Cap Nº 2: …Comes True.
Harry woke up the next morning after the most restful sleep he had had in all the summer since Sirius' death. That dream last night, instead of burdening him with the lost of his parents added to Sirius' he felt a spark of hope newly born in his heart and soul.
For de next twonights de dream repeated itself. Three nights he dreamed the same till it was his birthday. That night he was, as always, looking at "his" star, watching, as usual, every of its movements and twinkles. He regularly looked at his alarm clock on his side bed watching as the hour passed slowly every time nearer to midnight and to his birthday. When the alarm clock signaled midnight a sphere of light appeared in the middle of his room making him turn away of the window and watch it in awe. In a flash of light the sphere, for lack of better words, exploded (though there wasn't sound o damage) and the light flooded the room and the next second it had vanished. The one who was left after the light petrified Harry on the spot.
It can't be, he told himself. It just can't be… No. Or yes…?
But the man in front of him took him out of his thoughts. Inno timethe man was in front of him, and in less than a second he had grabbed his left arm strongly. But really there wasn't a way Harry would get out of his shock in the near future. A second later they apparated away. It hurt like hell. Even if it was for a fraction of a second his skin felt as if he had been thrown in fire naked. He thought if he really wanted to learn apparition.
They appeared in a beach. But Harry really didn't care about his surrounding. What really mattered to him was the man in front of him. Aman he never thought he would be able to se again, a man he thought dead.But again the man stopped his train of thoughts as he hugged him fiercely hurting his already pained body. When he was released from the hug he fell to his knees in pain, panting slightly. But he quickly recovered enough to look up at the man still gaping, while the man smiled sheepishly at him and kneeled down in front of him. This time it was Harry's turn to hug the other as if there was no tomorrow. While in the embrace, Harry finally found his voice, but only enough for whispering one word: 'Dad'
'My Boy,' answered the man in the same low voice as he tightened he embrace.
They stayed that way for a little less tahna minute, beforethey stood up, bothsmiling. But Harry was still having problems believing that this was true. But his dream… It really didn't mattered while he had some time with his father at least, and maybe also his mother.
When he was standing James whistled so loudly Harry had to cover his ears. The sharp note ended a few seconds after, though. They stayed there, standing, waiting in silence for whatever was supposed to answer to the call. A minute passed till Harry was able to hear a distant gallop. Another minute and Harry was surprised to no end. Standing in front of him was a huge black and golden unicorn. It was a magnificent black creature with golden tail, mane and horn, making it seem even more powerful that any other unicorn. His father just smiled and jumped over the stallion with the ease and grace only practice and time could give. Harry mounted with his father's help with much less grace. At one slight sign of James the magic horse started gallopping getting into the forest it had come from and into the land.
They rode an hour or so until they reached a huge castle…
The castle of my dreams, Harry thought amazed. And who wouldn't be. The castle was incredible. It was like a smaller version of Hogwarts. It was exactly the same, as magnificent, as powerful, as beautiful, as amazing, just three stories lower.
They stopped in front of the front steps and dismounted. They walked in, but Harry didn't have time for seeing a thing before a pair of arms enveloped him in an embrace only letting him see dark red hair.
'My Boy, my little boy, please forgive us. We are so sorry. Oh, my boy', the woman hugging him said without releasing him.
Something like a minute later James separated them not being able to say a thing because of his laughter.
Harry stared at his mother smiling widely, emerald eyes sparkling madly. The exact same look was returned to him, with the same emerald glittering eyes, coming from the person he had inherited them from.
'Now, come on,' said his father finally, after controlling his laughter. Putting an arm around his wife's waist and the other around his son's shoulders, he directed them though some corridors and into a small sitting room decorated in Gryffindor colours. 'Harry,' he started after they had al settled down on a big couch in front of the fire, him at his left and his mother at his right, looking at him intently.
'Do you know where you are?' he asked. Harry just shook his head in answer. 'This is the Potter castle. Or should we say the Gryffindor's castle,' he said beaming, receiving a shocked look from Harry. 'It seems that you don't know much,' he continued with a serious tone now. 'Let me explain you. The Potter family, or the Gryffindor family ('cause they are the same) has a much more ancient past that only to the founders time. They are the same since Godric's son, as he changed his surname for security. But that is just too resent. We come from an elven family, and I'm not talking about house elves but about high elves,' he added with an amused smirk. 'Now, we are in the only land in earth that is at the same time part of the Elven Realm. That means that there's no way for any wizard or Muggle to get in here. That also means that a day on earth are six days here. Now, you may be asking yourself why didn't we hide here when we needed to. Well, we also wanted to be able to know about our friends, to help, and I suppose you know about not being able to leave your friends,' he said smiling at him softly. 'Next, why are we here. This may be a bit annoying to you but well… it's another prophecy the cause of this,' this obviously received a grown as an answer. He liked the fact that his parents were with him (if he wasn't dreaming), but another prophecy talking about him wasn't much of an illusion.
