it's time that I learn just what my nephew has been up to at school."
Dumbeldore wiped his face with a handkerchief. "I know some of it from what we learned from the death eaters. But most of the fight they said couldn't be seen because of an invisible barrier. It seems Harry didn't want any one to see the fight."
Petunia bit her lip. Then asked the question she had been dying to get the answer to. "My sister? Is she really alive? And if so how?"
Dumbeldore sat back and smiled. "Yes Lily her husband and Sirius were brought back. They showed up at Hogwarts just before we left for your house to find Harry. As to how. It seems that Harry had far more power then anyone originally thought. The strength of his love for his parents and godfather somehow freed their souls from death. What was left of the blast that destroyed Voldemorts own soul, ended up creating the bodies for the souls he brought back. He made the bodies more enduring so they can die but it will take more then the killing curse to do so. Harry did all this unconsciously, so it is very doubtful that even he knows of the extent of his power. As to Harry's soul-mate and what he was up to while at school, you know most of it."
Petunia glared then her face softened. "So that young boy. Draco was his name. He is my nephews soul-mate?"
Dumbeldores eyes twinkled as he closed his eyes. "Let me start with the beginning. Starting with a boy who hated and was hated by his own muggle father. After his mother died he was left an orphan. This boy became bitter with the knowledge he had no one to love. And so began the creation of the most feared wizard of all. Lord Voldemort."
He unfolded the story behind Lord Voldemort and her nephew. They talked well into the night. Petunia was guilt ridden with the knowledge of what her nephew had been through. Before Dumbeldore left she promised to go back to where she belonged. The wizarding world.
Petunia closed the door behind Dumbeldore and sighed. She walked slowly up to her room and sank back onto the bed as the sun began to come up. She lay her head on the pillow and closed her eyes. Just before she drifted off she relized something. 'Dumbeldore never told me anything about harry's soul-mate!' ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Harry smiled in his sleep as a image appeared by his bed. It was him before the change took place. The image disappeared, reappearing in a small room with only a desk in it. The desk stood to the side of the small room. Soft snores were coming from under it. Harry's dream image floated toward the sound allowing him to see the room through his dream. He walked over and glanced under the desk. A ghost of a smile flit across his face at the picture he found.
A large shaggy black dog was curled around a smaller brown wolf. The dream image's smile widened and he took a camera from the desk. He held it in his ghostly fingers and snapped a picture, he took the picture and set it gently along with the camera on the desk. A pen appeared from nowhere and he wrote at the top 'Puppy Love'. He grinned and disappeared. Harry woke with a start.
He sat up breathing heavily. Hecate ducked under his hand and crooned. "It's okey Hecate. Just visiting Sirius." Harry shivered. Something didn't feel right. Selene curled up by his hand and the young emerald snake he had named Narasha wraped herself around his wrist, both began to shiver violently. Harry put a hand on Hecate and Selene and opened his mind to them. He sank into their thoughts.
Harry looked around. It was dark. An unnatural darkness. The light was being sucked away by a whorl pool of blackness. Harry stared into the blackness and gaped at what he saw. Lucious Malfoy facing his injured son. Blood trickled down the corner of the young Malfoys mouth. His eyes were wide with fright. Harry turned from the scene and screamed.
He fell into reality with a thump. He was shaking from head to toe. "I wont let it happen. I promise Drako I wont let it." He whispered tears falling down his cheeks. He wiped the tears away greatful his roommate wasn't there.
He tried to think of happy times but couldn't bring any memories up. Selene and Hecate much calmer now nuzzled his hands and he smiled and fell into the first memory of his two animal friends.
*Flashback*
Hagrid gave the last whistle to the last student in the class. It was the beginning of sixth year.
"A'l right. Now that you get yer whistle's each one of ye in turn will play a tune that comes from your heart. The melody will call yer familiar. It plays on wha' yer feelin'. If yer feelin' happy the tune 'll be happy. A'l right Lavender. You can go first."
Lavender put the small metal whistle to her lips and began to play. Small lavender flames licked at her ankles as she played the light happy tune. Something jumped from the trees as she took the whistle from her lips. The flames died and lavender cuddled the small furry thing to her chest. She stepped away from the dark forest and up to Hagrid.
