The Phoenix Ancients
Chapter 04 – A lonely badger, rosebushes, truths from a lily, and a magical birthday…oh boy.
Cedric was having a horrible day, not that it was any surprise to him actually. He had been forced to stay in the private room at St. Mungos since the incident at the Tri-Wizard Tournament and had hated everyday since. Dumbledore had forced him here, saying that the only people that knew that he was alive and well were only important people, i.e. members of his little Order. Sighing out of aggravation, he flung himself backwards on the bed in the small room. He had had one visitor other than Dumbledore and his henchmen, and he hadn't even known who they were. They had come in a deep red cloak with the hood pulled up to shade their face and had on a voice concealer charm. They had given him one thing he had wanted since he had woken up in the white room; the truth about what had happened that night.
The person had told him that it was them that had been the one to cast the so-called killing curse, and before he could interrupt asking how he was still alive if it was a killing curse, the figure had cut him off by explaining.
/flashback/
"I am a Mage, a magical race that specializes in battle magics and other things. I had captured and stunned the rat, Wormtail, and took his place in the graveyard." The figured sighed sadly. "I knew that I was incapable of stopping Tom Riddle from performing the ritual, so I had to let him…come back." It shook its head, hoping to shake the thoughts from its head. "But, that does not matter. When he told me to 'kill the spare', I had to think quick. So, instead of actually killing you, I sent a Stunner, Stasis, Illusion, and Spell-Color Changer spell bundle at you while saying the Kedavra Curse. The Stunner so no harm would befall you, the stasis to stop blood flow and give a better appearance of your death, the illusion was to make it look like the Kedavra worked, and the spell-color changer to turn the spell bundle killing curse green." The Mage bowed their head mumbling something under their breath. "Forgive me, Mr. Diggory. I had not intended for you to be locked up in this room. But I am not in the favor of Mr. Dumbledore." The Mage stood to leave and made their way to the door, only to pause and look back once more. "I do hope that Mr. Dumbledore's machinations do not hurt you more than they have already, Mr. Diggory. If you are in need of my assistance, simply call out for NB and I shall aide you in any way possible." With that, the Mage left, leaving a confused Cedric behind.
/end flashback/
"Ugh, why does everything have to be so bloody confusing?" Cedric groaned as he covered his face with his hands, hoping to block out the white of the room.
"That, Mr. Diggory, is a very good question indeed." A feminine voice said from the foot of his bed. Cedric snapped up from his laying position to get a look at the person attached to the voice and was shocked to see a female Goblin decked out in Healer robes. Smiling sadly, the Goblin waved her hand several times causing Cedric's things to pack. "I am Junior Healer Pulifi and I do believe you have been in this prison for too long." Cedric blinked owlishly at the Goblin before jumping off the bed with a grin on his face.
"Yes! I'm getting out of here! Woo!" He jumped around for a bit, and doing a dance of some sort. When he stopped he looked at the Goblin a bit sheepishly before bending low and offering his hand. "I am eternally grateful to you, madam. May I inquire as to where we will be going?" He asked, offering a charming smile to the now blushing Goblin.
"That, Mr. Diggory, shall be a surprise that you shall see for yourself." Grasping his hand, the Goblin waved her hand once over his belongings making them disappear, then thinking about the hospital room she wanted to go to, the duo disappeared with a 'pop'.
oOoOo. Goblin Underground – Hospital Room # 3 .oOoOo
Calla was chewing her nails nervously. After eating last night and taking those potions, she had fallen into a peaceful sleep. When she awoke several hours later, it was closing in on noon, she had noticed something wrong in the room. Looking over to Harry, she noticed him thrashing about on the bed in obvious pain, so doing the only thing she could think of she screamed for Healer Dzetum. Only a minute later, the disheveled Goblin rushed in and immediately went to Harry's bed. Dzetum placed her hand on the boy's forehead and frowned deeply, the boy was struggling with something, that was obvious, but what caused her great concern was that he was struggling with himself.
When Dzetum removed the blocks the previous day, she had been able to remove all but the glamour and attitude charms, seeing as they were tied to something within Harry himself. What Dzetum guessed, is that Harry was battling himself to let his true personality to show thru. Sighing, Dzetum pulled her hand away and waved it over him, hoping to help his internal struggle. As she was finishing with her spell work, there was a soft 'pop' behind her, followed by a squeak of surprise and two gasps of shock and fear.
"Is that…Harry?" A male voice asked. Concentrating on her patient she nodded stiffly, wiggling her fingers slightly. This was a strong Attitude charm, she thought to herself.
"Pulifi, assist me please. The charm is too strong and he is losing the battle in breaking it." Her voice was stern and held a bit of worry in it. She had grown to care for the human child before her in the very short amount of time that he had been there. Pulifi had joined her now and was weaving the same spellwork that she was doing, their subconscious barely picking up the hushed conversation going on behind them. Finally, with a bone chilling shudder, the charm broke and Harry relaxed back onto the bed. Dzetum sagged briefly before bracing herself on the bed. "Remind me to injure Albus Dumbledore, Pulifi. To do such a thing to a child…" She shook her head in disgust before backing away from the bed and spotting the newest occupant. Turning to Pulifi, she raised an eyebrow and gestured for her to explain. Pulifi looked mildly embarrassed but defiant all the same.
"Madam Healer Dzetum, the Headmaster has locked this youngling up in a white prison cell since his supposed death. This, Madam, is Cedric Diggory. The magical community in its entirety was left to believe his death at the Tri-Wizard because of one Albus Dumbledore. He found out that Mr. Diggory was not dead but chose not to tell anyone, including the grieving Harry and Mr. Diggory's family." Pulifi stated before her face blushed in anger. "A whole year he has been locked in there, only being fed and watered. Nothing more, nothing less. I had to release him and figured he'd want to speak with young Harry once he awakens, ma'am."
Dzetum stared at Pulifi in shock. If what she said was true… "How dare he! That greedy old goat!" Dzetum growled, hands twitching as if she wanted to strangle something.
"Excuse me Madam. But…can you tell me what's wrong with Harry?" Cedric sounded worried as he gazed upon the younger boy. Dzetum took a moment but nodded.
"Well, I guess I should start at the beginning. Harry and his Aunt turned up here…"
oOoOo. Number Four, Privet Drive – Rosebush .oOoOo
"Tonks, shh! The muggles will hear!" Remus Lupin whispered fiercely as Tonks yelped in pain as she poked herself with a thorn from the rosebush they were hiding in.
