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 Sena and the realm of Ragnarak. Also some other stuff later on.
Second Night-Three Days Ago
Its 00:00AM of July Thirty-First the day when Harry Potter turns seventeen. He had fallen asleep early on that night, only to be woken up by his dream. A dream where he pushed Sirius through the wall of impending doom, where Sirius disappeared from the whole world entirely. Harry dreamed of the day of the Third task of the tournament, when Cedric had died in his arms after a shot of green light. He dreamed of the early days of his childhood with the Dursley's, in the playground surrounded by the friends of Dudley. Only one more year then he would be able to live outside of the grasp of the Dursley's. Harry Potter sat at his desk, staring out at the window, looking at the full moon. It seemed as though the moon is especially bright today. It was then when he noticed that some 'things' were flying his way. He opened his window for a better look, only to find that these were not mere 'things' but owls.
The first to arrive was Harry's own snowy owl Hedwig, bearing a letter from one of his friends. But it seemed that the package was larger than Harry had expected it to be. He untied the letter and the package to relieve Hedwig from the stress. Hedwig quickly flew to her cage, after give her master a passionate nip on the hands, then a drink of water. The next that came it was a barn owl.
'Probably one of the school owls' Harry thought to himself as he quickly untied the strings of the envelope and the owl took off into the night sky.
The third owl crashed into the room, surprisingly did not wake up the Dursley from their sleep.
'Errol' Harry thought, he shook his head as he stood from his chair and was about to take the ruffled owl off the floor and onto his bed when a forth owl came crashing into him. It was Pigwidgeon, Ron's personal owl, carrying a box of some sort. Harry untied the letters and packages off the owls, settled Errol on hi bed and Pig flew into Hedwig's cage, much to her disgust, another bird fluttered into the scene. It was not an owl, Harry knew for sure. It had some resemblance of a sparrow but was pale green in colour. The feathers seemed to shine and glow, the moonlight made the bird seems as though it was ethereal. 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
'Master?' Harry asked himself, surely it must be a typing mistake, first he was a wizard after eleven years of living as plain old Harry, then he was chased after by a sadistic Dark Lord who wants revenge for his years of suffering as a ghost, next came an innocent escaped convict from the wizarding prison Azkaban who was his godfather, then it was reviving of the aforementioned Dark Lord, not so long ago he just lost his so-called father figure, even though he seemed more like a friend. Now he is a 'Master', this must be a mistake. So Harry decided that this letter could wait. He'd open the others first.
The letter that Hedwig was carrying was from Hermione.
Dear Harry, HAPPY BIRTHDAY. I hope that the Dursley's have been treating you humanely. But if they didn't, you know better than to bear it yourself. You better tell us, or better yet, tell the Order.
At that point, Harry stopped reading the letter for a while. He never knew that Hermoine could be so observant. For the past few years, he had been treated with disgust, like a mere servant by the Dursley's but he didn't tell anyone. This year, it had all been better as Uncle Vernon seemed to be frightened by the fact that the rest of the Order would come down on him if Harry had even a tiny paper cut on his finger. Uncle Vernon had been exceptionally careful in letting the boy to his own device. Harry thought back to the first day back from Hogwarts, the whole household just pretended Harry didn't exist or was invisible. He laughed remembering the sight and carried on reading the letter.
You know better than to dwell on the things that happened in the Department of Mysteries. Nothing is your fault, you must remember that. It just happened that way, you must stop blaming yourself. We all choose to follow you in. Let's just forget it. It's your birthday after all. It was so good of Hedwig to come flying to me. I was wondering how I'm going to send you the present I got for you from one of the stores in Finland, which I went for the first two weeks of the holiday because there was a conference for dentist there. Why they choose Finland of all places was something I couldn't figure out. But it was great fun, though I wasn't able to send anyone mail during that time. I should probably get an owl. But I found that in Finland, they had wizarding towns as well. It was such a great sight, the towns were different from ones we see back here. The houses were old with a touch of technology. The people were nice and friendly.
This present, I found when I was walking on the streets, it is said to be a cup from the halls of Valhalla. Though I don't know that for sure. I heard that Ron was trying to arrange you to stay with him for the remainder of the holiday. If you could make it, I'll see you at Ron's in a weeks time. If not, maybe we can meet up in Daigon Alley. With Love, Hermoine.
Harry looked at the package that came with Hedwig. It was nicely wrapped with plastic cellophane for weather protection, underneath was a purple wrapping paper neatly surrounding the present. Harry slowly unravelled the package and found, through the densely packed stuffing of tissue paper and bubble paper, a pewter cup with golden ancient runic symbols written at the base of the cup. The cup itself was like a simple wine glass, with a round circle near the rim of the cup.
Putting the cup aside, Harry looked at the second letter brought in by the school owl. It was a list of books to buy and the white ticket embossed with silver to the platform 9¾. He was about to put it away when he found that there was a parchment within the envelope of the school letter. It was written in scruffy writing.
