My So-Called-Immortal

Chapter 3: A New Enemy

Harry turned to see who was talking, but the person was gone.

"Over here."

Harry turned back to the clearing. A young woman was standing there. She seemed to be about Harry's age, maybe younger.

Harry immediately began to size her up as if he were looking at a dueling opinionate. Her hair was a vivid sapphire blue and was pulled back into a smooth ponytail. Two stands of the sapphire hair fell down either side of her face as if helping Harry look her over easier.

His own bright green eyes fell onto her almond shaped, gray eyes. He could seen in these eyes a certain depth and darkness to them for a girl of age fifteen to seventeen. Harry knew he had seen that look somewhere before, but the memory evaded him.

He continued to look down her face. The tips of the two strands barely skimmed her small chin. Her neck was a little long, but his eyes fell upon the chain around it. A long silver chain with a phoenix charm on it. Harry couldn't think about what it could mean.

The silver charm fell onto a black netted shirt with spaghetti straps. The netted shirt revealed a black bra underneath it. Harry saw her stomach was very well trimmed. He then noticed her arms. They were quite thin and her left hand was placed on her left hip while her right hand dangled at her side.

As his eyes moved down past her waist, he felt his knees get slightly weak. Her black skirts, that looked to be made of leather and was very tight and form fitting, revealed very small hips and over half her thighs. When you're a seventeen year old boy who attends a school were uniforms are mandatory, you didn't see shit like this often, if at all.

Fishnet stockings molded to her pale, slender legs like a second skin. Her small ankles were covered by the tops of boots with a thin six-inch heel.

As Harry looked her over one more time, he came to the conclusion that she was trying to intimidate him.

"Who are you?" Harry asked.

The girl began to stroke the phoenix. "What's your Patronus become? Or are you still at basic 'let the dementors come at me and hope I don't pass out' phase?"

"A stag," Harry answered before he could stop himself.

The girl walked over to Harry, the phoenix vanishing. She circled him. "You're so scrawny. How is it Voldemort can't kill you?"

"Look, can you tell me who you are?"

The girl stood right in front of Harry. There was something so familiar about her eyes.

"Very well, but I just want to congratulate you on your performance at your aunt and uncle's house," she said smirking.

"You know about that?" Harry asked, wondering how much more of the wizarding world knew he inflated yet another relative.

The girl shook her head. "I did it."

Harry looked at her puzzled. "You...what?"

"I said I'm the one who did it," she said. But Harry also heard his voice respond at the same time with hers. "I can get into people's minds, manipulate their thoughts, and control them," their voices said in unison.

It was the strangest sensation Harry had ever felt. Before, when he and the girl were speaking together, his brain seemed to straining itself to produce a single thought. But now, his brain seemed to be freed of whatever hold and was working overtime with extra thoughts.

"Oh, but that's not all I can do." The girl smiled and did two back flips in the air. When she landed, her hair was out of its ponytail, her eyes and pendant were emitting a strange black glow, and two fireballs appeared in her hands. She threw the fireballs at Harry, her hair blowing back as she shot them. Harry quickly fell to the side with his natural Quidditch reflexes, but not in time to dodge the second fireball.

Harry took back the sensation of the mind control being the strangest. The fire hit Harry in the chest, but it didn't burn him on the outside. Instead, the flame was engulfed into his chest and began to burn ever cell in his body.

"Don't worry, it won't kill you," the girl said, her eyes returning to their dark gray color. She smiled as she watched Harry fall to the ground "I have a love for torture and pain. It's fun to watch a victim writhe or hear what they say to try and get out of the torture. They can be so pathetic."

She placed her right boot over something, but Harry couldn't see what it was. She continued to speak. "I have no equal; even the Dark Lord cowers before my power. You have no idea what you are getting your self into by meeting me."

Jesus! Could you be any more dramatic or into yourself? Harry thought to himself as another bolt of pain shot through his body.

He looked up at her from the ground. He tried to reach inside his jacket for his wand, but then felt the heel of the girl's boot cutting into his hip. He thought he could feel a cut in his side where the heel was. He looked up her fishnet legs and straight into the deep gray eyes. Blood began to slowly drip down his side.

"Looking for something?" She raised her left hand and Harry's wand levitated into her hand. Harry tried to reach up for it, but the affects of the fireball were still killing his chest. The cut on his waist began to bleed a little more freely as she slowly removed the boot from his side.

The girl brought her face eye level with Harry's. She brought the wand before his eyes. "Know this, it is my destiny to kill Lord Voldemort. You have no purpose in this. You are the scapegoat for the Wizarding World. Do you want to be remembered that way? I know all about the little prophecy, Harry. That's just an excuse to send you to your death. You are no where near able to take on Lord Voldemort, so don't even bother to try."

