Author's note...
Hi people, it's me again. Sorry about this but I'm changing the
entire thing. It's really different now that I've read the 5th
book. So even if you've read the 1st chapter already, it's
changed. REALLY changed. Once again, if you review with a
question I will try to answer it. And also all references to the
Lord of the rings, the Tamora Pierce books (any of them), The
Unicorns of Balanor, and to Harry Potter, belong to those
authors and not me. And if I've missed any, then they belong to
that author. Got it? Good. Now... The story begins...
Chapter 1 A New Home
It was a cool, calm, July night. There were no lights but the street lights, except for at the top left window at number 4, privet drive. Staring out that window was a boy. He had untidy black hair, and glasses that concealed brilliant green eyes. The boy's name was Harry Potter. He was strange in many ways, but what was currently the strangest was the fact that it was nearly two in the morning and he was awake and staring out his window.
There was a light hoot and he looked over. "Hedwig, I can't. I know you want me to turn that light off but I can't. I'm really sorry, but if I do, I might fall asleep. I really don't want to have any more of those dreams." He told her, and then sighed. The dreams, which had been coming since shortly after his sixteenth birthday, were the oddest thing that had happened to him yet. If only Sirius were still alive, he could talk to him.. No. Harry thought firmly, pushing any thought of his dead godfather out of his mind. I am not going to think about him.
But still, he had to tell someone, someone who would understand, someone who might be able to tell him what they ment. Then it hit him, Dumbledore. He would write Dumbledore. But he had to be careful what he put in writing, better to make things sound simple, just say non-interesting stuff, REALLY non-interesting stuff. "Alright, Hedwig, you'll need to find someone for this 'cause I don't know where he lives. Okay?"
She hooted and hopped from foot to foot as he wrote.
Dear Professor Dumbledore,
Hi. It's Harry. I've been having some weird dreams again. Weirder than last time, and much less helpful. Oh, and they're not about Voldemort. They're about I-don't-know-what and it's really confusing. They've been coming since my twelfth birthday. We need to talk, and soon.
From
Harry
"Okay, Hedwig. Take this to Dumbledore alright? And please hurry."
She hooted at him and flew off, wings swooshing in the night air. Harry watched her go with a sense of foreboding. Then he flopped into bed, and waited for the dreams to start.
{It had gotten to a point where he knew what was going to happen. He was hurtling through air, surrounded by light. All around him people were shouting and yelling, but he did not hear them. Waves of feeling washed over him, other people's feelings. He didn't notice, nor did he notice the voices screaming in his head. All he saw was one, young girl.
She was standing next to him, but looking the other way. Her copper chestnut hair was whipping around her, as if there was a strong wind flowing through their little bubble of light. All at once she spun around to face him, her violet eyes wide. She was beautiful, the picture of perfection. But she was powerful, he could feel that, too. Being beautiful and dangerous was often a deadly combination. But now that beauty was ever so slightly lessened by the anger and fear surging through her.
"Harry?"
"I'm fine."
"No, you're not. None of us are. Peregin!"
He whirled around to discover that five of their company had vanished.
"Oh no. Oh nonononoNO!"
"lissa, calm dow-"
"ABSELOUTLY NOT! I will NOT calm down! A-All the elementals are g-gone now a-and I d-don't know wh-what t-to do!" She was crying now, and he tried to comfort her. "We'll be fine. This isn't forever. She doesn't have that much power."
"But sh-she can s-still send u-us down f-for a m-mortal lifetime! She c-could b-be sending us t-to d-different worlds. M- Maybe even d-different realms!"
"Exactly. She could. She might no-"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" He spun from the girl. A blond boy standing about two feet away from him had screamed. The boy was pale and his blue eyes were bright with tears. His hair was falling into his face but he was ignoring it. The boy was kneeling in front of the light wall, hands pressed against it. On the other side, a girl was also kneeling in front of it. Both of them had a shiny new scar on their right wrist. He didn't catch much else before the girl and her four companions vanished. "Sandry!" the boy almost whispered. "Sandry?" Then, "I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS HERA!!"
The air around them was suddenly filled with malicious laughter. On impulse, he looked up. Slowly, but surely, the light between him and the girl was pinching together.
"No. NO!!" she yelled, moving forward.
"Elissa! Don't!" He yelled back, but it was too late. The light slammed in between them and the girl fell back, unconscious.