'No doubt its from Hagrid'
Deer Harree, Me and my brothr wanted to wish you a happee birthdayy. Wee have been exploreing the forest as best as we could although Professer Dumbledor called me away fur a cuple of times. Sorree that I could not send you a gift thru the mail, but I will give it to you when you come back to Hogwarts. Hagrid
[Authors translation: Dear Harry, Me and my brother wanted to wish you a happy birthday. We have been exploring the forest as best as we could although Professor Dumbledore called me away for a couple of times. Sorry that I couldn't send you a gift through the mail, but I will give it to you when you come back to Hogwarts. Hagrid]
Harry read the piece of parchment again. 'He must be really busy' Harry thought, 'or he wouldn't use the school owl'. He put the note aside, stacking it with Hermoine's letter and took the third letter carried by Pig.
Harry mate, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Wish you had fun on your birthday.
At this point, Harry thought 'I wish'
My mum's trying to get Dumbledore to agree to let you come stay with us, but it seems Dumbledore is out of reach at the moment. I must say, he sometimes seemed to be everywhere at once, the next he seemed to have disappeared to the ends of the Earth. Maybe he is on a holiday after all.
All of a sudden, 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. Harry shook his head, 'It wouldn't be like that'
Hermoine's staying with us for the last three weeks of the holiday, we're planning on going to Diagon Alley on Twenty-Sixth of August, if you're not allowed to come and stay, I guess we'd just have to meet there instead.
Did you know that the Chudley Cannons are playing in the new United League? I heard that the wizards in the US finally let the teams here play in their league. Hope they win.
The letter continued much along the lines of Quidditch, but why after so long did the wizards in US finally let the teams in UK play in the United League, Harry had no idea. As much as Harry liked Quidditch, he just don't have as much passion as did his best friend Ron. After several paragraphs of repeating the fact that the Chudley Cannons are playing in the United League, the letter came to a close.
Well, I heard from Hermoine that she went away for her holiday and that she got you her present there. Me, my parents had forbade me to go out, so I had to order it out of a mail catalogue. It was sent to me a few days ago, I would have to redirect it to you but I had to check the product first, you can't rely on mail catalogue ordering, you never know what those people would give you.
Hope you like it mate! It actually took some time to figure out what is best out of the lot!
Your best pal, Ron.
Harry studied the box for some time. Surely there were patches where there used to be water, probably from the rain as it had been raining for a few days. The rain finally stopped this morning. Harry opened the box carefully, not because of the wrapping, but because it seemed the box would dissolve any minute and he didn't want to clean up too much of the mess. To Harry's surprise, it was a book titled 'Qidditch Matches from then till now' He didn't know what it was, he turned to the first page and saw a large list of number with the teams playing against each other arranged in a timeline fashion. He flipped through to the other pages, it seems that it only shows figures, when he finally thought it was nothing more than a timeline, he took up his wand, tapped on one of the date and suddenly, a hologram was projected out. A Quidditch match played itself, with miniature players flying around. He closed the book and slipped Ron's letter into the book as well.
The next letter Harry picked was delivered by Errol. There were in total of two letters and a box. The first was from Mrs Weasley wishing Harry a happy birthday and the box was filled with cakes, muffins and chocolates made by Mrs Weasley herself. The other letter was from an unexpected correspondent.
Dear Harry, I wish you a Happy Birthday. Though we haven't talked all that much, but I was actually really grateful that you saved me from the clutches of the chamber. It has been quite a few years, and I had intended to send this to you on your birthday right after the incident. But.I.I. Well, in any case, I hope you like it.
Love, Ginny.
From inside the envelope was a silver chain with a pendent in the shape of the cross formed by two lightning bolts, where one of the bolts was in gold, the other was in silver. Harry took the chain the held it against the moon. But his gaze adverted to the pale green bird sitting on the window sill, still with the pale blue envelope held in his beak. Harry thought he couldn't let it off any longer and finally took the letter off the little bird so that the bird could rest. But it didn't fly away. It just stood there, awaiting for Harry's instruction. Finally, Harry took sympathy in the little bird and cupped the bird in his hands, took it to where Hedwig's cage is and settled the little bird with the two owls. Hedwig didn't seem to mind the intrusion of the little bird, she looked at the pale green bird then shuffled to make space for it. But it was different with Pig, he gave one glance then he shot out of the cage and headed towards Errol, gave the old battered owl a few pecks and both of them took flight into the night sky.
Harry looked at the letter carefully, taking into the account that the words were engraved into the envelope and that the envelope was relatively thin.
'Surely it can't be Dumbledore, he's on holiday' he thought to himself. Again, the image of the headmaster on the beach crept up to him. He turned the letter over hoping to see a return address even though he knew wizards don't have the habit to put a return address. He found that instead of an address, there was a seal of silver wax with a symbol of a tree. Breaking the envelope ever so slowly and cautiously, he took out the piece of paper. It was simple and short.
Dear Master Harry, You will learn of the truth in a few moments.
Before Harry was able to finish reading the piece of paper, his whole room seemed to have whirled as though the house was in a hurricane. Harry shut his eyes to block out the nauseating feelings building up.
