Prologue- Before they knew-
“Some people are just pure Magic, that is all”
When she was not even a year old the strangest things began to occur, animals of all kinds would flock to her parents’ garden in the backyard alike, the plants seemed to dance around her. At six years old even stranger things happen. From a young age she knew she was different. It started with the dreams, never the same although they seemed to go on forever. Walking alone through a forest glen not knowing where she was, through trees that seemed to reach for the sky. Down a beach near the water so dark and blue it rivaled the night sky. Blue flames licking at her heels sparking from her fingers. “Mummmyyyy!!” Her voice is muffled by the sounds of the blue flames licking at her legs, "DADDDYYY” The flames are spreading. It isn’t fair that these things keep happening! Why me? A cacophony of thoughts pounded against her skull. The fire doesn’t hurt??? What the... Wildly snapping her head side to side when the sound of her dad coughing reaches her ears. “Hermione! Are you in there?” Her dad hacked, as he pounded against her door trying to break it down. ” I’m scared.” Tears streamed down her face obscuring her eyesight, “It’s gonna be okay baby I’ll get you out.” Slamming his full weight into the door, finally getting through it. Reaching for her “Hermione!” the blue flames flickered out taking Hermione with them.
Her father, jean, felt tears fill his eyes. “Helen she’s gone,” bursting into the room Helen cries openly, “I thought we had more time.” Wiping her tears she nodded, “I did too.” They stared into the now empty room holding eachother
In a Place Far Away~~~~~ Isle of Lyngvi
Death had been monitoring the realm looking for the irregularities in the world that were Not Right. Settling back into his chair at the table it sighed, ”And so it begins again huh” looking towards the tumultuous waters Death signaled the snake lurking there.
“Jormungandr.” Deaths Voice was a chilling command into the depths, “One of your children will require your guidance soon.”
The Unfathomably large sea serpent reared its head breaking the icy seas water, “So you tell me, and what of the Otherrrss” Jormungand’s voice grated like gravel breaching the ice, hissing the last bit. “That is something that I have no control over The Girl will find her way,” a skeletal hand rubbed the nonexistent eyebrow crease, “The Boy Needs someone to lead the way.” Serpentine hissing commenced, “ Bring HIM hereeee.” This Bloody snake, “I cannot.” What sounds like a laugh is emitted from the serpent, ”Yesss you can he is Other.” With that the Giant serpent is gone, waves crashing in his wake. Death hums thoughtfully. I guess I could bring him, I’ll need to retrieve his godfather though.
It is time to retrieve that which belongs to the darkness.
Privet Drive. Petunia Dursely quite liked her home, not to big not to small perfect for her small family. Not including the Freak that she had been forced to take in. What a bother he was, small and gangly as the freak was he could be useful for doing chores. Cleaning up after the family as a thanks for the Dursely’s taking him in as a baby. The Freaks green eyes practically glowed green with hate the one time petunia had hit him with a frying pan when he was four. But what else was she to do when he’d given her lip asking for another portion of food. He should’ve been grateful to get any.
Harry stared up at the ceiling, being six years old sucks, it was his birthday. He dreaded his birthday present from the Dursley’s. Last year it was a mousetrap in a box, sticking his little fingers in it hurt! Shuddering at the thought of what they might have planned for this year he turned to face the wall of his cupboard. His little bones creaking in protest Harry stared at the cobwebs in the corner, at least the spiders don’t bite. The shadows seemed to shudder for a moment before a demon approached through the darkness. “Hello Harry Potter” the voice sounded as if it was made of the winds that chilled his bones in the icy winters as he shoveled the walk way. “Would you like to leave this place?” The shadow demon stared at the little boys surroundings, taking in the dirty floors, broken crayons and toys that lined a shelf a foot above the boy laying in a ratty blanket on the floor, hid crooked glasses askew on his face.
Harry stared “Are you the devil?! Am I going to hell?” A laugh escaped Death. “No we’re going to go to a safe place.” SAFE!?! Harry nodded rapidly, “I hate it here, it’s not home” death reached his hand out,”Okay let us leave then.” Fixing his glasses, Harry stood holding his blanket. Taking the outreached hand they were sucked into the shadows, leaving the horrible cupboard behind for good.