Wish I owned, but sadly I don't.~
Edit:5/13/2019
Around the same time, in Britain, in a small town called Little Whinging Surrey. On a street called Private Drive, where all the houses seemed to look the same, as if cut out from a cookie cutter. In all honesty it looked so horrible, boring and it simply was just a drag. Along these repetitive homes we stop at number 4, inside this home, lived people who prided themselves in being ordinary, normal folk. But we will get back to them later, what is of upmost interest is the cupboard under the stairs. Of the ever so ordinary home, something un-ordinary was under it, instead of being filled with cleaning supplies or simply used as storage, a 4-year-old with messy black hair, clothes that where way too big for him, and a pair of very badly tapped glasses on his face sat in the middle of this dingy and honestly hazardous cupboard.
When the small child looked up, he had the most memorizing green eyes anyone has ever seen, they seemed like they were cut from the most precious and perfect emeralds, this small child's name, this small child's name is Harry James Potter.
Harry ever so gently and tenderly hugged his right wrist to his chest, while trying not to let out his sobs of pain and pure anguish from the beating Sir gave him. He accidentally tripped and dropped a glass while cleaning up the table when his "relatives" finished the breakfast, he made. He didn't mean to drop it; he didn't mean to trip. He took in a deep shuddering breath, his back aching fiercely from the lashings from the belt Sir gave him, then Sir gripped his tiny wrist to tightly breaking it, and throwing him in his cupboard hard, his back hitting the back with a loud wet thud.
Silent fat tears rolled down his cheeks, as his wrist and back ached horribly. Through all the pain and fuzzy feeling in his head, he wished, he wished with all his might to be rescued, to be saved. His little heart aching as flashes of a man, with messy black hair like his own, warm honey colored eyes and a doting loving smiled flashed before his eyes. His sobs threatening to break through, as a woman with fiery red hair, and piercing green eyes like his own flashed before his eyes as well. Her eyes filled with so much love and devotion and a smile that could light up a room. Then it's quickly switched over to a tall man, with stormy blue silver eyes, a happiness and joy in them. With long slightly curly hair, and a silly grin on his lips. Then, it flashed for a final time, to another tall man, with shaggy brown hair, and warm brown/golden eyes. A small but delighted smile splitting his face.
Harry's small body shook with repressed sobs, these warm, nice, kind loving people that flashed before his eyes. These people that seemed so familiar to him. How he wished they would save him. How he wished they would just take him away from the mean and horrible people.
Fate and Destiny scowled deeply, feeling and seeing what the little one wished for deep in his heart. A deep disgust and loathing for the family that lived in this house, but slowly, vicious and cruel looking smirks appeared on their faces, a deep and vindictive glee forming in the pools of there all knowing eyes. Glad for once that Chaos messed up so "badly".
Suddenly a whirlwind of magic and beautiful orange and yellow flames gently hugged Harry. Mother Magic was royally pissed off that Her Chosen Child was being treated so badly. She quietly dismissed Destiny and Fate, they had more pressing matters to attend too. She carefully placed discreet but powerful notice-me-not charms on the door along with a silencing charm.
"Worry not Child." Mother Magic spoke in a gentle and soothing voice hoping not to startle the sweet little boy too much.
Harry jumped lightly at the new voice in his cupboard, letting out a small whimper as more tears rolled down his cheeks. Mother Magic got down on her knees and ever so carefully and gently cradled the boy in her arms. She barely held back her rage, her deep and growing fury as she felt something sticky on his back, and the metallic smell in the air. "Oh, they will pay, They Will Pay Dearly." She snarled out in her mind, she carefully rocked the boy back and forth, while helping his magic and flames ease the burden and heal his wounds.
Mother Magic hummed while gently rocking her sweet innocent boy gently. Harry finally let out his anguished pain filled cries. After finally having someone comfort him even though he had no idea what it was. He just felt a warmth and safety from the beautiful lady holding him. His tears running freely, his cries turning into dry heaving and choked gasps from the force of them.
Mother Magic's heart broke with her Child, how, how can these people be such monsters to such a small boy. How can the treat him so badly…how can they damage him so? Her body shook from repressed anger and sorrow. As tears rolled down her own cheeks from the pain, she cleared her throat a couple of times after Harry finally settled down.