The bright sunshine nearly blinded Harry's eyes the minute he tried to open them. He could feel that he was still in his room, but something was different in the air. It was as though he was no longer in Surrey. He looked at his surrounding, his room was still in order and everything that belonged to him, his trunk, the things under the loose floorboard, Hedwig and even the pale green bird were here. Yet when he looked out of his window, he found a different scenery waiting for him. Outside his window were fresh trees that ranges from a pale light green to a dark royal green in colour. There were white balconies up on some of the trees and little brown huts at the roots of the trees, flowers grew and birds sung their song. It was as if this place was all imaginary, that it doesn't exist, but it does. And it is in front of Harry's unbelieving eyes. He snapped out of his reverie and found the delivery bird was flying in front of him, as if wanting him to follow. So deciding it was the best course of action, he followed the little bird out of his room door. The moment he stepped out of the door, his room disappeared.
"Good morning Master Harry. Welcome back." A young male voice called to him. The pale green bird stood on the shoulder of the owner of the voice. He was tall, with burgundy red hair covering over one of his eyes. He wore a white sleeveless turtle neck underneath the black jacket, complementing the black trousers with a pale grey cloak covering his entire body. The eyes of this male were blue in colour and looked as though he wasn't older than 20 years of age.
Harry looked around, he wasn't sure if it was him this man was talking to. Looking back, there were no one but him standing in front of the man, so he suppose that this man was talking to him.
"Uh.Good morning. But who are you addressing?" He asked with a voice of uncertainty.
"Why Master Harry, you of course. Pipi did deliver the letter to you didn't he?" The man looked at the little bird on his shoulder as it gave a bright chirp in reply. "Now, if you would please follow me to your room and freshen up. I'm sure his majesty will be pleased to see you. You won't have to worry about the things in that room, they have all been taken to your room." the man trailed off as he gestured the way for Harry.
"Um.This may sound a bit rude, but who are you? Where am I?" Harry asked as they passed by one of the tall green trees. There were little children running around the balconies of the trees. A young female, which seemed like a teacher of some sort, tries to calm down the little children.
"Dear Master, your memories haven't been recalled yet I suppose?"
"Memories?"
"Yes, but I will inform you anyways. I'm your valet of sorts, my name is Sena. This is the Land of Mizu in the realm of Ragnarak."
"Ragnarak? I thought it was a time frame of the destruction of the Norse Gods."Harry called out. He had no idea where this knowledge came from, but it seemed that he just knew it.
"No Master, that was Ragnarok. This is the realm of Ragnarak. It is different."
They walked further down the path paved with white stones. Harry observed his surroundings. People were starting to wake up; there were the sounds of the clattering of utensils as the mothers tended to the breakfast chores. The chimneys smoked as fires were lit. Even as the sun was shining, Harry couldn't help but shiver at the cold morning air.
'It wasn't this cold just then' he thought. Then he felt a cloak being draped on his shoulders.
"We can't have our Master freezing cold now can we?" Sena was at the back of him, with his hands on Harry's shoulders, holding the cloak in place. With that said, Sena walked next to Harry whilst Harry wrapped himself in the cloak.
The carried on walking in silent for around ten minutes when they finally came to a stop outside a pure white building with windows lined with silver and the roof covers with a blue gem stone. Harry couldn't take his eyes off this spectacular building, but somewhere inside him, he felt that he had seen it a thousand times over. This was something that he's sick and tired of seeing, and yet there was something to it.
"Here we are" Sena announced. "This is the grand hall, Avalon." He motioned Harry to enter the large marble doors just in front of them. They walked up towards the marble door that seemed to never open, but as they were inching closer to the door, it swung open for them. Inside, the floor was paved with a stone that seemed like water, but was solid. The walls were decorated with various paintings from different era and countries. There were also other doors leading into other rooms. Each of the doors were denoted with a symbol engraved into the door itself.
"It's as though we're walking on water" Harry thought out loud.
"It's Aqua Aura, the floors of Avalon are paved with a manufactured gem called Aqua Aura." Sena told Harry as they walked further into the hall.
They arrived in front of another set of doors no so long after they entered the hall. This set was royal blue in colour. Harry could tell it was made from another type of stone. The door opened automatically again and it was a big hall with colours of gold, white and red. At the far end of the hall, there were two ivory chairs and on the chairs were two people that Harry thought he recognised. One was a male in his early forties, wearing a red cloak, white military type clothing with golden chains hung across here and there and a golden crown rested on his black ruffled hair. Next to him was a women, wearing a similar cloak and crown, only that the crown was silver, she was dressed in a simple pale blue dress with silver embroidery. A golden chain with a pendent hung on her waist. Her long brown hair was braided to one side, showing of several golden strands. Behind the two of them stood two people that seemed like shadows, but Harry could make out one was a hand maid, the other was a butler. Both of these 'shadows' were dressed in navy blue uniforms similar to Sena's.
"Your Majesties" Sena walked into the hall, bowed then kneeled down on one knee in front of them. Harry followed the Sena into the room and bowed. For some reason, he knew that he was not meant to kneel in front of the King and Queen.
"Master Harry has arrived."
"Harry!" Both of the adults cried out as they stumbled out of their thrones and threw their arms around the boy.
Harry was lost for words and stunned, he didn't know what happened. But some part of him knew that these two people were suppose to be really close to him.
"Harry, say something. Anything. Don't scare your old dad like that."
"Harry dear, are you feeling well? Did the ride hurt you? Was the walk here tiring? Are you hungry? Sena, what is wrong with Harry?"
"Your Majesty, may I speak up?" another figure came into the scene.
