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The colors melted together in beautiful swirls, eminating sounds that spoke and melodies that would ring repeatedly through
any mind that they chose to play through. The faint smell of rosemary and lavender filled his nostrils, and, for some reason, he felt like
he was breathing in water. The sweet taste of nectar rushed in and out of his mouth, amending his idea to the fact that he must be in
some kind of liquid, but it most certainly wasn't water. Even though he percieved all this, at the same time his consious mind wasn't
percieving any of it at all. He was living in a haze where couldn't focus on anything but the beauty and wonder around him.
Suddenly, the liquid around him seemed to swirl and swim at a much faster rate in a downward direction. This was strange,
as the entire time that he had been here he had never seen anything around him act like this. No, his arms were moving. That was the
problem. Not problem, but that was indeed what was going on. He became intensely aware of the fact that his arms were moving in
downwards stoke against the harmonious liquid, and that he was moving up. Or down, as he wasn't quite sure which direction he was
facing in the first place.
Then the liquid disapeared with one last fall of his arms, disapearing in one fell swoop. A melody appeared in his head, one
that was completely innocent and truthful. 'I love you.' it crooned in his ear. 'I made you, I created you, and I love you. I will protect you
for forever, and I love you. I will always be with you, somewhere closeby even if you aren't aware of it. I love you, and promise that
you won't forsake me.' He then became aware that the melody speaking to him was the same melodies, the scents, and colors that
swirl, and even the new surroundings that he had been placed in.
'I love you, and I won't forsake you! I could never stop loving you!' He cried out from his mind, his body, and his soul. Every
piece of the child's being screamed this to the world are far as he could make it streatch. 'I love you too, and I will love you for all
eternity!'
'I love you.' The melody repeated. 'I love you and I love my creations and the world I created. You are one of my most
coveted creations. Remember that.'
'I will.' The protector's very being swept over the child bringing joy, happiness, and every possible thing that accompanies
love with it. It was a cocoon of sensations that both held him to that space and spread him throughout the world, seeing what his protector
was seeing.
'I love you.' The melody sang one last time before the child was cut off. From the childs view, the creator had simply ceased
directly speaking to him at the moment.
'I love you too.' The boy yelled into the light and colors. 'I love you, I love you, I love you!' With each note the boy sang the
tune of love grew louder, swinging and dancing with childish joy at the creations and love of the protector. The light grew intensely bright
for a mere moment before returning to its original form of swirling melodies, colors, and scents. This time, however, the boy was gone.
The boy was gone from that place because his entire being was transfered into one of the many restrained bodies that
populate the earth. In this form he was given the name of Harry Potter, who would later become known as the boy who lived.
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Harry had been watching a video at school, and in it there were some children that were treating the other children rather
badly. Out of the blue, a student had then asked the rest of the room, "Why are people mean to other people?"
"Humans are cruel. That's why." That was the teacher's first answer, and she had had to deal with that kind of situation
firsthand as a child living in an orphanage. That's why she had said that answer with the spite that she had said it with.
"That can't be it." Harry then looked the woman directly in the eye. "Humans aren't inherently evil. From what I can see,
humans only act cruel if they have let the black dust eat away at them. When people first enter this world as babies, they get a
sprinkle of black brushed over them from other people who are severely effected by the black dust. As a child children are able to
resist the black dust, but every time they commit a sin the black dust eats at them a little more, creating a black sludge. That is why
people are mean- other people were mean to them first." The rest of the class stared at him for a little while with the movie
playing in the background, completely ignored. The pause ended when the teacher got over her shock.
"Good idea Harry, but you don't know what you are talking about yet. You are to young." Before Harry could say anything
else, she grabbed his elbow and dragged him out of the room. "Don't say anything." She whispered in his ear as she approached the
councilors office. Harry was silent. The teacher opened the door, and inside was a rather young woman who was supposed to be the
school councilor. "Mrs. Rose, you need to speak to Harry. I'll be back at the end of the day." Harry was then left in the councilors
office with the councilor.
"So, what did you do Harry?" The woman obviously believed that for whatever had happened Harry was to blame.
"Karen had asked why people are mean to each other, and the teacher said that humans are cruel. I disagreed with that
statement, so I told her about the black dust." The councilor feined interest.
"What do you mean by black dust? Did the teacher really say that?"
"Yes." Harry nodded. "She really said that." There was a pause of silence.
"And the black dust..." The councilor was pushing for information.
