Prologue


The Highlands of Scotland were known for it's emerald mountains and hills and unsolved mysteries from the avarage man.

Among those mysteries was the ruins overlooking a great lake, but looks could decieve for the ruins was an illusion to hide a majestic castle that taught special people to control their gifts; magic.

Founded by two great wizards and witches, the noble and brave Godric Gryffindor, the loyal and hardworking Helga Hufflepuff, the wise and knowledge searching Rowena Ravenclaw and the ambitious and shrewd Salazar Slytherin, during the Dark Ages when the non-magical, or muggles, hunted down all magic.

But because of the Witch Hunts many of the proud Wizards' destain on the muggles evolved to hate with a supreme attitude that they separated themselves from the muggles and thereby stayed in the Dark Ages while the muggles began to evolve in society with many modern and unbelievable progresses, which the wizards didn't even bother to acknowledge. Some wizards also began to marry themselves with relatives, both close and distant, to keep their blood pure, but in some cases it resultet that the child didn't had enough magic to cast a simple light spell, a behemoth they called squibs which was either cast out or killed. The Purebloods of course blamed it on the muggleborns for stealing magic which began to grow to fact through the millennia.

But on this evening detention was served for a tall fifteen year old boy with a thick mop of messy raven-hair and bright almond-shaped emerald-eyes behind round glasses on his angular face. All because he'd witnessed the return of the most feared and evil wizard in centuries. Everybody called him a delusioned attention seeker.

The teacher looking over him was a short squat woman resembling a large pale toad with a black velvet bow in her mousy brown hair and dressed in eye-scratching pink.

She sat behind her desk, enjoying a cup of tea as she made the boy write down lines.

I must not tell lies, he wrote while biting back the painful gasps as he looked as the words he wrote down on the parchment appeared on the back of his right hand.

I must not tell lies. The scars dug themselves deeper, stinging and hurting.

This went on the entire late evening until the sun was just a thin little yellow streak at the horizon outside the window.

Eventually the teacher placed her cup of tea on the desk and walked over to look at his scarred hand with a sickingly sweet smile on her wide slack mouth.

"That should be enough for tonight, mr. Potter. Hopefully this will teach you the consequences for spreading lies and public panic about a dead Dark Lord," the woman said with a sickly sweet tone in her high girlish voice as she was talking to a naughty five year old.

Harry wisely held his tongue as he picked up his bag and walked out.

He just felt he could scream in anger when he stomped away to his Common Room, hoping not to get caught for walking outside during curfew and more detention than he already had on the schedule.

As he walked he thought back on how he had high hopes when he on his eleventh birthday found out he was a wizard with an invitation to start study magic at the castle he was now in. He just traded one miserabe life as an abused slave for his horrible relatives who blackpainted him as the neighborhood's uncurable psycopathic trouble maker to one as a hen-pecked scapegoat to a hypocritical Wizarding World.

Sure he managed to make some friends, since there was no bully cousin to scare them all away, and learning to do magic was really exciting and fun, but the Wizarding World hailed him as The-Boy-Who-Lived for surviving a killing curse as a baby that also took the lives of his parents the same night by a fearsome evil wizard dubbing himself Lord Voldemort, who also was defeated when the curse meant for the baby bounced back to him and destroyed his body leaving behind a phantomish shade that fled the scene.

He still had the thin seeminly fresh scar above his left eyebrow in the shape of a lightning bolt to prove it. When he was young he thought it was cool, but now knowing its origin and blood-stained price, and how the magical folk gawked at him like a rare new animal in a zoo Harry really wished he could just get rid of it.

And every year something would happen which made the entire student body turn their backs on him at the drop of a hat. Last year, his own best friend even showed an ugly jealous side by turning his back on Harry for not believing him that he didn't entered a deadly tournament between Hogwarts and the wizarding schools of French and Bulgaria. A tournament that was a trap to bring Harry to a graveyard and being used in a ritual to create a body for Voldemort, and another tournament participant who was transported along with Harry was killed in cold blood right infront of him.

And since then his lightning bolt scar has started to ache up and give him nightmares of that night, along the murder of the participant.

His other best friend has always said he should tell the adults, but for "his own safety" they chosed to leave him in the dark, even the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore who Harry used to look up to, refused to meet his eyes. Also the two best friends of his father didn't even contacted him. The first one, his godfather Sirius Black, he could understand since he was wrongly convicted for the murder of Harry's parents, while the other was cursed to turn to an uncontrolled beast every full moon and excused himself and whined about being too dangerous to be among people.

But Harry guessed he shouldn't be surprised anymore since the adults just sat down without lifting a finger, especially the school's dreaded potion teacher who just enjoyed to punish Harry for just breathing too loud. And also Harry's own Head of the House's only advice for him was not to lose his temper for the horrible woman he had detention with when the Head herself couldn't do any better.

He was all alone as usual.

"..."

Harry froze midstep and swirled around on the ball of his heel. He stood still, holding his breath and listened closely.

"..."

There it was.

Something distant, almost like something was calling to him. Not by words but a strange feeling.

Harry didn't know what to think, since he had bad experiences with this sort of things. First it was a giant deadly snake that roomed inside the walls of the school during his second year, and lately Voldemort.

"..."

Now he felt it again, but now as he thought about it the snake and Voldemort was cold with an air of death, this feeling however had some kind of a soft warmth.

