*~*~*Raven's POV*~*~*
I stepped out into the dark night on some strange street. The sky rumbled and the rain was pouring down in buckets. This was not what I was expecting. There are these strange building things with numbers on their doors. I wondered if people here lived by numbers.
There was a feeling of magic in the air. It wasn't as powerful as it was back home, where magic lived everywhere. Here it seemed to slink around, hiding for some reason, and heavily distilled by realism and disbelief. How sad.
I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and tried to use my psychic abilities to find out where to go next. I could feel a strange tug to one of the houses on my left. I opened my eyes and saw it was pretty much the same as all the other buildings. Oh well, my ESP had never failed me before. I picked up my bag and walked up to the door and knocked a few times.
I didn't get a response right away. I shivered, it was getting a little chilly out. I feel another tug, and I look up. If the door isn't working I could just go in through the second floor window.
*~*~*Harry's POV*~*~*
It had been a quiet day. The Dursley's have been very careful around me lately thanks to Lupin's threat last summer but they've recovered by pretending I'm not there. It's slightly depressing, especially on my birthday. The night is too wild for owl post so I wasn't expecting any presents until possibly tomorrow when the storm calms down a bit. It had been raining all day and I was quite sick of it.
Just when I was starting to fall asleep I hear a tap, tap, tap at my window. I wondered if it was any owls braving the storm. Hedwig was also startled and woke up with a hoot. There wasn't a owl at my window, but a little blue bird. It was hard to see what it looked like in the gloom but I could just make out the pathetic puppy-dog look. I carefully opened the window and the little thing flitted in. I noticed that it was carrying a large backpack, which didn't make sense as the little bird could fit in the palm of my hand, but it was carrying something 10 times its size.
It dropped the bag on the floor and tweeted strangely. I closed the window and watched in facsination as the bird started to... change. It glowed softly in blue light and in a flash of blue there was no longer a bird on the floor but a... girl. She stood up and I saw... well, I saw a beautiful petite girl with long, shiny, straight midnight black hair that casecaded down to her knees. It reflected the dim light from the outside streetlamps making it seem as if stars where shining in her hair. Her eyes were a soft blue-green colour, so deep and mysterious I felt like I could drown in them. She wore a strange silky white dress - well, it wasn't so much a dress as a piece of fabric held together by golden rings at the side. It was cut short at her knees, revealing long, shapely legs. The dress hugged her figure. She wasn't wearing any shoes, I noticed.
She tilted her head to the side causing her hair to tumble over her creamy skin. "Darre?" She said. "Narue tomo amiete?" I blinked at her.
"Pardon?" I said cautiously. "Who are you?"
She stared at me for a while. Then suddenly she glowed very softly, causing her hair and dress to ripple in a non-existant breeze. When she finished she opened her eyes and spoke again: "So," she said. "This is Earth?"
I nodded dumbly. I was still struck by her beauty. It wasn't everyday a gorgeous scantaly clad woman came into my bedroom.
She gave me a small smile. "I'm sorry, I haven't introduced my self yet, have I?" She smoothed out her dress and cleared her throat. "My name is -" she faultered for a moment. Then shook her head. "No, you are trustworthy. Well else would the powers guide me to you?" She looked at me square in the eyes and I felt as if she could see into my soul. "My name is Princess Raven Blackwing of the Gentry Court on the Silverstar glade in Avalyn." She held my gaze for a moment. "And you are?"
I swallowed and tried to find my voice. Say something debonair to her! I urged myself. "Um... I'm Harry P-Potter. I-I'm not a p-prince." I cursed silently. Oh smooth move, Potter. I think she could tell you aren't a prince judging by your huge, old, pajamas.
*~*~*Raven's POV*~*~*
I giggled softly at the boy's response. He was quite cute, with lovely messy black hair and soulful green eyes.
Oh how nice it was to feel again! Being with this boy was like seeing those pictures of my mother, it just made me... happy. Gods it was nice to be happy again.
