Tura and Me
Author — Bridgeport
Disclaimer — Harry Potter doesn't belong to me. I'm just borrowing the characters for a while.
Genre — Crossover (Harry Potter / His Dark Materials)
Rating — PG
Summary — All the witches and wizards have a daemon. Harry's daemon is a little different... like that's a surprise. He is Harry Potter after all.
Read this before you start this fanfiction! — This fanfiction is a cross-over between Harry Potter and the His Dark Materials series. In His Dark Materials all the people have a "Familiar" (they are called daemons in the books.) A daemon is a part of a person's soul that is not inside of you. Instead, the part of your soul is a the daemon. The daemon walks and talks to you.
The shape a daemon takes is connected to a person's personality. If you are kind your daemon might be a bunny, for instance. If you are sly your daemon might be a cat or a snake.
It is taboo to touch another person's daemon. You should only handle your daemon—no one elses.
Your daemon can talk back to you and to other people, too.
Check out the His Dark Materials series by Philip Pullman to learn more about daemons.
Chapter 2
"Did you see him?" someone asked. It was Professor Quirrell. It was a surprise that he could speak without stammering. A silver lynx trolled around the legs of the spindly chair he sat on.
"Yes, Professor Dumbledore. Were you able to check on his well-being? How did he seem?" another voice said. Professor McGonagall adjusted the spectacles perched on her nose. Her daemon, a cat with orange and white stripes, sat on her lap. She petted it with her bony hands.
Professor Dumbledore nodded. His daemon—a peacock—strutted back and forth behind the professor's majestic chair. His daemon (like Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall's) was unlike the others. Their daemons were colored. Professor Dumbledore's daemon was rarer still. It looked like a real animal.
At the moment, his daemon named Faux was stretching its feathers to display its vibrant plumage— a bright red, an imperial green and a deep, dark purple. "Yes. I was able to see him. He went out with his family to the zoo. I believe it was his cousin's birthday. He seemed well enough."
Professor McGonagall nodded in approval. Professor Snape rolled his eyes. A small black bat sat on his shoulder. It had shiny white fangs and unblinking, blood-red eyes.
"Well, that's quite lovely to hear," Professor Sprout said. A large silver hedgehog sat between her feet. It was sniffing around as if it were trying to figure out how to burrow beneath the castle's stone floor. "When will you be sending his letter, Professor McGonagall?"
"Soon," she responded. "Very soon.
"And then… things will begin," Professor Dumbledore said.
Snape snorted. "Oh, joy."
"I have something for you, Harry," Tura said. She was muffled due to small white object placed between her teeth. She was a dog again. She likes being the golden retriever, Harry noted.
"Not right now, Tura," Harry said quietly. He was crouched below the window of the Dursley's home. He was eavesdropping to hear what was happening on the news. He did that from time to time. The Dursley's didn't like it when he sat with them to watch the television.
"But, Harry, I think it's important. An owl dropped it."
Harry frowned. "An owl? A real owl?"
"Yes, a real owl! Open it! C'mon, open it!"
"Tura, sssshhh, be quiet," Harry said just in case the Dursley's heard her—though they never heard her before. But Harry decided to listen to his Familiar. He crawled out from the flower bed he was crouched on and made his way to the back of the house. Tura followed.
He found his favorite spot—a large oak tree with strong, wide branches. He pulled himself up onto a tree branch and tried to find a comfortable spot to sit. "Okay, let's have it," he finally said.
Tura used her teeth to place the object in Harry's hand. He examined it closely.
It was a letter. The letter was white with bright, emerald green ink on the back. It read, simply this—
Mr. H Potter
The Cupboard under the Stairs
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey
Harry stared. "The cupboard under the…" He gulped. "How could they know that, Tura? How could they know?"
"That's what it says, Harry? That's what it says?"
"Yes."
"Really? I- I don't know, Harry. But maybe it will explain more in the letter. Go on and open it… I've been waiting on pins and needles to find out what it says!"
Harry nodded. He carefully opened the letter.
He would have laughed and thrown it away… if he didn't have Tura. Suddenly, it seemed like all the answers to the universe were upon him.
"Tura… it says I'm a wizard!"
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