Harry Potter and The Avatars of Gaia

Prologue

Gaia created the earth, and all life forms to grace the planet, she gave them all life, and the ability to grow and learn. As with all things to be gained, knowledge was the ultimate power, and some began to conquer their kin.

Gaia never intended for her children to hold power and dominion over their kin, and as such, when one became too powerful, she put the world against them, the elements and energies slowly degrading them.

Much to her annoyance, one of her children grew far beyond her ethereal reach, and so she took drastic action.

Four of her children would become her own kin.

Harry Potter sighed happily as he gazed upon the lopsided house known simply as The Burrow, home to the magical family known to all as the Weasley's. They had taken Harry in as a timid eleven year old, new to the world he had been thrust in to, and shown him love, something he had not known with the Dursley's. After lots of pleading with Dumbledore and on Molly Weasley's insistence, Harry Potter had finally moved out of the house he had been a prisoner in for years, and in to one of the two homes he knew, the other being the millennia old castle of Hogwarts. Two beaming red heads burst out of the back door to greet Harry, the smaller one wrapping her arms around him as the other laughs heartily and with a pat on the back the tallest of the three uttered.

"Welcome Home Harry, it's great to have you here."

Harry lay back on his camp bed that night, a temporary rooming situation before he moved full time in to what used to be Percy's room, the sound of Ron snoring in the bed on the other side of the room giving Harry a comforting familiarity of his time in the house before, and of his times at Hogwarts. Slowly, his eyes slowly close as Morpheus slowly ensconces him within the clasp of sweet dreams.

A light shines down on four figures, blinding them momentarily as a figure steps forward, or floats forward to be more accurate. Her softly tanned skin glowing in the darkness around them, her brunette hair fanning out behind her, the long silken tresses reaching down her full body length, her graceful figure stands before them, dressed in vivid greens and soft browns of gentle silk.

"Greetings be to my blessed children. I am Gaia, mother of all who walk the surface of the earth, and of the earth itself."

Harry looked on at the woman whose soft light washes upon him with the love of a mother for her child.

"I fear my blessed children that my action need be more direct in the child you know as Tom Marvolo Riddle. He has gone beyond my reach."

Tears of adoration slowly begin to seep from Harry's eyes, the emerald depths glistening with the pure, untainted love like he holds for his own mother figure, Molly Weasley.

"My child has forced my hand, and you four, my blessed children, will carry my will upon the mortal plane."

Gaia cups her hands to her breasts and closes her eyes, she slowly spreads out her arms as four glowing golden orbs softly flutter out, flitting around aimlessly for a mere second before rushing forth and slowly immersing themselves in each present.

"My Blessed Brethren, go forth, and return our world to what it should be."

Harry sat bolt up right, the springs of the camping bed groaning at the sudden shift of weight. Ron imitating his moves across the room, the pair looked at each other and scramble from their beds, needing to be in contact with the earth, and to feel the coldness of the air upon their skin.

Ginny sat bolt up right in her own bed, and rushed towards her door, the sound of two other scrambling bodies reaching her ears, unheeded. The three rushed out in to the large yard, followed quickly by the remaining family members, woken up by the stampede of teenagers, Molly started to walk towards the three immobile figures, stood staring at the moon but faltered, as they begin to shimmer softly. Ron turned to look to his companions,

"We are not yet complete, are we?"

Harry shook his head

"Our sister is not here."

Ginny nodded softly

"Then we must wait, she will not be long."

The three figures, whose voices echo softly caressing those present like a gentle silk, slowly set themselves upon the earth, never stopping their vigil in the silvery moonlight.

Molly turned to look at her husband and fearfully whispered

"We need to owl Albus about this Arthur, this is not normal."

Arthur nodded slowly, his eyes never straying from the three figures.

"I'll borrow Hedwig this needs to be fast and Errol just isn't as swift as he was in his youth."

Molly nodded as Arthur heads inside, looking around for some parchment and a quill.

Several hundred miles away, the bushy brown hair of Hermione Granger could be seen over the fence of her back garden. Her dark eyes cast to the moon in an unseeing gaze, her worried parents watching over her, a sharp pop draws their attention to an ancient white haired man dressed in midnight blue robes.

"Professor Dumbledore, there's something wrong with Hermione. She's just staring at the moon!"

Albus Dumbledore walks over to the young witch looking up at the moon and said

"Ms Granger, are you okay?"

Hermione looked at the old wizard with unseeing eyes,

"I need to be with my brothers and sister. We need to be together for our transformation."

Her voice catches the elder man first, he had heard many beautiful voices in his long life, yet he swore that the soft silken echo made even the song of Sirens sound like the screeching of a Hag. A snowy white owl swooped down from the clouds, landing heavily upon the floor. Albus stoops down to pick up Hedwig, stroking the beautiful bird tenderly as she hands over a piece of rumpled parchment.

