Chapter 4: The Year of Santaluvia
A/N: Hey peeps! I've decided to take Zoeluver's idea and write all of this with less....details. In a different story, of course, if you know what I mean, basically, I'll delete all of the sex scenes and paste what's left onto another file, and send it in, not saving what I've done to the original copy of course. But, this story comes first! By the way,for all of those adoring fans of Sirius Bllack, you may be able to stop mourning. Why? you ask. Because, he's in my story now! I just finished the last Harry Potter book, and I think J.K. Rowling is horrid for offing Sirius! It's preposterous! He was my favorite character! Besides Hermione, that is. I'm working on this at about 3:00 am each morning 'cause the rest of the time, I'm living a real-life fantasy. Paris is beautiiful. It's not all you'd expect, people do the weirdest things in the streets, but when you go to the right places, it's amazing! Oh, it's so beautiful right now! I wish I could describe it, but there are no words for it. Well, enjoy The Year of Santaluvia! By the way, I still have all of the same peeps as before on my list of great writers, along with aaaaaaamy. I LOVE her work, but I think my fav story is that one by Marpessa, the one with draco and hermione and...ya. Well, c y'all later! I try to write every 2-3 weeks, but hey!It's my honeymoon! ~Jenna
A/N: SORRY! QUESTION! QUESTION! QUESTION! Do you all think I should have a major part for Ron? I dunno what, like another betrayal, or a death? Something? I dunno, if you don't answer I'll figure it out by myself, but I sure would appreciate the help! Thanks! ~Jenna
Disclaimer: You actually need me to tell you that I don't own Harry Potter? Ok, I don't own Harry Potter. But I do own my free imagination and it's leading me down this path, what? NO, NOT THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD! DO I LOOK LIKE DOROTHY!?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I LOOK LIKE!?! I- *strike of realization* oh ya, I'm typing, sry, forgot. Ya, I have a comp that writes down everything you say, but I can type as well, so...you know.
Chapter 4: The Year of Santaluvia
A/N: Hey peeps! I've decided to take Zoeluver's idea and write all of this with less....details. In a different story, of course, if you know what I mean, basically, I'll delete all of the sex scenes and paste what's left onto another file, and send it in, not saving what I've done to the original copy of course. But, this story comes first! By the way, for all of those adoring fans of Sirius Black, you may be able to stop mourning. Why? you ask. Because, he's in my story now! I just finished the last Harry Potter book, and I think J.K. Rowling is horrid for offing Sirius! It's preposterous! He was my favorite character! Besides Hermione, that is. He'll come in later on in the stoory, so if you want to read about him, then review my story and the better (and longer) I'll put him in my story. If you have no idea what I just said, raise your hand. *pauses* I need to work on my communication skills. Ok, basically, review for a longer and more dramatic scene with Sirius, the more reviews, the harder I work. I'm working on this at about 3:00 am each morning 'cause the rest of the time, I'm living a real-life fantasy. Paris is beautiful. It's not all you'd expect, people do the weirdest things in the streets, but when you go to the right places, it's amazing! Oh, it's so beautiful right now! I wish I could describe it, but there are no words for it. Well, enjoy The Year of Santaluvia! By the way, I still have all of the same peeps as before on my list of great writers, along with aaaaaaamy. I LOVE her work, but I think my fav story is that one by Marpessa, the one with draco and hermione and...ya. Well, c y'all later! I try to write every 2-3 weeks, but hey!It's my honeymoon! ~Jenna
A/N: SORRY! QUESTION! QUESTION! QUESTION! Do you all think I should have a major part for Ron? I dunno what, like another betrayal, or a death? Something? I dunno, if you don't answer I'll figure it out by myself, but I sure would appreciate the help! Thanks! ~Jenna
Disclaimer: You actually need me to tell you that I don't own Harry Potter? Ok, I don't own Harry Potter. But I do own my free imagination and it's leading me down this path, what? NO, NOT THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD! DO I LOOK LIKE DOROTHY!?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I LOOK LIKE!?! I- *strike of realization* oh ya, I'm typing, sry, forgot. Ya, I have a comp that writes down everything you say, but I can type as well, so...you know.