"Harry?" Mother Magic looked down at the little boy who was rubbing his eyes carefully, his glasses long since discarded on the floor. Said boy looked up at her confused. "Who is Harry?" He said in an honest and curious voice, his name was freak or boy from how much Ma'am and Sir and Dudley called him that.
Mother Magic stared at the little boy, her outer self being calm and collected, but on the inside, on the inside she seethed. Seethed from the neglect of her Child, but she controlled herself. She plastered on a pleasant and gentle smile before speaking in her soothing and calming voice. "Why, you are Harry silly little boy." She poked his nose lightly.
Harry just kept staring at her like she lost it. "But…but my name is freak Ma'am." He said in a small voice…
Mother Magic stiffened at his reply, having a harder time controlling her fury, for those monsters. She held her breath and counted down from ten, as soon as she had some form of control again, she spoke. "No silly Child," Mother Magic said in a calming but firm voice. "Your name is Harry, Harry James Potter." She smiled down at him in the gentlest way.
Harry's cheeks were dusted with a light pink tinge from receiving such a smile. It's the first time it has ever happened to him in his short life. Well from what he could remember before coming to live here with is relatives. He ducked his head and nodded slowly, carefully trying out his supposed name.
Mother Magic smiled at him before poking his cheek. "Now Child, I will try to keep you as safe as possible."
Harry's head snapped up at that, of someone actually wanting to protect him. He sniffed and lightly rubbed at his eyes, not wanting to cry again in front of the pretty lady. Mother Magic gently lifted his head and smiled at him before speaking. "I am not too sure how long I will be able to stay here," Harry's eyes widen slightly at this, a small panic and slight fear beginning to fill them again. Mother Magic seeing this, scooped him up again and gently began to hum again before speaking. "No, no Child, do not fear, I may not be able to stay long, but you will be saved."
She rocked him back and forth again until he calmed down and looked up at her. "WH-who?" Harry asked in a timid and hope filled voice. Mother Magic smiled and kissed his forehead. "Family Child, Family. Family that is not this horrid one, family who actually cares and will take care of you. Family who will be angered when someone hurts you. Family who will protect you and fight for and with you Child."
Harry looked at her, in slight awe, fear and excitement, hoping what the beautiful lady said was true. Harry carefully snuggled up to her, his back still hurting but not as much as before. His eyes slowly dropping shut, the beating and crying his little heart out exhausting him.
Mother Magic smiled, tenderly hugging him closer to her, as she quickly got to work on the room to make it more comfortable for herself and her Child. She hummed a gentle tune, just knowing things would get better.
And from there all-around Europe children had eased and calmed. A small chubby toddler, with dirty blonde hair, and baby blue eyes looked up to the sky from the shrubs he was hiding in to get away from his Uncle and Grandma. A gently wind ruffling his hair, and a calming voice telling him that everything will be alright, that no harm will come to him at all. In due time, he will be safe and cared for. The small child giggled quietly and went back to hiding in the shrubs as he heard the grumbles and slight shrieks of his grandma and uncle. He closed his eyes and wished that the people meant to save him would show up soon.
At a funny looking and slightly crooked home, a pair of 7-year-old red headed twins stopped in the middle of running around in the field and looked at each other. A slight pulse of magic, and red and indigo looking flames flashing over their bodies. There childish smiles morphed into wicked looking smirks as a cool breeze winded around them. A slightly complete and excited feeling filling them. A soft voice simply saying a few words. "Soon you little trouble makers, they will be here soon."
They laughed lightly and went back to their game of tag and planning pranks. Nothing deterring them. As they got lost in there planning, their older and equally red headed brothers stiffened a bit before relaxing, getting the same message Fate and Destiny told their younger brothers. They hummed while looking at each other, a happy little grin pulling at their lips. "Well dear brother." The older one said while looking at his brother who was sipping at some lemonade. "It seems our dear little guardian Angel will be here soon." The slightly younger looking red head smiled and looked at his brother. "So, it seems Bill, so it seems." He laughed a little at this waiting for the day to come.
The now named Bill smiled at his brother, a small laugh escaping past his lips. "Things are going to get so interesting, things are going to get wild Charlies." He hummed as he watched his brothers play. The now names Charlie just laughed and nodded in agreement. It was going to get interesting and slightly intense soon.