"Young Harry might just be lost for words. After all, it's been nearly two decades since you three last met up." The voice was filled with wisdom with a hint of twinkle, one that Harry was really familiar with.
"Professor Dumbledore!" Harry exclaimed. "So this is why Mrs Weasley couldn't contact you."
"Hello Harry, it is nice seeing you here. I admit, if I had saw this sooner I would have sent you here straight away."
"What do you mean Professor?"
"Now is not the time to talk about this. I can see that your parents are really eager to talk to you."
"They're my.my.parents?" Harry stuttered out. He looked towards his parents who are standing in front of him. He could feel hot tears building up. Tears of joy are beginning to spill, Harry tried to hold them back but these tears seem to have a will of its own.
"Mother?" Harry squeezed out, Lily Potter nodded at his son, giving him a warm smile. He turned his head towards the other person standing with his mum.
"Father?" Again, James Potter smiled at his son.
"Does this mean that I'm dead?" Harry asked the professor.
"No Harry," his father replied "We were never dead. It was a hoax to begin with. But something unexpected happened and well."
"Well, it seemed that it would be best to lay low for a while. At least that's what the sorceress said it was best to do. We were going to tell Sage Dumbledore." His mother picked up where his father left off.
"Wait a minute, Professor Dumbledore is a sage?" Harry interjected
"Really, your majesties. You should address me as Albus."
"Well, we told you many times to not call us 'Your Majesties'," Lily replied.
"Lily, you shouldn't talk to the professor like that." James gave Lily a mischievous look and Harry could do nothing but stare at his parents in awe. Never had e thought that two grown adults would act like teenage students. Harry shook his head and sighed, thinking that this was a dream that he would be waking up off any time soon. Nothing this good ever happens to him anyways.
"Harry dear, what's wrong?" Lily was concerned with her son. Even though they haven't met for so long, but both the parents watched from the Lens of Metatron. They were pained to see how Petunia treated Harry. Every movement Harry made in the house, they observed, how they wished they could take Harry back into the realm of Ragnarak. But fate decided their route and it wasn't suppose to be altered by them. They could only watch from afar, like Zeus and Hera.
'Speaking of which,' Lily thought, and looked around the room 'where did Zeus and Hera go?'
"Sena," James spoke up "Why don't you take Harry up to his room to freshen up and we'll see you at dinner."
"Yes Your Majesties"
"Sena," Lily protested "how many times do we have to tell you stop calling us that! Everyone here have been calling us 'Your Grace' and 'Your Majesty' and such but you won't have to or we'll be forced to call you Guard Master Sena." Lily sighed, there was no way she could change the mind of this one, but she has to try. His father was old and old habits die hard. Both James and Lily had give up on changing Old Fei. But when Sena started to serve them, he was still young and so they should be able to change his mind of thinking. Both James and Lily didn't like to be thought as higher than others, they were more of the equality type of people.
"But Your Majesties, it is impolite to address you in your first name."
"Yes, now you see why we insisted both you and Professor Dumbledore to call us by our first name?" James told them.
"Really James, I think it is time for Harry to take some rest now. It has been a really long day" Lily interrupted and gestured both Sena and Harry to leave. "We'll see you at dinner dear." With that, both of them left.
Sena lead Harry to one of the staircases in the hall.
"I'm going to wake up soon am I?" Harry asked as the staircase whined upwards. "This is all a dream and I'm going to wake up soon to find myself in the room in Surrey and Aunt Petunia banging on the door telling me to get up."
"Dear Master" Sena stopped in front, just one step higher than Harry. He wrapped his arms around Harry's neck, pulling Harry close to him. "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."
"Do I.know you from before?" Harry was hesitant. He never felt any warmth outside of Hogwarts before. None of his so-called family ever treated him kindly. Now this man, one that know him but Harry himself forgot, treated Harry as though he was part of himself.
"Dear Master, just remember this, whenever you need me, I'll be there beside you." Sena gave Harry a warm smile and started onwards the journey towards Harry's room.
A/N: Well, what do you all think? It used to be in chapter 1 but I thought it would be better if I made it into a chapter in itself. Now, about the 'night' thing. Its just like 'chapter 1' and 'chapter 2', but I choose to call it 'First night' and 'Second night'. About Sena, he's just a close butler. But more about him later -o- There will also be an unexpected 'twist' into the story. I just hope that all you fans out there won't try and kill me after the next chapter. Now for a sneak preview. A lot has happened since the D.A members went into the Department of Mysteries. Voldemort seems to have started his reign of terror, there were massacres nearly every other day.
With Bill and Charlie gone for extended time and Percy still as stubborn as ever. The house was becoming rather quite without the two pranksters.
Tears were starting to fall down her cheeks. Ron decided he better stop her tears so he went over to her, held her cheeks up with his left hand and wiped away the tears with he right.
Truth is resolved, Light has arrived, Darkness will no longer rule the lands, The Prophesised Ones will be united, We praise for their return, We await for their arrival, This would be the Last of the First. This would be the End of the Start.
He realised it wasn't jealousy, but it was concern.
'I've really fallen into the trap this time.' Ron sighed as he continued to stare at the magazine.
"But there's nothing we could do."
'Wonder what Harry and Ron would think about this dress.'
