Harry Potter and the Heavens Curse
Chapter 6: Burning Wish
Fire. That was the only thing Draco could think of as his body started to get it's nerves back. His body felt like it was on fire and his muscles strained to answer his will's commands.
But nothing moved to his commands. It was as if his legs were frozen stiff bt the pain was burning them from the inside.
He openeed his mouth to say something but all he heard was a babies gargle come out of his lips.
His eyes, which had been closed until this point, snapped open at the sound, wondering what had caused that sound to come out of his mouth. Nothing in his immediate vision told him what it was, and franticaly he tried to move his head to see where he was and what made the sound.
His head only moved a few inches left to right as he looked and the only things that entered his vision was the white ceiling he was looking up at and the soft glowing light that was attached to it.
"What is going on here?" Draco thought as he continually tried to move but to no avail.
He gave up a few mintes however and resigned to the fact that he would have to gain whatever strength he had lost in what ever Tiberius had done to him and the other two.
But at dark thoughts suddenly started to enter his mind at exactly who the other two people were, it wondered back into darkness, and he quickly fell asleep.
"Wake up..." a voice called in the darkness.
"Huh... whose there?" Harry called out, not sure if the voice was real.
"I said wake up," the first voice sounded again.
"Ha... Harry is that you?" Hermione's voice called out.
"Ugh... would you two shut up already," Draco's voiced sounded, tired and confusion written within it.
"Stop bickering and wake the hell up you three!" the unknown voice sounded again screaming, the three opeing their eyes suddenly at the intesity.
When they did though, all three looked at each other and then around where they were.
Each of them where in the clothes they had on at the start of year feast, their cloaks wrapped tightly about them. However, were they stood was in absolute darkness except for the circle of light that surrounded them all.
"What the... where hell the am I?" Draco thought, though he noticed his thoughts were echoed throughout the room.
"Like any of us know?" Hermione thought angrily, leveling her glare on the blond. She heard her voice echo like Draco's had but she didn't care as she kept her gaze on the person who had made her and her friends life a living hell for the last 6 years.
"Hey, no fighting," the unknown voice sounded from in between the three, startling them and forcing them too look at where it had come from.
When they did, a figure rose from the lighted floor, dressed much similarly to how Tiberius had been when they had all first met him.
"Who are you?" Harry demanded, reaching for his wand. His body stiffened though when he realized his wand was not in his pocket where he had left it last.
"No need for your wands within your own minds, Harry," the figure said, making Harry look back it with a glare.
"Who are you and how are we in our own minds?" Draco demanded after hearing what the figure had said.
"Just be quiet Draco Malfoy, and for once use what small brain power you have and listen," the figure said harshly as it turned to Draco.
The voice alone had Draco keeping his mouth shut, but almost as a means to make sure he stayed quiet, two dark gold eyes glowed fiercly in the darkness under the cloak.
"Where are we?" Hermione asked, looking around again after the figure had appeared. Nothing had changed and everything was still black around them.
"Like I said, in your own minds. And before you go off on how impossible that sounds, let me point out a few things to you. All of you have been trying to move your bodies and find it near impossible. Except in here, where your body moves as it should," the figure said, and got no reply other than somewhat shocked and bewildered looks.
"Good, it seems like you realize at least that now. But you aren't here just to learn why your bodies aren't functioning properly," the figure said as it turn to look at each one of them slowly.
It started with Draco, seeing as how its eyes were already glaring at him. They then shifted to Hermione, the same fierceness remaining in the eyes but no longer a full bored glare. Hermione coudln't help but tense when she looked into those eyes. But even as the eyes shifted to look at Harry, her tenseness didn't waver.
But as Harry was being looked at by those glowing golden eyes, his own emerlad green eyes glared ten times more fiercly back at him. The golden eyes never relented their own intensity but Harry could feel whoever was the posseser of those eyes shudder a little at the intensity of his own glare.
"How do think you know so much about us?" Harry demanded, his glare never wavering from the figures eyes.
"I don't know a damn thing about any one of you except from Tiberius told me."
"And where is that bastard that did this to us!" Harry spat.
"CALM DOWN!" the figured yelled, his voice resonating in the blackness with intesity. Harry wavered in his stnace a little but did not move nor retort.
"I'm just here to help you at Tiberius' asking. Both him and I are demons of the same nature, but where he sent you, we do not exist yet. The only reason you are seeing me now is becasue of what he did and to explain to why you aren't able to move yet," the figure stated, his voice more reserved now and a lot calmer, as were his eyes.
He looked around at the three again, his eyes now softer and the glow not so intense.
"Why can't we move?" Hermione asked, her voice soft and confused.
"You can't move right now becasue your bodies in truth don't know how to. That is because right now, your bodies have been reverted to when they were that of babies, two month olds to be precise," the figure said and looked back to three to judge their reactions.
Hermione's held shock, Draco, confusion, and Harry had not yet wavered from his glare, though it now was softer than it had been.
"Why are bodies two months old and our minds still the same as they had been?" Draco asked, genuinely confused.