Over the hill and through a small patch of trees from this red headed family's home, was another home, of a small blonde girl, napping on her mother's lap. Said mother looked up and tilted her head to the side, a small frown marring her features before sighing. "It seems things have changed, how interesting." The women hummed while carefully threading her fingers through her daughter's hair. "It seems I must modify my plans, all for my darling Luna." The beautiful and almost ethereal looking Pandora Lovegood hummed to herself while she gently hummed a tune, she once heard in muggle London.
And from this family it spread, it went all around Europe soothing and advising whom it concerned. Especially a beautiful blonde-haired woman who was holding her platinum blonde child close to her chest. This mother and child are Narcissa Malfoy nee Black, and her son Draco. Poor little Draco was trembling in her arms, even though she placed muffling and silencing charms around him. He knew, he just knew when his Father had that mean and scary look in his eyes that the poor man locked away deep in the house was going to get hurt. Narcissa was terrified as she heard terror filled screams coming from deep inside the Mansion, she lived in. Her husband, and here she spat out the word like it was something foul. Her husband was indulging himself in his darkest pleasures. He was torturing and raping some poor Muggle Born he kidnapped a month ago.
He always has this smug and satisfied look on his face, his trouser always stained with bodily fluids. And right when the screaming was dying down to poor broken whimper, it's when she heard a voice. The voice of something that brought so much relief and hope to her, of the Angel that helped her and Draco out whenever she could. And hearing that she was going to be there soon, it made her break down in relieved silent sobs and she clutched Draco closer to her chest, soon, soon she would leave this shit hole with her darling son to safety and as far away from that monster as possible.
And mothers and fathers from all around had a relieved look on their faces, some cried tears of joy and others finally just broke down from knowing, knowing that it will all be okay.
Well except for one old man, in a grand castle in Scotland, behind a gargoyle guarded office. In this office sat an old man, an old man with a long white beard and hair. Wearing half-moon spectacles and the brightest acid green robes with dancing unicorns on them. He sat behind his grand desk, on a throne like looking chair, his hands steepled in front of him, his facial features set in deep concentration, and a foreboding shiver running down his spine. He sat up straight and got out of his chair. He walked over to a shelf and started looking over his knickknacks and trinkets monitoring over one Harry Potter. Everything seemed fine and in place nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He looked at them, scrutinizing them carefully, it wouldn't do if his pawn got away. It was for the greater good after all. But he just could not shake this awful foreboding feeling in the pit of his stomach as he sat down again and reached for his precious lemon drops.
In the middle of a foggy sea, was an island that held the most terrify prison known to Wizarding kind. Here on this island stood Azkaban prison, but that is not important, what's important, is in a cell in a high security section, curled up in the darkest part of the smallish cold cell, was a big filthy looking black dog. It whimpered lightly as a Dementor floated by, bringing its horrid chill with it, but suddenly it pulled back as if sensing something was wrong as soon as it floated by this cell. From the shadows of this cell stepped out two figures, two beautiful looking figures. The dog peered up at them, while it rubbed its eyes with its paws, the women getting its attention. But what got most of its attention was that the shorter of the women, the one with white bright neon blue hair was holding a leash.
Said women opened her mouth and spoke in a soothing and neutral voice. "Sirius Orion Black?" she looked down at the dog expectantly. And huffed lightly when the dog kept staring at the leash, she grinned and tugged the leash hard, pulling out a very handsome looking young man with ridiculous neon yellow and vomit green eye shadow, ridiculously long eye lashes and his hair also that horrible neon yellow and vomit green, with a pair of white rabbit ears resting on top of his head. His mouth tapped over with pinkish looking duct tape and wearing a horrid pink and kill me orange looking tutu with a bunny tail pinned to his butt. His hands handcuffed to his back, while on his feet he was wearing bunny looking glass slippers.
Sirius couldn't help it, the man looked fucking hilarious, and he morphed back into his human form and laughed. His laugh started out light and barely audible, but then it slowly escalated into a horse deep wheezing laugh, tears rolling down his cheeks as he pointed at the man.
Fate grinned widely and started laughing along with the slightly deranged man. Destiny huffed a bit, glad she put up, silencing charms, Notice-me-Not and avoidance charms.
