Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ The Fated Dragon ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

 

 

The Fated Dragon: Chapter 7

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Vision of Escaflowne. The only thing I own is the plot.

 

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Harry twisted and turned on his bed; his hands clenched tightly onto the white sheets as beads of perspiration rolled down his neck. He turned restlessly from one side to the other, face contorted into one of horror, mouth opening and closing, seemingly talking to the non-existent person before him.

 

In his mind's eye, images that he thought had been buried deep within his subconscious appeared before him once again and the fear it induced in him never faltered, just as if the events were happening right before his eyes once again, only worse. This time he knew the outcome of the series of events but was utterly helpless in preventing it from playing out…

 

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In his dreams…

 

His brother Folken was waving Van goodbye with a confident smile plastered on Folken's face. However, there was a distinct difference in this Folken compared to the one Van last saw. He shook his head as he tried to figure out the reason.

 

With a jolt, Van's head swerved upward to his brother, first scrutinizing his face then going to his shoulder.

 

`His arms, they're intact… and his eyes, they no longer have that haunted and resigned look in them…' Looking around at his surroundings, the image he received tingled at the edge of his mind, giving him a feeling of familiarity at the scene.

 

`Wait. Isn't this when—' Van's hazel eyes went to scan the spectators surrounding them. His eyes widened as they landed upon a familiar figure, one he hadn't seen for years… `Mother… NO! I have to stop this! Everything could have been prevented! If only brother hadn't gone to find that dragon…'

 

Van struggled to gain control over his body but he soon realized that it was a futile effort when the body that he was in, which he quickly recognized as his own, moved on its own accord towards his brother and gave him a huge hug before stepping away.

 

Even then Van refused to give up. He persisted in his attempt to gain at least a tiny control over his body to stop the series of tragedies that almost led to the destruction of Gaea from happening, even if the logical part of him knows that it just wasn't possible.

 

“Give it up, Van Fanel. No matter what you do here, the results will never change. The future may not be set in stone, but the events of the past are. Nothing you do will change that fact.”

 

“Then tell me…why? Why do I have to relive these events knowing that I'm powerless to do anything about it?! Why? Tell ME!” He yelled at the person he knew was a goddess; his pearly white tears sliding down his cheeks as the sense of helplessness overtook him.

 

“That's how things are. The strings of fate had already chosen their path.” There, the voice stopped before continuing.

 

“…The reason why you are reliving these memories is because of the fact that your younger self is currently experiencing these life-altering events, and subconsciously, those emotions and events are sent to you.”

 

Biting down, hard onto his lower lip, enough to draw blood when Van heard the last sentence with his mind processing its meaning, “Are you saying that at anytime, I may be assaulted by these experiences?”

 

A feeling he equated as a yes went through him.

 

“I see…” Van started to calm down before one last question entered his mind, “Then will I experience `those' changes once again?”

 

“Yes, you will. This time it may very well be a lot harder for you seeing as there will be no one to aid you.”

 

“I understand.”

 

“I hope you do, Van Fanel and I cannot impress upon you enough that your secret must not be discovered. Not until your 5th year.”

 

“Of course, Verdandi-sama.”

 

“Very well. Then it is time for you to leave this place seeing as the event has already passed.”

 

As soon as those words were spoken, the dream world started to blur. Van's eyes widened as he turned his head frantically, attempting to catch one last look at his mother.

 

Hazel brown met sapphire blue. Tears sprung into Van's eyes as he saw his mother's lips twitch into a tiny smile, directed at him as the world disappeared from beneath him.

 

End Dream

 

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Harry's eyelids slowly parted as he took in rays of light that fell on his body. The blanket that covered him the night before now lay forgotten on the ground. Not feeling up to moving, Harry lay in bed, processing the dream he had.

 

Squeezing his eyes shut as tears threatened to leak out of the corners of his eyes, Harry turned to his side and curled into himself; hoarsely whispering a word before breaking uncontrollably into a fit of tears, “Mother.”

 

And that's how Jason found Harry, lying curled up like a hedgehog, on the bed as his glass-like tears and occasionally a hiccup overtook him.

 

Not knowing what to do, considering Jason didn't have any experience comforting people or being comforted, even during the harder periods of his life, all Jason was able to do was to wrap his arms around Harry hoping that it was sufficient.

 

“Mother…Why did she have to die…Why?” Harry whispered between hiccups and what little energy he had was exhausted during his crying fit.

 

Assuming that he was referring to his mother Lily and the last attack Voldemort staged that brought about his downfall, Jason replied softly to Harry, “That just how things are. You can't change the past, no matter how much you wish to because the past is long gone; all you can do is continue living in the present and look forward to the future.”

 

Those words brought back the memories of last night's dream and the words of Verdandi. Harry didn't reply, instead he tightly held onto Jason's robe, refusing to let go until he finally fell back to a dreamless sleep.

 

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“—I'm telling you, Severus. Harry is not up to shopping for his supplies, not yet. His body is still frail and the `incident' he had this morning did nothing to help matters,” Jason argued in a harsh whisper.

 

“Jason, Potter already has his relatives waiting on him and he doesn't need anymore followers to add onto his multitude of fan-girls he has. So kindly get out of my way so I can be finished with this errand as soon as possible,” Severus gritted his teeth and a shifting sound came through the other side of the door. Although his attempt seemed to have failed as the door didn't seem to be opening.

 

Harry, who by that time was already awake, stared at the closed door worriedly; wondering if he should make himself known.