"I can't help it Remus! Who hides in a rosebush anyhow?" Tonks grumbled back, rubbing her bleeding arm. Remus held his hand up and sniffed, long and deep. Tonks fidgeted, twisting the hem of her sleeve. "Remus, are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, what if Dumbledore catches us?" Remus just shook his head, trying to discern the scents he was smelling.
"Don't worry about it Tonks." He turned suddenly, grinning widely with his amber eyes flashing dangerously. "Besides, he doesn't stand a chance. Little does he know that I've embraced Moony and have stopped taking the Wolfsbane." He chuckled as Tonks' eyes widened and her face paled. "Don't worry, Moony won't attack you." Remus pulled out his wand and gestured to the door.
Getting the signal, Tonks crept to the door and opened it with an Alohamora before she slunk into the darkened hallway with Remus right behind her. After they entered, they both knew that the house was empty. Climbing the stairs quickly, they entered Harry's room to find his things gone and blood scattered around the room.
"This isn't looking too good." Tonks whispered before grabbing Remus' elbow and apparating out of Number Four Privet Drive.
oOoOo. Goblin Underground – Hospital .oOoOo
Harry groaned as he rolled over in the comfortable hospital bed, he felt stiff, drained, hot, and like he was moving thru molasses. He was glad that he had been put in a healing coma before Healer Dzetum had started removing the first of his blocks, because if he felt this way now he loathed to think what he felt when she was removing them. Sighing, he buried his head deeper into the pillow, trying with all his might to ignore the chuckling from somewhere near him. Harry turned his attention away from the distracting noise and thought about what had happened about a minute ago, in reality it was four hours. He had been asleep, in a black void and out of nowhere a different Harry appeared in front of him. They had fought with each other, hoping to gain dominance. He knew he was losing but when he was suddenly feeling stronger than the other, he was able to dispose of it and win the battle. He was so confused; why did he fight himself? Coming back to the present, he jumped a little when he felt someone place a cool rag on the back of his neck.
"Easy there, Harry." A familiar voice said, causing Harry's eyes to snap open and focus on the slightly blurry form of Cedric Diggory.
"Cedric?" Oh how he hated himself for his voice cracking. "They were right…you are alive." A small smile graced his lips before his face twisted in pain again.
"Yeah, I'm alive and I'll explain how once you're better." Cedric stated calmly as he removed the cloth from Harry's neck and cast a cooling charm on it before placing it on Harry's forehead. "Are you alright? Do you need me to get the Healer?" Harry nodded stiffly, he felt as though he was being run over by a truck…slowly and multiple times.
Cedric disappeared leaving Harry to his thoughts. So his parents weren't pulling his leg when they said that Cedric was alive; boy, he couldn't wait to hear how someone else survived the Killing Curse. Harry reached up and pulled the now warm cloth off of his forehead and buried his face in his pillow. The light was killing him, the dark hurt; what the hell was wrong with him?
"It's the day before your birthday, Mr. Potter. If I'm correct, you'll be turning sixteen, yes?" Harry just nodded, his face still buried in the pillow. "Good. What you didn't know, I'm assuming, is that technically wizards and witches come into their full powers and inheritance on their sixteenth, not their seventeenth." Healer Dzetum said as she and Cedric entered the room again. She performed a quick scan over him and grunted in disapproval. "You are going thru this much different than any other humans that I have seen. Most just feel sluggish, not feverish. Now, I can't do much to help you; if you have too many pain potions or fever reducers in your system when you come into your inheritance, it'll block your full power and it sometimes even kills." She sighed and placed the now permanently cooled cloth on the back of his neck again, then waving her hand she vanished his pajama top, ignoring the enraged gasp from Cedric about the marks on Harry's back, and placed a newly conjured permanently chilled towel on his back. "That's the best we can do for now." With that, she did a quick check on Calla, who was reading a journal from Lily, then left.
"Why can't anything I do be normal?" Harry grunted, not really expecting an answer.
"Because you're Harry." Came the duel reply from Cedric and Calla, causing both of them to start laughing and Harry to grumble.
"Oh shut it, you're giving me a migraine." He groaned, pushing his face further into the pillows. "Too bad I can't take muggle aspirin." Harry mumbled before falling into the sweet blackness.
Cedric blinked several times before chuckling and re-took his place in the reclining chair by Harry's bed. Calla just shook her head in amusement before turning back to the journal she had been reading.
August 30, 1980
Well, tomorrow Harry will be a month old and James and I could never be happier. Harry is such a good baby, hardly fusses and knows when James or I need cheering up. Just today, James had come home from work upset about something and Harry waved his little hands around trying to get his attention. Then, surprising both of us, Harry squealed out a loud 'Da!'. I thought James' face was going to split in two. But what had really surprised me though was that as soon as James picked Harry up, his little face scrunched up in concentration, looked at me and said Ma! He said his first words at only a month old!
I better go before the little hellion picks up any words from his father.
Lily
Calla smiled and giggled. Harry had been a smart child until his Uncle had a talk with him about being smarter than Dudley. She closed her eyes briefly, a look of regret and anger on her face, not noticing the curious look from Cedric, before flipping through the journal a couple of entries.
October 24, 1981
Alright, I haven't been able to write in this for a while. But there's a very good reason. Harry started showing magical abilities on his birthday, even with the Baby Blocker on. Padfoot had been trying to get Harry to play in the cake, to which Harry exclaimed rather loudly 'No Pa'foo! You pay!' Which to my understanding was 'no Padfoot, you play', then Harry scrunched his little face up and the next thing we know the whole cake is on Sirius' head and he was moaning about his beautiful hair. But that wasn't all. Later, after most of the guest had left, meaning the Order, there was only Sirius, Remus, Dumbledore, and Minerva, Harry was playing on the floor in front of Minerva with a dinosaur and it broke. But before anyone could pull out their wand to repair it, Harry pulled the pieces in his hand and simply said 'fix', and it did! Just like that! We were so amazed and Minerva started tearing up.
Harry must have noticed and crawled to Minnie, put his hand on her knee to pull himself up, reached up and touched her cheek before he scrunched his face up again and a hanky was in his little hand, trying to wipe off Minnie's tears. It was so sweet! My baby's going to be a charmer when he grows up, I know it!
