Mothers Tarot Cards, Loving thy enemy, and a scar

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Loving Thy Enemy

“Ugggghhh,” groaned Harry bringing one of his hands to rub his sleepy eyes. “Where am I?” the brunette teen asked, pushing himself up from the plush carpet into a sitting position, looking at his surroundings. It seemed that he was in a small clearing in a strange forest, and the plush carpet he was laying on moments before was actually a thick layer of emerald colored ground; to all sides were impenetrable walls of beautiful trees and foliage except for a small opening to his left a few feet off, and above him a sapphire blue sky with warm sunshine beating down on his face not at all like the hellish heat around Hogwarts. “Toto, I don’t think I’m in Hogwarts anymore.”

“Mew.”

“What the HELL!” screamed Harry, shooting into the air only to land with hard thump, Harry looked down at his feet where the sound had come from to see a beautiful red fox kit staring at him with the deepest blue eyes he had ever seen. “Oh, hey there, little guy. Sorry I yelled, I just didn’t know you were there,” Harry said and then started to tap the ground, “Come on, little fella, I’m not going to hurt you.”

The little fox kit just sat there looking at him with the same unblinking stare.

“Come on, little guy, no need to be scared,” cooed Harry, tapping his lap this time.

“Mew,” came the fox’s reply, and trotted over to Harry, hopped onto Harry’s jean clad legs and walked until he had his to front paws on Harry’s chest, his nose inches away from Harry’s, just staring into his eyes. The fox shifted his head from, side to side and studied Harry’s face and then suddenly licked the brunette savior’s nose.

Harry gave deep chuckle that caused the kit to bounce along with his chest and stomach, “See, little guy? Told ya you had nothing to fear by me. I know! I’ll refer to you as Kit,” he said, as he brought one hand up and scratched the kit’s ears in turn.

The little kit immediately started purring in pleasure and seemed content to stay there and let its ears get scratched by the dark headed teen, until, suddenly, it shook off Harry’s hand and trotted off Harry’s stomach onto the grass. It stopped at about where it was when Harry first noticed it and turned its head back and gave another “Mew.”

“Where are you going?” asked Harry, looking at the cute, little fox.

Said cute, little fox just looked at the only opening in the woods in the clearing and back at Harry and said “Mew.”

“Oh, you want me to follow you, do you?” asked Harry.

“Mew,” replied the little red kit, shaking its head up and down.

‘I can’t believe I’m talking to a fox, but what’s even more unbelievable is that the fox understands me, Harry thought to himself, as he got to his feet and walked after the fox that started trotting over to the opening in woods. As he got closer to the gap in the trees, he noticed that there was a path winding though the woods as far as the eye could see. Harry had to stop right before stepping on to the path leaving the clearing because the fox had suddenly stopped and turned around and sat there, staring at him. “What’s wrong, Kit? Aren’t we going to go down the path?” Harry asked.

The little fox just sat there and stared at him with his tail waving slowly back and forth. Harry tried to take a step past the little fox, only to have the same sweet kit, that not even ten moments ago was purring on his lap, bare its teeth, “GRRRRRR.”

Harry retracted his foot slowly, “Ok, well, Kit why did you want me to follow you only for you to stop before we got on the path?”

In reply, the fox simply pointed his head right, Harry fallowed his gaze to see a tree filled with brightly colored jester hats a few steps away. “You have got to be kidding me,” he said, looking back at the fox.

The fox just shook his head side to side.

“ sigh If I must,” he said, walking over to tree, picking up one that was green, blue, and red, jingle jingle. “Great, they even have the bells,” he said, sarcasm dripping from every syllable.

Harry looked at the tree more closely, and something caught his eye, right below the lowest branches was a sign, all who enter this path known as life are fools, and must play the part,”he finished reading.

“Well, that explains it,” he mumbled, putting on his jester’s hat. Harry gave his head a shake and heard the jingling of the bells and looked at his little guide who just stared at him until he put on the hat, it then turned and continued down the path, but not before a shudder went though the fox’s body almost like a fit of laughter. Harry was about to follow and took one last look at jester hat tree, and then grinned evilly. “Hey Kit! Come back for a second.”

The fox just turned around and trotted and looked up “Mew?” it asked in a questioning tone.