"So you can keep the knowledge of your magic. Listen, you three are were you are to learn. Your knowledge of magic may be limited at this time but you'll understand why Tiberius and I brought you to where you are now. Just trust us please, and we promise that over time, you'll come to understand the what and why fully."
"What's your name?" Harry asked once the figure was done talking.
His head turned to look at the teen, the gold eyes glowing and starring directly into the glaring emerald ones.
"My name truly does not matter for once you three wake up, my existence will only be in your memory. I promise you'll understand in time," the figure said, and as he did the realm of blackness started to flicker.
"Seem's like I don't have a lot time left. Before my existence is gone, I leave one warning with you. Do not let what people say to you judge your actions. There is always someone who will wish not be what they say," the figure said, his eyes leveled completely on Harry as he said this.
But once the words left the figures mouths, the rooms blackness and the one light in the room started to flicker. And as that happened, the figured fadded out of existence and the three felt the back of their minds start to pull them back into their subconscious.
It was some time before Harry woke up again. When he did though, he looked around again and found himself in a crib, like the figure had said.
"Great. Back to being an age where I wished that someone would come and rescue me," he thought as he attempted to move his head. It did not want to move at first but after a few attempts and sheer will power, he was able to work the muscles in his neck to move his head.
Another ten minutes later had the rest of the muscles from his waist up working and he was able to push his body up a bit. From there he willed the rest of his body with great effort to be able to reach up to the side of the crib and pull his body up enough to look over the edge.
When he did though, he saw a very old looking man sitting in a rocking chair, holding a bundle in his arms, and rocking back and forth slightly. The sight of the old man wasn't what made him stare at the old man though, it was the clothing he wore.
He was wearing what looked like a red dress to Harry that had a white tie around the middle. Around his neck was a large white scarf, or so Harry thought, and over his shoulders was a white trench coat.
"Who is this guy?" Harry though as he starred silently at the man. But as he starred though, he noticed there were three other cribs next to the man out of his peripheral vision.
But as he noticed them, it was almost as if it was a que for the old man to move. He stood silently and walked over to one fo the cribs before putting the bundle, another babie Harry thought, possible either Draco or Hermione.
But once the other child was place back into the crib, the man turned to look at Harry as if he could feel his eyes piercing into the man's back.
"Ah, I see one of you three is finally awake," the old man said, his voice soft but still sounding very old.
Harry just starred back at the man with his eyes, a very questioning look in them. The man visibly shivered at the look Harry gave him before chuckling softly.
"The scroll said you and the other two would retain you memories from where ever it is you are from, but that still doesn't mean an old man like myself is used to seeing such piercing eyes coming from the face of a two month old baby," the old man said as he walked up to the crib Harry was in a squatted to be face to face with the boy.
"Can you understand everything I'm saying child?" the man asked, and Harry slowly nodded, since he figured his voice wouldn't work yet.
"So you and the other two have kept your minds then?" the old man questioned.
It was obvious he was asking about Hermione and Draco as well and Harry only nodded again, his eyes never leaving the old man's.
"Well, I guess I will come to know more about you three in time. As for now, this scroll," the old man said, pulling from somewhere the roll of parchment that Gracien had handed to Harry, "informed me of you three. From your eyes I take it you are Harry Potter, the girl is a one Hermione Granger, and the blonde boy is Draco Malfoy?"
Another silent nod from Harry gave the man his answer. At the nod, the man jsut smiled a warm smile that also made Harry feel more relaxed at the moment.
"Well then, Harry, let me be the first to welcome you and your three friends into this place from where ever you came from. This is a village, hidden from many and it's name is Konoha, and I am its leader, the Hokage," the man said and bowed his head slightly to Harry.
The names made Harry wonder more about where extacly he was, but at the same time, he felt more at east now than he ever had before in his entire life. Something about this place, and about this old man, just made him feel at home and right.
Seven years passed very quickly for Harry, Hermione, and Draco. They were taught many things about this new world they were in as well as things they did not now.
First off, they where in a ninja village. When the three had learned that, if they had been able to speak, they would have been speechless. Next was the the people of the village where just recovering from the massive destruction that was caused by a great demon named the Kyuubi no Kitsune. It was unsettling on how they learned the beast was defeated, for the previous Hokage, which they learned was called the Fourth, had had to give his own life to seal the demon within a newborn child.
They were not told of who the child was though, even when Hermione had asked the current Hokage, also known as the Third, if the child was the one she figured was in the bloody bundle she had seen him carry in when she had first awoke in the world without knowing she was as a baby again.
The old man had simply said that it was indeed the child sealed with the demon but he would not tell them who it was or let them meet with the child when they had finally regained the ability to speak and walk.
But aside from that, they were taught in the way of the shinobi. They were taught about chakra, how to mold it, and everything that their minds could comprehend about it.
Yet what made the three most concerned with abot where they were was that they did not have their wands. The Hokage had told them that only the scroll had been with them and that there was nothing in the clothes that had been with them. It saddened the three to no end on not being able to access their magic, but with all of the knowledge they wer acquiring from the Hokage and the various other people that showed up at the house the old man kept them in, they weren't as helpless as they thougt.
