
Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/8153849.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Tom_Riddle/OMC, Harry_Potter/Tom_Riddle, Harry_Potter/
      Original_Male_Character(s), Tom_Riddle/Original_Male_Character(s),
      Original_Female_Character/Original_Male_Character, Harry_Potter_&
      Original_Female_Character(s)
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Tom_Riddle, Original_Female_Character(s), Original_Male
      Character(s), Albus_Dumbledore, Hermione_Granger, Weasley_Family_-
      Character, Neville_Longbottom, Luna_Lovegood, Draco_Malfoy, Voldemort
  Additional Tags:
      Weasley_Bashing, Except_GW-BW-CW-TWINS, Dumbledore_Bashing, Adventure,
      Romance, Magical_Inheritance, Threesome_-_M/M/M, Alot_of_OC's
  Series:
      Part 1 of Entity's_Guardians
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-09-28 Updated: 2016-11-24 Chapters: 7/? Words: 29229
****** Entity's Inheritance ******
by Lord_Demetrius_King
Summary
     Harry gets a strange dream where he meets a odd boy. Said boy tells
     him that he is going to have a special inheritance and along with the
     others they will uncover the truth on what started this mess called
     his life.
      
     UNDER EDITING
Notes
     Hello everyone, firstly I must thank everyone who is reading this
     Secondly this is my first work so I might have made more than a few
     mistakes so if you spot them don't be afraid to point them out to me
     And be brutally honest with me. Tell me what needs work, if it needs
     more details or if I simply redo it all.
     Thank you
     Enjoy
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter 1
June 30, 1995
Harry’s POV
 
It’s been a month since Cedric was killed. Since Voldemort came out of the
cauldron. Since I've last heard from Sirius, Remus, or Hermione or any of the
Weasleys really.
 
‘Some family they are’, I thought bitterly as I close the front door behind me.
 
I, Harry James Potter, never could catch a break. First it was the
philosopher’s stone. Then it was the Chamber of Secrets and the whole heir of
Slytherin fiasco. Then there was Sirius in third year, and though I liked the
result of it, it was still a pretty crappy year for me. Then just eight months
ago that damned goblet spit out my name only causing me more problems. ‘Though
it did show me who my real friends are’. Neville, Ginny, and the twins where
the only ones to really stick to my side, they never thought I was lying, never
taunted, never shunned, never wore those damn badges.
 
And where was Dumbledore in all this. NOWHERE!! He’s never helped, never
stopped the bullying, always says he’ll make thing better when he does
absolutely nothing! It’s safe to say that I hold no respect for the man, nor
does I trust him. Not to mention he always shrugs me off when I asks about
staying anywhere but at the Dursleys.
 
Speaking of which, the Dursleys aren’t really making things any better. They
seem to have made it their life’s mission to overwork me. The first week was
somewhat normal, but the weeks after they seemed to have doubled his chore
list. Some of the things they expect me to do are complete shit. ’I mean
really, they want me to polish they’re shoes and paint the entire house in one
day!’. Not to mention Uncle Vernon is getting more aggressive in his beatings.
 
Right now, I'm just tired and sore from the chores I've finished, all I want is
sleep right now. ’Yess sleep. Sleep good’. With that I headed to my room to the
bed. I never really bothered to change since once my head hit the pillow I was
out.
 
~•~
 
I felt dirt. Dirt in between my toes along with fallen leaves and small twigs.
I opened my eyes and saw that trees surrounding me. I was in a forest. The
Forbidden Forest to be exact. What the he-
 
“Well we’re not really in the ‘Forbidden Forest’, as you call it, this is
simply a dreamscape, your dreamscape actually.”
 
I nearly jumped when I heard the voice. I turned around slowly and warily to
see a boy. He looked to be around my age, tall with lightly tanned skin, black
wavy hair that covered right eye a bit and curls at the end. Broad shoulders,
though still a bit on the lean side, but the eyes. His eyes were a pure golden
amber one would see in jewelry with a few hints of ruby-red around the pupil.
They seemed to glow in the dim sunlight making them look more majestic. And
well… all the more attractive. ‘Wait….where did that thought come from?’
 
It seems my mind must've wandered off for awhile, as the boy was now mere
inches from my face, “Hey, anyone in there?” He tilts his head to the side as
he waved hand in front of my face
 
My mind snapped out of its daze, taking in the close proximity we were of each
other. “Huh.. oh.. Oh sorry um.. uh my name is…” I stuttered, a blush creeped
into my face. 'Ugh! what the hell is wrong with m-!'
 
The taller boy didn't seem to take notice my stutter, “I know who you are
Harry”
 
I paused my internal rambling as I look up to state at him strangely, "Umm..."
 
The stranger seemed to have caught up to his own slip up, as he scratched the
back of his head awkwardly, "Sorry." He grinned sheepishly, "That sounded quite
stalkerish didn't it."
 
"Yeah, a little bit.", I chuckled at his awkwardness.
 
The boy seemed to regain his confidence as he cleared his throat, "Well its
only fair if i introduce myself too. My name is Alexander Justin Emrys-Le Fey,
though I prefer to go by Alex.”, the boy grinned as he bowed dramatically.
 
‘Emrys and Le Fey sounds familiar where have I heard it?’, I thought.
 
As if reading my mind the boy said,“ Otherwise known as Merlin’s and Morgana Le
Fey’s son.”
 
Silence… My eyes widened as I stated at him. 'This is by far the strangest
dream I've had.', I mused as I kept staring at a now shifting teen.
 
The boy, Alex now, broke the silence, “Welp, this just happened..”
 
I stared at him ”How?”
 
“How what?”
 
“How, this!?”,waving my hands at his direction
 
“Ohh that”, Alex grinned unabashedly. “What do you know about inheritances
Harry?”
 
“Aren’t they a power boost and I think they happen at 16 or 17.”, I answered, a
bit confused by the sudden question.
 
“ Well yes normally they do happen around 16 or 17 years but some inheritances
are special and those inheritances come early. Like ours-“
 
“Ours?”
 
“Yes, you might have one of these inheritances but don’t worry we’ll –“
 
“There are others? “
 
“Yes now-“
 
“When-“
 
“Dammit will you let me finish!”, Alex shouted.
 
Taken aback, I gave a quick nod.
 
“Okay", Alex took in a deep breath before he continued, "As I was saying, this
inheritance is not a particularly common one because the magical boost your
getting comes from a powerful entity. For example Magic, Life, and Chaos.”
 
“Wait,wait,wait so let me get this straight.”, I cut in, choosing to ignore the
glare shot at me, "You expect me to believe that not only am I getting a
powerful inheritance but that I’ll also be getting it from a powerful ‘entity’.
Do you not know how unreal this situation sounds right now!”
 
“Yeah I could see why that would be hard to wrap your mind around.”, Alex
grinned.
 
“You think”, I sighed as I silently prayed for this all to be a crazy dream,
and asked,” If you’re Merlin’s and Morgana’s son, how come you still look so
young?”
 
Alex’s grin faltered a bit at the question, ”Well never said everything was
perfect.”
 
“What do you mean?”
 
“Immortality”, Alex stated with a strain in his voice, ”When you receive these
powers you also gain an immunity to the other entities power. You cannot be
harmed by magic, nor time, nor death, nor life, and while you could create your
own chaos, chaos cannot to harm you. Along with that, you can't star a family
as everything in you stays frozen in a way.”
 
“Oh..”, understanding that living forever could get depressing, especially
alone.
 
“Yeah”
 
There was an awkward silence that surrounded us as we stood there. Though
something piped into my mind, “Don’t people get suspicious of a 15 year old boy
that doesn’t age?”
 
Alex looked up at him, “Oh we age”, he answered, ”we simply stop at 21 then we
de-age back to 12 and apparate to a new location.”
 
“Why do you stop at 21? Why de-age to 12? And why apparate to a new location?”,
I knew I started to sample a bit, bit I was still curious.
 
Alex didn't seem to mind as small grin started growing on his lips. “To answer
your first question we stop at 21 because I died at 21, and since I was the
first with this type of inheritance, I was like their prototype so to speak and
what ever happened to me physically the others follow.”
 
“As for the 12 thing, Lady Magic says that that’s when wizards start to get all
those power boost so it would look less suspicious that way. Though, I
personally believe that she enjoys seeing us suffer through puberty again.”, he
grimaced at the end, and I couldn't help but feel pity for him.
 
“And the apparating to a new location is more for us to start from scratch and
start a new identity and life.”
 
I nodded and asked, “You said there were others”
 
“Huh..oh..Oh yeah um well there’s me I’m magic, the others would be Damian Lock
who’s Chaos, the prankster in our group. But hey, I kinda expected as much.
Then there’s Izel, who’s Life, she’s normally clam in most situations but don’t
let that smile fool you she could be quite vicious when she wants to be.” Alex
said with a grin.
 
I nodded along as I made a mental note of it all, “Is that it?”
 
“Well no.", Alex conjured chairs for them to sit in, "There are two others, one
is kinda in the same predicament as yourself but the other well... he’s kind of
an ass so we don’t really associate with him. In fact I don’t think he knows we
even exist.”, the brunette shrugged.
 
“When will I meet them?”
 
“The asshole hopefully never. The other newbie, probably the same time we meet
physically. As for my friends most likely in the next dream.”
 
I nod, only one last question, “Who’ll be my entity?
 
Alex shrugged, “Can’t really say you’ll just have to wait kid.”
 
“Okay”
 
I jumped as a loud ringing noise passed through the forest.
 
“It’s almost time”, Alex muttered,” Listen Harry there are some things I have
to warn you about the upcoming inheritance. Firstly off it’ll happen the day
before your birthday. Secondly, the pain of the process will be excruciating,
you’ll never feel anything like it, and that’s because your body can’t contain
that much power so that body will have to die-“
 
My eyes widened dramatically as I hugged myself, “What!”
 
"Okay okay, calm down and tet me finish, sheesh.", He rolled his eyes, "Anyway
that body will have to die in order for a new one to form. The new body might
have a few changes, but it’ll be capable of withholding your power.”
 
The ringing got louder
 
“Welp that will be my cue, it was nice meeting you Harry.” Alex’s form started
to mist over a bit.
 
“Wait!”, I exclaimed, "How will I find you?”
 
“Don’t worry about it. We’ll find you.”, Alex said, sporting a mysterious
smile.
 
Before I could ask what he meant by that, there was a sudden flash and he was
gone…

~•~
 
I woke up with the sun hitting my face. ’Wonder what he’ll do to find me’, I
wondered. ’Oh well at least there’s something to look forward to’. Since I
haven't heard someone shout at me I figured he had a few more min-"BOY!!!", my
uncles voice bellowed from downstairs.
 
'Of course'
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Chapter 2
July 21, 1995
 Harry’s POV 
 
It's been exactly 2 weeks and I haven't had another dream about Alex again.
‘Maybe that’s all it is… a dream.’
 
At the moment, you couldn't really blame me forgetting about the entire thing,
honestly. Vernon has become more ruthless in his beatings. At first, it was
just the belt to the back, nothing really drastic, 'In my opinion at least' to
dragging a lit cigar over my arm, and now to carving words to my back, so
really it was quite easy to forget through the pain.
 
FREAK
 
The word of the month... it's funny how this one word could always get to me,
and now... it's written all over my back.
 
I rubbed at my eyes tiredly, I didnt cry, never cry, something I've learned a
long time ago. Because if I cry, I show weakness, and weakness meant power to
those around me. And really, what good has crying done to anyone, it certainly
didn't help me. As I layed down, I allow my drowsiness to numb the pain of my
back and drift me from all reality for the night...
 
~•~
 
I opened my eyes and was hit with the slight sense of nostalgia at my
surroundings. I was back at the forest. I half expected for Alex to appear
beside me but that wasn't the case. No, instead I faced the backs of two
people, a girl and a boy. The boy was obviously not Alex, seeing as he had a
more buff look to his shoulders. I was about to call for their attention, until
I realized the state my body was in, scars from earlier seem to still pop out
in this plain, 'Crap crap crapcrapcrap...'My mind was racing for a way to out
of this. My one solution; putting some distance between me and them. 'Maybe
they won't notice it if they can't--"
 
 
SNAP
 
‘Shit’.I froze on the spot in terror as the two slowly turned to face me
 
“By the gods!”, the girl’s- Izel, i mentally corrected- eyes widened and as she
was about to speak, though, once she caught sight of my expression, she
faltered. By the way her face scrunched up, she seemed to be a having an
internal struggle before sighing and motioning me over, ”Sit. Let me tend to
your wounds.”
 
“I’m fi-“
 
“Kid just let her do her thing, trust me you don’t want to argue with her.”,
the boy, Damian I guessed, raised an eyebrow at me.
 
I was about to retort but Izel beat me to it, “Either you comply or I’ll make
you comply.”, she threatened, “ Now, sit."
 
I scowled, but did as told, not really wanting to anger the girl kneeling
beside me.
 
We stayed in silence as the girl placed a hand on my side and started to pulse
her magic around me. During that time I got to observe Izel. She had cream
toned skin, pink full lips, slightly wavy, dirty blond hair that reached down
to her waist, high cheek bones, and was wearing a dress that were showing off
her curves quite nicely. She looked stunning. Like a real goddess, though in a
way, they all slightly were.
 
Once done with my observation of the boy in front of me, Damian, was leaning
against a tree, looking around with the slightest hint of curiosity. He looked
a fair bit taller than Alex and much more broader too, he was a tone or two
darker and his features showed him to be of Asian-descent, sharp aristocratic
face. He punk-rock appearance, with his leather jacket, ear and lip piercings,
and couple locks of aquamarine blue hair.
 
Apparently Alex wasn’t the only one with oddly beautiful eyes. Izel had white
eyes with a couple flecs of gray and black making them look like diamonds. And
he really couldn’t compare Damian’s eyes to anything, his main color was light
blue but as you get near the pupil it shifts and changes to a mixture of bright
extravagant colors like pinks, greens, violets, and reds.
 
I didn’t realize how long I've been staring until Damian said, “Are you done
checking me out kid?”, his tone was mostly nonchalant, though i did hear the
slightest bit if amusement in his voice.
 
“Huh-no! I didn’t me- I mean I wasn’t-“, Izel huffed silently beside me,
shaking her head as she looked up to us.
 
“Don’t listen to him, he likes making people uncomfortable.”
 
“I don’t like making people uncomfortable,”, Damian stated, slow grin forming
at his lips, ”I love it. It’s my life’s work.”, the grin oddly resembled that
of the Weasley Twins, which instantly made my body relax with ease.
 
Izel still gave him an unimpressed look until she turned her attention back to
me, ”Well let me introduce myself, I’m Izel that idiot over there is Damian.
But Alex probably already informed you about us.”
 
I nodded.
 
“Good then, may you please inform me to what he’s already told you?” she asked.
 
And I did.
 
Once I was finished, Izel looked thoughtful as she nodded along with the
information, ”Okay so he covered the important details, now we are here so we
could answer any follow up questions you didn’t get to ask before.”
 
Harry thought it over, but eventually asked, ”Why do you all hate the other
entity person.”
 
“The one that doesn’t know of our existence?”
 
I nodded as a response. 
 
“Well that entity is called Fate, and she could be…”
 
“She’s a bitch kid.”, Damian cut in, only to be glared at by Izel, ”What, you
know it’s true.”
 
My curiosity spiked up as I look at him intently, “How?”
 
“She’s screwed our entities over big-time”, Damian answered,” she’s caused
unnecessary deaths, she kept the wrong people alive, she has disrupted the flow
of time more than once, she has given power to the wrong people, she has caused
more trouble than me. AND I’M CHAOS!!!”
 
“Not to mention that her guardian is the one who started the last two Wizarding
Wars in Europe.”, Izel added. Though she seemed as surprised at Damian’s
outburst.
 
“She abuses her power for her own personal entertainment. Yes she finds what
she does entertaining, that’s why the others haven’t told her about our
existence. They fear that she would use us for her own personal gain. And as
for her guardian… the man is only after power so if he knew of our existence
he’ll either want us as his puppets or feel threatened and want us killed and
since he has power over your Wizarding Britain he could actually make that
happen. He is a manipulative bastard so he always finds a way out of his
punishments and uses other people to do his bidding...”, Damian continued to on
mumbling under his breath, looking agitated
 
I stayed quiet through the whole. Pondering as to who this guar-‘Wait…’
 
“Guardian?”
 
Izel perked up at the change of subject, “Oh yeah that’s what we’re called
after our inheritance ‘Guardians’”
 
“Okay…. How come you don’t have a last name? I mean Damian has a last name,
Alex has a last name, but I haven’t heard yours.”
 
Izel smiled at that and answered, ”Where I came from we didn’t do last names,
well at least my family didn’t. They were slaves so they didn’t have any that
I’ve known of.”
 
“And where did you come from, if you don't mind me asking.”, .
 
“I came from the Aztec Empire,”, she stated, “or what is now Mexico.”
 
'Interresting', “Andyou?”, he nodded toward Damian, who now looked less hostile
as he did moments before.
 
“I’m from Yuan”, he grinned,” or what is China today.”, he yawned,” Okay Izel I
think you could handle it from here I’ll go see if Alex needs any help. See ya
later”, as his form started to fade away he turned to look me straight in the
eye, ”Oh and kid, welcome to our strange, dysfunctional, slightly insane
family!”, and with that he disappeared in a swirling cloud of blue smoke.
 
Izel chuckled at his antics, ”Ladies and gentlemen my husband.”, gesturing to
the place Damian was in.
 
I had to ask, ”Husband?”
 
“Ah yes, I know, hard to believe right.”, she said airily, ”We all have soul
mates given to us by Lady Magic, even muggles or no-majs, whatever the hell you
call them, but after this inheritance it gives you a hint as to who it is
through a tattoo." She smiled fondly at nothing in particular, seeming caught
up in a memory, "Mine is of a sword and gun with a shield behind them. Though I
didn’t know what it was at the time.”
 
“And his?”
 
Her smile widened, ”His is a rose with black and white petals floating in the
water.”
 
“What about Alex?”
 
Izel looked thoughtful for a moment before she answered, ”I don't think he's
ever showed us actually…he’s never really said much about his mate. Simply that
he knew who they were and that they weren’t born yet or something.”
 
“Oh”
 
Silence
 
“How come you didn’t say anything?”
 
“About?”
 
“About, this”, referring to his scarred back.
 
“Would you have said anything if I’d asked”, i said nothings, ”well there you
go.”
 
“Usually people ask.”
 
“Well we’re not those kind of people.”, seeing his confused look Izel
explained, ”Listen we all have things that we'd rather keep in the past, some
are darker than others and it takes time for someone to have enough trust in
you to tell you all of them… out of all the things Alex has taught us in the
beginning, the number one thing he talked about the most was gaining trust.“
 
My hands were shaking in nerves, “Do you think he knows.”
 
“Oh I’m pretty sure he knows.", she said firmly. "Maybe not the extent of it,
but he knows. He’s simply waiting for you to come to him.”
 
She stayed silent as my hands clenched and unclenched, before she spoke again
in a much more soothing voice, “You know he wouldn’t think of you any less
because of this right.”
 
I didn’t answer, she wasn't expecting one.
 
