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****** Azalea's Call ******
by Night Fury [archived by HPFandom_archivist]
Summary
     SLASH. Threesome SBSSHP. And HET. In 1989 a prophecy about four
     orphans leads the Order on a blind hunt in search of three of the
     orphans. One a broken child, named Harrison living with his abusive
     relatives. Sirius Black, former friend of James Potter was abandoned
     after he lured Severus into Moony’s den. Snape has begun to forgive
     him, however James and Moony never did. Sirius is now thrown at odds
     when he begins to fall in love with James’s son. Afraid to approach
     Harry, he hides his affections behind a carefully crafted mask. Moony
     tries to win his godson’s favor after Harry realizes Moony had
     abandoned him to live with the Dursleys. Possible Mpreg – Vote. Ron/
     Hermione/Ginny and Dumbledore bashing.
Notes
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***** Prologue *****
Azalea’s Call
Written by: Night Fury
Summary: SLASH. Threesome SBSSHP. And HET. In 1989 a prophecy about four
orphans leads the Order on a blind hunt in search of three of the orphans. One
a broken child, named Harrison living with his abusive relatives. Sirius Black,
former friend of James Potter was abandoned after he lured Severus into Moony’s
den. Snape has begun to forgive him, however James and Moony never did. Sirius
is now thrown at odds when he begins to fall in love with James’s son. Afraid
to approach Harry, he hides his affections behind a carefully crafted mask.
Moony tries to win his godson’s favor after Harry realizes Moony had abandoned
him to live with the Dursleys. Possible Mpreg – Vote. Ron/Hermione/Ginny and
Dumbledore bashing.
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.
Warnings: Homosexual pairings, Heterosexual pairings, Alternative Universe,
non-canon, Out of Character, Original Characters, SEXUAL CONTENT, explicit
language, violence, some blood and gore, changes to appearance and lineage,
creature inheritances, super powerful characters, original creatures, child
abuse…
Setting: Set in a World Similar to 1920s Brooklyn (NYC, USA) with some modern
commodities the muggle world is ruled by a Queen and her council. The wizarding
world is led by an elected minister and a council of Lords and Ladies. Freedom
of Speech, equal rights… etc. remains.
Pairings: Sirius black/Severus Snape/Harry Potter (Dominant/Dominant/
Submissive), Remus Lupin/Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy/Fred Weasley/George
Weasley, Ron Weasley/Lavender Brown, Neville Longbottom/Ginny Weasley
Other Changes:
1. Neville is declared ‘The Boy-Who-Lived’, when he was four, and it is assumed
he’s one of the orphans and the Leader of them. His parents are dead.
2. Harry’s parents were murdered by Bellatrix Lestrange, when Harry was four,
and Harry was callously abandoned by the ‘Light’ at his relative’s home, where
he was regularly abused.
3. Severus Snape is only ten years older than Harry. James is Snape’s enemy
because the older man had tried to revoke Snape’s license as a Potions Master,
when Snape insulted him. Snape was thirteen when he earned his Master’s degree
in Potions. He was never a Death Eater or the Potion’s Professor. He worked
above an Apothecary until his friends were murdered by Death Eaters and he
joined the Order as their Potion’s Master.
4. Original Characters:
Odysseus Blake – An orphan and one of the Prophesized
Catherine Coral – An orphan and one of the Prophesized
PROPHECIES
1. The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…born to those
who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies…and the Dark Lord
will mark him as his equal, but he will power the Dark Lord knows not…and
either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other
survives… the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the
seventh month dies…’
2. Two plus two equals the number of the Golden sentinel. Born and forgotten,
the four orphans are the bearers of the light. One is falsely named hero… he is
the child of the heroes who struck down darkness and died in their attempt. One
is a broken, but later strengthened by his survival. He is hidden in the
wilderness. He is the power of life. Two are hidden in anonymity the legends
told of them are forgotten. Two small villages’ prides in land of the Snake and
in the land of the storm… they’re the orphans that will strike fear into the
darkness. But hark, the abandoned child strengthened by survival must learn
love… with love he will defeat all those who oppose the light… He is the focal
point of the four orphans… two plus two is the number of the Golden Sentinel.