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 Sena and the realm of Ragnarak. Also some other stuff later on.
Second Night-Three Days Ago
Its 00:00AM of July Thirty-First the day when Harry Potter turns seventeen. He had fallen asleep early on that night, only to be woken up by his dream. A dream where he pushed Sirius through the wall of impending doom, where Sirius disappeared from the whole world entirely. Harry dreamed of the day of the Third task of the tournament, when Cedric had died in his arms after a shot of green light. He dreamed of the early days of his childhood with the Dursley's, in the playground surrounded by the friends of Dudley. Only one more year then he would be able to live outside of the grasp of the Dursley's. Harry Potter sat at his desk, staring out at the window, looking at the full moon. It seemed as though the moon is especially bright today. It was then when he noticed that some 'things' were flying his way. He opened his window for a better look, only to find that these were not mere 'things' but owls.
The first to arrive was Harry's own snowy owl Hedwig, bearing a letter from one of his friends. But it seemed that the package was larger than Harry had expected it to be. He untied the letter and the package to relieve Hedwig from the stress. Hedwig quickly flew to her cage, after give her master a passionate nip on the hands, then a drink of water. The next that came it was a barn owl.
'Probably one of the school owls' Harry thought to himself as he quickly untied the strings of the envelope and the owl took off into the night sky.
The third owl crashed into the room, surprisingly did not wake up the Dursley from their sleep.
'Errol' Harry thought, he shook his head as he stood from his chair and was about to take the ruffled owl off the floor and onto his bed when a forth owl came crashing into him. It was Pigwidgeon, Ron's personal owl, carrying a box of some sort. Harry untied the letters and packages off the owls, settled Errol on hi bed and Pig flew into Hedwig's cage, much to her disgust, another bird fluttered into the scene. It was not an owl, Harry knew for sure. It had some resemblance of a sparrow but was pale green in colour. The feathers seemed to shine and glow, the moonlight made the bird seems as though it was ethereal. 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
'Master?' Harry asked himself, surely it must be a typing mistake, first he was a wizard after eleven years of living as plain old Harry, then he was chased after by a sadistic Dark Lord who wants revenge for his years of suffering as a ghost, next came an innocent escaped convict from the wizarding prison Azkaban who was his godfather, then it was reviving of the aforementioned Dark Lord, not so long ago he just lost his so-called father figure, even though he seemed more like a friend. Now he is a 'Master', this must be a mistake. So Harry decided that this letter could wait. He'd open the others first.
The letter that Hedwig was carrying was from Hermione.
Dear Harry, HAPPY BIRTHDAY. I hope that the Dursley's have been treating you humanely. But if they didn't, you know better than to bear it yourself. You better tell us, or better yet, tell the Order.
At that point, Harry stopped reading the letter for a while. He never knew that Hermoine could be so observant. For the past few years, he had been treated with disgust, like a mere servant by the Dursley's but he didn't tell anyone. This year, it had all been better as Uncle Vernon seemed to be frightened by the fact that the rest of the Order would come down on him if Harry had even a tiny paper cut on his finger. Uncle Vernon had been exceptionally careful in letting the boy to his own device. Harry thought back to the first day back from Hogwarts, the whole household just pretended Harry didn't exist or was invisible. He laughed remembering the sight and carried on reading the letter.
You know better than to dwell on the things that happened in the Department of Mysteries. Nothing is your fault, you must remember that. It just happened that way, you must stop blaming yourself. We all choose to follow you in. Let's just forget it. It's your birthday after all. It was so good of Hedwig to come flying to me. I was wondering how I'm going to send you the present I got for you from one of the stores in Finland, which I went for the first two weeks of the holiday because there was a conference for dentist there. Why they choose Finland of all places was something I couldn't figure out. But it was great fun, though I wasn't able to send anyone mail during that time. I should probably get an owl. But I found that in Finland, they had wizarding towns as well. It was such a great sight, the towns were different from ones we see back here. The houses were old with a touch of technology. The people were nice and friendly.
This present, I found when I was walking on the streets, it is said to be a cup from the halls of Valhalla. Though I don't know that for sure. I heard that Ron was trying to arrange you to stay with him for the remainder of the holiday. If you could make it, I'll see you at Ron's in a weeks time. If not, maybe we can meet up in Daigon Alley. With Love, Hermoine.
Harry looked at the package that came with Hedwig. It was nicely wrapped with plastic cellophane for weather protection, underneath was a purple wrapping paper neatly surrounding the present. Harry slowly unravelled the package and found, through the densely packed stuffing of tissue paper and bubble paper, a pewter cup with golden ancient runic symbols written at the base of the cup. The cup itself was like a simple wine glass, with a round circle near the rim of the cup.
Putting the cup aside, Harry looked at the second letter brought in by the school owl. It was a list of books to buy and the white ticket embossed with silver to the platform 9¾. He was about to put it away when he found that there was a parchment within the envelope of the school letter. It was written in scruffy writing.
