Chapter 1: A New Beginning
Harry Potter was exhausted. He had just finished his seventh year at Hogwarts, and he had faced more dangers and challenges than any other student in history. He had defeated Lord Voldemort, the most evil wizard of all time, but he had also lost many friends and loved ones in the process. He felt like he had no purpose in life anymore, and he was tired of being famous and hunted by the media.
He decided to take a break from the wizarding world and travel to a remote place where he could be alone and heal his wounds. He packed his trunk with his invisibility cloak, his firebolt, and some books and clothes, and he apparated to a small island in the Pacific Ocean. He found a cozy hut near the beach, where he planned to stay for a few weeks.
He spent his days exploring the island, flying on his broomstick, reading, and meditating. He felt peaceful and calm, but also lonely and bored. He missed his friends, especially Ron and Hermione, who were now a couple and had gone on a romantic trip to France. He wondered if he would ever find someone who would love him for who he was, not for what he had done.
One night, as he was lying on his bed, he heard a strange noise outside his window. He got up and looked outside, and he saw a bright light in the sky. It looked like a shooting star, but it was moving faster and closer to him. He grabbed his wand and ran outside, curious and cautious.
He reached the beach, where he saw the light crash into the water. He heard a splash and a scream, and he ran towards the source of the sound. He saw a figure emerge from the waves, gasping for air. It was a person, but not like any person he had ever seen before.
It was a fairy.
The fairy was small, about the size of Harry's hand. He had delicate wings that shimmered in the moonlight, and long hair that was wet and tangled. He wore a simple tunic that barely covered his body, revealing his slender limbs and smooth skin. His face was beautiful, with large eyes that sparkled with intelligence and emotion.
Harry was stunned by the sight of him. He felt a strange attraction towards him, something he had never felt before for anyone. He felt a warmth in his chest, a tingling in his fingers, and a fluttering in his stomach.
He approached him slowly, trying not to scare him. He knelt down next to him and spoke softly.
"Hello," he said. "Are you okay? What are you doing here?"
The fairy looked at him with fear and curiosity. He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. He pointed at his throat, then at Harry's wand.
Harry realized that he couldn't speak because of the water. He remembered that fairies were magical creatures that lived in forests and meadows, not in oceans or lakes. He felt sorry for him.
He waved his wand and muttered a spell.
"Anapneo," he said.
The fairy coughed and spat out some water. Then he smiled gratefully at Harry.
"Thank you," he said in a high-pitched voice that sounded like bells. "You saved my life."
Harry smiled back at him.
"You're welcome," he said. "What's your name?"
The fairy hesitated for a moment, then said.
"I'm Faelan," he said. "And you are?"
"I'm Harry," Harry said. "Harry Potter."
Faelan's eyes widened in recognition.
"Harry Potter?" he repeated. "The boy who lived? The one who defeated the dark lord?"
Harry nodded sheepishly.
"That's me," he said.
Faelan gasped in awe.
"Wow," he said. "You're amazing."
Harry blushed.
"Not really," he said modestly. "I just did what I had to do."
Faelan shook his head.
"No, you're amazing," he insisted. "You're brave and strong and kind."
He reached out his hand and touched Harry's face gently.
"And beautiful," he added softly.
Harry felt a jolt of electricity run through him as Faelan touched him. He looked into Faelan's eyes, which were filled with admiration and affection.
He felt something stir inside him, something new and powerful.
He leaned closer to Faelan, closing the gap between them.
He kissed him softly on the lips..