Chapter 4: The Year of Santaluvia
Harry ran as fast as he could when the door to the hospital wing opened wide and all the professors walked out. "-but that means that we must place her in Gryffindor! She had so much potential as a Ravenclaw..." "Yes, I know. But that's that, we cannot change fate just because she is more intelligent than brave, although she is quite brave. What she saw in Harry must have affected her terribly," said Dumbledore. Harry stood behind a large suit of armor, not daring to move. "Minerva, would you be so kind as to fetch the boy? I must have a word with him," said Dumbledore as he paused by the suit of armor, his back to it. "Now? Really, Dumbledore! Look at the time! It's almost one am! Surely it can wait till tomorrow!" replied Mcgonagall. "I suppose you're right. Tomorrow, then," said Dumbledore. The group of teachers continued their stroll down the hall, leaving Harry his chance to escape, which he quickly took.
In the commonroom, Harry found Hermione sitting on the sofa. She had this odd expression on her face, and she was staring at the fireplace, her eyes glazed over. When Harry put his hand on her shoulder, she jumped in surprise. Looking up at him, eyes wide, she said, "Harry! You startled me!" "What were you doing?" asked Harry, still standing. "Oh, nothing. Just thinking," said Hermione, her expression changing to the odd form it had been earlier, when Harry first saw her, a look of frustration, sadness, and something else Harry couldn't quite put his finger on.
"About what?" asked Harry, sensing from every movement she made that she didn't want to talk, but continuing the subject further anyways. "I just....us, I guess," said Hermione in long pauses as she stared at the fireplace, then back at Harry again. "What about us?" asked Harry, wondering why she looked so uncomfortable. To ease her frustration, he began to massage her neck, but she eased away, her forehead wrinkled and her hands shaking. Harry looked at her seriously, he moved his hands to his side. "Hermione, what's wrong with you? You're acting really weird," said Harry, a little hurt. "I'm sorry, Harry, but, remember what we were talking about in the library?" Harry had forgotten about that. He took a step back and stared at Hermione. "I really am sorry Harry. Can't we just be friends?" But Harry couldn't hear her. He shouldn't care, he was only using her to get back at Cho. And it had worked, he didn't need her anymore, so why did it still hurt? I don't like her, I don't like her, I don't like her, Harry chanted, I don't like her, I don't like her, I like her, I-oh! No, I dont, no I don't, "NO I DON'T!" Harry screamed out loud.
"Harry! Are you alright? Harry? HARRY!?!" Harry heard these voices, but not very clearly, they were like whispers. Nothing was real. Not the voices, not Hermione, not Cho, not Ron, not the water...the water? Harry opened his flickering eyes fully when he saw the bucket headed his way. "N- " he tried to shout, but it was too late. Harry sat on the ground, soaking, a nonchalant look came over him, and his eyes must have burned like the hell inside of him when he saw who had just thrown water over him.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!?!" Harry shouted in a voice so furious, it frightened even Harry. In front of him, Ron Weasley stumbled backwards, his face shining with a horrified fright. "G-ginny told me she saw you laying on the ground. She thought you were dead!" "Ginny?" Harry grew thoughtful. Ginny, doesn't she like me? Doesn't Cho hate her? Something about an incident last year? Hmm...yes...Ginny, beautiful Ginny. "-her boyfriend brought me to her, because she was too scared to move," finished Ron. Harry jerked back to attention at those words. "Boyfriend?" "Ya, Shawn Mcgraugh, that kid with the spiked hair," replied Ron, his tention lowering at the conversational tone Harry was surprisingly having around him. Ron decided to take Harry's mood towards him as a time to apologize, "Harry, look. I'm sorry about...her. That bitch had the nerve to dump both of us. I'm really, really sorry Harry. You don't know how sorry I am. I'd do anything for you to forgive me." There was a pause. "Anything?" asked Harry seriously. "Ya, I mean, within reason," said Ron. Harry paused. "Revenge. That's always a good gift." "On who?" asked Ron, as the two boys stood up. "Everyone," said Harry with a look Ron had only seen Malfoy dare to use.
"Alright." "Good, welcome back..friend," Harry grinned at Ron. Ron grinned back. "One thing," said Harry, "if you ever, EVER, get near someone I love again, I'll kill you. And you WON'T get a headstart this time." Ron gulped, "ok."
