A New Life

By: Mela Honey

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter but do own Shimo.


A storm was just starting to make itself noticed one summer night, promising rain and lighting and thunder. Lighting streaked across the sky shortly followed by thunder as a white haired, golden eyed woman faded into a small room in a small house in a quiet neighbor who where all peacefully sleeping in their beds, all unaware of the storm starting outside, excepted the one she stood in front of. The woman stood there watching the young boy in the bed before her toss and turn in his sleep. She watched as nightmares, no something worst then nightmares, plagued the young boy in his sleep.

She knew what he saw in his sleep, what he has gone though in live, what he has lost, and what little he got in returned for all his efforts. Death, lost, attention he never wanted, a reputation he never should have had, and for what? she wondered as she watched him. Nothing was the answer to that question. Another flash of lighting followed thunder and the woman gave a small smile as if the storm had just told her something funny.

The woman walked to stand next to the head of the bed where the boy "slept". She sat down and placed one white hand on an equally paled face of the young boy, gently stoking his check, calming him down a little.

"Midori," the woman called softly to the boy. "Midooooriiiiiiii," she called again brushing back some of the hair from the boy's face.

He jerked awake and looked wildly around. He then saw the woman and stared wide eye at her.

Now that he was awake, the woman got a better look at the boy in front of her. He had messy black hair and bright green eyes that made his new name fit him. Just like the woman had planed on.

"Who are you?" the green eyed boy asked still starting at her. She giggled a little as she brushed a stray strand of his face and then got up, pulling him out of bed at the same time. Another flash of lighting and a sound of thunder sounded and it started to rain.

"My name is Shimo, Midori. Now come, it is time to leave," the woman, Shimo, said.

"Where to?" the boy asked studying the woman in front of him now. He was not afraid of her and he wonder if he was suppose to be.

"Some where far away from here, some where you can leave everything behind. Would you like to go a place like that, Midori?"

"Yes, a place like that sounds…nice," the boy said softly as if going into a trance. 'Yes,' he thought, 'I want to leave everything behind and not have to worry about anything again.'

The storm made it's thoughts known by letting another flash of lighting bright up the sky and thunder rumble in approve.

"Then come young one, and let these nightmares you know plague you no more," Shimo said talking his hand in her own.

"Yes, I coming mother," said the boy who now forgotten what his life had given him, both the bad and little good it had had. Lighting flashed once more as the boy, once known as Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, now know as Midori, looked up at his new found mother, Shimo, and smiled as they faded from the number four house on Privet Drive never to return. And thunder rumbled as the storm went on, bidding the young boy and woman good-bye.


A/N: Review and tell me if I should turn this into a story or just leave as is. And here is what the names mean.

Midori-Green

Shimo-Frost