Shitza: This is a little new story, or one-shot you'll name it. This came from a little idea in my head, every chapter will be one story, so don't start shouting at me to update, I'll try as often as I can. Well, in this first story, or chapter the special little Boy-Who-Lived will be the part narrator, and tell you a story he once experienced. I don't own Harry Potter, so no fuss. I think I've mentioned this story once, I may be wrong. Oh, talking to much again...

Yet there are some things I must add before we start. This fic has been reconstructed, yes I'm honest. While being on the board, I had to completely change it since right in the middle of the chapter I suffered from a nasty writer's block, which never left. That's why the only thing that's left from the original fic' is the Headline. So sorry, struggled to keep the original version. Oh, not gonna bother on that, being completely a sentimental fool.

It also contains parts of HotF and TotP, or at least memories. NO, I don't think on quitting on them. I'll write next chapter, what's the hurry?

Well, here it is, the first little story, thankfully a bit narrated by Mr Harry Potter.

Chapter One Harry Potter's Tale

It's a rainy day in October, the clouds hung like bags of heavy water over the Village Hogsmeade. It was a chill day, the Hogwarts students where on their way to a newly opened inn, the White Lily's Inn.

It had been four years since the incident with Voldemort, yet the scars remained. Not just only the one, which gently was the symbol of himself, the scar on his forehead, no. It was the scars from the battle, where he had fought the most evil dark wizard who had ever existed. It had been a close narrow escape.

He entered, seating down by a table. It was growing dark outside, it was five in the evening, and he saw that already some students already sat by the tables discussing the visit. They all carried bags of sweets and joke products. Most of the products bare the crescent of the Weasley twins.

The two doors to the inn opened and a red haired, freckled, handsome man stepped in, closely followed by a woman, with dark hair and deep blue eyes. The man wore a blood red robe with golden embroideries. The woman wore a sky blue robe, with bronze embroideries. The two spotted him by the table, sitting with a goblet with wine. They waved happily before walking over to him.

"Hi old chap!" the red haired man said giving him a friendly hug. Harry hugged back.

"Good to see you Ron" Harry said, equally happy to see his old best mate.

"How has it all been, Harry?" The woman asked.

"Great Cassandra, I am actually back in town again." He said as Cassandra gave him a friendly kiss on the cheek.

The doors opened once more and a stiff man, followed by a brown, bushy haired woman entered. The man wore an emerald green robe with silver embroideries. The woman wore a white robe, which looked like it was made out of cat-hair. They two spotted him, Ron and Cassandra.

"Hermione!" Cassandra said walking over to the bushy haired woman. Indeed it had been four years since the two women had met.

Hermione smiled as the two women started gossiping over the things that had happened during the last years. Ron and Harry went over to welcome the stiff man, also called Draco Malfoy back from an exhausting journey in Switzerland.

Once again the door opened, this time a sort of dreamy looking man entered and the friends had to call him by name several times before he reacted.

"Neville! Neville! Have you gone deaf Hufflepuff?!"

"Hello" he said and his eyes became focused. The others laughed.

"You know Nev, you really remind me of someone I met in Iceland." Harry said smiling.

"Oh, tell us. I want to hear all detail from you before we leave tonight." Cassandra declared. Harry cleared his throat and began to tell them about Lady Winter.

---Harry's Tale---

It was three years ago, but it still feels like yesterday. I was in Iceland, to do some secret stuff for the Minister. He had asked me to help him since he himself was too busy to clear up some things about the goblins. Don't know what, well... anyway...

It was as I passed Reykjavik, the capital of Iceland it all started. I came to one of the Ice Hotel's a Muggle's idea of something spectacular. Well, for us it may not be, for them I don't mind so much anymore. It was late, so I decided to stay over the night. Still I would have to go early in the morning. I received a room, the furniture and everything there is made of pure ice, so I had to put several Heat Charms on myself. In the middle of the night I woke up by some kind of light. I followed it down the corridor, dressed in nothing but a nightgown and my pyjamas. As I had placed the charm I didn't feel the cold, so it must have looked quite extraordinary walking bare foot on ice. I followed the light down to the lobby. The receptionist was arguing with a woman. She was very pale and asked about a room in a very Scandinavian accent. I suppose she wasn't from Iceland, maybe Norway. Oh, I'll leave Cassandra for that, she knows better of those things

Well, the woman didn't have much money, even so I could actually hear her moneybag rattle. I went down to investigate, she saw me and kind of flinched. She told the receptionist I could help her that I could pay. Well, now the enraged receptionist turned to me and began shouting to get his money. Well, I can say I grew tired of it all, so I... I, uhm performed some wandless magic, Obliviated it from his memory. I didn't think of that I had a third person in the room. She sort of fainted, she was in a real shock. To late I noticed what I had done and I was so close to do it on her when she suddenly begged me not. She told me she was a witch and that she was just like me. I told her I really doubted that since I am not like her that would be impossible. Still she obstinately clung to the fact and in the end I had to give in. I agreed if she just would drop it.

She took a room key, from reception and hurried to find her room. I went back to my own. I didn't think of it until later next morning.

They don't have that frozen food in Iceland, even if it may sound so in the name. I ate a warm delicious breakfast before departing heading for the thing I was doing for the Ministry's. The woman sat down by the dining room, waiting. She thanked me once more and asked what I was doing in these cold areas. I told her that I was on a secret journey. She seemed fascinated about it. She didn't ask further on the subject, but I could see she liked the thought.