Then he was falling through air, alone, surrounded by the same fatal light. The world was getting larger and larger. He was just a baby, no more than a few months old. He skimmed past a sign post, too fast for him to read it. Then he slammed into pavement..}
Harry woke from the dream with a yell, and sat up. Then lay back down. "Why me?" he asked the ceiling. Naturally, it didn't answer.
If only Sirius was still alive...
"BOY! Get down here and make breakfast! NOW!!"
"Yes, Uncle Vernon." He yelled back down. Then got up, got dressed, and trotted down the stairs.
They were eating their eggs and toast when the doorbell rang. Uncle Vernon scowled at Harry as though this was his fault and went to open the door. Only Aunt Petunia seemed to be expecting someone. She instantly got up and went upstairs, coming down a few minutes later with a small vial.
Meanwhile, Uncle Vernon was arguing in low tones with whoever was at the door. Aunt Petunia walked towards the voices and beckoned for Harry to follow.
When they got to the front door, it was impossible for Harry to see who was there because Uncle Vernon's bulk was blocking the way. But after listening for a minute, Harry got an idea of who it was.
"NO! we are not housing ANY of YOUR KIND! NONE ! Go AWAY! And don't you come near my family!"
Harry shouldered his way past his Aunt and Uncle. "Professor Lupin!" he said gleefully. "Hi! How is everyone and why-"
"I am here to take you away. Go get all your things. Everything you own and come down here quick. Ah. Petunia. You have.."
Harry didn't hear the rest as he was dashing up the stairs two at a time. Once in his room he threw all of his stuff into his Hogwarts trunk and double checked the room for anything else. Then he grabbed the trunk and cage and raced down the stairs again.
When he got there Uncle Vernon was looking thunderstruck, Aunt Petunia was pale, and Lupin looked very pleased. "Harry. There you are. Now then, come on. I set up a portal so that when we step through this door we'll be where you're going to be living. Come on now!"
Harry took a firmer grasp on his trunk and stepped through the door with Lupin. The next moment, he was standing in a dark dusty hallway, though not as dusty as he remembered. The curtained portrait was gone, but Harry still recognized the place. A large lump grew in his throat, and he looked at his feet.
"Come on, Harry. There's a surprise.'
Lupin took him by his shoulders and propelled him into the kitchen. It was brighter here, but Harry still didn't look up. Then a voice he knew very, very well said "Oh, come off it, Harry. Look up."
He froze. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion as he looked up. "It cannot be." Harry whispered.
For sitting at the table, grinning at him, was his godfather, Sirius Black.
Chapter 1 A New Home
It was a cool, calm, July night. There were no lights but the street lights, except for at the top left window at number 4, privet drive. Staring out that window was a boy. He had untidy black hair, and glasses that concealed brilliant green eyes. The boy's name was Harry Potter. He was strange in many ways, but what was currently the strangest was the fact that it was nearly two in the morning and he was awake and staring out his window.
There was a light hoot and he looked over. "Hedwig, I can't. I know you want me to turn that light off but I can't. I'm really sorry, but if I do, I might fall asleep. I really don't want to have any more of those dreams." He told her, and then sighed. The dreams, which had been coming since shortly after his sixteenth birthday, were the oddest thing that had happened to him yet. If only Sirius were still alive, he could talk to him.. No. Harry thought firmly, pushing any thought of his dead godfather out of his mind. I am not going to think about him.
But still, he had to tell someone, someone who would understand, someone who might be able to tell him what they ment. Then it hit him, Dumbledore. He would write Dumbledore. But he had to be careful what he put in writing, better to make things sound simple, just say non-interesting stuff, REALLY non-interesting stuff. "Alright, Hedwig, you'll need to find someone for this 'cause I don't know where he lives. Okay?"
She hooted and hopped from foot to foot as he wrote.
Dear Professor Dumbledore,
Hi. It's Harry. I've been having some weird dreams again. Weirder than last time, and much less helpful. Oh, and they're not about Voldemort. They're about I-don't-know-what and it's really confusing. They've been coming since my twelfth birthday. We need to talk, and soon.
From
Harry
"Okay, Hedwig. Take this to Dumbledore alright? And please hurry."
She hooted at him and flew off, wings swooshing in the night air. Harry watched her go with a sense of foreboding. Then he flopped into bed, and waited for the dreams to start.
{It had gotten to a point where he knew what was going to happen. He was hurtling through air, surrounded by light. All around him people were shouting and yelling, but he did not hear them. Waves of feeling washed over him, other people's feelings. He didn't notice, nor did he notice the voices screaming in his head. All he saw was one, young girl.
