Hi guys,
Quick note of some changes. Harry has crimson black hair instead of raven black hair. This is set approximately 20 years later and this IS a crossover of Harry Potter, Attack on Titan, HighSchool DxD and some elements are implemented from Percy Jackson. Also, Harry is 3 years older than Ron and Hermione, so yea they're born in 2002/03 not 2000. Don't hate over that.
Besides that, enjoy and let me know what you think and if I should continue it :)
Disclaimer! I don not own Harry Potter, Attack on Titan, HighSchool DxD and Percy Jackson.
Prologue
31st July, 2000
St. Mungos' Hospital
Soft cries echoed through the hospital room silencing the adults comforting the mother in labour. Lily Potter gasped as she saw the nurse wrap her newly born baby in a blanket. Her baby. This was hers and James' baby. Tears pooled her eyes as the nurse gently handed her the baby. Taking a shaky breath, Lily got her first proper look at the newborn. A small tuft of crimson black hair, a natural light tan, her nose, James' high cheekbones. The tan her baby sported confused her. Neither of them had natural tans, so how does her child have it? Lily shrugged it off and softly cooed at the slumbering newborn.
A hand laid itself on Lily's shoulder, turning her to look at her husband. James Potter gave his wife a soft smile and kissed her on the cheek. "This is our son." He whispered.
Lily nodded, tears of joy now leaking from her eyes. "Yes, our son. We need a name for him."
James furrowed his brows in thought. "What about Lachlan?"
"No."
"Jack?"
"Nah-ah."
"James Jr?" The elder Potter joked with a playful grin marring his features.
Lily rolled her eyes at her husband's childishness. Some things will never change. The red-head thought.
"What about Hadrian?"
Lily paused. Hadrian? Not a common name and sounds quite noble. "Hadrian sounds perfect." The Lady Potter smiled, kissing her son on his delicate forehead. "Hadrian James Potter." Lily decided.
James gave Lily a face akin to a deer looking at headlights. "Hadrian James Potter?"
"Yes." Lily firmly said. "Hadrian James Potter. We'll call him Harry for short."
James chuckled. "Alright. Hadrian James Potter or Harry James Potter for short then. I suppose that I can name Sirius as little Harry's Godfather?"
"I suppose we can." Lily said with false sadness.
The hazel eyed man gave Lily a dirty look. "Don't be like that now, dear."
Lily giggled. "I was joking, James. Sirius can be Harry's Godfather, as long as I can name Alice as his Godmother then."
"Deal." James said quickly, he wasn't going to try and negotiate any further.
Lily smiled turning her attention back to Harry. "You're my little boy." The red head cooed, hugging him closer to her bosom. James watched over Lily's shoulder, seeing his son began to open his eyes. Both parents grinned as his eyes opened to the world for the first time and gasped.
"Lily." James began. "He's got your eyes."
Sparkling emerald eyes shone with curiosity as Harry saw his parents for the first time. He blinked. Once. Twice. A third time. The he went back to sleep nuzzling into his mother's warmth. He could look at things another time.
7:21am
31st October, 2002
Godric's Hollow
Two year old Harry Potter giggled as his Godfather threw him up in the air. He also loved being in the air but for some reason it felt like he didn't belong there. It didn't stop the young Potter from enjoying it though.
"Sirius! Be careful with him will you?" Lily called from the kitchen.
"Don't worry, Lily-flower. Prongslet is perfectly safe with me." Sirius tried to reassure her.
Lily scowled with annoyance. "Must I remind you of the time you thought that leaving him on his own in the backyard was a good idea?"
The Lord Black whimpered. Lily Potter was famous for her temper and protective nature. "That was one time!" He argued.
"Didn't stop Harry from going missing on us for almost four hours before we found him sitting on top of the roof somehow."
Sirius shrugged. "Accidental magic."
"What are we talking about?" James yawned, walking down the stairs.
"Sirius is throwing Harry around"
Raising a brow, James turned to look at the grim animagus, "Wait until Harry gets to ride his broomstick again." James shared a laugh with Sirius with the giggling Harry now squirming in his arms.
"NO! That will not happen again!" Lily said storming up to Sirius, taking her son from his arms.
"Come on Lily-flower." James tried assuring. "Nothing went wrong last time."
"I almost got hit by him going full speed while you, Sirius, Remus and Peter was laughing your arses off!" Lily retorted.
James and Sirius cringed and recoiled at Lily's tone. "But he didn't fall off, Lily. He's a natural. Like a true Potter." James said with a faux cry.
Lily started bouncing Harry on her hip, cooing at him. "He isn't going to start riding brooms until he turns eight, James."
James whimpered and sat down at the breakfast table as Lily strapped Harry into his highchair. Sirius sighed, joining his best friend and Godson while waiting for Lily to finish making breakfast. "Where's Moony and Wormtail?" James asked, flipping open the Daily Prophet.
"Well Moony is doing his mission for Dumbledore and I have no idea where Wormtail is."
"Wormtail's been disappearing quite a bit lately, hasn't he?"
"Yeah…" Sirius said, a troubled look coming over his face. "Maybe he's just been feeling sick?"
