-Hello all, I know I'm a big fat liar. But in repentance for my past bad
updating skills, I'll post the other chapters I have written. Sorry about
leaving you at that cliffy, but I couldn't help myself and then I started
writing and couldn't stop and thought it would be all one chapter, but it
is really about three. So I'll post them all hopefully tonight. Enjoy.
Wanderingwolf- you'll find out...
TuxedoMac- Thanks for the smurfish email. That is really good. My friends and I started walking around school saying that and we got all these weird looks. We couldn't figure out why... Cool, I would love to see this twelve- foot wing span of yours... anyhoo thanks.
Lady S- Thank you. blush Sorry again about the cliffy. I'm trying to cut back... hehe. Hope you enjoy.
Aw?Bo?De?- nice name.
Anton – GLARE You are cutting it real close mister. See ya around.
Hermionegreen – Actually, I'm not even sure why at this moment. But all shall be explained in later chapters.
Thanks again for reviewing. Talk to you all laters.
Chapter 7- Jewelry and Change
A wolf was attached to a thin silver chain. The wolf was made of a dark looking metal with the details etched in perfectly and emeralds for eyes. But then he noticed something else. A silver ring with silver vine leaves through the center of the band, except for a single emerald leaf. Harry looked up at his father and asked, "Why do I have a ring as well? I thought I only got a necklace." James confused expression turned to shock.
"But... but that's impossible!" James yelled. "The Prince...my son... hasn't been seen for a century... so proud..." James continued to mumble as Harry stood up and walked back towards the chairs.
"James, stop prattling on and tell us what is happening." Lily said calmly after Harry sat down next to her. James looked up at them and stopped babbling to himself.
"Sorry," James said, while rubbing the back of his neck with his hand –THE SON NECK RUB!!! Sorry Dragonball Z anyhoo- "Er... Well... Hn – teehee I'm on a crossover rant- well I told you that my ancestors were a prince and princess. Well I think... I believe, you are a true heir and the staff recognizes you as such," James said, still looking thoughtful. Harry's mouth had dropped and now he was gapping, while his brain worked furiously thinking of a way to 'unprincify' himself.
"But... I don't want to be a prince," Harry stated flatly after failing in his mission.
"Don't worry Harry, no one will know unless you tell them. But with the title comes extra power and knowledge. You'll start wanting more knowledge and practicals will be a bit easier the more you practice your magic skills. Guess your potions should improve," James said amusedly, while Harry grinned.
Lily looked at her boys and sighed, "Always the prankster." but still smiled gingerly.
"Anyway, you can start to learn a bit of wand-less magic, very fun stuff. Next thing to change will be your looks; though it will take about a week to do it, your body needs to be able to hold your new powers. Don't worry, your not going to shrink any more," James chuckled at the look on Harry's face when he said this. It had gone from interested to furious in less than a second; a new record. "OK, so now we have seen that... show and talked, lets see those wings of yours," James said, a grin firmly planted on his face. His wings still out, but relaxed against his back.
Harry looked surprised, 'Oh I nearly forgot!'
"All right, it will feel a bit odd for a while and you'll have to learn to rebalance. The worst part is you go through shirts so quickly. But other than that you will learn quick. Now flying, that you'll know how to do when the time comes. Don't worry, you won't fall and break your neck. OK, take off your shirt then Harry," James said, his smile growing bigger by the minute.
Harry hesitated. 'What will they think when they see... what if they think I'm weak because of it?' Slowly Harry did as asked. His mother and father gasped at what they saw. Harry had 3 large bruises on his chest and abdomen. Harry was staring at the floor, 'They think I'm weak and a sorry excuse of a son.'
The smiling faces instantly changed to fury, "Who!" Lily asked her voice a low dangerous sound, like a feral cat.
"Uncle... Uncle Vernon," Harry said slowly, still not looking up from his spot on the floor. Lily's eyes light up like a fire. His father came over to Harry briskly. Harry flinched away, his father stopped and slowly held his son in a tight embrace. Harry let two tears run down his face but no more. He refused to cry over the matter. His father rubbed his head and then held him at arms length.
"We still love you and would never hurt you," at that James placed his hand on Harry's chest. Harry's eyes widened when the bruises disappeared. His father pulled him into another bear hug, after they had finished healing. His mother joined them quickly shaking from fury.
"I can't believe they would ever do such a thing," Lily fumed after Harry was released to breathe. "When you get back I want you to owl Dumbledore and tell him immediately about how they are treating you. Tell him I am very disappointed that he hadn't noticed..." Lily ranted on a bit more about irresponsible men.