'Listen. I know this seems strange and out of place. That is impossible for dead to come back to life, but please believe us,' he continued his expression full with sorrow and looking away. 'The pasteighteen days ('cause that's the time that has passed here since we arrived) we've been searching on everything that has been going on, at least in a general way. We don't know about you, and that's what hurts the most,' he said as he looked deep into harry's eyes. 'We'd like to know about your life, and about yourself. We really don't know a thing. Harry please tell us,' he ended in a pleading tone looking intently at his son.
Harry lowered his head. He didn't have a nice past. They really wanted to know about it, but he knew they wouldn't like it. He didn't. He detested it. All the suffering he had gone through in his past. But if it was true, if his parents were alive and in front of him, they deserved to know. It didn't mattered how bad it was.
'Well, it isn't a happy fairy tail. You, know, after you… died… Dumbledore left me with the Dursleys,' he started but was interrupted by his father.
'The Dursleys! That's where you where! What was Dumbledore thinking! And why didn't you go with Sirius!' he shouted outraged.
'Dad, calm down,' he said in a calming tone. 'Thought you knew, as you got there. I'll tell you about Sirius after. But well, what's done is done and we can't change the past. And the past… As I told you I went to live with the Dursleys. But not a pleasant life. I…' he stopped and took a deep breath, searching for the proper words and for his bravery. 'I was treated like a slave from the first day I can remember' he finally said, looking down at the floor, pain rising in him as the memories of his childhood came back. And he told them everything. He told them how, from the first day, he was punished just for existing. How he had, since he could walk, to do all the chores in the house. Every punishment worst than the other. He told them they never told him he was a wizard, that he had to sleep in the cupboard under the stairs, that he wasn't aloud to know about his family. That he was taught by fists against his body and the wall coming near to his back at an amazing speed. That he also was taught by starving and sleepless nights. That he was taught not to cry because it meant more chores and punishment. And while he said all this, tears poured out of his eyes as he told these two people he loved so much about his miserable life with the Dursleys.
Then it came his first year at Hogwarts and the summer before it. He told them every detail he could remember. All he felt and went through in his first year in Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. A sad smile appeared on his face as he told them about his first broom ride and about his first adventure with his father's invisibility cloak.
The his second year. It took him quite an effort to tell his parents that he was parseltoung, but they really didn't care. He told them everything about the chamber, the attacks, people thinking it was him (which outraged his father to no end), and Ginny's rescue.
When he told them about his third year it wasn't only his father, but his mother was also fuming after he told them what had happened to Sirius. They both relaxed notoriously when he told them Sirius had escaped and had been freed of the Dementor's kiss. But this relief lasted little as they noticed Harry sighing sorrowfully at the end of this part of the tail.
As he told them about his fourth year his mother was terribly scared as he narrated the three tasks of the triwizard tournament. When he reached the third task tears started rolling again down his cheeks as he remembered all the pain within does memories. By now his mother was hugging him tightly against her chest and his father was stroking his back soothing his pain.
When he started his fifth year he could barely talk between his sobs as the pain overwhelmed him as he remembered every moment of the past year. When he told them about the ministry incident his mother was openly crying with him, pressing him against her chest, and his father was hugging them both from his back. Harry could feel as a couple of tears fall on the back of his neck, telling him his father was also silently crying his best friend's departure.
Half an hour or so later Harry fall asleep in his mother's arms. James took him in his arms and a scared expression appeared on his face, which gladly his wife didn't noticed. The boy was so light for a sixteen year old. Now that he noticed, he seemed a thirteen year old a the most.
He walked slowly though the corridors and up some sets of staircases, until they got to the corridor of the principal dormitories. He walked to the end of the corridor, where three doors awaited, two at each sides and one in front of him. He chose the one at his right and opened it. The room was decorated in royal blue, gold and Gryffindor red. It was an enormous rectangular bedroom with a king side larch bed in front of the door, ten feet away. The curtains around the bed were ten feet tall of an elegant royal blue outlined with gold and the covers were red outlined with gold too. The posts were like swirls of water raising to heaven, lgold threads inlayed in the wood. To the right was a sitting place, with three red and gold couches around a low center table beautifully crafted in larch, with paw-like legs and intrincating runes carved and lined in gold, all in front of a roaring fire. To the left were six feet of room and the a wall covered with fifteen feet tall shelves full of books. The shelves were also of larch and had swirls and circles and spirals carved and lined in gold. Behind the sitting place and some feet away of the bed were a couple of larch doors, with gold handles. Finally, to the far right was a single peace desk again of larch with runes, swirls and paw-like legs. It had many rolls of unused parchment and bottles of ink plus a nice collection of beautiful feather quills, a phoenix feather outstanding petween the rest. A beautiful gold three candle candelabra stood on the small shelf on the desk. Between the book shelves and the bed was a beautiful door-window of larch as the rest of the room, leading to an elegant and large balcony. A water-crystal drop lamp with ten candles hanged from the ceiling, above the space between the bed and the door, another above the sitting place.
He walked to the bed and with a wave of his hand the covers moved away. He lied Harry on the bed and kissed him softly on the forehead, as he used to do when he was baby.