There was a ringing noise, signaling the time they had left.
 
“Our time is nearly over, it seems.”
 
I nodded, “I guess so”
 
“ You know, if you need anyone to talk to I’m always there if you need me.”,
Izel said softly. 
 
“Thanks…I’d like that.”, I smiled, she smiled back and the ringing got louder.
 
As Izel started to mist away she said one last thing, ”Hey, before I forget I
must repeat what Damian said. Welcome to our strange, dysfunctional, slightly
insane family!”, she grinned.
 
I returned the grin and with a bright flash they were gone….
 
~•~
 
I woke up with in a much better mood that morning, and followed through most of
the day. The words ‘Welcome to our strange, dysfunctional, slightly insane
family!’ played through my mind over and over and I smi-
 
‘Wait...slightly insane?’
 
'What did they mean by that...'
 
Oh well, I'll see what they meant by that sooner or later.
 
As I went downstairs I felt total dread, I looked at the clock in the hall and
saw it was late, his uncle's face an angry red with a belt in hand.’ Great,
just great'
Chapter End Notes
     Okay so I didn't really put much for Damian I know but don't worry
     he'll have those moment with Harry just not yet. But as you could see
     he and Izel are gonna be very close in future chapters. And I'll also
     add some more of their back stories in future chapters.
      
     As for when the next chapter will come out. Since I have school for
     most of the week I'll most likely be posting on weekends, but if I
     finish earlier than that then I'll post.
     Don't forget give me some feedback and be honest if I made a mistake.
     Thank you!!
      
     And here's a little extra info on the places I named here:
     The Aztec Empire: or the Triple Alliance, began as an alliance of
     three Nahua "altepetl" city-states: Mexico-Tenochtitlan, Texcoco, and
     Tlacopan. These three city-states ruled the area in and around the
     Valley of Mexico from 1428 until they were defeated by the combined
     forces of the Spanish conquistadores and their native allies under
     Hernán Cortés in 1521.
     The Yuan Dynasty: officially the Great Yuan, was the empire or ruling
     dynasty of China established by Kublai Khan, leader of the Mongolian
     Borjigin clan. Although the Mongols had ruled territories including
     today's North China for decades, it was not until 1271 that Kublai
     Khan officially proclaimed the dynasty in the traditional Chinese
     style, and the conquest was not complete until 1279 and lasted until
     1368.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     Give me any feedback if I made any mistakes
     Oh and there's a brief mention of Tom if you able to find it, though
     i wasn't really subtle lol
     And thats about it.
     Thank you!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Chapter 3
July 29, 1995
Harry's POV
 
Tired and sore from both from my chores and Uncle Vernon's beatings, I left to
my room seeing as everyone has alrewdy gone to sleep. It was 11:40 ‘almost
time’ I thought as i changed into my night clothes. I still didn't know what to
expect from the inheritance, even though Alex has told me it would hurt a lot,
I was still unsure if there was more.
 
I lay there waiting, anxious for what’s to come ‘Wonder how much I’ll
change?’. I still hasn’t heard from any of the Weasleys or Sirius but I
honestly stopped caring a little while ago. I thought that if they were to
ignore me, then I should do the same. I've put much thought as to where my
trust lay and where it shouldn’t . So far there where only five or six people I
could actually trust, though Alex and Izel were nice and all, they were still
on the debatable side.
 
It was 11:54.
 
My heart rate started ti increase tremendously as my breathing came in short
gasps.
 
11:55
 
The room grew hot, my sight starting to blur around the edges.
 
11:56
 
Then it calmed a bit, my body returning to it's normal function.
 
But I realized, everything was going a bit too slow. To slow.
 
11:57
 
It started getting hard to breath.
 
11:58
 
My lungs were burning as the struggled to catch any air. It's getting too
dark. Too dark!
 
11:59
 
A cold sensation runs through my body. I stopped struggling once everything
starts ti grow numb.
 
12:00 am July 30.
 
Everything stopped for a moment. Literally  everything. The wind, the noise,
the movement. Everything was so quiet. It absolutely terrified me.
 
Then it all started again, an undesirable pain shot through me. All his past
scars felt like they where being torn open with sharp claws. Like knives trying
to cut through skin until they kit nerve and bone before snapping those too.
Thiis was somehow worse than any crucio Voldemort would give.So much pain. 
 
I was so lost in the pain that I never realized what was going on around me.
Things where being thrown all over the place, wood started to crack under
pressure and the windows started to wobble. The house started to shake and it's
surroundings weren't fairing any better. Trees and plants started to wither
away and the nearby park was lifeless, the pond started to muck up as the
lights gave out and shattered. There was a storm developing and the wind
started to pick up, the very center of the cyclone right over number 4 Privet
Drive.
 
As darkness started to consume Little Whinning, a small curse went around in
the area making everyone experience they're death in a dream. And while not all
sounds bad, you must remember, not everyone dies a peaceful death.
 
~•~
 
I opened my to see that I was in a gray room. The room was somewhat cosy for
lack of better word. Despite it being only a black and grey room. There was a
fireplace in front of it all with a oval-shaped mirror on top that was lined
with small gold designs. His fingers was nearly at the ri-
 
“I wouldn’t do that honey”, a soft voice said behind me.
 
I swore and quickly to face the voice. There was a ghostly-white pale woman
leaning against the wall. She looked taller, with grey hair and black eyes. She
was wearing tight black leather pants with a green sleeveless blouse and black
heels.
 
“Err…sorry?”, I didn’t know want to say.
 
The lady chuckled and waved her hand, ”No worries. Please sit, this might take
awhile.”, she directing me toward an armchair.
 
I did as told and remained silent. As She sat in the loveseat in front me. We
remained silent for awhile, her simply observing me, while I kept my gaze on mt
lap.
 
Time ticked by slowly and it became evident that I wasn't going to speak first.
Once The woman realized this, she let out a loud sigh and snapped her fingers.
A glass soon appeared in front of me, holding a dark red liquid that smeeled
faintly of grape.
 
I looked up to meet her gaze fool on as she raised her eyebrows at me.
 
"Not a wine person?", she said with small tinge of amusement laced in her voice
 
"I'm fourteen", I said simply.
 
"So is that a no or...", she made a gesture side to side. "T ea?"
 
I nodded, "Yeah", and in an instant the glass was replaced.
 
We both took sips from our respective cups as we eyed each other, after awhile
I decided to ask, "Who are you?"
 
 
The woman smiled, ”Ah yes, I knew I was forgetting something. My bad.”, she
stood up and was now standing. ”Death at your service.”, she did it with a mock
bow.
 
I stared wide eyed and speechless. This was not what I expected. Though
considering the amount of times I've been close to death, this probably
shouldn't surprise me as much as it did.
 
The woman in front of me tries to stifle a laugh (Emphasis on tries) and heads
back to her seat and grabs her glass to take a sip. She smiles as me and says,”
I’m not what you expected, was I.”
 
I shake my head
 
“Let me guess you thought I was a bony dark cloaked figure or that I was a man
at least”, she grinned.
 
I nod.
 
Death sighed, ”I still don’t understand why you lot think that. I mean I went
to a gathering as a skeleton ONE time, and suddenly that’s how they perceive
you as.”, she rubbed her temples,” Sometimes I swear I hate Chaos.” Death shook
her head as she started muttering profanities at someone by the name of
'Chaos'.
 
“Uhh…”
 
“Hmmm.. Oh! Right sorry”, she quickly to a sip of wine and put it on the table,
“So kid, anything you want to say.”
 
In all honesty, since I've heard of this inheritance, there's been one question
circling my mind constantly, "Why?"
 
Death's eyebrows furrowed, confusion swimming in her pitch black eyes, "I don't
believe I follow."
 
"Why me?", I cleared my throat, "O ut of everyone else you could have chosen.
Why did you choose me?"
 
Death didn't answer immediately. She stayed quiet as her scrutinizing gaze
ranked over my persona. She continued to do this for a couple of minutes before
she finally spoke up.
 
"Why not."
 
I was about to exclaim a retort, but the primordial being held up her hand, so
I held my tongue for the moment to let her continued. 
 
"I can't give you a definite answer, if I'm being completely honest with you.",
she shrugged, as she rested her cheek on her hand, smiling faintly at my
direction, "There could be many reasons for me to do so. Probably because you
were a special case as a babe. Or probably because I was always rather fond of
your father's side of the family. I don't know. Though I don't think I'll
regret claiming as you my Guardian.", Death's smile turned into a full out from
as she finishes, "Is that a good enough answer, hun?"
 
I nodded, mouth slightly agape as Death's words process in my mind.
 
A faint rustling behind me snapped me out of my daze. I turn to see a small
humanoid figure, with grey dirtied skin, groaning like it were in pain, "What
the--"
 
Death looked over my shoulder, and gasped as she batted my hand away from the
creature.
 
“What is it?”, I questioned, as I looked it over curiously.
 
“Nasty little thing is what it is.”, she paused for a moment letting her hand
run over the creatures head and the atmosphere in the room shifted as rage
started to filter into her eyes, ”WHY THAT SON OF A-- Ugh!”, she bellowed, ”
I’ve given to many passes, and I find out he made you one!”, she waved her hand
and the creature suddenly vaporized until it was nothing more than a black mist
on her hand.” I don’t care what Time has to say to me. I’M BEATING THE LITTLE
SHITS ASS!”, she raged her way toward the door.
 
“Umm…”
 
Death stopped as her hand was on the doorknob, ”Ah yes that’s right umm”, she
conjured a piece of paper and wrote something down. She then gave it to me,
“Here say this then someone’s name. I’ll be right back”, and then she left.
 
I looked at the paper in my hand, 'Ostende Mihi', with its translation, 'Show
Me'. I looked around the room, 'Where do I say this to?',after finding nothing
I muttered the incantation lowly.
 
“Ostende Mihi Izel”
 
There was a pinging noise from behind me. I slowly turn to face the mirror I
saw when I first entered. It's gold designs glowing faintly as the designs
start to come to life and move around.
 
Blond hair popped up on the mirror as the picture started to form the familiar
houses in Privet Drive...
~•~

Privet Drive, Morning After
 Izel’s POV 
 
I looked around at all the damage. “You sure do know how to leave with a bang
kid”, I muttered in amusement. The whole place looked like it was a ghost town.
Most, if not all, vegetation and greenery has turned into a yellow or dark
brown color, with the faint smell of decay in the air. I grimaced as focused my
magic at my fingertips.
 
“Reducam Vitae”
 
Everything started to bring life back to the place. All the trees plants
started growing and the grass got back to its dull green color. The pond nearby
started to clear up and the place looked more like it’s healthier self that
it’s deathly one. Everything natural was fixed but…
 
I touched my enchanted earing attempting to connect with a certain golden eyed
boy.
 
*Hellop*
 
“Hey Alex can you please fix the rest of the damage in the neighborhood”
 
*Roger*, and with another wave of energy all the glass and metal started
repairing itself as did some of the houses that were damaged.
 
“Thanks.”
 
*No prob*
 
“Ready?”
 
*When you are*
 
“Okay good don’t do anything stupid until I say”
 
*Roger* he and Damian said in unison
 
I chuckled fondly, “Okay boys, and so it begins”, as I made her way to Number 4
my features changing into those of my alias.
 
I'm going to present myself as Jennifer Lenof, had brown hair, a couple of skin
tones darker, with light green eyes, someone Dudley Dursley has been in contact
with through the Internet. Whether the connection is romantic or platonic I
didn't know,'I guess I'll just have to wing it'
 
I prepared my accent and then knocked at the door. It didn’t take long before a
tall horse-faced woman opened the door.
 
“Who are you and what do you want.”, her tone sounded tired and weary, and not
at all subtle, Petunia Dursley.
 
I put up a fake smile and said, “Hello I’m Jennifer Lenof. I’m here to see if
Dudley Dursley lived around here.”
 
She must have known who she was seeing as her tired expression perked up a bit,
“Oh! Please, please come in, come in”, she ushered me into the house, “I’ll
call Dudley.”, she then turned toward the stairs case, “Dudley dear, there’s a
nice girl named Jennifer here to see you.”, once she was done she heard a thump
and a lot of rustling coming from up stairs.
 
“I’ll be down in just a sec!” a voice shouted.
 
“So you must be Mrs.Dursley, nice to meet you, Dudley has told me so much about
you.”, I extended my hand towards the woman. “And I have to say you have quite
a lovely home, but not as lovely as you Madame.”
 
Mrs. Dursley seemed to preened at the complement, “Oh please Jennifer your
making me blush.”
 
“Call me Jenny, Mrs.Dursley all my friends do.”
 
“Then I must insist you call me Tuney.”, she the led me to the kitchen, “
Please sit, I’ll go see what’s taking him so long”, she nodded then exited
kitchen.
 
I let out a relieved breath as I planted some seeds underneath each chair.
‘Just a few more minutes’ . I straighten myself up when I hear footsteps
nearing the kitchen.
 
A big whale of a man came through the door way. ‘Vernon Dursley’, I thought
bitterly with an internal scowl. I placed the mask back on as I smiled, “Hello
you must be Mr.Dursley.”
 
He took my hand, “ And you must be Jennifer,”, he kissed the back of it, “it’s
a pleasure to meet you.”, giving me a triumphant, and rather perverted, smile.
 
“Oh I assure you, the pleasure is a mine.”, I could feel my mate's rage from
the backyard,
‘I don’t see why he’s angry, he agreed to this!’,
 I was internally gagging from the contact, but this is what she signed up for.
That didn't mean I had to like it though.
 
More footsteps sounded from the hall as she prepares herself for a conversation
with this family. In came Mrs.Dursley her lard of a son flanking right behind
her. ‘I could see the resemblance’
 
“Hi”, the boy squeaked out.
 
“Hello”, I smiled. They all sat around the table, Dudley was sitting
uncomfortably close to her. And Mr.Dursley droning on about a trick on how to
get a good deal on a sale. Once he was finished she spoke.
 
“That’s the very nice trick Mr.Dursley, let me show you one of mine.”, she then
stood up and was in front of them all. She rose her hand and snaps her fingers.
That’s all it took for her to shift and vines to start growing from there
chairs binding them. Shock and fear was evident in their faces, though Vernon
Dursleys face was going purple plum color in rage. Good thing the vines covered
his mouth...
 
Petunia and Dudley Dursley looked like they where about to scream but she
quickly flicked her wrist and flower sprouted near their faces.
 
"Ah ah ah. You wouldn't want me to knock you out now would you.", my sickly
sweet voice had hard edge to it causing the two to shiver and shake their heads
vigorously.
 
I nodded in satisfaction as I touched my earing, “I’m done boys.”, once I said
this Alex and Damian popped into the kitchen “Okay you”, she pointed at Damian,
“ go gather Harry’s things and you”, to Alex, “Take Harry back to our place and
heal any injuries he might have, I’ll be there later to help.”, they both
nodded, “Good. I’ll deal with them”, I turn my head to the bound family in at
the table. We all nodded and went their separate ways.
 
I turned back to a bound Vernon Dursley, I waved my hand and the vines covering
his mouth dissipated, “Now, Vernon-“
 
“YOUR ONE OF THEM!! YOU FREAK GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!! I’LL CALL THE-“, he was cut
off by a thick hard vine with dangerously sharp thorns in front of him.
 
“What was that Vernon.”, I gave him another sweet smile. “Good. Now I’m not
asking for much I just need you to sign this contract”, I took out the
parchment and a quill and slid it to him. “It states that you give up
responsibility of Hadrian James Potter and anything he owns.”
 
Vernon looked at the parchment and scowled at it, “And if I refuse.”, he said
defiantly.
 
"Oh trust me,", my appearance shifted to my original form as my eyes flashed
dangerously at the man, "You don't want to know."
 
Vernon quickly took the quill and signed the contract without another word.
 
I took the contract and let it mist away to Gringotts. “That’s done”, I turned
Vernon’s chair to face her and put a rag in his mouth, “Now bite hard on this
because what I’m about to do is going to hurt….A lot…”
 
"W-what are you going to do to us.", I snapped my attention to Dudley,
momentarily forgetting he was still here.
 
My movements faltered a bit, before making up my mind, "With you well... I'm
simply going to put you to sleep.", I received a confused look. "I'm not
pitting much blame on you since you were basically raised this way, so I'm
going to give you the easy way out. A lesson of sorts."
 
"They on the otherhand.", I pointed at his parents. "They are not off the hook,
so I'll give you a choice. Remember nothing but the pain or remember everything
with no pain."
 
"No pain.", Dudley said quickly, receiving appreciative look from me.
 
"Good.", I smiled somewhat kindly as I moved the flower from before closer to
his face, "Now consider this a warning Dudley, because the next I end up having
you like this, I won't be so merciful."
 
He nodded thoroughly as the flower let out a pink color aroma around him. As he
was losing conscience he stared at me with a hint of fear and was that...
admiration. 'Oops' didn't mean to do that. 
 
She grabbed the man’s head and placed her thumbs at his temple and murmured.
 
“Alterno Memoriae.”
 
~•~
 Harry's POV
I snapped my attention to a now chuckling Death.
 
"I knew I liked that girl.", she shook her head, eyes still filled with mirth
as the images on the mirror start to fade out.
 
Imyself found it amusing, but also sparked a new fear of Izel. ‘Note to self
never screw her over.’
 
“Okay I’m done let’s get back to our conversation.”, she he sat back at her
chair getting comfortable.
 
I opened my mouth to speak but then realized I really didn’t have that many
questions, only one. “ What abilities will I have?”, I really didn’t want to
accidentally hurt anybody.
 
Death had a thoughtful look then said, “This is another I can't really give you
a definite answer to sorry, you just have to wait for the others." She
shrugged. 
 
"Others?", I piped up.
 
"You'll see soon enough.", she waived her hand dismissively.
 
“Is that all?”, Death asked
 
I nodded and then looked around, “Umm how do I get back?”
 
“Through that door over there”, she pointed at the giant door that I never
noticed was there, “Wait before you go I must give you something.”, she then
grabbed both of my arms and closed her eyes, letting her magic seep to his arm
making them glow blue on one arm and gold on the other.
 
Once she was done she placed her palm at my cheek and gave him a kind smile.
“Be safe kid.”
 
The touch was cold but surprisingly comforting. Once she let go he made his way
toward the door and opened it.
 
The last thing he heard was Death saying, “Good luck.”, before I was blinded by
a bright light…
 
~•~
 
I was awake in an instant though my eyesight was a bit hazy from the
drowsiness. I thought of all the things I could do, and how I looked like,
remembering that Alex said I99o might have some changes.
 
Once my sight cleared I could not believe what he saw.
 
In front of me, was a sleeping teenage Tom Riddle…
 
-Meanwhile Downstairs-
 3rd Person POV
 
They were all lounging in the living room Keeping themselves busy when Damian
asked, “So…. When do y'all think they’ll wake up?”
 
It took awhile but when Izel was about to answer they heard a scream, a thump,
and finally a groan coming from upstairs.
 
