Disclaimer: It's not mine and I don't own it.
A/N: This is an odd fic that came to me at night just before I went to bed. I stayed up another two hours until 12.19 (as it currently is as I am writing this) so any mistakes and that put it down to the document being written by a zombie. It's odd, I'll give you that,
Summery: This is a different aspect outside of our world, a future of own, and a past. A place where things you'd never think possible are everyday experiences, a place where there are no limits but the limits you set yourself. Everything, anything! It can happen; nothing is unattainable. And yet, even in this world... mystery is defined.
Prologue
"Ill news hath wings, and with the wind doth go, Comfort's a cripple and comes ever slow"
Michael Drayton
"Good morning Miss Potter, how are you today?" the child looked up at the man behind the counter and gave him a tremendous smile. It was obvious the girl had him completely hooked as she turned her expressive hazel eyes towards the darker blue ones of the hotel doorman's. She gave a short scowl, which by rights should have made her look like a sulky young child, but instead only managed to make her all the more adorable.
"Mommy and daddy are sleeping in, so I'm bored and I don't have anything to do" she gave a sigh and looked at the plush carpets before again looking up, eyes full of hope "can you play with me?" he couldn't. He was already in a bit of trouble with his supervisor, and being found playing games with a seven year old certainly wouldn't help him. He sighed.
When the man didn't answer 'Miss Potter's' eyes began to tear up and she looked down again at the carpet, barely managing to hold in huge body- racking snuffles. The doorman sighed again looking at the small child.
"Yes, of course I can" he smiled at her but inside he couldn't help thinking 'there goes my job'' in a sarcastic tone of thought, he thought it even as he requested what Sara Potter wanted to play. She bounced over to him and grabbed his hand, swinging it with joy as she instructed him on what she wanted to do until her mommy and daddy woke up, which she informed him would not be until much later on.
Sara wanted to know about everything. How the elevators worked, where they went when no one was in them, if they had special people who sometimes sat inside them and asked you where to go (she had heard of this before and was curious) he laughed at her, before ruffling her long red hair and with a careless movement. Somehow when he was with the inquisitive girl he found himself relaxing, and enjoying things as if it were for the first time; forgetting the problems with his girlfriend and his mother's illness. He found that he enjoyed life just that little bit more.
He would remember it for the rest of his short life.
"Sir, should we go bac' to my mommy and daddy's room now? They'll might probably be up 'bout now" she shot him an anxious glance as he nodded at her in agreement.
"So what's your room number Miss Potter?" she scrunched her nose up in faked annoyance at the formal title, but pulled a small piece of paper out of her pocket and handed it to him with a small smile.
"So I don't forget. Daddy gave it to me when your friend had to look me up in the regi – regissra – "
"Registrar"
"Oh! Right, the reg-i-st-rar. After I'd gotten out of the rooms twice" she gave him an endearing pout and crossed her small arms "it wasn't my fault they forgot which room I was in!" he laughed at her indignant pose and consulted the number on the scrap of paper. Room 906.
"This way Miss Potter, I'm sure your family are worried sick about you!" Sara giggled and followed him as he led the way to her parent's suit and with a flourish knocked on the door. Sara giggled again at his performance. The door was ripped open and middle aged women ran out and immediately grabbed Sara and started hugging and scolding her at the same tide.
The doorman smiled at the unusual show if affection; nowadays it didn't happen often you'd see any two people embracing in public.
The mother pulled away from her now scowling daughter with a sigh before turning to the doorman with a thankfull look on her face.
"I hope she wasn't too much trouble! If you get in trouble or anything from this then please just direct any problems my way, you don't know how grateful I am!" she gave a quick sigh and looked down at her daughter fondly and shook her head "she's such a handful!"
"It was a pleasure looking after her, she's a wonderful child. You should be very proud of her; she's a very intelligent and bright young girl" the mother smiled in thanks and looked down at Sara again.
"Yes, well. A bit too bright for her own good I dare say! She just has to put all of her intelligence into how to escape from her parents now doesn't she!" this comment was directed towards Sara as the mother leant down so she was looking at Sara's face. The child giggled as her mother poked her.
He smiled at the lightness and carefree attitude between the two.
"If I'm not intruding, but, are you really related to Harry Potter?" the mother didn't look at all phased by the question and it was obvious she'd been asked it before. He blushed, as she let out a sigh and seemed to prepare for a long answer.
"Harry Potter didn't actually have any children; but he adopted twins from one of the families who had died during the war. We're descendants of those two, Kimberly and Jason, the two most popular names, apart from Harry, Ron and Virginia in the whole GH. Unfortunately he disappeared about a year after adopting them, but the Potter name has lived on with them, and we're the proof of it" she gave him a small smile "the only Potter's left actually, my cousin Bellatrix and her family have recently died in a car crash" he blinked.
"Wow. So, you're not actually related to him by blood? That means you can't perform any blood spells to do with the Potter line or anything like that?" it was her turn to blink, and she did so obviously confused before realisation turned her face into a smile.
"Gosh, it's at times like this I forget just how little muggles know about magic" she looked at him pityingly before continuing "blood is a quite illegal substance when used in spells. It can have dramatic and very unpredictable reactions to different magics and ingredients. It is not actually legal to use any type of blood magic. All the tales you hear about that happening are quite false. No wizard in today's society would even think of using blood magic, for their own health as much as the fact they have no idea how" she smiled at his and Sara's interest.
