Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ For Your Future ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

I no own Harry Potter. If I did then why would I feel the need to write this story?

 

~~~~ = dream voice… uh you'll see who it is later…

 

Chapter 4

 

~~~~Hello there dearest. How are you this evening?

 

`Uh… Fine thanks… You?'

 

~~~~Oh, I am fine. The stars are burning and the one whom seeks you is drawing nearer to you so you may meet.

 

`Oh, yeah. Voldemort is looking for me. So he is drawing near to us here huh?'

 

~~~~Not quite dearest. It will all be explained in time. Use the gut feeling in your heart and use the marking on your hip. They will guide you to us in time. Remember our names dearest, our race. Please…

 

Harry jolted upwards and fell out of the bed. He looked around and saw that he wasn't in a strange place, well one that he hadn't been to yet. He had been in the room before collapsing onto the bed; he just hadn't looked at it. Harry rubbed the back of his head as he looked at how tiny the bed he had been sleeping in. `How did I fit in, that is a mystery to me,' he thought. He just shrugged figuring that it had to do with magic as everything else seemed to.

 

Harry jerked his head over to where Ron lay as the redhead let out a roar of a snore. Harry saw stars from whipping his head over too fast. He grimaced and gently stood up to find the bathroom. He glanced over at the clock and groaned at the fact that it was merely 6 a.m. He sighed and went into the door that he figured was leading to the room he believed to be the one he searched for and found a closet instead. Harry shrugged and opened another door finding this one to be a small kitchen. He shook his head and opened the final door, besides the one that lead to the hallway, and found that he had at last reached his destination.

 

He quickly did his business and took off his shirt, shorts, and boxers to hop into the shower. As he started to climb in he caught glimpse of himself in the mirror and almost tripped the rest of the way into the small tub. He quickly gathered his senses and stepped back out to inspect the mark near his hipbone. It had grown more vivid with more color than it had been the last time that he had seen it. Harry looked up into his reflection and saw that his face had gone pale and that he was visibly shaking. He found himself puzzled by this a bit but he tore his gaze away from the mirror and finally stepped into the shower.

 

While he bathed himself he found that everything seemed to be more vividly sensual and he seemed to take pleasure in the simplest touch of the wash cloth or his hands through his hair. This was definitely something that had Harry's mind reeling. He found himself a bit disturbed by these revelations and quickly ended his shower and dried off. He pulled his boxers and a pair of blue jeans that were slightly faded on.

 

`When on Earth did I buy these?' He wondered to himself. He could never recall buying this particular pair. Harry simply shook his head and glanced at himself in the mirror again. `Nothing new this time around; thank God!'

 

“Knock! Knock, Harry. What, are you turning into a bloody girl on me?”

 

“No Ron. Door's open, by the way.” The door swung open to reveal a sleepy red head, who quickly shook himself awake when he saw his friend.

 

“Harry, mate, are you feeling alright there? You aren't looking too great.”

 

“I think that I will be fine Ron. I guess that it is the new environment that has me a little discombobulated. Nothing to worry about…” Harry had chosen that moment to put his hand right on the marking that adorned his hip. He gasped in pain and crumbled to the ground clutching his abdomen. A moment later Ron had gotten Harry up and into his bed with instructions to stay right there while he ran to get his mother or father. All Harry could manage was a grimace and a nod. He waited until Ron had left before curling up into the fetal position and promptly fainted.

 

The next thing that Harry knew was that he was being shaken gently as the Weasley matriarch asked him to wake up. He blearily opened his eyes and instantly closed them, letting out a hiss of pain as the light was too bright for his eyes. He faintly heard someone drawing the blinds closed. He attempted to open his eyes once more and this time found that he could without the intense pain that came with the light. Harry opened his mouth to speak but found that his throat was unbearably dry so he closed his moth and touched his throat. Thankfully Mrs. Weasley understood what he was trying to say and helped him sit up and try to get the water down his throat as painless as possible. Harry cleared out his throat the best that he could before trying to speak, but it was difficult as his throat was raw.

 

“What happened and how long was I out for?” Harry ground out.

 

“Almost a day Harry, dear you gave us a terrible fright. According to Ronald you had not been looking very well and then suddenly fell to the ground in pain. We can't find anything wrong with you physically, mentally, or otherwise. But here this is a sleeping potion that the mediwizard left for me to give you after you woke. He seems to think that your pain is around your still incoming inheritance so therefore it is best to be asleep for the pain. Now drink up after you eat Harry. I will see you when you next wake up.” With that the matriarch left Harry to his lunch of green beans, potatoes, and a pasta of some sort. He quickly ate that and then the sleeping potion followed by a sip of pumpkin juice and he was off to sleep once again.

 

~~~~Hello again dearest.

 

`Who are you and how is it that you know of me?'

 

~~~~I am a member of the race of ancient beings called the Reins, like you. We are only members because we are half-bloods. Your mother, Lily Evans, wasn't truly human; she was a Rein by blood somehow. We believe that she was a member of a long line of squibs. Maybe it was possible that your Aunt was the oddball out and it was she who was the squib. I don't have that answer dearest, and your Aunt is too proud to admit anything of that nature.

 

`What exactly is a Rein?'

 

~~~~We are an ancient race from which Merlin himself was from and we don't require a wand to perform acts of magic, just our spirits. However you are the exception and you know how to wield a wand but it is holding you back dearest. Personally I am an odd one as I am merely and purely an elemental. I do believe that you know what that is.

 

`Yes, but being an elemental means that you are powerful in your own right.'

 

~~~~Yes, it does. Oh dear! I am so sorry but my mistress is calling for me. Remember what it is that we spoke of dearest!

 

And then the presence in Harry's mind was gone and left him to sleep peacefully for some time.

 

 

 

Author's note:

 

Hey everyone! I am soooooooooooooo incredibly sorry for how long this took me. By the time I got around to start writing this track had let out my finals were coming up and then the day after we got out of school I broke my wrist close to the growth plate. Then I had summer school for driver's ed., shame on those who thought that I failed a class and had to take it again. I already have the next chapter partially written where Harry gets contacted again by the voice. If you have any questions for me then please email me or whatever and I also ask once again for you to be honest with me if you are confused or whatever. It won't be much of a story if I don't get responses from those who are reading this story!

 

Much Love!!

 

Starr Stealer