At that moment, the commonroom door flung open, and Professor Mcgonagall walked into the room. All three-Harry did a double take. Hermione was gone. The two friends looked up at her. "Harry, Professor Dumbledore wishes to see you," she said calmly. "What about?" "Nevermind that, the sooner you come, the sooner you'll find out." With this remark, Harry glanced at Ron, then headed out after Mcgonagall to see the Headmaster.
Dumbledore was sitting in his desk, quietly forming the correct words to say to Harry, not wanting him to take the matter the wrong way. It was much too serious for that. Serious...Serious...Sirius! AH-HAH, that's it! I'll relate this to his Godfather! Speaking of which, I had best prepare for! How could I have forgotten about Sirius!?! He is a key member in this. Oh, if only he had lived long enough for this, then I would have been able to save him. But that is a completely different matter. Sirius is gone, Harry is here. It is now up to him. Oh, Harry will be thrilled! Dumbledore paused, that is, if he does this one thing correctly. Dumbledore shook the thought off when Harry and Mcgonagall walked in.
Harry was curious as to what the headmaster could possibly have to say that would hold his interests for long. Dumbledore gestured towards a seat, and Harry immediately sat down in it. Mcgonagall gave a worried glance at Dumbledore, and then climbed the stairs to leave.
Once Mcgonagall was gone, Dumbledore began to speak, "Harry, I'm sure that you are wondering why you were brought here," Harry nodded. Dumbledore smiled and continued, "It is a matter of great importance, that of which holds the fate of you, of me, and of all mankind. You must take on this mission, that has been passed on from Godric Gryffindor, to Vanrolding Pomskfree, to me, to your father, to your godfather, and now to you." Harry was stunned.
Dumbledore paused a moment, then continued to speak, "yet you are not the only one who bears this mission. There is another. She comes from the north, they call her the bearer of the white crown. She is your mission. You see Harry, it all started at the beginning of creation. When muggles and wizards roamed the earth. They were at peace with the other. Each group had a leader. The Muggle's was Agledorf Naminda Langchester, ours was Vaminda Nomangria Potter-Black. Each had a child. One a son, the other a daughter. Vancravion Numarrie, and Mingolth Santaluvia. One day, the two were on their journey for self-discovery, a tradition for all of royal blood. The two found that their inner self, their soul and heart, belonged to the other. They were in love. They returned to share the good news. When they had arrived, they found the atmosphere to be gloomy. The clouds that had long surpassed them, began to roar overhead. Santaluvia's father came out, a young man at his side. Santaluvia found that while she was gone, an arrangement had been made. Santaluvia was to marry the young man, who she found to be the ruler of the lost. Master of his slaves that of which they called mudbloods. His name, was Dracov Namindashaf Malfoy." Harry jumped not only from the lightning and thunder that had roared after that name, but from the familiarity of the name itself.
Dumbledore watched him for a moment, then continued his speech, " In fright of losing her love, she pleaded with her father. But all he did was tell her of the arrangement. If she married Dracov, then he would take no slaves of them. In the process of the wedding, before she said 'I Do', Vancravion barged into the ceremony and demanded a duel for Santaluvia. In the end, Vancravion had truly won, but not soon enough. His best friend, Fulenduval Vilinkerly Weasley stabbed him. Though none other than Santaluvia saw this. They all agreed that Dracov had won, but Santaluvia knew otherwide. The night of the wedding, Santaluvia found that she was with child. She despaired long after. The day after her child, Godric Gryffindor, was born, Santaluvia wrote a letter. In it, she confessed her undying love for Vancravion, and her utter hatred for Dracov. She sealed the letter with blood. Her blood. She then created a spell that sent her into a lost pond of blackness, awaiting her love to find her and set her free. The two rulers of muggles and wizards blamed the other for what had happened. The two groups became enemies, and created two sides of earth, the wizarding and the muggle's side. The spirit of Santaluvia still roams the earth, in the souls of her ancestors, at certain years, that of which we call the year of Santaluvia. She is searching for her love reincarnated. If she finds him, she will take him to the pond and he shall see the one thing he wishes most to see. But only she can find the pond, and only in the year of the true Santaluvia," Dumbledore finished his long speech. He looked at the stunned Harry. "So, what was my mission again?"
