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GoF AU -- Chappy Two
Authoress' Notes: Here's the second chappy, my dear faithful readers. That's all I really have to say, so....
Allons-y!
~*~*~
Everything was blurry. Not, not blurry; it was so much in focus that it was hurting his eyes. It wasn’t so much in focus to be overly so, though, just the wrong focus. It felt like he had glasses on that he didn’t need.
‘Hold on a second,’ he thought suddenly. ‘How can I have glasses that I don’t need. I’ve needed glasses for the past ten -- NO. FUCKING. WAY.’
He reached up a tentative hand and slowly removed his glasses, sighing confuzzledly when everything came slowly into proper focus after a few blinks. He shook his head inwardly, and outwardly as well. He swept a stray lock of hair out of his face, feeling it tickle his chin as he tucked it behind his ear, and froze. ‘How can hair from the front of my head be long enough to touch my chin? Only the hair from the back of my head reaches to the length of my chin, and it’s not long enough to reach to my chin.’ It was at that next moment that he thought the first rational thought he had thought since he had woken up this time, a thought that wasn’t an observation or a question.
‘I don’t think that was a dream; I have a feeling it was much, much more. I need to look at myself.’
Now that last thought of the three may seem egotistical to most people, but Harry Potter wasn’t a mirror-whore, or even did he desire to be one. In fact, he generally avoided any substance of the reflective variety in general; he disliked his face, or, more importantly, his infamous scar, fame he didn‘t want what-so-ever, just because he didn‘t die from something that had killed so many people.
His thoughts were whirling around like a hurricane inside his brain as he crept to his wardrobe and opened the right door, revealing the full length mirror that probably had never been used in the entirety of the time that he owned this particular piece of furnishing, nor the time that he stayed in the room, when its predecessor was a half-length mirror nailed to the inner door of said wardrobe, which was very rarely used as well.
What he saw reflected in the glass made him let out a shuddering combination of a gasp and a sigh, if that were actually possible, and almost made him go unconscious for the third time that night, and the first time involuntarily.
He had the fairest skin he had ever seen on anyone, and naturally wavy dark silver hair with dark and light greenish streaks a slight curl that reached the lower middle of his back in layers, and with highlights such a dark black that they were actually midnight blue, shining a sort of silvery bluish in the light. His eyes were still the same almond shape they had always been, slightly tilted up at the outer corners, but the actual colours within them had changed; his pupils were still black, but they were more of a midnight-bluish black, his irises were an emerald green that seemed to swirl and shimmer with sporadic splotches of molten silver, and the whites of his eyes were tinted a glittery, smoky silver. His eyelashes were now what most girls his age would kill for; thick, long, and framing his eyes just right. His eyebrows were also what most girls his age would kill for; naturally arched and tapering off perfectly at the ends. His height was different; he now stood at about 5’9”. [1] His arms were slightly shorter, his legs slightly longer, both were thinner, more lean, with smaller hands and feet, and longer, thinner fingers. His overall figure was smaller shoulders, a slightly broader chest, only minutely, shorter arms, smaller hands, longer fingers, smaller hips, a wider waist, slim thighs, shorter legs, and small feet, about a size four and a half or so in men’s. [2]
But what genuinely surprised him were his eight additional appendages, additions that he hadn’t had when he had gone to sleep who knew how long ago. He had two new pairs of ears, animal ears, right on top of his head, in the place where he had felt the needles the last time he had woken up; one pair of ears that looked to come from some rare type of fox, a greenish silver pair, and one pair of ears right on the outsides of the fox-like ears that looked to come from some type of cat, like a lynx, though not a large one, like a panther; the cat-like ears were a purplish blue. He had two new tails, both of them thick and fluffy, one a dark blackish blue, and the other a greenish silver, to match his new ears, in the place where he had felt the needles there last time he had woken up. On his back, from right below his neck to right above his arse and rooted just to the outside of his spine and just to the inside of his shoulder blades, were a pair of shimmering wings, rather like the kind Muggle children thought faeries to possess, the tops reaching about a third of a metre above his head, the bottoms to his knees. The wings were a dark green with wavy lines of light green and silver; they were edged in black. They appeared to be made of feathery-looking scales, but when he went to touch them, they sort of shimmered a bit and looked and felt like feathers. What surprised him was that they were no thicker then his little finger was wide, yet they looked like they could easily carry his wait and more, and with a few slightly ungainly beats of his wings, he was centimetres off of the floor in moments.