Harry bent down to where there faces were about a foot apart and grinned mischievously, before the fox could react thanks to his seeker skills Harry brought his hand around from behind his back, and swiftly brought down an orange and red jesters hat with two slits for the fox ears. “Now we’re even, Kit,” he said smugly.

“MEWWWWWW!” screeched the kit.

“No need to complain. It’s your fault for laughing at me in the first place, besides you have to put one on, it’s the rules,” pointing back at the sign.

“Mew,” snipped the grumpy kit, narrowing his sapphire eyes at emerald ones.

“No need to pout, now rules are rules, now would you lead on?” Harry asked politely, holding his arm toward the path.

With a swish of the full, fluffy tail the kit took off down the dirt covered, leaf strewn path.

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Harry didn’t know how long he had been running down the forest bordered path. If he had to guess, he would say maybe half a day or more, but he wasn’t even starting to breath heavy. The path had taken him around bends, up and down hills, hopping over babbling brooks, and wading though slow moving streams and rivers. He was keeping up with his little fox guide just fine, as if he were running on four legs just like him, until finally both he and Kit came out of the forest that looked down into a medium sized valley with a river running down the middle of it. On both sides of the river the land was dotted with fruit and shade trees, but most of it consisted of open land covered in thick, green grass and a beautiful rainbow of wild flowers. However, the most breathtaking sight of the valley was the waterfall that flowed down, which created an everlasting rainbow from the forest into a small pool before turning into a river. Harry and Kit slowly made their way down the incline into the valley, Harry instantly started to go off though an orchard of fruit trees toward the waterfall and pool. As Harry made his way to the edge of the orchard, the trees became fewer and fewer until there were only one or two fruit trees that were situated right next to the bank, some of the branches extending out over the water of the pool dropping the occasional blossom or fruit into it. Along with the few fruit trees, there was gigantic white oak that looked out of place surrounded by all the fruit bearing trees, and under the shade of the tree was a beautiful young woman with black hair hanging down over her shoulders, majestically posed with her back against the bark of the magnificent tree, looking out over the water to the other bank.

“Hello Harry, nice to see you finally arrived,” said the raven haired beauty, still looking out over the water.

“Ho- Ho- How did you know my name?” stammered Harry, shocked.

“I know all, my child,” replied the woman, still not turning back.

“Who are you?” Harry asked, unblinking, as he drew his wand, “and why are you here?”

“To warn you that you are going to die today,” the lady replied, as if she were talking about the weather.

“So, you’re a Death Eater, then,” muttered Harry, quickly raising his wand and cried “Stupefy, ” sending the spell at the woman.

As the red beam got near, she merely flicked her delicate wrist softly, sending it zooming back at its caster. Harry could only widen his eyes in shock before the sell hit him with three times the original force, sending him crashing into the trunk of another tree. He was out cold.

The mysterious woman pushed off the tree and walked over to the side of the unconscious young man, “Such rashness and narrow-sightedness, I don’t know if there’s any hope for him, or any of the light side, if this is the savior,” she said in despair, and then snapped her fingers at the boy.

Emerald eyes instantly shot open, only to see the spot by the white oak where the woman was. He tried to get to his feet, only to find he could not even move his head side to side, much less any of his other limbs. “Where are you, and why cant I move!?” he yelled.

“I’m right here, and you can’t move because I only revived your head. The rest of your body is still affected by the stunner you so rudely cast at me. I seriously hope you don’t do that to everyone who tries to save your life,” said the voice of the woman from his right, just out of sight.

“What do you mean, save? You told me I was going to die today,” seethed Harry.

“That’s because you are, if you don’t change your course of action that you plan to go by to defeat Voldemort.”

“Well, why didn’t you say that in the bloody first place instead of being all mysterious, and why can’t I move? The stunner should have worn off by now,” stated Harry.

“My apologies, and you can not move yet because, when I sent that spell back it came at you three fold, as is the punishment for trying to spell a person of my stature.”

“Who exactly are you? I never did really get a look at your face.”

“Ah, well do you recognize me now?” the voiced asked, stepping into Harry’s line of sight.

“gasp your the Queen of Pentacles!” muttered Harry looking into the stern, but kind face.

A small smile graced her delicate lips making her fair face light up, “Yes, I am. Now, if I let you go, will you send another spell at me?”

“No, Your Highness,” he said, trying unsuccessfully to shake his head side to side.