She joined me at breakfast, talked about the most of everything. We first began talking about the weather, a typical English thing as Scandinavian thing to do. I think we must have spent a quarter of hour before we started on a new subject. I tried to hold the subject away from magic, but it surprised me she so fully detailed described Diagon Alley, I mean during the night I had seriously doubted that she was a witch. We went on with describing the different Wizarding villages we've been. She told me she had gone to Rosengard, but during the time Voldemort had taken it she had managed to flee. She had been one of the captured, but she had fled before they had managed to brainwash her. She had pretended to be hit by an Avada Kedavra. The light had been so strong they hadn't seen who had been hit. She was tossed down into the ocean, together with a hundred other students.

"Oh!!! Who was she?" Cassandra asked interrupting.

"I don't know, she never told me her name." Harry answered. "Now would you let me continue?"

"Oh, sorry" the Ravenclaw said blushing.

Right after breakfast I left. I had borrowed a broom from Blaze, yet you all know how undependable his things are, even so his sickles these days. It cracked as I was flying over the glaciers. Well, flying in the middle of the winter is cold, flying in the winter over Iceland is way to cold. I landed on one of the glaciers. You don't want to hear my comments for Blaze, all I can say is that I was unusually angry on him. I actually managed to splinter the broken broom with my mind in that moment. It's a good thing I didn't do the same thing with the glacier. I could have brought an endless winter with all that snow.

I had to spend the next night there, not as comfy as in the hotel, well actually it had been so much more comfortable being warm. I used the same heat charm on myself, but I guess that glacier is part magical but the charms had a very little effect. Luckily I managed to create an igloo, where I slept.

"What's that?" Ron asked.

"It's a small house built of snow, it's used far over for travellers in cold countries." Hermione explained. "But Harry, I've read igloos aren't cold inside."

"Well, mine certainly was. Am I allowed to continue?"

"Oh, right... sorry"

During the middle of the night, or was it morning. I don't know since the at least wasn't up. It was pitch-black outside and I heard someone call my name. Well, I had just managed to get some sleep so you can just imagine my mood. I went over to the small opening where I found what looked like an over-snowed beaver. As the thing, I didn't know then what it was, came closer I saw it was a person. I shouted back "Here I am!" The person turned to me and slowly made its way towards me.

It entered my little igloo and first then I saw who the person was. It was the same woman I had met the previous day. She told me she had been looking all over for me, and that I had forgotten my wallet at the hotel. I still can't understand how I managed to, I usually keep a close watch after my money, ever since that pest little prankster tried to steal it.

After that we travelled together, what must have been across the whole island. Iceland looks very small on a map, but walking it take ages and since the broom broke I had to walk, I had been forbidden to Apparate since I didn't know the area and the chance of being seen could be really high.

Together we came to a village, where we weren't treated that nicely. Indeed many of the villagers didn't even open their doors towards us. I didn't know the reason till later. I know now to choose a better companion.

We reached our destination, a small cliff on the eastern coast. The minister had told me that the secret thing I was about to retrieve would be in a small cottage. We found it, or rather to say she found it. Inside I found the package, wrapped in some filthy sheets. I didn't care, I just took it.

We went back to Reykjavik by train this time. We had a lot of nice conversations and she told me of the valley she lived in, she said it lied miles away in another country. I told her a bit of Hogwarts, which for all the years had been what I had to call home, thinking of everything we did for it.

Yet during the journey she began to look very pale, even paler then when I first had met her. She told me it was nothing, but I indeed began to worry. I tried to help her but even Elemental healing magic worked, which is strange since it usually always works. When we finally reached the capital she looked like a ghost. I took her to a magical hospital, through a barrier to the Scandinavian magical hospital Vix Mattsen's Hospital for Incurable Pests and Likely things. But even they had no idea of what had happened to her, they tried their best, but... she only became paler. Soon she stopped eating.

Her last day breathing came, she looked so pale she was almost transparent. A few hours later the healer taking care of her had told them she floated away, like some ghost. The Healer just laughed, but I heard, from a woman who had overheard us, who told us about Lady Winter.

Lady Winter was the lady of the snow, and she relied on it. She walked over the glaciers as the storms raged, but when spring came she always mysteriously disappeared. The lady's most amusing game was to befriend young men and then disappear leaving them like a question mark. The old woman told me I had been unlucky to meet her. She always brought bad luck.

That's when I understood why the people in that village hadn't opened their doors for us. They had seen her pale eyes believing her to be the Lady of Bad Luck. Sorrow but true.

Well, I did actually receive bad luck. The plane home almost crashed into the ocean, I had to use magic to keep it up. Also, arriving in London, I found out what the baggy package was. To my shock, what the minister had sent me for was his old forgotten toothpick. I couldn't understand it, I thought of throwing it away but I didn't. I gave it to him telling him never to do me such a thing ever again.

---End of Tale---

The inn applauded, Harry almost fell out of his chair, he didn't know so many had overheard him.

"Well, I think you should thank your them for listening" Cassandra said giggling. Harry sighed but stood up and bowed. After five minutes the applause drifted away and next person to tell his or her tale stood up to tell them.

End Notes:

Well, told you this would be a story, a short story over something that could have happened Harry, if he ever survived in the battle. Just a random idea, which I hope, you liked.

Shitza