Dumbledore sighed, "find the Santaluvia of our time, she is your one true love, and set her spirit free. You are the ancestor of Vancravion." "Well then, that seems simple enough. So, who is this girl?" asked Harry, clapping his hands together. "Santaluvia reincarnated," answered Dumbledore. "This is one of those missions where you can't tell me anything, isn't it?" asked Harry sarcastically. Dumbledore nodded, "I'm afraid so. But I can tell you this, she is closer than you think. I would have sent you away to find her by now if she wasn't already here."
After Harry had left, he found himself thinking about it. Who could it be? he asked himself. Where is she? Will I find her? How will I know it's her? he had so many questions. He tried to think of possible solutions to find her. I know! he thought, I'll date all of the girl at Hogwarts, and I'll make a list of which ones I like the most. (Consciounce:) And how would you classify them? By alphabetical order? No, by who treats me right, and who doesn't...among other things. It took him a moment before he realized that he had just escorted himself to the hospital wing. He looked curiously at the door, breathed a deep sigh, shook his head, and entered. He grabbed a name tag from the guest box and scribbled Harry on it. Upon entering, the first thing he saw was a girl in bed. Harry walked closer to her. He looked around to see if anyone was watching. When he was sure that no one was, he sat down next to her. She was beautiful, she was asleep, she was Moira. Harry watched her for awhile longer. "Why am I doing this?" he asked himself aloud.
"I don't know, why are you?" Harry jumped in surprise. Moira looked at him and smiled. "I-I" was all Harry could get out. He was stunned, along with embarrased. Moira giggled, "Perhaps because you wanted to see if I was alright?" she had saved him from embarrasment. "Yes, that's it, h-how are you?" Harry managed to get out. "Ready to leave this room, you?" "Same." He began to relax. "Would you like to go for a walk Harry?" asked Moira, with a glint in her eyes. "Sounds good, I-hey! You know my name!" Moira laughed. "How?" asked Harry absentmindedly. "I'm magic. And you're wearing a name tag." Harry looked down at his shirt. Moira burst out laughing. Harry couldn't help but grin, she had a beautiful smile. "Now, about that walk..." "Love to," replied Harry.
A.N: Sorry if this is short. I'm tired, and it's about 5:00 am and I have yet to sleep. Well, g2g, c y'all later, and remember the necessity of life: REVIEWING!!!!!!!! Lol. ~Jenna
A/N: Hey peeps! I've decided to take Zoeluver's idea and write all of this with less....details. In a different story, of course, if you know what I mean, basically, I'll delete all of the sex scenes and paste what's left onto another file, and send it in, not saving what I've done to the original copy of course. But, this story comes first! By the way,for all of those adoring fans of Sirius Bllack, you may be able to stop mourning. Why? you ask. Because, he's in my story now! I just finished the last Harry Potter book, and I think J.K. Rowling is horrid for offing Sirius! It's preposterous! He was my favorite character! Besides Hermione, that is. I'm working on this at about 3:00 am each morning 'cause the rest of the time, I'm living a real-life fantasy. Paris is beautiiful. It's not all you'd expect, people do the weirdest things in the streets, but when you go to the right places, it's amazing! Oh, it's so beautiful right now! I wish I could describe it, but there are no words for it. Well, enjoy The Year of Santaluvia! By the way, I still have all of the same peeps as before on my list of great writers, along with aaaaaaamy. I LOVE her work, but I think my fav story is that one by Marpessa, the one with draco and hermione and...ya. Well, c y'all later! I try to write every 2-3 weeks, but hey!It's my honeymoon! ~Jenna
A/N: SORRY! QUESTION! QUESTION! QUESTION! Do you all think I should have a major part for Ron? I dunno what, like another betrayal, or a death? Something? I dunno, if you don't answer I'll figure it out by myself, but I sure would appreciate the help! Thanks! ~Jenna
Disclaimer: You actually need me to tell you that I don't own Harry Potter? Ok, I don't own Harry Potter. But I do own my free imagination and it's leading me down this path, what? NO, NOT THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD! DO I LOOK LIKE DOROTHY!?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I LOOK LIKE!?! I- *strike of realization* oh ya, I'm typing, sry, forgot. Ya, I have a comp that writes down everything you say, but I can type as well, so...you know.
