Chapter nine: Always the brother
Harry blinked open his eyes finding his gaze locked on a star-filled night sky. He stared at the sky in confusion for a moment to try to recall how he wound up outside the castle. Though soon as his thoughts flew to the castle he rocketed himself upward into a sitting fashion, his hands diving into his robes for was wand until the sound of softly chuckling reached his ears causing his eyes to snap forward. Instantly zeroing one the two woman who sat across from him, Helga holding his wand in her hand with a smirk written on her face. Harry sneered at the two, he could find his way out of this one, he just needed to think of a way to get his wand from Helga. Holding back his actions until he figured that out he decided to buy himself some time.
"So what do you what from me?" He said in a even tone as his eyes watched the two older woman in front of him. Rowena brushing off her robes some as she sat cross legged in the grass.
"To help you young one. Just as before you attacked us." She said in a warm tone, happiness dancing in her eyes as she watched him. "Where did you master the pen point craft?" She asked in highly excited tone to Harry causing him to inch back in the grass slightly.
"I learned it from my mother." Harry replied, his brow furrowed. The pen point craft was said to make your spells impossible to shield against by magical means. "How did you manage to block it?" Harry asked hoping to find a way to counteract her actions to make sure it near happened again. He couldn't afford to have his spells blocked in a duel he might not wake up from after words.
"I blocked it for two reasons" She said with smiling to him. "One of which was because a double shield can counter its effects, and second is because I developed the technique myself. I would be a fool to fall to my own inventions." She said with a small laugh to Harry, who's eyebrows were in danger of vanishing into his hair as he raised them so high. His mother told him that the inventor of their technique was also the founder of their line, and here she was not standing but three feet in front of him. Harry's once guarded expression dropping as he leaned forward, one of the founders for his family had been a one of the greatest witches ever.
"You developed it? How long did it take? What methods did you use to create it?" Harry asked in a rapid succession grinning like a fool. If he knew what compents made up the ability then he could devise a way to improve it. And while Rowena nearly squeaked with delight Helga cringed greatly and flinched away from the two.
"He certainly is your grandson Rowena." She said in horror as the two began to dip deep into conversation about the ability. Harry finding out it took her the better of three years to develop and that she combined double spelling and power surpression to get her desired effect. The information throwing Harry for a loop because power surpression was a difficult spell to place on a person and dangerous as well. For while it surpressed the magic to a point where it doubled with each use, the user also held the risk of their magic becoming wild and destroying them and anyone around them.
"That's amazing, who placed the charm on you? Your husband? Who was he?" Harry said with the same grin, though Rowena raised an eyebrow and looked at Helga who shook her head softly, confusing Harry.
"Yes my mate did place the charm on me." Rowena replied standing up and walking over to Rowena and kissing her softly on the lips. "But it was a her." She finished, wrapping her arms around Helga's waste and looking down at Harry. Harry watching the two of them with an open mouth, though it closed quickly as he tired to develop a answer to just how two women could reproduce, the furrowed brow of his thinking giving Rowena an impression of what he was thinking.
"It was a potion young one." Helga replied looking down at him too. "It made it possible for a child to be born out of blood and magic, though it wasn't without its side effects." She finished pulling herself from Rowena and kneeling in front of Harry, who stared at her in confusion for a second then to Rowena. Looking from one woman to the other a thought snapped in his head as he looked into their eyes, blue and red. It made purple.
"So that's why my eyes are this color." He said pointing to his violet eyes, as the two nodded. "Your mixing magic showed itself the same way your magic shows in yours. Eye color." He finished earning a smile from Rowena who too kneeled in front of him, stroking his cheek softly.
"Correct young one, but there was another side effect." She said in a sad tone. "Our magic could only be passed down in females, and because of that both of our lines died out into other lines." She said sadly letting a few tears fall, and sending Harry's mind into over drive again. So that's why mother is the only one with purple eyes. Because the magic would only go the heir of the line, and since it couldn't pass to the male it went to oldest female. But if that's true then, how is it possible that I have purple eyes.