"Where did you come from?" He said. He was blushing sweetly.
I cleared my throat and told him my story. I could feel it in my... yes, I could feel it in my heart that he was a good person. I could see it in his soul when I looked at him. I could trust him. So I told him everything. From my 13th birthday to finding my mother's Hogwarts things. I even pulled out my wand to show him.
He took it carefully. "This is a Hogwarts wand all right." He said. "I go there. I'm the Gryffindor house. Um. 6th year." I nodded.
"So... can you tell me what Hogwarts is? I only know that it's a school." His eyes lighted up and he told me everything. From his adventures in his first year to... what happened to his Godfather. I nodded my head in empathy.
"I know what it's like." I said softly. "The first few months are always the hardest. The trick is just to take it one day at a time." He nodded and sniffed a bit.
"Does it ever... stop hurting?" He asked me tentitavely.
I considered this. I considered seeing my mother's pictures. "It... still hurts. But not the kind of pain it is now. Sort of... a bitter sweet feeling. You'll never stop missing them but it is possible to move on. You can find someone else to help ease the pain." I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes too. "That's why I'm here. I need to find my dad and the Orb so I can live with him."
Harry seemed to pull himself together. "How much time do you have?"
"I don't know." I said softly.
Harry seemed to come to a decision. "I got it! I'll take you to Dumbledore!"
I looked startled. "Can he help me? Does he know where the Orb is?"
He nodded sagely. "I'm pretty sure he knows just about everything. He's the headmaster of Hogwarts so if we explain the situation to him I'm sure he'll let you stay there with us." A new thought occured to him. "Um, do you know our kind of magic?"
I stared at the wand in my hand. I remembered reading as many magical books as I could get my hands on. I cleared my throat and said: "Lumos!" A thin beam of light illuminated at the tip of my wand. I nodded.
"I know some," I said. "I know transfiguration, as you saw earlier, and many charms and hexes." I hesitated. "I love herbology, and divinition. But... unfortunately I'm not great at potions."
A dark look came over Harry's face at the word "potions". It startled me. "It doesn't matter. Potions aren't important." He looked at his black box with red glowing numbers on it. "It's getting pretty late. Um. You can have the bed I'll just... sleep on the floor."
I shook my head empathetically. "Nononono, I'm the intruder, I'll take the floor."
"No, I insist. You can have the bed. It would... really make me feel better if you did. You know," he said awkwardly. "So I can be a gentlemen?" He gave me a lopsided grin and I giggled again.
"Oh, alright." I gave in.
"I'll go and get a sleeping bag and um," he started to blush again. "I'll get you some more appropriate PJs."
I don't know what he meant by "more appropriate". This is what we usually wore back home, why was it so bad here? "Never mind," I said. "I can get my own clothes." I closed my eyes and concentraited again, taking a mental peek around the nieghbourhood at what most teenage girls here wore to bed and adjusted it to my tastes. When I opened my eyes I was wearing a spagetti strap baby blue shirt with silk, midnight blue trousers. So this is what they deemed apropriate here? Oh well. I stretched out and fell back on his bed, feeling a pang of guilt for taking it from him.
He had been standing there for a while, his face beat red. He shook himself as if remembering what he had to do but another thought struck me as he was about to leave. "Hey, wait!" I said and then started to concentrate. I poked around in his head a bit and found out what he meant by "sleeping bag". Once again I altered it to my tastes, made it softer and more comfortable, that sort of thing. When I opened my eyes a squashy looking black sleeping bag was on the floor. Harry looked at me, impressed.
"It feels just like my bed," he said, surprised.
"Well, that's partly what I used as a template." I said sleepily. It really was getting late. I yawned.
Harry seemed to sense that. "Good night, Raven."
"G'night 'Rry..." I mumbled, already well on my way to sleep.
*~*~*~*
ok that's another chapter done. I can't believe i forgot this last time, but, i don't own any of the Harry Potter Characters which belongs to JK Rowling. I only own Raven and her world and everything in it.