They stayed quiet for a moment before Alex said, “I’d say about now...”
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Ostende Mihi- means 'show me'
     Reducam Vitae- means 'bring back life'
     Alterno Memoriae- means 'change memories'
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
     Okay so I'm sorry this one came a week later but the other week I had
     alot of work to do from school so just a heads up in case it happens
     again.
     Remember to give me some feedback
     Enjoy
     Ohh and when I use this (-^-) it means that it's still the same day,
     but simply a time skip.
     When I use this(~•~)that's when the story fast-forward a day or more.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Chapter 4
July 3rd, 1995
 
“Do you think we should check on them?”, Damian asked
 
“If we want this house in one piece, then yes we probably should.”, Izel
motioned them towards the staircase.
 
-Upstairs-
 Harry’s POV 
 
I looked at the other boy in silence. Shock and adrenaline running through my
veins, yet my body stuck in the position it was in. My mind tried to come up
with the many scenarios as to what this could be, but ultimately came up
blank. 
 
Tom on the other hand, simply looked confused. He was observing his
surroundings with a light in his eyes that one would call child-like. It was
unnervingly cute for some reason.
 
“Riddle”, I finally spoke, his voice wavering just slightly when the other boy
finally turned to him.
 
“Potter”, that seemed snap Tom out of his own stupor and he regained his
composure…. well as much composure one could get while on the floor.
 
Their eyes met, and suddenly Harry forgot how to breath. The only thought going
his being... blue. This kind of blue should not be possible on anyone, much
less Tom Riddle. It's the kind of color one would get lost in, and then there
were the jagged sharp white lines that made them look like jewelry. So similar
to the others, wait-
 
A soft cough brought me back to reality. I turned away from Tom and looked up
to see Alex, Izel, and Damian were standing on the door way. Though Damian
seemed to be disappointed.
 
“Aww boo! I came here to see some fist-to-face action.”, Damian pouted. “What
happened!”
 
Now that I thought about it, I've been strangely calm about this. Yeah, I was a
bit apprehensive from the shock, but I was that soon faded after awhile. Why
weren’t we at each other’s throats?
 
Alex answered, “I put some Calming Drought into their system a couple of hours
ago.”
 
“And it’s still in affect.”
 
“I used some of Iz’s personal batch”
 
“The ones she uses on you.”, Damian snickered.
 
“Yes.”, Alex scowled, then turned around to see Izel’s glare at him, “Don’t
look at me that way, you knew damn well what would have happened if I didn’t”,
she didn’t budge, “Plus they aren’t acting wonky so it was clearly enough for
them.”, he stated.
 
Izel still didn’t look impressed, “Oh no I’m not angry at what you did. In fact
I was going to do that myself..”, her eyes narrowed, “No I’m angry at the fact
that you went into my room, searched through my drawers, took one of my
potions, without my consent. Wow Alex I never knew you were the authorized
healer in this house.”
 
Alex visibly gulped, but that didn't seem to stop him, " Well technically...
you aren't of legal age to be authorized...either...".
 
If Izel was mad before, she's seething now, "What."
 
Alex let out a nervous chuckle, before seemingly disappearing from sight.
 
“ALEXANDER!!”, Izel bellowed and ran after him.
 
Damian was now full out laughing beside me, and Tom looked quite confused by
the whole scene that happened in front of him. He on the other hand, did feel a
bit of pity for the guy.
 
When Damian finally calmed down, then Damian said, “Rule numero uno in our
group, never enter Izel’s territory or domain unless told by thy lady herself.”
 
“Why?”, Tom asked.
 
“Well being the only girl in this group she feels the need to show us that, yes
she’s a woman, she knows how to defend herself, and she has boundaries.”, he
then pointed at the door way, “Let that be a perfect example as to what happens
when you push it.”, as if on cue, there was a loud shriek from downstairs that
made all of us wince.
 
"Damn I forgot just how high Alex's voice can go at this age. Ouch", the
multicolored eyed boy mumbled under his breath, shaking his head slightly.
 
We both nodded in agreement. Though this time I took in the other boy’s
appearance. He still looked like his diary self though his features might be a
tad softer, and there were his vividly colored eyes that seemed to be a trend
in this group. Speaking of which...
 
“Umm," , my voice craking slightly when both turned their attention to me, "Why
does everyone have strange eyes?”
 
Damian gave him a blank look, which is doing wonders for my self-esteem might I
add, before a thoughtful expression married his face, “I don’t remember we’ll
have to ask Alex. Though what I do know is that you are the only one with your
eyes still being their original color.”
 
“But then again your eyes aren’t really a natural color.”, Izel's voice
filtering into the room, she looked quite satisfied with herself, even gave me
a small kind smile, which threw me off from her earlier mood.
 
“Alex?”
 
“He’ll be here… it’ll just take a bit longer for him to get up.”, and, speak of
the devil, Alex entered the room looking quite stiff and very much in pain.
With every step the he took, he winced and- were those tears in his eyes.
 
“Are you ight Alex?”, Damian grinned.
 
“Piss off”, Alex glared, a new accent seeping into his voice, so different from
his American one, slightly rougher, “So what were yall talking about.”
 
“Why we have weird eyes.”
 
Both me and Tom looked at Alex expectantly as he thought of answer.
 
It took a while before he finally said, “It’s because our bodies were recreated
with magic and since we are mostly magic it tends to seep in to places in our
body. Like with our hair, any tattoos we might suddenly have, and our eyes.”,
he turned to him, “As for your eyes Harry… I think it’s because of the incident
that happened when you were a baby”, Tom winced slightly at the mention, a
blush making its way to his cheeks... was he embarrassed, “Because if I
remember correctly your mother had forest green eyes not emerald.”
 
“And that means…”, he still doesn’t get it.
 
“It means that when Voldemort hit you with the killing curse, a part of your
inheritance reacted by giving you some kind of protection.”
 
I wrinkled my nose in confusion, Huh?“I thought it was because of my mother’s
sacrifice that I survived.”
 
“Oh it is", Alex quickly reassured, "It just needed a bit more power. Hence why
only your eyes changed and nothing else did.”
 
Oh, I guess that makes sense.
 
Damian stood from his place and stretched, “Well boys I think it’s about time
yall ready yourselves, we have a very busy day today.”, and left the room.
 
“Indeed we do, I left some clothes for the both of you in the closet”, and with
that, Izel went right after him.
 
Alex was next, “The closet is that way”, pointing at the door near the window,
“And the bathrooms are down the hall.”, we nodded, “Good. You two have an hour
to get ready”, he headed toward the door, “Oh, and Harry”, he looks up, “Happy
Birthday.”, Alex gives him a genuine smile in which I returned.
 
Once the door closed the room once again fell into silence, vaguely aware that
they haven’t spoken anything but a word to the other.
 
“So…”, he said awkwardly.
 
“So”, Tom repeated.
 
“We’re gonna be seeing each other on a daily basis now.”
 
“Yes... indeed we are.”, Tom's voice sounded wary to my ears, but maybe I'm
just reading the situation. 
 
“I'm- aah. I'm just gonna go...”, I said awkwardly.
 
“Yeah okay...”, Tom said quietly, well atleast I'm not the only one
uncomfortable here.
 
Tom went on with his business slowly. He unashamedly took of his shirt
revealing a toned body that had...scars. Thin white lines connecting and
dividing parts of his back like a puzzle.  I looked away blushing, realizing
just how I was staring long and hard. It, much to my disdain, did not go
unnoticed by Tom 
 
“You know, it's rude to stare.” Tom calmly stated, eyebrow raised.
 
If possible my face got even redder, causing Tom to chuckle slightly as he left
the room.
 
He stared at the now closed door, did Tom Riddle just tease me, “Bastard”, he
muttered, though it didn’t have as much malice as he thought it would, and he
went on to get himself ready for the day.
 
-^-
 *
He headed downstairs and saw that everyone was sitting around the lounge. Alex
and Tom seemed to be in a heated argument in hushed whispers while Izel and
Damian looked amused at the two. They were vaguely aware that he has entered
the room until he coughed, ending their conversation, though he did catch the
mild glares Tom and Alex were throwing each other.
 
“So… what are we doing today.”, he asked.
 
Izel was the one who answered, “We are first going to Gringotts which will take
us up until 1 pm, then we are going shopping for you and Tom especially you
Harr-“
 
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing now.”, he stated
 
Izel only stared blankly at him, “Honey, you look like a 9 year old wearing
their father’s clothes.”
 
“I am not tha-“, she cut him off with a finger on his lips.
 
“Sweetheart.. yes you are.”, everyone around the room nodded in agreement. He
let out a frustrated huff but stayed quiet. “No more objections”, he shook his
head, “Good. Now where was I….. ah yes shopping well that would take us most of
the day, after that we are going to have some… fun.”, she was sporting a wicked
grin as were Damian and Alex.
 
He looked at Tom but he was just as lost as he was.
 
Damian casted a quick tempus and whistles, “Yeah Izel I think now’s a good time
for us to leave. It’s almost 10.”
 
Izel swore under her breath and conjured a bucket, “Hold on tight”
 
“Wha-“, he fealt something pull him by his navel and then being dropped on the
floor. Didn’t take long for him to blow chunks in the bucket. Well that
explains the bucket.
 
“Bloody hell”, he groaned.
 
“You’ll get use to it”, he groaned again, “Oh man up”, she snapped as she
dragged him to the front counter to speak with a goblin.
 
“What is it you need”, said the goblin.
 
“We are here to see the king”, Alex’s voice said behind him.
 
Harry did a double take and saw Alex, Damian, and Tom standing behind him.
 
“And what is your business with him.”, the goblin sneered.
 
Izel then crouched down to the goblin, and whispered something in his ear. The
goblin’s expression changed from shock, then fear, and finally awe. After
awhile the goblin stared at him and Tom with a calculating look before he
nodded and motioned them to follow him.
 
He left them in an empty office, “The king will meet you in just a second.” And
he made his leave.
 
They stayed quiet for a moment before Tom asked, “What did you tell him?”
 
“Our names”, Izel said nonchalantly.
 
“And how-“
 
“They’re know who we are”, Damian cut him off, and at their confused faces he
continued, “The Goblins are one of the few races that know of our existence.
The others being centaurs, the fairies, and the elementals, or what’s left of
them at least.”
 
“There were more of course but they have either gone into hiding or have been
driven into extinction.”, Alex stated.
 
“Who were the others?”, he questioned.
 
“The Nagas(reptilian people), knew, I haven’t heard from them in centuries, but
then again they could change their appearance to look human.”, Izel said
 
Damian spoke next, “Then there’s the Valkyrie(winged warrior women) pretty sure
they’re extinct, the Nymphs are simply hiding.”
 
Alex’s then stated, “No one has heard from the Elves in many years. They
disappeared 50 years before Damian came up. Of course there are a couple of
families that descend from the elven race but eventually even they disappear
without a trace.”, he paused for a moment, “I’m pretty sure there are other
races that know of our existence but they have yet to want some sort of
companionship from us or simply didn’t want to make themselves known yet, I
don’t really know.”
 
Just as Alex finished, the door opened to a well dressed goblin, who’s face
soften a little at the sight of them.
 
“Well Alexander never thought I’d see you again, but considering who you are
with I should have expected it.”, said the rough voice of the goblin.
 
“Good to see you again Ragnuk”, Alex smiled but then frowned, “What do you
mean, considering who I’m with?”
 
Ragnuk looked at him then sighed and pulled out a piece of parchment and a
dagger, “Mr.Potter if you would please place three drops of blood on the
parchment, it shall explain what I meant.”
 
He looked at the dagger warily, not knowing what to do he turned to the others
for help. They seemed as confused as him but nodded along with the idea. With
their confirmation, he grabbed the dagger and made a quick slash on his palm.
He let the blood trickle down his hand and land on the parchment, once the
third drop has fallen the wound was quickly healed.
 
Inheritance_Test - Hadrian James Potter
 
Date of Birth: July 31st, 1980
Father: James Charlus Potter (Deceased)
Mother: Lily Rose Potter nee Evans (Deceased)
Godfather: Sirius Orion Black
 
Titles_of_Lineage:
 
Ancient and Noble House of Potter (paternal)
Ancient and Noble House of Black (by Blood Adoption)
Ancient and Noble House of Peverell (paternal)
Ancient and Noble House of Gryffindor (paternal)
Ancient and Noble House of Ravenclaw (maternal)
 
Magical_Inheritances:
 
Death Inheritance
 
Titles:
 
Master of Death
 
He stared at the parchment for a long moment, to shocked to make a sound, he
vaguely heard someone whisper ‘Peverell’. He caught on to another line though.
 
“Ravenclaw. Maternal. Explain.”, he choked out.
 
“Mr.Potter we believe that your mother might have come from a squib line. We
tried to inform her of this but we were always blocked.”, Ragnuk said.
 
“Who blocked you”, he asked
 
“One Albus Dumbledore”, he was shocked at the accusation and then turned to the
others, they all looked aggravated especially Alex.
 
“What else has he done”, Alex ground out.
 
“He’s been taking money from Mr.Potter since 1982”, Ragnuk stated, “Which is
another matter I needed to speak to you about Mr.Potter.”, he took out some
papers, “Am I right to assume that you knew nothing of this”, he nodded as
Ragnuk place the papers in front of him.
 
Withdrawals:
Monthly 50,000 galleon withdrawal by Albus Dumbledore monthly.
Monthly payment of 5,000 galleon to Molly Weasley by Albus Dumbledore.
Monthly payment of 5,000 galleon to Ronald Weasley by Albus Dumbledore.
Monthly payment of 5,000 galleon to Arthur Weasley by Albus Dumbledore.
Monthly payment of 10,000 £ to Vernon and Petunia Dursley by Albus Dumbledore
 
No one said a word at the revaluation, they were all staring at him, wondering
what his reaction will be. They surprised to see a blank expression on his
face.
 
“They were being paid.”, an unnatural monotone voice came out. He didn’t know
what to feel, he kinda expected this from Ron, he did get jealous of him a lot,
a good case of it would be 4th year. But he didn’t expect this from Molly and
Arthur. Why would they do this to him? What had he done to them? Were they only
after his money? Were Ginny and the twins in on this? Was Hermione? He surely
hoped not, he didn’t think he could handle that much betrayal.
 
“Why were the Dursleys being paid.”, he asked.
 
“We were informed that the money was being used for your expenses.”, Ragnuk
answered.
 
He hummed for the moment, contemplating on a move of action and then said, “Cut
them off, all of them.”
 
“And how, Mr.Potter, do you expect me to do this without it leading back to
you.”
 
He thought about it for a moment, “Is it possible to make a policy in which
those who are ‘paying’ others with their money , have to come here personally
and sign off the payment in order for it to continue.”, he smirked, “And it
will not only help me, but many others who might have been robbed, and it will
help you find those who have not only stolen from others but cheated you into
doing so.”, his smirk widened, “And if I remember correctly you do not like
being cheated.”
 
“Indeed we don’t, Mr.Potter.”, he took smirked and wrote down the idea for
later, “Now next thing I was going to discuss is the matter of your lordship.”
 
“Aren’t I too young to claim?”, he questioned. He took a quick look at the
others, almost forgetting they were in the room. He saw Damian’s look of
approval and Izel’s impressed look. When he peaked at Alex and Tom he saw they
were both sporting a dazed look with hunger in their eyes directed at him. He
did not understand why.
 
“Indeed, unless you were signed in to an activity meant for adults.”
 
“But I haven’t…”, he paused, “The Triwizard Tournament.”
 
Ragnuk nodded, “Once you were allowed to participate you were automatically
declared an adult. Now would you like to claim your lordships.”
 
Harry thought it over the pros and cons of the idea before he finally came to
an agreement, “I’ll take the Potter and Black lordships, but I’ll leave the
other three for a much more important event.”
 
“Wise choice Mr.Potter.”, he then took out two boxes with what he thought were
the Potter and Black crests. “Simply slip those on and see if they will except
you.”
 
He opened the Potter box first and saw a golden band with a griffin carved into
it. He placed it on and felt a warm feeling go through him and then it
dissipated back into his ring finger. He then opened the Black box and saw a
silver ring with a black diamond in the middle and two pearls at achieve side.
His picked it up and saw words engraved in the metal ‘Toujours Pur’. Once he
placed the ring on a chill went through his body, he felt sick, he felt like
his blood was freezing, and a slight tinge of pain. But soon, like the Potter
ring, it felt warm and dissipated back into the ring.
 
“Congratulations Lord Potter-Black. Is there anything else you would like to
know.”
 
He then remember the name Peverell on the paper, “Who are the Peverells?”
 
Ragnuk coughed and motioned to Alex, “I think Alexander could explain this
part.”
 
He turned to Alex who was now back to his thoughtful look, “The Peverells were
the last known people to be gifted by Death herself.”, he paused and looked at
him and Tom, “The gifts she bestowed upon them were The Cloak of Invisibility,
The Resurrection Stone, and The Elder Wand.”, he then conjured pictures of the
items.
 
He looked at one picture, “That’s my Cloak”
 
“That’s the Gaunt ring”, Tom said beside him.
 
He then looked at the other picture, “And that’s Dumbledore’s wand.”
 
Alex’s nodded, “Yeah we’re going to have to do something about that but that’s
for a later time.”
 
He nodded, “Is there anything else I should know?”
 
Ragnuk shook his head, “No that was all.”, he then looked at Alex, “Is there
anything else you all need.”
 
Alex’s nodded toward Tom, “Yes we’ll need a new identity for our friend here”
 
Ragnuk nodded, “Ahh yes Mr.Riddle, am I right to assume that you three came
from America.”, Alex, Damian, and Izel nodded, “Well I’ll ask my brother for
some help in this but not to worry the papers will be ready by the time you
leave.”
 
They nodded and Izel asked, “We would also like to withdraw some money from our
vaults”, she looked at him and Tom, “5,000 £ at most and 5,000 galleons”
 
-^-
 
They did in fact leave at 1 pm with everything they needed. Tom’s new identity
is Thomas Wiltshire(Izel asked for Wiltshire), orphaned American halfblood
wizard, never knew his parents, ran away from the orphanage he lived in and
later met up with Alex, Damian, and Izel and joined their little runaway group.
He later found out the others aliases.
 
Alexander Emends, orphaned American ‘muggleborn’ wizard, lost family at young
age, and was later thrown in the system, years later he landed in Izel’s home
in which they ran away from.
 
Isabella(Iz) Vasquez, muggleborn Hispanic witch, lived in a male dominated
house, she later then found Alex in her home and ran away with him in order to
escape her family’s expectations, months later they found Damian.
 
Damian Fernandes, Brazilian halfblood wizard, who ran from his homeland in
order to escape gang related problems. A year later he’s in the US and finds
Alex and Isabella and joins them not long after Tom joins too.
 
A year passes and the group decided to move to Britain to start a new. Three
months into settling in, they meet Harry at the grocery store and kept in touch
and so on
 
They all received letters from Hogwarts, much to his and Tom’s confusion. They
explained that they have enrolled themselves and Tom a month ago. They then
said, “If anybody asks, you were the one who recommended we go.”, he nodded
along with it.
 
They were now buying their supplies for school supplies. He and Izel were at
the apothecary, looking at potion ingredients, while the others were at
Flourish & Blotts buying their books. After they got their robes from Madame
Malkin they headed toward the Leaky Couldron.
 