PROLOGUE
In small tidy little home with a porch and greenhouse, lived a family of three;
a husband, a wife and their one year old child. Mr. James Potter was a very
talented and powerful wizard. He easily made it into the ranks of the Aurors,
an equivalent of a muggle police man. He studied long and hard to gain the
power he had today. Mrs. Lily Potter, a truly brilliant witch with an equal
amount of power was a teacher at her former school. She taught charms. Their
one-year-old son called Harrison Potter, a little boy with auburn hair
highlighted with almost unnatural copper and gold highlights. And his father’s
hazel eyes had begun to show an amazing aptitude for magic. And so this little
family lived in their tidy little home.
However, their peace was not to be. A seer claimed to have seen a vision in
which they saw their son have the power to defeat the current dark Lord, a man
who killed and tortured for pleasure and strove for immortality. They were
hidden under many complicate spells. But they were betrayed by a friend of the
family. A man who craved power and yet feared those with more power than he.
His name was Peter Pettigrew.
On the stormy Halloween night of 1981, several of the Dark Lord’s minions broke
into their home and killed the mother and the father. However, when they turned
wand on the child they felt their master burn out of existence. In a panic they
left the wailing child, fleeing to help their master who was killing another
child. A pure blood baby with the prophecy also hanging above his head. It was
two days later that anyone would think of checking on the Potter family, for
they were all drunk with the success of boy-who-lived… forgetting the orphaned
child.
But as things happen everything must darken before it grows light. And so
Harrison was suppose to go to a family friend, Remus Lupin, but the man lost in
his pain refused to take the child in. Outright blaming the child for his
parents’ deaths. And so the child was callously abandoned by the wizarding
world in that of the muggle world where he was raised as nothing, but slave to
family. A slave beaten into submission and weakness.
Nine years later
A boy knelt scrubbing the floors of the small two bedroom apartment cluttered
with frivolous odds and ends. His hands were raw from scrubbings and his knees
hurt. It was three in the morning, about two hours before he needed to start
breakfast before his Uncle, Vernon Dursley. Vernon Dursley was proud to say
that he wasn’t a factory worker like so many others. He worked in a small
hardware store in the North District. He of course had to catch the bus there
paying his 35 pence. After cooking breakfast for his meaty Uncle, the boy would
go work in the McDowell factory for the summer shift. After the summer there
were many lay offs, but luck would have it the boy got the job ever summer.
Jobs came with experience and skill and having a job since he was old enough to
see over the counter had earned him that. He’d learned his P(s) and Q(s)
earlier than his peers and his mathematics were always scored above average.
After working a ten hour shift, he’d head home, cook an early dinner. Clean the
apartment up a bit and hit his pallet conveniently placed under the dripping
faucet in the kitchen. Three am, he’d be up and do an extensive clearing
routine. That was his life.
He was only ten years old. A malnourished child with big eyes that looked
unnatural in his thin sickly white face. His body was riddled with scars where
others’ had taken out their woes upon him. Blaming him for things he had no
part in. He was petite for his age and his long auburn hair was snarled, but
tied back to keep out of the way. He was fed little, worked too hard and beaten
when he didn’t meet standards.
This was the life the boy had been abandoned to by the wizarding world. It was
life he never wanted. Some nights as he lay close to the wall under the sinks,
avoiding the leaking water, he’d dream. He’d dream of a woman with brilliant
red hair and emerald eyes. He’d dream of a man with messy dark brown hair and
hazels and they loved him. They truly loved him. He wasn’t a freak, an
abomination in their eyes. No, he was their son. And they loved him for being
theirs. He’d wake up with tears streaming from his eyes, but quickly secure
that part of him, that part of him that hoped and loved deep within him. So no
one could hurt him.
For no one loved him and never would… yet he couldn’t help, but hope.
***** Prologue *****
Azalea’s Call
Written by: Night Fury
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.
Warnings: Homosexual pairings, Heterosexual pairings, Alternative Universe,
non-canon, Out of Character, Original Characters, SEXUAL CONTENT, explicit
language, violence, some blood and gore, changes to appearance and lineage,
creature inheritances, super powerful characters, original creatures, child
abuse…
MAJOR WARNING: There’s a religious mention in which Harry performs magic in a
Catholic church and the church praises the Lord. Umm.. hope that doesn’t offend
anyone. I don’t condemn any religion or religious purpose. I’m not an atheist,
I’m not Christian, Jewish or Islamic, I choose to pray to a higher power in my
own way. Please just take the comment lightly, it isn’t meant to be offensive.