There was a sudden, yet surprisingly soft, crack that rent the silence in the room, and he fell out of the air, managing to catch himself in the short space between his beginning decent and his hitting the floor, and land in a crouch, one hand on the floor to stabilise himself, the opposite leg swept out to the side to do the same.
He threw his gaze to his left, in the corner nearest to the door, cocked his head and stared at whatever was there, whatever had made that noise, managing to somehow repress the sudden cross-breed of a questioning meow and yip that threatened to spring from his throat.
“Who and what are you?” He questioned, surprised yet again that his voice was suddenly mellifluous and a few octaves higher than it had been before. He squinted, and even with his new enhanced eyesight and the moonlight streaming into the room from the window behind him, he still couldn’t see the details of the figure, only the basic height of it, noticing that if he were standing, whatever was standing in the corner would barely reach above his knee; the fact that the moonlight was streaming into the opposite corner from which the creature was in didn’t help him any.
The creature stepped into the moonlight, revealing that it was a House-Elf, though it was unlike any House-Elf he had ever seen. It had bright purple eyes, though the irises were a dark purple and a light purple, the centre light purple and in the shape of a star that seemed to spin, ever so slowly. Its had a full head of tightly curled, wavy, bright orange hair with purple streaks down to its shoulders, and even as he watched, dark green splotches appeared in its eyes, covering the purple like splatters of paint on a tinted canvas. It looked rather young, only about as old as a five year old human with the height of a three year old, but Harry knew that looks could be deceiving, and that it was older than it actually was, most likely by years, maybe even decades. [A/N: My House-Elves look human-ish, not House-Elf-ish.] On it’s body, from the neck to the knees, was what looked to be a simple, yet slightly form-fitting, cotton t-shirt, with a lynx and a fox laying side by side on the front, their tails around the other’s neck; the heads of two little kitten-cubs sitting on their backs could be seen on the tops of their heads. [3] Symbols of some Asian language were written below them, most likely a motto, as this could only be a Family Crest. The very edge of a gently pleated skirt could be seen from under the bottom edge of the skirt A dainty little pair of Asian-style sandals on its feet completed its ensemble, the whole of which showing that this House-Elf came from a family that cared for it very much and treated it as an actual being rather than just a servant.
“Hoshi-chan is a House-Elf, Master Harry-sama, Master Harry-sama’s personal House-Elf. And Hoshi-chan is supposed to give these to Master Harry-sama, and tell Master Harry-sama that Master Harry-sama is supposed to read the letter first. And then, when Master Harry-sama is done with them, Hoshi-chan is supposed to take Master Harry-sama where Master Harry-sama wants to go in the morning when the sun is up or closer to up then right now, but only for today. Hoshi-chan will always be there for Master Harry-sama, though. All Master Harry-sama has to do is say Hoshi-chan’s name, to call out ‘Hoshi-chan’, and Hoshi-chan will be there, like that,” she snapped on the last word she said.
When the House-Elf finished, she held out her hands. In her left hand, sat a parchment envelope, with his name, with ‘Harry’ written in neat, flowing cursive, a script that he remembered ever so faintly. In her right hand, she held an overly large glass marble, one that couldn’t have been bigger than a snitch, filled with some swirling, smoky, substance that shone with an inner light, all currently unidentifiable.
Harry slowly took the letter, knowing that this was what had that niggling feeling going at the back of his head all day long. Hoshi kept the hand with the orb in it aloft as her Master hesitantly opened, and just as hesitantly read the letter.
