Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Aodhfin ❯ The Beginning ( Chapter 1 )
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By: RandyRandii 
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Fantasy / Adventure / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.04.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 746 | Visits: 332 | Status: Work In Progress
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Fantasy / Adventure / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.04.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 746 | Visits: 332 | Status: Work In Progress
A/N: I'm thinking of turning this story into an original story and publishing it. Give me feedback! This story is very odd, pay no attention to the impossibility of it. x3 Thanks! ~Randi
P.S. It's short for a reason ;3 I have most of the chapters already written out, but I need to sort them out. =3
Chapter One: The Beginning
It was a dark and stormy evening, as most of these stories start off, and all was silent but for the steady sound of a man walking down the street. Stopping suddenly; his left heel clicking loudy, echoing down the alley he stood at the mouth of. His golden hair glittered as he walked down the alley way, heels clicking once more. Bending down in front of a trash can, he reached behind it and pulled up a small bundle. He brought the bundle up to his nose and sniffing it delicately, before a grin widened on his face. "Yes” He whispered to the sleeping baby, his eyes shining, “This will do just perfect”
.§.
“Harry!” echoed through the hall, and said boy poked his head around the door.
“Yes?” He replied, cocking his head.
“Come here, if you would,” came the answer.
“Yes, sir.” He darted back into his room, running a comb through his coal black hair, letting it fall straight down to his shoulders, he turned his head, and grabbed a ribbon, tying his hair up in it neatly. He grinned and nodded, dashing out his room, and down to the sitting room.
"What did I tell you about running in the house Harry?” Came a shrill voice from behind him.
He skidded to a stop, and put on his best apologetic face turning around slowly.
“Gotcha!” Draco snickered, his hands on his hips.
“Drake! You shouldn't scare me like that!” Harry complained, brushing his hand through his hair and letting out a breath.
“I thought you could hear it wasn't me, Hazz. Sorry.” He winked at Harry, and scampered off.
.§.
“Yes father?” Harry stepped into his father's study, bowing his head in respect.
“Ah, Harry. Sit, please.” His father's hair shown in the light, looking even more golden to the shinning dark hair of Harry.
“I'd like to talk to you,” He started, fixing his gaze on Harry gently. “It has come to my awareness that you are turning sixteen in only two days.” He bridged his fingers, and looked off towards the glowing flames. “The day that I collected you off the streets, almost 16 years ago, I knew that you would be great someday. As well as that it would be me to teach you into that greatness.”
“Lucius?” A female voice floated through the house softly.
“In here Narcissa, I was just talking to Harry since it is only days away from his sixteenth birthday.” He looked up as a beautiful woman with chestnut brown hair walked into the room, her cheeks flushed from the cold of winter from outside.
“Ah, were you? I wondered when that was coming. Oh come here baby, I missed you,” Cissa swept onto her son, and gave him a motherly hug, kissing him on the top of the head.
Harry blushed, and ducked his head, “Mother...” He said, his voice coloured with embarrassment.
“Oh shush,” She said, ruffling his impeccable hair fondly, and laughing when he hurried to straighten it. “I am your mother at heart, if not in body. You'll just have to live with that. Now wont you?” She tittered a laugh again, and with a quick peck on her husbands cheek she was out the door, calling for Draco, presumably to embarrass him just as much.
“Now son, you know that we are in hard times, the world is falling into a depression, and there isn't anything we can do to stop it. It wont effect us financially, but it will effect this town, small as it is.” He leveled a heavy stare at Harry. “There is something that we have not told you my son, and on your sixteenth birthday I will show you exactly what I mean.”
P.S. It's short for a reason ;3 I have most of the chapters already written out, but I need to sort them out. =3
Chapter One: The Beginning
It was a dark and stormy evening, as most of these stories start off, and all was silent but for the steady sound of a man walking down the street. Stopping suddenly; his left heel clicking loudy, echoing down the alley he stood at the mouth of. His golden hair glittered as he walked down the alley way, heels clicking once more. Bending down in front of a trash can, he reached behind it and pulled up a small bundle. He brought the bundle up to his nose and sniffing it delicately, before a grin widened on his face. "Yes” He whispered to the sleeping baby, his eyes shining, “This will do just perfect”
.§.
“Harry!” echoed through the hall, and said boy poked his head around the door.
“Yes?” He replied, cocking his head.
“Come here, if you would,” came the answer.
“Yes, sir.” He darted back into his room, running a comb through his coal black hair, letting it fall straight down to his shoulders, he turned his head, and grabbed a ribbon, tying his hair up in it neatly. He grinned and nodded, dashing out his room, and down to the sitting room.
"What did I tell you about running in the house Harry?” Came a shrill voice from behind him.
He skidded to a stop, and put on his best apologetic face turning around slowly.
“Gotcha!” Draco snickered, his hands on his hips.
“Drake! You shouldn't scare me like that!” Harry complained, brushing his hand through his hair and letting out a breath.
“I thought you could hear it wasn't me, Hazz. Sorry.” He winked at Harry, and scampered off.
.§.
“Yes father?” Harry stepped into his father's study, bowing his head in respect.
“Ah, Harry. Sit, please.” His father's hair shown in the light, looking even more golden to the shinning dark hair of Harry.
“I'd like to talk to you,” He started, fixing his gaze on Harry gently. “It has come to my awareness that you are turning sixteen in only two days.” He bridged his fingers, and looked off towards the glowing flames. “The day that I collected you off the streets, almost 16 years ago, I knew that you would be great someday. As well as that it would be me to teach you into that greatness.”
“Lucius?” A female voice floated through the house softly.
“In here Narcissa, I was just talking to Harry since it is only days away from his sixteenth birthday.” He looked up as a beautiful woman with chestnut brown hair walked into the room, her cheeks flushed from the cold of winter from outside.
“Ah, were you? I wondered when that was coming. Oh come here baby, I missed you,” Cissa swept onto her son, and gave him a motherly hug, kissing him on the top of the head.
Harry blushed, and ducked his head, “Mother...” He said, his voice coloured with embarrassment.
“Oh shush,” She said, ruffling his impeccable hair fondly, and laughing when he hurried to straighten it. “I am your mother at heart, if not in body. You'll just have to live with that. Now wont you?” She tittered a laugh again, and with a quick peck on her husbands cheek she was out the door, calling for Draco, presumably to embarrass him just as much.
“Now son, you know that we are in hard times, the world is falling into a depression, and there isn't anything we can do to stop it. It wont effect us financially, but it will effect this town, small as it is.” He leveled a heavy stare at Harry. “There is something that we have not told you my son, and on your sixteenth birthday I will show you exactly what I mean.”