Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy gathered around their newborn daughter with a sense of reverence and awe. As they cradled her in their arms, they whispered words of love and adoration, bestowing upon her not just one name, but three-a tribute to the lega...
On the day of Harry Potter's fourth birthday, the sun rose bright and cheery over Privet Drive, but for Harry, there was little cause for celebration. As he stumbled bleary-eyed into the kitchen, his heart sank at the sight of the burnt toast that lay forgotten in the toaster. His attempts at making breakfast had ended in disaster once again, much to the displeasure of his Aunt Petunia.
With a scowl of frustration, Aunt Petunia wasted no time in berating Harry for his incompetence, her harsh words echoing off the sterile walls of the Dursley's kitchen. "You worthless boy!" she spat, her voice dripping with disdain. "You can't do anything right, can you? You've ruined breakfast, just like you ruin everything else."
Feeling the weight of her disappointment bearing down on him, Harry hung his head in shame, his heart heavy with the knowledge that he had once again failed to meet his aunt's expectations. And as Aunt Petunia's tirade continued, Harry felt a sense of despair creeping over him, knowing that there would be no reprieve from her relentless criticism.
But the worst was yet to come. As punishment for his culinary mishap, Aunt Petunia banned Harry from the house, locking the door behind him with a resounding click, Harry found himself standing on the doorstep of Privet Drive, the weight of his loneliness pressing down on him like a leaden cloak.
Harry wandered aimlessly through the streets of Little Whinging, his heart heavy with sorrow. As he passed by the neighbourhood park, a sense of longing tugged at his heartstrings, and he found himself drawn to its familiar confines.
Entering the park, Harry sought solace amidst the rustling trees and gently swaying grass, finding a measure of comfort in the solitude of nature, but even then the emptiness of his surroundings served as a stark reminder of the loneliness that had become his constant companion.
As Harry sat alone in the park, lost in his thoughts and surrounded by the silence of his solitude, he was suddenly startled by the presence of a young girl who seemed to materialise out of thin air. With her platinum blonde hair cascading in silky waves down her back and her eyes shimmering with a captivating blend of silver, grey, and purple, she seemed to radiate an otherworldly beauty that took Harry's breath away.
Dressed in pristine white clothing that flowed elegantly around her slender frame, the girl exuded an air of ethereal grace and elegance that left Harry mesmerised. Her presence seemed to fill the park with a sense of magic and wonder, banishing the shadows of loneliness that had plagued Harry's heart.
For a moment, Harry could do nothing but stare, captivated by the girl's otherworldly beauty. He had never seen anyone quite like her before, and he found himself drawn to her in a way he couldn't explain.
Sensing his curiosity, the girl approached Harry with a warm smile, her eyes twinkling with kindness and compassion. "Hello there," she said softly, her voice like music to Harry's ears. "Are you alright? You seem a bit lost."
Harry blinked in surprise, his initial shock giving way to a sense of wonder as he gazed up at the girl before him. There was something about her presence that felt comforting as though she had been sent to him as a beacon of hope in his darkest hour.
With a tentative smile, Harry nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm okay," he replied, his heart fluttering with nervousness . "Just... enjoying the park, I suppose."
The girl's smile widened, and she reached out a hand to Harry, offering it to him in friendship. "Well then, would you like some company?" she asked gently. "I'm Asterlayna, by the way. What's your name?"
As Harry took the girl's hand in his own, he felt a warmth spreading through him, banishing the chill of loneliness that had gripped his heart. With a grateful smile, he replied, "I'm Harry. And yes, I would love some company."
And so, on his fourth birthday, Harry Potter found himself in the company of a new friend, a beautiful girl named Asterlayna who had appeared like a ray of sunshine in his darkest hour. Little did he know that their chance meeting would mark the beginning of an extraordinary journey—one filled with magic, friendship, and the promise of a brighter future.
While the wizarding world at large remained oblivious to the neglect and mistreatment Harry suffered at the hands of his relatives, Asterlayna of course knew the truth and sought to use it as an advantage.
As she pondered her plan to use and manipulate Harry Potter to her advantage, Asterlayna's mind fixated on one crucial detail—the young boy's desperate need for love and affection. She knew that Harry's loneliness and isolation had left him vulnerable, craving the warmth of a caring touch and the reassurance of a kind word.
With a shrewd understanding of human nature, Asterlayna saw an opportunity to exploit Harry's longing for love and acceptance, to twist it to her advantage and make him loyal to her above all others. She knew that by offering him the affection and attention he so desperately craved, she could forge a bond with him that would be unbreakable.
And so, as she plotted her strategy to win Harry Potter's allegiance, Asterlayna resolved to use his thirst for love and affection as a means to an end. She would shower him with kindness and attention, weaving a web of loyalty and devotion that would bind him to her side forever.
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I can imagine Lucy coming back home from a raid greeting his little princess like this 😁
(Pics not mine btw none of these are )
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