"The black dust is something that infects this world and causes pain and suffering. When people give into the black dust,
it begins to eat away at them and cause a black sludge to form. People who have advanced cases of the black dust are the ones who
are intent on spreading their disease to others." The councilor now looked even more confused then she was in the first place.
Suddenly, her face unscrunched itself as it seemed to have an 'oh yeah' moment. Harry looked her in the eyes.
"I love you." Harry sang. "I want to love you like the creator and protector loves you and all his creations." The melody
sprung from his mouth with surprising familiarity. Harry then focused his gaze on her hands. "Why are your hands covered in the black
goo? Have you stolen?" The councilor gapped at Harry.
"I have never stolen anything!"
"You must have stolen something. Only people who have stolen or sinned with their hands have their hands eaten away by
the black. Your case is particularly bad, so that means you must have stolen something important to someone or you steal with
surprising regularity. Which is it?" The woman blinked and then began crying. She shrunk back into one of the chairs in the room,
pitifully attempting to hide her tears.
"I was a klepto as a child. I thought that I had overcome the urges, but recently I have begun taking things again..." Harry
strode over to her with confidence, standing only inches from her.
"I love you. Even though you are damaged, I love you." He then grabbed her hands, but they seemed to be trying to slip
and slide out of his grip. Harry then sang a melody he remembered from the pool. 'I love you, I created you and I will protect you. I love
you, I created you, and I will protect you.' He repeated this melody strain over and over, cleaning her damaged hands of the goop
that covered them. It didn't have the same effect as it would if the creator himself were singing it, but it did indeed help. As he finished,
the woman reopened her eyes that she didn't even realize that she had closed. She stared at Harry in amazement.
"How did you do that?"
"I just remembered the song that had been sung to me when I was still completely immersed in the protector's love and joy.
I use the songs that I remember to help people that really need it." He beamed at her, and she stared at him. Yes, she stared at him.
She could only watch the artificial lights dance across his eyes and shine across his hair. It glittered with power, and her minded
hummed with rememberence.
"The creator..." She murmured. Her eyes glazed over and gained a look that showed that her mind was not on the present.
"Yes. The creator, the protector." He moved her chin up so he could look directly into her eyes. "Do you remember him?"
She nodded and gave a whimsical smile.
"I do." She pulled Harry from the ground in a hug and whirled him around. "I love him! How could I have forgotten him? He
is amazing and wonderful and powerful and lives to love me!" She put Harry down and danced to a tune that only she and Harry could
hear, tossing herself to the air and swinging her arms wildly. The door opened, and the councilor kept dancing while Harry turned to
face who had opened the door. It was his teacher.
"What the heck is going on here? You must have driven the councilor completely mad! That's it- you are going to the
principal." She pulled at the crook of Harry's arm, leading him out of the room. The room was left silent except for the cries of joy and
the sound of feet pounding and arms flailing that the councilor created.
The teacher led Harry through the white brick walls that lined the school, a murderous expression on her face. "You are
going to get it now, brat. You don't know anything." Harry wisely kept his mind shut for the rest of the trip. The teacher knocked loudly
on the principal's door. "Open up! I need to speak with the principal!" The door swung open.
"What do you want?" The door opener was a secretary that had grease-streaked blonde hair that was obviously died. Did I
mention that she was chewing an obnotiously large wad of gum as well? And rather loudly, too.
"I need to speak to the principal about a delinquent in my class."
"Send him to the councilor.:"
"I did, but when I came back a couple hours later I opened the door to see the councilor dancing and flailing about like a
crazy person. He must have done something to her!" The secretary glared at the teacher and attempted to look intimidating by
strightening up her dirty outfit. She must have worn it for at least three days in a row now.
"Fine. Wait here and I'll get the principal." The secretary strutted off, leaving Harry alone with the teacher with a rather hard
grip on his arm.
"You will admit your guilt to the principal and get suspended to so that I don't have to deal with you for at least another month.
Got that." Harry made no move to even show that he had heard her mutter a single word. "I said," she growled, "do you understand
me?" She made her grip tighter. Harry nodded, flinching briefly. "Good."
The secretary seemingly appeared out of nowhere and continued to smack her gum like a cow chewing cod. "The principal
will see you now." The secretary sauntered out of the door to the office, muttering something about 'going to see the new crazy person'
and disapeared from sight. In a couple of steps Harry and his teacher were in the principal's office. The principal got right to the point.
