Disclaimer: Firstly, I own no part of Harry Potter! All rights and credit belongs to the amazing J.K. Rowling! She simply inspired me to take a chance at writing my own fanfic. I hope to write my own novel some day.
AN: I'm Ally and this is my first fanfic. I've done some writing before, but I wanted to see what other people thought of my writing so please R&R my fanfic!
This story contains romance between Harry and a new friend that he meets, together through all the danger and adventure they find a bond strong enough to become a powerful love.
I'll try to get new chapters up
when I can! Hope you enjoy!
-Ally-
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The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies…and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not…and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives…
The same verses repeated themselves mercilessly in the depths of a certain wizard boy's head on the dimly lit sky of a summer day. It never ceased to amaze Harry Potter that simple words could be imprinted in one's mind forever, but those words could never be forgotten, all the same with that one dreadful night.
Flash back"Harry Potter this is where we shall end it all, I promise you!" The deadly low voice of the Dark Lord, Voldemort, bellowed through the night with the power of a thousand voices. There he stood, sweat dripping all down his face and shaking body. His was shaking not from fear, but rage. Blood dripped from a gash that stretched across his torso. His wheezy breathing became unsteady and deep, but never the less he forced his throat to speak. "Crucio!" he yelled the very word to an illegal and powerful curse.
Immediately Harry fell to the ground, his insides were on fire, the curse was burning every inch of him. He wanted to tear the pain away but he couldn't grip it. All he could do was feel it purge through his skin and very soul. He cried out when he couldn't take it anymore and clutched his stomach, which felt like it was going to be ripped out of him. His whole body tensed on the ground as the heat and fire flew through him. Finally it ended, his body still tingling, his pulse still pounding through his veins. He looked up with blood shot eyes and sweat soaking his scratched up face.
The sound of Voldemort's voice rang through Harry's ears like the sound of pounding metal. Harry covered his ears as they throbbed with the intensity of the cry, he could still hear, almost wishing he were still under the curse. When he took his hands away, blood stained his charred palms. He brushed the red liquid from his brow and stared down the one person he truly hated in this world. He pushed off the ground with his arms and staggered to his feet, still swaying.
"I won't let you! You won't hurt anyone again Voldemort, never! Your ways are over. You've hurt too many people that I love!" Harry shouted every syllable with rage and looked on painfully as his greatest friends lay limp on the floor, pools of blood forming from their bodies.
His courageous, best friend Ron was sprawled on the ground with an elbow jutting out through the skin at strange angle and blood rolling down his cheek from his head. He had thrown himself at Voldemort, trying whatever he could to stop him from killing Harry, but had been mercilessly beaten down by numerous powerful spells. Voldemort truly was only a ruthless killer. No heart could possibly linger in his body.
Hermione, the one understanding girl and most intelligent person he had ever met was hung by chains, from her lacerated bleeding wrists to the wall, a black area covered her chest and back, burned to a char by intense flames. Put under torture by Voldemort in an attempt to track down Harry. She had been capture weeks ago. By the sound of her choked breathing, she didn't have much longer.
Finally with only memories, he thought of Sirius, his only family member, undoubtedly the one he cared for most of any family members besides his parents and the only one who was at one point in his life alive, but now dead, all because of this one person. Why should all this happen to him? It wasn't right and it wasn't fair!
Hate, the one thing these two men had in common with each other was about to erupt in a non-pitying event, the final end to it all. "That's enough Voldemort, you will do no more evil upon this earth! Simply killing you will never be enough, but I swear, even in afterlife, your eternal suffering will never end! AVADA KEDAVRA!" Harry shouted with as much anger and power as he could muster feeling the rage grow, swell and empower him.
The only thing anyone else in the muggle world would have heard that night was the most devastating and painful piercing cry, then unwavering almost complete silence in the cool night.
Harry snapped out of his thoughts and back to gazing out his window. He would never forget that night; the hatred and fury that had been stored up were released all in one powerful and lethal blow after a long battle.
He felt something strange and knew it wasn't over. Before Voldemort died Harry had heard a misty voice in the wind speaking to him. It had said "The end has come and gone…but yet it is really only the start of a new beginning…now it continues…as death comes it has brought a final act …releasing upon all the world…a curse and a great promise…four must combine …only together can the power be awakened to bring the beginning to an end with the great promise."