Chapter 4: The Year of Santaluvia
A/N: Hey peeps! I've decided to take Zoeluver's idea and write all of this with less....details. In a different story, of course, if you know what I mean, basically, I'll delete all of the sex scenes and paste what's left onto another file, and send it in, not saving what I've done to the original copy of course. But, this story comes first! By the way, for all of those adoring fans of Sirius Black, you may be able to stop mourning. Why? you ask. Because, he's in my story now! I just finished the last Harry Potter book, and I think J.K. Rowling is horrid for offing Sirius! It's preposterous! He was my favorite character! Besides Hermione, that is. He'll come in later on in the stoory, so if you want to read about him, then review my story and the better (and longer) I'll put him in my story. If you have no idea what I just said, raise your hand. *pauses* I need to work on my communication skills. Ok, basically, review for a longer and more dramatic scene with Sirius, the more reviews, the harder I work. I'm working on this at about 3:00 am each morning 'cause the rest of the time, I'm living a real-life fantasy. Paris is beautiful. It's not all you'd expect, people do the weirdest things in the streets, but when you go to the right places, it's amazing! Oh, it's so beautiful right now! I wish I could describe it, but there are no words for it. Well, enjoy The Year of Santaluvia! By the way, I still have all of the same peeps as before on my list of great writers, along with aaaaaaamy. I LOVE her work, but I think my fav story is that one by Marpessa, the one with draco and hermione and...ya. Well, c y'all later! I try to write every 2-3 weeks, but hey!It's my honeymoon! ~Jenna
A/N: SORRY! QUESTION! QUESTION! QUESTION! Do you all think I should have a major part for Ron? I dunno what, like another betrayal, or a death? Something? I dunno, if you don't answer I'll figure it out by myself, but I sure would appreciate the help! Thanks! ~Jenna
Disclaimer: You actually need me to tell you that I don't own Harry Potter? Ok, I don't own Harry Potter. But I do own my free imagination and it's leading me down this path, what? NO, NOT THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD! DO I LOOK LIKE DOROTHY!?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I LOOK LIKE!?! I- *strike of realization* oh ya, I'm typing, sry, forgot. Ya, I have a comp that writes down everything you say, but I can type as well, so...you know.
Chapter 4: The Year of Santaluvia
Harry ran as fast as he could when the door to the hospital wing opened wide and all the professors walked out. "-but that means that we must place her in Gryffindor! She had so much potential as a Ravenclaw..." "Yes, I know. But that's that, we cannot change fate just because she is more intelligent than brave, although she is quite brave. What she saw in Harry must have affected her terribly," said Dumbledore. Harry stood behind a large suit of armor, not daring to move. "Minerva, would you be so kind as to fetch the boy? I must have a word with him," said Dumbledore as he paused by the suit of armor, his back to it. "Now? Really, Dumbledore! Look at the time! It's almost one am! Surely it can wait till tomorrow!" replied Mcgonagall. "I suppose you're right. Tomorrow, then," said Dumbledore. The group of teachers continued their stroll down the hall, leaving Harry his chance to escape, which he quickly took.
In the commonroom, Harry found Hermione sitting on the sofa. She had this odd expression on her face, and she was staring at the fireplace, her eyes glazed over. When Harry put his hand on her shoulder, she jumped in surprise. Looking up at him, eyes wide, she said, "Harry! You startled me!" "What were you doing?" asked Harry, still standing. "Oh, nothing. Just thinking," said Hermione, her expression changing to the odd form it had been earlier, when Harry first saw her, a look of frustration, sadness, and something else Harry couldn't quite put his finger on.
"About what?" asked Harry, sensing from every movement she made that she didn't want to talk, but continuing the subject further anyways. "I just....us, I guess," said Hermione in long pauses as she stared at the fireplace, then back at Harry again. "What about us?" asked Harry, wondering why she looked so uncomfortable. To ease her frustration, he began to massage her neck, but she eased away, her forehead wrinkled and her hands shaking. Harry looked at her seriously, he moved his hands to his side. "Hermione, what's wrong with you? You're acting really weird," said Harry, a little hurt. "I'm sorry, Harry, but, remember what we were talking about in the library?" Harry had forgotten about that. He took a step back and stared at Hermione. "I really am sorry Harry. Can't we just be friends?" But Harry couldn't hear her. He shouldn't care, he was only using her to get back at Cho. And it had worked, he didn't need her anymore, so why did it still hurt? I don't like her, I don't like her, I don't like her, Harry chanted, I don't like her, I don't like her, I like her, I-oh! No, I dont, no I don't, "NO I DON'T!" Harry screamed out loud.
