It was warm, where ever he was. It was comfortable yet he knew he had to awake. Blinking revealed him to be in somewhere, pink and well, fleshy. Looking at his miniscule arms he realised he was floating and was a still impregnated baby, as he woke he presumed he could be born at anytime. Oh yes he defiantly knew he was a boy. Pondering, he wondered what this life would be like; his last life was a bit disappointing, dying of black plague when the disease got curious was not a part of his plan. He had lived many lives now, and knew that wandmaker knew where he was, he couldn't really care. He actually missed his proper parents in these times he was alone. It was part of the routine Helga sorted out, once the child was conceived the gifts of the parent were passed on and the magic would turn again itself. He feels sorry for his father who's magic once he was out of his mother's body, started to slowly turn in on itself, like a black hole, leaving him to convulse on the floor. The nurse grabbed him in fear and the same happened to his mother, he recalled, she started to chock while he watched, he knew what was happening of course but to realise that it would happen to him after nine months of pregnancy wasn't really encouraging.
Maybe that's why every one of his ancestors took this route, this is his second time being born, and all he could remember the first time was COLD! So that also wasn't really encouraging either. He feels sorry for cursing this new mother with well himself. It's not his fault is it, the untrained magic will cause her to grown infectious and die. It's not really his fault, but its times like these in which being Helga's recreated descendant sucks. He can see the reason why though, so the only way to die and stay dead and pass on is to get some poor sap pregnant and then getting eating inside out by magic, then staying in the afterlife with said resentful poor sap. He doesn't really believe this to be the best choice of path for his life or afterlife for this matter. He is also sick of referring to himself in third person as He; a name would be lovely... It is decided he call shall himself, Honani, pronounced Ho-nah-nee, the reason being is that he prefers the name Harry or Har as a nick name and loves to see his new Guardians stumble over it as he gets into trouble. Honani also means Badger in some foreign language, so fits in well being Hufflepuff.
Honani didn't have many friends in his previous life, he is staring his second so hopes he will get some more. He couldn't breathe, something was happening. It felt weird, some sort of pulsing energy. Honani squeezed his eyes shut in desperation and closed his mouth and went with the flow. It wasn't long before, he felt cool, sharp, COLD air, attack him from every angle, he squealed in surprise and started to wail, before feeling a something soft, fuzzy and warm cover him. He silenced immediately and murmured a thank you, which came out more as a gentle coo as he was placed against someone's chest.
Deciding now would be as good a time as any, he blinked...
Bright lights quickly dimmed as he looked into a pair of warm chocolate looking eyes, and gentle flowing brown hair. His new mother was beautiful, too bad he had cursed her the moment his soul entered her body. But it was a good thing, in some ways; the original soul would have become a murderer and killed this beautiful figure above him in cold blood... At least Honani could use sleeping spores on the family before the infection got too bad, another case of plague with a luckily uninfected baby as a survivor... nothing new.
Looking around the room he could see it was middle classy, the room was clean, the bed could be in better condition but it would do, there was a clean window which looked down on a red cobbled street and carriages with horses and a few olden cars driving at a snail's pace past, main street somewhere he guessed.
"Hey there honey, I'm your Mummy" said well, his new mother. "Honey, sounds like someone as sweet as you" she cooed, nuzzling him.
Honani smiled sweetly, honey is a lovely name, yet he'd prefer Ho-Na-Ni though they sound the same. He just mumbled a bunch of frustrated baby babble in response. He looked around, wondering whether there was anyone other than the nurse in the room... There was. A tall, bulky man stood silently, impassively in the corner, with an almost calculating look on his face. He wore a greying suit and a torn up top hat. He had a creased crow's feet in the corners of his eyes, due to age, snarl mimicked from a tiger which oddly suited his stay away look, settled almost permanently from the look on his face upon his mouth. He had harsh cruel Iron looking eyes. Overall his face wasn't at all welcoming; it was the polar opposite of what a new born father's should look like. Noticing his glaze, the mother looked over her shoulder to spot him. Her eyes widened the most minuscule amount.
Honani noticed this of course and glared at this unknown man from her slightly quivering arms.
"Sally" the man greeted in his sick gruff voice, "Well, well, well, looks at what you tried to hide from me... That thing in your arms... You should have known to never mess with your bloodline so you hid here in the muggle world, how very unlike you my dear Renasci."
Honani knew this man was very, very stupid, not only does he mention the word muggle in a room with a muggle nurse, but he pissed Honani off to know that man is German, Honani knew that Grindelwald was growing in power before he died, even though his body was of a muggle descent. Plants are very good spies. Slightly happy that he's of a Wizarding bloodline, it would explain everything a whole lot more if plants suddenly start to craw up his body when he's sleeping, slightly ticked that this man could be a threat to him. Also he's happy to have a full name. Honani Renasci...
Nice, exotic type of name.
