Ancients Chapter 2
disclaimer: I don't own harry potter or anything like that.
When Harry woke up again, he could no longer feel anything of his body. He couldn't open his eyes, but he was somehow consious and able to sense his surroundings faintly. He was submerged in something that glowed all around him, in a greenish tint. It felt like....blood? No. Life.
He immediately felt an affirmative response from someone or something that was hovering above him. The response was not verbal, however, it just seemed to wash over his mind like waves in the ocean.
He couldn't really make out what the person looked like, as his glasses were gone, and he was pretty sure he was supposed to be blind at this point. This time, he recieved a negative response, and the message, this time, formed as words in his mind.
'No, little one. Your body has been healed, and strengthened. You are in the lifestream now. Not many people have ever come here with their bodies still intact. Most people only leave their spirit to re-enter the lifestream, and their soul and the main portion of their consiousness moves on. I need your help, though. It has been many thousands of years since I was forced to use Weapons against human beings, and I don't want to do it again. You have to understand that I love you, and I don't want to hurt them, or you, but they're hurting me. and if I don't do something they'll kill me, and as a consequense, themselves.'
Harry was speechless. He was in the lifestream? What did that mean? And he was healed? He certainly couldn't tell, it felt like he was separated from his body at the moment. He couldn't feel it at all. And what did she mean by Weapon. He could tell now it was a female voice, and she was distraught and in pain. And if there was anything that Harry didn't like, it was a girl's crying, which she had to be fighting at the moment.
'And can you believe that now they think they can abandon me, and just leave me to die? That's why I created 'wizards', as you call them. They've protected me for a long time, but now, they've forgotten themselves, and are only using their powers selfishly, hiding from the rest of the world in fear, while the rest of the human race is destroying everything in order to wield the same powers, and most of them don't even realize it......'
Harry stared. He'd never heard of any of this before. Were wizards really created for a purpose? He realized he'd never questions the origins of such things as magic before.
'I'm sorry', she said. 'I've just been upset. You would never intentionally hurt me if you could help it, would you Harry? I know you killed that Basilisk, and that hurt, but he was hurting your friends, and I know what it's like to watch friends die.'
'H-How did you know that? And I still don't know who you are. You said you created us. Are you God?'
He felt her smiling at him, rather than saw it. things were still kind of blurry, and he let this slip across his mental barrier to her.
'Oh! You're having trouble seeing me, aren't you? I'm sorry, its been so long since I conversed with someone like this...I usually only talk to trees and other magical creatures.' And suddenly things became clearer. Harry realized that the reason he couldn't see before was that an intensly bright light had been surrounding everything. Slowly he focused on the presense in front of him, and made out one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. Long white hair flowed behind her in the liquid, and her eyes glowed an almost blindingly bright green color, which seemed to match with the lifestream around them. If this girl wasn't a goddess, then there simply could be no describing her, and he let this thought cross between them.
She giggled a bit. 'Thank you, Harry.' she sighed, and then her gaze turned darker. 'You don't look so bad yourself, although you have been wounded in more than just your body', she said. 'I can heal everything except your heart and soul, those are beyond my reach. But I want you to know that, even after you wake up back in your body in your wizard's hospital, I'll always be with you, and the power and knowledge that has passed through the lifestream will be with you as well, as long as you live. I am actually the earth itself.'
Harry's eyes bulged as he expressed his shock. 'Is this really for real, or am I delusional. I haven't had water for several days now, I know...and yet this all feels so real.'
she reached out and kissed his forehead next to his scar, and he actually felt this touch, as if he were really in his body. 'It's real. And I'm real. People call me lots of things. Mother. Gaia. and of course Earth. And, once upon a time, I knew a man who called me Marion.' Suddenly her eyes looked distant and sad, yet happy at the same time.
'So you really created wizardkind?' he asked, finally starting to take some of what she had said in.
'Well, I wouldn't say 'created'. More like I gave birth to the first 'wizards'. Twins, actually. But the blood has weakened over the years, since of course they learned to live with the other people, and even taught them some of their abilities. Wizards don't do that anymore. That's why I need you. You have to end what mankind set into motion over 1000 years ago, and reunite the two worlds. You have to understand Harry. Only together will you survive now. The damage has gone too far, and I will begin to fade soon. I've had to give up so much just to survive this long. And they don't know it, but the rest of the world has lost many things too. The few things I've saved from the Ancient Days are hidden within the wizarding world in a vault, somewhere deep within the earth, which only you can open. You'll know how, when you see it. You can use that to end your fight with Voldemort, and then I will contact you again. But my powers are weaker than they used to be, and I have to go now. I love you, Harry, my descendent. And I know I will see you again. Good luck.'
with that she faded into the lifestream, and Harry felt like he was rushed upwards as he slammed into his body, causing him to jump in his skin, which made him realize he was back in his body, and not any longer in his cupboard. Harry was relieved to feel that he was completely healed, just as the woman had told him, but then he realized all the other things she had said, and all that had happened in the past few months, and suddenly a crushing weight landed on his chest, pulling his heart down into his stomach. Suddenly he felt so small. He was worthless. Why did that woman think he could help her. There was nothing he could do to stop Voldemort. He'd only get everyone around him killed. Just like Sirius. And Cedric. And almost Hermione as well....Hermione....But the prophecy said he had to fight him.
For a long time...Harry lay in the hospital bed in St. Mungo's, trying to come up with a solution. Coldness crept through him slowly, as if the cold clammy hands of a dementor were touching his heart and frosting it over. Finally, he remembered what else that woman had said to him. Something about a vault. Avault deep within the earth....He could find the power to destroy Voldemort there. And then after that he could destroy himself and no one could be killed because of him anymore.
disclaimer: I don't own harry potter or anything like that.