"But what does it mean?" Harry asked him self irritated, his face contorted in frustration as he stared out into the darkness of the now approaching night.
After a few more moments of pacing in his small room and pondering over the mysterious words spoken that night he decided to write to his friends and ask for advice.
He took out a piece of parchment and began writing to his best friend Ronald Weasley.
Dear Ron,
I'm still completely confused about the prophecy that strange voice told us about that night I killed Voldemort. I don't know what it means. Any ideas? How have you been? Did your arm heal proper? It must still be sore. Write back when you can.
Harry
When he finished he reached for another piece to write a letter to his other friend, Hermione Granger. As far as he'd heard from her parents, her wounds were healing but she was still sore as burns were rather slow to heal even with the best care.
Dear Hermione,
Are you feeling better? I'm all right so you don't have to worry.
Harry knew Hermione was probably worrying over him right now; she worried about everything, even exams that weren't until the next year. This year they still had to take their N.E.W.T.S. and Hermione had started studying at the beginning of last year. Harry smiled lightly upon remembering this. Homework was probably the most important thing in her life next to her friends.
I haven't been doing much lately; the prophecy from the night I killed Voldemort is still in my head. I don't understand it. Can you try to figure it out? I need to know what it means. It could be important. I'll ask Dumbledore when we get back to Hogwarts if we can't figure it out. I promise I'm doing my homework. See you in a couple days.
Harry
"Hedwig" Harry called to his owl, who immediately swooped down from atop her cage and landed next to him, looking eager for a job. "I have two jobs for you," he told her stroking her soft feathers.
Hedwig's eyes seemed to sparkle at the sound of his voice as if she understood. She hooted with excitement and nipped at the letters. "One to Ron and one to Hermione, have a nice flight." Harry smiled and attached the letters to her. She nipped his finger gently and took off out his window and into the clear, star filled sky. Harry watched until she was nothing but another dark spot in the night.
Tomorrow would be his birthday, just another pointless day for his current guardians, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, and their bumbling son, Dudley. What do they care? Harry thought angrily. I mean nothing!
"Nothing? Of course, you mean something." A wispy voice spoke gently.
Harry whirled around, eyes wide, and looked for the source of the beautiful voice. "Who said that?" Harry asked as he scanned every inch of his room. There was nobody there.
"I did." The melodic voice answered. Harry guessed the voice belonged to something female. It was too high to be a boys, but to beautiful to be human.
"Who are you? Where are you?" Harry asked spinning around in confusion.
"Up here." the voice answered.
Harry looked up and saw a girl, or what looked like a girl, to be sitting atop his clothes closet. He hadn't seen her there before, how had she just appeared like that?
"How did you…you weren't there before were you?" Harry asked completely in awe.
"I flew in when you weren't looking." The voice giggled. Sitting on the edge of his tall clothes closet was a girl with white, feathery wings. She had long shiny brown hair that she wore half up, with little strands lining her face while the rest hung gently down past her shoulder blades and brown eyes with gentle flecks of hazel lining them. Long dark lashes and eyebrows accentuated her dark eyes. A tan skin tone was hidden beneath elegant red and gold robes. Surprisingly they were almost exactly the very robes that Harry wore for quidditch matches.
The girl looked to be about his age, seventeen or older, and a smile was playing at her curved lips. She had small, slightly pointed ears, resembling and elf. Elves were known as graceful elegant creatures, but she was too beautiful to be an elf. Her flawless figure was lined at every inch with muscle, which Harry could plainly see with her sleeveless tunic.
"I guess you could say I was just shy in the presence of the most amazing wizard in history!" she chuckled quietly, her grin still in place and eyes shining brightly with excitement.
Harry could tell without even asking that she was the type of girl who loved adventure and danger. He also noticed a bow on her back with a quiver of arrows and a wand at her side in a black belt. No one would be foolish enough not to notice the daggers lined up in their gold trimmed sheaths hanging from her belt. The hilts of the daggers shone with bright red gems.
She hopped down from her chosen sitting place and walked up to Harry, extending a hand. "My name's Naquila Deranaka. I'm a Kirnsa, a winged creature similar to a human, in most ways anyways," she said and pointed with her eyes to her folded wings.
Harry shook the offered hand. "And I'm sure you know who I am already." Harry grinned.