Well, anyhow. The point in my writing today, is that I fear something terrible is going to happen. I know we have a traitor, and it's not Remus, as much as James thinks it is. I think it's Peter, since he is the one Sirius wanted us to use for Secret Keeper. I admit, it was a good plan, but maybe if Peter wasn't such a coward. Anyhow, I thought that I would write in here, hoping that if something were to happen to us…I just wanted Harry to have something to remember me from if he makes it and we don't. A whole journal of my ramblings from my first year to now. I just hope that he never has to read about my experiences and can hear them from myself. But, no matter. James and I have written a will and have left Harry two letters and in the main vault, we have portraits that I charmed to act as if we were there.
I must go now, Harry has been fussy this week. I think he knows something is going to happen. But Dumbledore assures me that all is well and will not allow us to move.
Hopefully, this will not be the last I write, but if it is. I, Lilly Jasmine Evans-Potter, swear on my magic that Dumbledore is not to be trusted and that Tom Marvolo Riddle is not really Voldemort. He is locked away under a Fidelius in an unknown location and Lord Voldemort is really Aberforth Dumbledore under disguise.
I believe that is why Dumbledore wants us to stay put. We're not going to make it, I fear…
Whomever happens upon this journal, please tell my baby that I love him and that he should activate the portraits. I have a…project that I have been working on that will aide him.
Lily
Calla blinked several times. Her sister had known something was going to happen before it did, and she knew Dumbledore was behind it. Growling, she caught the attention of Cedric, Pulifi (who had entered sometime while Calla was reading), and Dzetum (who had come back with Pulifi).
"Is there a problem, Ms. Evans?" Healer Dzetum questioned as she performed several diagnosis spells on Harry's unconscious form. Calla just shook her head in disgust looking at the journal.
"She knew she was going to die…and that Dumbledore was up to something, and she just sat there! Waiting for death to come and take her!" Calla ground out, tears now streaming down her face. "If she would have left, Harry would have been able to have a happy life. He wouldn't have be beat everyday for being different, or smart, or nice. He could have had a real family!" She sobbed as she tossed the journal towards Cedric and buried her face in her hands. Cedric looked confused at the journal and opened it to the last entry, the one that Calla had just finished reading. When he finished reading, his face was pale as a ghost and he passed it silently to the two impatient Goblins. Cedric's attention was now on Harry and the floor, alternating as his thoughts ran rampant after what was just brought to his attention.
"Holy Snagrok!" Pulifi exclaimed, having finished the journal entry. Dzetum didn't look like she was fairing too well either.
"What's all the commotion about?" Harry mumbled from his place on the bed, face still buried in the pillows to block out the light. "What about my mum?" He felt so weak, but he wanted to know what was going on. Healer Dzetum barely managed to control herself and was able to ground out a reply.
"Your mother wrote an entry in her journal seven days before the attack on your home that resulted in them losing their lives. She wrote that she had a feeling something was going to happen and that you had been acting fussy, so she assumed you felt it as well. The last entry, she swore an oath on her magic that Dumbledore is not to be trusted and that Tom Riddle is under a Fidelius somewhere and that the Voldemort that we all know is Aberforth Dumbledore." Dzetum scowled before handing the journal back to Calla. "It's nine p.m. now, I suggest you all get some rest before Mr. Potter undergoes his inheritance change." She nodded curtly before stalking out of the room, she needed to see the director and inform him of this new information. Pulifi left the room and the other occupants of the room fell asleep one by one; Harry was first, still working with the pain from the change that was about to occur, Calla was next, then finally Cedric, with his mind still on the information that he had just learned.
oOoOo. Goblin Underground – Pulifi's Room .oOoOo
Pulifi entered her room, tossing her Healer robes across a couch that sat in front of a warm fireplace before moving towards the owl room. The owl room was a room underground that had a tunnel that connected the room to the above surfaces. Pulifi sighed as she looked around the room, no owls, what a shame really. She shrugged her small shoulders and turned to leave, but upon hearing a screeched from a bird of prey, she turned to see a black hawk and young Potter's snowy white owl sitting and watching her. Raising a curious brow, she gestured for the birds to come to her, but the bird of prey just stayed put, the owl staying by its side.
"Well, if you're not here for me…then who?" Pulifi muttered, not really expecting an answer.
'I am here to deliver a package to young Mr. Potter, Madam Pulifi. Can you show me and his owl the way?' The hawk spoke in her head with a deep timber. Pulifi just looked at the hawk in shock before nodding.
"I can, but I'm afraid Mr. Potter won't be able to answer the letter or look at his package. He's about to go thru his inheritance and is in severe pain." She spoke softly and gestured for the bird to follow. "I don't believe that I have caught your name, dear sir?" The bird just tilted his head to the side and landed on her shoulder, mindful of the package in the bag that was slung across him, Hedwig chose to glide behind them.
'My name? I do not have one. I am merely a post Hawk. We have no need for names.' He stated almost bitterly. Before Pulifi could question him though, they arrived at Harry's room.
"Here we are, sir and Miss. Hedwig. You are more then welcome to make yourselves comfortable until Harry is capable of receiving your burden if you do not wish to part with it." The bird nodded as he flew off of Pulifi's shoulder and landed on the bars at the top of Harry's bed, Hedwig having perched there. "The inheritance shall be in a couple of hours, you may wish to rest before then." Pulifi exited the room and went back towards hers, knowing that she wouldn't rest but would need an Energy Elixer.
oOoOo. Grimmauld Place – Order Meeting .oOoOo
"Calm down everyone. There is nothing we can do about the attack now." Albus Dumbledore stated quietly, but everyone heard him and instantly quieted. Not more than an hour ago, there was an attack on several muggleborn's home resulting in several deaths, mostly the children's parents though. "Now, Kingsley, I believe you and Dung were on guard duty today at Privet Drive?" Receiving a nod from the bald auror, he gestured for the man to speak.
"The Uncle and cousin left on a sort of hunting trip a couple of days ago, I haven't seen much of Harry, but the Aunt has been making random trips. Today she left sometime before noon and has yet to return, no sign of Harry either." He rumbled before sitting back in his chair, waiting for the people to put two and two together. Albus sat there in slight disbelief, how dare that boy escape his clutches!
"Get a group together and search for them, Harry is in grave danger." Snape and Mad-Eye sent a look to each other, wondering what on earth the boy had gotten into now.
oOoOo. Grimmauld Place – Twins' Bedroom .oOoOo
Hermione, Fred, and George were sitting on the bed cross legged staring at each other, lost in their thoughts when Hermione jumped slightly. Her eyes widened and she reached into her pants pocket to pull out a small rectangle of metal that was flashing blue and green.