Setting: Set in a World Similar to 1920s Brooklyn (NYC, USA) with some modern
commodities the muggle world is ruled by a Queen and her council. The wizarding
world is led by an elected minister and a council of Lords and Ladies. Freedom
of Speech, equal rights… etc. remains.
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                         A Child no more than a memory
                            A flash of haunted eyes
                           Tears spilled in darkness
                   Slit wrists and an epitaph that is a lie
                                - S.T. 9/28/07
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CHAPTER ONE
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The black smoke burns my lungs as I trudge through the electric plant.
Shoveling coal is not an ideal job, but it pays well. I slip into a corner and
munch on the meager meal my relatives allow me. Closing my eyes I sigh as I
finish the last piece of dried crust, yet my hunger is insatiable. Picking up a
scrap of newspaper I indulge myself by roughly sketching Thomas, a friend who
works along side of me. Tom says I have talent. I said ‘Talent doesn’t get you
food and warm place to sleep, I’ll stick to shoveling.’
The bell sounds and us union workers gather our belongings and leave. The
plant’s door swing shut behind me. That is life, at ten we’re already digging
our own graves at twenty we’re rotting in them. Thomas got the black lungs,
he’s dying though he’s only fifteen. Me, I’m a lucky one, seem I’m somehow
immune. Don’t know why, I don’t question that almighty, just pray my luck holds
through.
I’m walking home, glancing up now and then to watch the crows that seem to like
to trail behind me. They’ve been with me my entire life, these crows. Drive my
relatives crazy. Poor birds get soaking wet when Aunt Petunia decides to rid
them by dousing them in water. Not much luck there. Last time she pulled that
stunt, my feather friends crapped on her laundry hanging on the lines out the
window. Sure I got a beating, but it was worth it to see my uncle wearing an
odd colored stain on his perfectly ironed and crisp linen shirt.
You know, my crows aren’t the only odd things about me. Nope, I got plenty of
peculiarities. One day old O’Malley got caught in the gears. No one was near
enough to the lever. And everyone just took of their caps as the old man’s leg
caught next. They’d be praying, ready for the end of Old man O’Malley. But I
got desperate. Old O’Malley was like a granddad to me, and family is my only
love. So I did the impossible I somehow got to the level and whipped it down.
Got hell to pay for shutting down the electricity, got my salary cut for two
months, but the boys helped me out. They gave me their two pence whenever they
had the spare. And so my earnings went to the Dursleys and no one knew the
difference.
Another incident occurred, while I was in church, funny thing though one of
them Catholics, of course we were protestants we were only there because my
Aunt wanted to see a real stain glass window, (A/N: I read the majority of
England a Protestants. Is that correct?) Churches thought it was one of them
bloody miracles. They were taking their communion, when my stomach growled. It
was loud enough for the whole church to hear. The chapel was as quiet as
graveyard on night shift. The bread just leapt out of the Priest hands and
stuffed itself in my mouth. After a loud silence the Priest walked over to me
and embraced me.
“Dear Boy,” He said tears flowing down his face, “The son has spoken and he
said ‘Feed the hungry!” And the whole church starting singing praise.
Hallelujah! Praise Jesus Christ son of the Lord!
That day I wasn’t beaten, the Dursleys were too pleased to be off spending the
Church’s alms that were given to me instead of the church. They tried the trick
again, but nothing happened. Instead I was black and blue for weeks and I lost
a good ten pounds of my frame.
As I was walking home today, I suddenly heard my feather companions stirring up
a racket. Glancing up I nearly get decapitated as a bloody barn owl lands on my
in the middle of the day. Well not exactly the middle, about five, but it was
still light out. The owl wouldn’t leave me in peace until I untied this odd bit
of paper tied to its leg. Hesitantly I did just that and the damn thing was a
letter addressed to me.
                                  Mr. Potter
                         Under the Leaky Kitchen Sink
                             Number 4 Apartment 23
                                Great Boar Road
                                    London
                                 102043 – 168
                                 Great Brittan
                                       -
                                HOGWARTS SCHOOL
                          Of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
                                       -

                         Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
           (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
              Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are please to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts school of
Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of necessary books and
equipment. Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl by no later than
July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
How the hell was he supposed to reply. I felt something stir on my shoulder,
right… owl. These people were bloody nuts, but help school was school and the
shit was worth a shot. I quickly wrote a reply.
                            What the hell is magic?
                                   - Potter
I sent it off with the bloody barn owl.
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