‘Dear Harry-chan,
I’m not going to explain much here, because that is what the Orb is for. Tell Hoshi-chan that thank you cannot cover how grateful I am to her for getting both the letter and the Orb to you. She’ll know who you mean, ’cos she knows who I am. She is your House-Elf, Harry, your personal House-Elf, if she hasn’t already told you that. She’s really faithful, and she’s got one hell of a personality; she’s cute, too; think of her as a sort of little sister-type figure, ‘cos I did.
All I’m going to say is that this is in no way meant to harm you or anyone else, and that all of this is true. Also, considering where I think you are right now, you might want to take a deep breath and sit down before you activate the Orb; the keyword to it is Kitsune-Yamaneko, by the way. [Don’t blame me for the keyword. I didn’t come up with why it’s that. [Just be glad I wasn’t around craving people at the time [It’d be ‘sausage rolls with chocolate-covered Sour Skittles’. [DO. NOT. ASK.]]
Yours truly….
You didn’t really think I’d give you my name, did you? Just like your uncles, you are, you little cheater.
P. S. You can let that breath out, now, Harry.’
After his name the last time, there was a pair of eyes that had been drawn with magical ink. The one on the right was winking every fifteen seconds or so.
~*~END~*~CHAPTER~*~
Sorry for the cliffy at the end of this chappy, too, but it’s going to stay like that for the next little bit, at least until I get past the beginning/introduction part. The next few chapters might be divided into chapters a little strangely/choppy; it’s because I wrote it all as one smooth thing, it’s mostly one character’s story, and because these first two chapters are about three pages apiece, and the entire explanation is about seven. [It gets kinda long-winded in places.]
[1] [A/N: I didn’t know whether I should have made him shrink or grow, so I just said his height had changed.]
[2] [A/N: I’m going on what my shoe size says, which is nine, and the fact that in the U.S., women’s size nine is men’s size seven or so, and U.K. women’s size seven and a half is U.S. women’s size nine, and I want Harry to have small feet, so instead of taking two sizes off to get men’s size, I took three sizes off.]
[3] [A/N: Lynx have kittens, foxes have cubs, so the young of a lynx and a fox is a kitten-cub. Or a citten, or a kub. I haven’t fully decided yet. No, make that kitten-cubs. I like that a lot better than either of the other two.]
Allons-y!
~*~*~
Everything was blurry. Not, not blurry; it was so much in focus that it was hurting his eyes. It wasn’t so much in focus to be overly so, though, just the wrong focus. It felt like he had glasses on that he didn’t need.
‘Hold on a second,’ he thought suddenly. ‘How can I have glasses that I don’t need. I’ve needed glasses for the past ten -- NO. FUCKING. WAY.’
He reached up a tentative hand and slowly removed his glasses, sighing confuzzledly when everything came slowly into proper focus after a few blinks. He shook his head inwardly, and outwardly as well. He swept a stray lock of hair out of his face, feeling it tickle his chin as he tucked it behind his ear, and froze. ‘How can hair from the front of my head be long enough to touch my chin? Only the hair from the back of my head reaches to the length of my chin, and it’s not long enough to reach to my chin.’ It was at that next moment that he thought the first rational thought he had thought since he had woken up this time, a thought that wasn’t an observation or a question.
‘I don’t think that was a dream; I have a feeling it was much, much more. I need to look at myself.’
Now that last thought of the three may seem egotistical to most people, but Harry Potter wasn’t a mirror-whore, or even did he desire to be one. In fact, he generally avoided any substance of the reflective variety in general; he disliked his face, or, more importantly, his infamous scar, fame he didn‘t want what-so-ever, just because he didn‘t die from something that had killed so many people.
His thoughts were whirling around like a hurricane inside his brain as he crept to his wardrobe and opened the right door, revealing the full length mirror that probably had never been used in the entirety of the time that he owned this particular piece of furnishing, nor the time that he stayed in the room, when its predecessor was a half-length mirror nailed to the inner door of said wardrobe, which was very rarely used as well.
What he saw reflected in the glass made him let out a shuddering combination of a gasp and a sigh, if that were actually possible, and almost made him go unconscious for the third time that night, and the first time involuntarily.
