51Disclaimer: me own nihil of hp.
Summary: what if Harry's brother was announced the BWL and Harry was neglected. What if they sent him to the Dursley's and oh mi god! The Dursley's are actually nice
No wonder. No one can resist Harry's fae like look and golden heart.
i'm sorry for the really short chapter. but my computer crashe and when i got it back, the disk was wiped clean T-T and unfortunately i have exmas right now so the next update will be over about 2weeks.( probably meet hp aka shade)
thanks for all the lovely reviews
Ashes in the wind
Chapter 3:a mother's intuition
Last time
"I wish that just for once I could fly'" he whispered softly in the wind
"Why just once?" a soft voice seem to say
Harry looked around bewildered, trying to locate the source of the voice." who are you?"
A soft chiming laugh sounded trough the air.
"Would you believe me if I said that I was a tree, the very same tree that you're sitting on?"
Harry gaped "not really" and looked around as if trying to look for the source.
"don't bother" the same voice said.
In the wizarding world everything is possible, he thought.
He felt something caressing he face. He looked up and saw...
I am not gonna bother
I am not gonna try
I'm gonna stop being another
strop trying to live a lie
you make me feel so useless
you suck away my life
since when did you seem so heartless
since when is it my pain you strife
I used to try so hard
I pushed myself till the end
but you call me a retard
from mother to friend
till the role of stranger you've been assigned
till your merely a passerby
and the love I had I can no longer find
lost with all the tears I cry
a green girl weaving through the leaves of the tree.
she had long flowing hair and playful green eyes, shining with mirth that reminded Harry of spring. she was wearing a light green dress made of a silky material, like satin with a simple green lace tie.
she sat upon on of the branches across Harry, so she was facing him.
"are you real?" Harry asked bewildered in a rare bout of childishment.
she laughed, a soft chiming laugh, the one he heard before. it went accompanied with the twinkling of little bells, coming from the anklet bracelet around the girl's left leg.
'of course I am' she looked at him as if she discovered something incredibly amusing.
" I am a Wood Sprite"
she laughed once again when Harry's mouth dropped open.
'but humans, even wizards hardly see them'
the wood sprite's eyes seemingly twinkled even more. it was true, her kind rarely showed herself to humans, magical or muggle.
there used to be a time when they would play with human children and sometimes even grant them blessings. especially their higher counterparts the weather watchers, who controlled the fall of rain and bouts of sunshine would ocacionally bless the villagers crops.
but as time passed, humans fought more and grew possessive. they grew spoiled and demanded that which was freely given. when they denied their ridiculous requests, they started capturing fairies in return for the so called 3wishes, causing several hundreds of fairies to die from the overwhelming wishes that took a heavy toll on their magic core
when their was an attempted kidnapping of one of the royal fire elves, it was enough. all the elves, watchers, fairies and sprites drew back in their homes hidden deep in the forests. sprites and fairies once again became invisible. occasionally saving the odd child falling out of a tree.
but this child, he would she dare say it, intrigued her... she often saw it under this tree, drawing and gazing wishfully at the rest of his family. she saw the child letting spiders out of his room instead of squishing it or screaming for his parents. this child would help bees lost in the mansion get out through one of the various windows. he was rather adorable.
she could sense the child's innocent intentions and pure heart. like one of the rain sprites said, he had refreshing scent, one not found often in this world anymore. someone who had the heart to forgive even the worst serial killer of all.
perhaps this child could bring a change, and even if he didn't she just knew she would have a good time with him. one cannot help but hope.
she focused on the child again. he was staring at her with a feint air of disbelieve.
"and what's your name, little one." she said impishly.
he blushed " Harry ma'am."
she had to smile when she heard him call her that. he was so.. sweet
"so polite but there's no need to call me ma'am."
"then what may I call you?" he asked shyly."
"you may call me lyla. now what was that I heard you say bout wanting to fly?"
"well, it looks like so much fun, you know, to be able to fly and glide through the air. I guess... I often think I would feel free, with no bonds to tie me down, perhaps I could feel as if I belonged somewhere.." he trailed of.
"oh flying is exactly that and so much more." she whispered in his ear suggestively.
Harry looked up surprised, when did she get next to me he thought.
"yes but I guess that would always be a dream."
not with my help she thought.
"I can help you with that." she said.
he glanced at her warily, too often he was betrayed. to be lulled into a sense of normality only to be crushed when it turned out to be a sick means of play and prank. her eyes darkened at the thought.
she stuck out her hand and waited for him. no soft words of encouragement of deception, just plain honesty and trust that should he accept her offer, there would be no regrets.
it was such a intrinsicate conversation, consisting of simple body language and converse of the eyes, one of the most brutal honesty.
she would not dare betray him, not now by forcing him to come with her. no, he would come of his own volition of that she was sure. simply because he knew that she would look at him instead of through hi. simply because for once he would be paid attention to instead of being neglected and favored above all others. simply because maybe someone would care.
her eyes crinkled as she felt a small slim hand slip into hers.
call it a mother's intuition...