"Snape's got something for us." She said as she clicked the rectangle open, a device that she and the twins had come up with for communication fashioned after a muggle cell phone. As she read the tiny scrawl in the window, her face fell. "Harry and his Aunt have disappeared from the house, Dumbledore's sending out a search team." She spoke in a soft whisper. "I'm not sure whether to be happy or worried." Fred straightened up slightly and had a sad smile on his face.
"How about both? Happy that he's out of the house and off of Dumbledore's radar but worried for his wellbeing." Hermione nodded slowly, hoping that nothing horrible would happen to the boy she loved like a brother.
oOoOo. Goblin Underground – Hospital .oOoOo
Harry rolled over onto his back, his head feeling as if it were about to explode, not noticing that the clock had just finished chiming midnight. Calla, Cedric, Dzetum, and Pulifi stood by the door, looking on in concern. They knew that they couldn't interfere in fear of causing Harry or themselves damage. Harry groaned again, breaking out into a sweat as he felt like his body was being stretched on one of those medieval torture devices.
'Easy young Potter, do not fight it. Just relax and it will be over soon.' A deep voice whispered in his head, sounding caring. Harry tried to relax but the pain was too much, he let out a small whimper. 'You must relax, young master, or your magic will destroy you. Accept it and you shall fall unconscious.' The voice whispered again as a light brush of something fluttered over his forehead, calming him enough to relax. The four at the door watched in awe as the delivery hawk soothed Harry enough so he could relax into the maturation and fall into unconsciousness.
"I don't remember being in that much pain for my maturation." Cedric murmured, watching Harry with concerned eyes.
"Not to mean any offence, but Mr. Potter is a significantly more powerful wizard than you are Mr. Diggory. My superiors have informed me of whom he is an heir to." Healer Dzetum replied in an equally soft voice, her eyes just as concerned as the others around her.
"Madam!" Pulifi gasped in shock as Harry started glowing with a soft light, arching his back off the bed in obvious pain even though he had fallen unconscious. When Healer Dzetum didn't move, Pulifi made to rush in and assist the young man on the bed but was held back by a strong pair of hands.
"Junior Healer Pulifi! Do not interfere! You know what happens to wizards when their magical maturation is disrupted!" Dzetum snapped, blocking the way into the now brightly lit room with her body. "I know you are all concerned but if this is disrupted then we all may as well bid farewell to our lives. Mr. Potter's magic will not kill him, he is only in pain because of what he and his magic are doing in his subconscious!" Cedric and Pulifi nodded, having already known that, while Calla watched her nephew with teary eyes.
oOoOo. Harry's Conscious .oOoOo
'What the heck?' Harry thought as he landed, quite painfully he would say, in a darkened, void-like space.
"Relax young Potter, you are inside your mind, perfectly safe if I do say so myself." A calm voice soothed behind Harry, though it did little to ease the fear and pain Harry was feeling at the moment. Why should he trust this stranger? It could be a clever ploy from Voldemort. "Voldemort isn't as powerful as you thought, young one. Besides, I am not a stranger, in fact…I'm a little hurt by your lack of acknowledgment!" Harry whirled around, trying to catch a glimpse of the person.
"How the heck am I supposed to acknowledge you if I can't bloody well see you!?" He asked frustrated, still turning in a circle, though it was slower and more deliberate. Though, try as he might, the only thing he could see was empty blackness. The voice sighed heavily as if he were disappointedly amused and stepped from the shadows. The stranger was certainly that; an average man in every way, pale but slightly sunkissed skin, unruly black hair just like his own, bright sapphire colored eyes, but what made this man strange are the tattoos that covered his body.
"Before you ask, young Potter, my name is Edgar Meztli and you are my heir by my choosing." Harry's mouth dropped open, was it possible for magical inheritance to be passed on by choice? "Not generally, but before I was killed I had decided to choose my heirs based on my visions and gut instinct. Some have used my magic wrongly but others have used it for good. I believe one of your relatives used it to help build your current school."
"Gryffindor?" Harry murmured thoughtfully as he 'sat' on the 'ground'. Edgar merely nodded his head. "That explains how I was capable of using the sword in second year." Edgar chuckled and waved a hand for Harry to follow him.
"Yes, that would explain that. Come, we need to get this process over with so you can return to your concerned friends." Harry looked at him confused. What process? Like a ritual? "No, no nothing like that. You need to concentrate on your core," He waved a carefree hand towards a brightly glowing ball of white with a small speck of black, "and the pathways," He waved his hand again towards the brightly colored 'fingers' that twisted off from the core, "so you can use all of your magic freely." Harry's face fell slightly, what if he messed this up? Would that mean he wouldn't be able to use his magic? "Now don't look so down, Harry, this process is actually very simple. Besides, I'm here to guide you. Now, just gaze at your core and focus on strengthening all of the pathways, allowing them to expand and grow to their fullest potential, allowing them to straighten." Edgar murmured once Harry fell into a trace-like state whilst gazing at his core. Before his eyes, Harry's core flashed briefly, lashing out at the remnants of the Quixtor block around it, before the pathways visibly started growing and straightening. He swore at least one pathway was larger that Harry's half-giant friend's waist! "Good Harry, keep concentrating and let me know when you can't get them to grow any bigger." A good five minutes passed and the pathways were now twinkling brightly, having grown, expanded, and straightened to their fullest potential.
"I'm done, now what?" Harry asked curiously, still gazing at his core, or more specifically the black spot on his core. Edgar, having followed Harry's gaze to the core, sighed lightly.
"That spot would be the taint left from the rebounded curse from Voldemort. It used to be much bigger before you started your maturation. See, everyone starts out life with the same color core, then as our life goes on it changes and reacts to the magic we use and the magic cast upon us. You used to have a decent sized white area, almost a matching sized black area, and several spots of red and sickly green. Now, my only guess is that the red is from all of the memory charms that were placed upon you and that the green was from everything else Dumbledore had placed on you." Harry made a face of disgust, secretly pleased to note that there were hardly any traces left of red or green, and the black was a softball amongst all the white.
"So I'm done then?" He asked softly, finally turning his gaze from his core. Edgar nodded slightly, his face lighting up with a smile.