"What's this I hear about you causing the councilor to go crazy?" The principal attempted to glare, but the effect was
ruined by the fact that he was balding and attempting to hide it with a tuff mismatched hair that could barely pass as a wig. By the way,
his hair was the a grey that looked like it was littered with chalk dust. The teacher began talking.
"I left this troublemaker" she paused to glare at him, "at the councilor's office so that she could get him to straighten up.
Obviously, she failed becuase when I returned a few hours later I arrived to find the councilor flailing about and acting like she was
crazy. She was even making wierd sounds!"
"I was talking to young Mr. Potter, Ma'am. Please let him answer he question." He folded his arms. Harry took this as a cue
to finally be able to talk.
"I was simply speaking to the councilor, Sir. If you went down to the councilors office at this moment, you would find that she
is perfectly sane and I never did anything to harm her."
"Right. And magic exists. Principal, you should go down there yourself and see what I am talking about." The Principal
pretended to think about the idea for a bit, which in reality was only five seconds.
"That is a good idea. I think I shall go and see what you are talking about myself." The trio walked down the halls, and for two
of them this was the second time in only a few minutes. Joy, Harry thought, more white walls. After some more walking, they reached
the office with the princpal looking more then a little disgruntled. Maybe they had interrupted his afternoon nap. The teacher swung the
door open, revealing the councilor.
The councilor wasn't dancing like she was earlier, and instead she was sitting on one of the puffy couches with a glazed grin
stamped on her features. "I thought you said that the councilor had gone crazy." The principal had turned another one of his pathetic
glares back on, only this time it's main focus was the teacher who the principal now assumed to be telling tall tales.
"But-but-" those words were the only words that the teacher could get out.
"Go back to your class. They have probably destroyed the classroom by now." His glare seemed to get even fiercer. The
teacher was officially cowed.
"Yes sir." The pair went back to class, and the classroom was miraculously in one piece. Barely. The principal went back to
his office where he could do some 'work', and life went on. The councilor went on even more in depth into counciling, this time trying
actually trying to help the other people. She would become a leader and a follower of the creator that caused many other people to
remember his music. The cleansing that she had experienced would stay with her for the rest of her life, the melody of 'I love you burned
into her mind for the rest of eternity.
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The colors melted together in beautiful swirls, eminating sounds that spoke and melodies that would ring repeatedly through
any mind that they chose to play through. The faint smell of rosemary and lavender filled his nostrils, and, for some reason, he felt like
he was breathing in water. The sweet taste of nectar rushed in and out of his mouth, amending his idea to the fact that he must be in
some kind of liquid, but it most certainly wasn't water. Even though he percieved all this, at the same time his consious mind wasn't
percieving any of it at all. He was living in a haze where couldn't focus on anything but the beauty and wonder around him.
Suddenly, the liquid around him seemed to swirl and swim at a much faster rate in a downward direction. This was strange,
as the entire time that he had been here he had never seen anything around him act like this. No, his arms were moving. That was the
problem. Not problem, but that was indeed what was going on. He became intensely aware of the fact that his arms were moving in
downwards stoke against the harmonious liquid, and that he was moving up. Or down, as he wasn't quite sure which direction he was
facing in the first place.
Then the liquid disapeared with one last fall of his arms, disapearing in one fell swoop. A melody appeared in his head, one
that was completely innocent and truthful. 'I love you.' it crooned in his ear. 'I made you, I created you, and I love you. I will protect you
for forever, and I love you. I will always be with you, somewhere closeby even if you aren't aware of it. I love you, and promise that
you won't forsake me.' He then became aware that the melody speaking to him was the same melodies, the scents, and colors that
swirl, and even the new surroundings that he had been placed in.
'I love you, and I won't forsake you! I could never stop loving you!' He cried out from his mind, his body, and his soul. Every
piece of the child's being screamed this to the world are far as he could make it streatch. 'I love you too, and I will love you for all
eternity!'
'I love you.' The melody repeated. 'I love you and I love my creations and the world I created. You are one of my most
coveted creations. Remember that.'
'I will.' The protector's very being swept over the child bringing joy, happiness, and every possible thing that accompanies
love with it. It was a cocoon of sensations that both held him to that space and spread him throughout the world, seeing what his protector
was seeing.
'I love you.' The melody sang one last time before the child was cut off. From the childs view, the creator had simply ceased
directly speaking to him at the moment.
