Title: Before Wind, there was Creation
Summary: Harry Potter, who ate a test product from Fred and George, ends up going terribly wrong when they conclude that they had added wrong ingredients, which results in the gift of Psychometry for Harry, (the Psychic ability of receiving visions and feelings through objects you touch.) Draco Malfoy, on the other hand, is growing and changing his views and mind in ways both light *and* dark. BUT...Is there a bigger force at work here? Can Harry's ability help Draco get out of the depression he is slowly spiraling into? (HP/DM Yaoi [Boy/boy relationship]. If you don't like it, DON'T READ.)
All of my thanks goes to:::::
destinywriters--Thank you sooo much! This review was absolutely sweet as honey...*cough* Ahem, but besides the stupid cliche I just used, I really did find this review wonderful. =) Hope you like this chapter.
Desertrain--Lol, yep ^_^ I'll fix Harry. It might take awhile, though. *Sighs* Yes, the mysteries of 'time'. *Sighs again*
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Wind is to fire like distance is to love; it extinguishes the small and enflames the great --Anonymous
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The temple was amazingly large; Any noise echoed over and over like the never-ending ripples of a water bend. Every step clicked around Harry, confusing him further as to who actually occupied the palace. The ceiling was decorated with a painting of modern gods and goddesses, many of whom were crowded around an unpolished wooden table. Many basins surrounded the inner walls full of bubbling, steamy water.
Chiron stopped Harry by his shoulder as they came to the center of the room, quite far away from the still-open portal and the filled basins. A squared, flat stone lay by its lonesome. There were carvings in it; mainly of past wars and the history of the Trojan War.
"Chiron, where are we?" Harry asked. His tearstained cheeks reminded Chiron of the terror just before; How could Harry forget someone he's known for *so long*?
"We're in the land of the gods, now, Harry. The temple of Apollo. Wait right here-" Chiron ordered.
Harry waited, twisting the ring on his right hand. Nervousness coursed through his veins; He only knew half the story as to why he was here, but it was all just a bit too fuzzy in his head to grasp all of the faint visions. There were - holes. Missing memories. He felt it in his heart. He felt that he had once known them before, but now...
Harry stopped in mid-thought as Chiron called over to him. "Harry, hurry up! Come here!"
Harry arrived to a towering, stone door with many inscriptions on it in a language unknown to him. Chiron quickly strung the words out on his lips, and the entrance opened up to a dim room full of dark blue, foot-long candles.
Harry cautiously walked in. "Is it safe?" Harry asked, trying to reassure himself that Chiron would never lead him into trouble.
"Is it safe?!" Chiron repeated incredulously. "Why, of *course* it's safe!" Chiron burst out laughing at the thought of it being unsafe. This was Apollo's lair - Where the God of Prophecy, himself, slept!
Harry flushed in embarrassment, but quickly got over it. Far in the corner of the room was a large bed with indigo colored curtains, many silk pillows, and plush silk bed covers. The room itself looked like a personal sanctuary; Where only the finest were dined in bed.
There was only one problem.
"Where is he?" Chiron asked himself quietly.
Harry had overheard. "What do you mean, 'Where is he'? Where *should* he be?!" Harry asked, his tone tense. Tiny spouts of fear throbbed through his veins.
Chiron rubbed his chin in nervous thought, and bit his bottom lip in habit. "This isn't right; Let's hope to the gods that he's at a council meeting right now, and not at some humiliating show of power between himself and other gods. He's been known to do those kinds of things over the many years, and he isn't known to get out of a fight for many earth-days. Hopefully, we'll be able to find him. Come on, Harry. Follow me."
Harry followed timidly, leaving behind the musky scent of the candles.
A large door was at the opposite end from Apollo's room. All Chiron had to do to exit the temple was to push both heavy doors open.
A burst of light greeted them, and they shielded their eyes for a moment before their sight adjusted. They walked out and breathed in the fresh scent of air. This wasn't like anything Harry had ever smelled before; It smelled of lilac and cherries at the same time, without any hint of pollution. Everything smelled sweet. A pond was seen at the far end of the garden, and without asking permission, he sprinted into a full run.
The water tasted like perfect honey sliding over his lips. Harry sighed in contentment for a moment, and closed his eyes at the twittering of the birds above. He peeked his eyes open, and saw a mountain in the distance. Suddenly, a memory came back to him in full force.
**A boy...Why is he singing that sad melody? The blonde hair, who is he? I remember his face, but I - I don't know who he is!
'Lest the mighty mountain breaks,
and sees its years are few....'**
The vision stopped, but automatically started back up when a single dove landed a few feet away from his hand.
** 'Call of the pearly dove, sheath the sword in duel...' His voice cracked. But why is he crying? I don't get it! **
Harry growled in frustration at the broken memories. He *would* ask Chiron, but he doubted he'd get anything out of him.
