Harry Potter and the Fox Goddess
By: Aerial Frogg
Chapter Three: Follow Your Dreams, Unless they Suck.
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Harry yawned and opened his sliding compartment door. It was very quiet even for the squeaky old car he was in. He gathered his things that he brought into the compartment with him. Hedwig's cage was nowhere in sight so he decided he must have left it with his other larger luggage. While he was worrying whether or not he had left it somewhere, He heard the first signs of life other than his on the train.
"I wonder where Harry's at?" He heard Hemoine's voice, but he didn't see her anywhere. He checked the compartment where he met Rika and saw Ron and Hermoine come out of. No one was there. In fact it looked kind of dusty. Harry sighed and decided to go outside, he needed some fresh air. Lots of it. After a summer full of the musky warm air of his room, even the new and depressing Harry Potter wanted to fill his lung of something crisp. When he stepped out onto the platform, he got a small surprise: the air outside of the train was as musky, if not more than his room at home. The real shock of his life came when he was on his was on his way to the carriages. A pile of white and pink feathers lay on the ground near the exit. Contrary to his first thought of staying away from anything that may not let him have a normal year for once at Hogwarts, Harry altered his course a little to go towards it.
When he was five meters away a strange noise escaped through his throat. At first he couldn't move, but eventually his legs seemed to regain consciousness and he walked toward it. Once he got a meter away Harry's fears were confirmed. He dropped to his knees and laid his hand onto the pile.
"Oh, Hedwig I'm sorry. I should have known better then to let you go alone..." his voice trailed off as he began to the mutter words of thanks he would give her when she returned with a letter, or dropped in to say hello. After a few minutes he began to notice that there was something written in Hedwig's blood: Sorry you failed.
That helped nothing. Harry suddenly felt sick to his stomach. He needed to throw up soon. Looking around him, everything seemed to have gotten darker. It felt like something was jumping on top of his stomach mercilessly. His knees where giving out so he dropped to his knees. That didn't last long either, soon he was slowly falling flat onto his face. When he hit the floor it felt like a jolt had just run through his body.
"Oops"
"Viximon, look what you did!" Who the heck is that? With these to voices, the squeaking of the train had also came to Harry's ears. "Now get off Harry before you smother him."
"He was mumblin' and cryin' Rika."(1) Came a concerned little voice on top of him. Soon after the weight he now noticed had been there, was lifted off of his back.
"I'm sure you were concerned , but next time try not to use his stomach as a trampoline to wake him up." The once scolding voice, turned to a quiet voice that you would use while tying to get onto a little kid for doing something incredibly funny.
Harry's head was a swirling. His head hurt, especially his nose. The thing he had just went through was probably a dream. But he couldn't remember where he was at. Once the two stopped talking he heard the squeaking loud and clear, and got and idea of what had happened. I fell asleep on the train. Since I was having a mumbling in my sleep, that Vix- somthing was trying to wake me up. When I fell down in the dream I must have fell down in real life too. Which means I'm on the floor, and Rika is getting a nice shot of my back.
Harry sighed/groaned as he pulled himself up while trying to regain a little of his pride. Rika was about to open her mouth to apologize, but Harry silenced her with a hand in the air.
"Really, it's ok Rika. We can talk about it later when we have more time. Who's your little friend." He cracked a half fake, half real smile while pointing to the golden yellow animal in her arms. Rika frowned, not out of anger or sadness, it was just odd how much older he was acting. Compared to how he acted only an hour ago when she met him.
"Oh, this is Viximon.Viximon, this is Harry Potter."
"Well, I came to see if you had changed into your robes, looks like you did. The people I rode up here with were prefects, or something. I thought it might be easier getting around if I went with someone who knew the way a little better. I heard the staircases moved, and door that aren't always there..." Rika trailed off and looked at him hopefully. He knew what the look meant, she was hoping that those were just rumors.
"Sorry to say, but the rumors are true. You can get lost pretty easily at Hogwarts." Harry couldn't count on his fingers and toes how many times had gotten lost in Hogwarts, that is before he got the Marauder's Map in his third year. "If that's what you want, I will certainly come with you. Now I only have a small bag with me so if you need help carrying your- "
"No thank you I can carry the bags I brought myself." The train had come to a complete stop, so Rika bent to pick up the two medium size bags at her feet and the Viximon jumped from her arms to her shoulder so she could pull up the two bags. Harry frowned, she looked a little uncomfortable shift the weight around. However, she didn't look like the type to argue with much. He let it go then asked her to please follow him.
The quiet between them was long and awkward between going from one side of the car to the exit. This was getting increasingly uncomfortable for Harry as memories of his dreams made him a little afraid to open the door. So before he realized it, he had been staring at the door with his hand thinking about opening it for some time now.
"Hey, if anyone needs to be nervous it's me right?" Rika's voice showed she could sense a little bit of the emotions and thoughts in his head as he had froze.
Quickly he opened the bright colored door. Both the unsuspecting students were greeted by a clean smelling breeze of air. Harry relaxed his shoulders, sometime reality was nice to him. Once he had gotten down he stretched a hand out to help Rika. Harry watched as her eyes darted from his hand, to the ground, and to the bags and her perched pet. Finally she obliged his helping hand to slowly step the huge step down, due to the absence of an extra step.
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(1) since I don't really know what Viximon's voice sound like so I just
imagined a quiet little girl's voice I guess I wanted to use (') to
emphasize that improper speech pronunciation thingy, or something. Ugh
Don't ask me to explain my head, I don't even understand it.