It also had a sense of loneliness and sadness.

Making up his mind, Harry took out his wand and sprinted away as he followed this wierd calling.

He paused a few times to feel where he was lead through the abonded corridors until he found himself in a corridor empty on statues and magically moving portraits, except a giant tapestry of a short wizard trying to teach mountain trolls ballet. Harry now stood infront of a large empty space on the opposite wall.

Harry was getting confused, because whatever this call led him to, it was infront of him.

It also felt desperate that it tugged Harry's heart.

Running a hand through his messy bird nest of raven-hair, Harry paced back and fourth. He just had to get to the call.

Then he saw something out of the corner of his eye and when he turned around he saw how a giant door began to take form on the once empty wall.

With wand ready in hand Harry slowly pushed the door open and walked in.

He had entered what looked like a huge empty cathedral which were lit up by the bright moon through the high windows.

He could feel the strange calling getting warmer as he looked at the wall further inside the room.

Placed in an arched alcove was some kind of a light-blue pillar, about seven feet high and two feet wide with eight corners. And hanging on it was what looked like a silver-white shield that had a flat top and was tapering down to a pointy bottom. A black thin stripe went along the sides to the bottom while two others connected themselves to a rounded 'U' that surrounded a round emerald gem stone that were slightly smaller than a fist.

Curious but catiously Harry slowly walked up to the pillar, his foot steps echoing through the silent empty room.

Now he could feel the calling was coming from the pillar. And something told him to take the shield.

Harry looked at the shield before he reached out and tried to remove it.

The shield finally gave way and Harry managed to jerk it off.

But then the shield seemingly came to life and latched itself on his left arm.

"AAHH! Hey! Get off! Get off!" Harry panicked and tried to remove the shield, but it was stuck solid as he flayed his arm around to get it off when he during the struggle made the shield face the pillar and the gem stone shot out a beam of light right on it.

Clicking and whirring sounds came from the pillar and after a long moment when the beam died down the pillar was folded open to reveal it was some kind of a capsule.

Inside was a woman.

(For insert soundtrack, search Ifurita theme on youtube and click on the video owned by Andre Jensen Sussman)

A tall young woman with thick light-brown hair growing down to her waist. Her strong hourglass figure were wrapped in some kind of an outfit consiting a long-sleeved frilly dress reaching down to her mid-thighs under a red sleeveless tunic dress with a black stripe going down the front, a hide breastplate, lace-up boots and a pair of gloves. But the most unusual was the small round animal ears on top of her head and the brown fluffy tail growing out from the tunic.

She also appeared to be asleep standing up.

The woman suddenly stirred and moaned thickly as she lifted up her head and the little air that was in Harry's lungs disappeared when he looked into the fare-skinned oval-shaped face of a twenty year old beauty with big warm pinkish red eyes, a botton nose, rosy cheeks and full red lips on a wide mouth.

Their eyes met and the older woman gave out a soft gasp.

"Master? Is that you?" she spoke carefully as if afraid that she was dreaming.

Master? What was going on here? Who was she?

After a long moment of studying Harry, the woman's eyes went wide with a warm smile.

"It is you, Master! At long last!" her voice cracked with a quivering under lip and tears bubbled up in her pink eyes that had the most loving and adoringly look that anyone ever has giving him.

She stepped out from the capsule and unsteadily tottered over to Harry. Once she reached the awstruck boy, she collapsed and forced Harry to support her weight in a warm hug.

"I've been waiting so long to see you again, and now here you are," she gently sobbed into his chest.

Harry could feel her milky full breast under the leather rubbing his stomach, but his concern of the woman's well-being subsided his hormones.

"Who are you? Are you alright?" he asked.

The woman gazed upon his emerald-eyes, as if it was for her the first time she saw such soft compassion in him and she briefly had a look of guilt in her eyes.

"So this is how you used to be like, if only we could've met sooner," she mumbled.

Used to be like? What was this woman talking about? He had never even met her before.

But then her face got serious as she met his eyes.

"There's no time left, the crossing between time and space has weakened me. With my remaining power I shall send you to Melromarc," she said, before she with obvious reluctance forced herself up straight and reached out to touch the jem on the shield's face.

She began to mumble in some kind an unknown language and the gem began to glow.

Harry just couldn't understand what was happening, swifting his head rapidly back and forth between the shield and the older woman with a growing panic, but she just looked at him lovingly as if trying to reasure him.

"You will go through a long journey with many hardships ahead, but please it will be worth it, and when the time comes tell our little Hedwig that mommy loves her dearly, will you," she whispered softly.

With that his vision was filled with bright white light coming from the shield's jem stone and he felt himself falling before everything went black.

(Insert soundtrack ending.)


Author's note:

And that's it. The plot are up for adoption for any of you who like this opening since I won't continue. You decide how to close the stable time-loop on how a future version of Raphtalia ended up in the Harry Potter-verse in the first place to bring Harry 'back' to Melromarc.

And I also decided Harry named the filolial hatchling Hedwig after his very first close friend and like Alan Blaster's Shield Hero fanfic Diligence of The Shield Hero Raphtalia encourage the filolial hatchling to call her and Harry mommy and daddy.

For Raphtalia's live action actress I dream cast Rachel Hurd-Wood.


If you adopt the plot write down the link in this comment section when you've published the first chapter.