"Why don't you come inside?" he didn't even stop to consider if he was barging in on her he so wanted to hear about magic, so he just nodded and followed her in, waiting for her to continue. Seeing his eager look she complied with a small smile.
"But just like you have the wrong idea about the use of blood magic you probably have the wrong idea about what it exactly does. The name is certainly very misleading. Blood magic has nothing to do with blood whatsoever, but instead the magic that defines the blood, similar to a magical form of DNA, but also quite different. For instance, if I were to invoke blood magic on Sara, then I would be able to do many things. An example of which might be any of my spells would be amplified because of the blood tie we share." She turned to Sara, who was listening with the same fascinated expression on her face as the doorman.
"There are many complex rules, but Sara and I are currently the only people in the GH that can perform blood magic, legally or simply powerwise. Now, I bet what you were thinking about before, when you asked about blood magic, was a thing called Necromancy which is very different indeed" she paused, and before she could go on her interrupted her.
"Why are you telling me this? I bet some people on the board of the NGH, hell, even the GH don't know this! Why are you telling me?" he looked slightly taken aback, as if his own words had come as a surprise to him. She gave him another warm smile before answering him.
"You asked the right question"
"But – I don't know anything about what you're talking about"
"But you asked the right question"
"How does that fit in? I am very confused"
"You just need to ask the right question. Say the right words, and the door opens, how do I describe this?" she tapped a paper fan that had appeared in her hands to her chin thoughtfully "It's just like... magic" his head shot up with widened eyes.
"Can you teach me?"
"You should no better than that. I'm not going to throw away what my own ancestor stood for. Muggles and muggleborns simply aren't meant to know about magic. Only the Purebloods, you know that. If I were to teach you I'd be disregarding everything Harry Potter stood for!" Sara was glaring at her mother.
"He didn't stand for that mommy! He believed that everyone should be taught magic mommy! He did! Everyone!" The mother threw her daughter an irritated glance, and Sara sent her a haughty glare before turning to the doorman.
"It's true. Harry was against no body knowing magic, he was fighting he- who-must-be-named over it. That's what he was fighting for!" she was grinning and her hazel eyes were filled with something that could almost be called religious zeal. She nodded at some thought she was having, agreeing with herself. Her mother coughed.
"Darling, that's not true, how many times have I told you? Harry was fighting he-who-must-not-be-named against it, he didn't want our bloodline to be made impure so he fought the evil-one, who was forcing the weak muggleborns to learn magic! Where do you get these ridiculous ideas from? I can't bear to think what it could do to you" she looked over at the doorman.
"I never asked your name" he nodded, eyes still wide as he looked from daughter to mother.
"I – I'm James. James Clark" she nodded.
"Kathy Potter. It's a pleasure. But I think you'd better go, before she goes and embarrasses herself in front of you. I don't know where she gets these silly ideas from, but they most certainly aren't true" he nodded, agreeing with her.
"Thankyou. Thankyou very much, this is more than I ever hoped for. I didn't realise you were so important. I – Is there anything I can do to help you? Anything at all?" she looked up at him and frowned thoughtfully.
"Just one thing" he nodded eagerly, and noticed out of the corner of his eye Sara's head slowly rise as if she wanted to say something. Kathy smiled at him and pulled out her wand. He glanced at it curiously, obviously unaware of what it was.
"Mom! No! Don – " she stopped as her mother softly enunciated the two words.
"Advada Kedavra" the green light reached him before he had even registered that the stick could create light. He hit the floor with a soft thud. Dead.
Sara started to cry.
Kathy moved over to comfort her daughter, who flinched from her. She talked to Sara quietly, explaining, explaining it all away.
"He was a sacrifice darling, and everyone has to make sacrifices" her eyes spoke that she believed her words, but Sara's eyes were wide in denial.
She knew.
The next day as they were leaving Sara trailed along behind her laughing parents quiet and sullen, totally contrasting to the mood she had arrived at the hotel in. The new doorman smiled at her as she went past, but she turned away, remembering the last one. She supposed, her young mind working far beyond the normal capabilities of a girl her age, that there would always be another doorman, an endless supply of doormen. That night she cried herself to sleep, and vowed, somehow, that she would make it all better.
But Sara Potter grew.
She didn't stay a seven year old, and the traits that her seven year old self had disappeared like they had never existed, very soon she was sixteen, and ready to enter a new world on a new level.
But there were some things Sara Potter never forgot.
And the endless supply of doormen was one of them.
Notes:
NGH stands for: Northern Global Hierarchy, the first half of the Global Hierachy that ruled to two halves of the world.
GH stands for: Global Hierarchy, the entire of both governments put together to rule the world (corny? Ya bet!) and make sure all of the rules in the RWC (Respect War Constitution). One of the leaders, an advisor of sorts who has a lot of power, is always of the Power line.
RWC stands for: Respect War Constitution which was a constitution formalized this bit was deleted so no spoilers would be left for you. You don't want spoilers do you? Just imagine a beep ten or so words long Harry Potter.
A/N: Ok, this is a very odd idea, and like I said before, occurred to me at 10'o clock at night. Forgive my foolish ways as I forgive other authors who screw up their own stories. Yada Yada, I love you all. Please review. Harry will obviously be playing a part in this, so don't worry, and I'd like to advise that you read my other story because I don't think that it's total crap, which is a lot more than I can say for a lot of the fics of ffnet.
Than you and sorry if I sound pissed off. I am.
G'night.
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