Snow protection.
Title: Snow Protection.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter it belongs J K Rowling and whoever else it belongs to. I don't own anything but the plot no breach of copyright intended I'm making no money out of it. Any songs I use belong to the bands/artists not me. I own this flick, the plot, Yuki Tamblin, Mrs Tamblin, Mr Tamblin, Caloris Camillus.
Genre: Supernatural/Action/Adventure/Angst/Romance.
Rating: PG –13 but contains swearing, violence, implied child abuse rape, blood drinking.
Summary: Harry and his friends + Draco go with the Order of the Phoenix to Snowflake Manor. Harry begins to have strange vision/dreams about the white haired boy who use to live there. The Founders and the Tamblin's ancestors created a power and dangerous magical book but which must be found before it falls into Voldemort's hands.
"Talking."
/Dreams or visions./
'Talking in dreams or visions.'
Chapter 1: Snowflake Manor.
The raven-haired teen lay fast asleep in a cocoon of duvets and blankets.
/The white haired child slowly got up. His head was dizzy and light of loss of blood, his normal pale complexion was paler if that was possible, his body ached all over but the blood in his veins was pumping adrenaline through his body he was going to get out of here. He stood up and ran swiftly out of the room and into his own bedroom. He pulled on some comfy black coloured clothes and pulled his snowy-white hair back into a short ponytail.
He turned and began to summon his magic to pack everything he could ever need into a magical hold everything feather-light backpack. He pulled on his long black thick and warm travelling cloak and his backpack and walked out of his room. He walked swiftly to the bathroom where he downed a lid full of painkilling potion.
Then he left the bathroom and began to walk the corridors of his home to find the man who did this to him. He found his Uncle drunk and unconscious on the bed in the gust room. He glared at him then glared at the room around him. He cry silently something he'd learn at and early age. His Uncle was drunk he had no idea what he had been doing or who he had been in the company of at the time.
Anger like liquid fire burning through his veins. He closed his eyes and went with his emotions rather then his mind. He was willing to let his emotions rule his next actions. Wandless magic was always so much stronger when raw emotions were involved. 'Break!' the boy whispered at the window, he had no need from an incantation.
The power of his mind and the strength of his emotions would shatter the glass no problem. The pane of glass in the window shattered as if it had been hit by an invisible fist. The boy smiled. He began to direct his anger at other objects in the room.
The other windows shattered, spilling glass, which glinted like diamonds, all over the carpeted floor. The lamp on the bedside table exploded with a strange loud crackle sound. The bedside table spontaneously combusted leaving a white pile of ash where it had once stood. The wide-screen TV behind the boy exploded but the dangerous fragments never touched the boy they just bounced of an invisible shield of some kind.
The sink in the enjoining bathroom, the porcelain bowl shattered in thousands of fragments, the taps exploded off and were embedded in the ceiling, hot and cold water began to fountain, pouring water all over the tiled floor. The toilet exploded sending more porcelain shards all over the floor. The glass, which made up the shower cracked then, shattered sending more sparkling diamond like fragments all over the floor.
The white haired boy was now standing leaning on the doorframe of the bathroom. He was smiling to himself all this destruction was siphoning off all his dangerous and negative emotions.
He looked up at himself in the bathroom mirror, which spanned a whole wall, he gathered his all his remaining hatred, anger, pain, panic, fear and immense sadness and threw it all at the mirror. It cracked. Then seemed to warp forwards and backwards slightly. Then seemed to explode. Shooting the mirror pieces outwards in all directions. The boy simply directed the mirror pieces towards the wall on the other side of the room, which the mirror pieces where then imbedded into to with the force of a bullet.
With that the white haired boy turned on his heel and left the guestroom all together leaving the destroyed rooms behind him. He walked down the hall throwing open the double doors as he walked down the corridors and out of his house. He stopped to catch his breath and to let his mind catch up with what his emotion wandless magic had done.
He smiled when he saw it was snowing heavily. The snow brought with it a pure silence and divine beauty with it as well as beautiful but deadly icy chill with it. The large white flakes calmed the boy's still lingering emotions. He knew his life in one way was over. He smiled he was going to end it and no one would be able to stop him . . ./
The raven-haired wizard woke which a start. His emerald-green eyes wide with shock and confusion at what he had just seen an eight-year-old boy do without a wand. He was panting like he'd just been running. The emerald-green sixteen-year-old teen pushed his glasses out his nose and looked around him.
His flame-red-haired best friend was asleep in the bed next to his, as well as his best friend's older twin brothers' who also had flame-red hair. He got out of bed and walked softly across the room and opened the curtains. The room was filled with an eerie pale dawn-ish light. The ground was covered in snow just like the Headmaster had always said this manor would always be. Large beautiful snowflakes were falling from the soft grey clouds, which filled the whole sky.
The emerald-eyed wizard turned from the window and walked across the room to the adjoining bathroom. He picked up the glass of the side table next to the sink. He filled the glass with ice cold water. He began to drink slowly. A shiver ran down his back, like someone was watching him. He looked up at the mirror and gasped. According to the mirror image in the mirror there was a white-haired boy, who looked about sixteen or seventeen. He had arctic-blue-eyes and his very straight white-hair fell down to his shoulders.
The emerald-green-eyed wizard spun round and drew his wand. The white-haired teen didn't seem to care that the raven-haired teen had his wand pointed at his chest. The emerald-green-eyed teen put his glass down on the side with out look at it.
"Who are you? And how did you get in here?" the emerald-eyed teen asked.
"You will learn my name if you ask Mr and Mrs Tamblin. As for how I got here in this very bathroom, well I just willed myself here." The white-haired teen said simply.
"Why would Mr and Mrs Tamblin know who you are?" the raven-haired teen asked.
"You ask them and you'll find out." The arctic-blue-eyed teen said.
"Why did you will yourself here?" the emerald-green-eyed teen asked.
"I knew that they were strangers staying here. I sensed you all when you arrived I guess I was just curious that's all." The white-haired teen said.
"How did you sense us?" the raven-haired teen asked.
"I have always been able to sense auras of both Muggles as well Witches and Wizards." The arctic-blue-eyed teen said.
"Why won't you tell me who you are?" the emerald-green-eyed teen asked as he walked over to the other teenager his wand still firmly pointed at him.
"Maybe I don't want you to know what my real name is at the moment but if you must call me something. Then you can call me by my nickname Alban. If you ever want to talk to me or if you want any one to talk to then call out the name Alban and I will try my best to come to you." Alban said softly.
"Okay, Alban, why would I do that?" the raven-haired teen asked.
"I have a feeling you'll want to talk to me after you find out who I really am." Alban said. Then he seemed to just disappear as though he'd never even been there at all. The raven-haired, emerald-green-eyed seventeen-year-old wizard was left staring at where the white-haired, arctic-blue-eyed sixteen or seventeen-year-old teen had been standing.
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