Summery: A broken soul ends his existence only to end up in another world entirely, in the care of those who need him, and the key player to the fate of three races.
Rated: M, just in case.
Disclaimer: neither Harry Potter nor Earth Final conflict is mine, and are the sole property of their creators.
Authors Note: another chap! Happy new years!
Key to Destiny
Chapter 3: Settling In.
The Star child Program was to be a final highlight as the 'spin doctor' as the humans put it arranged for the first on board the mother ship interview. Da'an, as the North American Companion, and the next in line of hierarchy in leadership to Zo'or, was to bring Puck with him to add a more family friendly appearance, and highlight the benevolence they were trying to portray.
Da'an would only have a week to prepare his newly acquired charge.
The Taylon had made arrangements and had the embassy grow his new charge quarters there. It was one of the conditions of the Star Child program, to show the authentic motivation behind the venture.
Puck looked up at the organic spiraling arches of the embassy that seemed to grow around the more rigid buildings of Washington like some cross between a plant and a bizarre animal.
Puck never thought that his life would ever lead to this.
Then again, he had never expected to be alive, but that was a given assumption considering he had been sentenced to death.
His new alien guardian was on the mother ship with Mr. Kincaid in a meeting with some taylon called Zo'or.
By his side, a friendly seeming lady with shoulder length wavy brown hair and a nice but casually fit suit with a side arm under her tan brown suit jacket gave him a sympathetic smile.
It had not been so much her kindness that had got him to go with her when Mr. Kincaid had been unable to pick him up from the orphanage, it was the name.
Lily.
His mother's name. She had even looked a lot like his mother from the pictures he once had, but for the difference in hair and the eyes.
The same reassuring smile that had looked out from those pictures, the mirror of Erised, and the shadow that had come from…
He flinched, quickly burying the memory of…him.
At the slight whimper that escaped from his throat, Lily Marquette acted on her instincts and reached out to the distressed boy.
Puck flinched at first, but accepted the touch.
This women bore a connection to the one he had to be close to at all costs.
The voice said that the one he was to be near would not harm him. The voice that had given him this second chance, the voice that had taken away his teenaged years and left him at the age he was when his life, if you could call that, ended and a knew one began the day a giant of a man held out a letter that told him he was a wizard.
But that was in another dimension, another Earth that no longer needed him.
He was so tired, he hurt so much, all he had wanted when he stepped through the viel was to rest so badly. The voice though, had come to him, in a place he couldn't quite remembered, but only knew as the time between time, a place that the voice dwelled and had said that Puck, then Harry Potter, was not yet ready to pass on, that he was needed in a world. That he had a mission.
The first and last coherent utterance that he would ever utter since he awoke on this Earth that was not his own, the only one of his kind, was to scream his despair in the empty alley in the place called the fringes in the seedier and forgotten derilect areas of Washington, DC in America.
He had thought, this past month since his arrival and stay at the orphanage that perhaps the voice had decided to ignore him or was being merciful. That fate would leave him in peace for once.
But then that taylon had looked up into his tree, into his eyes, and he knew with a certain resignation, that this was the one he was supposed to meet and that fate would never finish making him her personal play thing.
Ms. Marquette, slid an arm around his shoulder and lead him inside.
"I know that this must all be overwhelming for you. I was intimidated to when I first stood in front of this place." She revealed easily.
Puck let the women guide him inside.
He was lead through winding hallways that looked just as organic, though with more hints of purple and red then the blue that was more predominate on the outside of the structure.
Eventually he was lead ever steadily higher until a section of the wall dissolved to reveal an almost human looking room, though the furniture looked more like it had grown from the walls and floor. A single, almost cradle like bed with soft blankets and pillows, a desk, recesses in the wall for books and another opening that revealed a more human bathroom.
"I got to head to the mother ship to make a pick up, but…" he was turned and she grasped his thin shoulders, tipping his chin upward with a finger and giving him a searching look, a look from soft forget-me-not blue eyes, he thought sadly. Not the green eyes of his mother. No, another thing he had yet to see on another face.
"If you ever need help or need company, just give me or Liam a call alright?"
He nodded, moving his eyes from that face that did not belong to his mother. Oh how it hurt!
"Do you have your global that Da'an had issued for you?"
Puck nodded, holding up the strange device that seemed to be a staple for the people of this Earth, the way that cell phones where for muggles and owls were for wizards on his old dimension. He was fortunate that some of the other older orphans had one and a few of them had taught the silent boy the ins and outs of how to use one.
"Now, I took the liberty to put in mine and Liam's private global frequency. You can reach any of us any time you want alright?"
Puck nodded, still avoiding her face.
She gave him another searching look before finally leaving, the entrance dissolving and reforming seamlessly in her wake.
Puck sat on his new bed and felt the tears fall.
Ooo ooo ooo
When Da'an returned to the embassy and Liam had also left for the night after giving one last check to security, Da'an walked towards a section of seemingly blank wall hidden from view in the shadows under the platform behind his chair. With a wave of his hand the wall dissolved to reveal a modest bedchamber, and curled up on the bed was his new ward and st on the edge of the bed, regarding the young human.
He wished that he could have been there for the child's arrival, but the last preparative meeting with the Synod before the reporter, Abby Franklin, was scheduled to appear on the mother ship for her interview required his presence.
As Da'an knew he would, Zo'or had insisted during the meeting that Da'an bring Puck to the ship, thinking that it would be the most opportune time to meet and unveil the figurehead for the Star Child Program and had, of course, completely ignored Da'an's request to give the boy more time to adjust be fore he was thrown to the mercy of the media.
He was broken out of his thoughts by the boys unhappy whimper as he shifted restlessly in his sleep, still clothed and hugging his backpack like a lifeline.
Da'an was further startled when the child rolled over and curled up against him, instantly relaxing at his presence and physical contact.
His worries seemed to melt at the feel of the slight weight and warmth of the boy.
He found himself reaching out and drawing the boy closer, carding his fingers through his hair soothingly.
He sat that way for a while, and then carefully tucked the boy under the covers, and left the boy to his slumber. He would need the rest.
Ooo ooo ooo
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