"Harry, hurry up! We *have* to go!" Harry heard hooves coming towards him, and he turned to see Chiron standing above him.
"Chiron, I - Do we really have to go?" Harry pouted. He had totally forgotten about the mission! Why he was here! To save Fred and George, and - Harry had a feeling it had something *very* important to do with that blonde that kept appearing in his reoccurring memories.
"Yes, we *have* to *go*, Harry," He paused here, and sighed. "I'm sorry. I know how beautiful it is here, but we *must go*."
Harry slowly but hesitantly nodded his head. He understood, but he wished that he didn't. He really wished he didn't. He didn't want to leave this place of perfection-
Another flash went through his head. It was the blonde, again. Perfect, pale skin, not touched by the suns harmful rays... The cutting edge of his voice like a beautiful rose's thorns... His eyes, a perfect match to the silver school of fish that swam in the pond beneath him...
"Harry? Harry, hurry up. We don't have all day, you know," Chiron sighed, and pulled Harry up by his arm. Chiron could be quite gentle, yet strong when he wanted to be. "Here, get on my back." He demanded, not even waiting for Harry to simply nod. Chiron slowly and carefully pulled Harry onto his soft fur, and positioned the rider's hands around his neck.
"Hold on, Harry! We're going in for a wild ride!" Chiron howled, grinning. Harry had to smile at that. Without a warning, Chiron sprinted into a wild run, and Harry was going through the garden at quick speed. It was about faster than his firebolt! That - was fast.
Harry's eyes widened when they left behind the contents of the garden. A wide plain was left where wild elk and deer grazed, where bunnies were seen popping out from bunny holes; This was just utterly amazing, and Harry didn't even have the words left in him to demand Chiron to stop. The sun didn't beat down on him savagely like it did during Quidditch tournaments against Slytherin. The clouds blanketed it enough to keep the sun's heat from escaping and slowing them all down.
Chiron kept sprinting without taking a rest for about thirty minutes. Harry had passed many things during the ride; He had passed many statues of famous Greek humans that the gods adored. He had also passed a waterfall that reminded him a lot of the glade that he knew he had went to one time. He also passed a village where many spirits bought from the markets of the town. From all that he'd seen, Harry had concluded that being dead was exactly like being alive, except more - in peace. Everything else about life and death still held room for theory, so he didn't busy himself on contemplating those issues.
Finally, Chiron stopped at a rest site among a group of at least ten willow trees. They were beautiful, and swayed with the warm breeze that also ruffled Harry's hair.
"Well, I say we should stop here," Chiron suggested, putting his hands on his side. "Come on, off with you." Chiron smiled and chuckled, while Harry clumsily got off of the half man-half horse.
"Where are we?" Harry asked, yet again. There was a lot he obviously didn't know about this world.
"We are not at the council meeting, that's for sure," Chiron sighed. "But hopefully, we'll get there, soon." Chiron glanced around him, and looked at the small spring that trickled its way past the rocks and dirt beds. He couldn't tell Harry where they were; if he did, Harry was sure to lost hope. They were far from where they were supposed to be. Way too far. He couldn't let the boy's hope be stolen away, though. Not after all he'd been through. He didn't want to tell him about Draco, because something in him told him not to. A nagging voice, like something trying to control him...
Chiron dismissed that thought. Surely he was stronger than to listen to a demon! Yet, what if that was his common sense talking? Chiron sighed inaudibly, the battle of consciences not interrupting Harry's dozing.
As he lie, Harry could hear the hypnotizing trickle of the pure spring water and the shuffling of Chiron's resting hooves. The graceful stems of the Willow tickled Harry's nose every once in a while, and that's all he thought about, until...
Another voice interrupted his peaceful thoughts. "Harry," It echoed, "I need you! They're hurting me, I - I can't stay this way much longer. Asclepios, he..." But the voice trailed off, and ended. Harry's eyes snapped open, startling Chiron's water gazing.
"Harry, Boy, what's wrong?" A frown of concern was etched into his forehead.
"I - someone, in - in my head!" Harry yelled, ecstatic. Who had that person been!? Why could they talk to him like that? And why did he have the burning desire to apparate to that destination right now and rescue the poor, desperate person before any more physical or mental pain was caused?
And why could he suddenly feel the snap of a whip on his back?
"Ow!" Harry exclaimed, rubbing the sore spot. Chiron's eyes were bulging in confusion; Why was this happening? There was absolutely no explanation for it!
After that pain subsided, another pain seared through his forehead-
To the bolt shaped scar.
