Puzzle Pieces.
Somewhere Else: Unknown Person
The day had been fine. Truly, it had. But the night had been strange. The rage I felt, the glimpses of the war and pain caused by it… It's unbearable. Truly, it was. And it made me start to second guess my actions so far. Do I want to have a war at my hands? I've heard the whole prophecy, but what does that mean? Is war the only answer? Or am I missing something far more (Possibly) important? Something more worth it? Could there be something out there? Maybe It's time to talk to the Goblins and find some way to carve another path.
Leaving the late Riddle Manor, I floo directly to the American branch of Gringotts, this place somehow equally as grand as the one in Britain. The white tiles on the floor shining like freshly fallen snow, the grey stone walls looking more like silver in the bright lighting, and the Goblins here equally as proud of themselves as always. I notice a child, no more than 17 walking in the grand doors in an Ocean Green, Black, and Silver armor. The chest area has these seven different colored stones forming a beautiful flower with six different colored petals, but the rest of the armor was of black armor, with silver fur and some sort of black scales, and the occasional sky-colored stone mixed in.
The child's hair, which reached down to his knees like a blanket, was slicked back neatly at the front, and he wore no helmet. Though he did have an elegant diadem worthy of someone of a high position resting on his forehead (Think one up, because it is difficult to explain). In his right hand was a wooden maroon staff, decorated with moon's, stars, beautiful stones, sashes, and wings, looking quite elegant. A small owl-like griffin was on his shoulder, pure white and proud, watching the people around it wearily as if searching for a threat that wasn't there.
The child walked over and bowed slightly to one of the Goblin tellers, the people around me whispering about the child, calling him Ironkid while others called him Henry Lokison or simply Harry. They were whispering about how this child, along with some sort of team, saved the earth from some madman. Strange.
"What is going on? And who is that" I ask, walking over to the closest human person. "You haven't heard? That's Harry, or Henry Lokison. His father, Loki, tried to take over the world almost five or six years ago, and the child was discovered to be his son a few days later. Tony Stark, a multibillionaire, had unknowingly taken the poor child in from his abusive relatives and given the child a new home in his tower almost seven years ago. Loki was discovered to have been mind-controlled by a madman, now known as the Dark Lord Thanos, or the Mad titan.
Loki was sent back almost five years ago, too. Two years ago, the kid's uncle and the child went out into outer space after a fight with this robot called Ultron, and they returned a few days ago with other heroes that lived out there; Guardians of the Galaxy or something. Stark mentioned on the news that Henry had stopped the Dark Lord and brought peace to the world, bringing back the peace to the whole galaxy alongside it. Some believe that this is the kid's way of repaying Tony and The Avengers for taking him in, while others believe that it was just a coincidence that the child was the key to stopping that madman that came by a while ago.
Henry gave an interview a few hours ago; and mentioned that his mother, which is one of Loki's female versions (or skins) with the name Lily Evans, mentioned a prophecy where he had been foretold to bring down a great dark lord, but the people of his past misunderstood the prophecy. He mentioned that he, himself had believed the version the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore had believed in. the poor child was abused because of one man's belief, what has the world come to? And the fact that no one seems to believe the poor child either…" The female started ranting, before mumbling angrily to herself, not noticing my frozen form.
"That child" I start, pointing at the seventeen-year-old talking to the Goblins "… is Harry Potter from Britain? But people say that he dis… Oh… I see" I mumble to myself, eyeing the child carefully as he turned to leave with one of the other goblins. Two years. That's how long Harry Potter had been missing from Britain. This is… Messed up. And the Prophecy? Fake? A trap. It would be best to leave the child alone for now. I need to tell my followers, and soon. Before they accidentally turn the rest of the whole world against us.
But before that, I need to talk to the Goblin's, as I need to do a blood test. Thanking the woman, I walk over to a goblin teller of my own, not far from the young child. Never did I expect the shocking discovery I was about to make…
Author note: I realized that in chapter 2, the title: A shocking Discovery, was written there. This is because that used to be the previous title before I chose this one. I just wanted to mention it in case you got confused.