“So what’s next”, he asked
 
“We are going to London to get you and Tom a new wardrobe”, at this he groaned,
Izel rolled her eyes are him, “Oh c’mon it’s not that bad. Plus I know a great
place for you.”, she then pointed to at Damian and Alex, “You two are helping
Tom and Alex I’m pretty sure you know what store fits him the most.”, she got a
thumbs up as an answer and they all went their separate ways.
 
-^-
 
For the last three hours, he has been suffering while Izel goes shirt after
shirt, pants after pants and ,much to his horror, she bought him new boxers.
 
Izel then pulled out some leather pants, he immediately said, “No”
 
“Oh c’mon-“
 
“No”
 
“Please-“
 
“Nope”
 
"Do it-"
 
"Not happening."
 
“At least try it on”
 
He looked at it for a moment before he sighed, “Fine, but I’m not getting it.”,
she grinned and nodded, then left him in the dressing rooms.
 
He put the pants on and then looked in the mirror. He had to admit he didn’t
look half bad. He could imagine the looks in his friends faces, Hermione would
have a scandalized look and Ron-
 
Ron….
 
Reality seemed to have caught up to him. His best friend. His first friend. Was
nothing more than backstabbing, gold digger. And the people he started to see
as parents weren’t any better. Hmm.
 
“Harry…. You alright in there?” Izel asked.
 
“I trusted them”
 
Izel sighed and opened the door and saw him sitting on the floor, she sat next
to him.
 
“He’s was my first friend you know”, he started, “Thought we could go through
anything, to the very end I thought.”, he let out a bitter laugh, “I’m such an
idiot.”
 
They stayed there in a comfortable silence for awhile when Izel said, “I don’t
think he was a good friend to begin with. Firstly a good friend makes you smile
not frown. A good friend makes you happy not guilty. A true friend listens not
shun…. A true friend sees the first tear, catches the second, and stops the
third.”, she smiles at him, “How about after this me and you go out for ice
cream, how’s that sound.”
 
He smiled, “I’d like that.”
 
They stayed in silence for a bit longer until he remembered something from
Gringotts
 
"So... Master of Death"
 
Izel chuckled, "Yeah they give us all these flashy names, and don't ask me why,
not even I know.", she paused, "Mine is Mistress of Life."
 
He then laughed too, "And the others?"
 
She put a finger on her chin and said, "Alex is The Great Priest of Magic,
Damian’s is The Champion of Chaos, and I'm pretty sure Tom’s Lord of Time."
 
They both shared a laugh.
 
When they calmed she asked, “You good", he nodded, "Good, now c’mon hot stuff
we don’t have all day.” She grinned and left the booth.
 
And in the end of it all, he did end up buying the leather pants.
 
-^-
 
They all returned home by 8 pm and Izel had asked them to go change into some
shorts and loose shirts and so they did. When they came back down they saw Izel
wearing a sundress and no shoes outside along with a shirtless Damian and Alex
on the porch.
 
“You two ready.”, he and Tom nodded, “Good c’mon”, Alex lead them to the border
of the forest.
 
“What are we doing here?”, Tom asked
 
“Where we’re going is in this forest”, Alex said as he started to make his way
through the trees, and they followed. It seemed that the deeper they go the
faster they go and it only got faster and faster, to the point that they were
all simply running. He didn’t understand why he was running and he’s pretty
sure Tom didn’t know either, but as they ran he couldn’t help but feel… free.
The more the wind blew through his hair, the more he jumped and dodged branches
and trees it made him feel so alive, so free, so… wild. He didn’t even know if
he was following Alex anymore but he was to lost in the moment to care.
 
At some point he did stop to breath. It seemed he was at the right place since
he heard the others stop by him. He was about to ask why they ran, but
immediately closed it once he saw the scenery.
 
In front of him was a large waterfall with a large pond in the bottom, which
seemed to glow a faint light blue color that gave it a mystical affect, then
there was these little multi-colored lights floating around it that only seemed
to add to the affect.
 
“Woah”, he finally said. Beside him Tom seemed to have problems speaking if
that gobsmacked expression was anything to go by.
 
“Yeah”, Alex grinned, “Well what are you waiting for” He looked at him
confused, “C’mon jump in!”, and Alex jumped into the pool of water with Izel
and Damian not far behind.
 
He turned to Tom, “Well.”
 
Tom looked at the pond and then shrugged, “Why the hell not.”, and for the
first time that day, he saw a smile on his face as he took of his own shirt and
jumped into the water.
 
He stared at the scene in front of him. They were all splashing each other or
trying to jump on the others back. Slowly he took of his shirt and smiled. Yes
there might be many things he might not know, but he’ll worry about that
tomorrow. Today was his birthday and he’s going to make the most of it, because
hell he needed this. Then he too jumped into the pond.
Chapter End Notes
     I'm gonna do more magical races in this so if you have some in mind
     please leave them in the comments below.
     And they could be from anywhere, cause I want to make this involve
     more cultures from different countries into this sequel.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Notes
     I'm sorry if there are any spelling errors. But hey I'm 14 and I'm
     doing this in a phone. Not to mention idk how to get beta or whatever
     Other than that have fun reading.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Chapter 5
August 1st, 1995
 Harry's POV
 
I opened one eye and realized that he was in the same room that I was in
yesterday though this time alone. I took a peak at the window and saw that the
sun was barely rising. I woke up early much to my own surprise. I couldn't
remember even coming back up the house, Must have fallen asleep and one of the
guys carried me back. I casted a quick tempus . It was 6:35 am. Damn was I
early, but I didn’t want to go back to sleep. I felt restless, Extra energy
from last night most likely.
 
Since I couldn’t go to sleep I've decided to get dressed for the day. As I was
taking off my shirt though, I noticed markings appearing over my arms. It took
awhile but the marks soon cleared and spelled out names.
 
On my left arm was Alexander Justin Emrys-Le Fey, while on the right arm was
Tom Marvolo Riddle…
 
It took me awhile for me to comprehend the meaning, but then I remembered
Izel's words 2 weeks ago.
 
“We all have soul mates….after this inheritance it gives you a hint as to who
it is”
 
 Tom and Alex were my soul mates...
 
Someone I've just met and someone who's made my life hell...
 
“Well shit”
 
This did not look like the bloody hint. More like the damn answer...
 
-^-
 
I quickly made my way downstairs but was stopped at the sight of Izel sitting
on the counter writing on some book. She looked up at me and smiled. She must
have noticed my distressed state since her smile turned a bit more apologetic.
Izel placed her book down and hopped off the counter. She motioned for me to
follow.
 
“C’mon Harry, let’s go for a walk.”, she said softly.
 
I followed her outside as she made her way to the border of the forest like
yesterday, though this time we simply walked. It was nice to say the least. To
hear the creatures of the land, to feel the cool breeze against my skin, and
have the stream water cool my feet.
 
“Are you okay now”, Izel said after a moments silence.
 
I nodded and kept walking, I didn’t know where I was going but I was sure that
we’ve passed that stream for the fourth time. When I saw it the fifth time
around I stopped and saw what direction it flowed and followed it, I didn’t see
Izel’s smile as she followed. Soon that small stream merged with others, and
finally I found myself staring down at the very same pond we were in last
night. It didn’t look the same as it did that night, of course, but it still
illuminated in the rising sun’s gaze. I turn around to see if Izel was behind
me but then saw the stream I've been following suddenly stop flowing and the
path being shrouded in bushes, shrubs, roots and plants. I stare at it in
amazement for a few moments as I hear a humming noise coming from my side and
see Izel making her way down to the pond water, I soon follow her. Once we were
at the edge of the pool, she takes off her shoes and dips her feet in the
crystal like water, I find myself doing the same. We stayed there in a
comfortable silence, until Izel asked.
 
“So, do you mind telling me what gave you that scandalized look back at the
house.”
 
I didn’t say anything, simply pulled up my sleeve to show the markings.
 
Izel stared at my arms and I hear a sigh as she lays on her back. After a few
tense moments of observing her I asked, “What do I do?”
 
Izel looked up at me, her gaze calm comprehensive, “What do you want to do?”
 
“I….don’t know.”, and it’s true, I didn’t know what to do, I've never been in
this type of situation.
 
Izel hummed some more, “ Well what do you think of Alex.”
 
He again doesn’t know how to answer, “He’s nice, but he seems a bit secretive…”
 
“Mmhmm, and Tom.”, she continued.
 
“Murderi-”, but was cut off by hand on my mouth.
 
“And that’s where I stop you.”, she straightened up a bit, “How much do you
know about Tom,”, I open my mouth, “other than the things you’ve gone through
in your life, that was Voldemort not Tom. They are two different kind of
people.”
 
“Oh really how so”, I sarcastically, sure I've seen the way Tom has acted
yesterday, but for all I knew, it was probably a one time thing.
 
Izel seemed to ignore my tone, “Voldemort is a cruel, sadistic bastard, he’s
not human anymore he’s simply a monster. But Tom… Tom had great ambitions and
even greater plans for our world and believe it or not none of those plans
involved extermination of no-majs and muggleborns.”, now that I really didn’t
know what to say to, since this is the first I've heard of this. “Have nothing
to say”, my silence followed her question, “Exactly, so don’t go spouting out
things when you have no information on it.”
 
“So you’re saying I should give them a chance”
 
“I’m saying that if you want to learn about Tom’s original plans or Alex’s many
secrets then you should get to know them first. So… yes I’m telling you to at
least give them a chance.”, she said in a matter-of-fact tone that reminded him
a bit of Hermione honestly.
 
We stayed in tentative silence for a moment until I asked, “Why are you so
accepting of him when you know what he did”,
 
Out of all of them, Izel seemed to be the one to not mind Tom's presence. Well,
that's not exactly true. They all got along with Tom, and the glares he does
receive, were more of a reprimand than any actual anger in their eyes.
 
She didn’t say anything at first but then she let out a shuttering breath,
“Because…”, her diamond eyes had a far away look to them, “… we’ve all gone
through the same things, if not worse…”, more silence.
 
I immediately knew I was stepping in forbidden territory but before I could
tell her to stop Izel said, “I am not willing to talk about my past at the
moment. Later on maybe but not right now.”
 
I nodded in understanding, I then looked at my surroundings and realized I
really didn’t know where we were, “Umm Izel… where exactly are we?”
 
Izel hummed, “We’re in Brasil”
 
I looked at her oddly, I think she's got it wrong, “You mean ‘Brazil’”
 
“No I mean Brasil.”
 
I kept staring, “Okay then. Where is this ‘Brasil’.”
 
“It’s not far from Ireland. And before you ask, no you will not find in any
maps… modern ones at least.”
 
“Why?”
 
“Because the wards around this place are very strong and very ancient. Trust me
when I say not even the best curse breaker could bring them down. So anything
that’s in stays in, and anything that’s out stays out.”
 
“And how come we’re in?”
 
She smiled, “That’s the tricky thing about this island, the magic that
surrounds it, is like it has a mind of its own. It chooses who it wants to see
it and who wants to enter it. Hell, it even senses what your emotions and gives
you what you need. This being a prime example of it.”
 
I nodded, “What do other people see when they look over here.”
 
“Nothing really”, she answered, “I mean maybe at some point this place was
always covered in thick fog, but eventually no-majs grew smarter and more
observant with their inventions. So in order for them not to find this place,
the island made itself invisible.”
 
I starts playing with the water, watching as it ripped at every movement, “What
is this place called?”
 
She peaked her eye open at what I was looking at, “The Fountain of Youth of
course.”, she said nonchalantly.
 
I stopped what I was doing, it took awhile for her words to sink in, and once
they did my eyes widened dramatically. I snapped my attention to Izel when I
hear her chuckle, and sees her pointing at the small cliff we came from. I saw
the words, ‘Saliens de Prima Aeta’, engraved in the stone…
 
Fountain of Youth…
 
“How-“
 
“-Are we not turning as young as a baby.”, she shrugged, “As you could see. The
waters magic doesn’t have much of an affect on us. It could heal us yes but not
turn us young, kind of like phoenix tears.”
 
“I thought this was supposed to be in America.”, still staring in astonishment.
 
“It was… once, but no-majs and wizards started getting greedy and so Lady Magic
changed its location." She paused, “You’ll see that many magical artifacts and
monuments will be scattered around this island.”, She closed her eyes, "Though
a little heads up. Don't ever go up the mountain alone."
 
I nodded and let out a deep breath, “…next thing you’ll tell me is that this is
the Enchanted Forest…”, Izel raised an elegant eyebrow and smirked.
 
I gapped at her, my eyes going even wider, “Seriously!?!”
 
She finally laughed, and soon I did as well. Once we settled down the went back
into comforting silence.
 
After awhile Izel said, “Do you think we should go back about now.”
 
I looked at the way the sun shadowed overhead, I’d say it was probably around 8
or 9 am, “Nah, let’s stay here a bit longer.”
 
She nodded and smiled, “Okay”
 
-^-
 
We did eventually go back into the house, about two hours later. When they
arrived on the porch they took a whiff of the air, and grimaced. Seems like the
boys got hungry and started cooking.
 
When they entered the kitchen, it looked like a tornado has passed through it,
and in the middle of this mess was Alex, Tom, and Damian covered in flour and
batter. Okay so I expected this from Damian, the boy was chaos after all, and
Alex, well he’s magic it bound to be mischievous at times, but Tom now that was
something I did not expect. He probably got caught in this at the wrong time.
 
They all stared at one another until they all said, “He did it!”, pointing at
one another.
 
“Me!? You were the one tha-“
 
“I never said for you to-“
 
“Now that’s a damn lie-“
 
“Well everything went a-wall when Mr.Perfect over her-“
 
“What!?! Don’t bring me into this-“
 
Their voices got louder, each trying out yell the other.
 
I raised an eyebrow, “Why is it that even though they are older, they act like
children.”, ignoring the indignant ‘hey!’ from the boys.
 
Izel looked thoughtful, “You know Harry, I’ve been wondering that for the past
three and a half centuries.”
 
The three boys finally went silent after awhile, “Are you all done acting like
toddlers?”, they nodded, “Good now, clean up this mess.”, and I left the room
with Izel not far behind.
 
Once they entered the living room Izel whistled lowly, “Nice way in handling
that Harry.”
 
I grinned, “Hey, you learned a thing or two when you live with people who are
always trying to out yell each other.”, she chuckled, “Of course I did learn
most of it from Professor McGonagall.”
 
Izel laughed, “Ahh yes, she is a stern woman isn’t she…”, she sighed, “I wonder
how she even got into Gryffindor. She’s way too level headed.”
 
“Hmmm who knows. Maybe she did the same thing I did and talked the hat into
it.”, he shrugged.
 
“Maybe.. and what house would you be in if you hadn’t .”
 
“Slytherin”
 
“Mm… didn’t like the house?”
 
“More like the house didn’t like me.”, I sighed, “I’m pretty sure I saw some of
the older years glaring at me the moment they called out my name.”, I paused
for a second, trying to recall some memories, “That and I didn’t really want to
see Malfoy on a day-to-day basis. Other than that the house doesn’t really
bother me.”
 
“Ahh yes you and the Malfoy heir’s famous rivalry.”
 
“How in the bloody hell do you know these things?”, he said exasperated.
 
“Profiling and of course some rumors.”
 
“Don’t you need-“
 
“Computers”, she cut in, Why does everyone do that to me!, “for no-maj
profiling yes. But for magical profiling all you need is an enchanted mirror”,
she pointed at the gem crusted mirror on top of the fireplace, “and strong
magic, concentration, and focus to connect with far distanced magic.”
 
I looked at the mirror apprasingly, “How does that work?”
 
“Well when you insert some of your magic into the mirror and say ‘Conecto ut
British Ministry’ and boom your in. And since most of all the documents are
either made from magic or signed by magic, they are all at our disposal.”
 
“Isn’t this illegal…”, I said hesitantly.
 
“Yes, yes it is. Because technically we are ‘hacking’ the Ministry.” Izel
paused, “but hey if the haven’t noticed we’re okay.”, she gave him a innocent
smile.
 
I snorted,Yeah right, “What else can this thing do.”
 
Izel hummed, “Well it could tell time I think.”, she tapped it once and it
rippled like the one in Death’s chamber and showed 11:30, “I think it also
shows you the location of others and your self.”, it rippled again and showed
an two islands with five dots on one of them.
 
“Wicked”, I stared at the mirror in amazement, “Where did you all get this idea
anyway?”, I  turned to her.
 
Before Izel could answer, someone spoke, “We actually got it from a muggleborn
we met a few years back.”, Alex stood there with a very intrigued Tom and a
nodding Damian behind him.
 
“Yeah the kid's got a good brain when it came to technology.”, Damian had a
thoughtful look, “She’s actually the one that showed us how to hack. That was
fun.”, he grinned, “I’m the only one able to infiltrate the more complicated
systems.”
 
“She had the idea of doing the same thing with the Ministry.”, Alex grinned,
“But then again that was only a fantasy to her. She never would have thought
that we would actually do it.”
 
“How did you create this?”, Tom asked still a bit astonished by the mirror.
 
Izel raised her hand, “I created the mirror.”, she pointed at the reflecting
glass, “The glass is made from golden sand… or fairy dust if you want to be
specific.”, she pointed at the gold lining the glass, “The gold was melted by
the flame of an ancient Cobalt dragon and a Phoenix.”, he fingers landed on the
gems, “These gems are called Potentia gems, they help concentrate your power,
kinda like a wand would.”
 
“I’ve never heard of them.”, Tom stated.
 
“You wouldn’t.”, Izel smirked, “It’s the Goblins secret, that’s how they are
capable of doing wandless magic.”
 
I nodded along with the information, Explains the rings atleast, “Why does it
matter on how the metal was melted?”
 
“Because”, she stated, “The flames have magical properties that the dragon
possesses. So when the melted metal was turned into an object, said object now
has those characteristics. Like the Cobalt dragon is strong, sturdy, and is
immune to most lethal spells or curses, the Phoenix is powerful and everlasting
and the mirror now has all of these abilities.”
 
Tom looked like Christmas came early with that spark in his eyes as he studied
the mirror. I myself was mesmerized by the information, wondering why Hogwarts
hasn't informed anyone of these kind of subjects.
 
I looked at Alex and Damian, “What else did you do to make it.”
 
Alex’s smiled brightly, “I created the runes and embedded them in the glass,
look.”, he waved his hand and five markings flared gold in the center of the
mirror, “The runes I used are location, time, space, and two of my personal
ones knowledge and spirit.”
 
“What do they do… knowledge and spirit I mean.”, he asked.
 
“Knowledge helps store and find information, like a hard drive if you know what
that is, it could also decipher any text you could not understand like books,
runes, documents, ect.”, his face scrunched up in concentration, “Now the
spirit one is a bit harder to explain... it’s like a portal of sorts, you think
of a location and the mirror will take you there, but you won’t really be there
only your spirit will and nobody will be able to see or hear you, unless they
are ghost or magical paintings since they are already dead or those who have
the ‘Sight’.”, he looked at me and Tom, “Do y'all understand what I’m saying.”
 
We both nodded as I looked at Damian, “And you?”
 
“I created the ritual to activate this thing and for it to defend itself.”
 
“How is it able to defend itself?”, asked Tom.
 