'I love you too.' The boy yelled into the light and colors. 'I love you, I love you, I love you!' With each note the boy sang the
tune of love grew louder, swinging and dancing with childish joy at the creations and love of the protector. The light grew intensely bright
for a mere moment before returning to its original form of swirling melodies, colors, and scents. This time, however, the boy was gone.
The boy was gone from that place because his entire being was transfered into one of the many restrained bodies that
populate the earth. In this form he was given the name of Harry Potter, who would later become known as the boy who lived.
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Harry had been watching a video at school, and in it there were some children that were treating the other children rather
badly. Out of the blue, a student had then asked the rest of the room, "Why are people mean to other people?"
"Humans are cruel. That's why." That was the teacher's first answer, and she had had to deal with that kind of situation
firsthand as a child living in an orphanage. That's why she had said that answer with the spite that she had said it with.
"That can't be it." Harry then looked the woman directly in the eye. "Humans aren't inherently evil. From what I can see,
humans only act cruel if they have let the black dust eat away at them. When people first enter this world as babies, they get a
sprinkle of black brushed over them from other people who are severely effected by the black dust. As a child children are able to
resist the black dust, but every time they commit a sin the black dust eats at them a little more, creating a black sludge. That is why
people are mean- other people were mean to them first." The rest of the class stared at him for a little while with the movie
playing in the background, completely ignored. The pause ended when the teacher got over her shock.
"Good idea Harry, but you don't know what you are talking about yet. You are to young." Before Harry could say anything
else, she grabbed his elbow and dragged him out of the room. "Don't say anything." She whispered in his ear as she approached the
councilors office. Harry was silent. The teacher opened the door, and inside was a rather young woman who was supposed to be the
school councilor. "Mrs. Rose, you need to speak to Harry. I'll be back at the end of the day." Harry was then left in the councilors
office with the councilor.
"So, what did you do Harry?" The woman obviously believed that for whatever had happened Harry was to blame.
"Karen had asked why people are mean to each other, and the teacher said that humans are cruel. I disagreed with that
statement, so I told her about the black dust." The councilor feined interest.
"What do you mean by black dust? Did the teacher really say that?"
"Yes." Harry nodded. "She really said that." There was a pause of silence.
"And the black dust..." The councilor was pushing for information.
"The black dust is something that infects this world and causes pain and suffering. When people give into the black dust,
it begins to eat away at them and cause a black sludge to form. People who have advanced cases of the black dust are the ones who
are intent on spreading their disease to others." The councilor now looked even more confused then she was in the first place.
Suddenly, her face unscrunched itself as it seemed to have an 'oh yeah' moment. Harry looked her in the eyes.
"I love you." Harry sang. "I want to love you like the creator and protector loves you and all his creations." The melody
sprung from his mouth with surprising familiarity. Harry then focused his gaze on her hands. "Why are your hands covered in the black
goo? Have you stolen?" The councilor gapped at Harry.
"I have never stolen anything!"
"You must have stolen something. Only people who have stolen or sinned with their hands have their hands eaten away by
the black. Your case is particularly bad, so that means you must have stolen something important to someone or you steal with
surprising regularity. Which is it?" The woman blinked and then began crying. She shrunk back into one of the chairs in the room,
pitifully attempting to hide her tears.
"I was a klepto as a child. I thought that I had overcome the urges, but recently I have begun taking things again..." Harry
strode over to her with confidence, standing only inches from her.
"I love you. Even though you are damaged, I love you." He then grabbed her hands, but they seemed to be trying to slip
and slide out of his grip. Harry then sang a melody he remembered from the pool. 'I love you, I created you and I will protect you. I love
you, I created you, and I will protect you.' He repeated this melody strain over and over, cleaning her damaged hands of the goop
that covered them. It didn't have the same effect as it would if the creator himself were singing it, but it did indeed help. As he finished,
the woman reopened her eyes that she didn't even realize that she had closed. She stared at Harry in amazement.
"How did you do that?"
"I just remembered the song that had been sung to me when I was still completely immersed in the protector's love and joy.
I use the songs that I remember to help people that really need it." He beamed at her, and she stared at him. Yes, she stared at him.
She could only watch the artificial lights dance across his eyes and shine across his hair. It glittered with power, and her minded
hummed with rememberence.
"The creator..." She murmured. Her eyes glazed over and gained a look that showed that her mind was not on the present.
"Yes. The creator, the protector." He moved her chin up so he could look directly into her eyes. "Do you remember him?"
She nodded and gave a whimsical smile.
