Title: Of the Nightstars
Narrated: TorringMay
Typed by: Sorringmay
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13 / Teen
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warning: This story is not to cannon. It will however have some spoilers to HBP. Please do not expect it to follow the story of HBP though.
Summary: After being abandon by the Dursleys as a baby, Harry is raised by another race. After 5 years of odd dreams and magical power surges, his adopted family is allowing him to go to Hogwarts in an attempt to learn to control his powers.
Phonetic Pronunciations:
Shkaria: Shh-car-ee-a
Decios: De-see-oss
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CHAPTER 2
"I think father that perhaps you should start over again," Decios commented looking at his father in disbelief. "With a bit more detail this time."
Shkaria smiled at his son's antics. "Decios you must understand that my knowledge of what took place is limited. Between the elves not getting involved until they were endangered and the wizard kin not being overly forth coming with information I may not have all the pertinent information."
Decios nodded his head to indicate that he understood.
"As I said there was a dark wizard, he called himself Voldemort, who began to come into power I think even before I or your true parents were born. He was very cunning and very sly, working in secrecy at first before becoming bolder in his efforts. By the time the wizarding world was truly confronted by him, he had become very powerful."
"And the wizarding kin did not try to stop him?"
"I they did try, but between the forces he had drawn to him, his own power and his shrewdness he had become almost unstoppable. That was when we elves started to fell the danger. I was sent out to gather information to see how we could help the wizard kin."
Decios leaned back on his forearms brow furrowed in thought. "Why did it take the elves so long to become involved."
With a sign Shkaria ran a hand through his hair. "For several reasons. As you have seen, when there is an emergency in the elven kingdoms all the houses come together to resolve the situation. We were expecting the wizard kin to do they same. They didn't." Decios frown as Shkaria shook his head. "Then there is the fact that both wizard kin and elves are suspicious of one another. Wizard kin can be…prejudice, and elves have long felt the persecution of this prejudice, as have many other races."
"So what happen after you were sent?"
Again Shkaria chuckled knowing how Decios would react. "Well I came to the wizard kin to find that the dark wizard had been defeated. He was defeated by a child barley over a year old."
Decios did not disappoint his father, scowling darkly. "I am supposedly that child?"
"Yes Decios you are. From what I was able to learn your family was betrayed and the dark wizard killed your parents who were protecting you." Decios frowned a somber look about him. "When he came after you though Decios, something happened. Instead of killing you the dark wizard was defeated."
"Why?" Decios asked confused, "Why try and kill me? Why did it not work?"
"The first question I can answer, the second I can not. As to why, it is due to a prophesy."
Decios scowled at him again. "Is? as in the prophesy is still in effect?"
The elf smiled sadly, "yes, it is still in effect. While the first part of the prophesy has been fulfilled, the second half has not."
"And this prophesy is?"
"That the dark wizard would mark one his equal," Shkaria paused and pointed to the lightning scar, "and that nether could live whilst the other is alive."
"What!" Decios sat up once again almost snarling.
"I verified the prophesy with the centaur."
"Great so now not only am I having freak magic surges, raised by elves and being sent to live in a world I don't understand, I have a depraved dark wizard after my blood." Decios shook his head in disgust. "Anything else you want to add? There isn't some rouge dragon that is after me is there?"
"Not to my knowledge," Shkaira laughed.
"Ok so why couldn't he kill me or what ever?"
"Or what ever? My dear Decios, you are already starting to sound like a wizard kin."
Decios stuck out his tongue in response.
"No one is sure. when I asked the wizard kin they said they could tell me nothing, but then they would not tell me where you were either."
"Tell you where I was? They did not give me to you to raise?"
"No child, though I did go looking for you, but with so many children having lost their parents you were impossible to find."
"If you couldn't find me…"
Now Shkaria sighed again, he knew he would one day have to explain how Decios came to live with the elves. "As I was returning to the kingdom I saw a muggle leaving the forest. It was odd to have muggles in the forest at night during the winter season so I went to investigate. I found that he had left you in a snow bank."
"A snow bank? A muggle?" Decios shook his head not understanding.
"I do not know how you came to be with muggles, or why they left you, but I found you and brought you with me to the counsel. We did not know who you were, only that you had been abandon."
"Well then maybe I am not this Harry Pot - "
Shkaria shook his head, "You are Harry Potter, the scar is proof of that. Though I must admit I had forgotten the name till today, and never did it occur to me that the child I was raising was Harry Potter."
"But maybe the scar - "
"Decios, do you recall us talking about magic scripting and how it could not lie?" He waited for his son to confirm this. "I never bothered to check the parchment from the wizard kin for your school till we reached the bank." With that he handed over the parchment. Green eyes scanned the letter taking in the bold print that declared him as Harry Potter.
"So now what?" Decios said sounding defeated.
"Now you go to school and learn."
"But won't they all expect me to be this Harry Potter?
The elf laughed. "Decios you are Harry Potter, and he is no different then Decios Nightstar., just as I am Raven to the wizard kin and Shkaria to elves. You do not have to change who you are."
