『_England 。Little Whinging_』
A young small child lay fast asleep beneath the shadows of a willow tree. The sun shone brightly in the summer sky and the wind blew gently, occasionally ruffling the boy's hair and blowing up his bangs to reveal a tiny lightning shaped scar.
"BOY! STOP LOAFING AROUND AND GET SWEETIE DUDDERS SOMETHING TO EAT!"
And along with the screeching voice, came a cold bucket of water that wetted Harry thoroughly from head to toe. Coughing violently and blinking his eyes owlishly he pushed himself up from the warm grass. Wobbling slightly, he made his way into the house.
"JUST HURRY UP ALREADY YOU USELESS PIECE OF SHITE! DEAR DUDDERS IS HUNGRY!" The screeching voice came again, and Harry muttered a quite: "Yes, Aunt Petunia", before making his way into the stainless kitchen. The bright lights reflecting off all the pots and silverware stung his eyes and bright green eyes began to water. He rubbed at them tiredly then proceeded to make the snacks. A few minutes later, he emerged from the kitchen with a huge plate piled high with a rather queer mix of 3 pieces of bread, 4 pieces of bacon, scrambled eggs, Mars Bars and a scoop of ice-cream(I know, I know, just bear with me XD). He carried the plate in to the living room-almost tripping over because of the oversized pants-and placed it on the table, meanwhile, a woman sat on the sofa, watching the scene unfold with cold eyes, not even offering to help.
"That took you long enough." She said scathingly, after glaring at the little boy, she turned and yelled in a sickeningly sweet voice: "Oh Dudders~ Your snack is ready! You can come down now!" A few moments later, with a loud piglike grunt, Dudley came rumbling down the stairs. He looks like the direct opposite of the little boy, with dirty blonde hair, insignificant brown eyes, and he's also looks quite over weight for a kid his age. He, glared at the other boy, before sinking into the expensive leather sofa: "Is he giving you trouble again, mom? It's okay, I'll willingly help you beat him pulp! I need to practice my fighting skills anyways." Sneering smugly at the other boy, he picked up the huge plate and started devouring the contents without manners of any sort, making grunting sounds as he chewed and swallowed, much like a pig. He tore open a Mars Bars roughly and bit into it, then, he threw the wrappers at the boy in the corner.
"How'd you like that? FREAK?" Scraps of food fell out of the corner of his mouth and onto the carpet. Seeing that the boy didn't reply, he continued with the assaulting. "Stupid freak can't even talk now, is that it? Did you lose your voice while crying for your parents? Speaking of which, where are your parents, Potter? Are they dead? They're dead!" He snorted and laughed, while the thin little boy just stood there quietly in the corner, head bowed low, and tiny trails of tear streaming down his petite face.
"Well, just go back to your room and leave us alone, boy! " Aunt Petunia screeched in her sharp soprano voice. Harry nodded quietly before dashing into his so called "room" a.k.a. the cupboard under the stairs. He curled up in his tiny bed and rocked his tiny body back and forth as he wept silent tears of loneliness.
『4 Years Later 』
It's dark.
Terribly so, it's so dark that he couldn't even make sense of what's going on. As Harry stood alone in the suffocating darkness, he heard a soft, hissing voice.
"Come...Come to me...Come to me..." Harry shivered slightly, the voice seemed to come from all around him, wrapping around him and giving him the feeling of being in a cocoon made of sounds. His feet moved on their own accord, and it feels like he's been disconnected from his body. As his feet dragged him onwards, he saw a tiny red glow.
I'm going to get out of here! He thought, and attempted to run, but found out he couldn't, as if his legs had been turned to jelly. The glow became bigger, and in front of him, he could see the distinct shape of a tunnel. And, along came a wave of hot moist air and a stomach turning smell. Like a mixture of the smell pieces of rotten meat, blood, and the smell inside a female's womb. Harry attempted to turn back, and found out that he couldn't, his feet then carried him into the tunnel, and onto a bridge, he looked down and his breakfast almost came up from his stomach. Beneath the bridge, is a great pit filled with hot, bubbling, blood like red goo. Occasionally, a bubble would appear and when it bursts, a wave of that nauseating smell would come with it.
Oh God, what is this place! Harry thought desperately and tried to break free of the invisible chains that had bonded his body in place, but it was entirely useless. He couldn't move a muscle, couldn't blink his eye, and couldn't even scream.