"Albus, Harry, Ron and Ginny seem to be in a trance staring at the moon, talking about waiting for a sister. We need some help. Arthur Weasley."

Albus looked at the two worried muggles and smiles softly to them.

"I need to take your daughter with me. I believe I know what is happening. Don't worry, for your daughter will be okay."

The two dentists nod fearfully as Albus grasped Hermione by her arm and dissapperated.

Dumbledore and Hermione reappear in The Burrow with a sharp pop, upon which, Hermione breaks off and heads sedately towards the back of the house as Molly and Arthur rush over to The Old Headmaster.

"They're out back Albus. We have no idea what's going…"

A bright flash of pale gold light runs through out the property causing the three adults to rush behind the house.

Harry slowly opened his eyes and looked around the room, groaning ever so slightly, he cast his eyes at Ron, lay snoring loudly, faint recollections of rushing out side and a bright light. Molly eased open the door slightly and gasped happily as she saw Harry sat looking around the room with a bemused look.

"Harry, come on down stairs, Ginny and Hermione are awake too."

Harry nodded slightly before walking silently from the room.

Harry brushed away a lock of his hair as he sat down next to Ginny, noting a slight difference to her, and to Hermione sat across from him. Ginny glanced at Harry and said

"Harry, where are your glasses?"

Harry cast the young woman a confused look.

"I don't have them on? I can see just fine."

Ginny placed her finger tip upon his forehead and slid it down the bridge of his nose slowly and tenderly.

"You're not wearing your glasses, and if I remember correctly you're as blind as a bat without them."

Harry slid his fingers down his face, unobstructed by his glasses, yet his vision: perfect.

"You have amazing eyes Harry. It's almost like they're glowing now, without those wretched glasses."

Harry blushed brilliantly at the comment off Ginny, casting his eyes down as Molly Weasley walked in and placed some Butterbeers on the table and said

"When Ron finally wakes up Dumbledore wants to talk with you."

Hermione face snapped around rapidly letting out a startled gasp.

"You mean all of us?"

Mrs. Weasley nodded

"He said he wished to talk to you all."

Ron, ever the heavy sleeper and slowest to wake, awoke an hour later and whilst supping a Butterbeer watched his mother walk out, and Professor Dumbledore walk in sedately, taking a seat at the head of the table.

"I see you are all finally awake at last. I have been awaiting this moment for some time now, we have a trip to make: to the Department of Mysteries."

The cathedral like hall full of the glass orbs, each a record of a prophesy, some long forgotten, and some etched in memory. It was as they slowly reached the far wall that Dumbledore began to talk.

"These are the oldest prophesies recorded. Some were told to the four founders of Hogwarts themselves. Ah this is the one I believe."

Dumbledore looked over the yellowed label which Harry looked closely at.

"J.K.R to G.P.G Concerning H.J.P, R.B.W, G.M.W, H.J.G, T.M.R."

Hermione leans over Dumbledore's shoulder and said

"Who's "G.P.G"?"

Dumbledore smiled around at the four, holding the air of a story master building the tension.

"That's Godric Peverell Gryffindor. I suggest one of you pick it up. I would much rather remain sane, although I doubt many would say it would be a noticeable affect."

Harry chuckled slightly as Ron snorted, Ginny reached up for the orb, lifting it away and blowing off the accumulated layer of dust.

"It needs to be broken Ms Weasley."

Ginny dropped the ball of glass on the floor, letting it shatter in to countless diabolically shining shards. A tall feminine figure rose slowly from the remains, her features remain indiscernible. Her voice was gravely yet distinctly feminine and soothing.

"Two born to the family of fire, the marked one born to the family of the brave, one born out of our world. The four combined will become of the earth herself. The four will hold a power equal to none. Peace and equality will seep from them Two born to the family of fire, the marked one born of the family of the brave, one born out of our world."

Hermione's mind was running like the clappers, having already absorbed the prophesy, she was taking it apart and analysing it.

"Obviously the "two born to the family of fire" means Ron and Ginny, with all of them famous for red hair and infamous for a fiery temper. The "one born out of our world" would mean me, being born in to a muggle family, but the Family of the brave part could mean Harry."

Dumbledore nodded sagely.

"The Potter family descended from the Peverell Family, the family of Godric Gryffindor. Harry is the last, most direct, descendent of Godric Gryffindor, famed, you no doubt are aware, for his bravery."

Slowly the four had found lethargy take a hold upon them and eventually they all fell in to a deep sleep, Molly looked on to the four worriedly she slowly closed the door and walks in to the cluttered living room to see Dumbledore.

"They've all fallen asleep Albus. Are you sure they're okay?"

Albus just nodded calmly.

"The sleeping is what I expected. They won't be the same when they wake up. I highly doubt they will even look the same. They will be far greater then any of us, even Voldemort."