Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or claim to. Everything to do with Harry Potter is J.K.Rowlings. The only things I own are my ideas and my original character Wren.
Harry Potter and The Guardian of Old
Storyline:
Fifteen year old Harry has just lost his Godfather Sirius Black to the evil of the Dark Lord. Now lost and lonely, he spends his days in despair at his relatives, the Dursley's, house at Number 4 Private Drive. He was to spend his summer days there working under the furious glares of his Aunt and Uncle-at least that's what he thought until a young woman pulled up to the house one day on a sleek black motorcycle. Wren Catrin, his Guardian ever since the day he was known to be in existence, has returned from her eleven year disappearance. With her comes the adventure of a lifetime. Harry is introduced to a world that was hidden from him by his loved ones and dangers shielded from him by his peers. Join him on his journey to the dark side of life.
Chapter 1: Return of The Guardian
Night fell upon Little Whinging, Surrey like a blanket over a baby. All was peaceful and normal especially the small neighborhood of Private Drive. All the lights were out on Private Drive as should be and was respectable. All except one, the middle window of the second floor on the east side of a single house.
A lit room at that hour of the night was unusual, but of course the inhabitant of the room of Number 4 Private Drive was by no means normal. The boy, for it was a boy, was a wizard. A magical being; a human capable of possessing magic and harnessing said magic in a way that is usable. This boy's name is Harry Potter. A name that is spoken either with reverence or hatred in the Magical world. The Magical world was not on a different planet or time; it existed right before your eyes, just hidden a little.
This young boy however was a savior of the Wizarding world. He was also labeled many other names, but the main one that needs to be brought to your attention is 'The Chosen One'. The importance of that name will be explained later as I've begun to get too far ahead of myself.
Now back to young Harry. Harry Potter had just finished his fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. His worst year to date, as his beloved Godfather Sirius Black was killed by his own cousin Bellatrix Lestrange. Afterwards he was once again sent home to his relatives for the summer vacation …….
A tired sigh escaped the black-haired youth's lips as he leaned against his window watching the stars above. Although he was only paying attention to one certain star; the dog-star Sirius. When he was especially lonely he always looked to that star and it was as if his Godfather was there with him.
Ever since that…night, he had stayed up as long as possible staring at it. A tiny ticking sound brought him out of his wandering thoughts. He glanced down to his wristwatch. It read 12:03 a.m., he smiled a crocked smile, in just one month and five days he would be sixteen. Then after that just one more year and he would be free of the hell hole he lived in every summer.
He winced when his stomach growled beggingly. He hadn't really eaten any real food since Hogwarts and what he was given was sometimes a hassle to keep down. In the last three weeks he had grown a little and filled out more due to the time-consuming chores he was given to do everyday.
A loud snort came from his uncle's room. He froze and listened for any more sounds of waking. Hearing none after several seconds he slowly relaxed once more. Sending his Godfather's star one last longing look he stood stiffly and went to bed. After-all he had a whole day of work to do tomorrow; he might as well get some sleep.
"Boy! Hurry up with those weeds! You have garbage to take out!" bellowed a rather large man standing on the front porch of Number 4. The "boy" or rather Harry grumbled to himself and almost hexed his cousin Dudley when he yelled:
"Ya, and since you're taking out the trash, you might as well stand beside the trash cans so we can get rid of all the trash around here!" Dudley snorted while laughing. His laughter caused his rolls of fat to wobble. Harry was cut off from making an angry remark about the relationship between Dudley and a Sea Lion by a sleek black motorcycle tearing down the street.
It screeched to a halt and the driver pulled a 360 before swinging it up onto the Dursley's driveway. It came to a slow stop and the driver put the kickstand down before killing the engine.
All noise ceased on Private Drive. Neighbors stood open-mouthed at doors and windows ogling the new-comer. It was evident that the biker was female by her tight black leather cat suit with combat boots and a black helmet that had black glass on the front so you couldn't see her face.
The woman swung off the bike and ignoring the stares, sauntered up to the front porch where Vernon Dursley still stood and was joined by Petunia Dursley who looked ready to faint from horror.
It seemed forever to Harry before she finally reached the front steps where she stopped for a moment it was like one of those movies where a gangster pulled a gun on you. Harry half expected her to pull one out and off the Dursley's but she didn't. She just merely spoke in a slightly muffled voice from the helmet. "I have a message for the lovely owners of this household. My I come in and explain my sudden and unexpected presence?" She asked politely.
