Chapter2: A new start, and explanations.
Harry was stunned, the ringing in his head rising in volume. He wasn't aware that he was hyperventilating until the stern looking old lady yelled something to the nurse angrily. The last thing he heard was, "Get that tube" before he passed out.
"You gave us a little scare, Harry," the same stern lady said as he woke, confusion written all over his face, "You're very lucky Amber was here for you, my darling, if she wasn't present the moment you had that little fit of yours...'' She trailed off, her eyes looking dreamy, reminding him of Luna.
A sudden loud screech captured both of their attentions, "Aunt Hellion," The nurse came in pouting and Harry had to admit she was a site, even though his eyes could only see half of her face. "Why didn't you tell me that we were out of Applejacks? You always eat the good food..." She whined, looking as though she was a child begging for candy.
"No, Amber, you eat up all the good food. Last I checked there were Fruit Rollups in the cabinet. Where are they?" She asked her niece. Amber shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly as if not caring where they were anyway.
"Anyway, Harry darling,'' Aunt Hellion continued, her lips twisting into a smile as she gazed into his emerald eyes. "That was… well, that was really... uhh... bloody hell, child, that dumb arse Voldemort thought his plan was really going to work…'' She babbled out making his eyes widen in response. He wasn't able to say anything though. It still stunned him that he got into a car crash and ended up here with two crazy witches.
Turning his head around slightly, he met blue eyes and he asked the question that was on his mind, "Where am I?"
The two women both shared smiles and Amber's eyes flickered with pride as she opened her mouth and began to explain, "Your in Potter manor, Harry. When you were in the car crash, my Aunt and I were alerted right away. My best friend, Brandy, happened to be in the nail parlor across the street from your accident, and she alerted us right away. She wasn't really sure if it was Harry Potter she was seeing being carried away on a stretcher. When we arrived at the scene and realized it was really you, we kinda kidnapped you." She said, with a mischievous grin
"What about the Dursley's" He asked, feeling suddenly sick as he watched Aunt Hellion and Amber exchanged uneasy looks.
"Your Aunt died right away, Harry," Aunt Hellion said softly, watching the emerald eye boy get stiff. "Your cousin, Dudley, and your Uncle Vernon were transported to the hospital where they both died within the hour."
"How did I survive?" He rasped out, tears coming down his cheeks. Even though the Dursley's hated him, they were still the only family he had.
"I'm very gifted in healing," Amber stepped in, a soft smile on her lips, "I didn't heal you completely, but after we explain some things to you, I'm going to."
"Yeah, there really needs to be some explaining done," Harry said tiredly, trying to stifle a yawn, "and one of those things is, who are you?"
Aunt Hellion chuckled, some of the tension in the room leaving, "Well, my full name is Hellion Rosa Potter. I am your father's Mother."
"And I'm Amber Lillian Feore, Aunt Hellions niece on her husbands side." Amber introduced, chuckling again, as she watched the emerald-eyed boy's face twist into many facial expressions, shock, confusion, relief, joy, and, finally, sadness.
Harry suddenly remembered when he first woke up, something about him being the half-blood prince. "When I first awoke, you said welcome half-blood prince?" He repeated questionably.
"You are the half-blood prince, the prince of all darkness, and of the light." Amber said with a grin.
"You are the heir of Gryffindor and Slytherin, that's were the Prince of Darkness and Light come into the picture. We really don't know yet if you're the heir of Ravenclaw, or Hufflepuff, but we're sure you're the heir of Gryffindor and Slytherin." Hellion stepped in, pride in her voice as she spoke.
Harry shook his head, clearly confused. He thought that there was only one heir of Slytherin, and that was Voldemort. The heir of Gryffindor part really didn't come as a shock to him. He still remembered his second year when he pulled the sword of Gryffindor from the sorting hat. Professor Dumbledore did mention it took a true Gryffindor to pull that out of the hat.
"I can understand myself being the heir of Gryffindor, but Slytherin? I thought Tom Riddle played that role." He said with distaste, not really liking the idea of being the heir of Slytherin.
"He isn't the heir of Salazar Slytherin, but he is the heir of an evil person named Voldemort. Voldemort lived thousands of years ago, and when magic was first known on Earth, he decided that whoever was a witch or a wizard, should be treated as royalty, like himself. He and Merlin were best friends at one point in time, until Voldemort decided that there was no need for muggles, and decided to kill them off one by one. Merlin thought it was cruel and fought against his ex-best friend, until at the final battle, Voldemort was banished from the face of the Earth by Merlin." Amber explained.
