-YAYAYAYAYAY I finally had enough time to update. Again I'm sorry for not
doing so earlier. But I promise to put chapter 7 up this weekend. Anyway,
I'd like to thank my reviewers.
Hermionegreen – Thanks. blush I didn't think that this many people would enjoy my fic. Well, you'll find out who the animagi are in the 7th chapter or the 8th depending on my mood.
TuxedoMac- Hey, pretty cool. Do you want me to email you or you to email me? Well, can't wait. I want to add it to my Inamish program I have. My teacher will love it. Oh, I love Monty Python by the way. Have you seen The Meaning of Life? That is the best I have to say, along with The Holy Grail and the rabbit (with the teeth). Talk to ya laters.
Serpent- you are annoying sometimes. I tell you to review me for a week and a half... a week and a half and all I get is a measly two lines. You are evil! AND WHY WERE YOU NOT AT SCHOOL TODAY!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? You missed Luna falling on her face.
Mare na Var- I'm telling you right now, if you do it I will hit you tomorrow.
Good luck to all those with stories and AmethystStar I have reviewed you, but under a different name. My other name is h2opologal... if that helps, anyhoo. PLEASE PLEASE UPDATE your fic. It's really good. Talk to you then.
I would like to dedicate this fic to TuxedoMac for the Smurf language, and my friends who are giving me excellent ideas. Particularly The Serpent Guardian, who helped me with the history part. Thanks guys and don't worry, I'll update soon.
Chapter 6 – Knowledge?
'Wings! My father has black feathered wings!' Harry thought incredulously, as he continued to gap like a fish out of water. His father chuckled at the look on his son's face. He had gone from surprise to blank in 5 milliseconds, and he knew why.
"B...B...But how?" Harry asked when he finally got his voice back.
"Well Harry, that's why we brought you here," Lily said in her strong, sweet voice. "So we can tell you about your... inheritance."
"In...Inheritance? But I already have my vault and your cloak. What else could you give me?" Harry asked.
"Well as you know, most people don't exactly have a twelve foot wing span connected to their shoulders, Harry," James said in a suave, masculine voice.
"Er... well no. Is this the inheritance you're talking about? My heritage." Harry asked sounding less confused and more curious.
"Well, why don't we all sit and we'll talk about it," Lily said, gesturing towards the chairs. Harry turned and sat on the couch –I know I said there was three chairs but too bad I'm changing it.- Lily sat next to him and immediately engulfed him in a hug. "Oh I missed you so, so much Harry," Lily whispered into his hair.
"So did I," Harry said his voice muffled through Lily's shoulder.
After a minute, James made himself known by clearing his throat. "Son." Harry stood up, after extricating himself from his mothers' grip and walked over to his father.
Harry stood in front of him for a moment, before collapsing into a hug and mumbling, "Dad!" into his shoulder. James held his son tightly to his chest. Finally they let go and Harry walked back to his mother, who had him again in a tight hug.
"Well, I guess we can begin now," James said. "There once was a man from Nantucket..."
"James!" Lily interrupted in a warning tone. "We don't have time for your jokes."
"Yes dear," James said a grin playing out on his face. Harry looked at the two with amusement written all over his own face.
"Well as you can see I'm not exactly normal. It goes back only a few generations to your great, great, great, great Grandparents: Prince Van and Princess Hitomi of the Atlantian race. My family never knew exactly how they meet and how they ended up on Earth, but they did know they came from a different planet created by the Atlantians, called Gaia. Their son was a wizard. His parents found that it was impossible for him to well... 'release' his wings. But they knew he had them. So they created a way for him to do it. They gave him a staff," James took something out of his pocket.
He opened his hand and showed Harry. It was a thin silver necklace; a stag made of dulled silver with brown gems for eyes. It was beautifully etched with great detail. James mumbled something Harry didn't catch. "This staff," James said, suddenly a staff materialized out of one of the dark brown jewels. The staff itself had runes written all over its grey coloured wood. The most intriguing part was the stone on the end, which was a glowing brown in colour and seemed to have something wandering around in its depths. Harry took a closer look and saw, again, a stag. Harry looked up and realized he had been gaping at the object; his father had an amused look plastered to his face.