"Y-you don't understand, I-I loved him and he threw me away! Does it really matter what happens to Honey? Please I beg you don't kill my child!" She pleaded as the disgusting man, slowly walked forwards towards her, in her blood soaked dress, Honani widened his eyes, why hadn't he noticed this, and it was taking effect sooner than he thought. He shrieked trying to avert the attention towards the toxic barbed vines creeping towards the unaware mother. The nurse turned oblivious to the man. Disillusion Charm. The nurse shrieked also, gaining the attention of the two adults.
His mother in all her glory turned and gasped at the vine crawling up her body. It was a dull dark purple colour and was smooth like a snake. It stalked up her body around her chest, lassoing around her waist to hold her still. The nurse grabbed him before with lightning speed; the vines lashed her wrists together. Her olive skin, streaked as the veins stood out pronounced as poison touched her skin, her lips plump red, looked like small bags of blood as the poison took effect, sloshing every now and then as her body convulsed. Her brown eyes wide with panic darted between the Man and Honani. Honani stared at her eyes as they connected and let a small word leak out before the vine reached her mouth.
"Sorry" He whimpered. Brown eyes went wide in shock and adoration before filling with terror as the vines unknowingly crept towards her mouth from her neck. Honani looked away, choosing to instead stare at the man in the corner, the sick man. The dirty man, who stared in, adoration, fascination, and almost lust as he watched Honani's mother convulse as vines streaked her insides with poison. It was far from over.
Honani knew what was to happen so blocked his ears and eyes from view, he knew the vines would manoeuvre through her living body, poisoning and killing any organs it met as it went, winding down her windpipe, past her vocal chords, down through the bloodstream to the heart. Where it would wind around and around and constrict like some demented snake waiting until the body would give its last signal of life. Still to ensure nothing could possibly bring the victim back to life, would cause thick, pulsating thorns of giant ice cream cone size to erupt from her body at all points of where the vines touched the body, from the vines themselves before retracting at in human speeds to slither back to where it came from.
Honani knew this as he too would go through this as his magic turned against him, when he impregnated some poor soul.
Honani waited... and waited... and waited... hearing the squeak and slither erupt from the vocal chords he whined, withdrawing tighter within himself... Waiting...
And undignified squelch of torn skin, blood and bones and Honani knew it was all over. Opening his eyes, he saw a bloody mess on the floor; a beautiful lifeless face staring emptily was all that remained. The eyes were always untouched, the vines thought the eyes were beautiful so didn't dare touch them, it was what happened in everyone of these cases, he turned his head to see a bloodstained vine wave at him before departing out the window from whence it came.
The room changed significantly from the beautiful white room he was birthed in, it was now a delicious looking murder scene. Streaked vines caused a delicate pattern against the window towards the body, which was nothing more than a mush with a beautiful purple jaw face. The blood leaked down the tiles to pool near Honani.
Honani wouldn't deny himself. He loved this. He loved the colour red, staining the white background. Many other descendants denied themselves by denying this; they were pulled from the soul line so some other would take their place, Honani couldn't say he didn't like blood, he did. He could be a vampire but no, he was nothing more than a blood bathed baby, as all descendants have to be. You see, Helga didn't do this type of magic without consequence, there has to be a sacrifice so the transfer would be complete.
An unknown fact; Helga Hufflepuff, may have been the best at healing magic, but if she was in combat, she could have matched Salazar, Blood for Blood. So many deaths hung over her Death Bow. It was her hidden hobby between the two founders.
Honani blinked putting a hand in the crimson liquid before looking up, when had the nurse put him down. He saw her, lying against the wall in shock by the looks of things. He forgot about the man. Turning he saw him also leaning over next to the wall, staring in hunger at Honani. Flinching back slightly, Honani glared as dark a glare as he could muster.
They were interrupted in their staring contest by the doctor, who dropped his fancy clipboard in the blood in shock before looking around the room and running out, perhaps to get the police. It splashed and splattered onto Honani, who cooed as he admired the colour. Nothing could replicate blood. It was too thick for water, too thin for paste; it was just in between and helped poppies grow.
Honani looked up as the man walked over. He had a calculating grin on his face. Honani had enough of him, if he wanted to kidnap him, face the muggles first. So Honani sneezed. Little did anyone know that, Honani had subtly torn down the strange man's Disillusion charm with a simple sneeze, without the man even noticing.
Thundering footsteps alerted the three including the nurse of the police which appeared not one second later. Taking in the scene, they quickly apprehended the nurse and took longer to apprehend the bulky man, who snarled taking in the smug face on Honani. Honani knew he hadn't seen the last of him. One police officer looked at him and Honani looked back, smiling gently.
Honani wondered, what was going to happen next now that his mother was dead, his father abandoned him, and he had a crazy snarling wolf-like man interested in him, as he was being carried away through the hospital by the Policeman.
Done, woo 2,112 words I love it :D
Before I get any complains though, he isn't a normal baby, alright, he is way past his due day and has naturally occurring muscles in his body as being a weak floppy baby after being a strong adult gets annoying after a while, so Helga obviously fixed it. I will then explain later what happened to Honani's mother and her back story. Yah so done! Woo I just had an urge to do chapter.
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