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Chapter Notes:::: Sorry, guys! This chapter was quite short - but I didn't know what else to do. Doing anything else would either drag the story out more that its going, or speed it up. Anyway, hope you liked this chapter! I'll be sure to get the next one out when I can. (In at least a week or less)
Summary: Harry Potter, who ate a test product from Fred and George, ends up going terribly wrong when they conclude that they had added wrong ingredients, which results in the gift of Psychometry for Harry, (the Psychic ability of receiving visions and feelings through objects you touch.) Draco Malfoy, on the other hand, is growing and changing his views and mind in ways both light *and* dark. BUT...Is there a bigger force at work here? Can Harry's ability help Draco get out of the depression he is slowly spiraling into? (HP/DM Yaoi [Boy/boy relationship]. If you don't like it, DON'T READ.)
All of my thanks goes to:::::
destinywriters--Thank you sooo much! This review was absolutely sweet as honey...*cough* Ahem, but besides the stupid cliche I just used, I really did find this review wonderful. =) Hope you like this chapter.
Desertrain--Lol, yep ^_^ I'll fix Harry. It might take awhile, though. *Sighs* Yes, the mysteries of 'time'. *Sighs again*
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Wind is to fire like distance is to love; it extinguishes the small and enflames the great --Anonymous
_________________________________________________________
The temple was amazingly large; Any noise echoed over and over like the never-ending ripples of a water bend. Every step clicked around Harry, confusing him further as to who actually occupied the palace. The ceiling was decorated with a painting of modern gods and goddesses, many of whom were crowded around an unpolished wooden table. Many basins surrounded the inner walls full of bubbling, steamy water.
Chiron stopped Harry by his shoulder as they came to the center of the room, quite far away from the still-open portal and the filled basins. A squared, flat stone lay by its lonesome. There were carvings in it; mainly of past wars and the history of the Trojan War.
"Chiron, where are we?" Harry asked. His tearstained cheeks reminded Chiron of the terror just before; How could Harry forget someone he's known for *so long*?
"We're in the land of the gods, now, Harry. The temple of Apollo. Wait right here-" Chiron ordered.
Harry waited, twisting the ring on his right hand. Nervousness coursed through his veins; He only knew half the story as to why he was here, but it was all just a bit too fuzzy in his head to grasp all of the faint visions. There were - holes. Missing memories. He felt it in his heart. He felt that he had once known them before, but now...
Harry stopped in mid-thought as Chiron called over to him. "Harry, hurry up! Come here!"
Harry arrived to a towering, stone door with many inscriptions on it in a language unknown to him. Chiron quickly strung the words out on his lips, and the entrance opened up to a dim room full of dark blue, foot-long candles.
Harry cautiously walked in. "Is it safe?" Harry asked, trying to reassure himself that Chiron would never lead him into trouble.
"Is it safe?!" Chiron repeated incredulously. "Why, of *course* it's safe!" Chiron burst out laughing at the thought of it being unsafe. This was Apollo's lair - Where the God of Prophecy, himself, slept!
Harry flushed in embarrassment, but quickly got over it. Far in the corner of the room was a large bed with indigo colored curtains, many silk pillows, and plush silk bed covers. The room itself looked like a personal sanctuary; Where only the finest were dined in bed.
There was only one problem.
"Where is he?" Chiron asked himself quietly.
Harry had overheard. "What do you mean, 'Where is he'? Where *should* he be?!" Harry asked, his tone tense. Tiny spouts of fear throbbed through his veins.
Chiron rubbed his chin in nervous thought, and bit his bottom lip in habit. "This isn't right; Let's hope to the gods that he's at a council meeting right now, and not at some humiliating show of power between himself and other gods. He's been known to do those kinds of things over the many years, and he isn't known to get out of a fight for many earth-days. Hopefully, we'll be able to find him. Come on, Harry. Follow me."
Harry followed timidly, leaving behind the musky scent of the candles.
A large door was at the opposite end from Apollo's room. All Chiron had to do to exit the temple was to push both heavy doors open.
A burst of light greeted them, and they shielded their eyes for a moment before their sight adjusted. They walked out and breathed in the fresh scent of air. This wasn't like anything Harry had ever smelled before; It smelled of lilac and cherries at the same time, without any hint of pollution. Everything smelled sweet. A pond was seen at the far end of the garden, and without asking permission, he sprinted into a full run.
The water tasted like perfect honey sliding over his lips. Harry sighed in contentment for a moment, and closed his eyes at the twittering of the birds above. He peeked his eyes open, and saw a mountain in the distance. Suddenly, a memory came back to him in full force.
**A boy...Why is he singing that sad melody? The blonde hair, who is he? I remember his face, but I - I don't know who he is!
'Lest the mighty mountain breaks,
and sees its years are few....'**
The vision stopped, but automatically started back up when a single dove landed a few feet away from his hand.
** 'Call of the pearly dove, sheath the sword in duel...' His voice cracked. But why is he crying? I don't get it! **
Harry growled in frustration at the broken memories. He *would* ask Chiron, but he doubted he'd get anything out of him.
