Title: Prince of the Light
Author: Mysterious Phantom Shyraz
Disclaimer: Works of Harry Potter and related characters belong to J.K.Rowling and Warner Bros. Nor do I own any of the mythology present. I just own the plot and maybe some other characters and realms.
First Night-Dreaming
"You're not who you said you are" said one of the voice.
"You're not human at all" another voice complemented.
The light of day did not penetrate the darkness. Harry knew that daytime has come but nothing, no sunshine. The only thing here was the pitch black void and the sound of voices emanating and echoing in this ever empty room.
"You don't belong in this world, you're a cursed one. One that has no place, no friends and would only bring destruction to the world."
"You're not suppose to be here." The echo called out
"You've killed me." This time, it was a voice that was recognised by Harry, one that he was familiar with but could not put a finger on it. A voice that was suppose to be tinged with laughter and not sadness, a voice of happiness. But the voice seemed to be lost.
'This male voice, who is it? I should know. All these voices, it seemed as though I've heard it all before. Who are you? Where are you? What do you mean?'
At that instant, Harry began to fall. Falling into the pitch black void.
*****
Jerking awake, Harry opened his eyes. There were no walls in the room. Large glass paned windows surrounded the area, the curtain surrounding the windows fluttered as the soft wind blew into the room. It was as though he was living on a balcony on top of a tower. The bed was covered in green sheets with a white veil hanging over the bed to keep the insects away. Not that there were any in this realm. The full moon was glowing a pale blue colour and all the vegetation, including the grass, trees and flowers, were tinged with the colour of the moon. The night seemed as though it was peaceful. As if nothing had happened, but in fact, conflict, war and the reign of terror has just begun.
'It's only been three days' Harry thought
A/N: This is only a taster of what is to come. Please review. Now for a bit of preview.
It carried a pale-to-almost-white blue envelope with its beak. On the envelope, written in golden letters, it read: To Master Harry Potter
Harry thought of the respectable headmaster wearing a Hawaiian shirt with matching shorts, sitting on a beach, on a sunny afternoon with a pair of sunglasses on instead of the trademark half-moon spectacles and a cup of cocktail.
"Good morning Master Harry. Welcome back."
"My name is Sena. This is the realm of Ragnarak."
"Wait a minute, Professor Dumbledore is a sage?" Harry interjected
"Really James, I think it is time for Harry to take some rest now. It has been a really long day" Lily gestured.
"I'm going to wake up soon am I?" Harry asked.
"If this is a dream, then please, enjoy it while it last. Do not think of all the unhappy things in reality. Let me be your guide. It was my life's duty to serve you and I will not let you be unhappy again."
Author: Mysterious Phantom Shyraz
Disclaimer: Works of Harry Potter and related characters belong to J.K.Rowling and Warner Bros. Nor do I own any of the mythology present. I just own the plot and maybe some other characters and realms.
First Night-Dreaming
"You're not who you said you are" said one of the voice.
"You're not human at all" another voice complemented.
The light of day did not penetrate the darkness. Harry knew that daytime has come but nothing, no sunshine. The only thing here was the pitch black void and the sound of voices emanating and echoing in this ever empty room.
"You don't belong in this world, you're a cursed one. One that has no place, no friends and would only bring destruction to the world."
"You're not suppose to be here." The echo called out
"You've killed me." This time, it was a voice that was recognised by Harry, one that he was familiar with but could not put a finger on it. A voice that was suppose to be tinged with laughter and not sadness, a voice of happiness. But the voice seemed to be lost.
'This male voice, who is it? I should know. All these voices, it seemed as though I've heard it all before. Who are you? Where are you? What do you mean?'
At that instant, Harry began to fall. Falling into the pitch black void.
*****
Jerking awake, Harry opened his eyes. There were no walls in the room. Large glass paned windows surrounded the area, the curtain surrounding the windows fluttered as the soft wind blew into the room. It was as though he was living on a balcony on top of a tower. The bed was covered in green sheets with a white veil hanging over the bed to keep the insects away. Not that there were any in this realm. The full moon was glowing a pale blue colour and all the vegetation, including the grass, trees and flowers, were tinged with the colour of the moon. The night seemed as though it was peaceful. As if nothing had happened, but in fact, conflict, war and the reign of terror has just begun.
'It's only been three days' Harry thought
A/N: This is only a taster of what is to come. Please review. Now for a bit of preview.
It carried a pale-to-almost-white blue envelope with its beak. On the envelope, written in golden letters, it read: To Master Harry Potter
Harry thought of the respectable headmaster wearing a Hawaiian shirt with matching shorts, sitting on a beach, on a sunny afternoon with a pair of sunglasses on instead of the trademark half-moon spectacles and a cup of cocktail.
"Good morning Master Harry. Welcome back."
"My name is Sena. This is the realm of Ragnarak."
"Wait a minute, Professor Dumbledore is a sage?" Harry interjected
"Really James, I think it is time for Harry to take some rest now. It has been a really long day" Lily gestured.
"I'm going to wake up soon am I?" Harry asked.
"If this is a dream, then please, enjoy it while it last. Do not think of all the unhappy things in reality. Let me be your guide. It was my life's duty to serve you and I will not let you be unhappy again."