By: Aerial Frogg
Chapter Three: Follow Your Dreams, Unless they Suck.
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Harry yawned and opened his sliding compartment door. It was very quiet even for the squeaky old car he was in. He gathered his things that he brought into the compartment with him. Hedwig's cage was nowhere in sight so he decided he must have left it with his other larger luggage. While he was worrying whether or not he had left it somewhere, He heard the first signs of life other than his on the train.
"I wonder where Harry's at?" He heard Hemoine's voice, but he didn't see her anywhere. He checked the compartment where he met Rika and saw Ron and Hermoine come out of. No one was there. In fact it looked kind of dusty. Harry sighed and decided to go outside, he needed some fresh air. Lots of it. After a summer full of the musky warm air of his room, even the new and depressing Harry Potter wanted to fill his lung of something crisp. When he stepped out onto the platform, he got a small surprise: the air outside of the train was as musky, if not more than his room at home. The real shock of his life came when he was on his was on his way to the carriages. A pile of white and pink feathers lay on the ground near the exit. Contrary to his first thought of staying away from anything that may not let him have a normal year for once at Hogwarts, Harry altered his course a little to go towards it.
When he was five meters away a strange noise escaped through his throat. At first he couldn't move, but eventually his legs seemed to regain consciousness and he walked toward it. Once he got a meter away Harry's fears were confirmed. He dropped to his knees and laid his hand onto the pile.
"Oh, Hedwig I'm sorry. I should have known better then to let you go alone..." his voice trailed off as he began to the mutter words of thanks he would give her when she returned with a letter, or dropped in to say hello. After a few minutes he began to notice that there was something written in Hedwig's blood: Sorry you failed.
That helped nothing. Harry suddenly felt sick to his stomach. He needed to throw up soon. Looking around him, everything seemed to have gotten darker. It felt like something was jumping on top of his stomach mercilessly. His knees where giving out so he dropped to his knees. That didn't last long either, soon he was slowly falling flat onto his face. When he hit the floor it felt like a jolt had just run through his body.
"Oops"
"Viximon, look what you did!" Who the heck is that? With these to voices, the squeaking of the train had also came to Harry's ears. "Now get off Harry before you smother him."
"He was mumblin' and cryin' Rika."(1) Came a concerned little voice on top of him. Soon after the weight he now noticed had been there, was lifted off of his back.
"I'm sure you were concerned , but next time try not to use his stomach as a trampoline to wake him up." The once scolding voice, turned to a quiet voice that you would use while tying to get onto a little kid for doing something incredibly funny.
Harry's head was a swirling. His head hurt, especially his nose. The thing he had just went through was probably a dream. But he couldn't remember where he was at. Once the two stopped talking he heard the squeaking loud and clear, and got and idea of what had happened. I fell asleep on the train. Since I was having a mumbling in my sleep, that Vix- somthing was trying to wake me up. When I fell down in the dream I must have fell down in real life too. Which means I'm on the floor, and Rika is getting a nice shot of my back.
Harry sighed/groaned as he pulled himself up while trying to regain a little of his pride. Rika was about to open her mouth to apologize, but Harry silenced her with a hand in the air.
"Really, it's ok Rika. We can talk about it later when we have more time. Who's your little friend." He cracked a half fake, half real smile while pointing to the golden yellow animal in her arms. Rika frowned, not out of anger or sadness, it was just odd how much older he was acting. Compared to how he acted only an hour ago when she met him.
"Oh, this is Viximon.Viximon, this is Harry Potter."
"Well, I came to see if you had changed into your robes, looks like you did. The people I rode up here with were prefects, or something. I thought it might be easier getting around if I went with someone who knew the way a little better. I heard the staircases moved, and door that aren't always there..." Rika trailed off and looked at him hopefully. He knew what the look meant, she was hoping that those were just rumors.
"Sorry to say, but the rumors are true. You can get lost pretty easily at Hogwarts." Harry couldn't count on his fingers and toes how many times had gotten lost in Hogwarts, that is before he got the Marauder's Map in his third year. "If that's what you want, I will certainly come with you. Now I only have a small bag with me so if you need help carrying your- "
"No thank you I can carry the bags I brought myself." The train had come to a complete stop, so Rika bent to pick up the two medium size bags at her feet and the Viximon jumped from her arms to her shoulder so she could pull up the two bags. Harry frowned, she looked a little uncomfortable shift the weight around. However, she didn't look like the type to argue with much. He let it go then asked her to please follow him.
The quiet between them was long and awkward between going from one side of the car to the exit. This was getting increasingly uncomfortable for Harry as memories of his dreams made him a little afraid to open the door. So before he realized it, he had been staring at the door with his hand thinking about opening it for some time now.
"Hey, if anyone needs to be nervous it's me right?" Rika's voice showed she could sense a little bit of the emotions and thoughts in his head as he had froze.
Quickly he opened the bright colored door. Both the unsuspecting students were greeted by a clean smelling breeze of air. Harry relaxed his shoulders, sometime reality was nice to him. Once he had gotten down he stretched a hand out to help Rika. Harry watched as her eyes darted from his hand, to the ground, and to the bags and her perched pet. Finally she obliged his helping hand to slowly step the huge step down, due to the absence of an extra step.
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(1) since I don't really know what Viximon's voice sound like so I just
imagined a quiet little girl's voice I guess I wanted to use (') to
emphasize that improper speech pronunciation thingy, or something. Ugh
Don't ask me to explain my head, I don't even understand it.