"Harry! Are you alright? Harry? HARRY!?!" Harry heard these voices, but not very clearly, they were like whispers. Nothing was real. Not the voices, not Hermione, not Cho, not Ron, not the water...the water? Harry opened his flickering eyes fully when he saw the bucket headed his way. "N- " he tried to shout, but it was too late. Harry sat on the ground, soaking, a nonchalant look came over him, and his eyes must have burned like the hell inside of him when he saw who had just thrown water over him.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!?!" Harry shouted in a voice so furious, it frightened even Harry. In front of him, Ron Weasley stumbled backwards, his face shining with a horrified fright. "G-ginny told me she saw you laying on the ground. She thought you were dead!" "Ginny?" Harry grew thoughtful. Ginny, doesn't she like me? Doesn't Cho hate her? Something about an incident last year? Hmm...yes...Ginny, beautiful Ginny. "-her boyfriend brought me to her, because she was too scared to move," finished Ron. Harry jerked back to attention at those words. "Boyfriend?" "Ya, Shawn Mcgraugh, that kid with the spiked hair," replied Ron, his tention lowering at the conversational tone Harry was surprisingly having around him. Ron decided to take Harry's mood towards him as a time to apologize, "Harry, look. I'm sorry about...her. That bitch had the nerve to dump both of us. I'm really, really sorry Harry. You don't know how sorry I am. I'd do anything for you to forgive me." There was a pause. "Anything?" asked Harry seriously. "Ya, I mean, within reason," said Ron. Harry paused. "Revenge. That's always a good gift." "On who?" asked Ron, as the two boys stood up. "Everyone," said Harry with a look Ron had only seen Malfoy dare to use.
"Alright." "Good, welcome back..friend," Harry grinned at Ron. Ron grinned back. "One thing," said Harry, "if you ever, EVER, get near someone I love again, I'll kill you. And you WON'T get a headstart this time." Ron gulped, "ok."
At that moment, the commonroom door flung open, and Professor Mcgonagall walked into the room. All three-Harry did a double take. Hermione was gone. The two friends looked up at her. "Harry, Professor Dumbledore wishes to see you," she said calmly. "What about?" "Nevermind that, the sooner you come, the sooner you'll find out." With this remark, Harry glanced at Ron, then headed out after Mcgonagall to see the Headmaster.
Dumbledore was sitting in his desk, quietly forming the correct words to say to Harry, not wanting him to take the matter the wrong way. It was much too serious for that. Serious...Serious...Sirius! AH-HAH, that's it! I'll relate this to his Godfather! Speaking of which, I had best prepare for! How could I have forgotten about Sirius!?! He is a key member in this. Oh, if only he had lived long enough for this, then I would have been able to save him. But that is a completely different matter. Sirius is gone, Harry is here. It is now up to him. Oh, Harry will be thrilled! Dumbledore paused, that is, if he does this one thing correctly. Dumbledore shook the thought off when Harry and Mcgonagall walked in.
Harry was curious as to what the headmaster could possibly have to say that would hold his interests for long. Dumbledore gestured towards a seat, and Harry immediately sat down in it. Mcgonagall gave a worried glance at Dumbledore, and then climbed the stairs to leave.
Once Mcgonagall was gone, Dumbledore began to speak, "Harry, I'm sure that you are wondering why you were brought here," Harry nodded. Dumbledore smiled and continued, "It is a matter of great importance, that of which holds the fate of you, of me, and of all mankind. You must take on this mission, that has been passed on from Godric Gryffindor, to Vanrolding Pomskfree, to me, to your father, to your godfather, and now to you." Harry was stunned.
Dumbledore paused a moment, then continued to speak, "yet you are not the only one who bears this mission. There is another. She comes from the north, they call her the bearer of the white crown. She is your mission. You see Harry, it all started at the beginning of creation. When muggles and wizards roamed the earth. They were at peace with the other. Each group had a leader. The Muggle's was Agledorf Naminda Langchester, ours was Vaminda Nomangria Potter-Black. Each had a child. One a son, the other a daughter. Vancravion Numarrie, and Mingolth Santaluvia. One day, the two were on their journey for self-discovery, a tradition for all of royal blood. The two found that their inner self, their soul and heart, belonged to the other. They were in love. They returned to share the good news. When they had arrived, they found the atmosphere to be gloomy. The clouds that had long surpassed them, began to roar overhead. Santaluvia's father came out, a young man at his side. Santaluvia found that while she was gone, an arrangement had been made. Santaluvia was to marry the young man, who she found to be the ruler of the lost. Master of his slaves that of which they called mudbloods. His name, was Dracov Namindashaf Malfoy." Harry jumped not only from the lightning and thunder that had roared after that name, but from the familiarity of the name itself.
