The Order of the Emeralds 5
Disclaimer: I wish I could say I own Harry Potter and everything that implies but I don't, sorry.
Also sorry I took so long to update, I just had an entire pile of mock tests to do and even now I should be doing my English homework…Oh well
"Let me get this straight…whilst I was battling in my head, my mate went through an N-B?" All present nodded fearfully "HOLY FUCKING HELL!"
"So this is Godric's Hollow" Harry whispered as he saw the small worn away cottage which was surprisingly still standing. He walked to where the door once stood with his two best friends, Ron and Hermione. Harry smiled fondly as he remembered the 'trick' him and Ginny had played on them a week before Bill and Fleur's wedding… suffice to say each had a date. Hermione had also revealed herself as a nymph /witch, Ron was secretly ecstatic since it was a common fact nymph's could reproduce without pain and pregnancy was cut in half.
Harry was extremely happy for them but couldn't help feeling he had forgotten something important. He shrugged it off and entered the house in which his parents spent their final days. He was in for a pleasant surprise however when, instead of the scent of death he had been expecting he felt…belonging…happiness…love. The cottage was at its fullest beauty. The colours were simple dark red and gold. It gave the home a feeling of cosiness and homeliness.
Suddenly a house elf popped in.
"Master Harry! Be it you?"
Harry nodded uncertainly. The elf squealed, as its eyes grew larger. "Master Harry! Master Harry! I am Thinky sir!" Harry took this opportunity to look through rally confused.
"My parents didn't have a house elf" Thinky shook (her?) head.
"Mr. Potter is mistaken. There are twenty house elves in total. Twelve are at Potter Manor, three at Rowena's nest, four at Helga's Hole and one in the Hogwart's kitchen. Oh, and Thinky stays here to clean." Harry had a million questions running through his head. However he chose to leave it for a while. Thinky suddenly exclaimed "Oh! Oh! Sir! Thinky also has things to give you! From Mistress Lily and Mistress Kestrel!" She quickly motioned for Harry to follow her and frankly, he was curious, apparently, so was Hermione and Ron.
He looked around the room Thinky had brought him to. The carpet was a rich silver colour and the walls deep gold. But the colour scheme wasn't what had grabbed Harry's attention; it was the stacks of items in the centre of the room. Thinky pulled Harry's hand that brought him out of his trance and gave him a chance to close his mouth. Thinky handed him a box. It was quite light and he guessed it held paper. He went into the living room and opened the box. He was right, it was full of letters. Harry picked up the first one.
Dear my little Darling Harry,
If you are reading this them it means neither your father nor I are with you any longer. I first wish to say that I love you very much honey.
My second thing I wish to say is hard to write… Harry, you come from a very powerful race, this race has all of the pros of being a nymph, elf, dragon and pretty much every race in the world. Harry, you are my heir, the only one of my children born immortal with the exception of Falcon.
Speaking of Falcon, you must find her for she is in great danger. Her father was a very powerful Dragon-maker that normally went by the name of David Mac Kenzie. His sister was my trainer in the ways. I think they live in Sirenia, it is said to be the most peaceful place on earth and it is considered self-damnation to create pure wrongness there. Falcon is very powerful, except she only has the gifts of healing, Seeing (yes there is such thing as a true seer) and music. She should be easy to find as the Mac Kensies' have held the throne of Sirenia for generations.
Once again my little darling, I love you until all the stars in the sky die out,
Love, your mother, Lily Potter-Evans
P.s. The race I mentioned is called 'Multi-bloods'
When Harry read that last paragraph out he fainted.