A/n: I am so terribly sorry everyone. I've had problem after problem with the computer recently, which was why I haven't updated. First the internet was down for a week, then there were a few exams I had to study for... I was almost finished writing the next chapter of All it Takes on my computer when it got kidnapped by my friend to upgrade it as a birthday present... so here I am. I'll update All it Takes when my computer returns, but until then, please enjoy the next chapter of Chosen.
Chosen
Chapter Six
Things slowed down, as Harry felt his wand slip from his fingers, and his feet leave the ground. Out the window he went and his first thought was 'Wand... Catch the wand.'
He managed it, but was still going down. He tried a few spells, as he plummeted. Wingardium leviosa...Accio Parachute... he even tried to cast a banishing charm on the ground.
Needless to say, none of them worked. The ground was approaching so quickly, and he didn't have the foggiest idea of what to do. So, Harry Potter found himself reduced to what he believed was his last option. Prayer.
Of a sort. Honestly, it was more along the lines of panicked mumbling about how he couldn't die without killing Voldemort first.
Then something happened. Words came through his mind. "And either must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live while the other survives."
The prophecy. He couldn't die. He wasn't allowed to. Something would stop him.
And he was right. Harry felt magic surge through him. Like sticking a hair pin in an electrical socket, Harry was filled with energy, and with no place for it to go, it hurt.
But whatever it was, it was working. He felt the air... catching him. He was slowing down. Something was causing him to create enough drag to slow him down to manageable speeds.
Harry pumped his wings frantically...
'Wait a second... WINGS?" Harry thought incredulously.
He shook his head and decided he would explain it to himself later. Nevertheless, Harry flapped his pearly white wings, until he reached a safe speed, and pulled himself into a controlled landing.
Harry leaned against the wall of St. Mungo's hospital and took a deep breath, hoping to process all the information laid before him. There were too many loose ends, and too many unexplained happenings. He just needed some time to sit, think and ask himself "What the fuck is going on here?"
The very last thing he expected, however was for somebody to answer him.
"Harry Potter, we meet again. Why don't you come with me and I'll help explain things to you." Though Harry didn't recognize the form of the man who spoke to him, he did recognize the voice. There was no mistaking it. The voice belonged to the man who gave him his "Gift." He was the messenger from his dreams. And he definitely wasn't in the form he expected. The man looked like a lawyer. A nice tie, black business suit, with a white collared shirt underneath. He was holding a briefcase.
"The body is a loner. Don't bother jumping to conclusions, because there aren't any." His messenger told him. "Here, hop in."
Harry was about to ask "into what" but before he could say anything, he watched the very fabric of the universe unravel before him, and rearrange itself.
Now there was a car parked in the road that hadn't been there three seconds ago. It was created. Harry looked to the lawyer for understanding, but the man just smiled. Harry shrugged and hopped into the passenger seat, while suppressing his crazy urge to start muttering like a madman. Harry barely noticed the lack of a brand logo on the car. The car was white, and so was the leather inside. There were no insignias on the car, and it was purely indescribable. Not because it looked different mind you, but because of how it looked so... unremarkable.
"My own design." The Lawyer/messenger person told him."It's made to look exactly like whatever the viewer expects to see most on the road, and thusly ignores the most. You will find that people pay absolutely no attention to this car due to how plain it is. They just ignore it and keep driving, which is just what we want.
Harry found that he was leaning forward to avoid crushing his wings. He wrapped his wings around his body to keep himself warm. Clearly the man before him was an avid fan of "using so much air conditioning that your internal organs freeze solid."
After a few minutes of silence, Harry asked. "All right, could you please explain what's going on?"
"Certainly. To put it shortly, Harry you have become crowned champion of the light." The man answered.
"And what does that entail?" Harry asked.
The man sighed. "Let me tell you a story, Harry. There have always been two warring factions. Whether you call them light and dark, good and evil, or some random names pulled from the religion of the day, it doesn't matter. They still amount to the same thing. Two sides that are opposites that have always been fighting. Ever since the creation of this world, as well as all the billions of other worlds. I am an agent of one side, and I'm hitting a deadline. I was supposed to have picked a champion years ago. The other side had a champion, and this side needs one, or they shall fall. And in 1979 I was forced into making a hasty decision. And two years later, a champion was born. You. But there were still other options. I wanted to keep them all open. I wanted to make sure I knew who I was choosing before giving my final endorsement. I suppose I was biding my time. Either way, my hand was forced and I gave to you the final endorsement of your power. Certain precautions were not taken, and now you are the official champion of the light. Any questions so far?"
Harry opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off.
"Good. Now I will explain to you about your powers. Over the next few weeks you will experience: alteration of your physical form varying according to the legends of the planet you inhabit, mental alterations bound by the same restrictions as the physical alterations, changes in your personality, physical abnormalities, magical abnormalities, and severe alteration to how people react to your presence, which is brought on by some of the aforementioned magical abnormalities. Now if you would just sign here..." The lawyer handed him a glowing piece of parchment.
Harry tried to speak but was cut off once more.
"Just kidding, we don't actually need your signature. We ave your consent already, whether it's willing or not." The lawyer started laughing madly as the car accelerated to impossible speeds. Harry felt as if he was getting siphoned out of his own body. And then...
Harry awoke in a pool of his own blood. He was lying in the gutter outside of St. Mungo's and a few of his favorite people, as well as a few of his least favorite were gathered around him. He felt himself getting levitated onto a stretcher and carried back inside the hospital. He almost swore he heard the lawyer laughing as he passed out.