He had the fairest skin he had ever seen on anyone, and naturally wavy dark silver hair with dark and light greenish streaks a slight curl that reached the lower middle of his back in layers, and with highlights such a dark black that they were actually midnight blue, shining a sort of silvery bluish in the light. His eyes were still the same almond shape they had always been, slightly tilted up at the outer corners, but the actual colours within them had changed; his pupils were still black, but they were more of a midnight-bluish black, his irises were an emerald green that seemed to swirl and shimmer with sporadic splotches of molten silver, and the whites of his eyes were tinted a glittery, smoky silver. His eyelashes were now what most girls his age would kill for; thick, long, and framing his eyes just right. His eyebrows were also what most girls his age would kill for; naturally arched and tapering off perfectly at the ends. His height was different; he now stood at about 5’9”. [1] His arms were slightly shorter, his legs slightly longer, both were thinner, more lean, with smaller hands and feet, and longer, thinner fingers. His overall figure was smaller shoulders, a slightly broader chest, only minutely, shorter arms, smaller hands, longer fingers, smaller hips, a wider waist, slim thighs, shorter legs, and small feet, about a size four and a half or so in men’s. [2]
But what genuinely surprised him were his eight additional appendages, additions that he hadn’t had when he had gone to sleep who knew how long ago. He had two new pairs of ears, animal ears, right on top of his head, in the place where he had felt the needles the last time he had woken up; one pair of ears that looked to come from some rare type of fox, a greenish silver pair, and one pair of ears right on the outsides of the fox-like ears that looked to come from some type of cat, like a lynx, though not a large one, like a panther; the cat-like ears were a purplish blue. He had two new tails, both of them thick and fluffy, one a dark blackish blue, and the other a greenish silver, to match his new ears, in the place where he had felt the needles there last time he had woken up. On his back, from right below his neck to right above his arse and rooted just to the outside of his spine and just to the inside of his shoulder blades, were a pair of shimmering wings, rather like the kind Muggle children thought faeries to possess, the tops reaching about a third of a metre above his head, the bottoms to his knees. The wings were a dark green with wavy lines of light green and silver; they were edged in black. They appeared to be made of feathery-looking scales, but when he went to touch them, they sort of shimmered a bit and looked and felt like feathers. What surprised him was that they were no thicker then his little finger was wide, yet they looked like they could easily carry his wait and more, and with a few slightly ungainly beats of his wings, he was centimetres off of the floor in moments.
There was a sudden, yet surprisingly soft, crack that rent the silence in the room, and he fell out of the air, managing to catch himself in the short space between his beginning decent and his hitting the floor, and land in a crouch, one hand on the floor to stabilise himself, the opposite leg swept out to the side to do the same.
He threw his gaze to his left, in the corner nearest to the door, cocked his head and stared at whatever was there, whatever had made that noise, managing to somehow repress the sudden cross-breed of a questioning meow and yip that threatened to spring from his throat.
“Who and what are you?” He questioned, surprised yet again that his voice was suddenly mellifluous and a few octaves higher than it had been before. He squinted, and even with his new enhanced eyesight and the moonlight streaming into the room from the window behind him, he still couldn’t see the details of the figure, only the basic height of it, noticing that if he were standing, whatever was standing in the corner would barely reach above his knee; the fact that the moonlight was streaming into the opposite corner from which the creature was in didn’t help him any.
The creature stepped into the moonlight, revealing that it was a House-Elf, though it was unlike any House-Elf he had ever seen. It had bright purple eyes, though the irises were a dark purple and a light purple, the centre light purple and in the shape of a star that seemed to spin, ever so slowly. Its had a full head of tightly curled, wavy, bright orange hair with purple streaks down to its shoulders, and even as he watched, dark green splotches appeared in its eyes, covering the purple like splatters of paint on a tinted canvas. It looked rather young, only about as old as a five year old human with the height of a three year old, but Harry knew that looks could be deceiving, and that it was older than it actually was, most likely by years, maybe even decades. [A/N: My House-Elves look human-ish, not House-Elf-ish.] On it’s body, from the neck to the knees, was what looked to be a simple, yet slightly form-fitting, cotton t-shirt, with a lynx and a fox laying side by side on the front, their tails around the other’s neck; the heads of two little kitten-cubs sitting on their backs could be seen on the tops of their heads. [3] Symbols of some Asian language were written below them, most likely a motto, as this could only be a Family Crest. The very edge of a gently pleated skirt could be seen from under the bottom edge of the skirt A dainty little pair of Asian-style sandals on its feet completed its ensemble, the whole of which showing that this House-Elf came from a family that cared for it very much and treated it as an actual being rather than just a servant.