"Yes, you'll be going into a short coma while your body readjusts to its new power, so I'll just leave all of the history, and other tidbits of information to you then. Though, if you ever have a question, I'm sure I'll be around for you to ask. Goodbye Harry." Edgar called cheerfully, waving like a madman before Harry blacked out.
oOoOo. Goblin Underground - Hospital .oOoOo
"Oh look!" Calla gasped, her hands flying to her mouth in awe. "Those markings are beautiful!" Cedric, Pulifi, and Dzetum were all speechless as they watched beautiful deep violet tattoos with a silvery white outline raise on Harry's exposed skin. Just like his ancestor he held the family rune, a crescent moon with a sun attached at the top point, on his forehead. From the rune, the lines twisted and turned forming an elegant mask that resembled phoenix wings around his eyes, from there the lines continued twisting and turning down his neck along with several dots to accompany the design. The pattern continued across his shoulders splitting off into three lines on each shoulder; one line from each side twisted and turned its way across his chest, meeting in a diamond at the hollow of his throat. The second line from each twisted and turned in the original pattern down his arms, forming the intricate pattern of a phoenix in flight on the inside of his arms that could only be recognized once the two arms were placed together. The third line from his shoulders twisted to his back forming a tribal looking tattoo of a phoenix in flight with its head at the base of his neck before criss-crossing down his spine then twisting to form another small tribal looking tattoo in the shape of a primal looking dragon in the center of flames. From the sides of the flames, the lines twisted to the outside of his hips before splitting in two again. One line twined around his waist while the other twisted down his legs and ending on his feet. On his right palm a sun Rune formed, on his left palm a crescent moon formed, and on the back of his neck, a lightning bolt rune formed, all three glowing with inner light.
"Merlin…" Cedric breathed, in awe of the markings that now covered a large portion of the scars on Harry's back.
"The Meztli heir…" Dzetum and Pulifi looked at each other, having a silent conversation with each other before Pulifi nodded and walked away, in search of her superior. There was a Northern Lights pup that needed its owner.
"Is he alright now?" Calla asked tentatively, now watching her nephew rest peacefully. Dzetum nodded and guided the distraught Aunt to her bed.
"Yes, Ms. Evans. Harry is just in a recovering coma. He'll be around later, maybe tomorrow depending on his ability to heal." Dzetum soothed, getting Calla settled in bed. "You two will need to get supplies but I fear Dumbledore might come looking soon." She fidgeted before pulling out a bundle of books. "Those are mail-order catalogues and you can order everything you'll need except for your wands, I'm afraid you'll have to go to Olivander for those." Calla nodded looking up to Cedric with hopeful eyes.
"I'd be glad to assist you, ma'am, but I suggest we all retire for the night. It is after one in the morning after all." He smiled charmingly before settling down into the bed on the other side of Harry.
"Thank you Mr. Diggory and you as well Healer Dzetum. I'll get started on ordering later after we all get some sleep. Night everyone." Calla called softly, setting the bundle on the night stand before scotching under her covers and falling into a peaceful sleep.
oOoOo. Grimmauld's Place – Library .oOoOo
"Calm down 'Mione, I'm sure he's fine." Fred soothed the pacing Hermione as he and George flipped through a book at the table. Hermione paused in her pacing for a second before starting up again, none of the three noticing the dark figure in the doorway.
"I know Fred, I can tell he's not in a life threatening situation, it's just…he's in pain." She whispered, stopping so she could gaze out of the smoggy window. "I can feel it in my gut." The person in the doorway closed, locked, and placed a silencing charm on the door before clearing his throat.
"My bets would be on him going through his magical maturation." Hermione spun around wand in hand as Fred and George jumped from their chairs, wand in hand as well.
"Professor Lupin!" Hermione gasped before lowering her wand slightly. "What's Harry's favorite brand of Lemon Drops?" She asked suspiciously as Fred and George shot her an amused look. Remus chuckled and held his hands up in a placating manner.
"None. He loathes Lemon Drops especially after finding out that Dumbledore laces his supply with truth serum, calming draughts, and memory modifiers." Hermione nodded happily before placing her wand back into the holster on her arm then bouncing over to Remus to pull him into a tight hug.
"Good to see you Moony." She chirped happily before pulling back. Fred and George sat down, both going back over the book they had been flipping through. "So what brings you up here?" Remus laughed and gestured towards the couch near the twins.
"Young Ronnette and Gino, actually." At the confused expressions he elaborated, chuckling the whole time. "Ron and Ginny's new names until their potions wear off. They're adamant that it was the twins…I on the other hand must applaud you, Hermione. James and Sirius would have loved to have collaborated with you on pranks when they were back in school…and of course, you would have had to have been their age." Apparently, after not learning from the previous attempts, Molly had attempted every spell she knew to rid her 'precious babies' of the change, but having only succeeded in furthering the changes so that Ron was now firmly a female and Ginny was now male. Not to mention that they were garnering a few looks from members of the Order…mostly Ron from the older male members. One had even attempted to take advantage of Ronnette while he was intoxicated. Oh the joy. Hermione snorted and shook her head.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, sir." She stubbornly kept a straight face, unfortunately her eyes gave way to her amusement.
"Mm, I'm sure. Anyhow, back to your previous concern. Harry's birthday is today, and judging by the look on your face I can assume you've read up on magical maturation?" Hermione nodded, her eyes wide and darting back and forth. "I…accidentally overheard the Headmaster discussing Harry's maturation before I came up here. Apparently, Harry has several magic blocks upon his core and judging by what Albus said…Harry would be in excruciating pain and turn very ill from the blocks preventing his core to reach its max." The twins dropped the book that they were supporting between them upon hearing this, just as Hermione's eyes started to water.
"Oh no…that's probably what I feel." Remus shook his head sadly.
"No, I have no idea, Hermione." Remus said softly and opened his mouth to continue but was cut off by a soft pop, in which Dobby appeared. Dobby looked around the room suspiciously, oblivious to the curious looks he got.
"Dobby, what-?" Dobby raised a hand and silenced them all before he turned to glare at the corner of the Library.
"Nasty Wheezy." He grumbled before waving his hands in a complex motion. After the room flashed, he turned to beam at everyone, bouncing back and forth on his feet. "I's know wheres Master Harry Potter sir is." Hermione squealed excitedly.
"Is he alright? What's he been doing? He's not hurt is he? How did he get away from Privet Drive? Do you know how his magical maturation went?" She continued firing off questions to the confused elf, much to the amusement of the three other occupants.
"Miss. Grangy, Master Harry Potter sir is fines." He bounced a bit before sitting contentedly on the floor. "He's in sanctuary. I's can take sirs and miss ifs theys wants?" Remus chewed on his bottom lip thoughtfully then nodded.