Decios snorted. Shkaria ruffled his now short black locks. "You will do fine my son, but you have much to think on. Try to get some rest."
Green eye glared at the elf who only smiled back at him before stretching out on his bed staring at the ceiling. Decios pulled himself up and dropped onto his own bed grumbling about life in general.
"They are all going to call me Harry Potter aren't they?" he finally asked after some time.
"I think probably only Harry, but yes. Most Wizards have difficulty pronouncing our names. After all it the Merlin who started calling my kin the Nightstars."
Decios rolled his eyes. While he wasn't happy to be leaving his family and home, his sense of adventure and curiosity had him looking forward to his time with the wizard kin.
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He opened his eyes to find himself in a dark room, the only light being provided by two torches just out of his range of his peripheral vision. In front of him stood two men dressed in black robes, their faces covered by white skeletal masks. Between them was a filthy man cowering on his knees.
Oddly there was a feeling of elation at the man's fear, confusing Decios as he looked on to the scene.
"So Karkaroff, you thought you could escape me." The words left his mouth but they were not his words, nor his voice, further confusing the young wizard. "Did you really think you could elude me Igor?"
"No my lord," was the terrified response.
A snarl curled his lip at the lie, a burst of rage feeling him. "Do not lie to me. You thought I would be to busy to notice one betraying their oath to me." Vile thoughts of ways to torment the man that cowered in front of him tumbled before his minds eye as he decided which form of punishment best suited the man.
"Please my lord - " the man begged before one of the subordinates kicked him.
"How dare you address the dark lord…"
Realization hit Decios at those words, a terror of his own filling him. He was in the dark wizards mind, seeing and feeling what the evil creature was experiencing. He was truly evil, Decios could feel it, it was almost tangible in the air.
"You will pay for this insubordination," the dark lord hissed lowering his wand towards the man. Before Decios could comprehend a white blast connected with the man making him shriek and writhe in pain from his position on the floor.
Decios felt a rage building inside of himself as he felt the dark wizard reveal in another's pain and suffer.
:Stop it!: he snapped mentally and the torture was brought to a halt as a sense of surprise flooded through the dark lord.
:Potter: There was almost a sense of glee in the mental acknowledgement. Decios could feel the dark lord trying to trap him, but the method was crude. It took several more moments for the elf raised boy to realize that this Voldemort was using wizard kin magic to try and trap him, but the young wizard could see the spirit magic that flowed through them giving him the reassurance he needed that he could withdraw to his own mind when ever he chose to.
:So you are the one to blame for my true parents death: It was not a question and his confidence seemed to unnerve the evil creature. :I must say, I was expecting more.: He was gratified with the rage that coursed through the dark lord at that comment. :Sad that they had to die to something so pathetic as you.:
:Pathetic: was the mental replay, he could feel the snarl forming on the non-human lips. :I'll show you pathetic: With that the wand arched back towards the prone wizard giving Decios a split second to respond. In an act of sure desperation he forced his thoughts through the dark wizard's body stilling his hand. The shriek that filled the air startled all three men in front of them who were totally oblivious to the mental conversation taking place.
Decios did not wait for Voldemort to recover, instead acted in the only way he knew how. With easy born from many years of practice, Decios forced pillars of flames to erupt around the dark lord's victim. With a push of wind he forced the man to his feet, watching with satisfaction as the flames produced a corridor allowing the man to stumble away.
Decios smiled mental in gratification when he saw the man disappear from site, escaping his captors. An even greater sense of triumph came as the dark lord screeched his rage.
:You no longer seem to be in an amicable mood: Decios metally chortled:I think we will have to continue this another time.: With that Decios with drew back to his own mind feeling rather please with himself.
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Decios blinked open green eyes as he stretched his arms over his head, a feeling of satisfaction still running through him, leaving a smile on his face.
"What did you do?" came a strong admonishing tone from across the room.
Decios turned onto his side to look at his elven father. "It would seem that I am able to communicate with this dark lord."
"Excuse me?" was the clipped response at Shkaria looked at his son flabbergasted.
"Seems as though I have a connection with him, took a trip through his depraved mind last night, pissed him off too."
The elf's eyes were round with astonishment and fear. "What? How?"
Decios sat up stretching his arms over his head again till his back popped. "He had some guy he was going to do all sorts of depraved things to, you know blood and torture. I kind of interfered and this Voldewarts victim escaped." Decios smiled deviously at his father, "His a bit pissed now because of it."
Shkaria ran a hand through his hair before looking at his son shaking his head. "You do realize that he now knows you are alive."
"He would have learned anyway if they are going to call me this Harry Potter at school. I don't think its something I will be able to hide. Besides this may be fun as well as useful."
The elf sighed, rolling his eyes. "Well get up with you. We might as well get ready, you are suppose to meet with a representative from the school today. They will escort you to the school."
Decios furrowed his brow at the abrupt change of subject. He nodded to his father and got up heading for the bathroom.