When Harry woke up again, he could no longer feel anything of his body. He couldn't open his eyes, but he was somehow consious and able to sense his surroundings faintly. He was submerged in something that glowed all around him, in a greenish tint. It felt like....blood? No. Life.
He immediately felt an affirmative response from someone or something that was hovering above him. The response was not verbal, however, it just seemed to wash over his mind like waves in the ocean.
He couldn't really make out what the person looked like, as his glasses were gone, and he was pretty sure he was supposed to be blind at this point. This time, he recieved a negative response, and the message, this time, formed as words in his mind.
'No, little one. Your body has been healed, and strengthened. You are in the lifestream now. Not many people have ever come here with their bodies still intact. Most people only leave their spirit to re-enter the lifestream, and their soul and the main portion of their consiousness moves on. I need your help, though. It has been many thousands of years since I was forced to use Weapons against human beings, and I don't want to do it again. You have to understand that I love you, and I don't want to hurt them, or you, but they're hurting me. and if I don't do something they'll kill me, and as a consequense, themselves.'
Harry was speechless. He was in the lifestream? What did that mean? And he was healed? He certainly couldn't tell, it felt like he was separated from his body at the moment. He couldn't feel it at all. And what did she mean by Weapon. He could tell now it was a female voice, and she was distraught and in pain. And if there was anything that Harry didn't like, it was a girl's crying, which she had to be fighting at the moment.
'And can you believe that now they think they can abandon me, and just leave me to die? That's why I created 'wizards', as you call them. They've protected me for a long time, but now, they've forgotten themselves, and are only using their powers selfishly, hiding from the rest of the world in fear, while the rest of the human race is destroying everything in order to wield the same powers, and most of them don't even realize it......'
Harry stared. He'd never heard of any of this before. Were wizards really created for a purpose? He realized he'd never questions the origins of such things as magic before.
'I'm sorry', she said. 'I've just been upset. You would never intentionally hurt me if you could help it, would you Harry? I know you killed that Basilisk, and that hurt, but he was hurting your friends, and I know what it's like to watch friends die.'
'H-How did you know that? And I still don't know who you are. You said you created us. Are you God?'
He felt her smiling at him, rather than saw it. things were still kind of blurry, and he let this slip across his mental barrier to her.
'Oh! You're having trouble seeing me, aren't you? I'm sorry, its been so long since I conversed with someone like this...I usually only talk to trees and other magical creatures.' And suddenly things became clearer. Harry realized that the reason he couldn't see before was that an intensly bright light had been surrounding everything. Slowly he focused on the presense in front of him, and made out one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. Long white hair flowed behind her in the liquid, and her eyes glowed an almost blindingly bright green color, which seemed to match with the lifestream around them. If this girl wasn't a goddess, then there simply could be no describing her, and he let this thought cross between them.
She giggled a bit. 'Thank you, Harry.' she sighed, and then her gaze turned darker. 'You don't look so bad yourself, although you have been wounded in more than just your body', she said. 'I can heal everything except your heart and soul, those are beyond my reach. But I want you to know that, even after you wake up back in your body in your wizard's hospital, I'll always be with you, and the power and knowledge that has passed through the lifestream will be with you as well, as long as you live. I am actually the earth itself.'
Harry's eyes bulged as he expressed his shock. 'Is this really for real, or am I delusional. I haven't had water for several days now, I know...and yet this all feels so real.'
she reached out and kissed his forehead next to his scar, and he actually felt this touch, as if he were really in his body. 'It's real. And I'm real. People call me lots of things. Mother. Gaia. and of course Earth. And, once upon a time, I knew a man who called me Marion.' Suddenly her eyes looked distant and sad, yet happy at the same time.
'So you really created wizardkind?' he asked, finally starting to take some of what she had said in.
'Well, I wouldn't say 'created'. More like I gave birth to the first 'wizards'. Twins, actually. But the blood has weakened over the years, since of course they learned to live with the other people, and even taught them some of their abilities. Wizards don't do that anymore. That's why I need you. You have to end what mankind set into motion over 1000 years ago, and reunite the two worlds. You have to understand Harry. Only together will you survive now. The damage has gone too far, and I will begin to fade soon. I've had to give up so much just to survive this long. And they don't know it, but the rest of the world has lost many things too. The few things I've saved from the Ancient Days are hidden within the wizarding world in a vault, somewhere deep within the earth, which only you can open. You'll know how, when you see it. You can use that to end your fight with Voldemort, and then I will contact you again. But my powers are weaker than they used to be, and I have to go now. I love you, Harry, my descendent. And I know I will see you again. Good luck.'
with that she faded into the lifestream, and Harry felt like he was rushed upwards as he slammed into his body, causing him to jump in his skin, which made him realize he was back in his body, and not any longer in his cupboard. Harry was relieved to feel that he was completely healed, just as the woman had told him, but then he realized all the other things she had said, and all that had happened in the past few months, and suddenly a crushing weight landed on his chest, pulling his heart down into his stomach. Suddenly he felt so small. He was worthless. Why did that woman think he could help her. There was nothing he could do to stop Voldemort. He'd only get everyone around him killed. Just like Sirius. And Cedric. And almost Hermione as well....Hermione....But the prophecy said he had to fight him.
For a long time...Harry lay in the hospital bed in St. Mungo's, trying to come up with a solution. Coldness crept through him slowly, as if the cold clammy hands of a dementor were touching his heart and frosting it over. Finally, he remembered what else that woman had said to him. Something about a vault. Avault deep within the earth....He could find the power to destroy Voldemort there. And then after that he could destroy himself and no one could be killed because of him anymore.