'No doubt its from Hagrid'
Deer Harree, Me and my brothr wanted to wish you a happee birthdayy. Wee have been exploreing the forest as best as we could although Professer Dumbledor called me away fur a cuple of times. Sorree that I could not send you a gift thru the mail, but I will give it to you when you come back to Hogwarts. Hagrid
[Authors translation: Dear Harry, Me and my brother wanted to wish you a happy birthday. We have been exploring the forest as best as we could although Professor Dumbledore called me away for a couple of times. Sorry that I couldn't send you a gift through the mail, but I will give it to you when you come back to Hogwarts. Hagrid]
Harry read the piece of parchment again. 'He must be really busy' Harry thought, 'or he wouldn't use the school owl'. He put the note aside, stacking it with Hermoine's letter and took the third letter carried by Pig.
Harry mate, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Wish you had fun on your birthday.
At this point, Harry thought 'I wish'
My mum's trying to get Dumbledore to agree to let you come stay with us, but it seems Dumbledore is out of reach at the moment. I must say, he sometimes seemed to be everywhere at once, the next he seemed to have disappeared to the ends of the Earth. Maybe he is on a holiday after all.
All of a sudden, 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. Harry shook his head, 'It wouldn't be like that'
Hermoine's staying with us for the last three weeks of the holiday, we're planning on going to Diagon Alley on Twenty-Sixth of August, if you're not allowed to come and stay, I guess we'd just have to meet there instead.
Did you know that the Chudley Cannons are playing in the new United League? I heard that the wizards in the US finally let the teams here play in their league. Hope they win.
The letter continued much along the lines of Quidditch, but why after so long did the wizards in US finally let the teams in UK play in the United League, Harry had no idea. As much as Harry liked Quidditch, he just don't have as much passion as did his best friend Ron. After several paragraphs of repeating the fact that the Chudley Cannons are playing in the United League, the letter came to a close.
Well, I heard from Hermoine that she went away for her holiday and that she got you her present there. Me, my parents had forbade me to go out, so I had to order it out of a mail catalogue. It was sent to me a few days ago, I would have to redirect it to you but I had to check the product first, you can't rely on mail catalogue ordering, you never know what those people would give you.
Hope you like it mate! It actually took some time to figure out what is best out of the lot!
Your best pal, Ron.
Harry studied the box for some time. Surely there were patches where there used to be water, probably from the rain as it had been raining for a few days. The rain finally stopped this morning. Harry opened the box carefully, not because of the wrapping, but because it seemed the box would dissolve any minute and he didn't want to clean up too much of the mess. To Harry's surprise, it was a book titled 'Qidditch Matches from then till now' He didn't know what it was, he turned to the first page and saw a large list of number with the teams playing against each other arranged in a timeline fashion. He flipped through to the other pages, it seems that it only shows figures, when he finally thought it was nothing more than a timeline, he took up his wand, tapped on one of the date and suddenly, a hologram was projected out. A Quidditch match played itself, with miniature players flying around. He closed the book and slipped Ron's letter into the book as well.
The next letter Harry picked was delivered by Errol. There were in total of two letters and a box. The first was from Mrs Weasley wishing Harry a happy birthday and the box was filled with cakes, muffins and chocolates made by Mrs Weasley herself. The other letter was from an unexpected correspondent.
Dear Harry, I wish you a Happy Birthday. Though we haven't talked all that much, but I was actually really grateful that you saved me from the clutches of the chamber. It has been quite a few years, and I had intended to send this to you on your birthday right after the incident. But.I.I. Well, in any case, I hope you like it.
Love, Ginny.
From inside the envelope was a silver chain with a pendent in the shape of the cross formed by two lightning bolts, where one of the bolts was in gold, the other was in silver. Harry took the chain the held it against the moon. But his gaze adverted to the pale green bird sitting on the window sill, still with the pale blue envelope held in his beak. Harry thought he couldn't let it off any longer and finally took the letter off the little bird so that the bird could rest. But it didn't fly away. It just stood there, awaiting for Harry's instruction. Finally, Harry took sympathy in the little bird and cupped the bird in his hands, took it to where Hedwig's cage is and settled the little bird with the two owls. Hedwig didn't seem to mind the intrusion of the little bird, she looked at the pale green bird then shuffled to make space for it. But it was different with Pig, he gave one glance then he shot out of the cage and headed towards Errol, gave the old battered owl a few pecks and both of them took flight into the night sky.
Harry looked at the letter carefully, taking into the account that the words were engraved into the envelope and that the envelope was relatively thin.
'Surely it can't be Dumbledore, he's on holiday' he thought to himself. Again, the image of the headmaster on the beach crept up to him. He turned the letter over hoping to see a return address even though he knew wizards don't have the habit to put a return address. He found that instead of an address, there was a seal of silver wax with a symbol of a tree. Breaking the envelope ever so slowly and cautiously, he took out the piece of paper. It was simple and short.
Dear Master Harry, You will learn of the truth in a few moments.
Before Harry was able to finish reading the piece of paper, his whole room seemed to have whirled as though the house was in a hurricane. Harry shut his eyes to block out the nauseating feelings building up.