Damian shrugged, “It’s quite simple really. If there was an unknown person that
was trying to use it or steal it it will automatically shock them, if they were
to try it again the shock will intensify, the third time it will burn you, the
fourth time it will reveal your worst memories and replay them until you stop,
after the fifth time though it will only suck you in and spit you out
elsewhere.”, he finished.
 
“Bloody hell…”, I muttered, “..isn’t that a bit too extreme.”
 
Damian shrugged again, “It’s a very powerful object Harry, if it were to be
given to the wrong hands trust me it won’t be nice. You must always be
cautious.”
 
I nodded and kept staring at the mirror.
 
“Speaking of which, I think now’s is the time to enter your magical signature
into the mirror.”, Damian motioned for one of them place the hands on the
mirror.
 
Tom was the first to go and once placed his hands on the mirror Alex said, “Now
build up your magic and release it into the mirror.”, and Tom did exactly that.
As he concentrated a dark blue silvery mist appeared on his shoulders, slowly
moving into his palm. Not long after a mark was glowing at the nape of his neck
that looked a bit like a clock, that very same marking was at the center of the
mirror and the gems glowed a blue color. As soon as it appeared it disappeared
as did the one on Tom’s neck.
 
He stepped aside as Izel said, “Now it’s your turn Harry.”
 
I stepped in front of the mirror and placed my hand where Tom’s were and closed
my eyes.
 
It felt different to actually feel my magic flow through my veins. It was a
nice feeling, it felt like soft silk running over my hands and landing on my
palm creating a soothing warmth on over his body. After a while I let the
warmth go and a cool breeze pass me. As I slowly opened my eyes, I saw the
green glow in the gems fade and stepped back.
 
“Well now that that’s done I think tha-“, Alex was cut off by a rumbling noise.
 
They all turned to me and I looked at his stomach. It seems that we still
hadn't eaten and it’s 1:30 in the afternoon. A small pink tint blossomed in my
cheeks, and it only got redder when the room filled with laughter.
 
“I think..”, Izel wiped a tear from her eye, “That we should first eat before
we do anything today.”, she made her way in to the kitchen with him following
her, “Oh and boys,”, she turned to look at them, “Next time you’re hungry, send
a patronus to me and Harry’s way. But please for the love of magic, don’t try
to cook again.”, that comment made all three boys in the room blush and laugh
again.
 
As Izel passed me I distinctly heard her mutter, "Honestly, after all this time
you'd think they'd get the hint.", I chuckled at the comment and followed her
into the kitchen.
 
-^-
 
Breakfast, or lunch really, was nice. Alex and Damian were scoring on each
other, whatever the hell that means, I never really understood American slang.
But yeah, they were basically insulting each other with Tom in the middle
looking like he was trying to stifle a laugh. Izel, who was right beside him,
did not look amused. Though I found this whole thing hilarious and didn’t
bother hiding a snicker or two.
 
At some point the insults went more to the sexual side and before Damian could
retaliate to Alex’s latest retort, Izel cut in, “Damian honey…”, her voice low
and chilling, “…say anything about our...personal affairs and you’ll be
sleeping in the couch for the next decade.”, he promptly shut his mouth at
once. Tom and I didn’t bother hiding their laughter as Alex declared himself
the winner of who knows what and Damian muttering about ‘being set up’.
 
It was 5:30 now and they were still in the kitchen talking, or in Damian’s case
sulking. I was quite surprised at how open this Tom was, he was nothing like
the one in the diary Tom I've met in 2nd year. We were having a conversation at
this very moment, and about quidditch no less!
 
All conversation was cut short when a white blur flew through the window and
landed on his shoulder.
 
Hedwig. How in the bloody hell did she get here!
 
“Um Harry…”, Izel said warily, “ is she yours?”
 
Not hearing the tone of her voice, I answered, “Yeah… this is Hedwig.”, I saw
three letters attached to her leg, and took them. “I got letters…”, I paused
while reading the names, “From Ron, Hermione and Dumbledore.”, the room went
deathly silent.
 
The silence was interrupted by a cough coming from Alex, “If you want we cou-”
 
“No!”, I blurted out, a small blush making it's way into my cheeks, “No, it’s
alright I’ll just read them later.”, I put the envelopes aside and turned to
Hedwig, “I think you should get some rest girl. Here”, I gave her some leftover
bacon. She let out a loud trill and nipped my finger as she gladly took the
piece of meat.
 
And the conversation continued as it once did. Though no one noticed Izel’s and
Hedwig’s stare down….
 
-^-
 Izel’s POV 
 
It midnight when I decided I should have a little talk with the ‘owl’. I made
sure that all the boys were asleep when I slipped out of bed, making sure not
to wake Damian. I slowly made my way to the kitchen and saw the bird perched on
a seat. I quickly placed a silencing ward around the room and finally landed my
gaze on the ‘animal’.
 
They stayed quiet for a very long moment, until i raised my palm.
 
“Detego”
 
That’s all it took for the ‘owl’ to start shifting and soon no bird stands in
front of her but a woman. A fairly tall young woman, probably around her late
teens, most likely around seventeen or eighteen, she had pale white skin with
light chestnut brown hair, she wore Vikings style armor with a sword at her aid
and a shield at her back. Though what really caught my attention were the
black-specked white wings she had, being the only indication that she was the
owl.
 
“I thought all the Valkyrie were hunted down to extinction.”
 
“Well you thought wrong.”, the young lady said flatly.
 
“Why were you hiding in bird form.”, I demanded, my eyes narrowing at her tone,
“Are there more hiding.”
 
“We aren’t hiding.”, the girl snapped, “We’re waiting”
 
My eyes narrowed further, “And what is it that you’re waiting for exactly.”
 
The girl stared at me for a long moment, before she said, “Long ago, before we
decided to go in our bird form, a seer spoke a prophecy that foretold a great
evil coming to this world. This evil is after you all, especially Magic’s
Guardian.”
 
“Why”
 
“That we do not know.”, the mysterious girl stated, “All we know is that it’s
targeting him especially.”
 
“I see…”, I let out a shuddering breath, “May I hear this prophecy.”
 
The young valkyrie looked troubled at the demand but reluctantly started.
 
“When the Moon covers the Sun and the planets align
Shall a new Era begin to arise
But beware for a blackness will begin to brew
And with it devastation shall too
For it will bring the Greatest to their knees
As their Past will do what they please
This will bring the unity of the races or it will be their downfall
For there is nothing that this Blackness can’t enthrall
And it shall end like this…
Hatred to Death
War to Chaos
Greed to Time
Famine to Life
Blackness to Magic
For Fate has decided that their greatest enemy is themselves
A new Era shall arise when the planets align…”
 
The valkyrie stared at me as I was trying hard not to have a mental breakdown.
 
Famine to Life…
 
…Blackness to Magic…
 
…Greed to Time…
 
No no no no no…
 
“-a’m! Ma’m! Izel!”, the girl shouted, snapping me out of my daze.
 
I stopped, realizing that I was pulling at my hair and had tears flowing down
my cheek.
 
I quickly wiped away the tears and sniffed, “Is that why many magical races
have gone into hiding.”
 
The girl nodded, “It is a reason yes.”
 
“How many will this affect.”
 
“Everyone.”, the girl looked at me and she said, “What do you wish for me to do
m’lady.”
 
I flinched at the title that I've tried to run away from for centuries. It
didn’t go unnoticed as the girl gave me a sympathetic look.
 
“I am sorry madam.”
 
“It is alright,”, I said, my voice wavering at the end.
 
We remained quiet for what felt like an hour. Neither said a thing. For there
was nothing either could say. But she then remembered something.
 
M’lady…
 
Harry…
 
“Do you think Harry will be a good leader.”
 
The winged teenager stared at me, “I think…”, she paused, “…that Harry will be
a great leader to Death’s Creatures.”
 
I smiled and nodded, “How many.”
 
“I found the Vampires making their way here, with a couple of Banshees and
Inferi with them, the Dementors were also heading the same direction along with
a couple of other creatures I could not identify.”
 
She nodded again, “How long.”
 
“I’d say five to six days at most.”
 
I hummed and realized that I didn’t know the girls name, “What is your name?”
 
The girl blinked, “It actually is Hedwig madam.”
 
I let out a huffed laugh, “Of course Harry would actually give you your given
name.”
 
Hedwig smiled, “What do you wish me to do madam.”, she asked again.
 
She sighed, “For now… just stay in your bird form”, she hesitated, “And protect
Harry whenever I’m not around to do so.”
 
Hedwig nodded, “As you wish madam.”, and she turned back into her snowy owl
form and perched herself in the same chair she was in before.
 
I walked slowly to my bedroom thinking about the nights revelations. I was so
lost in thought that she never noticed the pair of sapphire blue eyes following
my every move…
 
Chapter End Notes
     Detego- to reveal or uncover.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Notes
     Remember to leave a comment for you think it needs work or I should
     just leave as is.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Chapter 6
August 2nd, 1995
 Tom's POV 
 
I have always thought myself to be a very observant man. I know when I'm being
lied to and when someone is keeping a secret. Hell, I've even notices my own
sudden change in behavior. Quite honestly I didn’t know whether to be disgusted
by my actions or relieved that I didn't have to deal with the mask anymore.
 
Other than that, I have also noticed the way Izel’s been glaring at the bird
and the way the bird seemed glared back. I noticed when a small creaking noise
coming from her bedroom door. I noticed when she placed a silencing ward around
the kitchen. I of course knew she might do that and placed a monitoring charm
before hand.
 
I didn’t understand the prophecy. Yes, I know that it had to do with our Past
but I didn’t understand why Izel was so panicked about it. As far as I know,
I'm the only one with a bloody history. Makes me wonder… what exactly happened
in Izel’s past to scare her this much.
 
In fact, I wondered why the others past were for them to be Famine, War, and
Blackness. The words probably represented their faults, I thought.
 
But I did not understand Potter’s past. Hatred. That represents everything the
boy isn't. I've know that Pot-Harry was abused, the signs were showing clear.
The way he flinched anytime someone gets near, the way his eyes show panic when
he thinks he’s said the wrong thing. But yet the boy always shows kindness, he
never screamed at me for the things I've done to him or for killing his
parents, even though I deserved it, honestly. No, instead I saw, not
forgiveness, but chance in his emerald-like eyes. Harry Potter was giving me
another chance. So no, Hatred would not be something the boy is capable of,
annoyance and aggravation maybe, but not hate.
 
Of course I also knew that both Alex and I were his soul mates. My mark
explained as much. It’s probably another reason me and Pot-Harry haven’t had
much hostility on each other. I really have to get used of calling Potter
‘Harry’ now since we will be acquainted with each other for a long time…and
maybe more so in the future…
 
Hmm…
 
Nope. Stop right there. Not the time for those thoughts.
 
Anyway. Back to the matter at hand. Izel and her fear of the past. And what
exactly did the… valkyrie was it? You know what whatever. What was it she meant
when she said Pot-Harry dammit! Was going to be ‘a great leader to Death’s
Creatures’.
 
I was so confused!
 
But no longer. Tonight was like the last, and Izel once again slipped into the
kitchen to speak with Hedwig. Though this time, I will not listen. This time I
will get answers.
 
-^-
 Izel’s POV
 
Today was like yesterday, me and Harry once again went for a walk in the woods
in the morning. I've been trying to console him into at least telling Tom and
Alex that they were his soul mates, but he would always try to change the
subject. After the second hour of trying I gave up and went into much lighter
subjects. The boys went off on one of their little adventures in the island,
dragging a very reluctant Tom with them. In which, leaving her alone in the
house for most of the day. Hedwig was flying around the island probably
searching for any threats coming their way.
 
And now it was once again was midnight, and I, once again, walked into the
kitchen. I saw Hedwig in her warrior form staring at the other side of the
table, weapon drawn. I turned to see what she was looking at and froze. Right
there sitting in a chair, arms crossed was Tom.
 
“Tom… what are you doing up so late.”, my voice was calm, determined not to
show just how much I'm internally panicking.
 
Tom raised an eyebrow, “I could ask you the same thing, Izel.”
 
I smiled, “Me? Oh I’m just here to talk with a friend.”, landing my gaze on
Hedwig, who still has yet to put down her sword.
 
“Ahh yes. Your friend…”, he stared at Hedwig's weapon warily, “…seems lovely.”
 
“Yes you’ve met her actually. Hedwig…”, I turned to her, “put the sword away.”,
the girl seemed reluctant at first, but after a pointed glare from me,
eventually she put away the weapon.
 
We all sat in silence, Tom was staring at me and I was staring back. Hedwig
stayed in the background, decided to simply watch as the scene unfolds.
 
Tom spoke up, “What are you afraid of.”
 
My eyebrows furrowed, “I beg your pardon.”
 
“Don’t be daft with me.”, Tom snapped, “Why are you afraid of the prophecy.”
 
I froze the moment the word flew out of his mouth and I narrowed my eyes.
 
“You were listening to our conversation.”
 
“And if I was.”, he shot back, “Now answer the question. What are you afraid
of.”
 
I glared at Tom long and hard until she let out a resigned sigh and sat down on
my chair across from him, “You were a Dark Lord were you not.”, he nodded
slowly, “Am I right to assume that you have done your research on other Dark
Lords and Ladies through history.”
 
“Yes. What about it?.”, he said, not understanding where this conversation was
going.
 
“Good, now tell me ,Tom.”, I started, ignoring his question for the time being,
“Who was the worst Dark Lord that Asia has ever faced.”
 
Tom had a confused look but answered anyway, “Dark Lord Zhànzhēng.”
 
“Why”
 
“For being able to start the bloodiest battles with mind manipulation, to both
muggle and wizard alike. He is also the one who created the Imperius Curse.”
 
She nodded, “Who was the first and worst Dark Lady in the Americas.”
 
“Dark Lady Hambruna.”
 
“Why”
 
“For being able to make any crops the muggle settlers grew poisonous and
setting the animals on them when they are at their weakest. And the creator of
the Cruciatus Curse.”, Tom paused, “How is this relevant?”
 
“Just bare with me okay.”, I waited until Tom nodded to continue, “Now tell me
who was the worst Dark Lord in all of the world’s history, that they had to
make a new category just for him.”
 
“Black King Castrametati.”
 
“Why.”
 
“For creating and releasing the worst black curse known to affect both the
Wizarding and Muggle worlds.”, he stopped, trying to remember old information,
“He made the curse act like a disease, slowly killing them. For muggles, it
sucked out all their energy leading to death. While for wizards, it first took
out the magical core before following the same process. Eventually we found a
way to dampen it’s affects. Now it is more commonly known to us as Dragon Pox,
and to muggles The Flu. To the muggles this event is known as The Black Plague
due to the way the curse turned their skin black. Aside from that, he also
created the Killing Curse.”
 
I nodded, “Now tell me what all of their names mean in English.”
 
It seemed to have finally click for Tom, “War…Famine…and Pitch…”
 
I nodded, watching Tom as his expression soon turned into understanding.
 
“So… they’re your past enemies?”
 
I shook my head.
 
He cocked his head to the side in question, "Then who are they?"
 
"Our past"
 
Silence. Thick and heavy silence washed over the room as she said those words.
Tom looked conflicted for he didn’t know what to say.
 
“Why?”, Tom said softly.
 
“Like I told Harry, I am not ready to say. And I’m quite sure that Alex and
Damian aren’t ready either.”
 
He nodded, “We have to tell them.”
 
“No.”
 
Tom have me and incredulous 'or was it angry?' look, “What do you mean ‘no’.”
 
“We aren’t going to tell them… not now anyways.”
 
“They deserve the truth Izel.”
 
“I don’t think they’ll be able to handle this one.”
 
“We should tell them the truth, especially Pot-Harry, Salazar knows how many
times lies have been thrown his way.”
 
“Well what do expect me to say!”, I screamed, “Oh hey there’s a prophecy saying
that our past is going to bite us in the ass.”, sarcasm laced in my voice, “No,
they will start panicking, and their nightmares will plague them again.”, tears
started to flow down my face, “Do you know how many times I’ve woken up to
screams and cries I’ve had woken up to in all my time with them. Hell even I
have those nights when I simply can’t stand the sight of myself, for what I’ve
done.”, I looked at Tom, “And I know damn well, when you touched Harry, you saw
his past and thought ‘Wow, I’m a monster’”
 
I knew I was right. The moment Tom and Harry touched, I knew Tom had
accidentally seen his past. He saw the torture Harry has suffered with his
relatives, and the problems Tom himself had put the boy in. I saw the regret,
and guilt flash in his eyes, even if it was just a small moment, I saw it. And
though I was happy to see Tom being more careful with Harry, I could still see
the hurt in his eyes.
 
“Then there’s the fact that we still have to tell Harry that Voldemort isn’t
dead.”, I finished, turning away from him to wipe off any tears.
 
“Sixteen.”, Tom said suddenly.
 
“What.”
 
“We tell all of them when Harry turns sixteen.”, he clarified, “That way we all
get a year for him to get use to us and enough time for us to find out as much
as we can from this prophecy.”
 
I nodded, “Sixteen.”
 
“Sixteen.”
 
The room once again fell into silence, though this one wasn’t as tense as the
last. At some point Hedwig turned back into her bird form and perched herself
on Harry’s usual chair.
 
Then a thought came to mind, “Speaking of Harry…”, I started, “How exactly are
you and Alex going to make him commit.”, a small smirk playing at my lips.
 
Tom groaned and placed his face in his hands, “We don’t know”, he scowled,
“each time me or Alex try to get near the subject, he always shy’s away, or
changes the subject, or gets us distracted.”
 
I chuckled, “Yeah, I’ve been trying to make him tell yall, but he won’t
listen.”
 
Tom sighed, “I guess we’ll just have to make our hints more noticeable.”
 
“Yeah, you do that.”, I yawned and looked and looked at the time. “Welp I think
I’ll go hit the hay.”, I looked at him, “You joinin.”
 
He looked out the window, “Nah I think I’ll stay here a while longer.”
 
I nodded, “Your American accent is getting better by the way.”, and made my way
to the door before I remembered something, “Oh two last things Tom.”, he turned
to me, “Firstly, next time you and Alex decide to have a makeout session, make
sure to put silencing charms on the room, I did not need those sounds edged
into my brain.”, at this point the boys got as red as a tomato, “Secondly, I
thought I should tell you that you have a hickey on the side of your neck. Okay
goodnight.”, and I left the room feeling satisfied at leaving a very much
blushing and embarrassed Tom at her wake. Serves him right for snooping in my
conversation.
 
-^-
 Tom's POV
 
I looked at a reflective surface and saw that I did indeed have a hickey on my
neck. “Dammit Alex”, I muttered in annoyance.
 
I soon composed myself and found that the owl was my only company at the
moment.
 
“So…”, I grinned, “How does it feel to have wings.”, a trill-like chuckle was
my answer.
 
~•~
August 5th, 1994
 Izel's POV
Three days have passed since Tom’s confrontation. And they were the most
frustrating days in my entire existence. Never had I thought that there was
anyone more thick than Alex, but apparently Harry succeeded. Tom and Alex
couldn’t have made their approaches anymore noticeable, they were now full on
flirting and that would only make Harry want to shy away more. Now I'm not an
idiot, I knows this is probably has to do with the insecurities the boy has
developed over the years. Of course everyone thought the same thing, we are
just waiting for him to come to them, but at this rate he won’t say anything
until he’s on his 3rd cycle. I know that Harry notices the boys attempts but he
won’t let them get in a word.
 