Naquila giggled. "Of course. I know of no one who hasn't heard the famous name Harry Potter." She told him. "Now, for not one, but two reasons. First evading the wrath of the Dark lord, then vanquishing him in the final duel. It's all so exciting!" Naquila's eyes gleamed and her smile grew. "It's also a great thing since so many lives will be spared from his last act of evil…" She stopped short and her grin suddenly disappeared and her face became serious.
Even if she looks sad, she's still the prettiest girl I've ever met. Harry thought, but frowned, he wished to see her smile again. He adored her smile.
As if she heard his thought, she looked up and smiled. "Thank you Harry," she giggled, but only smiled slightly.
Harry could feel his cheeks burning and knew immediately he was blushing. He cleared his throat. "Can you hear what I'm thinking?" he asked. "Or did I say something out loud?"
"Yes I can read thoughts, not all the time though, only if they're concerning myself, something involved in my life, when the person wants me to hear or if its something of great importance that could affect the future." she smiled and gave him a small wink.
"Oh." Harry made a mental note to be more careful with his thoughts.
"Anyways, I said that many lives will be spared, but others…well they won't be." Naquila said sadly, her eyes no longer gleamed, but seemed to cloud and turn grey.
"Why is this?" Harry asked, trying to catch Naquila's eyes, but she looked down as she spoke, too sad to look at anything.
When Voldemort died he released a curse, more of a vow, but still a curse. It is a deadly curse, draining the life out of its victims then…they slowly fade away…" Naquila said teary eyed. "Such a curse has been used not only once and now it has returned from a powerful source. My…my parents…they were killed by the curse…years ago…this isn't the first time Voldemort has done this. And he will stop it nothing to leave a great mark upon the Earth so that all will remember." Naquila choked the words out.
Harry stared at this girl. She was strong, but in pain. He knew what it was like to lose loved ones. He immediately felt the stabbing pain in his heart and his longing for his parents as well as Sirius. "I know what you're going through." Harry told her, she looked up at him and into his green eyes.
She nodded. "I vowed to stop this curse before it hurt anyone else, like it did my parents, but I need your help to discover the meaning of the prophecy."
Harry didn't need to ask any more questions, not of Naquila or himself. Her eyes told him everything of the pain she was going through and the help she required. "I'd be heartless not to help you." Harry answered sincerely. "What must I do?" he asked.
"I know of nothing right now that you could assist me with. I just need to know that when the time comes for me to ask for your aid that you shall be there. You must be ready to leave at any given moment and keep a sharp eye for any signs." Naquila told him. "The council still knows little of the journey that lies ahead, but when I have information to give I will return to you. Now I must go, that is all I have to say for now." she said and turned to Harry's window.
"Wait, when will I know? How will I know?" Harry asked quickly. His mind was still confused with all this information being spoken to him.
Naquila turned back to him and smiled. "You will know, and I will return in time. Be patient Harry, for only time will tell." She said and once again turned back to the window in which she flew out of.
Harry ran to the window. "When will I see you again?" He called out. Inside he knew he wished she could have stayed longer. He would have liked to have learned more about her.
"Soon" Naquila called back. "You'll get to know me in good time Harry!" she added. "Oh wait! I almost forgot!" She flew back quickly.
Harry stood in the window, gazing over the entirety of the beautiful creature that flew in front of his window. His heart started beating faster in his chest.
"Happy Birthday Harry" Naquila smiled shyly and handed him something.
He took the small gift. "Thanks." Harry exclaimed. He'd never gotten a special gift from anyone. He looked at what Naquila had given him. It was a dark brown band trimmed with gold and hooked on was a small silver circle ring. Within the ring was a very interesting looking symbol. It was V-shaped with a mirror V facing down and three interlinked circles, red in colour, in the middle.
"Naquila, this is…wow thanks so much." Harry smiled. His eyes now seemed to have a sparkle to them. He felt truly happy that someone cared.
"Keep it close to you." Naquila said, blushing slightly. "I have to go now. Bye Harry!" she said and she flew off.
She's sweet and beautiful. Harry thought, still smiling at Naquila flying off in the distance.
"Thank you Harry!" Naquila called back!
She really can read my thoughts! Harry thought in amazement. He smiled then closed his window and lay back in his bed with many new things to think about. He smiled lightly then closed his eyes, drifting off into a deep sleep. He slept peacefully that night, with one certain Kirnsa on his mind.