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"Raven Nightstar?" The balding red haired man gave the elf a genuine smile. Shkaria took a moment to look over the man's aura and returned the smile. The man's aura was one of genuine kindness and caring, with a tinge of fear mostly for his family but also for other living creatures.
"I am he," The elf said accepting the man's hand. Shkaria never did quit understand this custom of the wizard kin but did not mind the greeting. "This is my son," he said gesturing to the dark haired young man behind him. "I believe you know him as Harry Potter." He chuckled at the snort his son gave.
"A pleasure indeed Mr. Potter," replied the man who held out his hand. Decios, or Harry shook it giving his father a wary look at the odd custom. "I am Arthur Weasley, and this ' the man said pulling a tall gangly red headed boy forward, "Is my son Ron."
Ron nodded and gave a half smile, obviously embraced by the whole situation. Harry nodded back not sure how else he was suppose to react.
"And this young lady is Hermonie Granger."
The short brunette stepped forward and held out her hand. "A pleasure to meet you both," she said congenially.
"You are of muggle decent," Shkaria commented with a raised eyebrow. Heromie frowned out him dropping her hand. "I did not mean disrespect miss. I find that muggle are a bit more accepting of other races. It is a very good trait." At this the witch smiled.
Arthur smiled at the group before ushering them towards the entrance of the Leaky Cauldron where two cars awaited the entourage. Harry looked at the cars with interest. He had been told about the muggle contraption, but never before had he seen one. The dark green car hummed to life and pulled away from the Leak Cauldron. Harry watched for several moments as buildings and people flashed by.
"How does it move without equines to pull it?" he asked to those in the car with him. He had already searched the vehicle to see if it ran by magic, but other than the simple enlarging charm he could find none.
"It has an in-jeen in it that makes it move," replied Mr. Weasley proudly.
"Oh," Harry replied still confused.
"An engine," Hermonie commented upon seeing his still confused look, "is a muggle device that uses a power source to make it go."
This at least made a bit more sense and Harry nodded to her in thanks.
It was not long before they pulled up to another building where there was a mass scurrying of bodies trying to get to and from. Harry listened as trunks were pulled out of the cars and placed on to another muggle contraption called a trolley. With much discussion about a platform they all made their way into the busy building.
Harry was overwhelmed by all of the muggles grabbing a hold of his father's arm so he would not get separated as he looked around. He suddenly found himself looking straight into a brick wall. He watched as The red haired boy Ron stepped through the wall, followed by a red haired girl and then Hermonie. Looking at his father questioningly, he noticed for the first time that the muggles did not seem to notice them, especially his father.
"What do you see," Shkaria asked him.
"A wall, though since you are asking and what I saw I would presume an illusion." He was rewarded with a smile as his father pushed him towards the seemingly solid object.
As he passed through the wall he saw a sigh proclaiming it to be Platform 9 ¾. Before him was a huge contraption painted a brilliant red color. Eye large he turned to look at his father.
"What is that?" he inquired incredulously.
"I believe it is what they call a train, but I could be mistaken," the elf replied wrinkling his nose at the putrid smell emitted by the piece of machinery.
"And I am to ride on it, or in it?" Harry shook his head. Really what was wrong with these wizard kin that they had to use all these contraptions? Wouldn't carriages drawn by hippogriphs and unicorns have worked?
"I do believe that is the idea," Shkaria said frowning. "I do not understand this notion of the wizard kin, nor do I try."
Any further comment was cut off as Harry was elbowed out of the way by the tall blond boy from the robe shop. Harry watched as he stormed toward the train, a group of house elves following with his trunk and owl cage.
"He is not very polite is he?" Harry commented with a frown.
"He is afraid. A trait of wizard kin. They think if they show kindness they are weak, that and the fear issue."
"Ahh," Harry said, "If you don't know what it is it scares you, if it scares you, hate it, then it can't hurt you. What a wonderful lie to tell ones self."
"Perhaps," Shkaria said looking over the blond boys aura, "He does not know that he has nothing to fear. After all the more he knows the less he has to fear." Harry nodded understanding the meaning of his father's words. It was something they spoke of often as he grew up, since elves tended to fear that he was human and not elven.
"Perhaps I will have an opportunity to teach him."
Shkaria nodded looking at his son and notice the swirl of green energy that flowed around him. That in itself was not unusual as this was his son's normal aura. The oddity was the tendrils of silver that pulsed through it momentarily…and how the blond boy's silver aura had shots of green pulse through it at the same time.
"Is something the matter father?"
Shkaria smiled at his son. "No just thinking, you know what your mother says about that."
"Yeah that you shouldn't," Harry snapped with a devious glint in his eyes. Shkaria only snorted. "You will send Hedwig to me?" Harry truly hoped his snowy owl would be able to join him.
"Of course. I do expect to hear of all your adventures at this school. Decios…I do hope not to hear that you have started pranking your first day there though." Harry raised an eyebrow at his father. "At least give the wizard kin a week before you start in." Harry laughed as he hugged his father good-bye before heading tentatively to the train contraption.
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