"That would be great Dobby, but we'll have to wait for later. There are order members still here and Dumbledore is still here." He tapped his chin thoughtfully. "I think, if we all pack now, then we can meet at midnight in the Twins' room."
"Oh, Dobby must check Twinzey's room for nasty spy spy spells." Hermione's teeth clenched at hearing that.
"Good thing you two learned the muffliato or we would have been screwed." They nodded, for once looking too serious. Sighing heavily, Remus pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Now all I have to do is make it look like I have nothing to do with your disappearance." Dobby brightened up at that.
"Dobby can bring Harry Potter's Wolfman here if he's be leavin." Remus blinked then shrugged, well…he needed to pack, right?
"Sounds good to me. Shall we meet in the Twin's room at midnight? Pack your stuff now, Ronnette and Gino went to the Burrow with Molly." Hermione and the Twins nodded before Hermione followed Remus out of the Library having required help packing since she couldn't use magic, leaving the twins to ponder where on earth Harry could seek sanctuary. Glancing at each other, they shrugged and started stacking books on top of the one they had dropped. If they were going to be gone for an indefinite amount of time then they wanted to take the books with them so the could research.
oOoOo. Goblin Underground - Hospital (approx. same time as Library) .oOoOo
"Merlin…" Harry groaned, approximately fourteen hours since he was last awake; meaning that it was now around three or four in the afternoon of his birthday. Well, on the up side, he was stronger and knew a lot about his lineage…on the down side, he felt like crap. Complete and utter crap.
"Ah, Sleeping Beauty awakens." A voice chirped from a bed to his right. Grumbling, Harry shoved his face into the pillows, blindly waving a hand at them to go away. The person chuckled before he felt a pillow 'thwump' his back. "Oh, you can't get rid of us that easily, Harry. Besides, don't you want to see what we got you for your birthday, with the help of an overly friendly house elf?" Processing this, Harry's head snapped in the direction of the voice to see his Aunt, Cedric, Healer Dzetum, a hawk, Hedwig, and Dobby.
"As long as I can stay in bed; everything aches…like I'm just getting over a Cruciatus." He shuddered and rolled over onto his back so he could sit up, not noticing the awe struck looks on everyone's faces as he stretched and rubbed his eyes of sleep.
"Master Harry Potter, sir!" Harry chuckled and sent a smile towards the bouncing elf.
"Hello Dobby, good to see you. How're you?" Dobby beamed brightly before his smile fell the started tugging at his ears. Thinking that only bad things could come out of Dobby being so sad, he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"I's is fine, sir, but The Great Harry Potter's Grangy and Twinzeys and Wolfman are worried. Wheezy and Missy are evil witch and wizard, Dobby no like them." Harry blinked several times trying to put faces to the elf's nicknames. Grangy was an obvious one, which would be Hermione, Twinzeys would be Fred and George he supposed, Remus would be Wolfman, Ron was Wheezy, and Missy would be Ginny. Or at least that's what he thought that meant. Perhaps it's a good thing that the disjointed speaking confused him? If he understood that all too quickly then he would be worried about his mental health.
"If you think the first four are trust worthy then you can tell them where I am, but make sure you're not overheard." Dobby nodded happily, his ears flapping dangerously around his head, earning amused looks from the humans in the room and a disapproving look from the Goblin. "Maybe you should only tell Remus, then have him pass on the message to Hermione and the Twins." Dobby nodded again, now bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet. Harry raised an amused eyebrow and shot a questioning glance to his Aunt and Cedric who were gazing at his face in amazement. "Er…is there a particular reason you're gawking at me? Dobby didn't try and put makeup on me again, did he?" Harry joked and noticed Dobby blushing slightly. Hey, how was poor little Dobby to know that wizards didn't tend to like being 'dolled up' like the witches. He had seen the senior Malfoy do it frequently so he thought it was a common occurrence for wizards.
"Maybe you should take a look at your arms and hands Harry, then we'll show you the rest of you." He raised an eyebrow at his Aunt but shrugged otherwise, turning his gaze to his arms. What his saw shocked him to say the least, but also amazed him. When he turned his arms over, he noticed the halves of the phoenix and flight. Silently he questioned what would happen if he joined the halves and was surprised when the surface raised to the front of his thoughts.
"Woah….that would be handy to say the least." He murmured, thanking Dzetum as she passed him a mirror so he could see the rest of the tattoos. "These are amazing. When Edgar said that the line had a distinct way of finding its members, I had never thought of it being like this. I had just thought that Edgar really liked tattoos." He blinked in awe when Dzetum conjured another mirror behind Harry so he could see his back. "Amazing, and you can hardly see my scars now." Everyone nodded happily and he smiled brightly, passing the mirror back to Dzetum and thanking her again.
"So….Edgar?" Cedric asked in amusement. Harry nodded and opened his mouth but Cedric shrugged. "Your guardian, I assume. Everyone that goes through maturation has one to help guide them on the proper path." Harry nodded in understanding then noticed all of the presents around him.
"Those are all mine?" Everyone nodded happily. "I think I might need to eat something first." They laughed and Dobby popped off, hoping to catch Harry Potter's Wolfman while Harry grabbed a large lunch.
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"Alright Harry, let's start small and work our way up, yeah?" Harry shrugged and sent another glance towards the black hawk yet again, having done so through out lunch.
'The package and letter is for you, young Master Potter.' A deep timber stated, causing Harry's eyes to widen slightly.
"I think I'll check my mail first if you all don't mind?" They shrugged and sat back while the Hawk flew over to Harry and gracefully landed on his knee that was bent in a crossed-legged position. "What's your name?" He murmured, carefully untying the package before stroking the breast feathers of the bird.
'Like I told the younger Goblin, I am merely a delivery Hawk, I have no need for a name.' Harry's eye twitched and the bird titter in amusement, soon joined by Hedwig. 'But, if you have nothing against it, I would like to stay with you and young Hedwig.' Harry smiled brightly and nodded, turning his attention to the parchment scroll that was sealed with the Twins' ring and tied with a braided ribbon.
'This is going to be bad, I just know it.' Harry thought miserably as he untied the scroll.
'Indeed young Master, from what I gathered, the identical ones were very grim about the situation.' Harry's eyes widened as his head snapped up from where he had started unrolling the scroll to look the hawk in the eye.