"If what you are saying is true, then how come I have purple eyes." Harry said with a frown as he stared at the two of them. Hegla taking her turn to speak to him now.
"When the potion was finished, a prophecy was made by a powerful seer. And in it, it said that only a boy with a mother, that had not birthed him from the womb would break the chain." Helga said softly, causing Harry to recall the words from the beginning of the book that had appeared to him. Child to a mother but not born from the womb. Flashing in his mind quickly, as he shook his head clear of the thought. "We were hoping you could explain that part to us, how is it you are from our line but not of it?" She aske making her own brows furrowed.
"I had run away from my first family," Harry said darkly, fighting down both the pain and the rage he felt swelling inside of him. "And my mother found me there, and she took care of me when no one else would." He replied no longer feeling the pain from Lily but the love of his real mother in his heart. "See gave her blood and magic to me, and expelled the Evan's blood from me." He said turning his eyes back up to them, both of them nodding in return.
"Thank you young one, that helps us alot." Rowena said giving Harry a warm hug, and kissing him softly on the cheek. "But now it is time for you to return to your own time. The magic is nearly spent for today, remember our spell will only keep you here for a maxium of six hours before it runs out. It recharges at every midnight." She said standing up and letting Helga replace her warmth with a second hug and kiss.
"You can come everyday, as long as you leave the spell before six hours is up. Only two will have passed in your time, so keep that in mind too young one." Helga said lifting him to his feet as she stood. Though before Harry could respond to either of them he felt a strong pull to his naval, and before he could blink he was back at the walls of the court yard.
"Ok, time traveling book." Harry said looking down at the book with a grin, placing it back under his arms. "I'll show this to mother at christmas." He mused to himself as he began to stand, though stopped himself when he heard a soft weeping. Harry checking around quickly for the source, seeing no one in the corridor with him, he stood and looked into the court yard. And sure enough there was a figure leaning on a one of the large fountains crying freely, bathed in the light of the moon. Part of Harry was telling to high tail it out of there, and that he wasn't his problem. But something about the figure had a larger part telling him to find out what the problem was.
"Bloody Potter genes." He muttered under his breath placing his book to the ground before hopping the small stone ledge, and making his way over to the person. The sound of his approaching causing the figure to straighten and whip around, wand pointed directly at his chest by a crying Cho Chang. Harry stared at her with sorrow in his eyes now as he looked into the stricken brown eyes of the girl.
"What's the matter Cho?" Harry said in a concerned tone, watching as the girl dropped her wand and turned back to the fountain. Harry quickly closing the space between them and placing his hand on her shoulder.
"I'm alone." She said through tears turning around and crying onto his chest, getting the front of his robes wet with her tears. "My mother and father are in azakaban soulless, and the rest of my family as disowned me." She said crying harder onto him, Harry feeling an emotion he had never felt before swell in his chest. And before he knew it he was hugging her as tight as he could, afraid to let her go. The sudden action causing the girl to stop her crying and look up at him in confusion.
"You're not alone, I'll protect you." Harry vowed still unsure of what he was doing as he held the girl close to him. "You'll never be alone, I promise you." He declared into the night air, he knew how much it hurt to think that you were alone in the world with no one to turn to. And he wasn't about to let something like that happen to another child, not if he had the power to stop it.
"Thank you." Cho said crying again, though this time Harry was sure it was tears of happiness as she threw her arms around him right back. The result a white light incased the two of them and lifted them into the air as they clung to each other. Harry watching in slow motion as memories flashed in front of his eyes that were not his own. He watched the struggles of a younger Cho washing before him, certain that the same was happening to her. And before they touched the ground again he knew everything that ever happened to her and her him. Harry pulled back from her to stare into her eyes again, though this time they held specks of violet within the dark brown.
"Wait until I tell mom I'm bringing home a big sister."
Hey there,
Not much longer from the last chapter, but this is leading up to a bigger chapter. And I told you people this wasn't going to be a H/CC story. And also I'm thinking of opening a yahoo group for my stories, what do you guys think?
Leon