"Er... how can I tell him you told me?" Harry asked timidly, slowly putting his new ring on.
"Well show him the staff, my boy. He knows what it means. Now you don't have to show him the ring, but either way he will find out eventually," James said still looking agitated. "But let's get to your wings first."
Harry nodded and moved so he had room. "OK, now relax your muscles," Harry went limp while standing. He had learnt to meditate this summer to keep some of the dreams of Cedric away, though it hadn't always worked. "Good now your wings should be here," James placed his hands just below his shoulder blades. He then moved to the left of Harry away from the fire. "Now imagine pushing something through that spot. It will be a little painful like scraping your knee. But the pain will go away with time, so give it a try," James coaxed.
Harry thought for a minute before closing his eyes. He pictured his back, a warm tingly feeling started on his shoulder blades. Then he pictured wings, like his fathers, shooting out. His breath hitched as he felt his wings shoot straight out. He gasped for breath and reached out for balance. He wasn't expecting his back to feel so relieved as if he had finally got a rock out of his shoe.
He experimentally moved his wings; they felt really cramped. He relaxed them, first, flat against his back and then stretched them to full capacity behind him. Next he wrapped them around his body to see what colour they were. The feathers felt soft and warm against his body as he did this. He was slightly disappointed. He had hoped they would be all black like his fathers, but instead they were a silverish white with random ebony black feathers moderately scattered through them.
He looked up to see his mother and father proudly looking at him. His father had one arm around her waist and a wing covering her shoulder protectively. His mother was smiling brightly with shiny green eyes that were on the brink of crying.
"Oh they're beautiful Harry!" she exclaimed her voice full of awe. Harry grinned broadly at her.
"OK Harry, give them a flap and get the cramps out," James said standing out of the way and pulling Lily with him. Harry spread his wings out to the sides after he had turned. Then slowly moved his wings up and down. After about five minutes of this he felt like his wings were completely un- cramped.
"Now the harder part is pulling them back in," James said. He sat Lily down on the couch where she was out of the way. James turned so Harry could see his back. "Now watch closely, I'm only doing this once." Harry watched as the great span of black feathers shuddered, then burst into individual feathers that filtered to the floor. Harry picked one from the air and put it in his pocket. "To make them go away... try making them explode, that's how I think about it. Give it a try and we'll see."
Harry thought for a minute and decided to think about the feathers being released from him like a tree of its leaves. He closed his eyes and thought about the feathers coming off one at a time. Finally he tried the whole lot of them. He fell flat on his face from the loss of the extra balance. He lifted his head and saw his father standing with his mother again.
"Very good job Harry," his father said the amusement almost completely gone from his voice, "You have made us both proud of you over the years and we know you will continue to in the future. We are always watching out for you. Remember that. I know our time has been short, but we must leave you again, son," James said his smile slowly leaving his face.
"I'm sorry we couldn't stay longer, but I'm glad we got to see you." Lily said, tears slowly leaking down her face.
"I love you," Harry said as he ran into their arms, tears soaking his mother's shirt. "I'll miss you," Harry said as he saw the two disappear in his arms. Harry sniffed as he took his necklace in his hand and looked at it closely. "Why do I feel I know what to do with this?" Harry said as he turned the necklace around in his palm. Finally he held his left palm out with the necklace and ring in the center. Then words flew to his mouth, "Kano Eihwaz Sowelu," and the necklace morphed into his staff, but now it was not just the rune incrusted holly wood; now the wood had ivy etched in- between the runes. He looked at the new staff, turning it over and over in his hands trying to make sense of the ancient runes. "I've seen these somewhere. They looked the same. But where, where did I see them before?" He said this trying to place the memory. 'Well I suppose I should try and close this too,' he thought as he held the staff horizontally in his hands. Slowly he ran his right hand over the length of the staff trying to figure out what he had to say. But nothing came so he switched hands and ran it over the same path. Then as it had before the words came to him. Only this time as he said them runes on the staff light up. "Othila Uruz Tyr," Harry spoke in a strong voice as though he had known all along that those were the words to say.
He was startled when he realized that these words came to him so naturally, just like Defense. He looked at the wolf and put the necklace around his neck. Then he replaced his ring 'Wow, this is really getting weird' Harry thought as he looked into the fire. He dropped to his knees in pain, squeezed his eyes shut and screamed for the first time that night.
- Don't worry, I have posted the next chapter, so it technically isn't a cliffy...
