Trust
Sunday had gone on like normal, except for the gossip of where that shock of magic had come from. The Gryffindors immediately speculated that the Slytheirns had something to do with it while the other two houses just wondered. Then there were the Olympians. They had separated themselves from the entire school that day, and some could hear the chanting of the students coming from within the Forbidden Forest. No one dared to go in, but every so often there were lights being seen escaping the dark depths and vanishing once it hit the grounds.
Harry had stayed in his room that day with his curtains drawn and a ward upon his bed. Dobby was the only one that was allowed to see the young wizard in the state he was in, but once the elf had delivered the food he was demanded to leave and tell Dumbledore not a word. Dobby, being the most loyal of elves, agreed and disappeared without question.
The young wizard took a bite of a sandwich, glancing at himself in a mirror that was levitating before him.. He knew it vain, but he couldn't help it. He wasn't what he remembered to be. His cheeks had thinned out slightly, almost as if they were hollow. The cheekbones had heightened slightly, and his hair hung in his eyes. He'd need to cut it if he was going to survive training. He couldn't train if he couldn't see. His eyes were the same, still the vibrant green, but his nose became more defined as did his jaw. It was now a bit more warrior-like. He had also noticed that he had grown to a six foot three height. Harry thought of his school robes and wondered if he could get them sized by the next day.
He glanced down at his stomach, pulling up the tank top he was wearing. On his right hip was a black tattoo of a bow and two arrows crossing over it. The only other colors were the arrows feathers. One had gold while the other had silver. He leaned back on his headboard. 'One mark replaced by another,' he thought to himself bitterly.
"Harry," called a voice. It was soft, and angelic like. He knew that voice anywhere.
"Yes?" he called.
"Could you drop the wards?" the voice asked with a small laugh. "I've come with some tea, and sweets that Larila made. They're good!" the voice finished excitedly.
Harry didn't want him to see what he had become. The change was still a shock and he knew it was because of that book he hadn't stopped reading since he had awoken late the other night. He sighed, waving his wand. He was on the chapter of wards anyway so it could wait. "Come in," he said when he dropped the ward.
The curtain opened, and there stood Zane with a big smile plastered on his face. In one hand he balanced a tray of tea and sweets. From the looks of it there was brownies, cookies, and fudge. Zane seemed to be looked at him in awe, and he carefully levitated the tray off it hand so it was in front of Harry. He then joined in on the bed, closed the curtains, and sat cross legged opposite of Harry.
They sat there in silence for a long while. Harry didn't really know what to say, and Zane was taking in his new appearance. Eros was watching over him indeed. The boy, Harry, had turned into a man that Zane was having trouble not to touch. There was a glow to Harry, and that scar was gone which he was glad for. He thought of the scars on his back, but shook those dark thoughts away for the moment.
"Please," Zane smiled as he picked up a cup of tea and offered it to Harry. "Drink some of this. It'll help."
Harry took the tea, taking a sip. It tasted different.
"There's lemonade in it," the boy smiled. He took a piece of fudge, munching on it. "I would've gotten more, but most of us are addicted to it so we had to share." He bunched his lips together, looking around like a lost puppy.
Harry couldn't help but laugh at the expression. It was a deep throaty laugh that nearly sent shivers down Zane's spine. That was another thing that changed. Harry's voice had become deeper, almost tantalizing in just regular conversation. He silently wondered what it would've sounded like when he was aroused. He shifted at that thought, clearing is throat.
"You okay?" asked Zane in concern.
Harry bit his lip. "Do," he sighed. "Do I look different to you?"
Zane nodded slowly as he chewed on a piece of brownie he had bitten off.
Harry pinched the bridge of his nose, setting down the tea. "How am I going to go out there when I've changed so drastically? Do you know what's happening to me?"
The other boy hesitated. "Well-I mean-you can still tell it's you." He set down his brownie, taking a sip of tea. "What do you know about our gods?" he asked. He was the one that was supposed to tell Harry what was happening since the two had bonded so well. Dustin would have been there, but he was in a healing coma and would be out until Monday.
"Just the basics," answered Harry.