Please Review!
I stepped out into the dark night on some strange street. The sky rumbled and the rain was pouring down in buckets. This was not what I was expecting. There are these strange building things with numbers on their doors. I wondered if people here lived by numbers.
There was a feeling of magic in the air. It wasn't as powerful as it was back home, where magic lived everywhere. Here it seemed to slink around, hiding for some reason, and heavily distilled by realism and disbelief. How sad.
I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and tried to use my psychic abilities to find out where to go next. I could feel a strange tug to one of the houses on my left. I opened my eyes and saw it was pretty much the same as all the other buildings. Oh well, my ESP had never failed me before. I picked up my bag and walked up to the door and knocked a few times.
I didn't get a response right away. I shivered, it was getting a little chilly out. I feel another tug, and I look up. If the door isn't working I could just go in through the second floor window.
*~*~*Harry's POV*~*~*
It had been a quiet day. The Dursley's have been very careful around me lately thanks to Lupin's threat last summer but they've recovered by pretending I'm not there. It's slightly depressing, especially on my birthday. The night is too wild for owl post so I wasn't expecting any presents until possibly tomorrow when the storm calms down a bit. It had been raining all day and I was quite sick of it.
Just when I was starting to fall asleep I hear a tap, tap, tap at my window. I wondered if it was any owls braving the storm. Hedwig was also startled and woke up with a hoot. There wasn't a owl at my window, but a little blue bird. It was hard to see what it looked like in the gloom but I could just make out the pathetic puppy-dog look. I carefully opened the window and the little thing flitted in. I noticed that it was carrying a large backpack, which didn't make sense as the little bird could fit in the palm of my hand, but it was carrying something 10 times its size.
It dropped the bag on the floor and tweeted strangely. I closed the window and watched in facsination as the bird started to... change. It glowed softly in blue light and in a flash of blue there was no longer a bird on the floor but a... girl. She stood up and I saw... well, I saw a beautiful petite girl with long, shiny, straight midnight black hair that casecaded down to her knees. It reflected the dim light from the outside streetlamps making it seem as if stars where shining in her hair. Her eyes were a soft blue-green colour, so deep and mysterious I felt like I could drown in them. She wore a strange silky white dress - well, it wasn't so much a dress as a piece of fabric held together by golden rings at the side. It was cut short at her knees, revealing long, shapely legs. The dress hugged her figure. She wasn't wearing any shoes, I noticed.
She tilted her head to the side causing her hair to tumble over her creamy skin. "Darre?" She said. "Narue tomo amiete?" I blinked at her.
"Pardon?" I said cautiously. "Who are you?"
She stared at me for a while. Then suddenly she glowed very softly, causing her hair and dress to ripple in a non-existant breeze. When she finished she opened her eyes and spoke again: "So," she said. "This is Earth?"
I nodded dumbly. I was still struck by her beauty. It wasn't everyday a gorgeous scantaly clad woman came into my bedroom.
She gave me a small smile. "I'm sorry, I haven't introduced my self yet, have I?" She smoothed out her dress and cleared her throat. "My name is -" she faultered for a moment. Then shook her head. "No, you are trustworthy. Well else would the powers guide me to you?" She looked at me square in the eyes and I felt as if she could see into my soul. "My name is Princess Raven Blackwing of the Gentry Court on the Silverstar glade in Avalyn." She held my gaze for a moment. "And you are?"
I swallowed and tried to find my voice. Say something debonair to her! I urged myself. "Um... I'm Harry P-Potter. I-I'm not a p-prince." I cursed silently. Oh smooth move, Potter. I think she could tell you aren't a prince judging by your huge, old, pajamas.
*~*~*Raven's POV*~*~*
I giggled softly at the boy's response. He was quite cute, with lovely messy black hair and soulful green eyes.
Oh how nice it was to feel again! Being with this boy was like seeing those pictures of my mother, it just made me... happy. Gods it was nice to be happy again.
"Where did you come from?" He said. He was blushing sweetly.