– (this is an added AN) if you want to know what these runes actually look like, check out Viking Runes on the Internet. I'm not even going to try and explain what they look like. -
Wanderingwolf- you'll find out...
TuxedoMac- Thanks for the smurfish email. That is really good. My friends and I started walking around school saying that and we got all these weird looks. We couldn't figure out why... Cool, I would love to see this twelve- foot wing span of yours... anyhoo thanks.
Lady S- Thank you. blush Sorry again about the cliffy. I'm trying to cut back... hehe. Hope you enjoy.
Aw?Bo?De?- nice name.
Anton – GLARE You are cutting it real close mister. See ya around.
Hermionegreen – Actually, I'm not even sure why at this moment. But all shall be explained in later chapters.
Thanks again for reviewing. Talk to you all laters.
Chapter 7- Jewelry and Change
A wolf was attached to a thin silver chain. The wolf was made of a dark looking metal with the details etched in perfectly and emeralds for eyes. But then he noticed something else. A silver ring with silver vine leaves through the center of the band, except for a single emerald leaf. Harry looked up at his father and asked, "Why do I have a ring as well? I thought I only got a necklace." James confused expression turned to shock.
"But... but that's impossible!" James yelled. "The Prince...my son... hasn't been seen for a century... so proud..." James continued to mumble as Harry stood up and walked back towards the chairs.
"James, stop prattling on and tell us what is happening." Lily said calmly after Harry sat down next to her. James looked up at them and stopped babbling to himself.
"Sorry," James said, while rubbing the back of his neck with his hand –THE SON NECK RUB!!! Sorry Dragonball Z anyhoo- "Er... Well... Hn – teehee I'm on a crossover rant- well I told you that my ancestors were a prince and princess. Well I think... I believe, you are a true heir and the staff recognizes you as such," James said, still looking thoughtful. Harry's mouth had dropped and now he was gapping, while his brain worked furiously thinking of a way to 'unprincify' himself.
"But... I don't want to be a prince," Harry stated flatly after failing in his mission.
"Don't worry Harry, no one will know unless you tell them. But with the title comes extra power and knowledge. You'll start wanting more knowledge and practicals will be a bit easier the more you practice your magic skills. Guess your potions should improve," James said amusedly, while Harry grinned.
Lily looked at her boys and sighed, "Always the prankster." but still smiled gingerly.
"Anyway, you can start to learn a bit of wand-less magic, very fun stuff. Next thing to change will be your looks; though it will take about a week to do it, your body needs to be able to hold your new powers. Don't worry, your not going to shrink any more," James chuckled at the look on Harry's face when he said this. It had gone from interested to furious in less than a second; a new record. "OK, so now we have seen that... show and talked, lets see those wings of yours," James said, a grin firmly planted on his face. His wings still out, but relaxed against his back.
Harry looked surprised, 'Oh I nearly forgot!'
"All right, it will feel a bit odd for a while and you'll have to learn to rebalance. The worst part is you go through shirts so quickly. But other than that you will learn quick. Now flying, that you'll know how to do when the time comes. Don't worry, you won't fall and break your neck. OK, take off your shirt then Harry," James said, his smile growing bigger by the minute.
Harry hesitated. 'What will they think when they see... what if they think I'm weak because of it?' Slowly Harry did as asked. His mother and father gasped at what they saw. Harry had 3 large bruises on his chest and abdomen. Harry was staring at the floor, 'They think I'm weak and a sorry excuse of a son.'
The smiling faces instantly changed to fury, "Who!" Lily asked her voice a low dangerous sound, like a feral cat.
"Uncle... Uncle Vernon," Harry said slowly, still not looking up from his spot on the floor. Lily's eyes light up like a fire. His father came over to Harry briskly. Harry flinched away, his father stopped and slowly held his son in a tight embrace. Harry let two tears run down his face but no more. He refused to cry over the matter. His father rubbed his head and then held him at arms length.
"We still love you and would never hurt you," at that James placed his hand on Harry's chest. Harry's eyes widened when the bruises disappeared. His father pulled him into another bear hug, after they had finished healing. His mother joined them quickly shaking from fury.
"I can't believe they would ever do such a thing," Lily fumed after Harry was released to breathe. "When you get back I want you to owl Dumbledore and tell him immediately about how they are treating you. Tell him I am very disappointed that he hadn't noticed..." Lily ranted on a bit more about irresponsible men.
"Er... how can I tell him you told me?" Harry asked timidly, slowly putting his new ring on.