"This staff," he twirled it around, "has been past down since then. Once the child was old enough, the parent would give them the staff. The necklace is the key to your wings. The staff just gives you the control in the first few years, but it's a great weapon when in need. Now it belongs to you," Harry looked at James, stood and moved infront of him. He put his hand out to receive the heirloom. James placed it into his waiting hand.
There was a blinding white flash that quickly turned emerald green. Harry looked at the staff once he regained his vision, his eyes widened in astonishment. The staff had changed dramatically. Instead of the greyish wood, it was now a dark holly wood colour –teehee Hollywood get it? OK, I'm bored...- and the stone at the end was glowing emerald green. He took a closer look to see what was moving in it and saw a wolf, an ebony black wolf with emerald eyes.
'It looks just like the dream,' Harry thought as realization struck him.
"Wonderful," James said a look of delight splattered to his face. "Now, for the interesting parts. Touch the stone for your necklace encasement and then we can see your wings." Lily had been looking on with interest from the couch, but now stood next to her husband. Harry looked at them, smiled, and grabbed the stone. The next thing he knew he was on his back and opening his eyes to see familiar worried emerald green eyes, so similar to his own, staring back. The face moved back and he could see the lips moving, but couldn't hear what she was saying.
Suddenly, he heard a wolf's howl and then, "Harry! Harry, can you hear me? HARRY!" Lily was all but shouting into her only son's ears to get him to hear her.
"What happened?" he croaked out finally. Lily was so relieved, she swept him into a motherly hug and squeezed him securely. "What happened?" he repeated when she had released him.
"You grabbed the stone and flew about 10 feet backwards," Lily said kissing him on the forehead, just above his scar. Harry looked at his father confused.
"I don't know what happened, it didn't happen with me. I grabbed the stone and my necklace appeared in my hand. I... I don't understand," James said, sounding more frustrated by the minute. Harry looked around the staff had disappeared. But when he went to stand up realized he had something clutched in his hand. He opened his hand and his eyes widened to dish size.
-I know another cliffie. Objects being thrown at author Oh no you don't uses cool physic moves and has them fly into outer space HAHAHAHAHAHA one last object: SPLAT ...dang it. OK review me and I'll try and update this weekend. I promise.
Hermionegreen – Thanks. blush I didn't think that this many people would enjoy my fic. Well, you'll find out who the animagi are in the 7th chapter or the 8th depending on my mood.
TuxedoMac- Hey, pretty cool. Do you want me to email you or you to email me? Well, can't wait. I want to add it to my Inamish program I have. My teacher will love it. Oh, I love Monty Python by the way. Have you seen The Meaning of Life? That is the best I have to say, along with The Holy Grail and the rabbit (with the teeth). Talk to ya laters.
Serpent- you are annoying sometimes. I tell you to review me for a week and a half... a week and a half and all I get is a measly two lines. You are evil! AND WHY WERE YOU NOT AT SCHOOL TODAY!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? You missed Luna falling on her face.
Mare na Var- I'm telling you right now, if you do it I will hit you tomorrow.
Good luck to all those with stories and AmethystStar I have reviewed you, but under a different name. My other name is h2opologal... if that helps, anyhoo. PLEASE PLEASE UPDATE your fic. It's really good. Talk to you then.
I would like to dedicate this fic to TuxedoMac for the Smurf language, and my friends who are giving me excellent ideas. Particularly The Serpent Guardian, who helped me with the history part. Thanks guys and don't worry, I'll update soon.
Chapter 6 – Knowledge?
'Wings! My father has black feathered wings!' Harry thought incredulously, as he continued to gap like a fish out of water. His father chuckled at the look on his son's face. He had gone from surprise to blank in 5 milliseconds, and he knew why.
"B...B...But how?" Harry asked when he finally got his voice back.
"Well Harry, that's why we brought you here," Lily said in her strong, sweet voice. "So we can tell you about your... inheritance."
"In...Inheritance? But I already have my vault and your cloak. What else could you give me?" Harry asked.
"Well as you know, most people don't exactly have a twelve foot wing span connected to their shoulders, Harry," James said in a suave, masculine voice.
"Er... well no. Is this the inheritance you're talking about? My heritage." Harry asked sounding less confused and more curious.