“Hoshi-chan is a House-Elf, Master Harry-sama, Master Harry-sama’s personal House-Elf. And Hoshi-chan is supposed to give these to Master Harry-sama, and tell Master Harry-sama that Master Harry-sama is supposed to read the letter first. And then, when Master Harry-sama is done with them, Hoshi-chan is supposed to take Master Harry-sama where Master Harry-sama wants to go in the morning when the sun is up or closer to up then right now, but only for today. Hoshi-chan will always be there for Master Harry-sama, though. All Master Harry-sama has to do is say Hoshi-chan’s name, to call out ‘Hoshi-chan’, and Hoshi-chan will be there, like that,” she snapped on the last word she said.
When the House-Elf finished, she held out her hands. In her left hand, sat a parchment envelope, with his name, with ‘Harry’ written in neat, flowing cursive, a script that he remembered ever so faintly. In her right hand, she held an overly large glass marble, one that couldn’t have been bigger than a snitch, filled with some swirling, smoky, substance that shone with an inner light, all currently unidentifiable.
Harry slowly took the letter, knowing that this was what had that niggling feeling going at the back of his head all day long. Hoshi kept the hand with the orb in it aloft as her Master hesitantly opened, and just as hesitantly read the letter.
‘Dear Harry-chan,
I’m not going to explain much here, because that is what the Orb is for. Tell Hoshi-chan that thank you cannot cover how grateful I am to her for getting both the letter and the Orb to you. She’ll know who you mean, ’cos she knows who I am. She is your House-Elf, Harry, your personal House-Elf, if she hasn’t already told you that. She’s really faithful, and she’s got one hell of a personality; she’s cute, too; think of her as a sort of little sister-type figure, ‘cos I did.
All I’m going to say is that this is in no way meant to harm you or anyone else, and that all of this is true. Also, considering where I think you are right now, you might want to take a deep breath and sit down before you activate the Orb; the keyword to it is Kitsune-Yamaneko, by the way. [Don’t blame me for the keyword. I didn’t come up with why it’s that. [Just be glad I wasn’t around craving people at the time [It’d be ‘sausage rolls with chocolate-covered Sour Skittles’. [DO. NOT. ASK.]]
Yours truly….
You didn’t really think I’d give you my name, did you? Just like your uncles, you are, you little cheater.
P. S. You can let that breath out, now, Harry.’
After his name the last time, there was a pair of eyes that had been drawn with magical ink. The one on the right was winking every fifteen seconds or so.
~*~END~*~CHAPTER~*~
Sorry for the cliffy at the end of this chappy, too, but it’s going to stay like that for the next little bit, at least until I get past the beginning/introduction part. The next few chapters might be divided into chapters a little strangely/choppy; it’s because I wrote it all as one smooth thing, it’s mostly one character’s story, and because these first two chapters are about three pages apiece, and the entire explanation is about seven. [It gets kinda long-winded in places.]
[1] [A/N: I didn’t know whether I should have made him shrink or grow, so I just said his height had changed.]
[2] [A/N: I’m going on what my shoe size says, which is nine, and the fact that in the U.S., women’s size nine is men’s size seven or so, and U.K. women’s size seven and a half is U.S. women’s size nine, and I want Harry to have small feet, so instead of taking two sizes off to get men’s size, I took three sizes off.]
[3] [A/N: Lynx have kittens, foxes have cubs, so the young of a lynx and a fox is a kitten-cub. Or a citten, or a kub. I haven’t fully decided yet. No, make that kitten-cubs. I like that a lot better than either of the other two.]