"Well show him the staff, my boy. He knows what it means. Now you don't have to show him the ring, but either way he will find out eventually," James said still looking agitated. "But let's get to your wings first."
Harry nodded and moved so he had room. "OK, now relax your muscles," Harry went limp while standing. He had learnt to meditate this summer to keep some of the dreams of Cedric away, though it hadn't always worked. "Good now your wings should be here," James placed his hands just below his shoulder blades. He then moved to the left of Harry away from the fire. "Now imagine pushing something through that spot. It will be a little painful like scraping your knee. But the pain will go away with time, so give it a try," James coaxed.
Harry thought for a minute before closing his eyes. He pictured his back, a warm tingly feeling started on his shoulder blades. Then he pictured wings, like his fathers, shooting out. His breath hitched as he felt his wings shoot straight out. He gasped for breath and reached out for balance. He wasn't expecting his back to feel so relieved as if he had finally got a rock out of his shoe.
He experimentally moved his wings; they felt really cramped. He relaxed them, first, flat against his back and then stretched them to full capacity behind him. Next he wrapped them around his body to see what colour they were. The feathers felt soft and warm against his body as he did this. He was slightly disappointed. He had hoped they would be all black like his fathers, but instead they were a silverish white with random ebony black feathers moderately scattered through them.
He looked up to see his mother and father proudly looking at him. His father had one arm around her waist and a wing covering her shoulder protectively. His mother was smiling brightly with shiny green eyes that were on the brink of crying.
"Oh they're beautiful Harry!" she exclaimed her voice full of awe. Harry grinned broadly at her.
"OK Harry, give them a flap and get the cramps out," James said standing out of the way and pulling Lily with him. Harry spread his wings out to the sides after he had turned. Then slowly moved his wings up and down. After about five minutes of this he felt like his wings were completely un- cramped.
"Now the harder part is pulling them back in," James said. He sat Lily down on the couch where she was out of the way. James turned so Harry could see his back. "Now watch closely, I'm only doing this once." Harry watched as the great span of black feathers shuddered, then burst into individual feathers that filtered to the floor. Harry picked one from the air and put it in his pocket. "To make them go away... try making them explode, that's how I think about it. Give it a try and we'll see."
Harry thought for a minute and decided to think about the feathers being released from him like a tree of its leaves. He closed his eyes and thought about the feathers coming off one at a time. Finally he tried the whole lot of them. He fell flat on his face from the loss of the extra balance. He lifted his head and saw his father standing with his mother again.
"Very good job Harry," his father said the amusement almost completely gone from his voice, "You have made us both proud of you over the years and we know you will continue to in the future. We are always watching out for you. Remember that. I know our time has been short, but we must leave you again, son," James said his smile slowly leaving his face.
"I'm sorry we couldn't stay longer, but I'm glad we got to see you." Lily said, tears slowly leaking down her face.
"I love you," Harry said as he ran into their arms, tears soaking his mother's shirt. "I'll miss you," Harry said as he saw the two disappear in his arms. Harry sniffed as he took his necklace in his hand and looked at it closely. "Why do I feel I know what to do with this?" Harry said as he turned the necklace around in his palm. Finally he held his left palm out with the necklace and ring in the center. Then words flew to his mouth, "Kano Eihwaz Sowelu," and the necklace morphed into his staff, but now it was not just the rune incrusted holly wood; now the wood had ivy etched in- between the runes. He looked at the new staff, turning it over and over in his hands trying to make sense of the ancient runes. "I've seen these somewhere. They looked the same. But where, where did I see them before?" He said this trying to place the memory. 'Well I suppose I should try and close this too,' he thought as he held the staff horizontally in his hands. Slowly he ran his right hand over the length of the staff trying to figure out what he had to say. But nothing came so he switched hands and ran it over the same path. Then as it had before the words came to him. Only this time as he said them runes on the staff light up. "Othila Uruz Tyr," Harry spoke in a strong voice as though he had known all along that those were the words to say.
He was startled when he realized that these words came to him so naturally, just like Defense. He looked at the wolf and put the necklace around his neck. Then he replaced his ring 'Wow, this is really getting weird' Harry thought as he looked into the fire. He dropped to his knees in pain, squeezed his eyes shut and screamed for the first time that night.
- Don't worry, I have posted the next chapter, so it technically isn't a cliffy...
– (this is an added AN) if you want to know what these runes actually look like, check out Viking Runes on the Internet. I'm not even going to try and explain what they look like. -