Old Souls
A/N: Ok, This is where the adventure really starts. Harry is a bit confused by the language barrier but otherwise is happy and Hermione is a little shellshocked at her new gender. I hope you like it.
Chapter Song: Alive - By Sia
Rebirth
It is generally a good thing that babies could not remember their own birth. Harry was certainly glad that the whole process was actually more of a blurry half felt memory. He truly was only aware of the world around him sometime after his first few months of life. He supposed that he was around five or six months old because he knew that most babies could only move their neck and sit up around that time. Don't ask why he knew that, he himself still did not know why he read that book on child rearing. Moving on now….
Harry's new name was Barak. Apparently it was a homage to the fact that when he was born a lightning storm had blown in, which was highly unusual in the desert, and he was born the moment that the first lightning bolt hit the ground. Oh, and he could only understand a word in ten of the new language that his mother spoke. That had been slightly annoying to find out.
The tiny baby huffed slightly as his mother chattered down at him. Blinking huge eyes he took in the woman who birthed him. She was a true beauty he absently noted for yet another time as his eyes searched her pretty face. With her large blue kind eyes, always smiling mouth and delicately built face she could have passed off as a noble's daughter. He reached up and gently tugged on a stand of long inky raven black hair and gave the woman a gummy smile. The least he could do was act like a normal child for the poor woman.
The young woman smiled happily back at her baby running her fingers through the fine hair on the child's head and her smile turned a bit sad as she looked at the amethyst strands that slid through her fingers. Meeting her baby's large gold eyes one more time she pushed away her sadness and cooed at her child. She would not let anyone hurt him, even his own father's enemies.
And so Barak's life began.
Hermione, however, was not so lucky. Or rather she wished she could strangle that man that had sent them into this new world. She was now a he, a baby boy who seemed to be born into a family on the run. Still, his/her parents were nice enough if only rather paranoid and constantly moving from place to place. Myrddin as his name now was (He/She had been slightly stunned when He/She had first heard the name.) had been born to a pair of magicians on the run from who he could only guess was the government in this place.
His/Her…. (No he was a boy now so) His mother was very pretty in a pixyish sort of way. Her hair was a wavy/curly combination that Myrddin hoped he did not inherit already familiar with how hard hair like that was to take care of. The color of it was pretty tough, the gleaming white strands reflected the colors around them making her hair tint whatever color was most predominate around them. Her face was heart shaped and her eyes were large on her small face. The irises themselves where a bright lavender that despite the stress of being on the run and having a small child gleamed with good humor and maternal love. Her name was Neven.
Myrddin's father, on the other hand, towered over his petite wife at a good six foot three or so and was a quiet sort. The man was built slim but powerful with thick corded muscle along his arms, Myrddin could also feel just how powerful the man was when he held his fragile baby's body. Still, despite all that, the man was overall kind and very loving to him and his mother. He had the most amazing blue/green eyes though that seemed to see everything around him with a cool wariness of a man who had survived through the worst that the world could throw at him and knew that anything that could go wrong likely would. The man's hair, on the other hand, was just as unruly as Harry's had been if a bit longer than the boy had worn it. The aqua color of it, however, made him look like some sort of sea spirit. His name was Galit.
The baby half wondered just what the hell was up with the genetics of this place if that was an actual hair color in this world. However for being on the run this new life of his was not all that bad. Sure his parents were constantly in motion but they always had time to cuddle with him and murmur to him in what he was beginning to suspect was a form of Arabic. Being a bit of a bookworm in his past life gives him a bit of an edge with this fact however as he frequently learned languages as a young child during his time as Hermione as many books were written in different languages and he could not get translated copies of some of them. Arabic and Hebrew were what most of the religious texts were first written in and he had been deeply curious about that as an eight-year-old, influenced no doubt by his deeply religious grandfather, and as a perfectionist, he learned not only the written word but also the spoken one.
So he can get the gist of what his parents are saying when they whisper frantically to each other sometime during the long nights when they think him to be deep asleep.
"... nobles are still looking…. Niece is gone… Think it was…. Royal army…." The picture his father paints as he murmurs lowly to his mother is a grim one. From what he learned from previous conversations like this he could put together a general picture of what was going on. The magicians of this world were second-class citizens in this country and they had risen up not too long ago in a revolt against the Royalty. Many magicians tried to stay out of it but were slaughtered indiscriminately anyway. His father was someone high up in the previous Magicians hierarchy and he had run with his small family the second the war really started to heat up. His brother and his wife, however, had wanted to stay with there daughter and had been killed when the girl was only five.
Just what kind of kingdom did they live in? Myrddin was slightly frightened of just where he had been born in, and where the hell was Harry in all this? He prayed that the already damaged boy had been reborn somewhere nicer.
As the baby once again fell asleep his mother curled closer to his father and held him tightly to her chest. She smiled down tiredly at her small white-haired bundle of joy and glanced up at her husband laying her head on the man's shoulder as she did so.
"He has your eyes at least, well that and your unruly hair." She huffed lightly at Galit who just shook his head slightly with his own tiny smile and brushed his hand along the child's head.
"Ah, But he got everything else from you." He rumbled out before laying his own head on his wife's. Taking in his child he curled an arm around the mother of his child and vowed once more that he would get the two of them out of this Solomon forsaken kingdom.
And so the boy who was once Hermione Granger was born in a war-torn kingdom far to the north of her best friend. Only time and hardships would bring them back together in the end.
A/N: And here is chapter three. I hope you like this so far! I am working on three stories at the same time so it is taking me a bit longer than I would like to get the chapters done. Anyway, please favorite and review!