"I hope it's just that…" James agreed.
"Stop being such a Debby downer, you two." Lily said placing their plates on the table and sitting down next to Harry, with his breakfast in hand. "Besides, they know how to take care of themselves. They aren't some silly first years pulling pranks at Christmas feasts aren't they?"
Both men gave the red head a sheepish look and scratched the back of their heads. "Of course not." They replied simultaneously.
Lily rolled her eyes and mumbled "At least not anymore they aren't."
The adults fell into a comfortable silence only being broken by Harry's cooing and squealing.
"Come on, Harry, we can play after you finish your breakfast." Lily whispered, smiling at her son's adorable grin.
Harry cooed, trying to swat the spoon out of the air. Lily giggled, managing to avoid his swinging and give him a spoonful of his breakfast.
Standing up, James groaned as he stretched. Hearing a pop he sighed in satisfaction and discarded his plate in the kitchen sink. "Well, love, Padfoot and I have got to go to work, I'll see you when I get home."
The Lord Black groaned as he placed his plate in the sink. "Sometimes I wonder why we became Aurors with this stupid waking up early and staying out late stuff."
"It's because you have, what is it that you said? Oh yes I remember now, 'a sense of adventure'." Lily mocked as she cleaned Harry's mouth with his bib.
"Anyway," James intercepted, sensing an argument about to break out. "We should get to work, Padfoot. Our shift starts in 30 minutes."
"Yeah, yeah…"
The Lord Potter leaned over capturing his wife's lips in a passionate kiss, "I'll see you when I get home." James turned his attention to his son, lifting him out of his high chair and nuzzled his son's stomach earing a giggle from him, "I'll see you later, little man."
Harry chortled, wrapping his arms around his father's head, "See wou waiter, daddy."
James grinned and handed Harry back to Lily, "Come on, Padfoot, we have some Death Eaters to catch." With that, James Potter stormed from the house, determination written on his face.
11:08pm
31st October, 2002
Godric's Hollow
Silent footsteps crept up to the front door of the Potter's residence, with a smirk on his face he placed a silencing charm on the front door to prevent the slumbering Potters from hearing the door creak open, "Alohamora…" The man whispered, a dark smile creeping onto his lips as the door unlocked. One would think with that Mudblood having a mastery in Charms that she would place some strong charms on the door to be safe. Stupid blind faith in that old man, I would say. The man thought as he placed another set of silencing charms on his feet.
The robed man softly slid up the stairs, like a snake to a tree. He crept towards the master bedroom where Lily and James Potter were resting, a cruel smile curled unto his lips as he waved his wand, locking the bedroom door and sending silencing charms at the door and walls. This is almost too easy. I have only needed to use silencing charms, locking charms and an unlocking charm. The man glanced at the door again. You shouldn't trust your friends, Potter. Because you will never know when they stab you in the back until it's too late.
The man kept moving down the hallway, seeing a soft glow coming from the last bedroom on the left. He opened the door, careful of making much noise and peeked at the crib in the corner of the room. The robed man stepped up to the crib, removing his hood. Pale, white skin, red eyes that resembled the colour of blood, dark hair that was starting to grey from age, high cheekbones resembling someone from a noble family.
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…
Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies…
The words of the prophecy echoed through his mind as he delicately gripped his wand. Yew 13¼ inches, phoenix tail feather. The blood eyed man caressed the wand, as if it were a newborn baby and he was its father. The man turned the wand at the baby. "So you are the one who is to defeat me…?" The man all but whispered. "No one can match the power of Lord Voldemort." The Dark Lord almost growled, the thought of someone matching his power infuriated him.
Emerald eyes fluttered open, to see a robed man with a wand trained on him. What was this strange man going to do? Harry Potter didn't know but he felt uncomfortable and started fidgeting and waved his arms around.
The Dark Lord stared at Harry's emerald eyes. Such beautiful eyes… Lord Voldemort thought as raised his wand aiming it at the boy's forehead. "I'm sorry, little one but I cannot take any chances of someone defeating me. I am doing what is best for the magical world…" Voldemort whispered. The Dark Lord didn't notice the soft green glow coming from the back of Harry's hand.
"Avada Kedavra."
The green killing curse left the Dark Lord's wand hitting Harry Potter's forehead. The glow on the toddler's hand glowed dangerously, and a roar was heard. As soon as Lord Voldemort heard the roar, he recognised instantly that it was the cry of a dragon. But where did..? Voldemort eyes widened as the killing curse he sent at the boy, grew a dangerous, dark green and was sent back at the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord screamed in agony as his soul was ripped from his body, dispelling him into a spirit.
Harry Potter stopped moving in his crib, a lightning bolt shaped scar glowed on his forehead where the Dark Lord hit him. The young Potter's hand had also stopped glowing as the dragon's roar stopped.
It would be found by Lily and James Potter the next morning, the robes and wand of the Dark Lord and the strange lightning bolt scar upon their son's forehead. Yet, neither of Harry's parents would know about the dragon's cry or the green glow from the back of his hand…
Well there's the Prologue.
Let me know if you want me to continue it or not. I've had this idea for a while and just felt like I should write it up :)
Thanks, PercyK