turning blue
Ch.3 turning blue
In the Mortal Realm, shit was hitting the fan. A concerned neighbour had called the police with a noise complaint. This lead to Vernon Dursley being tackled to the floor, Petunia Evans Dursley crying and being handcuffed by a police officer. Two paramedics had Harry brought in the ambulance by a stretcher.There were three police cars parked outside the house and news vans. There were reporters speaking to cameras and random citizens watching it like daytime tv.
Eventually six people appeared and spoke to the police officers. The scene was emptied and investigated by the new wizards who appeared.
A man appeared next to the six people. He had shaggy brown hair and a scar across his cheek. He wore dark pants and a light red dress shirt. The man looked at his house and the ambulance with a horrified look in his eyes before disappearing with a crack.
-//-
Remus Lupin has had a hard life, not that he would admit it. At only four years old he was attacked and turned by a rogue werewolf. On every full moon his father would lock him up, forcing him to hate a part of himself. For every Christmas he would ask to be normal. When he got his Hogwarts letter at 11, he cried with joy. There he met his closest friends and brothers. He made his own pack and finally had acceptance and he began the journey to finnaly merge with his wolf. But then his pack was wiped out in one night. Along with his cub and mate.
The following year was the hardest he ever had to live. He had to deal with the sudden severing of pack bonds and had the knowledge that his mate betrayed the pack. He is ashamed to admit that he tried to kill himself. It was only in inner wolf that saved him from death. And even then he still lived in squalor.
But then Dumbledore offered him a teaching position at Hogwarts. He got to see his cub again. Moony howled with happiness. But Sirius Black had escaped from Azkaban. His mate had escaped. His wolf was ecstatic. But he was angry. Then he saw him again. And suddenly he had his mate back. Moony could feel something different about him but Remus chose to ignore it.
It was 4:39 pm when he got the news. Something had happened to the blood wards at Privet Drive, they were broken. Which means that either Petunia Dursley was dead or Harry was. He was praying to all known deities that it was Petunia who died and not his cub. The howling of his wolf told him it was Harry but when he arrived at Privet Drive to see the ambulance drive off in a hurry and Petunia and Vernon were being loaded into the back of a cop car. And Harry was nowhere to be seen.
A crushing sense of dread filled him. He quickly apparated to the nearest hospital. After 3 other hospitals he found the one where Harry was taken to. He saw the cop from before that was at the Dursley’s. He ran through the hospital doors and ran to the nearest desk. The nurse looked up from the computer on the desk.
“Hello, I’m lo- I’m looking for the boy that was brought in from the ambulance about 5 or ten minutes ago. He has uh black hair and has green eyes,” the secretary nodded and got up from her desk. She started speaking to the nearest doctor. Her face went from pleasent and calm to sad. And he instantly new that Harry was dead. The doctor looked at him and began to make his way over.
“I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but despite all our efforts, he died on the ambulance. If you would like to see him, Nurse Abbott can bring you to him.” The nurse began walking with him. After 15 long minutes they ended up in the basement in front a door that said mortuary. Nurse Abbott opened the door. The room smelled of death and antiseptic. She walked to one of the many metallic cupboards and opened the furthest one. She pulled out a long tray that had a white sheet over a bod- no it was Harry.
“I will leave you for a moment.”
This was his worst nightmare. He walked to the side of the tray. It smelled like Harry. The sheet that was covering the body was pulled back to show his face. Oh, oh Merlin. It was definitely Harry, his cub. He let out a hushed sob. Harry was uncharacteristically pale. He had cuts and bruises on his face. Remus began sobbing into his hand.
He stayed there for who knows how long. Crying and just cradling Harry. He almost didn’t notice the change in the air. But Moony did. His head snapped behind him at the sound of people arriving.
It was three people, well two women and a boy no older than Harry is- was. The boy smiled and wales forward in an odd dance sort of thing. He went to stop him when one of the women spoke, it was the dark haired woman.
“Don’t move, Wolf.” The blonde beside her sighed and shook her head.
“We are here to help him,” she put a gentle hand on his shoulder. He shook out of it and growled at the three. The boy grinned and disappeared in a flash of light. The dark haired woman spoke again.
“Relax, Wolf, we are here to bring him back to his Hearth. You can speak to your child Queen if you have something to say.” She spokewith a harsh but seductive lull in her voice. The blonde growled at the other woman.
“Have care for how you speak of the Queen, Lyrca,” the blonde said.
“She’s no Queen of mine, Helga,” the black haired woman, Lyrca, spat out and glared at the blonde. The boy who disappeared earlier reappeared beside the blonde with Harry’s body in his arms. Remus ran toward him and reached for Harry.
