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Chapter One: The Wish That Can Be Granted
Harry grunted as he tripped and fell to the ground, it was cold and hard. The frozen street on which he had been walking was littered with trash, the windows of shops were either broken or boarded over, the survivors which were very few, had all left, the memories too great to bear. Getting up he thought about the places old glory.
Diagon Alley had once been a place full of running children and bright faces, the shops filled with laughter and talk as the people bought what was needed and what they wanted. The Quidditch shop would display the latest broom and boys and girls would stand to admire it, saying every awesome detail about the latest model. Harry couldn’t help but feel nostalgic as he remembered his first visit to the entrance of the wizarding world…
The dark haired boy shook his head, clearing it of fond memories that only brought pain to his heart. Walking towards nowhere, Harry decided that he should stop dilly-dallying, and apparated to Hogsmede. Heading towards the path that lead to Hogwarts he wondered why Fawkes had pointed him towards the Alley.
The phoenix had been acting strange the past few months, disappearing for long periods of time and always coming back late at night. Then, the day before the phoenix had brought a piece of ripped paper which displayed the name of the abandoned shopping district. Fawkes had kept bothering him about it and finally Harry cracked and asked, “Do you want me to go there?” The bird nodded, the black haired youth sighed and then said, “Fine I’ll go, but tomorrow, is that okay with you?” The bird nodded once again.
Harry wondered why his old headmasters familiar wanted him to leave the castle so desperately. Shrugging it of the wizard headed to the castles front doors, walking up the steps he flashbacked to third year when he saw everyone leaving for Hogsmeade, leaving him behind.
“Just like they did a year ago,” that treacherous mind of his whispered, “they died and left, and do you know whose fault that was? Yours.” Lost in self-despair, though he did not show it outside. The eighteen year old realized that this was true, because of him Ron and Hermione died, the former from protecting his girlfriend from the Killing Curse she had not noticed, he bravely pushed her out of the way, his last words being “I love you.” The latter protected him from the Dark Lords familiar, the giant snake Nagini, they weren’t able to save her from the snakes venom, though she had been slowly unraveling on the inside from her lovers death. The Wesley’s followed soon after, Neville and Luna also died protecting each other till the end.
It had been a horrible year; students were taken out of school or lived in constant fear, and then in the end of the school year their fears proved true. The Dark Lord and his troops stormed the castle, they managed it with help from the inside, friends turned on friends, the house divisions no longer true, it was either the dark or the light. When Harry cast the last Avada Kedavra and the snake-faced bastard died, his Death Eaters left the battle field, but they continued to plague the British magical world.
Those so very few that hadn’t been killed in the Battle for Hogwarts, as the people still alive had taken to calling it, left and never looked back, their hearts hardened and broken. As the last wizard in Hogwarts thought of this he remembered his last ray of happiness.
He fell to the ground shuddering, silent tears streaming down his face; the mask finally cracking as he thought about the person whom he had cared about in the world, Ginny. The fiery redhead had been with him every step of the way, from her family’s death to Hermione’s breakdowns, from the beginning to the end, together forever. At least that’s how it should have been, until she too, died.
Harry howled to the darkening sky, the pain returning as if it were a newly acquired wound and not one from a year ago. Unbearable and harsh, he let out all the feelings he had been holding inside since that day, he poured out his soul to the mountains and trees, to the animals of the forest and the birds of the sky.
Then as suddenly as it had come the pain and sad memories left, a soothing song coming towards him, like a night summer breeze. The fire phoenix trilled softly at Harry after he had calmed down enough, and looked at him with knowing eyes. Harry wiped away the stray tears from his eyes and smiled softly at the phoenix. Petting it on the head once he stood up, murmured a low “thank you” and headed towards the gargoyle guarding the headmasters office.
Reaching the animated stone he said the password, the statue moved to let him in. Reaching Dumbledore’s office (for in his mind it would always be the old coots office, even when McGonagall took over after his death), he sat in one of the plush chairs facing the desk. Fawkes flew in after him, settling himself on his perch next to the desk Harry was facing; they stayed like that until midnight, quiet and melancholy.
Finally the silence was too much for Harry, he turned to the bird and asked what had been on his mind before the breakdown happened (something that was quite embarrassing for him, never being one to really show his emotions so blatantly). “Why did you make me go to Diagon Alley?” The phoenix trilled lightly, as if to say “finally!” Flying towards one of the many shelves in the circular room he pulled out large silver box with an engraving if the moon and sun together.
Taking it to the sitting human, Fawkes returned to his perch and watched the boy silently. Harry was staring at the box silently, wondering if he should really open it, eventually he decided to do so, lifting the smooth silver lid up he stared, surprised, at the contents inside the silver box.
Feeling a bit disappointed, he pulled out a letter, as he opened it he realized just who had written it, noticing the familiar handwriting Harry couldn’t help but feel nostalgic, shaking it off he started reading the letter the letter from his old mentor.
“My dear boy, if you are reading this then it means that the war has ended, but at a price too heavy, it is one of my biggest regrets knowing that I left this adventure at a most perilous time, but alas fate had other plans for me.