Then suddenly, a bulge appeared on the surface of the red goo, and what he saw, almost made him wish that he could die. He watched, as a thing-he really have no idea what to call it-slowly came up to the surface of the liquid. It had the body of a woman, except about thrice the normal size, with wet hair falling all over her face. The face has got no eyes, nose, or eyebrows whatsoever. But at the place where the mouth should have been, there's a huge black hole, which would open up and let out pained howls and screams that's mixed with pleasure and happiness. And the body, as Harry saw the body, the contents of his stomach came right out his mouth.
From stomach down, it looked completely like a mutilated fat worm. The bottom looked like a huge tube with creases. The creature convulsed repetitively, all the while howling and screaming. Then, Harry realized with a start what the creature is doing, it's giving birth.
Harry woke up with a start to the sound of his Aunt's fist banging on the cupboard along with her shrill voice. He groaned slightly and shifted around on his little "bed" made of countless old blankets and old clothes. The memory from the dream burned into his mind like red hot iron. He felt nauseating, as if that smell is still all around him, as if that creature is still right in front of his eyes. He shook his head wildly, messy tresses flying all over his face. It's just a dream. He told him self. Just a terrible nightmare. Just a dream. Just a dream. He chanted it like some sort of holy mantra until he had calmed down slightly and stopped shivering. He brushed his hand through his raven locks and donned his clothes. Then opened the cupboard door.
"BOY! WHY DID YOU WAKE UP SO LATE? WE RAISED YOU FOR ALL THESE YEARS, AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY US? BY SLEEPING AND BEING LAZY LIKE A LAZY SWINE? HURRY UP AND MAKE US SOME BREAKFAST! NOW!" Uncle Vernon hollered at Harry and Harry could feel his eardrums ringing in protests. He quickly bowed his head and made his way into the spotless kitchen.
Breakfast was an extremely chaotic affair.
First, Uncle Vernon spilled coffee on his new tie and shirt. His face had turned purple with rage and somehow managed to blame it all on Harry. He started beating Harry and Harry fell and landed not so lightly on Aunt Petunia's lap. Who squealed in shock and spilled her breakfast tea all over Harry's hair and trashed her arms around wildly, hitting Dudley in the process. Dudley was hit in the face twice with his mother's flinging arms. His eyes rolled around randomly in his socket comically and he leaned back onto his chair, which fell backward and caused Dudley to hit the ground hard. Aunt Petunia yelled and Uncle Vernon howled, instantly crowding around their "Sweet Dudders" and attempted to wake him. Then, the shrill sound of doorbell interrupted their cries of concern.
"GO GET THE DOOR, BOY!" Harry opened the door and retrieved the mails from the mailmen.
"Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia... There's a letter that's for me!" Harry's heart shaped face lit up with happiness as he saw a letter for him, but sadly, that happiness was quite short-lived.
"For you? Don't be absurd boy, no one would send a mai-" He snatched the mails from Harry's hand and was cut short as he saw a letter wrapped in parchment with Harry's name on it.
"So can I keep it, Uncle Vernon? It's for me right? It even says 'the cupboard under the stairs'!"
Uncle Vernon tore the letter open roughly with a vengeance. As he read over it, his face had somehow turned from it's normal pink to a deep red then to blue and then back to the plume like purple again, which, Harry thought was quite amusing.
"JUST WHAT I THOUGHT! FREAK! YOU'RE A FREAK! JUST LIKE YOUR FREAKISH PARENTS! GO BACK TO YOUR ROOM RIGHT NOW! JUST GO!" Uncle Vernon started shouting with rage and Harry could fell tears swell up in his eyes. He ran back to the cupboard under the stairs.
A few days later, the Dursley's house was flooded.
Not with water of course, but with letters. All for a certain Mr. Harry Potter. The letters seemed to burst out from all sort of opening in the house. The chimney, the kitchen window, even the tiny attic. Nevertheless, despite their large amount, Harry never managed to get his hand on one of them. But it had been amusing enough for him to watch Uncle Vernon run around and burn letters while Aunt Petunia and Dudley cowered in the corner, wailing and squealing in fear. Whoever is sending these letters, Harry decided, must be the most brilliant guy on Earth.