Oh but today the was the boys 20th attempt to get Harry to acknowledge the
mark, and again was a fail. I have had enough, I all but screamed at the boys
to stay in a room I've warded against glamours, they of course complied, not
really wanting for me to be more vicious. Next thing I did was look for Harry,
who was actually reading a book on occlumency I had given him to study on. He
looked up but before he could say hello, I grabbed him by the ear and pulled
him to the warded room’s direction.
 
“Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. OW!!”, I let go, “Izel what the-“, he was cut off by me
ripping the long sleeves of his shirt showing his bare arms. “Wha-“, cut off
again with me pushing him into the warded room and locking it once I closed the
door on him. Now all I had to do is wait.
 
“You went with plan B?”, the voice of my husband sounded from the end of the
hallway. Damian smirk turned into a shit eating grin when he saw me nod.
 
“It was necessary.”, I said, trying hard not grin myself. Yup things might get
interesting.
 
-^-
 Harry’s POV 
 
“Ugh.”, I said as I fell on my bum. I froze at the two people sitting on the
bed near him. Tom and Alex were sitting on my bed, both looking expectantly at
me. “Sorry if I inter-“
 
“Harry”, Alex said softly pointing to my forearm. I looked and saw his arm
didn’t have his glamour on, his mark out in the open… Shit.
 
“Umm I think I’ll go-“
 
“Harry”
 
“-I have a… a…. A book! Yeah a book-“
 
“Harry”
 
“-its about occlumency, and Izel wanted me to study it so..-“
 
“Harry”
 
“-anyway I’ll just g-“
 
“Harry!!”
 
I winced at the volume of their voices and found both my wrist taken by either
Tom or Alex. Both pulling me in between them.
 
“Why do you ignore it.”, Tom asked.
 
“Why are you so adamant about it.”, I said nonchalantly.
 
“Because we know that it would have happened eventually.”, Alex answered, “Now
why do you ignore it.”
 
“I wasn’t .”
 
Tom snorted, “We all know that’s a lie.”
 
I glared at Tom, “Oh. How so Tom.”
 
He didn’t seem phased by my glare, “If you weren’t, you wouldn’t be struggling
out of our grips.”, at this I stopped.
 
“We are willingly trying here Harry.”, Alex muttered, “You’re the only one who
wants to ignore this.”, I dropped my sight to the floor at the tone in his
voice, “Why? What are you afraid of Harry.”
 
I tried to say nothing, but there was a pull telling my body to speak, but it
wasn’t like I was trying anyway. “What isn’t there to be afraid of…”, I said
softly, “I’m afraid of messing this up. I’m afraid that you’ll leave me. I’m
afraid that I’ll lose you two. I’m afraid that you’re only using me. I’m afraid
that you’ll get bored of me. I’m afraid I’m not good enough. Because my uncle
was right…”, I choked, my eyes starting to haze over from a flashback, “I’m
nothing more than a worthless cursed frea-“
 
I was cut off by firm lips on his. It wasn’t much, there wasn’t any movement,
it was simply a chaste kiss. It was sweet and innocent, and I loved every
second of it. I couldn’t see who the one kissing me was but I was sure it was
Alex, for he always smelled like the forest pine, and for some reason a bit of
maple. The lips soon departed only to be replaced by another’s. It was like the
last, only much more possessive, and I loved it as much as the last. I knew it
was Tom, he always wore a cologne that gave him a dark musk.
 
But like the other they soon departed, leaving me in a bit of a haze, giving
them a chance to speak.
 
“We’ll never do that Harry.”, Tom murmured, lettings hands comb through my
hair.
 
“We’ll always be at your side when you need us.”, Alex said softly in my ear,
making him shudder, “You just have to give us a chance to show you that.”
 
Tom nodded, “We won’t go too fast, we’ll go at your own pace, and we won’t do
anything big unless your okay with it.”
 
“I thought you’d be angry.”, my quiet voice said.
 
“Oh trust me we’re furious, but not at you.”, he reassured, “I probably would
have let Alex have a go at the Dursleys, but I thought you wouldn’t have liked
that.”, making said boy grow a small pink tint in his cheek as he chuckled.
 
“Yeah I was quite lethal at the time wasn’t I.”, he said, still sniggering at
the memory.
 
“Y-You what?”, still not understanding what they were talking about.
 
“Harry one of the things that Tom is able to do is look at other people’s
timeliness. Though he did do it to you, it was actually an accident, now he is
in more control with it.”
 
I paled at the revelation, and turned my gaze to Tom, who put his hands in the
air defensively, “I didn’t say much only the things they’ve said to you.”, at
that I relaxed a little.
 
“So Harry…”, Alex said hopefully, Tom’s eyes showing the same feeling as he
looked intently at me.
 
I didn’t say anything, I still heard those doubts in my mind, but my head was
kinda pushing them to the depth of my mind. That made my decision easier.
 
“Okay.”, I huffed a laugh, “Okay I’ll go with it.”
 
The moment he the words came out a shout from the doorway, who was unmistakably
Izel’s, said, “About damn time!”
 
We couldn’t help it, we laughed, and we were pretty sure the other house
recipients were too.
 
~•~
August 7th, 1995
 
We were lounging in the living room doing this and that. Izel was sitting on
the floor, legs crossed braiding her hair. Damian and Alex were also on the
floor playing chess, which Damian had won, much to my amusement and Alex’s
dismay. Tom was sitting on the couch, reading a book while he combed his finger
through my hair, while I simply laid on his head on his lap watching the
others.
 
Alex was once again beaten by Damian, finally giving up he turned to me, “Hey
Harry. Where’s Hedwig?”
 
I looked at him, “Oh, I sent her with my letter two days ago. Why?”
 
“Just wondering.”, he paused, “What did the letters say anyway?”
 
“I don’t know what Ron’s or Dumbledore’s said since I might have burned them.”,
he heard a snort from Damian, “Mione’s though said something about her being
worried, and wanting to know where I was, if I’m safe, do I need help, and
all.”, my face twisted into confusion as I stared at my hands now, “Hey I’ve
just realized… where is my wand?”
 
Izel chuckled, “You’ve been doing wandless magic for nearly a week and your now
realizing that you didn’t have your wand.”, there were snickers from the others
boys, though Tom only rolled his eyes and continued reading.
 
I scowled playfully at her, “Hey I’m a slow person, leave me alone.” Giving
them that childlike pout and sticking out my tongue, making everyone in the
room laugh.
 
“No but seriously where’s my wand.”
 
Before anyone could answer, there was a loud alarm going off in the house,
making them all jump and Alex throw a wave of magic toward the mirror. The
mirror rippled as it started to show the exterior of the island. There were
those dots that indicated where they were, but as the seconds pass by one dot
appeared, then two, then ten, twenty, sixty, eighty, all coming from each
direction, all heading towards their location. Once they went inland they
stopped, they didn’t disappear, they just stopped in front of the house. I
realizes that I'm the only one in the living room as the others left to the
front door.
 
I move away from the mirror heading towards the others direction and could not
believe what I saw. Right there in front of me, were hundreds of creatures all
simply waiting for something. Once one of them caught sight of me, it bowed
with the others following suit, I heard a chorus of, “Master.”, from all of
them, and I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t know what to do. I looked at the
others for help but neither knew what to do, only Izel seemed the calmest as
she walked up next to me and said.
 
“I shall bring your master back momentarily.”, she took my arm, “For now do as
you will.”, and proceeded to drag me into the kitchen.
 
Once the room was warded I exclaimed, “What the hell is going on!”
 
Izel winced, “Yup. Knew I was forgetting something.”
 
“You knew! Why didn’t you tell me!”
 
“Well... I forgot.” she said sheepishly.
 
“Of course.”, I let out a dry laugh, “Why are they even here?”
 
“They are here because…”, she hesitated, “Remember when you saw the title
‘Master of Death’, in your parchment.”
 
He nodded.
 
“Yeah, well since it’s states that your Death’s master, you are also her
creatures… master. Along with other Dark creatures… surprise.”, she chuckled
nervously, “Like me with most of the world’s creatures…”
 
My expression went blank, “So let me get this straight,”, I started, “because
of my inheritance and title, I’m now master of all these creatures and maybe
more all around the world.”
 
“…yes…”
 
I nodded, “Hmmm. Okay.”, I stood, “If you’ll please excuse me.”, and I left the
room. Not long after they heard a scream and crashes of glass in the next room.
Then I appear again, panting, “Okay I’m satisfied.”, Alex opened his mouth to
speak but I beat him to it, “You don’t want to know.”
 
I turned to Izel, “What the hell do I do.”
 
“Just ask for a meeting with the leaders of their species and form an alliance
with them.”, she stated.
 
I nodded and took a deep breath, before I left the kitchen and headed to the
porch. They didn’t notice me until I cleared my throat. Immediately that got
everyone’s attention.
 
I shifted uncomfortably at all the eyes on me, “Um.. may I *cough* May I speak
with your leaders or rulers.”, in an instant 6 vampires appeared in beside me,
after them two young women, a young man, an elderly man, a fairly large
Dementor, who for some reason didn’t effect seem to affect me, a somehow
sophisticated looking Inferi, and finally a large wolf, who reminded me a bit
like Sirius animagus form.
 
“Wow… okay you may enter the living room area. I’ll be there in just a sec.”,
they nodded and entered the house, he thought it would be hard for the wolf but
it transformed into a buff man as he neared the door. I turned to the other
creatures, “As for you, my friends will tend to you.”, I nodded at the guys as
I grabbed Izel to the side.
 
“Okay now what do I do.”, I asked.
 
“Now”, she turned me facing towards the door, “You go in and talk to them, see
if they need anything, or want to say something, then you're done.”, I nodded,
still feeling a bit nervous, “It’s going to be okay Harry, c’mon deep breaths
now, 1… 2…”, she opened the door, “…3”, and gives him a gentle push inside.
 
I stumbles a bit as I manage to catch myself on the nearby coffee table,
catching everyone’s attention. “Um okay so I’m still a bit new at this so bear
with me.”, I received nods, “Okay let’s start by introducing ourselves, I’m
Harry Potter as most of you know.”
 
A Filipino man stood, “I’m Ambrosio Bautista from the Philippines, I’m here to
represent the Asian Vampire Council.”, then sat back down.
 
After him a African woman, with curly frizzy hair stood, “I am Abena Mohammed
from Nigeria, I’m here to represent the African Vampire Council.”
 
An Italian man, “I am Marcelo Romano from Italy, I’m here to represent the
European Vampire Council.”
 
A tanned man, “I am Jack Smith from New Zealand, I’m here to represent the
Oceanien Vampire Council.”
 
An blond woman, “I am Olivia Tremblay from Canada, I’m here to represent the
North American Vampire Council.”
 
An tanned, black haired woman, “I am Valentina Alvarez from Argentina, I’m here
to represent the South American Vampire Council.”
 
A pale young, redheaded woman, “I’m Janice Lennart, the Banshee Queen.”
 
A woman with many, what seemed, tribal tattoos, “I am Chief Gayla from a
necromancer tribe in the Amazons.”
 
The elderly man, “I am Elder Rafal from the necromancer tribe in Africa.”
 
The man in the suit, “Net Norman, representing the Wendigos in the US.”
 
The Wolfman, “Nick, Head-Alpha to the Grim packs.”
 
The Inferi, “Lord Inferi.”, the creature smiled, if you could call it that,
“And contrary to popular belief, we are capable of speaking and gaining
somewhat of a human form if active long enough.”
 
I nodded, and turned to the large Dementor, who just made hand err.. skeletal
hand movements, that looked like he’s putting on a crown so he guessed king.
 
I clapped my hands together, “Okay now that that’s done, may you inform me as
to what you need.”
 
One of the Vampires, Ambrosio if he was remembered correctly, spoke up, “We are
here to see you, Master.”
 
I grimaced, “I would prefer it if you could simply called me Harry.”, I paused,
“Why just for me?”
 
“You are Death’s Master, Harry, which then lands on us, and we are compelled to
make ourselves known, and give our allegiance.”, stated Valentina, the others
nodded in agreement.
 
Janice spoke next, “That and we must teach you of our ways and how to use your
abilities.”
 
My brows furrowed, “You know what my abilities are?”
 
Her head went side to side, “More or less, not only one of us could teach it
all but specific abilities that are like our own, like my scream or the
Dementors chill.”, again everyone nodded.
 
“So this is more for teaching me how to do this thing.”, waiving my hands at
every direction.
 
The Wendigo, Net, grinned, “Basically yeah.”
 
“Does that mean not all of you will stay.”, he asked.
 
Marcelo nodded, “Yes, some of us will have to go back and inform our people of
tonight’s meeting.”, most nodded, “Though I will be your eyes and ears over in
Europe if you want me to.”
 
I nodded, “If it’s not to much trouble. Yes I’d like that.”
 
Marcelo nodded, “Of course.”
 
He looked around, “Who’ll be staying.”
 
The Dementor rose his hand and the living room’s temperature dropped with ice
crystals forming on surfaces, which indicated he’ll stay to teach him that.
 
Nicks hand rose, “I’ll help better your senses.”
 
Valentina’s hand was next, “I’ll teach you of Vampire customs.”
 
Janice, “And I, our customs, and how to do the perfect scream.”, she smirked.
 
The Inferi Lord spoke, “I’ll leave you some Inferi to practice on, and don’t
worry if you cut them up a bit, they’ll just stich each other back up.”
 
Gayla was next, “I’ll stay and help teach you of necromancer magic.”
 
Elder Rafal rose, “I shadn’t stay long, but my daughter crafted this for you,
Master Harry.”, he pulls out a a pouch and a book made of some animals hide,
being hold together by a string.
 
I look in the pouch and sees a white ring, with a black onyx in its center and
two emeralds at it’s side.
 
“It is carved out of a fallen griffin’s bone and the onyx was found underneath
my home.”, the man stated.
 
Even though that sounded quite disturbing, scratch that very disturbing, I
still put it on, fascinated with its look.
 
At that moment Tom walked in, “Hey Har-“, was all that he could say before a
vampire slams him against a wall, “Ugh bloody hell.”, he groaned.
 
“Woah woah woah woah,”, I shouted in panic, “Marcelo put him down. He’s not a
threat.”
 
He loosened his grip but didn’t let go, “How are you here, when not only two
days ago we got word of you trying coerce the English covens to join your war.”
 
“That wasn’t me! I didn’t do it!”, he thrashed, “Let me go!.”
 
Marcelo looked like he was about say something else, but Alex’s voice cut him
off, “He didn’t do it.”, he stood at the doorway, with Damian and Izel behind
him.
 
“Alex, what is he talking about.”, I asked.
 
Alex looked at me, seeming reluctant to tell me something, and sighed, “We were
planning on telling you Harry-“
 
“Planning on telling me what?”, I asked.
 
He looked hesitant, “That Voldemort isn’t dead.”
 
I froze, then shook my head, “No, Tom’s right here, he can’t be alive.”, he
denied.
 
Alex nodded, “Yes Tom is here.”, he paused, “Ever wondered why he’s here now
when he should’ve been here long ago.”
 
I had thought of that. Why was Tom here now instead of then. But I usually got
distracted before I could ask.
 
“It’s because Fate’s guardian meddled with his life, made him feel the need to
protect himself by any means,”, Alex looked at Tom, and he nodded, “He split
his soul before his inheritance, and our entities didn’t know what to do with
that. Since there had to be a complete soul in order for it to work. And so
over they years they thought of plans to make this work, but they never saw
that Tom only kept doing it over and over and over, to the point that he was no
longer human… it was the moment that Voldemort was resurrected that our
entities finally figured out a plan…”
 
“What was their plan.”, my voice shaking at the end.
 
Alex have me a rueful smile, a smile that I always hated recieving, “They
gathered up most of his soul pieces to put together, but the smallest pieces to
his soul and you kinda destroyed the biggest.”
 
“Why couldn’t they put the last pieces?”
 
“Because, it was like a virus… those last few parts were so deranged and
psychotic that if they were to be put it with the rest of the soul… it’ll
slowly poison it, and make it into much more powerful Voldemort. So they simply
filled in the missing parts of the soul with a new one. Which is also a reason
why he’s acting more free and… approachable, because most of his soul is new
and innocent like a child’s.”
 
“So they couldn’t take him away…”, I whispered, I made his way to his room.
 
“Harry.”, I heard Izel call out.
 
“I’m going to bed.”, and closed the door.
 
-^-
 No one's POV
They all stayed quiet no one dared utter a word until Abena said, “You didn’t
tell him of your past.”, they all shook their heads, “Good. I don’t think he’d
be able to handle that.”
 
No one disagreed with her.
 
~•~
 Harry POV
I was running in the forest. From what I did not know. All I knew is that they
were after me. Only one word processing in my mind.
 
Run
 
“You’ll never outrun me Potter.”, said a horrifyingly familiar voice.
 
No no no no no no…
 
Keep running
 
Run
 
“How many people have to die Potter.”, Voldemort mocked, “How many need to die
because you.”
 
Keep running
 
Run
 
He tripped in a branch and looked up, he wished he hadn’t . Right there with a
branch lodged through his chest was Damian.
 
Run!
 
I scrambled away from it almost falling in a pond. He looked at the bloody
water and saw Izel’s body floating on it. He screamed and backed away turning
to the other direction.
 
RUN!
 
I turned around and saw Tom's prone body hanging on a tree. I cry and begs for
this all to be a dream, dear Merlin I hopes this is a dream...
 
“Ohh but it isn’t Potter.”, Voldemort laughed, “This is all your fault.”
 
I look around and sees Sirius, Remus, Hermione, my Parents, Cedric and many
more bodies all around me. But the one that stands out the most was Alex’s,
tied to a wooden pole.
 
“Please..”, I sobbed, “…please just… stop... I’ll do anything.”
 
Voldemort only grinned, “Don’t you get it Potter...Nothing will stop me… You’ll
never be safe from me.”, and he ignites a flame toward Alex.
 
“NO!”
 
Last thing I heard was Alex’s agonizing scream…
 
~•~
 
“-arry! Harry! Harry!”, a voice shouted, shaking my shoulders.
 
I thrashed around, still entranced by my dream, “No no no no NO! Don’t touch
me!”
 
SMACK
 
My eyes opened, and I see Alex stumbling to the ground clutching his cheek. I
looks at his hand in horror to what I've just done. I back away until my back
hits the head board, bringing my knees to my chest.
 
“I’m sorry. I-I’m s-s-sorry. I’m s-so s-sorry…”, I sobbed.
 
“Hey. Hey its okay you didn’t mean it. Alex is okay. Right Alex.”, that sounded
like Tom’s voice.
 
“Yeah Tom’s right. I’m fine, it’s nothing a little healing salve couldn’t
fix.”, I was shaking my head still spilling out apologies. “Hey c’mon now it
was just an accident.”, I kept shaking my head. I heard Alex sigh. “C’mon Tom
pick him up.”, at this I felt someone wrap their arms around me and start
lifting me and carrying me off.
 