I shall will make this quick, Fawkes is getting impatient and it is almost time for our snack. In the box I have enclosed a pendant, it shall be of great help to you should you choose to use it. The pendants name is “Diversorum Aetheres*,” I was given it in one of my many travels across the globe, it’s purpose is to take you to what you want most, no matter where it is or what you have to cross, I know this because the man who gave it to me told me he used it to get to where he was.
I am not certain if it really will grant your wish, but the man was a trustworthy one and I am sure he would not lie about such important matters. Put the pendant on and hold it with one hand and say this: Velim me tolle maxime luna et stellae caeli diversum est, educ me claro sub caelo maxime velim, me mortalium societate sumat*.” After that well, whatever is supposed to happen will happen. I wish you the best of luck Harry, and may we meet again in our next great adventure.
Oh! I almost forgot, could you take Fawkes with you? I don’t want him to be all alone and I’m sure he doesn’t want that either, after all he enjoys being annoying and cryptic too much and without company he can’t do that.
Best wishes,
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore"
Harry was shocked to say the least; the phoenix watching him observed how he let go of the letter and how it gently floated to the ground, as soon as it did though, the human swirled into action pulling out the pendant from the silver box. It was exquisite with a silver moon inlaid with different colored jewels representing stars; it twinkled and shined through the watery silver moonlight making it look magical and mysterious.
The Boy-Who-Lived smiled, not a sad one, but one full of joy and hope. Turning to Fawkes who was watching him he said, “Let’s go right now! I have all of my belongings in my pocket and we can take whatever you want!” The phoenix lowered his head in agreement, flying towards Harry the bird settled himself on the boys shoulder. Standing up the wizard headed towards the center of the room, (it seemed more impressive that way.)
He slid down the pendant, when it was around his neck he clutched it tightly with one hand and with the other he grabbed one of Fawkes' feathers, just to make sure the bird went with him. Harry chanted the words with eyes closed, the magic bird on his shoulder following example, thus neither noticed their world slip away. How the moon and stars shone a bright white, and suddenly they were not there anymore, the rooms two occupants were gone, never to return.
*Of different skies
*Take me to what I want most, weather it is under different moons and stars, take me to what I want most under these bright skies, take me to my mortal ties.
Edit 8/21/2014 (^^^^^^^^LATIN TRANSLATION^^^^^^^^^^^)
All the stuff below is nullllllllll. I'm typing to myself...... and I still write with waaaay too many run-on sentences.
A/N: How was that? This is my fist fic so constructive criticism is welcome, as well as reviews, though they are the same thing, at least to me anyways. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, I will update as soon as I can or when school lets me. Please excuse any grammar and spelling mistakes, they are not my forte. The translations for the Latin stuff is bellow, I used Google translate so if anything is wrong it’s because I know nothing about Latin,(it’s at times like this one wishes to be a roman demigod.)
Harry grunted as he tripped and fell to the ground, it was cold and hard. The frozen street on which he had been walking was littered with trash, the windows of shops were either broken or boarded over, the survivors which were very few, had all left, the memories too great to bear. Getting up he thought about the places old glory.
Diagon Alley had once been a place full of running children and bright faces, the shops filled with laughter and talk as the people bought what was needed and what they wanted. The Quidditch shop would display the latest broom and boys and girls would stand to admire it, saying every awesome detail about the latest model. Harry couldn’t help but feel nostalgic as he remembered his first visit to the entrance of the wizarding world…
The dark haired boy shook his head, clearing it of fond memories that only brought pain to his heart. Walking towards nowhere, Harry decided that he should stop dilly-dallying, and apparated to Hogsmede. Heading towards the path that lead to Hogwarts he wondered why Fawkes had pointed him towards the Alley.
The phoenix had been acting strange the past few months, disappearing for long periods of time and always coming back late at night. Then, the day before the phoenix had brought a piece of ripped paper which displayed the name of the abandoned shopping district. Fawkes had kept bothering him about it and finally Harry cracked and asked, “Do you want me to go there?” The bird nodded, the black haired youth sighed and then said, “Fine I’ll go, but tomorrow, is that okay with you?” The bird nodded once again.
Harry wondered why his old headmasters familiar wanted him to leave the castle so desperately. Shrugging it of the wizard headed to the castles front doors, walking up the steps he flashbacked to third year when he saw everyone leaving for Hogsmeade, leaving him behind.
“Just like they did a year ago,” that treacherous mind of his whispered, “they died and left, and do you know whose fault that was? Yours.” Lost in self-despair, though he did not show it outside. The eighteen year old realized that this was true, because of him Ron and Hermione died, the former from protecting his girlfriend from the Killing Curse she had not noticed, he bravely pushed her out of the way, his last words being “I love you.” The latter protected him from the Dark Lords familiar, the giant snake Nagini, they weren’t able to save her from the snakes venom, though she had been slowly unraveling on the inside from her lovers death. The Wesley’s followed soon after, Neville and Luna also died protecting each other till the end.
It had been a horrible year; students were taken out of school or lived in constant fear, and then in the end of the school year their fears proved true. The Dark Lord and his troops stormed the castle, they managed it with help from the inside, friends turned on friends, the house divisions no longer true, it was either the dark or the light. When Harry cast the last Avada Kedavra and the snake-faced bastard died, his Death Eaters left the battle field, but they continued to plague the British magical world.