Hagrid checked the furry thing then nodded to Lavender who then walked back up the castle. Everyone got into line, Harry in the back with Malfoy. Malfoy sneered but Harry didn't notice. Slowly the line moved as people left for the castle with their familiar's in their arms.
Soon the only people that were left were Harry and Malfoy. Malfoy stood by the forest and began to play his whistle. Harry snapped out of his daze when he heard the song. It was sad, and full of suffering. Harry listened closely to the tune, and watched the trees for any sign of movement. Nothing moved for a long while then a faint noise could be heard. A small dragon glided into the clearing as Malfoy stopped playing. He lifted his head up to the sky and smiled. A true genuine smile. He lifted his arm and the dragon landed crooning softly. Malfoy stroked its head then glanced at Harry. He stepped away from the forest and sat on the grass.
Harry began to move to his spot by the forest, but stopped. Harry closed his eyes and put the whistle to his lips. Four flames of different colors began to circle his feet. Scarlet, emerald green, yellow, and a deep blue. When he began to play the flames roared up to his waist. He eyes flashed open, shinning green the pupils completely gone. The tune filled the grounds, heads poked out of the doors and windows of the school. They listened to the haunting tune shuddering. Malfoy stared as Harry began to glow an eerie black the flames spinning around faster making them just a blur of colors. Then a dark song answered his from the sky. A small dot circled, coming closer to the ground. The song came again with more intensity. The dot became a medium sized bird when it could be seen. As it got closer shimmering colors could be seen. Dark blue blending with black and a very light blue, the bird came closer. A gasp could be heard from many as the bird came close enough to tell what kind of bird it was. A phoenix. But not just any old Phoenix. A Phoenix of the darkness. It circled once more and then landed on Harrys shoulder and began to softly sing with Harry's haunting tune. Harry didn't stop, he didn't even glance at the Phoenix. He kept his pupiless eyes on the dark forest.
Soon almost the entire school had filed out to watch the boy-who- lived. He didn't notice any of them, he just kept playing. The song drifted into the very souls of the people gathered around him. Soon running feet could be heard coming from the forest. People waited with bated breath as the footsteps came closer. Then the song came to an end and a pure white form streaked from the forest. Harry pulled the whistle from his lips and sighed. The white form stopped by his feet. Some people screamed at the sight they saw. It was a young wolf cub with a pure white coat and three fluffy tails. It sat proudly by Harry's feet watching his face.
Harry turned his eyes to the crowd, the animals following his example. Many in the crowd backed away when they saw three sets of pupiless eyes. One a dark pair of emeralds the other two darker then the night sky.
Then all at once the mask of the great Harry Potter was back on his face and he was looking in confusion at the crowd. The crowd sighed and turned away not believing that they had actually seen the haunted eyes in the face of their savior. The crowd disappeared, and Harry's mask dropped off as he turned to the forest and walked in. He walked until he came upon a small clearing. He sat by a small water fall and put his face in his hands. Silver eyes watched from the edge of the clearing.
Harry lifted his head and gazed at his two familiar's. A lone black tear fell silently down his face. He brushed it off then stared at it. He cursed then hissed something under his breath. Another tear fell, this one as clear as crystal. Harry sighed again. Then began to speak softly to his familiar's. "I have to hide everything about myself and I'm tiered of it. I even have to hide my tears. The only people who understand are Ron and Hermione. And I'm putting them in danger just by being around them. I never wanted any of this. I want someone to love me, need me for who I really am." He trailed off the tears on his face flickering then becoming black once more.
*End flashback*
Harry sighed then padded over to the desk in his room. He sat down Hecate on his knee Narasha on his wrist and Selene curled around his feet. He glanced out the window at the sky. Then sighed once more and took out a blank piece of paper and a pen and began to write.
Once upon a time there was a dark wizard who was concurred by a small boy. Before the boy could even talk, he lost everything. He was the Boy- Who-Lived...
All done with this one. Thanks for all the reviews! The next one will be here as soon as possible. The next ones called Memories.