That was the first battle, the one that earned Merlin his fame and respect around the world, from both muggle and Wizard kind. Tom Riddle was born thousands of years later, and became the heir of Voldemort, who lied to Tom and told him he was Salazar Slytherin. Mr. Riddle believed him and went on to fight for Voldemort's beliefs, for hating muggleborn's. While everyone thought Salazar Slytherin was bad, it was really Voldemort's doing, and he basically framed Salazar. Later on, Tom Riddle always dreamed about a man named Voldemort who was powerful, and so he stole the name Voldemort, and that's how this whole façade came into being." Amber was out of breath as she finished her story, her face flushed.
Harry was numb, somehow this story seemed to spark more fear in his heart just thinking about two Voldemorts'. Sighing, he fought back a yawn, "Can I please get some rest now?" He asked tiredly.
"Yes, Harry dear," Aunt Hellion said softly, vaguely reminding him of Molly Weasley, "I'm going to have Amber try to heal you while you're sleep so when you wake up refreshed we can start you training."
"Training? "
"Yes, Training, Harry," Amber said excitedly, "You're going to inherit major powers on you sixteenth birthday. We want to train you, so that when you come into your inheritance, you will already know how to control your powers."
"Okay," He agreed grumpily, before closing his eyes and letting peaceful sleep claim him.
When he woke up, he immediately noticed he felt better than he had ever felt in his whole life. He stretched out his muscles and crooked his head from side to side, earning a crack from his bones.
"Wow," He whispered amazed, before turning to the unfamiliar room. It was twice the size of his dorm. He had golden and red walls, the Gryffindor colors. There was a large mirror across the room, taking up the middle of the wall. What amazed Harry the most was the enchanted ceiling. He guessed it was enchanted to look like the sky at night. There were stars zooming around, and the planets circling in the middle of the stars. Throwing his head back on the comfortable silk bed, he gave a sigh, and enjoyed the feeling of luxury for the rest of the night.
Twenty minutes later, yelling woke him up. He felt like to strangling whoever had woke him up this early.
"Li'l Griffin!" Amber yelled, walking into his room, "We have training to do, and it's 6 o'clock in the morning, you better get up and get changed. You have some clothes right over there," She motioned to a couch that was on the right side of the room, "Sweatpants and a white T-shirt. Oh yeah, some boxers, I didn't know which you preferred." She giggled, watching as Harry blushed and nodded.
"Uhh, I got to, err, change," He stuttered, fidgeting awkwardly. The giggling girl walked out the room, Harry could still hear her giggles from down the hallway, and sighed.
When he finally got dressed, he headed out of the room and immediately noticed the way Potter Manor was designed. It was the exact same design as Black Manor, but a little but bigger. He knew where he was going, so he followed the stairs down into what he knew was the kitchen. There, he found Aunt Hellion and Amber sitting down at a huge round table sipping tea.
"Good morning, Harry dear," Aunt Hellion greeted with a smile that Harry offered back, "Did you have a nice sleep?"
"Yeah," He answered truthfully, "Why does this Manor look just like Number twelve, Grimmauld Place?"
The two women shared secretive smiles, but it was Amber who answered, "Aunt Hellion is very gifted in transfiguration. She thought maybe you'd be more comfortable in a place you recognized, and that's when Grimmauld Place came to mind. Aunt Hellion remembers visiting that place years ago when young Sirius Black ran away."
The young Gryffindor nodded and cast his eyes down as he remembered the death of his godfather. Did they not know? "When was the last time you spoke to Sirius?" He asked numbly, refusing to let anymore tears fall.
"It was four months ago, Harry," The old lady said, her voice holding confusion, as to why he was so sad. "I know he is innocent, and he told me how you and your friends saved him from dementors, that were so brave. Young Sirius has always been like my second son. He and James even did a bond on each other, saying that they were officially brothers." She mused.
"Sirius is dead," He whispered, as tears started to flow down his face, "He died because of me, and it's all my fault."
The two women watched Harry put his head and his hands, and start crying, "He-He's dead?" Hellion asked in disbelief, tears starting to flow down her cheeks, along with Ambers. "I-I can't believe it, I just had a-a chat with-with him," She stuttered.
"I'm so sorry Harry," She apologized, getting out of her chair, to stand behind him and pat him on the shoulders, "It's not your fault, honey. I don't know how he died, but I know one thing for sure, it's not your fault. I bet it had something to do with Voldemort." She hissed his name.
"If it did have something to do with Voldemort," Amber said determinedly, "Then we'd really have to train you to kick his arse. There'd be no messing around this summer, because Voldemorts going down."
Harry nodded at her words, not trusting himself to speak. As he let himself be comforted, he felt loved for the first time in a while, and he smiled.
...End of chapter 2...
I have finally decided to continue this story! Sorry for the long delay, but I wasn't going to start updating until I got done with E.O.D., but I said what the heck, and started to write a second chapter of this one. Do you love it? Hate it? Please review and tell me.