She threw the wand down by Harry's face and started to leave the clearing. Before she left, Harry saw her pause. She picked up a small leather jacket with silver chains dangling from it off the ground. As she pulled the jacket on, she told Harry the first thing he'd wanted to know.

"Remember this name. My name. Kiri."

Chapter 4: Not the Only One with Problems

Harry was silent the entire ride to King's Cross Station the next day. Dudley had stayed home in an effort to stay as far from Harry as possible.

Harry wasn't even looking foreword to seeing his friends. Kiri had been in and out of his dreams. He kept reliving that day in the clearing. What had she meant by it was her destiny to kill Voldemort? But it was the charm that was the most clear thing in his mind. What was that pendent all about? Why was he thinking so much about it?

"Harry, please, just talk to us."

Harry again ignored the voices of his friends Ron and Hermione. He'd locked the compartment he was in.

"Harry, open the damn compartment!" Ron shouted.

"Have we gone mad? I'm a witch and you're a wizard. Alohamo"

Harry murmured other spell under his breath. He countered Hermione's attempt to open the door by casting a more powerful Locking Charm. "So am I," he responded.

"Damn it," Hermione hissed.

"Do mine ears deceive me?" Ron asked. "Surely Her"

"Shut up, Ronald Arthur Weasley!"

"You little...you said you wouldn't tell."

"Oh, sorry. It slipped. I suppose just like the way it "slipped" to your family that we're"

Harry couldn't take any more of it. He opened the compartment and motioned them in. "Just stop the bloody bickering. Jesus, I've had enough of that out of you two."

Ron and Hermione made for the empty compartment seats. Hermione sat opposite of Harry and Ron sat in front of Hermione.

"Harry," Hermione started, "about last year. Well...it's just"

"I shouldn't blame myself for Sirius's death. I just thought he was in danger and so I went to help him, oh but there's one teeny tiny detail you left out Hermione. I FELL FOR VOLDEMORT'S GOD DAMN TRAP!"

Hermione stared at him. "Harry, listen to me. We're your friends, Ron and I. We here if you ever need to talk."

"You two don't know anything about what I went through last year!" Harry shouted.

"No, I only almost had my dad die, Harry," Ron said, his voice shaking. "How could I possible know what it's like not know if you're ever gonna see that person again!"

Harry turned to Ron. "But your dad made it now didn't he?"

Ron's face was turning red with fury. "Everyday, my parents, Bill, Charlie, Fred, and George go on some secret mission for the Order. Ginny and I just watch them go and when they leave, I have my baby sister crying into my shoulder, wondering if that's the last time I'll ever see my family. I'd go mad if anything happened to them and I can't imagine what Ginny would do.

"So stop being all misunderstood Harry, cause your not. Ton's of people have experienced what you've gone through and have lost closer people then parents or godparents. You don't even remember your parents!"

Harry's anger began to rise. "What right do you have to say that? You don't understand what the hell I've been through!"

Ron stood up and looked Harry straight into his bright green eyes. Anger was pulsing through both young teens. It was harder to tell who was angrier. "I'm sick of trying to get you to understand, but all you want is not to understand or be understood. Why is it so hard to get you to do those little things?" Ron stormed out of the compartment and Harry swore he saw tears coming down the side of Ron's face.

"What the hell was that all about?" Harry asked. Hermione stared out the ground, choosing her words carefully.

Finally she said, "Percy's dead. There was an accident not too long at the Ministry. Three Death Eaters attacked and Percy was one of the twelve killed. They'd never really made up for the fight."

Harry stared at the door Ron had just walked out of. He'd never seen his friend cry so he was unsure of how to react. Harry didn't understand what it meant to loose a sibling because he'd never had any.

Even at hearing the news of Ron's brother's death, Harry couldn't help but feeling a little angry with Ron. Harry wasn't going to try and understand what it felt like to loose someone like that. But Ron always had to butt in about things like that. That was the difference between the two of them. Harry was silent the rest of the train ride.

The trip was over before Harry realized it. Ron's eyes were still insanely red from crying, but when they met Ginny, her eyes were very red as well. Ron pulled his sister into a hug and she began to cry all over again.

"Oh, how cute. A family moment," said a drawling voice. Harry turned to see his archenemy Draco Malfoy. But it was Ron's reaction that shocked him.

Ron released Ginny suddenly and began to run toward Malfoy. He knocked him to the ground and started to punch him screaming over and over, "You son of a bitch!"

Harry pulled Ron off of Malfoy. "Ron, it's best not to get expelled the first day back."

"I don't give a damn. That bastard's father killed my brother!" Ron yelled, Harry dragging him away.

Ginny ran over to Ron. She helped Harry in pulling him away.

"Let me at him," Ron said, struggling against the two of them.

"Ron, beating the hell out of Malfoy won't make a difference," Ginny reasoned. "You can't bring Percy back by killing someone else."

