Harry is entering his 6th year at Hogwarts and he is forming a new outlook
on life. His powers are growing, ties are forming, old friends, new faces,
death, destruction and the best kept secrets. His Life will never be the
same again. Post OOTP.
*^Harry Potter and the Eye of Perelia^*
Chapter One ~ C'est La Vie
Harry knew. The moment his head had hit the pillows two weeks ago, he had known. He had to be strong, he had to fight, he had to kill or be killed. Any normal boy would have thought life wasn't worth living, but he wasn't any normal boy. He was a wizard, and a confused wizard at that. Life was different for him. He was THE wizard.
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Mr Harry Potter of number 4 Privet Drive was having a very tedious and, frankly it was becoming, a very typical 'Harry Potter' summer. Very few letters were arriving, no attacks on the wizarding world and lots of time to go over the last year in his head. Just three weeks ago, Harry had lost his godfather, led his friends into danger, faced the Dark Lord Voldemort and had been alerted of the fact that the fate of the whole world was on his shoulders.
No surprises there then.
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The mist ran over the cobbled streets and the trickles of water dwindled down the drains. Out of the gloom a young woman came into view. She walked slowly and delicately across the slippery stones. Her footsteps stopped, echoing out down the street. A yellowing newspaper fell to the floor and small droplets of tears ran down her cheeks, her eyes shining dully with a grey tinge. She was dressed in black robes and her face was in shadow. Slowly, she lifted up her head to the light and defiantly stood as if waiting for something. A smile slowly crept across her face and she took up walking again.
Aurelia was.well...Aurelia. She was lonely, depressed and friendless, pessimistic, intelligent and had a unique independence border lining on arrogance. Her life was complicated. A genius, an angel and a witch. An Uncle abroad, family dead or dying and an empty hole in her heart.yet to be filled. Life.don't talk to her about life.
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At number 4 Privet Drive, a boy was standing in view. In the mediocre darkness, his figure almost loomed unhappily upon the street.
"Happy Birthday, Harry," the lanky boy whispered. He was standing in front of a slightly shattered mirror and was smiling pitifully at himself.
Harry had finally stopped growing and was gradually filling out his lanky frame. His hair was unruly, his skin grey from underfeeding but those bright green eyes shone through the dawn light like a beacon of hope.
Ever since his godfather had died two weeks ago, Harry had been very confused. His life was different. The unspoken questions had been answered and now all Harry had left was to dwell on them. Harry thought that now knowing the prophecy, his life might seem to make some kind of sense, but all it had done was rip his world to shreds. Yes, he had answers, yes, he knew why and it didn't solve the problem, but Harry wasn't going to give up.
"C'est la vie.that's life," he whispered and snubbed out the candle.
same again. Post OOTP.
*^Harry Potter and the Eye of Perelia^*
Chapter One ~ C'est La Vie
Harry knew. The moment his head had hit the pillows two weeks ago, he had known. He had to be strong, he had to fight, he had to kill or be killed. Any normal boy would have thought life wasn't worth living, but he wasn't any normal boy. He was a wizard, and a confused wizard at that. Life was different for him. He was THE wizard.
*^^*^^*^^*^^*^^*^^*^^*^^*^^*
Mr Harry Potter of number 4 Privet Drive was having a very tedious and, frankly it was becoming, a very typical 'Harry Potter' summer. Very few letters were arriving, no attacks on the wizarding world and lots of time to go over the last year in his head. Just three weeks ago, Harry had lost his godfather, led his friends into danger, faced the Dark Lord Voldemort and had been alerted of the fact that the fate of the whole world was on his shoulders.
No surprises there then.
*^^*^^*^^*^^*^^*^^*^^*^^*^^*
The mist ran over the cobbled streets and the trickles of water dwindled down the drains. Out of the gloom a young woman came into view. She walked slowly and delicately across the slippery stones. Her footsteps stopped, echoing out down the street. A yellowing newspaper fell to the floor and small droplets of tears ran down her cheeks, her eyes shining dully with a grey tinge. She was dressed in black robes and her face was in shadow. Slowly, she lifted up her head to the light and defiantly stood as if waiting for something. A smile slowly crept across her face and she took up walking again.
Aurelia was.well...Aurelia. She was lonely, depressed and friendless, pessimistic, intelligent and had a unique independence border lining on arrogance. Her life was complicated. A genius, an angel and a witch. An Uncle abroad, family dead or dying and an empty hole in her heart.yet to be filled. Life.don't talk to her about life.
*^^*^^*^^*^^*^^*^^*^^*^^*^^*
At number 4 Privet Drive, a boy was standing in view. In the mediocre darkness, his figure almost loomed unhappily upon the street.
"Happy Birthday, Harry," the lanky boy whispered. He was standing in front of a slightly shattered mirror and was smiling pitifully at himself.
Harry had finally stopped growing and was gradually filling out his lanky frame. His hair was unruly, his skin grey from underfeeding but those bright green eyes shone through the dawn light like a beacon of hope.
Ever since his godfather had died two weeks ago, Harry had been very confused. His life was different. The unspoken questions had been answered and now all Harry had left was to dwell on them. Harry thought that now knowing the prophecy, his life might seem to make some kind of sense, but all it had done was rip his world to shreds. Yes, he had answers, yes, he knew why and it didn't solve the problem, but Harry wasn't going to give up.
"C'est la vie.that's life," he whispered and snubbed out the candle.
