Harry Potter and the Dreams of Kings
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and related characters belong to JK Rowling, Warner Bros etc. anything else is mine.
Chapter 1
The people of Little Whinging, Surrey disliked anything and everything that is even remotely unusual - which meant that the inhabitant of the smallest bedroom, 4 Privet Drive was probably the least popular person ever.
Harry Potter was almost certainly the most unusual person who lived in the last several hundred years - he was a wizard, but despite the fervent opinion of his hated relatives Dursleys, that in itself wasn't that unusual, there were many thousands of young wizards in the world. However, even in the wizarding world, Harry was unusual, for he was famous for surviving six attempts by dark wizards to kill him, all but one by the most evil wizard ever known.
Harry Potter stirred in the grip of a strange dream but this was not his normal type of dream, which normally consisted of either nightmares of the terrors of his past, ghosts of those he had lost or near prophetic visions of his vile enemies dire deeds.
But these were different.
The Tower on which he stood was thirty-seven centuries old, soaring five hundred feet above the walls and battlements of a castle twice as old. The room itself was round, pure white marble, with a solid gold griffin standing in the middle of the room, rearing up at the sky, talons raking the air, beak open and wings out stretched.
The gold and crimson drapes around the bed caught his eyes, but a touch on his arm drew his attention. A red haired woman, her dark eyes narrowed in concern, sat beside him on the bed, he drew her closer and brought his lips to hers…
Harry awoke in the morning to loud tapping on the window. He got up, crossed the room and opened the window letting in his snowy owl Hedwig. She landed on his arm, and allowed him to take three letters from her leg.
Setting the other two letters on the desk held up the letter from Remus Lupin. He and the werewolf had ironically become close friends after the death of Sirius Black over a year ago, Remus and Harry had both had a lot of grief and not a small amount of guilt to work through, and by the time they had, they had become close friends, a friendship which only increased after Sirius's will named Remus guardian of both the Black fortune and Harry.
He slit open the letter with a knife and unfolded it:
Dear Harry,
Only two more weeks to go and then you will never have to see, hear or smell (Ow, stop hitting me Molly) those muggles ever again. Our mutual enemy is still not doing anything major, which has me worried, but maybe I am just strange, well they say you can't teach old dog new tricks.
Stay Safe,
Remus J Lupin
The smartest Marauder
Harry smiled, he had discovered over the past year that Remus only acted serious to balance the other marauders, without that need he could challenge the twins, especially with some help.
He was halfway through opening the second letter when he noticed what he was using, a red and gold handled dagger with a gold Gryffindor crest either side of the handle.
Harry shrugged, and finished opening the letter, unfolding it he found it was from Ginny.
Dear Harry,
I hope the Dursleys finally learned to behave themselves, but if not you know we will be all to happy to 'talk' to them again, Ron and Hermione are hardly ever here at the moment, apparently they are studying together 'wink, wink' and anyway I have a enough to worry with OWLs coming out, but the one subject I am not worried about is DADA I guess I don't have to tell you why, after all you did get the highest score in school history, well that is it except that the other letter is from the twins, so if you can open it at a distance I would.
Love
Ginny
Harry grinned, and muttered a spell, the last letter lifted off the desk and opened in mid air, a vapour poured out and surrounded him, he laughed, and LAUGHED.
Harry realised what it was and broke the spell, he grinned and placed a hand on a spare piece of parchment and muttered a spell, writing his letter to the twins on the parchment, he also wrote letters to Remus, Ginny, Ron and Hermione (the last two with hints on what they might be studyingsmirk).
Harry dressed and walked slowly downstairs, the Dursleys were seated at the table in the kitchen, ignoring them he got himself some breakfast and only spoke to tell them he was going to sit in the garden, Vernon grunted to show he had heard.
Harry had sat outside for several minutes when a shift behind him alerted him to a person.
"Morning, Dudley."
"You think you are so smart, don't you?"
"That isn't even close to difficult around here."
"Are you calling us stupid?"
Harry appeared to be thinking it over
"You aren't so tough without that stick are you?" Dudley roared and threw all his strength into a punch at Harry, expecting as before for him to crumple and lie gasping on the ground.
Instead he found his hand stopped by a grip of incredible force, Dudley gasped as Harry eyes blazed with red and gold fire, and he whispered "Yes, I am." before straightening his arm, throwing Dudley hard against the wall, where he slumped unconscious.
The kitchen door banged open and the other Dursleys came out, Vernon training a shotgun on Harry. "THAT'S IT YOU FREAK, YOU LEAVE NOW, OR I WILL KILL YOU RIGHT HERE" Vernon yelled turning crimson.
