My soulmate (Αδελφή ψυχή μου)

I don't own either Harry Potter or The Chronicles of Nick. Those books belong to J.K. Rowling and Sherrilyn Kenyon. I had a lot of fun writing this and hopefully the steel doors that make up my writers block don't come swinging shut anytime soon, I'd like to continue this. Translations are at the bottom, don't worry about having to try and understand what they are saying. So, withour further adue, I give you, Αδελφή ψυχή μου. Have fun reading guys.
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Harry sat up quickly in his bed at the Burrow, breathing hard. He remembered the Swirling Silver eyes as well as the Burnt Orange ones with the diamond pupil. He shivered in remembrance, wondering what they meant.

'Αδελφή ψυχή μου.' Echoed softly in his head, caressing his mind, making him feel safe. Whoever was whispering that to him in his dreams was important to him. He just knew it. He heard a soft caw from his window sill outside. He pulled back his curtains and tilted his head curiously. There sitting on the sill, was a large crow. Its feathers were a glossy black. It was very nearly perfect, if not for the left wing being held at an odd angle. He gasped softly and opened the window, pulling the poor bird in. The crow squawked and he shushed it softly.

"You'll be alright soon, little one. I'll have your wing fixed in no time." He cooed softly, carrying the bird downstairs, holding the crow in gentle arms. The crow snuggled down into the warmth, giving soft chirps and trills. Harry smiled brightly, as he approached the kitchen. Upon hearing voices, his smile quickly faded and he walked closer on silent feet and leaned against the wall by the door so that no one could see him and listened.

"How much longer do we have to put up with him, Mummy? He's annoying me. I want all of his money, now! I don't want to date the freak anymore." Harry gasped extremely softly, tears coming to his eyes. The voices continued.

"I agree with Ginny, Mum. I don't see why we have to deal with the whiney freak. It's always The Dursleys this, and the Dursleys that. I'm so tired of the whining. Can't we kill him now?" Harry covered his mouth and backed away slowly, tears racing down his cheeks.

"Now, now. We can't kill him until Harry and Ginny are married and Ginny is pregnant with his spawn. After he is dead, we can kill the spawn before it's born, saying GInny had a miscarriage from heartbreak." Not Hermione too! He quickly ran upstairs, and packed his stuff, wandlessly shrinking it. He put all his stuff in the pockets of his jacket. Still holding the Crow, he ran outside, quickly getting past the barrier from the wards. He pulled out his wand and called the Knight Bus.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand hand, step on board and we can take you anywhere you want to go. My name is Stan Shunpike, and I will be your conductor this evening. Where would you like to go?"

Harry quickly dropped 11 sickles in the man's hand. "Can you take me to the Leaky Cauldron, Please?"

"Sure thing. We'll get you there soon." The man stepped aside and Harry quickly boarded the bus.

"Say, what did you say your name was again?" The man questioned.

"I didn't yet. It's…" 'Caleb. Caleb Malphas.' "My name is Caleb. Caleb Malphas." He didn't know where the name came from, but it didn't matter right now. All that mattered was the people on the bus didn't know his real name.

"Alright Caleb. Next stop The Leaky Cauldron." Harry quickly took a seat and cradled the crow close. He surprisingly didn't move at all during the ride. Once the Knight Bus was stopped at the Leaky Cauldron, he hopped off and went inside and, not looking at anyone, went to the ally and opened the gate. Keeping his head down, he quickly walked to Gringotts. Stepping up to an open teller, he looked up slightly.