Raven Cloud
Back, back, even way before Harry Potter knew who he was and back before ‘you know who’ did in his parents. There was a clan, a clan of magic users defining themselves as good. And on the good side, indeed they were. But there magic was not always good, as for any student and Hogwarts. The occasional mishap was bound to happen as is dose for anyone. But unfortunately for the Raven Cloud clans, when a mishap happened things happened to people that weren’t supposed to happen in the first place. For example waking up as a toad like creature in the morning or perhaps walking into your first class as a horse. The Raven Cloud clan made up for its mistakes, however, in size and the number of good magicians that actually dwelled within the clan.
The Raven Cloud clan had one… okay two major drawbacks. Brooms didn’t tend to like them and a wand was really hard to find, even harder then it was for Mister Potter. A few Raven Cloud’s got tired of waiting for a wand and started using there hands like the old fashion wizards and witches. Half of them stuck to that idea while the rest sought out and found wands for themselves.
The problem with brooms started way, way back. Further back then any Raven Cloud can remember. But all anyone remembers is that every-one, not one person left out, Raven Cloud has had a problem or a few with brooms. Just like wands, they would have to find a broom that was made for them or else get bucked off and then receive a thump on the rump or worse. Most Raven Cloud’s find a broom to suit them just fine, but the ones who don’t, they enchant objects such as ores, mops and even hollow logs until they find an object that wouldn’t send them head on into a wall.
A few people from Raven Cloud became close friends to the Potters. Thomas Raven Cloud, for example, Raven Cloud’s father. But no one understood how Raven Cloud, the boy, came to be…. But that’s a story yet to come.
The time came when ‘you know who’ came around and began gaining member and followers. Though, The Raven Clouds stood sturdy but a few clan members wavered. The Clan pulled itself together and decided to move the pawn to the king and strike. The move was bold but fruitless nonetheless.
The clan raced forward towards ‘you know who’ with all plans of stopping him… but one by one ‘you know who’ finished them off and stride forward laughing while he did. But Thomas wasn’t going to give up that easy. Thomas ran towards ‘you know who’ magic in one hand and a magic wand in the other. The battle raged on for over an hour until Thomas fell to his knees wand falling from his hand, broken. The other hand clutched at his face covering a deep burn mark ‘you know how’ placed upon him. Thomas looked up at ‘you know who’ with his good eye and sneered. ‘Join me’ he said ‘it’d be a pity to waist a wizard such as yourself’. Thomas groaned out no around the pain and bravely spoke his last words before ‘you know who’ sent him to oblivion.
“Why? Why should I join you? I have no desire to be anything like you.”
Thomas was wiped away after that moment and things were never quite the same.
‘You know who’ retreated but came back and things fell into place, if you can even call it that. Lilly and James Potter died and Harry was sent to a muggle family but came to Hogwarts come his 11th birthday. But what became of Raven Cloud the boy and how did he come to be? That shall be answered shortly.
Somewhere, in Thomas’s dwelling a unfinished spell exploded. The unfinished spell was a wishing spell that would grant one wish from the heart at any great time of need once completed but it never was. But it broke free and sought out the most desperate wish it could find, which belonged to Thomas just before he was wiped away. ‘I wish I could have know my wife and my child.’ In a instant he knew them, knew they were safe, knew her name and knew his child’s name. And then… he was gone.
Jessica Raven Cloud stood out on a cold windy porch waited and watching, the sound of a baby giggling from somewhere behind her. She closed her eyes and wept as the Clan Raven Cloud was wipe out of existence.
The Raven Cloud’s had all but vanished after Lilly and James Potter died, so people mumbled about them but stopped talking about them in general. But… Jessica Raven Cloud raised her child until the heartbreak of the death of the one she loved killed her, breaking her heart in two. And by that time her child was ten, nearly eleven and he received a letter.
Raven Cloud,
You have been invited to Hogwarts the school of
witchcraft and wizardry …
As all letters go it carried on with instructions and what he needed to buy but there was a third letter.
It is time you know more about yourself and the past you never came to understand. Please make haste to Hogwarts and await my arrival.
Halbis Dumbledoor
He set off, with everything to lose yet nothing to gain. The price he would pay would perhaps be his own sanity, or worse. He might suffer the same silent fate as his mother. But Raven Cloud knew no one would accept him. Not even for who he was for one reason. Halbis Dumbledoor awaited Raven Cloud’s arrival at Hogwarts and looked at him.
“You have your mother faith and heart, but you have you fathers spirit…. and scar.” Halbis Dumbledoor said softly to him as he walked onto shore.
It was true, he had his fathers scar. The burn mark his father had gotten from ‘you know who’ resided on the left side of Raven Cloud’s face as a deep scar, there for all eternity. Raven Cloud clutched a hand over the left side of his face trying to hide the scare behind his small fist but it was no use.
~Fin~