Last Time In Prelude For A Providence...
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Aubree came out of the bathroom just as she was finished washing her face to see Harry cry out in alarm and surprise. She turned to where he was looking, and decide that Harry had good reason to yelp.
There was a winged boy standing outside their window.
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Harry's sharp, intellectual green eyes surveyed this…being…while Aubree was utterly agape.
"Are you going to let him in?" asked Harry quietly, as his black haired companion was nearest to the door.
Aubree looked flustered. "No, No, I'm not, Harry! What if he's dangerous!"
"He only looks to be a couple of years older, Bree."
"And he probably moults, too! And has claws--"
"Talons," corrected Harry, and Aubree raised a clenched fist.
"Would you like this to connect with your head? You seem to be taking this all very calmly!"
Harry again looked at the boy with magnificent red wings outside, on the other side of the window.
"I think he should put a shirt on, it must be awfully cold out there without one on."
"He has claws-"
"-Talons-"
"-And you are worried about his health." stated Aubree wittily. "Shouldn't we be worried about the mental problem you seem to have?"
Harry was quiet for a moment, and then said with a funny expression on his face, "I don't think nine year olds are meant to know what a mental state is."
Aubree pondered this statement, and answered; "No, I don't suppose they are. Oh well, we must some sort of--"
But whatever some sort of thing Harry and Aubree are, we are to never find out.
For the bird-boy crashed through the window, landing on the wooden floor with a dull thump.
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Nikolas looked up at Harry and Aubree with curious, brilliant golden eyes.
"Hello," he said pleasantly.
Aubree was on the verge of becoming hysterical, again, Harry noticed from a sideways glance at her. Better do something about that.
Don't get hysterical, Bree! he thought, concentrating on Aubree, squeezing his eyes shut only for a minute.
"Hi," said Harry shyly.
Aubree, who seemed to not be hysterical anymore, but extremely angry, fired;
"Why the bloody hell did you decide to crash through our window?"
"Aubree!" scolded Harry. "Language!"
Aubree turned on Harry. "I may have never had mother, Harry, but if I did, I'm sure she'd sound just like you! Now, let me question Mister Bird-Brain here!"
Harry honestly didn't know whether to take offence for being compared to Aubree's mother.
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A million miles away, Bellatrix Lestrange probably would have taken offence for being compared to the little boy who brought her master down.
Probably.
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"So, what you are trying to tell us that some guy with a reaaaaallly long beard is looking for Harry, and sent you, a ten year old boy who can change into a red Phoenix, to deliver a letter to him and tell him to come to his school. Oh, and you hate this long-bearded man because he took you away from your forest?" asked Aubree, repeating all that the boy had told them.
Nikolas Fawkes mulled this over, and then nodded. "Yup, that's about it."
Harry shrugged a non-committal shrug. "S'all fine with me. I'm Harry by the way. Miss Interrogation over there is Aubree."
As Harry and Nikolas shook hands, they didn't hear Aubree mutter under her breath, 'Serious mental problems!'
"How about we go for a walk after breakfast?" suggested Nikolas. "There's this little clearing we can sit and talk."
"Can you do anything about those wings?" questioned Harry.
Nikolas nodded. "Yeah."
He then ruffled his fire-red hair, winked his right eye, and with a ruffle of feathers, the wings dissolved into his tanned skin until they look like extra bones on his back.
Harry was in awe.
Every day things just seem to be getting weirder and weirder…
'Twas a pity that our poor protagonist didn't know that in yeas to come things would be a lot more than just weird….
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Harry, Aubree and a shirt-wearing Nikolas found themselves stumbling across a sobbing dirty-blonde haired girl, who looked to be their age as they walked to where this supposed clearing would be, just outside of Diagon Alley.
The girl seemed to be muttering to herself.
"…Can't believe I got lost…oh, Daddy will be so worried…what will I do…?"
The girl looked up at them with a tiny 'Oh!' of comprehension that someone had interrupted her crying. She sniffed, and raised her head from her hands.
Her big eyes were wide as a smile crept upon her thin face. "Hello."
Harry, Nikolas and Aubree traded wary glances, before replying in unison; "Hello yourself."
They then began to befriend a girl the same age as Aubree and Harry, by the name of Luna Lovegood.
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"Well, Aunt Trelawney…I don't believe she's a real seer." continued Luna as the trio listened raptly, "I mean, she has her moments…but…well, I get them all the time…"
All of a sudden, something flashed in Luna's eyes and she stared at Harry and Aubree eerily, unblinkingly. He voice became detached and cold sounding and she gasped before her eyes took on a white glow.
Her mouth opened, and she spoke words with an air of confidence and utter belief in them.
"Those with pure hearts in the fifth year,
What you seek is lurking near.
The answers that you just might find,
May be obscure, lost in time.
Her providence is determined by her will,
While his, for her sake, must be fulfilled.
Prophecies; words, determining fate,
Alas the choice to follow is but a rare trait.
As fate meddles he leaves a clue;
Go back to where you began; your prelude."
And then Luna promptly fainted. Harry and Aubree took no notice as they turned to one another.
"She just made a prophecy! About us!" cried Harry flabbergasted.
"That sounds like a load of Hogwarts, Harry."
"Don't you mean hogwash?"
"Hogwarts…ha. Wonder where I got that from?"
"I don't know! But--"
"But…we aren't five, Harry. It said fifth year. So the prophecy can't be about us!"
"What about me?" pouted Nikolas. "It didn't say anything about me!"
Luna slowly stirred, and Nikolas jumped at the chance.
"Hey, Luna! Why wasn't I in this prophecy?"
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In the city of Tiranë, Albania, a cloaked figure wearing a turban laughed appreciatively.
"Milord, it can be done."
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TBC….
A/N: I feel the whole Luna bit was a bit rushed. Hmm, oh well, you'll get the full story next chapter…
Hope you all enjoyed this one; reviews/flames/criticism is always welcomed.
Oh, and Tirane is the capital of Albania. Which is in Europe. Oh yeah, who did their research? That's right, I did my research.
Nikolas is meant to be spelt that way…what do you think of the prophecy? Made by Luna?
Should Harry and Aubree trust Luna's 'words of wisdom'? She is known for believing in crazy stuff.
I do apologise for rambling irreverently.
Love, LMM.
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