 

“Waiting on him?! Are you daft Severus?! Merlin's beard, if Harry's relatives are so kind as to wait on him, then kindly explain how the injures he had when he first appeared before me came about?” Jason asked, sarcasm clearly heard by anyone with ears.

 

His question was met with complete silence. Severus was struggling to come up with an answer which he unfortunately doesn't have because of the fact that as much as he would hate to admit, Jason was right.

 

On the other side of the door, Harry was already fidgeting on his bed; an internal debate going on between his common sense and his heart as to what should his next action be. Sitting quietly on the bed until the argument outside is finally settled or step outside and try to resolve the argument himself.

 

In the end, the brain came out top but the debate happening within him also caused his to lose track of the conversation outside and Harry only manage to catch the last part of the conversation outside.

 

“And I'm glad you finally see things my way, Severus,” Jason replied with a smirk on his face when he walked through the door with Severus following closely behind, his face comparable to a dark thundercloud.

 

Harry stood frozen, terrified, heart seemingly stuck in his throat when he saw Severus stalking towards him, black robes billowing out from behind him. Harry couldn't recall a time where he was ever this frightened, even in his time as Van. The man in front of him just seemed to inspire fear in everyone he met, and Harry definitely wasn't an exception to that.

 

Harry was quite certain that his face was currently drained of all colour as Severus stopped in front of him, coal black eyes narrowed, carefully studying Harry for whatever unfathomable reason. Severus's glare kicked up another notch and his face turned even darker; if it was even possible. He then turned Jason, fingers twitching, as if about to grab something, `Preferably a certain someone's throat,' Severus thought to himself darkly when he saw Jason's smirking face.

 

Sneering at Harry's current frail form, Severus started, “Very well. Seeing as Potter looks as if he is about to keel over any second, I suppose that it would be too much to bring him to…shop for his books.”

 

Aiming yet another death glare at Jason, Severus continued, “I'll be back tomorrow to collect him for the trip. Be glad that I'm even willing to find time in my busy schedule for your nonsensical nuisances, Potter.”

 

Severus then stalked over to the door, prepared to leave by a pre-arranged portkey, when Harry spoke up weakly, drawing his attention.

 

“Sir! If you don't mind, I would like to go buy the items necessary for school today. I mean, after all…seeing as you are already here…” Harry trailed off, courage withering at the face of Severus glare.

 

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Harry walked though the streets of Diagon alley, meekly following the imposing man in front of him, hand brushing the front of his fringe every now and then to make sure his `famous lightning bolt scar' wasn't showing. He had no desire of getting himself mobbed by a bunch of strangers.

 

`Jeez, can the people of this world be anymore like sheep? Going on their knees to worship someone because of something that happened when they were an infant? Talk about being obsessive.' A part of him sniped when he recalled the events that happened. Earlier his fringe `accidentally' parted by a `strange gust of wind that came out of nowhere'. Yeah right, Harry could have sworn he saw a smirk on Jason's face when he `helpfully' left Harry to fend for himself before Jason flooed back to his place.

 

Bumping into the professor when he abruptly came to a halt, Harry fell on his bum, jaws slightly unhinged, gaping uncharacteristically at the huge snow white building in front of him, majestic bronze doors decorating the front, and the small little green man standing in front of it.

 

`What the hell?'

 

Sneering contemptuously at the gaping Potter, Snape bit down a scathing remark as he continued walking; past the goblin and through the door without a hint of acknowledgement.

 

Eyes widening in panic when Harry saw Severus about to disappear into the closing doors, Harry scrambled to his feet and hurried into the building, but not before giving the goblin on guard a small bow of acknowledgement.

 

Enter stranger but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed,

For those who take, but do not earn,

Must pay dearly in their turn,

So if you seek beneath our floors,

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there.

 

`Makes you wonder what precautions they have in there to uphold their words,' Harry thought to himself, his eyes scanning through the words of the poem.

 

Upon entering the bank, Harry marveled at the interior. There were marble walls, and precious jewels and gems littered every other golden counter. He was so enthralled with the entire place that he nearly forgot the reason he came here in the first place.

 

“Are you done gawking at every little thing or do I have to drag you by your arms to get this trip done and over with by the end of this decade?” Snape growled, clearly frustrated at his `charge'.

 

Forcing himself to snap out of his daze, Harry muttered a quick apology to the professor and swiftly followed him through a door where they were led quickly into a cart. It seems that Snape was quickly losing all of his patience for this trip.

 

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A/N: Okay…I apologise for not updating for so long, I just couldn't find the right words to write this chapter, nor could I find the right motivation…Sorry…It seems that I keep getting myself stuck in a writer's block concerning this story.

 

Okay, I've been considering this idea for a while now. I'm thinking of starting on the fifth year right after the first year(this story) ends. The following years after this one, namely second, third, fourth, will then be written alongside the fifth one. The in between years can be written in either in flashbacks in the sequel or in a separate story. So, what do you think? I would like your opinion about that.

 

Also, I will be taking my GCE `O' levels in mid October and practical somewhere in the next two weeks, so I'll have to study, and therefore this story may not be updated until after all my examinations. Although I'll still try my best to get at least one more chapter out around August. I really hope you'll understand.

 

For those who weren't aware, I re-edited chapter 1 and 2 of this story.

 

Thank you very much to all my reviewers who reviewed for the previous chapter! I really appreciate it! ^^

 

And also a big thank you to Blades of Silver for helping me to beta this story!

 

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