I cleared my throat and told him my story. I could feel it in my... yes, I could feel it in my heart that he was a good person. I could see it in his soul when I looked at him. I could trust him. So I told him everything. From my 13th birthday to finding my mother's Hogwarts things. I even pulled out my wand to show him.
He took it carefully. "This is a Hogwarts wand all right." He said. "I go there. I'm the Gryffindor house. Um. 6th year." I nodded.
"So... can you tell me what Hogwarts is? I only know that it's a school." His eyes lighted up and he told me everything. From his adventures in his first year to... what happened to his Godfather. I nodded my head in empathy.
"I know what it's like." I said softly. "The first few months are always the hardest. The trick is just to take it one day at a time." He nodded and sniffed a bit.
"Does it ever... stop hurting?" He asked me tentitavely.
I considered this. I considered seeing my mother's pictures. "It... still hurts. But not the kind of pain it is now. Sort of... a bitter sweet feeling. You'll never stop missing them but it is possible to move on. You can find someone else to help ease the pain." I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes too. "That's why I'm here. I need to find my dad and the Orb so I can live with him."
Harry seemed to pull himself together. "How much time do you have?"
"I don't know." I said softly.
Harry seemed to come to a decision. "I got it! I'll take you to Dumbledore!"
I looked startled. "Can he help me? Does he know where the Orb is?"
He nodded sagely. "I'm pretty sure he knows just about everything. He's the headmaster of Hogwarts so if we explain the situation to him I'm sure he'll let you stay there with us." A new thought occured to him. "Um, do you know our kind of magic?"
I stared at the wand in my hand. I remembered reading as many magical books as I could get my hands on. I cleared my throat and said: "Lumos!" A thin beam of light illuminated at the tip of my wand. I nodded.
"I know some," I said. "I know transfiguration, as you saw earlier, and many charms and hexes." I hesitated. "I love herbology, and divinition. But... unfortunately I'm not great at potions."
A dark look came over Harry's face at the word "potions". It startled me. "It doesn't matter. Potions aren't important." He looked at his black box with red glowing numbers on it. "It's getting pretty late. Um. You can have the bed I'll just... sleep on the floor."
I shook my head empathetically. "Nononono, I'm the intruder, I'll take the floor."
"No, I insist. You can have the bed. It would... really make me feel better if you did. You know," he said awkwardly. "So I can be a gentlemen?" He gave me a lopsided grin and I giggled again.
"Oh, alright." I gave in.
"I'll go and get a sleeping bag and um," he started to blush again. "I'll get you some more appropriate PJs."
I don't know what he meant by "more appropriate". This is what we usually wore back home, why was it so bad here? "Never mind," I said. "I can get my own clothes." I closed my eyes and concentraited again, taking a mental peek around the nieghbourhood at what most teenage girls here wore to bed and adjusted it to my tastes. When I opened my eyes I was wearing a spagetti strap baby blue shirt with silk, midnight blue trousers. So this is what they deemed apropriate here? Oh well. I stretched out and fell back on his bed, feeling a pang of guilt for taking it from him.
He had been standing there for a while, his face beat red. He shook himself as if remembering what he had to do but another thought struck me as he was about to leave. "Hey, wait!" I said and then started to concentrate. I poked around in his head a bit and found out what he meant by "sleeping bag". Once again I altered it to my tastes, made it softer and more comfortable, that sort of thing. When I opened my eyes a squashy looking black sleeping bag was on the floor. Harry looked at me, impressed.
"It feels just like my bed," he said, surprised.
"Well, that's partly what I used as a template." I said sleepily. It really was getting late. I yawned.
Harry seemed to sense that. "Good night, Raven."
"G'night 'Rry..." I mumbled, already well on my way to sleep.
*~*~*~*
ok that's another chapter done. I can't believe i forgot this last time, but, i don't own any of the Harry Potter Characters which belongs to JK Rowling. I only own Raven and her world and everything in it.
Please Review!