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The Realms forgotten childern
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,110
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Realms forgotten childern
Hey guys!! To the people who have read this story before, long time no see. To others who haven't welcome!
Warning: This boy+boy, slash, yaoi. Don't like, dont' read, I will only laugh at the flames and place
them on the heading of the next chapter for everyone else to laugh at as while.
Also I own nothing and no one but the characters of my own design.
On with the story.
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Chapter 1: Harry is alive!!
Mika groaned in annoyance as the tapping, which had woken her at three in the morning, transfered from
her front door to her bedroom window. Needless to say, that was a little harder to ignore. 'Whoever this
is, they have a deathwish,' she thought, as she tore the blankets off with a low growl. She ignored the aches
and pains of her body as she stormed to the window and opened it furiously, only to step back in shock
as an irritated brown owl flew through the now open window and settled on her desk to glare at her.
Mika blinked slowly and turned to face her feathered visitor, all anger gone from her body. She frowned and
then glared, some anger returning, as the bird held it's leg out, a small letter in it's talons. Mika had
received several letters in this manner, the last one had been almost tweleve years ago from one Albus
Dumbleodre, telling her that her sister, brother-in-law, and baby nephew were dead.
She had locked herself away that night, haveing no wish to see anyone. Sorrow and then anger had washed
through her in waves that she had no desire to suppress. Her sister, her beautiful sister was gone.
Lily and her husband, James had sent her many letters and even a picture of Harry after he was born.
Mika had fallen love with the boy and still carried the picture in a silver locket in her pocket. She had set
out to learn everthing she could about Lily's world, after she had recovered from her grief. Every end turned
out to be a dead end and Mika soon began to think the wizards don't want to find anything about her sister
world or her sister herself at all.
A hoot from the owl recalled her attention back to the present. She glanced back to the bird, who hooted again,
as if to say, 'hurry up.'
Mika sighed and approched the owl, talking softly. "I am sorry I ignored you, little one. This last mission was
a bit more trying then others I have been assigned. I have not received a letter from the wizarding world in
some time." She relieved the owl of the letter and held her arm out. The bird looked at the offered arm before
hopping on the offered limb.
"You can go or stay," Mika said as she turned to the window and an old birds post in the corner of the room. It
had been Lily's idea to get one, and Mika had yet to get rid of it, which considering the owl had just left her arm
and was settling on said post to sleep.
Mika smiled and then turned her attention to the letter in her hand. Her glare returned as she thought of the
people and places behind the little letter and it's odd carrier. What could be soon important that they would
bother her now? 'Well, one way to find out,' she thought, opening the letter and reading quickly.
Dear Mika Nightblade,
I hope you can forgive me for this late letter, but intill recently I have had noway to send word to you. I can
imagine Headmaster Dumbledore has told you of your sisters and her husbands deaths, but your nephew, Harry
Potter is alive. Your other sister, Petunia Dursley has him at the address below. He will be thirteen in a week I
think. He is also in grave danger and needs you.
A family friend.
#4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging Surrey
England
Mika had to read the letter three more times before it sank in. Her nephew was alive and needed her. She closed her
dark blue-green eyes and ran a hand through her dark red, almost black hair with a sleeping smile. London was
said to be really nice this time of year.
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And that is chapter 1, Be sure to let me know what you think> A cookie and rose for anyone that reveiws
Lena Silverwing
Warning: This boy+boy, slash, yaoi. Don't like, dont' read, I will only laugh at the flames and place
them on the heading of the next chapter for everyone else to laugh at as while.
Also I own nothing and no one but the characters of my own design.
On with the story.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
Chapter 1: Harry is alive!!
Mika groaned in annoyance as the tapping, which had woken her at three in the morning, transfered from
her front door to her bedroom window. Needless to say, that was a little harder to ignore. 'Whoever this
is, they have a deathwish,' she thought, as she tore the blankets off with a low growl. She ignored the aches
and pains of her body as she stormed to the window and opened it furiously, only to step back in shock
as an irritated brown owl flew through the now open window and settled on her desk to glare at her.
Mika blinked slowly and turned to face her feathered visitor, all anger gone from her body. She frowned and
then glared, some anger returning, as the bird held it's leg out, a small letter in it's talons. Mika had
received several letters in this manner, the last one had been almost tweleve years ago from one Albus
Dumbleodre, telling her that her sister, brother-in-law, and baby nephew were dead.
She had locked herself away that night, haveing no wish to see anyone. Sorrow and then anger had washed
through her in waves that she had no desire to suppress. Her sister, her beautiful sister was gone.
Lily and her husband, James had sent her many letters and even a picture of Harry after he was born.
Mika had fallen love with the boy and still carried the picture in a silver locket in her pocket. She had set
out to learn everthing she could about Lily's world, after she had recovered from her grief. Every end turned
out to be a dead end and Mika soon began to think the wizards don't want to find anything about her sister
world or her sister herself at all.
A hoot from the owl recalled her attention back to the present. She glanced back to the bird, who hooted again,
as if to say, 'hurry up.'
Mika sighed and approched the owl, talking softly. "I am sorry I ignored you, little one. This last mission was
a bit more trying then others I have been assigned. I have not received a letter from the wizarding world in
some time." She relieved the owl of the letter and held her arm out. The bird looked at the offered arm before
hopping on the offered limb.
"You can go or stay," Mika said as she turned to the window and an old birds post in the corner of the room. It
had been Lily's idea to get one, and Mika had yet to get rid of it, which considering the owl had just left her arm
and was settling on said post to sleep.
Mika smiled and then turned her attention to the letter in her hand. Her glare returned as she thought of the
people and places behind the little letter and it's odd carrier. What could be soon important that they would
bother her now? 'Well, one way to find out,' she thought, opening the letter and reading quickly.
Dear Mika Nightblade,
I hope you can forgive me for this late letter, but intill recently I have had noway to send word to you. I can
imagine Headmaster Dumbledore has told you of your sisters and her husbands deaths, but your nephew, Harry
Potter is alive. Your other sister, Petunia Dursley has him at the address below. He will be thirteen in a week I
think. He is also in grave danger and needs you.
A family friend.
#4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging Surrey
England
Mika had to read the letter three more times before it sank in. Her nephew was alive and needed her. She closed her
dark blue-green eyes and ran a hand through her dark red, almost black hair with a sleeping smile. London was
said to be really nice this time of year.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
And that is chapter 1, Be sure to let me know what you think> A cookie and rose for anyone that reveiws
Lena Silverwing