Zane nodded, biting his lip. "Do you know how all of this," he gestured to everything, "Came to be?"
Harry shook his head. "I suppose the gods had something to do with it."
"One goddess," answered Zane in a serious expression. "She is the reason we're all here. We can all do magic."
"Who is this goddess?" he asked cautiously.
"Chaos."
"What did Chaos do exactly?"
"She created our entire world. She was the first and most powerful of the gods. She's fate. A goddess you don't want to be on the bad side of."
"What does this have to do with me, Zane?"
"Chaos has called to you for help," he said bluntly.
Harry sighed, putting his head in his hands. "This is exactly what I need," he mumbled.
Zane stared at him for a long while. He first thought Harry would be angry or at least have some kind of anxiety attack. All he could really see was irritation in his eyes as the green eyed boy looked at up him. "What do you mean by that?" he asked with eyebrows furrowed.
"I already have a prophecy for me to kill Lord Voldemort. Now I have to help your goddess with something." He leaned against his headboard. "This is exactly what I need."
"That can't be right," said Zane. He took his tea and drank it in one gulp. When he caught his breath, he stared at Harry for a long time. "Fate doesn't give someone two prophecies, Harry."
"What?" he questioned.
Zane took a deep breath. "Chaos may be cold at times, but she would never give someone the burden of two fates. That could drive someone insane, or worse." He stared at Harry, completely confused. "Chaos wouldn't do that. It's not in her nature."
"Then why do I have two on my head?"
Zane sighed, his mind wracking for answers. He finally looked Harry in his eyes, almost entranced but he kept his composure since this was a serious situation. "Who foretold this prophecy?"
"Headmaster Dumbledore said that Professor Trelawny did."
Zane nodded, staring at Harry for some time. "We'll figure this out Harry," he said while taking the other boys hand. It felt warm against his usually cold skin. He stared at the emerald eyed teen with a tiny smile. "We have to."
Rafaella sat gazing at the lake as the autumn's air swirled around her. Her jacket hung loosely around her, and her jeans had mud mark on them from running along the edge of the forest the previous night. She hadn't showered since the ritual, and smell of pine leaves and lavender. "I really hope you know what you're doing Chaos," she said softly with her head to the sky. She knew her fate, it was sealed within her mind. Her fate was given to her at birth, and it was one she would just have to live with.
The wind picked up, and Rafaella stared at the lake. She knew what Chaos did was out of nowhere. The goddess had been planning this for awhile. It was the only way Chaos worked from what she was told. Her thoughts went to Dustin though. Her best friend was going through so much hell with all the visions. She knew she wasn't nearly as strong as him when it came to that. Prophetic dreams were a scary thing. The only prophecy she dreamed of was her own, not someone else's.
She remembered her mother's words when she was old enough to hear her prophecy at the tender age of eight. "No matter how good you may be this cannot be avoided," her mother had said. Her hands shook, and she ran her fingers through her hair. There were too many things going on at once for her to dwell on such things. She swept away some tears that started to leak out of her eyes. Her head was held eye and she sniffled.
"Rafaella?" came a voice. She turned around, watching as Draco Malfoy walked towards her with a tired expression in his eyes. "What are you doing out here?"
The girl shook her head. "Just sitting I guess," she replied without looking at him. He joined in, sitting down next to her on the rocks. She finally gazed over at him. "You look like hell."
"I feel like it too."
They were quiet for a while, just enjoying the silence.
"Do you-" Draco stopped himself, looking away. "Do you think that you could do a reading for me?"
That perked Rafaella's interests. "Well I couldn't, but Larila could or Dustin."
"Why can't you?" he asked with an almost anxious gaze. He kept looking every which way, and Rafaella wondered what was going on with him.
"I'm not prophetic, Draco," she explained. "That is unless Artemis wants me to visualize something."
Draco swallowed thickly, his tongue dry. "You're the only one I trust, Rafaella."
She stared at him for a long time, not really believing what she was hearing. "You've only known me for a few months, Draco. How could you say you trust me above all others?"
"I just do."
I know. Very short, but this is just a filler. Next chapter is training and a surprise!