Thread: Heir To the Throne - a Harry Potter FanFiction

Heir To the Throne CH 2 - a Harry Potter FanFiction WARNING the following Story contains homosexual actions and romances. if you do not like such things PLEASE do not read! thank you. CH2 Seraphim Harry was up late the next morning in the first real sleep he'd gotten in, years. He was late enough that even sleepyhead Ron was up before harry was. Harry didn't really care he was basking in the most amazing feeling he'd had since he'd first found out he was a wizard, or the time he'd first ridden a broomstick. He slowly slid out of his bed rubbing his eyes, marveling in the lack of tension around his shoulders and back that was almost always there, usually from stress. He yawned and headed into the shower to bath before heading to the breakfast table settling down next to Ron and Neville as he always did trying to ignore the gut wrenching guilt he felt anytime he saw Neville or Luna. morning Harry. Neville said smiling softly at harry who said nothing as he nibbled on his toast. Neville was recovering, Harry was not. Of course Harry had been through much more, at least that's what Hermione claimed when he'd overheard them talking about him late one night. He repressed a feeling of anger and sighed turning his attention back to the winged creature he'd seen last night. The creature with the perfect purple and gold eyes. He braced himself suddenly and drew his attention to the others at the table and everyone paused, noticing the change almost immediately. What sort of creature looks human but has wings of fire? He asked softly, hesitantly and they all stared at him for a long moment then Ron, amazingly snapped out of it first. That's a Saraphim harry. A kind of Angel... What? he demanded glaring around at everyone who was now gaping at him. They're in all of my favorite Wizards Tales. he muttered sulkily and Harry made a pondering noise in the back of his throat and withdrew once again, the table sighing. well, at least he's talking again. Neville murmured and Hermione nodded. I know, but we cant help but hope... he's always so sad... Harry suddenly felt guilty again as he slid away from the table and down the corridor. ' Like I said yesterday Harry. ' Tom stated simply, almost haughtily. ' Their just worried about you. ' Harry snarled through their mental connection and tom Pulled back out. Harry didn't want to deal with the mans fake tenderness. ' Shut up Voldemort. It's you're fault Neville and Luna where raped. Your fault Sirius and Lupin are dead. YOUR FAULT CEDRIC IS DEAD! ' he felt Tom wince, it was rare for Harry to call him Voldemort those days and when harry did he was pissed. ' yes, a lot of it is my fault. But just as much of it is yours. Not Cedric, that's all me but the others where put in danger because Dumbledore didn't tell you anything, he led you around in the dark and manipulated you like he always douse. You know that. ' ' SHUT UP! Don't you DARE try to blame this on Dumbledore! ' Harry hissed his eyes flashing with rage that made his magic crackle and ripple around him making anyone approaching him duck and race the other way. When Harry's temper got going things ended up breaking and anyone caught in the crossfire got hurt. Harry always felt guilty about it but that didn't stop it from happening. ' alright harry. Calm down your frightening the other students. ' Tom said softly. 'I'm sorry I tried to blame Dumbledore. It's no ones fault but my own. ' Tom consoled and Harry snarled and closed his eyes. How DARE Tom try to calm him down when he wanted to be angry!? ' Shut up bastard. ' Harry snarled before slamming the barriers down. Sometimes Harry forgot that Tom was the ultimate Evil and the reason Harry had nothing left. His parents dead because of him, Sirius dead because of him, Sirius who harry had thought of as a father.. Lupin though...Lupin was all his fault. It hadn't even been a death eater that had killed him. Lupin too he had thought of as a father. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair his magic dying away as he pictured those perfect purple and gold eyes once again and he shook his head, heading for the library now. Madam Pince liked him quite a bit now and smiled at him as he entered the library. Harry spent almost all of the time in the library, especially when he couldn't sleep and didn't want to go flying. He'd sit at the far end of the library, as far away from Blaise Zabini as he could. He wasn't as slytherin as the others where but he was still a slytherin and therefor a git. Especially since he was one of Draco's little followers. He was always hanging around the ferret. Well, when he wasn't reading. Hello Harry Dear. Pince said smiling at him. What can I do for you? she asked her head tilted and he smiled a little shakily before dropping it and his eyes. Saraphim. he mumbled and she beamed at him directing him to the isle of books that held everything about Saraphim. Most of them where, as Ron had said, Fairy Tales and Wizard Stories. In fact all of them but one was and it was particularly useless harry realized as all it was, was a controversial book written by two people about the why's or why not's of Saraphim existence. He made an annoyed sound in the back of his throat when a shadow fell over him and he gasped turning wide eyes to stare at Blaise Zabini who held out a small square parcel wrapped in thick paper. He said nothing, and harry hesitated but in the end took the package. So much for staying out of trouble. Zabini turned on his heal and vanished and Harry shuddered, that boy had always made harry nervous, it was the eyes he supposed, Zabini's deep slanting black eyes. He shuddered again and turned his attention downwards to the parcel and hesitated moving into his dorm and drawing, locking and silencing the curtains on his bed before he ripped open the parcel. Inside was nothing but a book made of some sort of silky fabric that nearly glowed in the semi darkness of Harry's rather terrible hidey hole. Harry could tell the book was very very old from the thin, thin silk cover and the fraying nearly snapped strings that bound the 'book' together. Typed onto the silk, in bright shining golden letters that where starting to peal was a single word, the title, that made Harry's heart thud in his chest. Saraphim. Harry swallowed hard and gently traced the letters before carefully, so carefully pulled the silk to the side and read the first page, black curly ink words printed on paper so thin it was almost see through. If You Are Reading This Book then you have either seen a Saraphim in it's natural state, or you are a Saraphim. To anyone else this book will appear completely blank. Harry blinked his head tilted to the side. Blank huh? He'd have to test that later...carefully. Very carefully. He tenderly turned the page blinking t the head title What is a Saraphim? that was exactly what harry had wanted to know. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and continued to read. A Saraphim is classified as a 'higher being' it has one of the highest danger ratings the wizarding world has, ranked up there with the Grim and the Death Reaper. But the Saraphim is normally a very calm and peaceful creature, only attacking when it feels threatened. A Saraphim is one of the highest classes of 'angel' that the wizarding world has ever known. If there are more we do not know of it. Like all 'Angels' a Saraphim is not born a Saraphim, but is born as a wizard. There is no telling who is, or is going to become a Saraphim and it is completely at random, bloodline, genetics, or hierarchy has no effect on who becomes a Saraphim. Harry paused, puzzled. If the Saraphim was born a wizard then how was it a Saraphim? All angels where like that? All he could picture in his mind where the angels muggles knew from the bible and other various religions...maybe they where the same? He shrugged and continued to read. A Saraphim will come into it's 'magical inheritance' or become a Saraphim, around the ages of 15-16. before then they are completely human and full wizard. When they do 'turn' they can retain their human forms to make living withing the wizarding world that much easier. A Saraphim was once wildly hunted for all manners of their flesh and feathers for potions and cloths as no one realized that they where sentient. Now all angels are endangered, but still hunted without remorse. If you should find a Saraphim please leave it in peace. Harry blinked a little his eyes wide. A Saraphim was a wizard, could stay a wizard. And that meant someone in the school, someone harry knew was a Saraphim. He shivered and bit his lip, trying to recall the Saraphim's face and failed. All he could remember where the perfect golden and purple eyes that had shone lightly in the darkness. Harry sighed a little and shook his head turning the page blinking a little. Powers of the Saraphim. he almost skipped it, he didn't need to know that right? But he was far too curious to skip any part of the book. A Saraphim has a wide host of abilities that make them very very dangerous to anyone attempting to harm them. Their most lethal is their ability to control flame and fire alike roasting their opponents to death or simply burning them severely. They can get a flame hot enough that it will burn even bone leaving behind nothing but dust. They can also feel into a persons soul, which alerts them to if they are in danger or not, able to pear into your very being and know your intent can be just as dangerous as the fire because they can play and twist with your mind and soul till you are nothing more threatening than a baby drooling on it's clothes. On the same note they can also help heal mental instabilities, cure depression or even just make you feel happy and giddy and alter your moods to better suite your own needs. As said before Saraphim are not evil, and any changes done to your mind or soul will always wear off with time. Even the good effects. Another reason why Saraphim where so highly sought after. They can heal any disease, mental, physical or emotional. They can even cure cancer, which has been something no witch wizard or muggle has ever been able to claim. Not even Phoenix tears can cure cancer, a potion made with the feather of a Saraphim is said to be able to heal anything. On top of all that they can also cause mild memory glitches, such as an inability to remember the Saraphim's face or any distinguishing marks upon it's body, well THAT explained a lot. harry sighed and shook his head smiling a little when he realized the Saraphim had temporarily fixed his depression. He was glad for that. Now he could keep himself back out of it. Well, so he hoped. He turned the page and cocked his head to the side now more than just curious. On the top of the page written in the same lettering as all the other pages was. Saraphim Mating Behaviors Harry shivered and swallowed a little bending close to read the words. A Saraphim mates to one person and only to one person, this is excluding all people who they may have 'slept with' before their magical inheritance. Once mated with someone the Saraphim will be mated for life, Before they mate they will try and seduce or court you. Their attitudes and behaviors will change to better suite their 'chosen's' needs or wants or simply their chosen's personality. They will be kind to you and often very sweet depending on their own unique personalities. They will often gift you with things that they feel you would like the most. In the 14'th century a Saraphim gifted a Chinese emperor with a tamed dragon. It is said that the dragon is still protecting the emperors area of land despite it no longer existing. Harry smothered a laugh, that poor dragon. He supposed the emperor must have loved it, he bet Hagrid would have too. A real TAME dragon. Who'd have ever thought of such a thing? He shook his head, amused with himself and turned his attention back to the book licking paper dry lips. He should have remembered to bring some water. A Seraphim's first gift is, more often than not this very book. Harry jerked, startled his breath hitching with surprise and he nearly slammed the book shut. Instead he slid from his bed and got himself a glass of water to calm down. Was he being courted by a Saraphim!? Merlin he hoped not. Don't get him wrong he'd love to have someone love him but he'd get the poor thing killed. Voldemort would kill the Angel, the Saraphim and then Harry would be alone again. He sighed softly and shook his head crawling back into his bed to finish reading. Once the Saraphim initiated the courting ritual they must keep courting until you either accept or deny it's advances. If it is not successful in wooing you, and you deem it unworthy it will die. Harry swallowed hard. Attempting to fool the Saraphim into thinking you love it to spare it's life will not work either so don't bother trying it. You either love it or you don't and you shouldn't feel guilty about any Saraphim death. well there went Harry's idea of simply ignoring it. He groaned a little and shut the book as people began to trickle into the Common room and he himself made a quick disappearance. He wasn't depressed anymore but he'd always been anti social. He wandered the halls all night reading the book off and on but one page in particular gave him the chills. It was a page on the top said Prophecy . all harry could read, the rest was all blocked out by spilled ink, was. Heir to the Throne...Saraphim Wings...And Foe is friend, to he who should be dead. it was not a long prophecy, at east the bits he could read anyway, but it gave him the creeps. Probably because of his own experiences with Prophecies. He sighed a little and headed back up to the common room to sleep. Not noticing bright purple and Gold eyes watching him from behind.