Still not mine, still just wasting time, still writing and going strong, hoping whatever mistakes I write aren't too wrong.
This chapter is about how Hari (Harry) got into the world of Avatar. I know I said I might not pay too much attention to comments, but I still hope this won't disappoint and be something you haven't read before. Keeping my fingers crossed.
Chapter 3
In the battle between good and evil I was a child of prophecy. I was meant to not save the world but to defeat a madman looking for immortality. I had been tried and tested but survived through pain and hardship. This was the final battle, wizards and witches fighting for their lives. Spell Fire lighting up the air, the smell of ozone, like electricity in the air.
Two old foes meeting, everything quieting down as everyone knows that whoever wins this battle, wins the war. A buildup of energy, bated breaths of hundreds, then as if the silence reached its peak… POWER! Two forces, both unstoppable, both immovable, fighting for dominance.
Or so was to be believed, for one who thought himself the most powerful, by a single happening that might seem of no importance gave the child the upperhand.
It took just a second, a single push and the evil was defeated, fallen to the ground.
The battle should have been won but…
After the final battle something happened.
Harry was breathing hard. He'd done it. Finally it was over. Voldemort had fallen and his deatheathers were fleeing with their tails between their legs. Most people on his side were cheering and shouting, already in a state of celebration.
Nobody noticed one of the last true believers of voldemort, one of the first followers who was there since his rise and one who had followed his master even after his first fall, one of the last fanatics who didn't care for the small pleasures victory would bring but lived for the dream that was Voldemort.
Rodolphus Lestrange was one of the last few from the true inner circle and he was fuming.
Their dream, their future, their glory, snatched away again! In his soul he vows revenge.
With a thrust and a flick of his wand he throws one last spell at Harry before he twists and apparates without seeing if he was successful in his attack, leaving the battle before he can be captured.
Harry is still looking at where Voldemort has fallen, caught in a state of disbelief. He survived. Not only that but he won. He actually won. He feels his eyes stinging, his vision becoming blurry from the tears born from exhaustion and relief. It's over.
Hermione is looking over the battlefield, her brain working overtime. She has a hard time believing that it's once and truly over. The hope is there but a rational part of her is still in disbelief. She knows this isn't chess. Just because the king has fallen, doesn't mean the battle is over. She walks towards Harry who stands unmoving. Her brother in all but blood, her best friend. She walks slow steady steps still on high alert, a reflex born out of necessity after what seems like a lifetime fighting, when a glint of light catches her attention. A death eater throws a spell at Harry as he disapperates with a crack. Hermioune acts on pure instinct as she sprints and jumps in front of Harry who turns just in time to see her being hit in the chest with a curse, catching her before they both fall to the ground.
"Hermione! Are you okay?!" He has his arms around her as he sits up on the ground. Hermione is gasping for breath, like she is in pain.
"What's wrong? What can I do?" Her jaw is clenched as she's clawing at her own chest like she's trying to get rid of something.
It's only then that Harry notices something shining brighter and brighter under her shirt, like it's burning hot. Hermione grabs his shirt and looks at him, pleading "Off, get it off! It hurts!"
Harry doesn't think, he reacts. He tears open her blouse and sees her time turner. It looks like it took the curse but now something is happening to it. It's burning and shining, purple flames licking around it, the sand inside turned liquid. He grabs it, tuning out the burning pain, looks around and spots one of the holes in the wall left behind by one of the giants. Pulling hard, snapping the chain he runs towards the hole, skidding to a stop.
As he reaches back to throw the time turner he hears the sound of glass breaking and the pain in his hand extends down his wrist and arm. He looks back at his hand, the glass broken, the melted sand, giving off a purple, pulsing shine. In desperation he tries to throw it but the liquid sand sticks to his hand and arm, in his attempt to throw it spreading over him like fine strings of spider web, melting into his clothes and skin. He wants to scream but no sound comes.
Then the pain is gone and he thinks it's finally over. He looks around, everyone is staring at him. But just as he draws a steadying breath the purple strings contract, cocooning him, making him fall. He feels something happen to him, like his body is changing. Then he feels the familiar feeling of apparition, like being forced through a very tight rubber tube just much more severe and for a much longer time.
Before he loses consciousness out of lack of air he can suddenly breathe again still falling, catching himself before his face plants into the ground.
He draws deep steadying breaths and shakes his head to try and clear it from the dizziness after the ordeal. As he finally calms down, he tries to analyze what just happened but his train of thought is interrupted by a large grunt.
As he looks up he sees a giant face staring at him. It's obvious that the face isn't human, but that of animals but none that he has ever seen before. It could look like an overgrown puppy if it wasn't for the wide nose and the two horns protruding from its head.
"Bloody hell" he says, his face hitting the ground as he faints from exhaustion.
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The sound of snoring is what wakes him. "Ron, please shut up," he mumbles as he tries to dive deeper into his soft bed. It's nice and soft and… itchy… even through his bed covers it's itchy. It feels like sleeping on hay, but it's warm and he doesn't feel like getting up. His whole body feels sore and uncomfortable. After all he'd been through he deserves to sleep in! He buries his head in his covers trying to hide from the sound to find his sleep which suddenly seems elusive, though it's not covers he realizes. It feels more like a sleeping bag.
He tries to remember where he would get a sleeping bag from or how he ended up in the sleeping bag in the first place, when the snoring continues it doesn't seem to come from outside the bag but under his bed, which also seems to be moving now he's thinking about it.