'Please tell me that this is just your doing and not some latent power trying to surface?' The hawk tittered again, before nipping at Harry's fingers gently to get him to read the letter. Harry nodded absentmindedly before focusing on the letter, a frown appearing then deepening as he got through the letter.
"Well…that was vague. I'm almost afraid to see what's in the memory." He muttered, opening the box to see a portable penseive. "Anyone up to going with me?" No one moved and he bit his lip before nodding and dipping into the memory. Instantly becoming angered as the second memory ended and ejected him from the pensieve. "Shite." He cursed, ignoring his Aunt's scolding. "They were stealing from me." He grumbled, Dzetum nodding solemnly.
"Ragnok and Griphook are currently retrieving all lost funds from your vaults and has put a security measure on all withdrawals. You'll have to sign a magic parchment that will identify you and only let you withdraw." Harry nodded thoughtfully, still feeling angered and betrayed by the whole thing. With an absentminded wave of his hand, the objects were banished to the waste bin, and of course, he missed the shocked expressions.
"Well, shall I open presents then?" Everyone nodded, knowing he needed the distraction. The hawk gracefully glided into the air before snatching the present Cedric was holding out for Harry. "Thanks, Koli." He smiled at the hawk who chirped in shock. 'I would love to keep you around, if you'll have me?' The newly named Koli bobbed its head up and down happily while Harry unwrapped a pair of mismatched socks that un-doubtabley came from Dobby.
And so it progressed; Koli, sometimes joined by Hedwig, grabbing a present and dropping it off in Harry's lap, Harry opening said present, depending on what it was his friends and family commented on the items, some teasing when a large stack of books appeared from Hermione. So far, he had procured several books most of self-defense, candy, clothes, Quidditch gear, and a voucher for a custom wand maker; now all that was left was a curiously, brown paper wrapped box that looked like a skinny shoe box. Once again, Koli took off only to swoop down and lift the present to drop off into Harry's lap.
"You know, Koli. I might get used to you getting things for me, you might want to stop." He joked lightly with the black hawk that had violet eyes. Koli made an embarrassed huffing sound and ducked his head slightly. He just chuckled and shook his head in amusement before opening the present only to freeze at what lay in the box.
"Harry?" Calla called worriedly as everyone crowded around the bed in concern, only to gasp at what lay in the box. "Oh Harry, those are beautiful." Carefully, she pulled out the black leather cord of a necklace that held a dull charm that matched the mark on his forehead. Tentatively, she tied the cord around his neck then watched in amazement when it readjusted itself to sit perfectly in the diamond shape at the hollow of Harry's throat. After watching the cord lengthen and the Rune shrink slightly, she spotted that the metal was now glowing with an internal light and the rubies, sapphires, and emeralds all sparkling with some unseen light.
"Am I supposed to wear the ring?" He looked up and noticed that everyone genuinely seemed confused. Shrugging, he carefully slipped the jewel incrusted band onto his right ring finger and watched as it automatically resized itself. "Well, now I know what these are for, they're part of my inheritance." He shrugged stretched his arms over his head, wincing as a couple of pops were heard.
"Nothing can ever go normally around you can they Harry?" Cedric questioned softly, staring at the slightly younger wizard in amusement. Harry in return just chuckled and shook his head, a slight smirk playing on his lips.
"Of course not, that would make too much sense." Cedric snorted and shook his head. Harry yawned and scooted down in the bed so he was laying down. "If you all don't mind, I'm still rather tired…I don't think I'd be able to stay awake much longer. Thanks for the impromptu party everyone." They smiled and nodded in understanding.
"Personally, I think Mr. Potter has a very good idea. We should all get some rest after the stress of the day." Healer Dzetum yawned and waved her hand to clear up the room. "I shall wake yo-"
"Ah, good! You're all still here!" Pulifi panted and held up a finger, catching her breath. "I've got the gift madam." Dzetum beamed in understanding and waved her hands excitedly. "Yes, right." Pulifi turned and disappeared a moment before walking back into the room carrying a wiggling black puppy. "For you Mr. Potter, a gift for your birthday from the Goblin Community, she's half Irish wolfhound and half Northern Lights Hound." She beamed proudly as she set the excited puppy in Harry's lap. As soon as the pup was in his lap, a bright light flashed before dying away just as quickly. "Ah good, she bonded with you!" Harry just stared at the amazingly beautiful pup in his lap.
She had the basic structure of an Irish wolfhound but had a sleeker head and the fur was smoother and softer then the wiry texture of a wolfhound. Running a hand over the black and dark blue-black brindle coat of the pup he took in her markings. Silver toes on the back paws and a small silver tip on her tail, on her left hindquarters a multi-colored swirl that looked suspiciously like the astro-phenomenon that the breed was named after, on her right front shoulder was a glittering Milky Way galaxy in silver. But the part that drew Harry in were her eyes; deep blue, a color that he had only seen on the night sky, and Northern Lights swirls that were constantly changing colors and shapes.
"She's amazing." Harry breathed, still petting the puppy on his lap. She whined and nudged his hand slightly before looking at him with a 'well name me already' look. "Aurora, Rory for short." Newly named Aurora barked happily and immediately started licking her owner's face, much to the amusement of the others in the room.
"Very beautiful Harry." Calla said softly slowly reaching out and scratched the top of Aurora's head. After a few moments of Harry, Calla, and Cedric bonding with the new puppy, everyone settled down to get some sleep. Aurora curled up on Harry's chest, much to his amusement, and Hedwig and Koli perched at the headboard. For the first time in a while, Harry fell into a peaceful sleep.
oOoOo. Grimmauld Place – Twins' Bedroom (approx. 5 hours later) .oOoOo
"Shh, will you two be quiet?" Hermione whispered harshly, sending nervous looks towards the door. "Ginny was still awake when I walked out. I had to tell her that I had to use the loo when she started getting nosy. Luckily I had left some clothes hidden in there for me to change." She murmured and nearly jumped out of her skin when Fred wrapped his arms around his in a comforting hug. Ron and Ginny had returned an hour after Hermione had put her last item in her trunk, which Remus had immediately shrunk so they wouldn't notice. Apparently, Ron and Ginny were uncomfortable being at home while being the opposite gender and had returned to Grimmauld. To Fred, George, and Hermione? That just meant that the two youngest Weasleys just wanted to spy.
"Calm down Hermione, George and I won't let them hurt you, you know that." She nodded weakly against his chest, giving him a quick squeeze before pulling away. A few moments passed as the trio sat in the room in silence before the silence was broken by a soft pop.
