Post by Nia on Aug 6, 2007 19:01:09 GMT -5
OKay, well, I considered this an AU story. However, if you think it's an Independent Harry fic, let me know.
Prologue
After years of searching, he had finally found where the boy lived. A weight had lifted from him, but only once he had the boy could he truly relax.
The man seemed normal enough, dressed in tan pants, a dark green shirt with a faded look to it, and loafers. His hair was combed neatly and his brown eyes were mysteriously soft, but dangerous at the same time. His smile was warm and welcoming, but a biting sneer could replace it in a blink of an eye. No one on Privet Drive had ever seen this man before and many had watched him casually walk away and into the distance.
Once dark had blanketed the sky and the street had fallen into a peaceful, dream-filled, he reappeared again. This time he was dressed far from normal. He wore a dark green cloak with silver lining and a pointing hat in the same color and trim. His kind face was replaced with a determined look as he headed towards number Four. He closed his eyes and felt the tingle wash over his body as he became invisible, something very hard for even the best of his kind to do. He apparated inside and began his search. He checked every nook and cranny of that house for he had heard of the type of people the Dursley’s were.
Finding no sign, he headed upstairs. He looked in every room and, with the exception of a very large form of what looked like a young boy, he found no sign of the boy he needed. Frustrated, he went to the adult’s room. Using Occlumency, he looked into the woman’s mind and with minimal searching, he found his answer. Angry, he quickly disapparated from the house to the nearby woods. He let out an angry scream.
There was no use of searching more that night and he quickly apparated to his own home. Salis Sorin would have to patiently wait for morning. It would be a long day, for there were many orphanages.
Salis Sorin drifted easily into the sleep that called to him, not knowing that the young boy he was searching for lay awake in his bed dreaming of the day he would leave the horrible place he was forced to call home.
Prologue
After years of searching, he had finally found where the boy lived. A weight had lifted from him, but only once he had the boy could he truly relax.
The man seemed normal enough, dressed in tan pants, a dark green shirt with a faded look to it, and loafers. His hair was combed neatly and his brown eyes were mysteriously soft, but dangerous at the same time. His smile was warm and welcoming, but a biting sneer could replace it in a blink of an eye. No one on Privet Drive had ever seen this man before and many had watched him casually walk away and into the distance.
Once dark had blanketed the sky and the street had fallen into a peaceful, dream-filled, he reappeared again. This time he was dressed far from normal. He wore a dark green cloak with silver lining and a pointing hat in the same color and trim. His kind face was replaced with a determined look as he headed towards number Four. He closed his eyes and felt the tingle wash over his body as he became invisible, something very hard for even the best of his kind to do. He apparated inside and began his search. He checked every nook and cranny of that house for he had heard of the type of people the Dursley’s were.
Finding no sign, he headed upstairs. He looked in every room and, with the exception of a very large form of what looked like a young boy, he found no sign of the boy he needed. Frustrated, he went to the adult’s room. Using Occlumency, he looked into the woman’s mind and with minimal searching, he found his answer. Angry, he quickly disapparated from the house to the nearby woods. He let out an angry scream.
There was no use of searching more that night and he quickly apparated to his own home. Salis Sorin would have to patiently wait for morning. It would be a long day, for there were many orphanages.
Salis Sorin drifted easily into the sleep that called to him, not knowing that the young boy he was searching for lay awake in his bed dreaming of the day he would leave the horrible place he was forced to call home.