He pokes his head out of the bag to see what's going on when he's greeted by white… grass? no, it's not grass, it doesn't smell like it. That's when Harry realizes that it's fur! He's sleeping on top of a giant animal!
He gasps at his realization, accidentally inhaling a bunch of long loose white hair starting a coughing fit, making him breathe in even more by accident. Forgetting his position as his eyes water from the coughing he tries to get up only to get tangled in the sleeping bag, making him tumble and fall down the creature onto the hard ground with a bump.
Feeling dizzy from having the air push out of him from the fall, he gathers himself before he tries to get up again and finds himself completely entangled in what he realize is actually not a sleeping bag but his sweater, which now seem to way to big for him, wrapping around him like a straightjacket.
"What the?!", he gets out before he remembers his situation, slightly panicking. He's alone with a very big animal. A big fluffy animal that hasn't eaten him yet. What should the importance be put on? The hasn't or the yet… Hagrid would probably tell him that since he hadn't, he probably wouldn't, but he shouldn't rely on it since few things could probably eat Hagrid anyway…
While he wiggled around, trying to get his sweater loose, he took a lot around, using all the knowledge he ever learned from Care of Magical Creatures.
Massive room, looking like a temple, kinda spooky but looks abandoned, making it look no less spooky. Not so good. But no smell of decay, check. No bones, check. No questionable dark patches on the floor, check. Smell of fur and bad breath, double check. So from an objective standpoint it would seem that our creature isn't a carnivore, Harry breathed a sigh of relief. That is very good… But why was he on top of the creature then?
He then noticed the silence. The snoring had stopped. He looked up only to find the horned puppy-like face staring at him, it's big brown eyes not with curiosity but he would swear with empathy. It was a kind, caring look and he felt himself relax immediately.
"Hello." He said… …wait… his voice seemed higher and now that he thinks about it, his sweater seemed way too big! He wiggled more than he ever wiggled before trying to get out of this present burrito-like existence, not noticing that the creature had moved over to him. He only noticed it when it opened its mouth, lightly grabbed the hem of his sweater and pulled.
The only way he could explain how it felt like, was traveling with a portkey. Hooked around the navel and spun to the destination. His already dizzy head, definitely not feeling better, but somehow now standing, baggy pants and swimming in a sweater way too big for him.
He shook his head, but it only made it worse and nearly made him fall over if it wasn't for the creature catching him with one of its six, six? Six legs…
Maybe he hit his head harder than he thought… He grabs for his glasses only to realize that they're not there. Huh… Not complaining since he always hated that they broke all the time, so to not look a gift horse in the mouth, he decides to roll with it.
Steadying his legs he pats the creature's paw, making it let him go. "I think I'm fine now. Thank you."
He steps out of his pants which are way too big for him to move around in. It feels a bit awkward but since his sweater is so big on him it works like a nighty, going down past his knees, he tries to ignore it, though the breeze is a bit cold around his bare legs and feet. He looks down at himself. He looks like he did many years ago. He checks his arms and finds no scars. He then pulls out the neckline of his sweater, looks down at himself and finds none of the scars he has grown accustomed to, even the one he got running from Ripper when he was 10, so somehow the time-sand must have deaged his body to sometime before he was ten.
He starts looking more closely trying to figure out his age, trying to remember which scars fit to what time. One of the scars he does find is one on his foot, that he got the first and only time he tried to run away around 5? But the one he got when he was 6-7 on his knee while running from Dudley and his friends at school when he got praise from the teacher, was gone.
His thought process is interrupted by his stomach, growling at him angrily for attention.
The creature grunts at him, getting his attention and nods towards an archway where sunlight can be seen streaming through. He walks over to it, stumbeling, not really used to the size of his limbs. Walking through the archway, his eyes getting used to the light he sees what looks to be a gardenterrese, completely overgrown, filled with different fruits and vegetables. He didn't realize how hungry he actually was until he launched himself at a bush that seems to be growing what looks like apples, or at least he believes so when he stops to think after his fourth apple.
He then hears some chittering that could sound like laughing. When he looks towards the sound he sees what can only be described as a mix between lemurs and bats! In all his knowledge he cannot place them, never having seen, heard or read about them before.
He looks over at the big 6 legged one. Now that he thinks about it, it looks like a mix of animals too. Like a bison, mixed with a manatee, sprinkled with a tiny bit of caterpillar? Did he apparate into some kinda crazy scientist's laboratory? But that didn't make sense since the sunlight streamed through, as if camping with Hermione taught him anything it was direction without a compass.
He went over to the edge of the terrace and dropped the apple he was chewing on.
"I might be a bit farther away from Scotland than I thought…" he mumbled to himself as he stood transfixed looking out onto the panorama that spread out before him.
He was high up. Very high up. The deep azure blue sky above him contrasting with the clouds spreading down below like a white pillowy river. Tall rocky spires stretched up through the clouds, reaching for the sky, lush green with moss and trees. He could see birds from species he had never seen before and somehow he knew, a feeling in his bones that he couldn't shake, that he wasn't in any place on his own earth. Somehow he was in a different world.
A~nd that's all for now. Hope you enjoyed it. I kinda have the next few parts planned out but it takes a bit to write. I've decided not to work on the story while I work on my master, which means I can only work on it at work. Don't tell anyone, though, I don't think my boss would be happy.
