From the Flames
Chapter Two: Flame Kindling
By LunarianPrincess
Hey this is the first Harry Potter fic I began writing, I just deemed it worthy enough to post. I would like all the constructive criticism you can offer, please note that if you just say you hate something for the sake of hating it I will not do anything to fix it but if you have an idea that can fix it don't hesitate to tell me. I am writing a prequel to this story called Spark the Fire, it will take me a while to finish this fic so that may be a while in coming, bear in mind that this is about their kids so don't expect a lot of the main chars in here. Thanks, -!
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Once inside the door there was a short hallway, not carpeted or wallpapered just made from the shrubs. When they reached the other end, Alex stepped forward and braced herself, so if another vision came she wouldn't react as powerfully. She felt a comforting hand on her shoulder and was filled with confidence and warmth. She placed her hand on the doorknob and nothing came, so she twisted the knob and opened the door. She walked into the garden that she had known since childhood. She smiled tremulously and let out a sigh of relief.
Harry walked up to the front door and opened it. She and Dom walked silently inside. They followed Harry into the living room and sat down. Alex curled into the huge comfy chair her dad always sat in, she always felt safe and protected when she sat here. She saw Harry head into the kitchen and waited quietly. As she was sitting there her little kitten jumped into her lap. She was so tiny, being only a few months old. She stroked the kitten's ginger fur and beamed when it started to purr.
"Hi, Gingersnap, did ya miss me?" she cooed to the little bundle of ginger fur. Her kitty raised its eyes to meet hers. The kitty's eyes were bright amethyst, which were so like her owner's it tended to unnerve most visitors, but not Dom. Harry smiled nostalgically at the tableau she presented, a curly golden haired girl petting a ginger cat single-mindedly, little did he know that the original cat had been the grand cat of the kitty currently in the child's lap. As he returned he noticed that though he was smiling Dom seemed preoccupied.
"Here, eat this," Harry said as he offered her a chocolate frog and a glass of water. "Now can you tell me about your vision from the beginning?" Alex swallowed the gulp of water she had taken after eating the chocolate frog.
"Well, it was night, and most of the night lamps were out, this small woman, shorter than you, but really skinny, walked towards the door, she kinda hunched and was looking around really fast. I could see inside her mind and she was anticipating something, it seemed like she was torturing someone. Then I saw her by the door again. She was wearing..." Alex stumbled for a second, straining to remember the details.
"A green and black scarf edged in silver with a silver broach in the shape of a serpent," Dom finished for her, absentmindedly. He was focusing on the thing he had seen most vividly. It took him a second to realize that both his father and Alex were staring at him. Alex's mouth was pursed in a pink plump O of surprise.
"How did you know that?" she queried, quite astonished. He glanced sheepishly at his father who was looking at him speculatively. He shoved a hand through his hair while he sighed.
"I saw it, when I touched you Alex, when I put my hand on your back I saw what you were remembering." He said slowly as if trying to understand it himself. "Dad, do wizards and witches combine consciousness sometimes?" he asked as an afterthought. His dad sat there for a second lost in concentration.
"I don't believe so, I have heard in rare instances of intense connection, such as identical experiences, merging of consciousness has been known to happen, but never in the way that you described. I remember that whenever Voldemort touched me he or I would experience extreme discomfort." Harry said contemplatively. Both Dom and Alex stayed quiet a second considering what this meant about what had happened between the two of them.
"Wait, I felt you, you were the other presence in my mind," Alex announced suddenly, remembering the warm, reassuring presence that had kept her from being overwhelmed. Dom smiled at her outburst and Harry was shaken from his mental deliberation.
"Is there any other crucial detail you remember?" Harry asked insistently. Alex closed her eyes and they popped open a second later.
"Her hair, it was dull brown and it was very disheveled and unkempt, much like the rest of her," Alex proclaimed to them
"And her eyes, they were an unusual shade of acid green- almost yellow," he said, and received an answering nod from Alex.
"You said something about a key, instead of a wand," Harry said as he remembered the other bit she had mumbled right after her vision. He saw Alex nod grimly.
"Yes, you see my parents know I don't have a wand so they made a key which is hidden on me, no one is supposed to know of its existence, because of the danger it would place us in. especially if one of my parents enemies found it." Harry was sitting there silently, contemplating this dire news, when a large brown owl swept through the window to drop a parcel at Alex's feet, as soon as that was done it disappeared again. She looked at it, mystified by the package at her feet. She picked up the relatively heavy envelope, inspecting the address
"Helen Alexandra Weasley; Comfy Chair in the living-room; 1578 S. Willoughby Way; Little Heatherton; England," She pronounced to the bemused guests. Her eyes filled with hope as she realized what this meant. She turned the packet over gently and her guess was confirmed when she saw the official seal of Hogwarts. She shuddered with anticipation and reaching her free hand out she tentatively broke the seal on the coveted letter. She took a deep breath and pulled a bundle of papers from the casing. Easing the top paper free from the others she prepared herself to read it, outside her focus she could tell more people had arrived. Her face grew luminous as she read the sentence she had been waiting for. She lifted her eyes from the letter to pronounce her fate. Her eyes met those of her parents and her godparents.
"I got in!" she squealed launching herself into her mother and fathers arms. They smiled benignly, while telling her that they had been telling her that she would get in. Next she hugged Aunt Luna and Uncle Harry, with them telling her that they would have to get her a going away gift. Next she approached Dominic. She hugged him, noticing that when they touched it made her skin prickle and her mind feel warm.
"Guess I'll have to deal with you at school too," he said, teasing her good-naturedly. She stepped back to find her family looking at her proudly. She beamed and started laughing, the fear from her vision entirely abated.
"See, honey, I told you that you would get in," her mother said. She was wearing a black cloak edged in red. Seeing this Alex cocked her head and a small frown appeared between her eyebrows.
"Where did you go mom?" she queried. Curious as to her mom's unorthodox dress, for unless she was in the wizarding world she tended to wear muggle clothes, the same with her father but both were in wizard garb. Her mom and dad shared a secret look.
"Well, we were called to have an important meeting with some old friends," her dad replied. She looked at her parents, scrutinizing their expressions. She shrugged dismissively, turning back to Dom, intent on asking him about Hogwarts.
"Before you start Helen," started her father, but at one look at her thunderous expression had him altering what he had been about to say. "Alex, we had better pack we have to be off to London to collect your school things, as I believe Harry and Luna do." He father finished, beginning to usher her upstairs.
About and hour later she descended with her mother, having assembled what she thought she would need for school. She had two trunks, one large and one medium sized. She had packed a few of her favorite muggle outfits, her journal, art book, c.d. player, portable DVD player with a few of her favorite movies. She also had packed some of her books. There was Shakespeare, Homer, Socrates, Sophocles as well as Tamora Pierce and Patrica C. Wrede. In addition to a few of her favorite authors she had taken some of her other books. The smaller trunk contained her clothes and her toiletries and the larger trunk contained her essentials.
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Okay those works are actually favorites of mine, I hope this chapter made sense. Do you think it needs the prequel first? The other story is a RW/HG story, tell me what you think!