Those so very few that hadn’t been killed in the Battle for Hogwarts, as the people still alive had taken to calling it, left and never looked back, their hearts hardened and broken. As the last wizard in Hogwarts thought of this he remembered his last ray of happiness.
He fell to the ground shuddering, silent tears streaming down his face; the mask finally cracking as he thought about the person whom he had cared about in the world, Ginny. The fiery redhead had been with him every step of the way, from her family’s death to Hermione’s breakdowns, from the beginning to the end, together forever. At least that’s how it should have been, until she too, died.
Harry howled to the darkening sky, the pain returning as if it were a newly acquired wound and not one from a year ago. Unbearable and harsh, he let out all the feelings he had been holding inside since that day, he poured out his soul to the mountains and trees, to the animals of the forest and the birds of the sky.
Then as suddenly as it had come the pain and sad memories left, a soothing song coming towards him, like a night summer breeze. The fire phoenix trilled softly at Harry after he had calmed down enough, and looked at him with knowing eyes. Harry wiped away the stray tears from his eyes and smiled softly at the phoenix. Petting it on the head once he stood up, murmured a low “thank you” and headed towards the gargoyle guarding the headmasters office.
Reaching the animated stone he said the password, the statue moved to let him in. Reaching Dumbledore’s office (for in his mind it would always be the old coots office, even when McGonagall took over after his death), he sat in one of the plush chairs facing the desk. Fawkes flew in after him, settling himself on his perch next to the desk Harry was facing; they stayed like that until midnight, quiet and melancholy.
Finally the silence was too much for Harry, he turned to the bird and asked what had been on his mind before the breakdown happened (something that was quite embarrassing for him, never being one to really show his emotions so blatantly). “Why did you make me go to Diagon Alley?” The phoenix trilled lightly, as if to say “finally!” Flying towards one of the many shelves in the circular room he pulled out large silver box with an engraving if the moon and sun together.
Taking it to the sitting human, Fawkes returned to his perch and watched the boy silently. Harry was staring at the box silently, wondering if he should really open it, eventually he decided to do so, lifting the smooth silver lid up he stared, surprised, at the contents inside the silver box.
Feeling a bit disappointed, he pulled out a letter, as he opened it he realized just who had written it, noticing the familiar handwriting Harry couldn’t help but feel nostalgic, shaking it off he started reading the letter the letter from his old mentor.
“My dear boy, if you are reading this then it means that the war has ended, but at a price too heavy, it is one of my biggest regrets knowing that I left this adventure at a most perilous time, but alas fate had other plans for me.
I shall will make this quick, Fawkes is getting impatient and it is almost time for our snack. In the box I have enclosed a pendant, it shall be of great help to you should you choose to use it. The pendants name is “Diversorum Aetheres*,” I was given it in one of my many travels across the globe, it’s purpose is to take you to what you want most, no matter where it is or what you have to cross, I know this because the man who gave it to me told me he used it to get to where he was.
I am not certain if it really will grant your wish, but the man was a trustworthy one and I am sure he would not lie about such important matters. Put the pendant on and hold it with one hand and say this: Velim me tolle maxime luna et stellae caeli diversum est, educ me claro sub caelo maxime velim, me mortalium societate sumat*.” After that well, whatever is supposed to happen will happen. I wish you the best of luck Harry, and may we meet again in our next great adventure.
Oh! I almost forgot, could you take Fawkes with you? I don’t want him to be all alone and I’m sure he doesn’t want that either, after all he enjoys being annoying and cryptic too much and without company he can’t do that.
Best wishes,
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore"
Harry was shocked to say the least; the phoenix watching him observed how he let go of the letter and how it gently floated to the ground, as soon as it did though, the human swirled into action pulling out the pendant from the silver box. It was exquisite with a silver moon inlaid with different colored jewels representing stars; it twinkled and shined through the watery silver moonlight making it look magical and mysterious.
The Boy-Who-Lived smiled, not a sad one, but one full of joy and hope. Turning to Fawkes who was watching him he said, “Let’s go right now! I have all of my belongings in my pocket and we can take whatever you want!” The phoenix lowered his head in agreement, flying towards Harry the bird settled himself on the boys shoulder. Standing up the wizard headed towards the center of the room, (it seemed more impressive that way.)
He slid down the pendant, when it was around his neck he clutched it tightly with one hand and with the other he grabbed one of Fawkes' feathers, just to make sure the bird went with him. Harry chanted the words with eyes closed, the magic bird on his shoulder following example, thus neither noticed their world slip away. How the moon and stars shone a bright white, and suddenly they were not there anymore, the rooms two occupants were gone, never to return.
*Of different skies
*Take me to what I want most, weather it is under different moons and stars, take me to what I want most under these bright skies, take me to my mortal ties.
Edit 8/21/2014 (^^^^^^^^LATIN TRANSLATION^^^^^^^^^^^)
All the stuff below is nullllllllll. I'm typing to myself...... and I still write with waaaay too many run-on sentences.