The Dursley's finally snapped out of their shocked stupor and backed up through the door. Instead of immediately following the Dursleys, she turned towards him. At least that's how it seemed but he wasn't sure because of the black glass of the helmet. When she beckoned to him with her finger, instinct told him it was he and not his cousin whom she was motioning to.
He jumped up; dropping the weeds he had been clutching through her arrival, and tried to clean his hands on his over-sized pants unsuccessfully as he ran after her. The woman was already through the door when he reached the porch. He stopped a moment to smooth his hair down and straighten his baggy clothes while ignoring Dudley's remark about him wanting to look good for the woman.
It wasn't that he wanted to look good, it was just that something about the woman made him want to look nice. He walked in after her when he was as good as he was ganna get.
He found her in the living room with his Aunt and Uncle (Dudley was still standing outside in shock). Harry stopped in the doorway when he received a glare that promised pain from his Uncle.
"Uh, uh, uh! None of that now! We're all here on business so let's act like adults." The woman said teasingly. Tension and suspense filled the room when she reached up and unbuckled her helmet. She slowly pulled it off and the first thing Harry noticed was a pile of black hair cascaded down her back. The woman shook her hair out and then turned to look at him with piercing green eyes. Immediately images ragged inside his mind.
Images of him when he was a toddler and the same woman standing in front of him was there holding his hands as he learned to walk. Others flashed by so fast he hardly saw them. Another main memory he saw was when he was five and he watched the woman wave good-bye as she walked out of the door of the house they lived in…and never return.
He remembered strangely dressed people (wizards) came and picked him up and then dropped him off at the Dursley's.Tears were streaming down his face when everything subsided. He looked up at her in shock.
"Wren?" he choked out like a child. She smiled softly at him and nodded. He looked down again, ashamed at his weakness. He jumped when he felt someone's arms around him. He looked up to see Wren's face, for she was barely taller than he was. He buried his face in his Guardians shoulder when he felt more tears coming.
"But…how? You still look the same as always." He gasped out, his voice quavering.
"I'm and immortal; an Elf. I can live forever, if somebody doesn't kill me. But this story is for another time and place.
She said as he slowly lead him to a small couch and sat them both down.
"Right, now I have to settle a few things first okay?" she finished gently. Harry nodded but refused to let her go as if it was all a dream. She turned to look at the Dursley's who were across from them on the main couch.
"Like I said before I have a message for you…from myself. For one I am Harry's legal Guardian and I will not tolerate you giving any kind of punishment to him.
She cut the Dursley's protests off with a raised hand.
"I will give him any punishment if I deem it deserving. Another thing, he will still live here for the protection spells, but I will be here for the most part everybody. When I'm not here I will know if you do anything to him and you will regret it if you do!" No arguments met her, so she continued.
"We will not eat your food; I will take him out to eat for every meal. I will buy him new clothes that you will wash and take care of.
No yelling will be permitted unless I say so. Let's see anything else? Ah, yes! No looks on his door, no bars on his window, he will have access to his wizarding items, and his owl will be released. I believe that's it, right Harry?" she asked as she looked over at him. He gave a true smile that hadn't been seen on his face for months and nodded his head. She smiled back and winked at him.
"So do you understand my requirements and that you will abide by them here or out?" she asked the Dursley's as she wrapped an arm around Harry's shoulders. Vernon Dursley's face turned purple and violet from anger as he surged his massive body to its feet.
"We'll do no such thing! Get out of my house! Why should we do such preposterous things?" Ragged Vernon. Wren fixed him with an icy glare that froze his anger it ice.
"Because I'll kill you and your family if you don't." she replied softly with an added cruel smile, and feral look in her eyes.
Harry, who had been leaning against her with his head on her shoulder had a cold chill run down his back. It seemed she noticed because she gave his shoulder a squeeze, but she never removed her eyes from those of his Uncles. Sweat appeared on Vernon's face; he pulled a handkerchief from a pocket and dotted his face.
"Alright, but no funny business, and no more threats to my family!" he burst out shakily. Wren's cold smile broke slightly and became a tad warmer.
"Right you have yourself a deal Dursley. You follow my rules and I follow yours. At least those you just made and no others." She replied as she stood up and held her hand out to Vernon. He looked at it like it was a monster before he hastily shook it. When he let go, Wren turned to him with a bright smile.
"Alright Harry! Let's go shopping!" she exclaimed excitedly. Harry smiled; he got up towards her bike. He could already feel the beginnings of a new and exciting life.
Author's Note: I would like to thank you all for reading. Also I would love for some reviews! There will be relationships later on but I'm not sure what they will be so if any of you have any suggestions they would be much appreciated! Thanks!
Dark-Angelsan