The bright sunshine nearly blinded Harry's eyes the minute he tried to open them. He could feel that he was still in his room, but something was different in the air. It was as though he was no longer in Surrey. He looked at his surrounding, his room was still in order and everything that belonged to him, his trunk, the things under the loose floorboard, Hedwig and even the pale green bird were here. Yet when he looked out of his window, he found a different scenery waiting for him. Outside his window were fresh trees that ranges from a pale light green to a dark royal green in colour. There were white balconies up on some of the trees and little brown huts at the roots of the trees, flowers grew and birds sung their song. It was as if this place was all imaginary, that it doesn't exist, but it does. And it is in front of Harry's unbelieving eyes. He snapped out of his reverie and found the delivery bird was flying in front of him, as if wanting him to follow. So deciding it was the best course of action, he followed the little bird out of his room door. The moment he stepped out of the door, his room disappeared.
"Good morning Master Harry. Welcome back." A young male voice called to him. The pale green bird stood on the shoulder of the owner of the voice. He was tall, with burgundy red hair covering over one of his eyes. He wore a white sleeveless turtle neck underneath the black jacket, complementing the black trousers with a pale grey cloak covering his entire body. The eyes of this male were blue in colour and looked as though he wasn't older than 20 years of age.
Harry looked around, he wasn't sure if it was him this man was talking to. Looking back, there were no one but him standing in front of the man, so he suppose that this man was talking to him.
"Uh.Good morning. But who are you addressing?" He asked with a voice of uncertainty.
"Why Master Harry, you of course. Pipi did deliver the letter to you didn't he?" The man looked at the little bird on his shoulder as it gave a bright chirp in reply. "Now, if you would please follow me to your room and freshen up. I'm sure his majesty will be pleased to see you. You won't have to worry about the things in that room, they have all been taken to your room." the man trailed off as he gestured the way for Harry.
"Um.This may sound a bit rude, but who are you? Where am I?" Harry asked as they passed by one of the tall green trees. There were little children running around the balconies of the trees. A young female, which seemed like a teacher of some sort, tries to calm down the little children.
"Dear Master, your memories haven't been recalled yet I suppose?"
"Memories?"
"Yes, but I will inform you anyways. I'm your valet of sorts, my name is Sena. This is the Land of Mizu in the realm of Ragnarak."
"Ragnarak? I thought it was a time frame of the destruction of the Norse Gods."Harry called out. He had no idea where this knowledge came from, but it seemed that he just knew it.
"No Master, that was Ragnarok. This is the realm of Ragnarak. It is different."
They walked further down the path paved with white stones. Harry observed his surroundings. People were starting to wake up; there were the sounds of the clattering of utensils as the mothers tended to the breakfast chores. The chimneys smoked as fires were lit. Even as the sun was shining, Harry couldn't help but shiver at the cold morning air.
'It wasn't this cold just then' he thought. Then he felt a cloak being draped on his shoulders.
"We can't have our Master freezing cold now can we?" Sena was at the back of him, with his hands on Harry's shoulders, holding the cloak in place. With that said, Sena walked next to Harry whilst Harry wrapped himself in the cloak.
The carried on walking in silent for around ten minutes when they finally came to a stop outside a pure white building with windows lined with silver and the roof covers with a blue gem stone. Harry couldn't take his eyes off this spectacular building, but somewhere inside him, he felt that he had seen it a thousand times over. This was something that he's sick and tired of seeing, and yet there was something to it.
"Here we are" Sena announced. "This is the grand hall, Avalon." He motioned Harry to enter the large marble doors just in front of them. They walked up towards the marble door that seemed to never open, but as they were inching closer to the door, it swung open for them. Inside, the floor was paved with a stone that seemed like water, but was solid. The walls were decorated with various paintings from different era and countries. There were also other doors leading into other rooms. Each of the doors were denoted with a symbol engraved into the door itself.
"It's as though we're walking on water" Harry thought out loud.
"It's Aqua Aura, the floors of Avalon are paved with a manufactured gem called Aqua Aura." Sena told Harry as they walked further into the hall.
They arrived in front of another set of doors no so long after they entered the hall. This set was royal blue in colour. Harry could tell it was made from another type of stone. The door opened automatically again and it was a big hall with colours of gold, white and red. At the far end of the hall, there were two ivory chairs and on the chairs were two people that Harry thought he recognised. One was a male in his early forties, wearing a red cloak, white military type clothing with golden chains hung across here and there and a golden crown rested on his black ruffled hair. Next to him was a women, wearing a similar cloak and crown, only that the crown was silver, she was dressed in a simple pale blue dress with silver embroidery. A golden chain with a pendent hung on her waist. Her long brown hair was braided to one side, showing of several golden strands. Behind the two of them stood two people that seemed like shadows, but Harry could make out one was a hand maid, the other was a butler. Both of these 'shadows' were dressed in navy blue uniforms similar to Sena's.
"Your Majesties" Sena walked into the hall, bowed then kneeled down on one knee in front of them. Harry followed the Sena into the room and bowed. For some reason, he knew that he was not meant to kneel in front of the King and Queen.
"Master Harry has arrived."
"Harry!" Both of the adults cried out as they stumbled out of their thrones and threw their arms around the boy.
Harry was lost for words and stunned, he didn't know what happened. But some part of him knew that these two people were suppose to be really close to him.
"Harry, say something. Anything. Don't scare your old dad like that."
"Harry dear, are you feeling well? Did the ride hurt you? Was the walk here tiring? Are you hungry? Sena, what is wrong with Harry?"
"Your Majesty, may I speak up?" another figure came into the scene.
