Harry awoke after a few hours of oddly peaceful rest, bereft of its usual nightmares which had haunted his sleep with more frequency than usual since the incident in the department of mysteries. Stretching his arms and yawning, in mid stretch he gasped, realizing as he looked around that he was no longer in his bedroom at the Dursley's, or in England for that matter, but in a strange sheltered clearing that did not seem to be earthly. Harry lay cushioned upon soft green aromatic grass lightly shaded from the gentle golden light that saturated everything it touched with a odd glow, there was no sun and the light had no distinguishable source. As he looked around he noticed that the clearing he currently resided in was ringed by gargantuan trees cloaked in a shimmering silver bark, whose ancient aura foretold a long life full of wisdom and a strange sentient air an uncanny intelligence, their golden veined leaves rustled in a nonexistent wind. As he looked closer he noticed large narrow stone obelisks that were etched with black runes and hieroglyphics that hummed with power, twelve cylinders to be exact all evenly interspaced, with himself in the center laying beside Loony Lovegood.
WHAT! Why was she here? His being here was odd enough but to be stranded in some bizarre place with the craziest girl in Hogwarts, the world couldn't get any stranger he thought. He looked down unto her sleeping figure, she looked peaceful sleeping, not gazing unblinkingly with her large frog like eyes spouting nonsense about crinkle boned snorkaks or other ludicrous things that didn't exist or defied probability, no she lay calmly and appeared almost normal her small figure deep in the bluish green grass, her breath rising an falling with regular intervals, her waist length dirty blonde hair strewn haphazardly about her, even though she was dressed in florescent green pyjamas emblazoned with strange creatures that could only be snorkaks, and emitting a strong aura of dottiness even whilst she slept Harry couldn't help but consider her somewhat pretty in a odd way, her own way. Shaking himself out of that tangent he would only draw more slander from the mindless mass that was the wizarding public if he liked such a 'unique' girl, which he didn't he reassured himself his previous thoughts were the by-product of not enough sleep the past week.
The department of mysteries, however much he tried to keep his thoughts away from that blunder his mind inadvertently continued scan, and analyze what he did wrong and the guilt he felt for his brash Gryffindor stupidity soured his innards. His godfather who he never got a chance to know had died and with him went hopes for a better life away from the Dursley's, he didn't feel grief of the death of a treasured loved one, but more the regret of never getting to know him, just like his parents.
Sighing he drifted away from the past and back to the present, and the situation on hand. As if on cue a trio of ethereal figures floated from the trees. The beings were dressed in shimmering gossamer robes, there bluish hair trailed behind them in the same nonexistent wind as the trees which added to enhance their otherworldliness (snorting to himself Harry thought it probably did) their features were far to fine to ever grace a human were somewhat aristocratic in nature leading him to think of the elves from the lord of the rings a delicate beauty no mortal could surpass even though their skin had a slightly blue or was it silvery tint it was hard to tell it seemed to subtly change in the varying light beneath the trees. The calmness there presence brought allayed any fears of their being a threat. They were in front of him now hair flapping behind and everything.
Finally one spoke in a deep guttural accent that seamed to come from every where even though none of their mouths moved. "Greetings oh chosen one thou hast cometh before us at last, oh one graced by fate the time of thy radiance is upon thy world of darkness or light it matters not, accept thy fate oh chosen one lest the life blood of thy planet cease to flow and all life shall fail in its ceasing." The beings seemed to be waiting for something, then finally with a slight touch of impatience laced in its voice "speak thy answer oh chosen one, time is of the essence speak thy answer and receive upon thy being thy birthright."
Harry shocked tried stuttering a few words but nothing seemed to come out coherently, finally after drawing several calming breaths Harry answered…..
I apologize for the long wait for an update, the story has changed drastically from what I first planned, I can't stay serious with this monstrosity beware many ludicrous things are about to happen, oh yes I intend to change the anonymous reviewer thing, needless to say no more posting stories at three in the morning, and then word decide to pull crazy shit that can't seem to be fixed and non of my writings in progress could be touched in any way stupid edit lock and non existant mother files or what ever that crap is damn it bah enough of that well any way next chapter should be done in a week.