"I do." She pulled Harry from the ground in a hug and whirled him around. "I love him! How could I have forgotten him? He
is amazing and wonderful and powerful and lives to love me!" She put Harry down and danced to a tune that only she and Harry could
hear, tossing herself to the air and swinging her arms wildly. The door opened, and the councilor kept dancing while Harry turned to
face who had opened the door. It was his teacher.
"What the heck is going on here? You must have driven the councilor completely mad! That's it- you are going to the
principal." She pulled at the crook of Harry's arm, leading him out of the room. The room was left silent except for the cries of joy and
the sound of feet pounding and arms flailing that the councilor created.
The teacher led Harry through the white brick walls that lined the school, a murderous expression on her face. "You are
going to get it now, brat. You don't know anything." Harry wisely kept his mind shut for the rest of the trip. The teacher knocked loudly
on the principal's door. "Open up! I need to speak with the principal!" The door swung open.
"What do you want?" The door opener was a secretary that had grease-streaked blonde hair that was obviously died. Did I
mention that she was chewing an obnotiously large wad of gum as well? And rather loudly, too.
"I need to speak to the principal about a delinquent in my class."
"Send him to the councilor.:"
"I did, but when I came back a couple hours later I opened the door to see the councilor dancing and flailing about like a
crazy person. He must have done something to her!" The secretary glared at the teacher and attempted to look intimidating by
strightening up her dirty outfit. She must have worn it for at least three days in a row now.
"Fine. Wait here and I'll get the principal." The secretary strutted off, leaving Harry alone with the teacher with a rather hard
grip on his arm.
"You will admit your guilt to the principal and get suspended to so that I don't have to deal with you for at least another month.
Got that." Harry made no move to even show that he had heard her mutter a single word. "I said," she growled, "do you understand
me?" She made her grip tighter. Harry nodded, flinching briefly. "Good."
The secretary seemingly appeared out of nowhere and continued to smack her gum like a cow chewing cod. "The principal
will see you now." The secretary sauntered out of the door to the office, muttering something about 'going to see the new crazy person'
and disapeared from sight. In a couple of steps Harry and his teacher were in the principal's office. The principal got right to the point.
"What's this I hear about you causing the councilor to go crazy?" The principal attempted to glare, but the effect was
ruined by the fact that he was balding and attempting to hide it with a tuff mismatched hair that could barely pass as a wig. By the way,
his hair was the a grey that looked like it was littered with chalk dust. The teacher began talking.
"I left this troublemaker" she paused to glare at him, "at the councilor's office so that she could get him to straighten up.
Obviously, she failed becuase when I returned a few hours later I arrived to find the councilor flailing about and acting like she was
crazy. She was even making wierd sounds!"
"I was talking to young Mr. Potter, Ma'am. Please let him answer he question." He folded his arms. Harry took this as a cue
to finally be able to talk.
"I was simply speaking to the councilor, Sir. If you went down to the councilors office at this moment, you would find that she
is perfectly sane and I never did anything to harm her."
"Right. And magic exists. Principal, you should go down there yourself and see what I am talking about." The Principal
pretended to think about the idea for a bit, which in reality was only five seconds.
"That is a good idea. I think I shall go and see what you are talking about myself." The trio walked down the halls, and for two
of them this was the second time in only a few minutes. Joy, Harry thought, more white walls. After some more walking, they reached
the office with the princpal looking more then a little disgruntled. Maybe they had interrupted his afternoon nap. The teacher swung the
door open, revealing the councilor.
The councilor wasn't dancing like she was earlier, and instead she was sitting on one of the puffy couches with a glazed grin
stamped on her features. "I thought you said that the councilor had gone crazy." The principal had turned another one of his pathetic
glares back on, only this time it's main focus was the teacher who the principal now assumed to be telling tall tales.
"But-but-" those words were the only words that the teacher could get out.
"Go back to your class. They have probably destroyed the classroom by now." His glare seemed to get even fiercer. The
teacher was officially cowed.
"Yes sir." The pair went back to class, and the classroom was miraculously in one piece. Barely. The principal went back to
his office where he could do some 'work', and life went on. The councilor went on even more in depth into counciling, this time trying
actually trying to help the other people. She would become a leader and a follower of the creator that caused many other people to
remember his music. The cleansing that she had experienced would stay with her for the rest of her life, the melody of 'I love you burned
into her mind for the rest of eternity.
Not that that's a bad thing though.