"Well, why don't we all sit and we'll talk about it," Lily said, gesturing towards the chairs. Harry turned and sat on the couch –I know I said there was three chairs but too bad I'm changing it.- Lily sat next to him and immediately engulfed him in a hug. "Oh I missed you so, so much Harry," Lily whispered into his hair.
"So did I," Harry said his voice muffled through Lily's shoulder.
After a minute, James made himself known by clearing his throat. "Son." Harry stood up, after extricating himself from his mothers' grip and walked over to his father.
Harry stood in front of him for a moment, before collapsing into a hug and mumbling, "Dad!" into his shoulder. James held his son tightly to his chest. Finally they let go and Harry walked back to his mother, who had him again in a tight hug.
"Well, I guess we can begin now," James said. "There once was a man from Nantucket..."
"James!" Lily interrupted in a warning tone. "We don't have time for your jokes."
"Yes dear," James said a grin playing out on his face. Harry looked at the two with amusement written all over his own face.
"Well as you can see I'm not exactly normal. It goes back only a few generations to your great, great, great, great Grandparents: Prince Van and Princess Hitomi of the Atlantian race. My family never knew exactly how they meet and how they ended up on Earth, but they did know they came from a different planet created by the Atlantians, called Gaia. Their son was a wizard. His parents found that it was impossible for him to well... 'release' his wings. But they knew he had them. So they created a way for him to do it. They gave him a staff," James took something out of his pocket.
He opened his hand and showed Harry. It was a thin silver necklace; a stag made of dulled silver with brown gems for eyes. It was beautifully etched with great detail. James mumbled something Harry didn't catch. "This staff," James said, suddenly a staff materialized out of one of the dark brown jewels. The staff itself had runes written all over its grey coloured wood. The most intriguing part was the stone on the end, which was a glowing brown in colour and seemed to have something wandering around in its depths. Harry took a closer look and saw, again, a stag. Harry looked up and realized he had been gaping at the object; his father had an amused look plastered to his face.
"This staff," he twirled it around, "has been past down since then. Once the child was old enough, the parent would give them the staff. The necklace is the key to your wings. The staff just gives you the control in the first few years, but it's a great weapon when in need. Now it belongs to you," Harry looked at James, stood and moved infront of him. He put his hand out to receive the heirloom. James placed it into his waiting hand.
There was a blinding white flash that quickly turned emerald green. Harry looked at the staff once he regained his vision, his eyes widened in astonishment. The staff had changed dramatically. Instead of the greyish wood, it was now a dark holly wood colour –teehee Hollywood get it? OK, I'm bored...- and the stone at the end was glowing emerald green. He took a closer look to see what was moving in it and saw a wolf, an ebony black wolf with emerald eyes.
'It looks just like the dream,' Harry thought as realization struck him.
"Wonderful," James said a look of delight splattered to his face. "Now, for the interesting parts. Touch the stone for your necklace encasement and then we can see your wings." Lily had been looking on with interest from the couch, but now stood next to her husband. Harry looked at them, smiled, and grabbed the stone. The next thing he knew he was on his back and opening his eyes to see familiar worried emerald green eyes, so similar to his own, staring back. The face moved back and he could see the lips moving, but couldn't hear what she was saying.
Suddenly, he heard a wolf's howl and then, "Harry! Harry, can you hear me? HARRY!" Lily was all but shouting into her only son's ears to get him to hear her.
"What happened?" he croaked out finally. Lily was so relieved, she swept him into a motherly hug and squeezed him securely. "What happened?" he repeated when she had released him.
"You grabbed the stone and flew about 10 feet backwards," Lily said kissing him on the forehead, just above his scar. Harry looked at his father confused.
"I don't know what happened, it didn't happen with me. I grabbed the stone and my necklace appeared in my hand. I... I don't understand," James said, sounding more frustrated by the minute. Harry looked around the staff had disappeared. But when he went to stand up realized he had something clutched in his hand. He opened his hand and his eyes widened to dish size.
-I know another cliffie. Objects being thrown at author Oh no you don't uses cool physic moves and has them fly into outer space HAHAHAHAHAHA one last object: SPLAT ...dang it. OK review me and I'll try and update this weekend. I promise.