"Miss. Grangy and Sirs Twinzeys." Dobby whispered, waving his tiny hand frantically. "Theys be coming, evil Wheezy and Missy is suspicious." The trio nodded and looked around, scanning to make sure they had everything before holding onto Dobby's outstretched hands. The odd little quartet disappearing with an almost silent pop seconds before the door opened, revealing to angry faced red heads.
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"Dobby, where on earth are we?" Hermione whispered nervously, sending wary looks to the forest that surrounded the little cottage.
"Wolfman's home, Harry Potter's Grangy. We's be meeting him instead 'cause evil Wheezy's be plotting." Hermione grimaced at Dobby's poor English but nodded thoughtfully as she watched Remus exit his house.
"I really wish we could have done something more to our 'lovely' siblings." Fred grumbled, saying lovely in a deeply sarcastic tone.
"Later, Fred. Now I don't know about you three, but I'm anxious to see Harry." They all nodded and once more, the now quintet disappeared with a soft pop only to reappear in a extremely white and darkened hospital room. "Dobby?" Remus asked softly afraid to wake any occupants, suddenly nervous since they were in a hospital, but instead of finding the excitable elf at his side, Dobby was at a bed, shaking a sleeping figure.
"Master Harry Potter sir wakes up please." Harry grumbled from his spot under the covers followed by a matching growl from a dog. "Grangy, Twinzeys, and Wolfman is heres to sees you." Harry grumbled again and after a small flash of light, in which Harry unconsciously placed a strong glamour over his tattoos, he sat up, mindful of the black ball of fur on his chest.
"Alright, Dobby. 'M up." Harry yawned widely and scratched the whining puppy's ears before looking up to see his friends and mentor. "Hey guys, alright?" A crooked grin spread on his lips at their surprised looks.
"Harry!" Hermione finally yelped and flung herself towards Harry only to stop when Aurora started growling. Harry snorted and nudged the puppy.
"It's alright, Aurora, they're friends." He whispered soothingly, smoothing the pups raised hackles back down. After she calmed, Hermione stepped up to Harry, this time slower, before wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug.
"Oh Harry, we were so worried!" Hermione sniffled and tightened her grip on him, causing Harry to cough slightly and pat her back awkwardly.
"I'm alright Hermione, just a little sore from the magical maturation and block removal." The person in the bed on his left shifted and grumbled, causing a wide grin to break out on his face. "Shut up or I'll make sure to wake you up Cedric." The voice grumbled again before a pillow came sailing over almost catching Hermione in the back of the head before Harry caught it and sent it flying back to the bed.
"Oomph." Harry snorted and pulled away from Hermione so he could see Cedric glaring at him. "Just you wait Potter, your dog won't always be around." Cedric grumbled before rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "What time s'it?" Harry shrugged and turned back to his guests.
"Uh…sometime after midnight, probably closer to one." Hermione said uncertainly, trying to get a good look at the other person. Cedric snorted and sent another pillow flying towards Harry, this time catching the younger wizard on the shoulder.
"Our schedules are all screwed up aren't they?" Cedric complained before sitting up and stretching his arms over his head.
"Well yeah…that would be my fault though." Harry grinned sheepishly, ignoring the snort from the other bed. "What? You know it is Aunt Callie, when have you ever known something to go right around me?"
"True, Harry." A soft voice replied, leaving the guests in severe confusion. Harry, upon seeing this, chuckled and sent the quartet a sheepish grin.
"I guess I should introduce everyone?" Hermione nodded happily. "Right, on my right is my Aunt Calla, formerly known as Petunia. On my left is…" He stopped suddenly and sent the person a look. Cedric shrugged and waved a hand. "You might want to have a seat first." Harry murmured and once everyone sat down he continued. "On my left is Cedric Diggory."
"What?!" "No bloody way!" "Wicked!" Came from Hermione, Fred, and George respectively; Remus on the other hand was oddly silent.
"Kind of hard to believe right?" They nodded and Harry turned to face Cedric with a curious expression on his face. "You know, we never got around to discussing how you're still alive." Cedric chuckled and leaned back against the headboard.
"Kind of hard to talk to someone who's nearly unconscious or is unconscious." Harry grinned sheepishly. Hey he couldn't help it that Dumbledore had placed several blocks on his magic then ended up being the blood and magical heir to Edgar Meztli, the original Phoenix Ancient.
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Dunnah! :D
21 pages in word, specifically written because I've been slacking when it comes to writing this story. I shall be writing more often for this story, but I like to keep my chapters long so there will be a little wait between chapters. Just hopefully, I won't take months in between like I've previously done. xD
I want to thank you all for the reviews and votes! Especially this one review I got…it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. xD How unbecoming of me. Next chapter is on its way to getting finished, so hopefully I shall post that one quicker and I won't be getting any angry PM's telling me to hop-to-it.
What to expect in the next chapter: Cedric's story and more from the mysterious NB, healing for Harry, shopping!, pranks on Ronnette and Gino (ah, I can't wait, suggestions are welcome –insert evil laughter here- xD) although they might not make it into the next chapter(being as it's completely pointless to do a prank when our fave group isn't there to witness it), some background information on Edgar and the Phoenix Ancients (including the tattoos on the inside of Harry's arms), maybe some confrontations, might work in some background on Mages, and some interesting tidbits about previous mentioned trunks. Possibly more if I feel like writing 10,000 words like I did for this chapter.
Oh! I forgot to tell you; I've been thinking, intensely, about the pairings for this story…and I've kind of started to fall in love with the idea of Harry/multiship. But I don't know how well everyone would take to that…especially since there're a lot of people that are still squeamish over male on male or female on female or even twin on twin (wink wink). BUT, and that's a quite large but, I generally don't care anymore…and I think the only reason that I might not write a multiship…is because I honestly don't think I can write it…and make sense. xD (sigh) And to think…I had a wicked plotline that involved Harry having seven people bonded to him (in more than just love-wise, bah haha) But personally…I've only ever found a couple of people that like the idea of a large harem including both men and women. Bah, you'll just have to wait and see what happens. Just promise me not to stop reading if you see a pairing you don't like. (pouts)
Guh…I'm rambling. I apologize….nah, not really. xD Any questions, thoughts, or suggestions are welcome. I know how I want my story to go, but I'm open to work other's thoughts in…it's always good to have outside thoughts on a situation, it makes things interesting. :D
Yes, I'm done rambling…for now.
Peace. Love. And all that malarkey. (cheeky grin)
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