Ron stopped resisting. Ginny looked up at her brother, but he pushed her away and walked to a carriage alone.

When the carriages reached the school, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny climbed out of the carriage they were in. They could make out Ron from his height and vivid Weasley red hair. They walked out the stone steps behind him, but made no notice of their presence to him.

Then, Harry noticed something, vivid blue hair. His eyes looked down the head of hair. His eyes met the hazel eyes of Kiri.

Suddenly, his scar gave a singe of pain. That didn't happen the first time, he thought. Something was different about her. She seemed to have a different Aura around her.

"Harry?"

Harry tuned.

"Are you ok? You just flinched really badly a few seconds ago." Hermione was looking at Harry with a worried look in her eyes.

Harry turned his head and gave his scar a quick rub. "Yeah," he answered. "I'm fine."

"Oh, I nearly forgot!" Hermione suddenly shouted as they sat at the Gryffindor Table in the Great Hall. Ron sat at the far end of the Table and neither one of them was up to persuading him otherwise.

"I find this when I was helping with the cleaning at Grimmauld Place last summer. I meant to give it to you at Christmas, but with everything that was happening I never really got around to it. I just found it in my trunk a few days ago. Just think of it as a late birthday present."

Hermione reached into her robe pocket and pulled out a small white box. She slid it between their goblets. Harry examined the box before opening it. On the top was a tiny piece of parchment with writing Harry couldn't make out. He picked up the parchment. On one side, there was very narrow, small, cursive hand writing that was a little difficult to read. On the other side was a very familiar style of writing. Harry read the first side:

Padfoot,

This is something I want you to give back to Harry. I know I'm not gonna be around much longer, so watch out for the kid. I know he's gonna be a handful.

Thanks,

Prongs

Harry quickly flipped the parchment over and read the second side:

Harry,

I had completely forgotten about this until Hermione mentioned it. This is one of the few easy to keep promises I've made to your father. Happy Birthday, Harry.

Sirius/Padfoot

"He was going to give this to me my sixteenth birthday," Harry said sounding utterly miserable.

"I'm sorry, like I said. Just open it and see what it is."

Hermione seemed really eager as to what was in the small white box. Harry picked up the box and just paused for a minute. "I'm gonna head up to the dorm," he said suddenly. He pushed his bench section out and began to leave the Great Hall.

He was half way up to the seventh floor when he decided to look in the box. He made sure no one was around and then slipped into an empty room two feet from him.

After locking the door, he took a seat at one of the desks. He looked over the letter a few more times and then stared at the box. What else could his father have left for him? He already had his father's Invisibility Cloak and the Marauders Map. It was hard to imagine what else his father had in store for him.

Not being able to take the suspense anymore, he opened the small box. Inside was a long, thin silver chain. He raised the chain up to see that on it was a charm of a stag.

Of course, Harry thought. Good ol' Prongs. He sat there with the charm between his middle and index finger. He just stared at the charm before a few minutes before he thought aloud. "Dad, what the hell are you giving me a necklace for?"

He raised the necklace to eye level to get a better look at it. The chain was certainly long enough to slip over his head. The stag stood with its front hooves together and its hind hooves apart. Harry slipped the chain over his neck and placed the necklace under his robes. He then rose and began to walk out of the room.

He was a little surprised the necklace was as cold as it was. It gave Harry's chest goose bumps when he slipped it on. He pulled the chain out and began to look over it once more.

Not really paying attention to where he was going, Harry ran into someone.

"Watch where you're going, dumbass."

Harry looked at who he had run into. It was none other then Kiri. Today she wore a black, spaghetti strap shirt that looked like it was just a bra. Her pants were form fitting to her body and made of leather with a silver chain that hung out of her right pocket. Her boots were still the same, as was her hair.

"What the hell are you doing in my school?" Harry demanded getting to his feet, acting as though he hadn't seen her before. He tried hastily to shove his chain back underneath his robes.

"Last I check, this wasn't your damn school.

Harry looked at her directly, keeping eye contact. There was something protruding out of her, and it wasn't her Aura.

"What the hell are you staring at, Potter?"

Harry shook his head. "Nothing," he replied.

Kiri looked up and down his body as if she were sizing him up this time. She began to reach for his neck. She pulled the chain out from under his robes. "Family heirloom?" she asked with no interest in her voice.

"I guess you could call it that," Harry replied. What was with him telling her all these personal things? It was as if he knew she would figure things out sooner or later. Well, that was partially due to the fact that she was telepathic.

She released the chain and it fell back onto the top of his robes. "Don't hid family," she said and she began to walk away.

Harry stared at her as she left. Then he walked off, slightly angry. Was it any of her business? Harry certainly didn't think it was. He reached the seventh floor without even realizing he had gone that far. He gave the fat lady the password and entered the common room. Then he stopped dead.

"Holy shit!" he shouted.