She was standing next to him, but looking the other way. Her copper chestnut hair was whipping around her, as if there was a strong wind flowing through their little bubble of light. All at once she spun around to face him, her violet eyes wide. She was beautiful, the picture of perfection. But she was powerful, he could feel that, too. Being beautiful and dangerous was often a deadly combination. But now that beauty was ever so slightly lessened by the anger and fear surging through her.
"Harry?"
"I'm fine."
"No, you're not. None of us are. Peregin!"
He whirled around to discover that five of their company had vanished.
"Oh no. Oh nonononoNO!"
"lissa, calm dow-"
"ABSELOUTLY NOT! I will NOT calm down! A-All the elementals are g-gone now a-and I d-don't know wh-what t-to do!" She was crying now, and he tried to comfort her. "We'll be fine. This isn't forever. She doesn't have that much power."
"But sh-she can s-still send u-us down f-for a m-mortal lifetime! She c-could b-be sending us t-to d-different worlds. M- Maybe even d-different realms!"
"Exactly. She could. She might no-"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" He spun from the girl. A blond boy standing about two feet away from him had screamed. The boy was pale and his blue eyes were bright with tears. His hair was falling into his face but he was ignoring it. The boy was kneeling in front of the light wall, hands pressed against it. On the other side, a girl was also kneeling in front of it. Both of them had a shiny new scar on their right wrist. He didn't catch much else before the girl and her four companions vanished. "Sandry!" the boy almost whispered. "Sandry?" Then, "I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS HERA!!"
The air around them was suddenly filled with malicious laughter. On impulse, he looked up. Slowly, but surely, the light between him and the girl was pinching together.
"No. NO!!" she yelled, moving forward.
"Elissa! Don't!" He yelled back, but it was too late. The light slammed in between them and the girl fell back, unconscious.
Then he was falling through air, alone, surrounded by the same fatal light. The world was getting larger and larger. He was just a baby, no more than a few months old. He skimmed past a sign post, too fast for him to read it. Then he slammed into pavement..}
Harry woke from the dream with a yell, and sat up. Then lay back down. "Why me?" he asked the ceiling. Naturally, it didn't answer.
If only Sirius was still alive...
"BOY! Get down here and make breakfast! NOW!!"
"Yes, Uncle Vernon." He yelled back down. Then got up, got dressed, and trotted down the stairs.
They were eating their eggs and toast when the doorbell rang. Uncle Vernon scowled at Harry as though this was his fault and went to open the door. Only Aunt Petunia seemed to be expecting someone. She instantly got up and went upstairs, coming down a few minutes later with a small vial.
Meanwhile, Uncle Vernon was arguing in low tones with whoever was at the door. Aunt Petunia walked towards the voices and beckoned for Harry to follow.
When they got to the front door, it was impossible for Harry to see who was there because Uncle Vernon's bulk was blocking the way. But after listening for a minute, Harry got an idea of who it was.
"NO! we are not housing ANY of YOUR KIND! NONE ! Go AWAY! And don't you come near my family!"
Harry shouldered his way past his Aunt and Uncle. "Professor Lupin!" he said gleefully. "Hi! How is everyone and why-"
"I am here to take you away. Go get all your things. Everything you own and come down here quick. Ah. Petunia. You have.."
Harry didn't hear the rest as he was dashing up the stairs two at a time. Once in his room he threw all of his stuff into his Hogwarts trunk and double checked the room for anything else. Then he grabbed the trunk and cage and raced down the stairs again.
When he got there Uncle Vernon was looking thunderstruck, Aunt Petunia was pale, and Lupin looked very pleased. "Harry. There you are. Now then, come on. I set up a portal so that when we step through this door we'll be where you're going to be living. Come on now!"
Harry took a firmer grasp on his trunk and stepped through the door with Lupin. The next moment, he was standing in a dark dusty hallway, though not as dusty as he remembered. The curtained portrait was gone, but Harry still recognized the place. A large lump grew in his throat, and he looked at his feet.
"Come on, Harry. There's a surprise.'
Lupin took him by his shoulders and propelled him into the kitchen. It was brighter here, but Harry still didn't look up. Then a voice he knew very, very well said "Oh, come off it, Harry. Look up."
He froze. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion as he looked up. "It cannot be." Harry whispered.
For sitting at the table, grinning at him, was his godfather, Sirius Black.