Chapter 1

The sun was out and it wasn't showing any mercy to anyone willing to be outside that day, not that any one was willing to be out there. That includes one Harry Potter, formally known in the wizarding world as The-Boy-Who-Lived. Harry would rather be any where than where he was; at that moment, unfortunately for him, he did not have that choice. Harry grunted as he tried to pull another weed from his Aunt Petunia's flower bed-this one was as stubborn as its brothers and sisters that he had already pulled. Sweat pooled off his face as he tugged at the weed, and the heat radiating from the sun was making everything worse as it beat on his skin. It just made him more light-headed and tired, but he was determined to pull that one stubborn weed. As Harry tangoed with the weed he felt it bite into his skin. He was tugging at the weed for one thing: he had learned that a bit of hard work kept his mind off of what had happened at the Ministry of Magic. Harry tugged harder at the weed.

Harry had taken everything the Dursleys had thrown at him without complaint, it kept his mind busy and the hard work was paying off. Although he was still short, he was no longer the skinny, wiry teen he was when he left Hogwarts. He was still undernourished and on the skinny side, but no one could really tell unless they were looking hard at him. His body was covered with smooth, small muscles, but not overly done; giving him a nimble look which suited him fine. Harry cursed as he tugged harder on the weed. What was with this one weed, why couldn't he pull it? Irritated, he wrapped his right hand around the top of the weed and his left around the base and tugged. Sweat fell from his face and dampened his already wet T-shirt. The weed's blades sliced into his skin until his hands were dripping blood. What Harry didn't notice was that the blood that fell from his hands glowed silver and white, like unicorn blood. His shirt was now soaked with sweat, but he didn't care; he was determined to pull the weed from the ground. It wasn't really the weed that he was trying to get rid of but the symbols it represented; Sirius, Voldemort, Snape, Dumbledore, Hogwarts, the Dursleys- all in all, that one weed represented everything that had went bad in his life. Tears fell down his face when he thought of Sirius. He should have been alive, he should have never died, never been sent to Azkaban. With one last gasp, Harry pulled the weed from the ground and fell back a few feet. What appeared to be an egg was tangled in the roots of the stubborn weed, and silver-white blood had soaked the ground around the weed and covered the egg.

Harry ignored the pain in his hands and gently lifted the egg. As he observed the object, he saw that it was embedded with tiny diamonds. He tenderly removed the weed's roots from the egg. It felt fragile as he rolled the oval-shaped jewel in his hands. He pressed one of his fingers into the shell, and as he did so, the shell seemed to bend to his will. A little a dent appeared when he lifted his finger. Fascinated, Harry watched as the dent disappeared before his eyes as if the egg was made of sponge. He placed a curious finger on the shell again and pressed, but, to his amazement, he couldn't get another dent on the egg's surface. It seemed that the egg adapted to whatever happened to it. Very handy for an egg, Harry thought. He continued to stare at the egg, for how long he couldn't really say. It seemed to soak his blood right into the shell, and a white light glowed before the dimming and disappearing completely. Where the shell once was white was now silver; it was no bigger than his palm. Awed, Harry continued to examine the egg; he didn't have a clue as to what animal could possibly lay an egg like this. Holding it, he felt a sort of rightness, a connection he supposed, between him and whatever resided in the egg. He hesitated before placing the egg gently into his pocket. He quickly scooped up the dirt that had been stained with his blood and packed it into his pocket with the egg and shoved the weed that held the egg into his other pocket.

Moving carefully, he placed the other weeds he had pulled earlier that day into a garbage bag and dragged them to the front of the house and threw them away. Harry walked back into the house when, really wanting to run, but he didn't want to raise any kind of suspicion. He walked into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of milk and made a ham and cheese sandwich. After he was finished, he washed his plate and cup and left them to dry in the sink; he didn't want to worry about his Aunt Petunia yelling at him for being in her kitchen. He walked into the living room and past his Uncle Vernon, who was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, and cousin Dudley, who was enthralled with his video game. Neither Dudley nor Vernon saw him, and they likewise didn't see him as he snuck a box out of the hallway closet and dashed back upstairs. Once he reached his room, he closed the door and jammed his chair under the handle. He walked over to his bed, pulled the box from under his arm, and set the box upon down. Once he had the dirt in the box and firmly packed, he made a hole in the dirt large enough for the egg, but still snug. He gently pulled the egg out of his pocket and placed it in the hole. From his other pocket he pulled out the blood-stained weed. He didn't notice that the blood was now its usual red instead of the silver-white color. He placed the weed over the egg and watched in horror and fascination as the roots rewrapped themselves around the egg. Once it seemed that the plant was in a comfortable position, Harry molded dirt around the plant and gently patted it down.

It wasn't until he was done that he realized how filthy he was. Dirt and sweat covered a majority of his body. Sighing, he took an amazingly quick shower learned by years of living with the Dursleys. Harry fell into his bed, exhausted; he was asleep before his head hit his pillow, so he didn't see when the weed gave a faint shudder and silver and gold flowers bloomed all over its branches.

A/N:

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