I hear some whispering as Tom carries me to a different room, and more
footsteps joining them. Soon I'm being put down on a bed with two more people
joining me. I feel hands try to pry mine apart, in the end I did comply but I
still didn’t stop crying, couldn’t stop crying. Until a smooth voice starts
singing…
 
“There’s a new world coming
And it’s just around the bend...
There’s a new world coming
This one’s coming to an end…
There’s a new voice calling
You could hear it if you try…
And it’s growing stronger
With each day that passes by...”
 
Mu cries turn to hiccups and sniffs as my breathing starts to even out. The
song continues but with a new voice added in.
 
“There’s a brand new morning
Rising clear and sweet and free…
There’s a new day dawning
That belongs to you and me…
There’s a new world coming
Yes, a new world’s coming…
It’s coming in peace
It’s coming in joy
Coming in peace…
It’s coming in joy
Coming in peace
Coming in joy
Coming in Love…”
 
I settle down, my breaths becoming shallower, as Alex grabs me by the waist
pulling me toward his bare chest and Tom pulling on Alex’s waist so that all
three of them get closer.
 
“There’s a new world coming…”
 
I feels a kiss on his forehead and another on his hair. I hears, “Sweet Dreams
Harry.”, as I falls into a blissful sleep...
 
It’s safe to say that the nightmare never returned that night.
 
 
 
 
(I do not, by any means own this song, it was from Miss Peregrine's House for
Peculiar Children, if you want a link here it is There's_a_new_world_coming
Chapter End Notes
     Hope you enjoyed this bcuz I worked hard on this. In fact I blew off
     most of my school work for this. Anyway I might have overdone it with
     the fluff and angst for Harry or maybe to little I honestly don't
     know but hey I tried so...
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry it took me so long. Had a bit of writers block for awhile, it
     sucked, but finally finished it. So leave a comment if it needed more
     work. I need yall to give me feedback back because then. I just don't
     know if I mucked up or not.
     Anyway enjoy.
     Hope you like it.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Chapter 7
August 8th, 1995
 Harry’s POV 
 
I woke up to the sound of rain softly hitting the windows with a bit of light
thunder. Alex was sleeping soundly, snoring quietly and Tom had his chin on my
head breathing in a calming rhythm. I looked at Alex’s bare chest, slowly
running my finger up and down the smooth skin, stopping at a certain mark just
under his right collar bone. It was the soulmark, it showed a pair of unearthly
green eyes, representing me. The same was said about the one under his left
collar bone, but instead the eye color was a vivid ocean blue, which indicated
Tom. I've seen Tom’s too, mine was a black panther with the same alluring shade
of green. While the one that represented Alex was of two creatures, one was a
Phoenix with deep ruby red eye and golden feathers, and the other creature
being a dragon with glimmering gold eyes and red scales. I returned to moving
my hand until it rested on his cheek. There was a thin pale line going across
it, reminding me of last night’s events. I really just wanted to slam my head
against the wall for my own stupidity, I can’t believe I'd just struck Alex
because I was scared, now he’s going to want to know what the nightmare was
about. Damn it Damn it Damn i-
 
“You’re thinking too hard.”, I snapped my attention back to Alex’s face. His
eyes were open, observing the palm on his cheek.
 
I gave him a small smile, “I’m sorry.”
 
Alex placed a hand on his, “It’s alright, I’ve been through worst honestly.”,
he shrugged.
 
My hand lingered on his cheek, “Still…”
 
After a moments silence Alex said, “Do you want to talk about it.”
 
I shook his head, “No. Just a bad dream is all.”
 
Alex raised an eyebrow, “And dream that made you scared enough to lash out,”
 
I grimaced, “Err.. yes,,,”
 
Alex looked at me with a calculating gaze before he let out a resigned sigh,
“Was it about Voldemort.”
 
I didn’t answer, apparently I didn’t need to ask he felt Tom’s grip around my
waist harden. I just kept looking at Alex as I starts toying with his hair.
 
“You know we won’t let him do anything to you.”, he said softly, “We’ll all
protect you for as long as we can. Tommy-boy here will help too.”, he grinned.
 
This caused Tom to raise his hand and cuffed Alex, “Don’ call meh ‘ommy boy you
prat.”, he slurred sleepily.
 
I snickered, “Well aren’t you a bowl full of sunshine.”
 
“The shiniest”, he grumbled lifting up his head from my hair, “You’re not going
to let me sleep are you.”
 
I shook my head as Alex said, “Not a chance.”
 
Tom sighed, “Fine then. I’m taking the shower first.”, though he made no sign
of moving, instead he adjusted his chin on my hair to be more comfortable.
 
“Yo sleeping beauty, you actually have to get out of bed to do that.”, Alex
huffed.
 
Tom only opened an eye and said, “Mehh.”, and closed it again.
 
Alex rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to me. He stared at me oddly
for awhile with a small smile on his face.
 
“You look cute with your hair all tousled.”
 
My face immediately grew warm at the comment, “I am not cute.”, I mumbled.
 
Alex laughed as waved his hand dismissively, “Of course my mistake.”, he
grinned, “You’re adorable.”
 
I threw a half-hearted glare at the boy, “Fuck you Emrys.”
 
Alex put on an affronted look, “Why Harry!”, he exclaimed, “We haven’t even
gone to our first date yet.”
 
The heat in my face only grew, “That’s not what I meant!”
 
I heard Tom chuckle in his hair, “Stop embarrassing him.”
 
Alex pouted, “Aww but Tom! You have to admit that he looks cute like that.”
 
Tom looked at me for awhile, “Well… you got a point there.”
 
“Traitor.”, I grumbled under my breath.
 
Tom smirked, “All in good time Harry.”
 
I rolled my eyes, “Whatever.”, and then snorted, “Tommy-boy.”, I muttered.
 
“Shorty.”, Tom countered.
 
“Arse.”, I shot back playfully.
 
“Idiot.”
 
“Prick”
 
“Hard head.”
 
“Prat.”
 
“Insolent brat.”
 
“Future stripper.”, I smirked at Tom’s baffled expression.
 
Tom sputtered, “What the- The fuck did that come from.”
 
I shrugged, “I’ve been hanging out with Damian for awhile.”, honestly where he
comes up with this stuff I will never know.
 
“I knew I heard that line from someone.”, Alex muttered.
 
I looks at my hands, “Am I really that short.”
 
Alex chuckled, “No. Well yes. But not as short as before.”, he squinted a bit,
“I’d say your about a couple of centimeters shorter than me now, and Tom’s like
half an inch or two taller.”
 
“How short was I before?”
 
“Compared to me… I’d say about two three inches.”
 
I nodded, and whispered ‘Damn’ under my breath.
 
We stayed in a comfortable silence for a long moment, just holding each other
and not saying a word.
 
Tom then casted a quick tempus and sighed, “Well I guess I should get ready for
the day before I convince myself otherwise.”, he moved out of the bed, much to
my displeasure, and headed to the bathroom. He stopped half way and turned
around to look at me, “Harry I’ll advise you to get ready too since you’re
starting your lessons with Valentina and Janice today.”
 
Ah yes, I almost forgot about that. I didn’t think we were going to start right
away, but then again we had a little over a week or two until they head to
Hogwarts so it made sense.
 
I rolled out of bed and made my way to the door, when Alex’s voice stopped me,
“Um hey Harry… you know if you need somewhere to go to blow off some steam… our
door is always open, and that is if you want to.”
 
I blinked a couple of times before I let a small smile appear on my face, “Yeah
I’d like that.”, and left the room to head to my own.
 
As the door closes behind me, I see the damage I've caused last night. Most of
the furniture was broken, the bed, sheets were in shreds, the windows and lamps
were shattered. Damn I really needs some self control.
 
I go to the closet and see that, unlike the bedroom, was perfectly fine, much
to my relief. I honestly didn't want a repeat of shopping with Izel.
 
I grabs some clothes and heads to the bathroom. I lock the door and place my
clothes to the side as I undressed. I turn on the shower head, and casted one
glance at the mirror and stopped everything I was doing. Sure, I've seen myself
in the mirror, but I've never really bothered to take in my appearance. For one
I now had high cheekbones, my body wasn’t extremely skinny so that my bones
could show. I had a toned chest, likely due to quidditch, but I did see
somewhat of a curve when it came to his bum. I now had plump pink lips, face
became sharper, yet softer, my eyes looking much more mesmerizing without
my glasses in the way… which reminded me that I no longer had glasses, my hair
was at shoulder length and somewhat more manageable, though it was starting to
get annoying so I’ll probably ask Izel or Alex to cut it. I stared at himself a
while longer, he no longer looked like a carbon copy of James Potter anymore,
aside from the hair, I instead looked more like my mother, Lily Evans. And… I
kind of liked it.
 
I didn’t realize how long he’s been standing there until steam started to build
up in the room. He snapped attention back to the shower head. As he feels the
hot spray against his back, he wonders what he’ll be learning for the next few
days…
 
~•~
August 13th, 1995
 
The past four days were interesting to say the least.
 
Those days were more of a history lesson than anything else. I've learned that
the original Vampires actually descended from some kind of creature named
Aswang and an Incubus/Succubus. Though I could kind of see it, they were
beautiful and seductive by nature as they were bloodthirsty and lethal. But
they no longer had bat wings like the originals as they had to adapt to a more
human looking approach. The last known Vampire to have ‘The Wings’ was in fact
Dracula. He’s also the one to have started the ‘Regional Councils’, which
stopped all the hunts and turning of a Vampire. I’ve asked about the
immortality thing with Valentina, and she explained that that rumor is true,
though not many vampires choose to actually live forever, so many actually plan
their own deaths. She later explained that it wasn’t necessarily a sad event as
it was a very memorable, it only indicated that you willingly accepted death
and welcomed it. Which is an honorable thing to do in their culture.
 
As it turns out most of all the death related creatures were somewhat immortal,
and did the exact same thing.
 
The Banshees, it seems, were actually descended from Sirens, which explained
their youthful beauty, that have been gifted abilities by Death as her
messengers. I was a bit confused by the term ‘Messengers’ until she clarified
that everyone of Death’s Creatures had a certain role when it came to her. The
Banshees and Grims warned people when Death is on its way, The Messengers, the
Necromancers and Vampires were the ones to keep the balance, The Peacekeepers,
the Wendigos and Dementors were the ones to punish those who have done Death
wrong, The Executioners, and the Inferi were actually the ones who protect
after death, the Protectors. Janice also said that the old hags people usually
mistake for them for, were just women looking for attention or wanting to cause
a scare.
 
As the days passed I've grown to like both Valentina and Janice. They were both
charismatic and caring, the only difference between the two is the appearance
and the fact that Janice is more on the wild side while Valentina is more calm.
 
My sleeping arrangements with Tom and Alex soon became permanent when it was
evident that neither of them were going to fix his room(its not like we tried
really), so they moved my stuff into their room. I didn’t mind though, I rather
liked being sandwiched between those two…
 
My attention snapped back to the present when I heard a door open behind me. I
felt someone stand beside me, though I'm pretty sure I knows who.
 
“So what am I going learn today Izel.”
 
She smiled as she looked off into the distance, “Today you will start on the
training part of your lessons.”
 
“Oh and what are we going to be training today.”, I said intrigued.
 
Izel just looked at her nails, “So Harry, I heard you were a seeker in your
quidditch team, is that true,”, I nodded warily, “So that means your reflexes
are quick, “, another nod, “Good, we’ll be testing your agility and response
today.”
 
I nodded, “Okay then…”, I turned to her, “When do we start?”
 
Her smile turned into a devilish smirk as she said, “Now.”
 
I looked at her oddly, “Wha-“, but i was interrupted by a loud screeching sound
behind me. The force of the sound sending me flying off the porch into the
ground.
 
“Ugh what the hell.”, he groaned. I look up to see Janice, Valentina, and Izel
all standing in front of me, looking a bit too satisfied for my taste.
 
“Not fast enough Harry.”, Izel waves her hand and the ground started to grow
spikes, heading his direction. I roll out of the, and then narrowly missing the
knife Valentina threw at me.
 
“Are you all going against me!!”, I yelled.
 
Valentina raised an eyebrow. “Who ever said you’re the only one training.”
 
My brows furrowed in confusion until I heard a loud bang from the house and
then Tom landing right beside me.
 
“Fucking shit.”, Tom grimaced as he stood up.
 
As soon as I stood, I saw that we were surrounded. Alex threw Tom a lightning
bolt in which he dodges, as Damian threw us an explosion making both us lose
our balance.
 
“C’mon you two. I know you’re both faster than this!”, Damian mocked as he
again throws another spark our way. Though this time Tom casted a shield before
the spark could come near us.
 
“There’s we go! Now we’re thinking!”, Alex yelled, as he sends another hexes at
us.
 
I dodged it and starts sending my own spells every which way, hoping it will
catch one of them.
 
“C’mon Harry I know you’ve read more spells that that!”, Alex yelled as he
deflects one of my spells.
 
Oh. So they want me to play dirty…
 
Hmm…
 
Well…
 
I was given permission to do so…
 
So…
 
“Confringo! Infrendeo!”
 
Janice screeches once more but this time, I quickly puts a silencing barrier
around her before it can have an affect. I spotted Alex trying to sneak behind
me but I was quicker.
 
“Keses!”
 
Alex’s eyes widened as he dodges the spell. He turns back to me, “You were
going to apparate me to a volcano!”
 
“You said to use the any kind of spells I’ve read about!”, I exclaim, “And I
did!”
 
“Fair point.”, Alex conceded, “Expulso!”
 
Izel cackled, “Now we’re talking! Delacero!”
 
I hears Tom deflected the spell, “Deflecto!”, I  side stepped the attack Grim-
Nick was going to do, “You know, when you said y'all were slightly insane, I
didn’t think you meant it!”
 
“Well now you know.”, Damian drawled sarcastically, “Reducto!”
 
Nick lunges at me at the same time Valentina does , “Lumos Maxima!”, and the
two soon back away blinded.
 
I hears Izel then scream, “Nimbus!”, as a thick fog covers the area and it
turns deathly silent.
 
I was breathing harshly as I tried to make his way through it. I heard a branch
crack behind me and quickly throw cutting hexes that way. I then hear footsteps
from every direction. I looks around frantically, trying to find a target when
something tackled me to the ground and pinning me. I looks up and sees Janice
on top of him, holding a dagger in front of my face. I kept staring at each
other, both panting heavily. The fog soon dissipated to show everyone panting
and sweating and Tom being pinned down by Grim-Nick, who was now starting to
lick his face off.
 
“Okay Okay! Get off me you mutt!”, Tom exclaimed, pushing away the wolf from
his person. That’s another thing that’s happened over the past few days. Tom
and Nick seemed to have hit it off from the start, much to my surprise as well
as everyone else’s. If Tom wasn’t with either me or Alex, he was usually
hanging out with Nick. Not that I’d blame him, Nick was very nice person to
hang out with.
 
“Well.”, Izel spoke up, “I have to say. I’m quite impressed that you two were
able to keep the fight going after…”, she did a quick tempus, “… for three
hours. Nice.”, nodding her head appreciatively.
 
My eyes widened dramatically as I taped at them. We’ve been doing this for
three hours!? It fealt like six!
 
“Why thank you.”, Tom responded, “Now if you’ll excuse us we’ll be right back.
C’mon Harry.”, he grabbed my arm pulling me to the house's direction.
 
“And where do you think you’re going.”, Alex spoke, “We still have six more
hours left to training.”
 
“But-“
 
“No but’s, Tom”, Damian proclaimed, “C’mon let’s start round two.”, he smirked,
“This time though Gayla, the Dementor King and Inferi will be joining the
fight.”
 
We shared a look of resignation. Yep… this was gonna be a long day…
 
~•~
August 15th, 1995
 
I limped outside to were Janice was standing. The last two days were exhausting
for Tom and I. We’ve been hexed, kicked, and punched until we could actually
take them down the first day. The second we had to run around the forest while
Nick, the Inferi and Dementor King chased chased. I was sore, I just wanted to
sleep but I knew that I had a lesson with Janice today, and I honestly didn’t
want to push it by skipping it.
 
When Janice turned his way, she winced, “Okay… maybe we did go a little… too
far…”
 
I only give her a look that said, ‘You think’, and waited until she gave me
directions.
 
“Well.”, she muttered, “Luckily for today we’ll only be focusing on one ability
and won’t need much physical activity.”, I sighed in relief, “Though your
throat might be sore after this.”, she concluded.
 
I nodded, really not caring for that, just not wanting to do anything that
involved moving much.
 
“Okay then. We’ll be working on your scream and how to use it in many different
ways. Like how I did on Monday in our training.”
 
I did wonder how Janice could use her scream as a force. It was quite
intriguing.
 
“Now. We normally don’t use the defensive part of our scream, due to us not
really being an interactive race when it came to wars and stuff. We usually
just stay neutral and only fight when necessary.”, Janice explained, “Let me
demonstrate.”, she turned to the Inferi with them, “Mr.Inferi if you would
please.”, the Inferi nodded and stood a couple of three meters in front of
them.
 
Janice nodded and took on a stance. She took a deep breath as her eyes locked
on to her target. After a couple of seconds, she finally let out a loud,
inhumane, agonizing scream, with the force to send the Inferi flying to a
nearby boulder and cause said boulder to start cracking under the pressure.
 
I winced, that force could crush bones and I certainly didn't want to be in the
receiving end to it again.
 
Janice had finished screaming and composed herself, “Are you alright
Mr.Inferi?”, she asked, and receive a thumbs-up as an answer, “Okay, thank you,
that’ll be all.”, the Inferi stood up and left the area.
 
Janice turned back to me, “That’s only one thing that the scream could actually
do.”
 
My brows furrowed in confusion, “What do you mean?”
 
“You see Harry, the scream I did was only power and that’s it, but it is
capable of combining with other abilities, like let’s say…”, she thought about
it for awhile, “The Dementors chill! Yeah the Dementors chill. If you were to
combine that ability with the scream, it’ll probably freeze anything and
everything you’d scream at. Now let’s see you try, if you would please conjure
a glass panel.”
 
I nodded along and did just that. I took a deep breath and scre-
 
“No no no no no. Stop.”, Janice interrupted, “You are doing it wrong.”
 
I stared at her incredulously, “But I just screa-“
 
“And that’s just it.” She cut me off again, “You just screamed. You didn’t put
in any power behind, you didn’t wait for it to build up. It won’t just happen
because you just scream. Now try again.”, she demanded, “And wait for the power
to build up this time.”
 
I grunted but nevertheless nodded and once more got into position. I took a
deep breath and allowed my magic to build up inside me, and starting to focus
inside my throat, where I'm assuming my vocals are. Once I thought it was
enough, I let it all out in one blow. I faintly hear glass cracking, I open my
eyes to see that the glass panel had a large crack in its center, but not
shattered. Ugh.
 
“You see there we go now we’re getting it.”, Janice praised, “Now we still have
a couple more hours left so let’s keep practicing a bit until you could
actually shatter it.”
 