"Young Harry might just be lost for words. After all, it's been nearly two decades since you three last met up." The voice was filled with wisdom with a hint of twinkle, one that Harry was really familiar with.
"Professor Dumbledore!" Harry exclaimed. "So this is why Mrs Weasley couldn't contact you."
"Hello Harry, it is nice seeing you here. I admit, if I had saw this sooner I would have sent you here straight away."
"What do you mean Professor?"
"Now is not the time to talk about this. I can see that your parents are really eager to talk to you."
"They're my.my.parents?" Harry stuttered out. He looked towards his parents who are standing in front of him. He could feel hot tears building up. Tears of joy are beginning to spill, Harry tried to hold them back but these tears seem to have a will of its own.
"Mother?" Harry squeezed out, Lily Potter nodded at his son, giving him a warm smile. He turned his head towards the other person standing with his mum.
"Father?" Again, James Potter smiled at his son.
"Does this mean that I'm dead?" Harry asked the professor.
"No Harry," his father replied "We were never dead. It was a hoax to begin with. But something unexpected happened and well."
"Well, it seemed that it would be best to lay low for a while. At least that's what the sorceress said it was best to do. We were going to tell Sage Dumbledore." His mother picked up where his father left off.
"Wait a minute, Professor Dumbledore is a sage?" Harry interjected
"Really, your majesties. You should address me as Albus."
"Well, we told you many times to not call us 'Your Majesties'," Lily replied.
"Lily, you shouldn't talk to the professor like that." James gave Lily a mischievous look and Harry could do nothing but stare at his parents in awe. Never had e thought that two grown adults would act like teenage students. Harry shook his head and sighed, thinking that this was a dream that he would be waking up off any time soon. Nothing this good ever happens to him anyways.
"Harry dear, what's wrong?" Lily was concerned with her son. Even though they haven't met for so long, but both the parents watched from the Lens of Metatron. They were pained to see how Petunia treated Harry. Every movement Harry made in the house, they observed, how they wished they could take Harry back into the realm of Ragnarak. But fate decided their route and it wasn't suppose to be altered by them. They could only watch from afar, like Zeus and Hera.
'Speaking of which,' Lily thought, and looked around the room 'where did Zeus and Hera go?'
"Sena," James spoke up "Why don't you take Harry up to his room to freshen up and we'll see you at dinner."
"Yes Your Majesties"
"Sena," Lily protested "how many times do we have to tell you stop calling us that! Everyone here have been calling us 'Your Grace' and 'Your Majesty' and such but you won't have to or we'll be forced to call you Guard Master Sena." Lily sighed, there was no way she could change the mind of this one, but she has to try. His father was old and old habits die hard. Both James and Lily had give up on changing Old Fei. But when Sena started to serve them, he was still young and so they should be able to change his mind of thinking. Both James and Lily didn't like to be thought as higher than others, they were more of the equality type of people.
"But Your Majesties, it is impolite to address you in your first name."
"Yes, now you see why we insisted both you and Professor Dumbledore to call us by our first name?" James told them.
"Really James, I think it is time for Harry to take some rest now. It has been a really long day" Lily interrupted and gestured both Sena and Harry to leave. "We'll see you at dinner dear." With that, both of them left.
Sena lead Harry to one of the staircases in the hall.
"I'm going to wake up soon am I?" Harry asked as the staircase whined upwards. "This is all a dream and I'm going to wake up soon to find myself in the room in Surrey and Aunt Petunia banging on the door telling me to get up."
"Dear Master" Sena stopped in front, just one step higher than Harry. He wrapped his arms around Harry's neck, pulling Harry close to him. "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."
"Do I.know you from before?" Harry was hesitant. He never felt any warmth outside of Hogwarts before. None of his so-called family ever treated him kindly. Now this man, one that know him but Harry himself forgot, treated Harry as though he was part of himself.
"Dear Master, just remember this, whenever you need me, I'll be there beside you." Sena gave Harry a warm smile and started onwards the journey towards Harry's room.
A/N: Well, what do you all think? It used to be in chapter 1 but I thought it would be better if I made it into a chapter in itself. Now, about the 'night' thing. Its just like 'chapter 1' and 'chapter 2', but I choose to call it 'First night' and 'Second night'. About Sena, he's just a close butler. But more about him later -o- There will also be an unexpected 'twist' into the story. I just hope that all you fans out there won't try and kill me after the next chapter. Now for a sneak preview. A lot has happened since the D.A members went into the Department of Mysteries. Voldemort seems to have started his reign of terror, there were massacres nearly every other day.
With Bill and Charlie gone for extended time and Percy still as stubborn as ever. The house was becoming rather quite without the two pranksters.
Tears were starting to fall down her cheeks. Ron decided he better stop her tears so he went over to her, held her cheeks up with his left hand and wiped away the tears with he right.
Truth is resolved, Light has arrived, Darkness will no longer rule the lands, The Prophesised Ones will be united, We praise for their return, We await for their arrival, This would be the Last of the First. This would be the End of the Start.
He realised it wasn't jealousy, but it was concern.
'I've really fallen into the trap this time.' Ron sighed as he continued to stare at the magazine.
"But there's nothing we could do."
'Wonder what Harry and Ron would think about this dress.'