"Harry, hurry up! We *have* to go!" Harry heard hooves coming towards him, and he turned to see Chiron standing above him.
"Chiron, I - Do we really have to go?" Harry pouted. He had totally forgotten about the mission! Why he was here! To save Fred and George, and - Harry had a feeling it had something *very* important to do with that blonde that kept appearing in his reoccurring memories.
"Yes, we *have* to *go*, Harry," He paused here, and sighed. "I'm sorry. I know how beautiful it is here, but we *must go*."
Harry slowly but hesitantly nodded his head. He understood, but he wished that he didn't. He really wished he didn't. He didn't want to leave this place of perfection-
Another flash went through his head. It was the blonde, again. Perfect, pale skin, not touched by the suns harmful rays... The cutting edge of his voice like a beautiful rose's thorns... His eyes, a perfect match to the silver school of fish that swam in the pond beneath him...
"Harry? Harry, hurry up. We don't have all day, you know," Chiron sighed, and pulled Harry up by his arm. Chiron could be quite gentle, yet strong when he wanted to be. "Here, get on my back." He demanded, not even waiting for Harry to simply nod. Chiron slowly and carefully pulled Harry onto his soft fur, and positioned the rider's hands around his neck.
"Hold on, Harry! We're going in for a wild ride!" Chiron howled, grinning. Harry had to smile at that. Without a warning, Chiron sprinted into a wild run, and Harry was going through the garden at quick speed. It was about faster than his firebolt! That - was fast.
Harry's eyes widened when they left behind the contents of the garden. A wide plain was left where wild elk and deer grazed, where bunnies were seen popping out from bunny holes; This was just utterly amazing, and Harry didn't even have the words left in him to demand Chiron to stop. The sun didn't beat down on him savagely like it did during Quidditch tournaments against Slytherin. The clouds blanketed it enough to keep the sun's heat from escaping and slowing them all down.
Chiron kept sprinting without taking a rest for about thirty minutes. Harry had passed many things during the ride; He had passed many statues of famous Greek humans that the gods adored. He had also passed a waterfall that reminded him a lot of the glade that he knew he had went to one time. He also passed a village where many spirits bought from the markets of the town. From all that he'd seen, Harry had concluded that being dead was exactly like being alive, except more - in peace. Everything else about life and death still held room for theory, so he didn't busy himself on contemplating those issues.
Finally, Chiron stopped at a rest site among a group of at least ten willow trees. They were beautiful, and swayed with the warm breeze that also ruffled Harry's hair.
"Well, I say we should stop here," Chiron suggested, putting his hands on his side. "Come on, off with you." Chiron smiled and chuckled, while Harry clumsily got off of the half man-half horse.
"Where are we?" Harry asked, yet again. There was a lot he obviously didn't know about this world.
"We are not at the council meeting, that's for sure," Chiron sighed. "But hopefully, we'll get there, soon." Chiron glanced around him, and looked at the small spring that trickled its way past the rocks and dirt beds. He couldn't tell Harry where they were; if he did, Harry was sure to lost hope. They were far from where they were supposed to be. Way too far. He couldn't let the boy's hope be stolen away, though. Not after all he'd been through. He didn't want to tell him about Draco, because something in him told him not to. A nagging voice, like something trying to control him...
Chiron dismissed that thought. Surely he was stronger than to listen to a demon! Yet, what if that was his common sense talking? Chiron sighed inaudibly, the battle of consciences not interrupting Harry's dozing.
As he lie, Harry could hear the hypnotizing trickle of the pure spring water and the shuffling of Chiron's resting hooves. The graceful stems of the Willow tickled Harry's nose every once in a while, and that's all he thought about, until...
Another voice interrupted his peaceful thoughts. "Harry," It echoed, "I need you! They're hurting me, I - I can't stay this way much longer. Asclepios, he..." But the voice trailed off, and ended. Harry's eyes snapped open, startling Chiron's water gazing.
"Harry, Boy, what's wrong?" A frown of concern was etched into his forehead.
"I - someone, in - in my head!" Harry yelled, ecstatic. Who had that person been!? Why could they talk to him like that? And why did he have the burning desire to apparate to that destination right now and rescue the poor, desperate person before any more physical or mental pain was caused?
And why could he suddenly feel the snap of a whip on his back?
"Ow!" Harry exclaimed, rubbing the sore spot. Chiron's eyes were bulging in confusion; Why was this happening? There was absolutely no explanation for it!
After that pain subsided, another pain seared through his forehead-
To the bolt shaped scar.
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Chapter Notes:::: Sorry, guys! This chapter was quite short - but I didn't know what else to do. Doing anything else would either drag the story out more that its going, or speed it up. Anyway, hope you liked this chapter! I'll be sure to get the next one out when I can. (In at least a week or less)