And we went on like that for the next few hours…
 
~•~
August 16th, 1995
 
Okay so Janice really wasn’t kidding when she said my throat would be sore.,
though Izel did have a remedy for, I just couldn’t speak for an hour or so, and
even then it would still be a bit raspy. Luckily, today is my stay in day, so I
didn’t need to do much. At the moment we were all in the living room like
always, though this time with Nick, Janice and Gayla, The Dementor King and
Inferi much prefer the outside than inside. Sadly Valentina couldn’t stay long,
as she had to go back home to do her ‘duties’, as she calls them, though she
did promise to keep in touch. Izel, Janice and Gayla were talking about this
and that, Alex, Nick and Damian were having a little chess tournament, which
Alex was losing miserably at. The boy never was that great at chess, but he
never did know when to quit. Currently, I was laying my head on Tom’s lap,
which became a bit of a habit of mine over time, as I try to, discreetly, tell
Alex where to move next, though it didn’t seem to help much as he lost in the
end.
 
Just as Nick was about to take out Alex’s queen, Hedwig swooped in through the
window, landing on the chess board, throwing all the pieces in the process and
making Nick scream ‘No!’ while Alex whooped ‘Yes!’.
 
I only grinned at the snowy owl and sat up so the bird could perch herself on
my shoulder.
 
“So what ya got for me today.”, I asked while rubbing under her chin
affectionately, the owl raised her right foot, showing the two envelopes tied
to it. I carefully untied them and saw that they were from Hermione again and
Sirius. I looked curiously at the envelope before I ripped it open to see its
contents. I skimmed through it, most of it had been about how they was worried,
asking where I was, if I was sure he was alright, much like Hermione’s last
letter, though in the end he did ask about Izel, or rather ‘Isabella’, Alex,
Damian, and Thomas(aka Tom). Hermione must had shown him my letter to her.
Sirius even said it was okay for all of us to come to what they called
‘Headquarters’, or something.
 
“Izel?”
 
She turned to me, “Hmm”
 
“What do you think about going to Grimmauld Place with my godfather?”
 
She had a thoughtful look before she said, “I’d say go for it.”
 
“Really?”, I say incredulously.
 
“Yeah I mean…”, she stood up, “We want them to actually trust us. And in order
to do that, they must get to know us.”
 
I nodded, “But what about Thomas?”, at the name, said boy turned his attention
to them saying, ‘Huh?’.
 
“What about him.”
 
“I mean wouldn’t they be a bit wary of him… looking a lot like Tom Riddle and
all.”
 
“Technically he is.”,
 
I rolls his eyes, “Yes, but right now he,”, pointing at Tom, “is Thomas
Wiltshire.”
 
“I could just be Tom Riddle’s illegitimate grandchild or something of the
sort.”, Tom prompted, “ I mean I am an orphan, I could possibly be something to
him and ‘not know about it’.”
 
“Okay that’s one problem solved”, I concluded, “But what are we going to do
about wands, or lack thereof.”
 
Izel beamed at this, “Oh! Thanks for reminding me.”, and soon ran out the room.
We heard a lot of crashes coming from the basement and then an ‘Ahha!’, after
that they heard footsteps making their way up and into the room once more.
 
“Tom! Harry! Catch!”, Izel threw two boxes our way and immediately catch them
out of the air. Izel grinned, “Consider this your late birthday present”, she
turned to Tom, “And you consider this an early birthday present. “, she
grinned, “Well go on open them.”, she urged.
 
Tom and I shared an amused look, before taking the lid of the boxes. The moment
my eyes landed on the item, I nearly dropped it. Laying in red silk, was a very
strange, yet beautiful, looking wand. It had a metallic handle with a plain
silver sphere for the base. The handle had a design that looked oddly like a
ribcage. ‘Thinks she’s clever does she.’, I mused. As I looks at the wooden
part of the wand, it looked natural, like it was grown that way, and knowing
Izel she probably did. At the end, it seemed to two more thin branches growing
out curving in and then back out pointing upwards, which, if I was being
honest, kinda looked like a trident-thing I saw on a statue once. Though
instead of having that center arrow, it had a crystal, about the size of my
nail, floating in the center pointing upwards as well. When I tried to push it
out of place, what appeared like lightning, seemed to attach to the crystal,
pulling it back to place, and when I retracted my finger, it did, as if it was
never touched to begin with.
 
“Woah”, was all I could say, Tom nodding along, seeming unable to say anything
else to say. Not that I'd blame him, his was quite impressive as well. It, like
his, had a metallic handle with a plain sphere as the base, though the design
on the handle was much different, it looked like chains wrapping around it
multiple times, the chain finally ending attached to a watch. It was quite
complex, I wondered how Izel actually had the patience to this. The wooden part
was a also natural looking, however, just as it was near the tip, it grew out,
and caved back in, the branches twisting back together, forming a perfect
circle. Right in the middle was a crystal, though unlike mine, Tom’s was longer
and thinner, basically dividing the circle in half. It seemed to have the same
affect when disturbed, it’ll always go back to pointing straight.
 
I turned my gaze back to Izel, “What are they made out of?”
 
She grinned, “Yours, Harry, is made out of dark silver for the handle, platinum
for the base and border. The wood is of a Elder Tree, the core, or cores, being
a hair from a Thestral, venom from a Vampire, and crushed bone essence from a
Dementor, courtesy of our dearest Dementor King.”, she looked through the open
window, “Thanks by the way!”, she shouted.
 
The Dementor King appeared at the window, and did a very much exaggerated bow.
 
“Okay, there’s no need to be cocky here.”
 
The hooded figure raised his skeletal hand at her and turned his head (skull
really) to the side.
 
Izel raised an eyebrow, “You know… for someone who doesn’t talk much. You’re
quite snarky.”
 
The Dementor did a circular hand gesture, as if saying, ‘Your point being...’
 
Izel shook her head and waved her hand dismissively at the Dementor, who in
return, just mock saluted, before floating away.
 
“I always liked that guy…”, Izel muttered, before turning her attention back on
us, “So where was I… Oh yes! Tom’s wand. Your handle is silver, while your base
and border are dark silver. The wood is Hazel. The cores are, a feather from a
Hippogriff, a Sphinx, and a Pegasus, all fused together with Basilisk venom.”,
these creatures seemed to have two similar traits, prideful and intelligent,
but considering who's it was for, it really didn't surprise me.
 
We both nodded in awe, Tom snapping out of his daze, spoke up, “Why is the
handle metal? Why not just leave it with the wood, you know make it less flashy
and noticeable.”
 
Izel squinted, turning her head side to side, “Well I’ll admit, the designs are
a bit much", we both snorted, which earned us an annoyed glare from Izel, "but
the metal is necessary.”
 
“Why though?”
 
“Because our magic doesn’t react well with normal wands.”, she answered, “You
know how we usually do wandless magic so easily, right.”, they both nodded,
“Well that’s because our magic is so… wild. It doesn’t really react well with
wands because there is so much magic that the wand itself couldn’t handle.
They’ll usually start to burn through or explode into bits the moment it
touches our hands, which by the way, is what happened to your wand. Sorry
Harry.”, I only shrugged, “Anyway… after doing a bit of experimenting over the
years, I learned that some metals could actually absorb our magic without any
affects, but since that was all it could do, I added the wood with the cores to
help concentrate all the magic it has absorbed.”
 
“What about the base?”, I asked as I ran my finger around the metallic sphere.
 
“That is where your blood and hair reside.”, at seeing our perplexed
expressions, Where the he'll did she get our blood!?, she clarified, “It makes
the bond between your wand and you stronger and more efficient.”
 
We relaxed, Tom asked, “And the crystals?”
 
“Those are Potentia gems.”, Izel explained, “At the time, I thought that the
wood and cores alone wouldn’t last long, and I was right, a year later it did
wand burned out, same result for the other wands I’ve made. So I did more
experimenting, with little to no success, until a lady came up to me, handed me
a box full of these gems, the only thing she told was, “This will help.”, and
then she left. I, of course, didn’t know what she meant or what they were, so I
put them to the side. One day I came back to do more test on my wand, I found
that the wood actually attached onto one of the gems, when I tried to pull it
out, it’ll have the same result that you had when you tried to move it. Since I
couldn’t move it, I just left it there to see how it’ll act. A couple years
later the wand still worked without any problems so I used them for all of our
wands.”, she paused for a moment, “Oh and just to give you guys a little
warning… don’t let anybody touch those crystals.”
 
“Why?”, we said in unison.
 
“Because,”, she started, “These wands are made specifically for you, which
means the crystals would only work for your magic and yours alone. So if there
were to be someone, who isn’t you, trying to use it or take the gem, the magic,
or rather your magic, will fight back. And trust me when I say, that the
results are less than pleasing.”
 
Tom and I nodded hurriedly, both of us tightening our grips on our wands.
 
“Can we see your wand?”
 
Izel smiled and nodded, before she, once again, left to the basement. After a
bit more rustling downstairs, she came back with three more boxes. She held up
one box, and took the lid off.
 
“This one is mine.”, she said. Holding up the item, it had a metallic handle,
though the base and border did seem a bit pinkish-red. The design were vines
growing wrapping around each other, with a couple of leafs and flowers here and
there. The wood, or really woods, twisted together, forming a spiral and ending
with a gem, the wood looking as if it had grown over the gem, which was
probably the case.
 
“The handle is made of silver, with the base and border being rose gold.”,
stated Izel, “The woods are four separate vines, each holding a different core.
One holds a feather from a Thunderbird, another has a scale from a Hydra-", I
could have sworn I saw Damian twitch at the word 'Hydra', 'Wonder what happened
there, "-the third is the core of a Golem, and finally the blood and hair from
a Hellhound, also willingly given.”
 
Beside me, Tom muttered, “Air... Water... Earth... Fire...”
 
“Exactly.”, Izel voiced, putting the wand on the table, and grabbing another
boxes lid off, “This one’s is Damian’s.”, the wand didn’t look like the others.
Yes, it had a a metal handle, but it looked more like a dagger than a wand. The
handle design was rope woven together, but instead of a border it had, what he
thinks is a cross guard, and in the center was a clear blue gem that looked
like it had many multi-colored explosions going on in it.
 
“His is made to look like a dagger, because that’s what he’s most used to. The
handle and base is all dark silver, with the cross guard being normal silver.
The wood is Ash, with the cores being a hair from a Manticore, scale from a
Gordon, and a horn from a Minotaur.”, she closes the box and looks behind them,
“Catch Daim!”, and tosses to him, I vaguely hear Damian say, “Thanks babe!”,
before going back to his game.
 
Izel pulls out the last box, but Alex snatched it from her hand, “And last, but
certainly not least, my wand!”, he exclaimed loudly, making Izel roll her eyes
at him, “Ain’t it a beauty. Dark silver handle and border, golden base.
Whopping Willow wood, with the cores being Phoenix feather, Unicorn hair, and a
heartstring from an Ancient Dragon.”
 
It did look nice, it was the only one to actually be carved smooth, the handle
was metal, but had no design, the only thing that stood out the most was the
crystal floating on top of the tip. It just looked simple…
 
“Something tells me that it’s not what than what it seems.”, Tom inquired,
raising an eyebrow at the grinning boy in front of us.
 
“Perceptive as always Tommy-dear.”, his eyes flashed gold, a golden mist making
its way his arm to the wand. The moment the mist touched the wand, carvings
started to appear on the handle. One looked like a celtic knot, while the other
looked like the northern star. Gold and Silver ropes grew out of the border,
circling the wood and then coming back in and in casing the crystal, forming a
cage around it. The last gold carving on the handle spelled out a quote saying…
 
“You can’t tame the Spirit of someone who has Magic in their veins.”
 
“Nice.”, Tom mused inspecting the wand thoroughly. I looked at my wand and then
at Tom’s, a grin slowly appearing on my face as an idea came to mind.
 
“So Tom…”, Tom turned to me, “Since we have new wands now…”, Tom hummed, “What
about we give the a test run.”
 
Tom brows shot up in surprise, “You want a duel.”, he asked incredulously.
 
I grinned and nodded, “Yup.”
 
Tom looked at me for awhile, making me assume he'd say no, before he shrugged,
“Sure why not. I needed some practice anyway.”, Tom so had a smirk on his face,
“Though… I’d prefer it, if you didn’t try to apparate me to a volcano.”, he
teased.
 
My face flushed red in embarrassment, as I shouted, “I used that spell one
time!”
 
~•~
August 17th, 1995
 
I opened the door to the porch, and headed to the Dementor King’s direction.
Who it seems, is making the weather much more gloomier than usual. The moment I
was right behind the Dementor, I greeted him.
 
“Hey Dem.”, they all thought ‘The Dementor King’ , was a mouthful, so they
shortened his name to Dem or King, he didn’t seem to mind, but then again he
really doesn’t say much, or anything at all really.
 
The Dementor turned to me and tipped am imaginary top hat, which got a small
laugh out of me.
 
“So how exactly are we going to do this. You know… you not being able to talk
and all…”, the Dementor raised a hand to silence me. And raised one bony
finger, that said, ‘Waita minute.’
 
And so I did, they waited for what felt like twenty to thirty minutes, I was
about to say something again , but I immediately closed my mouth the moment a
dark mist covered the floating form. It was hardly noticeable at first but then
it got thicker, darker, and it started to swirling around the creature, to the
point that it only looked like a dark twister floating in the air. That twister
soon picked up speed and crashed into the ground, making the twister pop and
become a dark cloud. From the cloud came a man, wearing all black, had deathly
pale skin, and inky black hair, his eyes was entirely deep black with only the
cornea being a shocking white, that sent shivers through my spine. His features
where sharp, and very stern, he was bulk, and had tattoos running down his arm.
He looked dangerous…
 
“Woah.”, I whispered in awe, “is that your human form?”
 
The man observed himself, “No, actually this is the body of a soul I took.”, he
said roughly, “his names Stephen I think…”
 
“Are all Dementors able to do that?”
 
Mortal-King shrugged, “I’d assume that most do.”, his black eyes landed on him,
“But that’s not what we’re here for, and since I can’t keep this appearance for
as long as five hours, let’s make this lesson quick.”
 
I nodded quickly and took a stance, “So what should I do.”
 
King started to pace around me, making me more than a little intimidated
honestly, “The way to work ‘the chill’ is much like you do with the Banshee
scream. All you have to do is concentrate your power and let it build. Though
unlike the scream, you let out the power wildly. Let it go every which way, let
it devour the area.”, he stopped pacing and looked me straight in the eye, “Now
let’s see you do it.”
 
I nodded and started to concentrate. I did the same as he would with the scream
and let the power build, the only problem was how I should let it out, should I
just let it blow or let it out slowly. Being ever cautious today, I let it out
slowly, and hoped it will have a good result. After awhile I felt the
temperature around me drop, and peaked open one eye and saw that anything
that’s within a ten feet radius from me, had a layer of frost on it, I could
actually see my breath. I turned to the Dementor..err. man?...De-man…
 
Ha…
 
Demon…
 
Wow, it's not as funny as I thought it'll be…
 
Moving on…
 
The err… entity was smirking broadly, “Well you got it in the first try. Good,
that means the rest of this lesson will be just as easy.”, he started pacing
again, “Now the next part is the more offensive and defensive sides of the
chill. This does more to do with the environment your currently in. If you were
in a very humid place, this ability will be your greatest weapon.”
 
I nodded along as the King started to take a stance, “You must feel the
moisture in the air, it’s thickness, it’s taste, and feel. Use the chill to
form something in the moisture.”, as he said this small ice crystals started to
form in the air, growing larger by the minute and soon connecting to form
shield of ice floating in mid air, “This shield could be expanded and at times,
could actually form structures.”, at this the shield started to break apart
each piece then took a place around them forming a large circle. The ice shards
began to grow once more, this time attaching to the ground, and forming a big
ice dome around them, and a soon as it was formed it started to dissipate
slowly until it was as if it was never there. King turned to me, “Now let’s see
you try.”
 
I nodded, and once again concentrated. It didn’t take long for a ice crystals
to start forming and growing to a shield, “Good, now dissipate it. We are done
with the defensive part of the chill, I’ll leave the Building part for you to
learn yourself, let’s move on to the offensive part of the chill.”, King
clasped his hands together. “Now it’s still the same process, though this time
you’ll have to imagine a weapon, or spike really.”, he started to expand his
hands, letting a small crystal become larger and sharper, “Now the thing with
this, is that it would always do what ever your want it to, it doesn’t matter
how many, they’ll all work with no problem.”, the one large crystal, soon
became multiple smaller ones, which went hurling to a nearby tree, leaving it
with many scratch marks, “If you would.”, he gestured.
 
I clasped his hands together, making sure to put as much power into my palm. I
let the crystal grow to the size I needed, before I separated it into many
small sharp shards, and, like King, he hurled them to the nearest tree.
 
King grinned, “Great. Since you got both down let’s put your speed and accuracy
to the test. I’ll be throwing ice shard at you, and you must shield against
them and also land as many hits you can on me. Got it.”, I nodded, “Good now…
Begin!”
 
~•~
August 19th, 1995
 
I fell face first into his bed, and moaned at the soft warm feeling of it,
“Ugh. This week has been so tiring.”
 
Tom yawned, “You could say that again.”, he slipped in into the bed next to
him.
 
“Well at least it’s over with.”, I prompted in sleepy triumph as I buried my
face deeper into the pillow.
 
“You have lessons with Gayla and me tomorrow.”, Alex spoke up while he played
with his hair.
 
I groaned, “Noooo. Me no want more.”
 
Alex shrugged, “Sorry shorty, but that’s how it is. Did you send a reply to
Sirius.”
 
I nodded, “This morning yeah.”, I glared at Alex, “And stop calling me shorty.”
 
“Yeah Alex.”, Tom grinned, “It’s cutie now.”
 
His glare turned to Tom, “Damn you Riddle.”
 
“Ahh but ya love me.”
 
He snorted, “That’s debatable.”
 
Tom feigned a hurt expression, “Ouch. Right to the heart.”
 
I rolled his eyes at him, “Shut up you idiot.”, and leaned up to kiss him.
 
“Hey what about me.”, Alex said indignantly.
 
I shakes my head in amusement, “Oh of course, come hear sweetheart.” And pull
Alex in for a kiss of his own.
 
After pulling away, Alex grinned, “Okay I’m satisfied now.”
 
Tom chuckled on my shoulder, as I yawned, “Okay I’m going to sleep. Goodnight
you two.”
 
“Night Harry.”, they said in unison.
 
Chapter End Notes
     Confringo- Causes object to violently burst into fire.
     Deflecto- rebounds spell
     Delacero- rips an object to shreds
     Keses- apparates someone straight into a volcano.
     Nimbus- covers area in a thick fog.
     I hope yall enjoyed and I'm gonna give yall a heads up. I'm going to
     start two new works
     One is a new series called, 'To Leave with Regret and Come Back with
     Shame', that will be in the Girl Meets World Fandom, if you know that
     show, awsome, if you don't well read it if you want, who knows you
     might like it.
     The other work is a Harry Potter one called, 'To make the
     Unforgivables, Forgivable.'
     Yeah a chapter on those two might come any day. Just thought I should
     tell yall.
     Oh and Happy Thanksgiving everyone!!!
Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed
their work!