After a week filled with chaos and letter madness, the Dursley's had finally decided to move from Little Whinging temporarily. They moved to a little house by the beach and decided to live there until the bloody letters stopped coming.
Only a week has passed, and so much had happened. Harry and the Dursleys are now back at Number 4, Privet Drive, Little Whinging. But everything had changed.
Harry had found out during the course of the past week that he is a wizard, and so were his parents, who were murdered by a man called Voldemort. When he had first heard the news, Harry almost fainted. He had always thought that murders and evil lords are something from fiction stories, although this whole "Wizard" thing itself is like a fairy tale. Still, Harry found himself feeling quite skeptical. This whole "Harry Potter and his family are wizards" deal does seem quite surreal and it's with some difficulties that Harry had accepted the concept that there is a whole other world out there. A world filled with wizard, witches, and strange beings that he had never heard of, it's the world of magic. However, Harry wondered, is the Magical World really a safe and nice place to be? While it certainly is the perfect escape from the Dursleys and a great chance to learn about something new, could he be in danger? For all he knows, one crazy plastic surgery addict(he figured that out from Hagrid's description of the man) had already came after him. And Harry's almost certain that there are other maniacs out there that would like to kill kids. Hagrid had promised him that he would be under the protection of England's greatest wizard - Albus Dumbledore, while he studies at Hogwarts, but Harry is still feeling uncertain. If this man really is as strong as Hagrid said, then why hadn't him protected his family from the crazy Voldemort guy? And what about during the summer breaks when he's not at Hogwarts? How will this Super Dumble Bee guy protect him then? Harry snorted, at the moment, he's not going to just recklessly put his trust into this Dumbledore guy who he doesn't even know, he's going to have to wait and observe for himself.
『_England 。Le cœur_』
The first time that Tom had stepped into this place known as "Le Cœur", was 50 years ago. He had changed so much, but this place, looks exactly the way it looks 50 years ago, without a single change. "Le cœur"is settled at the very middle of England, and not a single being lived in the one mile radius of this buildling. It's at the very top of the highest glacier, the sharp rooftop looking as if it would poke through the cloud and into the sky at any moment. Many people would say that this, is the heart of England. However, little did they know, the real heart of England is actually right underneath, like a mirror image beneath the horizon. Deep down inside the core of the Earth.
The deepest place, is known as "The Valley of Prophecies".
Which is exactly where Tom is right now.
Tom stood in the hallow room, this whole place is made out of crystalized ice. This palace is the core of all things magical, and this is the place where the Silver Priests slept. In the middle of the room, in three crystal coffins, with rays of gentle reflected lights beating down on them, lay the figures of three people.
Two male, one female.
Their whole body seemed to be carved right out of crystal, and they look almost transparent. They have the face of the most beautiful angels and they wore identical robes made with the softest silk.
Tom knelt down beside the coffins and lowered his head respectfully, then, a voice spoke. It sounded masculine but at the same time feminine, it sounded smooth but with a slightly rough edge, Tom knew, that this is the voice of the silver priest's soul.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle, this map beneath you shows the location of a suburb in London called Little Whinging."
Tom stared at the icy ground beneath his feet, a map started to appear on the smooth surface and along with it, a couple of glowing blue spots and 2 red dots.
"You are to go there, and retrieve a boy with the name of Harry Potter, who will become your rightful apprentice."
Tom's crimson eyes narrowed and his lips tightened. Harry Potter, isn't that the name of the boy who is supposed to defeat him? Didn't he kill the boy's parents? How is he supposed to face the boy now? Would the boy even be willing to become his apprentice?
His thin lips moved: "And why are there two Lords over there already?"
"One of the red dot is your apprentice, Harry Potter."
"The what about the other one?" Tom asked slowly. "What is the other red dot?"
END~~~~
AN: Here is chapter 1! I know it's kinda short but I'll try to make the next few chapters longer. And once again, thanks to everyone who reads and I love you all for bearing with my horrible horrible grammar! The next update might take like a week or something since school is going to start next week, luckily I dun have much homework and for that I'm gladdddd XDD. There's going to be a lot of OCs in this story and I will try to stick to canon as much as I can. But for those of you who don't like OCs... Mah~ Just have to live with it :DD Oh and one last thing, Le cœur seems to mean "Heart" in french... Or am I wrong..? -Luv
Nanaya Sama