"Okay." Harry said, eyes glowing gold and red still, he snapped his fingers, fire bloomed in the smallest bedroom, and then his school trunk appeared fully packed on front of him, hovering an inch off the ground.
"IF I EVER SEE YOU AGAIN I SWEAR I WILL KILL YOU" Vernon roared, turning redder still.
"Not if I see you first Dursley, you can be sure of that." Harry smiled, it was not a nice smile, and on that ominous note, fire bloomed for the final time, and Harry James Potter vanished from Privet Drive forever.
Harry's departure from the Dursleys remained undetected for three days, due in no small part to the fact that the magic he used was unknown and untraceable by the ministry, so when Order operatives Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks arrived at number four to check on Harry, they believed that at worst he was probably locked in his room (which wasn't new). Their reaction to learning Harry was gone, and had been for days, was shared in equal parts by the rest of the Order especially the Weasleys and Dumbledore. That night a meeting of the Order was called and the sole topic was Harry.
"I checked with Mafalda Hopkirk, her Department has been watching Little Whinging like hawks for two years after the fiasco with those Dementors. They haven't picked up anything all summer. If any magic was cast it was either above or below the range of their detection." Kingsley reported.
"How is that possible?" Molly asked.
"The Ministry detects wand signatures, and compares them to known magic wands or locations, that's why Harry got in trouble when the house-elf, Dobby, cast a Hover Charm at number 4 five years ago…"
"So what can't be detected?"
"Magic of an unknown type that isn't in their records," Kingsley paused "And magic so powerful the Ministry tracking charms, shut down to prevent being destroyed."
All the Orders eyes went wide but fortunately they were distracted by the appearance of a familiar snowy owl, which landed on Dumbledore's shoulder, he opened the letter she carried and read.
Dear Order of the Phoenix
I suspect that by now you all the circumstances of my leaving and the means of my departure more than likely caused some of you to worry. For that I apologize, but I am afraid I will not be coming back over the summer, because all the questions you have and more, are ones I need answers to as well. I am going to find those answers, but I will be at Diagon Alley on the 31st of August to buy new supplies for next year, so those of you who are coming, see you there.
Ehanur ET mabar Albus
Harry James Potter
Ginny looked at the last few lines and asked Dumbledore "Why did Harry called you that, Professor? You aren't related.
The Order locked shocked again, especially the Weasley's.
"Although that honorific is normally used for older family members, it has seen some use informally as a term applied to mentors of similarly advanced years, Miss Weasley." Dumbledore said eyes twinkling.
"What are you talking about, Dumbledore?" Molly asked.
"The closing line of Harry's letter - 'Ehanur et mabar, Albus' - is as Miss Weasley, identified a form of address which when written, includes a person's name to denote the target of the honorific"
"I have never heard that used, Professor" Hermione admitted.
"I would be more surprise if you had, Miss Granger, since it is Nareshan. Languages that only seven people in the recorded history of the world have ever spoken."
"Why is it so rare?"
"Because it is not of this world. Naresha is an ancient empire in another dimension, ruled by near immortal wizard-kings with the power of their very realms."
"What does that mean?" asked Hermione.
"They have the power call the natural forces of their kingdoms to attack their enemies, storms, molten lava, hail, lightning, tidal waves, frost, even the trees and rocks themselves." Dumbledore explained.
The Order went pale yet again.
"In former ages those fated to change the course of human destiny have shared the minds of their counterparts, in doing so gaining some of the abilities their counterparts have that they lack."
"In my case I gained knowledge of several languages including Nareshan and Mermish, and limited Legilimency and other mental arts."
"So aren't you even the least bit worried, Albus?" asked Remus.
"Only for the next poor soul to get in his way," Dumbledore said grimly.
Ron, Hermione and Ginny meet in a room upstairs.
"Why didn't you tell us?" Ron asked as soon as Hermione had closed the door.
"What, that I was having dreams that I was someone else? Why should I do that, Ron? You'd either shut me out, or have Mum dope me up to the gills with sleeping potion. Thanks but no thanks I had enough of that before my second year."
"But... it could be dangerous."
"Trust me, Ron. I would have realized by now if they were a threat and they aren't those kind of dreams." Ginny said, and then got an evil glint in her eyes. Then added with a grin. "Now, unless you want me to go elsewhere, so you can share with Hermione. I suggest you leave so we can get some sleep."
Ron blushed, mumbled and left the room very fast.
"Good one," Hermione said, she laughed quietly for a moment, and then she looked at Ginny. "So just what kind of dreams are these?"
"Some are fairly normal, some are History of Magic boring. I would have fallen asleep in those were it not for the fairy tale décor. My favorites are the other ones."
"What are they like?"
"The kind if you're lucky you have had of Ron." Ginny said and laughed as the other girl turned bright red
"I see" Hermione said, still blushing.