Hey everyone! Anyone who actually reads my stories will wonder why I am writing another story then I already have two, well now one to up-date? Well this plot bunny just hit me and I really want to write as i have made no previous forray's into the realm of HP fanfic's so I just kinda wrote it...laughs nervously
I hope you like this fic and I state now that all miastakes are my own as my beta reader is on holiday (spoilt wench) and all CONSTRUCTIVE reviews are welcome. Flames are not, but if recieved will be duley laughed at, and then deleted.
Disclaimer: I do not now, nor ever will own the rights to this amazing series of books. I will say this once and only once, so don't complain in later chapters.
Thanks to - Atie who's story 'Dark side of the moon' originally inspried this mediocre fic.
With all that said and doen, read on Macduff!
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Prologue
Harry Potter is a persona who everyone knows. They can tell you his personal history, his favourite hobby, his likes, his dislikes, love life etc. Or so they thought. You see they all believe that they know who we are. They have no idea right Harry?
Yep, Luke, that's about right.
My name is Harry James Potter. I used to be the lost kid that my friends thought me to be, the pawn that Dumbledore viewed me as, and the golden hearted hero that everyone expected me to be. That's all changed. This summer I've been through a lot, more than anyone should have to suffer, and I couldn't cope. I tried what every angsty teenage kid resorts to, I tried to escape. It didn't work. In my life, everything important to me never does. I didn't quite understand why on Monday 31st August my life was spared. I do now. It's like this. I am the boy-who-lived, but more than that, I'm Voldemort's magical heir. That means that not only does my head know I have to face the psycho leader of the death-eaters, but my magic knows.
Most wizards view magic as an inanimate power, a still, untapped well residing inside of us that we simply use at will. That's not quite right. Magic is a living, conscious force that shapes itself to the needs of its caster. It's like love struck puppy almost, as in its thoroughly devoted to its master, so usually is all accommodating. Some of you may well ask why that means some people can cast some spell's better than others, well some people have more in-born magic in them, either that or there magic picks up new things faster, it really is a personal thing.
Back to the whole 'my magic knows' topic. I said magic normally does anything to please but, like me, my magic has a miniature hero-complex, so it saved me, not only from death but also from my suffering. How? You may ask. Basically it read my mind, and looked through all of my human knowledge and chose to help me by letting me share my load, and have someone to understand my needs, my moods, and my thoughts. No it did not create my true love, that role is already filled, but it did create-
-Me. I am Luke Custos Evans, the other half of Harry's not-so-brilliant life. I was created by Harry's magic to look after and care for my dear 'partner', the saviour of the wizarding world. Me and Harry have come to an agreement of sorts. I mean, you can't exactly share a mind and body with someone without working out some arrangement. As it stands we take it in turns. The Weasel and Weaslette-
Don't call them that! I know you don't like them, and I don't much either but still-
Oh shut it Harry-kins, I loathe them, and you detest them, so Ron and precious miss granger shall be referred to by me, as what-so0ever takes my fancy.
Git.
Yeah, Yeah. Anyway, I watch out for Harry, help out in tight spots and with the odd bit of homework, counsel him through depression (ah, don't you wish you had your own psycho analyst living in you head? You must be so jealous), and generally provide him with the unconditional best friend that he never had.
You put that so well.
Really? Thanks 'Ri. Actually its kinda cool. We both are 'awake', so to speak, at the same time, so its lucky that we agree on most hings. Like eye-candy. Isn't that right Harry darling
One day I will find a way to kill you. Would you just stop embarrassing me for once Luke? And why can't you say 'Harry'? You manage to say another two syllable word-which-we-know-so-well so what's wrong with mine? Are you just lazy?
Yes, as a matter of fact.
School will be a nightmare with you around.
Humph. How you think I feel? This is my first time at Hogwarts in the…mind. I am positively dreading meeting all your favourite people like the red-headed freak and his bitch-
Luke!
-the slimy git, and that conniving bastard of a headmaster of yours.
(Don't sound ecstatic on m account)
I can honestly say that the only thing I am looking forward to is seeing the absolutely delicious creature who haunts both of our dreams.
I didn't know you could dream!
Well their technically your dreams…
See you at Hogwarts!