"What the bloody hell happened to you man!?" He barely managed to wheeze out between laughs.
Chaos let out a huff and sniff and turned away from the slightly hysterical man, his cheeks a bright red from embarrassment.
Fate managed to calm down and compose herself and Destiny grinned while looking at Chaos pout indignantly. "That is what happens when you fuck up, and mess with Death's Child." Though Destiny mumbled the last part to herself. Her grin stayed firmly in place as Sirius got down from his laughing high.
Fate huffed and tugged the leash. "Moron." She mumbled before looking at the filthy looking man in front of her. "Let's get back on track. Sirius Orion Black, we have come to make your wildest dream come true." Fates grin was all teeth, Sirius gulped and nodded slowly.
Destiny smacked the back of Fate's head and summoned a chair for herself, she carefully sat down and smoothed her dress out. "Now Sirius, here is what is going to happen…"
Elsewhere, in a densely packed forest, deep in a cave sat a tall, man, with shaggy brown hair, slightly tattered robes and sad looking brownish/gold eyes, his body aching, why does his body feel like shit you ask? Well you see the full moon was a few days ago. And why exactly is that important, well this man, this kind caring man named Remus Lupin, got turned into a werewolf when he was a small child. He transforms every full moon, and it's always a burden on his body. It became less of a burden when he got an acceptance letter from Hogwarts and started attending it. You see besides being a werewolf he is also a wizard. And his closest friends, his pack did not care for this at all. They even learned a complicated transformation to help his inner wolf settle and run during the full moon. As the years went by things got easier. The Alpha of the pack even found his own mate, adding another member to the pack. Though she did not transform, she also did not care for his furry little problem. Remus sighed and looked up at the slightly star filled sky still mourning the loss of his pack.
You see a few years back things where just fine, the pack was happy and strong, and growing. The Alphas mate was with child, a cub to their small family. He was happy and excited. But as things went on things got worse, because a war was happening during this as well. Horrible things happening, people dying or disappearing left and right. But hope and happiness seemed to wash over the gloom and doom when the packs cub, their little Harry was born. Everything was going fine and happy, though there where tough times, but everyone was happy.
Then something horrible happened, on the night on the 31st of Halloween almost three years ago now. His Alpha and friend, brother in all but blood James Potter and along with his Mate and Wife Lily Potter nee Evans died. And from the last person he expected, sweet innocent Peter betrayed them to the Dark Lord.
Remus growled low in his throat trying to calm his inner wolf. Oh, he did not believe for one second that Sirius betrayed them. Why you ask? Well because James, Lily and Sirius confessed to him, that Sirius was not the secret keeper, he was merely a decoy to pull people away while they hide away. And Peter was named the keeper of the secret, because honestly who would suspect sweet innocent Peter of that. He scrubbed his face with his hands in frustration, not only did he lose most of his pack that day, two being dead and one being in Azkaban and not being able to help them, because who would take a werewolf's testament seriously or at all! Not only did he lose them, but his cub, small innocent Harry got taken away from him as well and put in a secret hiding place.
No matter how he begged Dumbledore to know where his pup was, he would not say where he is. He would merely look at him in the eyes, with a sad, and slightly condescending look and simply say. "It's for his safety my dear boy. He is in the safest place in the world. There are bound to be still active and revenge seeking Death Eaters out to avenge their master's death.
Remus growled and tugged at his hair, he felt restless and antsy. Like something very important was about to happen. And as soon as he thought that, a lone, 6'8 tall well-dressed man stood in the opening of his cave. The figure was dressed in a fine looking silky soft black suit, his hair slightly slicked back in a slightly messy fashion, skin pale and seeming to glow. And his eyes, oh his eyes looked like polished orbs of silver with hints of fire red and green.
Remus jolted up right at his smell, the smell of Death, but it was not unpleasant. As the figure seemed to loom over the entrance, his tall and slightly muscular frame slightly intimidating to the gentle man, and Remus stared at the figure. His inner wolf wary of this powerful being in front of him.
"Remus Lupin." It said in a neutral and slightly raspy voice.
Remus just nodded dumbly at the figure.
"Good, good." Death mused to himself and walked further into the cave throwing up silencing charms and notice me not ones as well.
"We have much to discuss young one." Death said in an amused voice as he watched the young man scoot back ever so slightly.