Prophesied

~Chapter 1~

Depression

I GOT ACCEPTED! I am going to Hogwarts! God, I can't even begin to explain how amazed I am. Hogwarts has everything. Dumbeldore, the best library, the best Defense Against the Dark Arts program, the best Potions professor, everything.

Including Harry Potter.

What witch or wizard doesn't wish to know him? To meet him and listen to his tales, to just be in his presence would be purely magical.

But my reasons differ from the worlds. I have one very specific reason for wanting to meet the Boy-Who-Lived.

You see, the both of us are singled out. Me because of my blood, and him because of his scar. I'm a half-breed as they call us. Most likely the only one of my kind. My two species never mix. My parents were the exception.

But my father was not so happy to have his only living child carted off to Merry Olde England.

"He is there," he insisted. His sapphire blue eyes held so much worry.

"I know that father," I told him. "I'm not afraid of Him. Dumbeldore is the only one He fears, and he is where I'll be."

"The magic of our people may not protect you should He come to call. Feeble wizard magic tricks will do naught to help you."

"The elves are your people, Father," I replied bitterly. "They have long since abandoned me."

"The blood runs through your veins, as does the magic. You only need to harness it to make it work, to become what you are meant to be."

"How do you know what I'm meant to be? What am I meant to be? You didn't hear the prophecy!"

"You are meant to be an elf."

"I AM NO ELF!" I shouted. "I am weak! I can't do anything more that heal the emotional wounds of another! Something any fucking baby can do! How can you call me an elf?"

"With that attitude, you never will. Your brother embraced--"

"DON'T YOU TALK TO ME ABOUT MICHAEL!" I shrieked. "You didn't see him die! You don't have nightmares every night because of it! You don't have the knowledge that he killed himself because of YOU!"

"Arinlita, you are not responsible for your brother's death."

"Yes I am. I have to go to England, Father. I have to get away from this place."

"I cannot stop you, Lita. You know you must choose your own path. As your father, I reserve the right to worry and owl you everyday should I choose. And know that if you go, I may never see you again."

~*~*~*~

Grimmauld Place. It looked better now, but it had never felt darker. I lay on my bed in the room I shared with Ron while we were here. The photo album Hagrid had given me lay open at my side. My parents and Sirius smiled and waved to the ceiling.

There was a knock on the door. As usual, I ignored it.

The door opened. "Harry?" Hermione asked.

I turned away from the wall and looked at her. She had a letter in her hand.

"Hogwarts letters came," she said lightheartedly. "I made Head Girl."

Harry gave her a best attempt smile. "Congratulations. Who made Head Boy?"

"You did." She held out the letter to me and sat down.

"Really?"

I sat up and opened it, a gold badge falling out.

"Yeah. Mrs. Weasley is cooking this really big celebration dinner. Will you come down? It's for you too."

I shrugged. I hadn't eaten in nearly four weeks. Probably more. I just haven't had an appetite since...well since the end of the term.

I looked at the badge that had fallen out. It was shiny and gold, with the letters H and B over a red background. Red for Gryffindor?

I expected her to leave, but she didn't. Her gaze traveled to my photo album. She flipped through the pages slowly, until she came to the last one. I did not want to see that picture. Merlin, why was it still in there?

"How are you doing?" she asked seriously. "I know you're depressed, and being here obviously doesn't help, but you need to get out of this room. You're not eating, Ron says you never sleep. You're killing yourself, Harry. We need you. Don't do this, Harry."

"I can't stop thinking about him, Hermione. He betrayed me and I love him."

"I know. But maybe moving around will help. When you're like this, the memories are always so near. If you're moving around, doing something, you have less time to think about it, and it gets easier."

"I know."

"We're all going to Diagon Alley next week," she said brightly changing the subject, "Tonks is coming with us. She says she needs to get things for her classes. I still can't believe she's teaching us this year."

This at least made me chuckle.

"Finally," she said amused. "Wait until everyone hears! Do you want dinner? You need to eat."

I thought a moment. I really was hungry. I nodded.

"Really?" she asked hopefully. "Will you come down?"

I nodded again. She's right. I need to get out of this fucking room. Hell, I need a fucking shower. "But I'm going to take a shower first."

She chuckled. "I'll see you later then."

She got up and walked to the door.

"Hermione," I said causing her to stop and look back at me. "Thank you."

"No, Harry. Thank you."