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Harry had woken up, but his eyes were shut. His body ached all over. But he felt something soft underneath him, a bed.
The bed at the Dursley's was never this comfortable, he thought. That was when he heard a sweet voice say:
"Harry, time to wake up."
Harry forced his eyes open and saw one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. She looked to be about in her twenties, although, in reality, she was about one hundred. . . but Harry did not know this. She had very kind-looking grey eyes.
Her most noticeable feature, however, was her ears, for they were pointed.
"Where am I? A-and, who are you?" Harry was able to croak out.
She smiled down at him and replied, "My name is Lady Ona, and you are resting in my father's castle."
"B-b-but," said Harry "where is here? And how did I get here?"
Again she smiled. "Here would be Pyrexia, home to the Elves. As for how you got here, it was the Wise Elves that brought you."
"You have got to be kidding me," said Harry finding his voice.
"Am I dead?" he add as an after thought.
"No," she replied firmly. "Thankfully, they got you out in time, and your Phoenix was able to save you."
"My Phoenix?" he asked, perplexed. Just as he muttered the word "Phoenix", a beautiful elegant white bird with black eyes flew in to the room.
"Hello Harry" the Phoenix said.
Harry jumped back. "Did it just talk?" he asked, sounding more confused then he had just a few seconds ago.
"Ah," said Ona. "I was expecting this."
"Expecting what?" said Harry.
"Do you not recognize this phoenix?"
"No I do not know this..." but he stopped mid sentence, looking deep into the phoenix's eyes. "Hedwig?" he whispered softly.
The Phoenix let out a song and replied, "Yes, Harry, it's me. Can you believe it?"
"How?" asked Harry to Ona.
"Well," said Ona, "when she could not get to you, she found us. How, I do not know, but never the less, she did. And then, when one of the Wise Elves said that you where about to die, she just burst into flames. The next thing we knew, she had transformed into a Phoenix and, with a flap of her wings, and she was gone."
"But how can she talk to me? Do you hear her?" asked Harry.
"No. I do not hear her unless she wants me to. She has a special bond with you Harry; she cares for you a lot. This is why we believe she turned in to
a Phoenix, because then she could help you. As for how she talks to you, it's a type of telepathy."
Harry stared at Hedwig for a while then he turned to Ona. "So, why am I here? I mean no offense but I didn't even know Elves existed until today."
She smiled. "Harry let me tell you a story that dates back to the time of Merlin..."
"So the prophecy is true, it's me after all," he said sadly. "But how can it be, I mean, I couldn't even stop my Uncle, Ona.?"
"You could not stop your Uncle because you are not trained, that is why you are here. My people made an agreement with Merlin and Godric. The next true heir, we would train properly. You are the true heir, Harry. My people will train you over the next few months."
"What?" said Harry. "I have school. If I don't go back, they all might think I'm dead."
"Well, good thing seven months here is the equivalent to one month your time. You will be back in the first week of August, I assure you."
Harry laid his head back against the pillow.
"I will stay," he said. "After all, it's my duty and, well, what else do I have?"
She gave him a sad smile. "Good. Your training with me will start tomorrow."
"YOU?"
"Hey, I may be one-hundred years old, but I am tougher than I look, young man. Now get some rest, we have a lot to do tomorrow?"
With that, she left the room.
Harry started stroking Hedwig's feathers. "Well girl," he said, "I wonder what I have gotten myself into now . . . did she say hundred?"
Hedwig only let out a few notes of song which led Harry back in to a restful sleep.
Remus sat in his cottage. His once-brilliant brown hair was now streaked with gray. His eyes looked sadly through his window and out into the ocean.
Hermione slipped in the door.
"Hermione," said Remus in a friendly voice, "how are you"
She sat next to him on the couch, laying her head on his shoulder as she had been doing since they had found out that Hermione was Sirius' daughter.
A tear rolled down her check. "I miss him, Remus."
"Me too," he replied, looking down at the goddaughter he'd never have the right to have because of his status as a werewolf.
He laid his head back as Hermione silently reminisced as to how all of this had come about.
About two weeks ago, when Hermione arrived home from Hogwarts, she found out that her parents had another child. She had a brother.
She had asked when this had happened, why they never wrote to her to tell her the news.
They finally sat her down, and told her that they had found the baby on the doorstep and that she, herself, had been adopted and that her biological parents, Sirius and Zizi Potter (they, as far as any one knew, were never married) were her brother's biological parents as well, it had been left in a note.
Hermione did not even have time to process this before Death Eaters attacked her house. Her parents had told her to take Chris and run.
She did not want to, she wanted to stay and fight.
But she saw the fear in her 5 month old brother's eyes, so she kissed her parents and ran with her brother clutched protectively in one arm, and her wand in the other. She ran and ran and ran, and never looked back.
Remus knew that the house had been destroyed, and the Grangers killed.
He remembered getting the call from Mr. Weasley and the cries of Hermione.
They had to give her several potions before she was calm enough to tell them the whole story.
When he had heard that Sirius was her father. . .not only that, but that Zizi was her mother, his first thought was "SHIT James is gonna kill Sirius."
But his next thought was, "How in the world is Zizi alive?"
It didn't matter. Right now, Hermione and Chris was all he had left and he didn't care about much else.
All of his old friends were gone . . . Harry was gone. All he wanted to do was cry, but, for the sake of seeming strong, he could not.
He could not live with Hermione but he knew that if he could, he would be the best goddamn godfather to her and Chris. He just prayed with all of his heart and soul that they would find Harry not only for his own sake, but for Hermione's as well.
He knew that Hermione was going though a lot, he also knew that she was trying to figure out if her biological mother was still alive, and why she gave both of her children away.
He let out a sigh just as the doorbell rang.
"Hold on!" he shouted, wondering who it could be that late at night. Wand in hand (just in case) he went to the door and opened it.
Standing in front of him was one person he thought had left him forever.
The one person he had loved with all of his heart, the one person his heart beat for.
The one, the only, Ara Black.
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