First things first, THIS IS NOT REALLY-TECHNICAL-ACTUALLY A FANFICTION! I just tend to have trouble with uploading on places like Wattpad, or Archive of Our Own. So I am going to write this story as something that Harry reads one summer, and it may go from there. Second thing, THIS STORY TAKES PLACES IN THE TWENTY-FIRST CENTURY! Meaning, Harry was orphaned in 2001, and went to Hogwarts in 2011. Haven't decide on the year for this story yet, but I'll figure it out! Third, in the series, I may play a bit with Harry making technology available to magic... Just so he can read the story at Hogwarts, but I don't know yet! Please give me creative criticism, and no worries about follows and favorites... I just hope you like it.
Disclaimer for entire story: I do NOT own Harry Potter, if I did, Harry would have ended up with Luna, Ron dead or with Lavender, and Hermione with Blaise Zabini from some interesting twists. As it did not, this it is not mine. It belongs to J. K. Rowling.
Claim: I DO however, own the series They Are Called Gods and the books that are contained in it. If anyone wants to use that story, be my guest, just give me credit.(And tell me when you do it. ;P)
Anything that is not written in italics after the summaries is Harry, and in italics is the story. Bold and Italics is the fictional version of me, and anything in plain bold is an AN!
One summer, when Harry was home from Hogwarts, and had been 'gifted' a piece of Muggle tech called an 'Ipod'. He is exploring this device when he stumbles onto a young Author's blog, where the person was writing the first book in a series through her blog. His interest is caught by the series, They Are Called Gods and the first book, A Being of Fire and Blood. So he begins to read...
"Fire and War, Life and Earth, Shadows and Water, Light and Wind. Those are the realms of our four gods. When we need protection or warmth, we pray to Lyn of Blood. When we need food, or are traveling the roads, we pray to Rhyne of the Fields. When we travel at night, or by sea, we pray to Anne of the Moon, and when we pray for guidance, or our rulers, we pray to Jorge of the Sun. Each of our gods are influential, and all mighty. They saved the kingdoms for the first rulers, the twins Anastatsia and Ferdinand, and have guided us ever since. The people of the kingdom have four yearly offerings required to the temples, one for each. And depending on your job after school, you may pay more."
"Mrs. Forest, where were they born?"
"In the High Realms. Now, hush. Listen..."
Harry had lain on his bed as soon as he had returned to the Dursleys, knowing that the coming summer promised to be hellish and boring. Strangely though, his family had actually given him something that wasn't cheap. It was... weird. He was now the proud owner of a muggle ipod, sixth generation. As he was exploring the interweb, or whatever it was called... he "googled" the phrase "fire and blood", just to see what popped up. He found a blog called "Apprentice Author Blog"(NOT A REAL THING, I DON'T THINK), and found the first chapter that the girl had written for her up-and-coming book, A Being of Fire and Blood. So Harry opened it, and entered the Kingdom of Hallarye.
Hi! I am ApprenticeAuthor, the writer of this blog, and this is just an IDEA(yay!) that I had the urge to write. If I get some positive feedback, I'll even continue it! Hope you enjoy 'A Being of Fire and Blood'!
In a small, one room schoolhouse, a teacher is beginning her lesson on the four gods of the Order of Four. She takes a deep breath, surveys the classroom, and begins to speak.
"Fire and War, Life and Earth, Shadows and Water, Light and Wind. Those are the realms of our four gods. When we need protection or warmth, we pray to Lyn of Blood. When we need food, or are traveling the roads, we pray to Rhyne of the Fields. When we travel at night, or by sea, we pray to Anne of the Moon, and when we pray for guidance, or our rulers, we pray to Jorge of the Sun. Each of our gods are influential, and almighty. They saved the kingdoms for the first rulers, the twins Anastatsia and Ferdinand, and have guided us ever since. The people of the kingdom have four yearly offerings required to the temples, one for each. And depending on your job after school, you may pay more to that one temple."
"Mrs. Forest, where were they born?" One young girl asks, looking curiously at the painting of the red eyed woman, who held a pattern blade wreathed in fire in each hand.
"In the High Realms. Now, hush. Listen..." She continued, voice weaving a tale of awe and wonder.
-10,000 Years Before-
A beautiful young woman with bright golden yellow eyes, and brilliant red hair is screaming. Her tanned skin had a slight sheen of sweat, and she was gripping a tall, pale man with blood red eyes, and course brown hair's hand as she screamed.
"ALSTINE I AM GOING TO BURN YOU WHEN THIS PAIN STOPS-" She is cut off with another pang of the crippling pain.
"Ember, you were the one who wanted this! I just agreed-" The man from before, Alstine, trys to calm his wife, before realising he had made her angrier.
"SHUT UP ALSTINE. YOU WERE THE ONE WHO FINISHED THE PROCESS!" The woman's hair blazes into an inferno, and she freezes when the waterweaver puts it out, and hand her a bundle.
"Ma'am, she's arrived! A healthy baby girl!" The woman looks over the baby and smiles at the father. "She's a jäeger for sure! She has the red eyes they are known for! We won't know if she has any firesmith talents, however, until she is around a fire for the first time." She glares at the mother. "If you drop her into a fire-"
The woman's hair blazes once again. "HOW DARE YOU INSINUATE THAT I WOULD ENDANGER MY DAUGHTER LIKE-"
The water weaver gasps as the small child begins to play with the brightly colored fire, gigling madly the whole time.
"I- I have never seen a f-f-f-firesmith with the ability to manipulate flames so soon after birth! Y-y-you have a powerful little girl on your hands!"
"Well, with the Head Jäeger and the Pheonix of the firesmiths for parents, we already knew that would happen." Alstine states, staring down at his child. He leans down and scoops her up before settling next to his wife, Ember, and wrapping one arm around her. "She's going to do great things, our Lyn Matrivot. She is going to be the best jäeger in the world."
Ember cuts a look over to him. "The best firesmith in the world."
"BOTH, you foolish parents." The water weaver tells them, amused. "It's easy to see that she will do both. But I personally have a feeling your next little one will be the firesmith. That little one just screams jäeger."
Ember looks at Alstine. "You are going to make me go through that again?"
"Whoa! I never said that, or even thought it! Pearlessence said that." answered Alstine in reply, eyebrow raised as he slowly moved back, holding Lyn.
Pearlessence meets her yellow gaze head on. "Yep. You'll love her so much, you'll want another."
"HOW DARE YOU! I WOULD NEVER WANT THAT PAIN AGAIN!"
"So you won't love her that much?"
"Of course I will! Why would you insinuate differently?"
"Then you will have another. If you doubt me, talk to the Fatewatchers. They can confirm my thoughts."
Ember and Alstine look at each other.
"I'm not doubting it."
"I won't either. It's not happening for at least a year though."
Pearlessence's opalescent blue eyes twinkle. "Would you like to set up an appointment now?"
"NO!" The two parents chorus.
Harry stopped, having seen that the chapter ended. He was laughing as he thought over the interactions of Ember, Alstine and Pearlessence. They had seemed real in their interactions, and he was excited to see how little Lyn Matrivot grew up. it made him excited to see what would happen next.
"HARRY! GET DOWN HERE YOU LAZY DEGENERATE AND DO YOUR CHORES!"
"OKAY UNCLE VERNON! I'M ON MY WAY!" As he pulls on his shoes, he mutters to Hedwig "I didn't think he knew the word 'degenerate'! I thought it was too many syllables!"