Hello all and welcome to my first attempt to create a crossover of Harry Potter and The black Jewels Trilogy. I will love it if someone would beta this for me but as I'm not that good at writing I just hope everyone who reads this can give me some feedback. I also will take ideas.

Disclaimer- I would like to say that I do not own Harry Potter or The Black Jewels Trilogy. The poem is not mine either as I took it from Maya Angelou. Anne Bishop and J.K. Rowling are great writers and I am only trying to make my imagination from reading both mingle.

On with the show!!!!

I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.

He inhaled the sweet scent of the wind calling to him and closed his eyes in bliss. This was where he was meant to be. High in the sky, the wind ruffling through his long, waist length hair. The setting sun warming his body and creating a happy, war feeling all over. He opened his wings wider and with one beat he was rising higher and higher. When he could touch the cold wetness of the clouds, he stopped and glanced with brilliant emerald green eyes, at the position of the sun. It was just starting to set and he realized that he would be needed to be back before his absence was noticed. Angling his wings so he would descend at a decent speed he gave the sky a forlorn glance and sighed.

Landing softly he gracefully walked through the glade he landed in and headed towards the castle looming in the distance. Reaching within himself he pulled his wings into himself. He grimaced at the feeling of the loss of the wind in his wings. When he reached the other side of the clearing grabbed his shirt and tie, putting them on and then reached over and grasped his invisibility cloak. Taking one glance back up at the sky and the setting sun, he sighed and turned back towards the stone castle. He hated that he had to hide who he was. That he had to pretend that he was just a normal human. He longed for the day where there was no more obligations and cages holding him down. Where he could just be himself and soar. He knew that he needed to break free soon. If he did not he wouldn't make it past another year. He knew he was dying. He was meant to be free. His race demanded it in fact.

When he turned fifteen he woke to the discovery of wings and a letter. He was astonished to discover that he was not human but Eryian and that his real parents were still alive and wanted to meet him. Unfortunately he still had not met them due to the spells and enchantments placed upon him. The only thing he could do was learn of his inheritance through secret letters passed between his parents and himself. He was alone, and it hurt to know that he was not supposed to. But he was and he knew that it was only a matter of time before he or his mate were of age and made the offering. Then there would be no one to stand in his or his mate's way of being together. There was nothing stronger than the desire to be together. And if there was anyone in the way, well, blood would be spilt.

Eryian were a secretive race but were notorious for being violently passionate and passionately violent. He still had much to learn about his heritage and powers. Being a wizard was nothing compared to a warlord prince. It made him laugh whenever his captors claimed to be the superior race. It was a joke and the wizards didn't even know it. Fingering his birthright red jewel on a chain around his neck, Endymion Caelestis Yaslana turned once again to the castle and cast one of his tangled webs around himself, creating a glamour of what his captors thought he looked like. With one last look up at the darkening sky, Harry James Potter walked back into his cage.