Chapter 5

The sand was golden and warm, it felt nice to walk barefooted, and, unlike the sand at a beach, there were no rocks or shells to hurt him as he walked. Harry looked at the golden sand; not all of it was gold. In fact, it didn't seem to be gold at all, just an intense white that was glowing and reflecting a golden light. Harry smiled as he looked at the glowing white sand. It was, for lack of a better word, magical. He could sense the power radiating off of it and moving through him, and the feeling was spectacular. Harry gazed further out into the sand to look at it, and it appeared to stretch for as far as the eye could see. It was all so simply beautiful. Harry didn't know how he got were he was, but he didn't care. He felt as if he could forget all his troubles here. He could forget his past, he could forget who he was to himself and the magical world, he could forget where he was from and why he was there, and, most importantly, he could forget his future.

Harry walked a while, exploring this new and wonderful world. There were no mountains in the distance, so the sunset was unblocked and immaculate, and what a sunset it was. Shades of gold, blazing reds, soothing oranges, delicate yellows, exquisite pinks, and wisps of white decorated the sky. The sun itself was a roaring ball of red fire sitting on the edge of the horizon. It was amazing. Harry didn't know how long he walked, but he didn't even care. His feet didn't hurt, and he wasn't tired. He felt better than he had ever felt in his whole life. Laughing, Harry fell to the ground where he could be more comfortable while the laughter escaped his mouth. His laughter was carefree and joyful; he didn't want to leave this place, ever, wherever he was, it was too amazing. He could feel the warmth form the sand through his clothes, which consisted of loose and breezy pants of a black silk that caressed his slightly muscled legs. His shirt was also loose and breezy, like his pants, but was white instead and had a large split down the middle, forming an open V on his shirt, showing off his slightly tanned skin. Everything felt good to Harry. Sighing, He placed his arms beneath his head to make a pillow of sorts and closed his eyes. He could stay here forever; he wanted to stay here forever. He had no intentions of returning to his life of pain.

Harry didn't know how long he laid there with his eyes half closed, but all he knew was that he could suddenly hear the voices of approaching people. He closed his eyes all the way, not wanting to greet these intruders, wishing they would go away.

"I told that he was here." One of the intruders said, male by the sound of it.

"That you did, we are sorry that we doubted you." Female this time and familiar, their voices sounded familiar. Harry waited as they talked about him, for there was no doubt in his mind that they were talking about him. Harry listened as they walked toward him. Now that they were closer, he could tell that there were three people. Something told him that they didn't belong in this world. Harry could sense their…energy, he supposed, because whatever he was feeling wasn't magic at all. They stopped by his head, and he could feel them as they stared at him. He really hated it when people started at him, and he wanted them to stop staring and leave. This was his paradise, and they were ruining it.

"Young one, you must wake up." That voice, and the others, they were so familiar to him; why did they sound so familiar to him? Harry opened his eyes and looked into three identical pair of eyes. It was like looking into molten amber. It was beautiful and disturbing at the same time. The female was standing just above his head, looking down at him, while the two males stood at the other side of his head doing the same, forming a triangle in the process. The female had an oval face with soft freckles dancing across the bridge of her nose and the high of her cheeks, her face had a cascade of long, thick, tight red curls, and her large eyes were tilted on the end and framed by thick red lashes. She was beautiful, simply put. The man standing to the right of Harry's head was taller than the women. His body was lean and muscular, his eyes were identical to the woman's, and his spiked blonde hair glistened in the light. The man to Harry's left towered over the other two. His body was more muscular and wider, also; his eyes were like molten amber but also frozen ice, an eerie combination, and his mouth was set in a hard line reminiscent of Professor McGonagall's. His black hair fell to his shoulders, and at his temple it was colored white, suggesting that he was older than he looked at first glance.

They were all dressed similar to Harry except in different colors. The women wore red and gold, while the younger man wore silver and white, and the older one wore just plain black.

"Who are you?" The three people gave him identical surprised looks. Harry couldn't fathom why.

The women looked at him hesitantly, "Do you not recognize us?" Harry stared at them for bit. Only their eyes seemed familiar to him, and then only vaguely. Other than that, he didn't recognize them from anywhere that he should know of.

"Should I know you?" Harry was baffled as the young male smiled, the female frowned, and the expression on the older male didn't change at all.

"I think you should know us," the younger male was speaking now, "since you were there when we were created, and when we judged you, and hatched!" The smile on his face widened, and it took Harry a bit to understand what he was implying. When he did, his eyes grew wide and he scrambled to his feet.

"No way," Harry started to back up from the three people standing in front of him. He now knew why those eyes looked so familiar. "No way, this is not happening, no bloody way in hell is this happening!" Harry paced back and forth, every once in while looking up at the three people and mumbling incoherent words. Harry threw his hands up and the air and yelled, "WHY ME! WHAT DID I EVER DO TO DESERVIE THIS! WHY?" Harry stomped up to the three people and pointed a finger at first the women. "Let me guess. You are the snake," she nodded, "and you," Harry pointed to the younger man, "are the dragon." He received a nod again, "and last but not least, you're the phoenix." The old man gave a slight nod in his direction in acknowledgement. Harry glared at them.
"I hate you."