Dumbledore watched him for a moment, then continued his speech, " In fright of losing her love, she pleaded with her father. But all he did was tell her of the arrangement. If she married Dracov, then he would take no slaves of them. In the process of the wedding, before she said 'I Do', Vancravion barged into the ceremony and demanded a duel for Santaluvia. In the end, Vancravion had truly won, but not soon enough. His best friend, Fulenduval Vilinkerly Weasley stabbed him. Though none other than Santaluvia saw this. They all agreed that Dracov had won, but Santaluvia knew otherwide. The night of the wedding, Santaluvia found that she was with child. She despaired long after. The day after her child, Godric Gryffindor, was born, Santaluvia wrote a letter. In it, she confessed her undying love for Vancravion, and her utter hatred for Dracov. She sealed the letter with blood. Her blood. She then created a spell that sent her into a lost pond of blackness, awaiting her love to find her and set her free. The two rulers of muggles and wizards blamed the other for what had happened. The two groups became enemies, and created two sides of earth, the wizarding and the muggle's side. The spirit of Santaluvia still roams the earth, in the souls of her ancestors, at certain years, that of which we call the year of Santaluvia. She is searching for her love reincarnated. If she finds him, she will take him to the pond and he shall see the one thing he wishes most to see. But only she can find the pond, and only in the year of the true Santaluvia," Dumbledore finished his long speech. He looked at the stunned Harry. "So, what was my mission again?"
Dumbledore sighed, "find the Santaluvia of our time, she is your one true love, and set her spirit free. You are the ancestor of Vancravion." "Well then, that seems simple enough. So, who is this girl?" asked Harry, clapping his hands together. "Santaluvia reincarnated," answered Dumbledore. "This is one of those missions where you can't tell me anything, isn't it?" asked Harry sarcastically. Dumbledore nodded, "I'm afraid so. But I can tell you this, she is closer than you think. I would have sent you away to find her by now if she wasn't already here."
After Harry had left, he found himself thinking about it. Who could it be? he asked himself. Where is she? Will I find her? How will I know it's her? he had so many questions. He tried to think of possible solutions to find her. I know! he thought, I'll date all of the girl at Hogwarts, and I'll make a list of which ones I like the most. (Consciounce:) And how would you classify them? By alphabetical order? No, by who treats me right, and who doesn't...among other things. It took him a moment before he realized that he had just escorted himself to the hospital wing. He looked curiously at the door, breathed a deep sigh, shook his head, and entered. He grabbed a name tag from the guest box and scribbled Harry on it. Upon entering, the first thing he saw was a girl in bed. Harry walked closer to her. He looked around to see if anyone was watching. When he was sure that no one was, he sat down next to her. She was beautiful, she was asleep, she was Moira. Harry watched her for awhile longer. "Why am I doing this?" he asked himself aloud.
"I don't know, why are you?" Harry jumped in surprise. Moira looked at him and smiled. "I-I" was all Harry could get out. He was stunned, along with embarrased. Moira giggled, "Perhaps because you wanted to see if I was alright?" she had saved him from embarrasment. "Yes, that's it, h-how are you?" Harry managed to get out. "Ready to leave this room, you?" "Same." He began to relax. "Would you like to go for a walk Harry?" asked Moira, with a glint in her eyes. "Sounds good, I-hey! You know my name!" Moira laughed. "How?" asked Harry absentmindedly. "I'm magic. And you're wearing a name tag." Harry looked down at his shirt. Moira burst out laughing. Harry couldn't help but grin, she had a beautiful smile. "Now, about that walk..." "Love to," replied Harry.
A.N: Sorry if this is short. I'm tired, and it's about 5:00 am and I have yet to sleep. Well, g2g, c y'all later, and remember the necessity of life: REVIEWING!!!!!!!! Lol. ~Jenna