“I’m sorry, but this is for Harry’s own good. He will be fine, you might even get to see him again. In the end it’s his choice.” The boy disappeared again in a flash of light. Lyrca and Helga disappeared as well but with a flash of shadows and snow respectively.
Remus stood there shocked, he looked at the door and to the now empty tray. He apparated away quickly. He arrived in front of Grimmauld Place and entered in silence.
—/HJG/—
It was a normal day for Hermione Jean Granger. She got up from bed, but on her jeans and her favourite purple striped shirt. She went downstairs and greeted her father with a kiss on the cheek and made up some instant sugar free oatmeal with strawberries on top. After breakfast she put on her running shoes and went to pick up her mail at the mailbox. She sorted the letters as she walked back to her house. She read her latest book until lunch. After lunch, her father took her to the beach to have some outside time. She returned home and did some homework for a while.
She was watching the telly with her parents when she found out what had happened that day. It was the local news station covering a story. The headline said: Family in Surrey Arrested for Abuse and Murder. The news lady spoke in front of a suburban house and 3 cop cars.
“At 2:30 this afternoon, a concerned neighbour called the police, reporting yelling and sounds of a fight at Privet Drive. Police arrived on scene to see Petunia and Vernon Dursley beating their orphan nephew. Their nephew was left orphaned at the age of one and left in the care of the Dursley’s. He was brought to the hospital with extensive bleeding to the head and multiple injuries from being beaten. It is unknown whether he has survived his injuries. Police have found multiple pieces of evidence of prolonged abuse and neglect.” The news lady reported and the news segment went back to the two hosts. Hermione got up as fast as possible and rang Ron’s number. He answered on the 2nd ring.
“Hullo? Hermione, is that you?”
“Yes, have you heard anything from Harry. Something horrible has happened.” She saw her parents look at her in worry and she wrote on the paper to look up the hospital’s phone number.
“What happened? I haven’t heard anything from him but I will ask my mum and dad. They might know,” he said quickly.
“Oh Ron it’s bad, like really bad. I was watching the telly and the news said that- oh that the Dursley’s were arrested for abuse and Harry was brought to the hospital!” Hermione almost yelled the last part. Her parents were looking up the hospitals in Surrey.
“Fuck. Ok, Hermione don’t worry Harry will be fine, he always is. I will check with Dad and hopefully he will learn something. Although be prepared for someone to pick you up. I will call you back soon,” he spoke quickly into the phone and hung up.
The next few minutes were spent calling multiple hospitals to find Harry. After the fifth hospital they found out that Harry was pronounced dead. Hermione dropped the phone in shock. She felt her heart break. The air around her thickened and the phone exploded in her hand. She could hear her parents trying to calm her but it just didn’t register. Her vision went black and she passed out.
—/HJP/—
The sight behind the door left him breathless. It was light and fire and live and acceptance and everything Harry could ever want. It was was beautiful and wild. This is magic in its purest form.
The Summer Hearth was more magical than anything he had seen before. Not Hogwarts or Diagon Alley. Through the door held pure magic. There were no furniture or objects, just a place surrounded by the same aura that he felt earlier, but tenfold. The aura held a promise. A promise of power and family. A promise of freedom and love. He closed his eyes and just relaxed in the aura. Any pain and worries that he still held were soothed.
He felt like he lost consciousness for a while, because everything blurred. He had no sense of time. All the pain from the past year was dulled to the point it felt like everything happened hundreds of years ago. All he felt was happiness and love. It was like time had ceased to exist. Like he was floating in an altered dimension. One where it felt like seconds had past and centuries.
He could feel something change in him. A pressure he never noticed lessened, his cord began to grow. It kept growing intil it enveloped him completely, like a cocoon. His skin felt like it was on fire, every inch began to tingle and heat up. His eyes burned and he grabbed them. It felt like ages before his core began to fold in on itself and pack into his body. The aura that surrounded the room snuggled tightly in his chest. He smiled so hard it hurt his cheeks.
The boy yelled out in excitement and laughed while he grabbed his arm and began spinning him in a dance. He instinctively joined in the joyful dance-spins. They spun for ages and tumbled around. He felt like he was on top of the world. The boy laughed goofily and smacked his lips on his. Harry laughed and kissed him back, too happy to protest.
“I have never felt like this before!” He said laughing happily. And it was true. Never before had Harry felt this happy. Never had he felt this euphoria or sense of belonging. The boy laughed. He put one arm behind his back and the other behind his knees and lifted him up. He was about to ask what he was doing when the previous euphoria left him. He felt weaker than when he was literally dying. His eyes drooped while he struggled to stay awake.
“Relax, Harry. You’re safe. Sleep now.” Harry’s eyes closed and he quickly lost consciousness.