“Very well,” she said, snapping her fingers, releasing him from the spell.

Feeling his limbs come back to his control, he instantly got to his knees, “I apologize Your Grace, for my rash behavior.”

“You are forgiven, child, now do you want the answer to defeating the Dark Lord?” she asked.

At this, the raven haired teen bowed his head, “Your Grace, after what happened I don’t believe I deserve it.”

“Child, I already told you that you are forgiven, so, look at me with pride, not with shame,” huffed the woman.

Harry hesitantly looked at the elegant features of the queen’s face.

“Good, now I didn’t ask you whether you deserved it or not, I asked you whether you wanted it or not.”

“Yes, Your Highness,” Harry simply replied, once again looking at the grassy ground.

“Oh for the love of all, God’s child, I told you twice before you are forgiven, so there is no reason to be ashamed. If it will make you feel any better, I’ll let you figure it out for youself even though you were already told. What is this Harry?”

Harry glanced up to see her holding up his jester’s hat that must have gotten knocked off his head when he was sent into the tree. “A jester’s hat,”

“Yes, we both know that Harry, but what does it symbolize?”

“I don’t know,” Harry said after a few minutes.

“Think child, what or who else wears this hat that you learned about tonight?”

“The Fool?” said Harry, hesitantly.

Once again, a small smile graced her face, “Yes, and what does he symbolize?

“A long journey, kind of like…” started Harry, until it hit him, “just like I took to get here.”

“Yes, just like the long journey it took to get here, now what do you think is next?” she said, with such pride in her voice that could only come from a parent whose child just completed a great feat.

“Then there is you, who symbolizes protection of the divine,” continued Harry.

“Yes, and now the third one holds the key to defeating Voldemort.”
“But how, the third would be the Lovers, which symbolize love of the romantic kind. If that’s the answer, does that mean I have to screw Voldemort!?” spat out Harry in disgust.

“No, of course not, my dear boy, what I meant was it holds what will defeat him.”

“So far I’ve lived out two of the three cards from my reading: The Fool and The Queen of Pentacles. The only one left is The Lovers, and you already told me that I don’t have to screw Voldemort to defeat him, so that probably means another form of romantic love will work, so what is it?” stated Harry.

“You said the answer in that last sentence, Harry,” said the Queen, looking amused.

“What? I did?” asked Harry, looking confused.

“Yes, you did, or at least a type of the answer. Tell me, Harry, what is the most powerful magic in existence?” she asked, her eyes sparkling.

“Love, but you said…” started Harry.

“Before you finish, you said romantic love, I didn’t say anything but love in general.”

“So, I have to love Voldemort?” asked Harry.

“Yes, you must, that is the answer to defeating him. You have known for quite some time that you have something the Dark Lord does not, and that is love. He is incapable of love, if you do a great act of love toward him, he will not be able to handle it and he will die.”

“But what can I do? I don’t think I can show anything but hate for the bastard,” said Harry, seething.

“That’s what you said once before, but you overcame that,” she said.

“I don’t know what you mea…” started Harry, before he felt arms envelope him from behind.

“I think you know what you mean, you just aren’t willing to admit it even to yourself.”

Harry was about to deny it, but the strong arms around his chest tightened their embrace. The feeling that ran though his body down to his very soul was something he had only felt once before, when he had read the Lovers card. Harry was in heaven and thought nothing could be better until he felt hot, moist breath on his neck one second and the next firm, but soft, lips kissing and sucking the hollow spot where his neck and collar bone met Harry shut his eyes and moande in pleasure. Suddenly, the other feelings he felt from reading the Lovers card came to him: the incredible warmth, protection of a lover’s arms, and, finally, the need to protect this person to the point of dying for that person. Harry’s emerald eyes snapped open to see the smiling face of the Queen of Pentacles.

“You know what to do, now sleep,” she said, lovingly.

The next thing Harry knew, he was out of his kneeling position and sitting on something firm but cushy, and his back was leaning against something made of the same substance. Harry put two and two together and figured out he was sitting on the lap of the person who now had their arms around his lower waist. Harry leaned back, further snuggling into the other person’s arms and started to drift off to sleep and right before he would have been dead to the world, he heard a voice call. “Time to wake up, Mr. Potter,” and his eyes fluttered open.