During those seven years though, Draco and Harry had, for the most part, made up in their hatered of each other. They had come to a mutual agreement not to tear each other's throats out early on and over time, the truce drew them into a friendship. All three of them had talked a lot once they were able to again.
They had talked about their families, their friends, and most of all, how this was going to aid them in their fight against Voldemort, if they ever managed to get back there.
Draco most of all though was surprised when he had heard how Harry had grown up, his childhood with the Dursley's sounding like hell. It was not something the slytherin had expected to hear, thinking Harry had grown up spoiled and pampered with the fame that was attached to his name.
However, on one of the sunny days that was frequent in Konoha, something was odd in the air.
Draco was the first one up, as usual, and woke up Hermione and Harry who were in the room across the hall from him. The thought of the two made Draco shudder a bit as he thought about how exactly the two had come to share a room together. Their bodies, as was his own, were only seven years old, but within their minds, all three of them where now in their early twenties.
It had only been a year after they were able to talk again that the two had gotten togther officially, though for any of the 'adults' that had seen them, they figured the closeness between Harry and Hermione was more bortherly and sisterly than anything. Only the Hokage and a few other people knew that their minds were were three times their bodies age.
"Oi, wake up you two," Draco said as he knocked on the door to the two's room briefly before heading back into his room.
He gather his clothes for the day from a drawer in his room before he went into the bathroom that was in the room as well.
Ten minutes later found him out in front of the building that had been the three's home for the past seven year. It was a large house, that much could be said from the three story building that it was, but it was only one house on the compound.
But as Draco stood their, he heard the door to the house close behind him. When he turned he saw a still half asleep Harry and a very awake Hermione walking up to him.
"Well, well, well. No sleeping in today eh Potter?" Draco asked with a smirk.
"Oh piss off Draco, it's too early in the morning for this," Harry said with a yawn.
"No fighting today you two. This is after all supposed to be an anniverary of the day we arrived here," Hermione said, her morning smile turning into pursed lips and a glare that had both boys laughing hesitantly but with a smile.
"Good morning you three," a voice sounded off to the side, making the three turn.
"Good morning, Hokage-sama," the three choursed in unison as they saw the old man.
"I don't think I'll ever get over easily you three took to this world or its customs," the old man said with a smile.
THe three noticed however, that behind the Hokage was one of the people that knew who they were but at the same time they noted how disheartend his face looked. He was an ANBU, from the way he dressed, and his midnight blue hair told them who exactly the person was.
"Itachi-sempai, good morning," Hermione said sweetly, the foremention man cringing at the greeting.
"Is something wrong sensei?" Draco asked, noticing the cringe immediately.
"I'm sure Itachi will explain to you three a few things once you leave," the Hokage said making the three look back to him.
"Once we leave?" Harry asked.
"Yes, once you leave. You three are to go pack what ever traveling things you can and are to meet at the south gate in half an hour. Itachi here is going to train you three and at the same time see if you three can find a way to perform your magic."
"But why so sudden?" Draco questioned. He was eager to find a way to do his magic once more, but the suddenness of this threw him for a loop.
"A grave action was performed last night to ensure this villages safety. Itachi will explain it to you three later but for now, please do as I ask and go get ready," the old man said, and without waiting for an answer, he and the other man vanished in a puff of smoke.
The three blinked a few times as the two disappeared.
"What do you think that was about?" Draco asked as the three continued to look at the place where the two men had been standing.
"I have no idea. Better not make them wait though," Harry said as he turned and headed back into the house. Hermione quickly followed him as did Draco before the group split to go to their rooms. Thirty minutes later found the three at the south gate of the village.
"So what do think happened last night?" Hermione asked as she sat on a bench with Harry, waiting for Itachi to show up.
"Could be many things. But from what we saw this morning, Itachi is involved somehow, so it is either something he did or something he saw," Draco said.
"Did, to be exact," a deep and dark voice said from where the gate was.
The three turned to face the gate and saw Itachi standing there, still in his ANBU get up but with a dufflebag next to him.
"You three ready to leave?"
"As much as we can be," Harry said as he stood and offered a hand to aid Hermione before shouldering his bag more comfortably.
"Good, lets go," Itachi said, shouldering his own dufflebag and walking out of the gates, not even giving the three a chance to say anything and follow him quickly.
The three fell in step behind Itachi quickly and with one look back, the took a look at a place they would not see for a very long time.
To be continued...
A/N: For those of you who have become lost as to where this story has gone, sorry. I intended mainly for this story to be a crossover, and for those wishing to continue this story, it will be continued in the Anime section of under Naruto. Those of you who figured out where the story was going with this last chapter, hope you liked it and I hope to make the next section of this story as enjoyable as this one.
Oh, as a side note, I apologize greatly for any and all mispelled words throughout this story. It was all written in WordPad because I A: didn't have microsoft word and B: completely forgot about the open office thing until I started the next section. Well with that said, I hope you like this story and where it's going.
So anyways, please read and review and all that jazz and hope to see you again on the anime side of this fic .