Darrastrix-iejir
by
RyuStarr
A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed and those who noticed my spelling errors. I need a beta if any one wants to take a shot e-mail me at Now on with the story!!
Chapter 2
One Year later, The Alaor, island in the Alamber Sea, Toril...
Harry sat in the banquet hall of his Grandmothers lair, chatting with Maya, Firaral and Cale, a Spellguard of Silverymoon, about his latest training session. Maya
was teaching him swordplay, while learning how to scout and move without drawing attention to himself form Firaral. Cale was teaching him of the Art and the Weave.
Harry had been in the realms for hardly a month, before showing the signs of being a sorcerer.
Over the course of the last year Ara had told
him about Voldemort, his defeat and that Harry was known as The-Boy-Who-Lived. They had stopped talking as Ara lend in several clerics of Mystra, Selune, Kelevmor,
Tyr, Bahamut, Eilistraee and Meiliki.
Harry stood and bowed to the arriving clerics, "Well met, good clerics."
His trainers nodded to each of the clerics in turn, as Ara moved to her grandson. "Harry," she began, "We need to have a serious talk. It seems that these clerics have
been called upon by the Deities to raise your mother from the grave."
Harry smiled giddily, and turned to the assembled clerics, "Truely?"
A short, female with wave, blue hair, wearing the symbol of Mystra, walked forward and placed her hands on the table, "Yes, but only her not your father."
Harry's smile faltered some, then frowned, "How we don't have a physical piece of her to use."
"Harry," Ara sighed, "Please let Sylphie finish."
Looking slightly sheepish he said, "My apologies. Please continue."
Sylphie chuckled, "That's alright. Under normal conditions you'd be right, Harry." He looked her in the eyes questionally. She smiled, "The Fourteen of us have been gifted
with a ritual that will bring her back to life. But it comes at a price." After saying this she lost her smile and all the conversations stopped.
Harry sat in suspense for a few breaths before timidly asking, "What price, Sister Sylphie?"
She made eye contact with Ara before looking at him again, "Well the first part of the ritual will remove one of your eyes," Harry gasped at this as she continued, "This
will cause you pain and damage the socket that your eye can not be replaced with anything, nor will you be able to heal it." She shuddered at this and took a drink of ale
that had been placed in front of her by an Unseen Servant. You will be unconscious for a day as we use that eye to resurrect your mother. After that is done you should
both wake up."
Ara then drew his attention, "Harry you don't have do this ritual. We ca find another way if need be."
Harry shook his head and smiled sadly at everyone, "It is up to me to decide to do this, correct?" After the clerics nodded, he proudly stated, "I would gladly give up both
eyes just to have my Mum back."
"Well said young Harry," the Tyrian Priest applauded, "Tis just to return her to you after what happened."
Beginning of the ritual, atop the island Alaor, Midnight of the full moon...
Harry stood, nervously in his loose drawstring trousers as he watched the clerics prepare. "Scared, cub?" Firaral asked. Harry glared, well glared as well as a
nervous six year old boy can, at the Were Tiger."A little," he replied softly, then smiled slightly, "But I'll have my mum back soon. That's all that matters." Firaral looked
down at the glazed look on his young cousins face.
Sylphie walked over to them, saying in a soft voice, as the Priestess' of Eilistraee began to sing and slowly dance., "It's time Harry. Are you ready?"
Harry simple nodded as Firaral patted his shoulder and walked toward the raised tier and laid down. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes, as the clerics of Tyr, Meiliki and Kelevmor took up
a slow chat as a counter balance to the song. the arranged themselves around both the tier he laid upon and the empty on next to him.
Harry felt Sylphie place ointment on his left eye and heard her begin to chant in the celestial tongue. As the chanting began to escalate he began to feel pain in his eye. Determined not to cry out
the pain sharpened and Harry suddenly heard a young girl giggling. Carefully opening his right eye, as he couldn't feel his left, he saw a girl in a pale pink nightdress leaning over him. She had
bushy brown hair and deep brown eyes, Harry smiled at her and she smiled in return. Harry thought that she was pretty, even with the slightly buck teeth she had.
"Hello," he greeted, sitting up as she moved. "Hi," She replied, "My name is Hermione Granger. What is your name?"
"Mine is Harry James Potter."
She giggled again, "Why are you in my dream?" Harry stared at her in shock, 'Her dream? Wasn't I just on the Island', he thought.
She frowned, slightly, "What island, Harry", she asked.
"The Island of Alaor," He replied.
"Were is that," she questioned.
He looked around before looking at her again, "Its in the Alamber Sea, near Mulhorand and Thay."
She looked at him funny, "Okay, I've never heard of it." Then in a huff, fists planted firmly on her waist, "You still haven't answered, 'Why are you in MY dream?"
Harry shrugged then placed his arms on his knees and looked up at her, "Do you believe in magic?"
"What does that have to do with it", She asked angrily.
"It's part of my answer."
"Oh," she frowned biting on her lower lip, "Maybe. Some weird things happen when I'm really angry or scared."
He stood up, smiling and pulling her to her feet, "Magic is real. In fact watch this." Harry lifted a hand and whispered, "Lights" and five balls, about the size of a soda can appeared around them.
"Ahh," She breathed, "that's amazing, Harry."
He shook his head, "Nay not really. That's easy stuff."
She smiled sweetly, "Can you teach me how to do that."
Harry shrugged, "Sure, I guess so." He paused to think, "Okay, Hermione. Hold out your hand palm up and close your eyes." He waited as she complied, "Now imagine your arm and hand.
After you have it tell me. Just nod." After she nodded, he continued, "Now think of a river flowing in your arm. It runs from your shoulder to your fingers and back." After a few minutes she
nodded again. He smiled and walked around behind her, gently placed his hands on her shoulders, whispering softly in her ear, "Now concentrate on slowly and gently drawing the river up
through your palm as it exits your hand chant over and over light." He watched as she brought her magic out slowly and watched as it flickered into light. When the ball of light was gently
pulsing in her hand he Whispered again, "Open your eyes, Hermione." She slowly opened her eyes and gasped, which broke her concentration. Harry smiled and squeezed her shoulders,
"See you can do it."
She squealed happily turn and wrapped him in a bone crushing hug, saying, "Oh, thank you, oh thank you." Laughing with her he hugged her back.
She let go and stepped back and asked him, "What's next, Harry?"
He laughed at her thirst for knowledge and began to say one thing, but he felt like was being pulled away, "I'll show you more next time, Mia. Looks like I'm waking up. Goodbye."
As he opened his eye to see his mother looking at him, "Hello Mum."
Lily Potter, with tears in her eyes she replied, "Hello baby." Then she engulfed him in her loving embrace.