A/N: Hey there readers! This is the first chapter of the P4/Harry Potter crossover. I needed to do something to bridge a time gap so…here it goes!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Persona 4. If I did, I would wreak havoc upon their worlds.
Summary: Harry, tired of betrayal and being used as a weapon, makes a special birthday wish. He wishes to be accepted for who he is.
Pairing: Harry X ?(Haven't decided yet, but I'm open to suggestions. It has to be a P4 character though.)
BETA WANTED
"Speech"
'Thoughts/Persona/unknown(completely known)entity'
POV Change
Chapter 1
The Wish
Narrator's Point of View
Private Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey was a nice, quiet, peaceful, normal neighborhood. No one could be more normal than the Dursley family of Number Four. The Dursley family, however, had a terrible secret. Petunia Dursley's nephew, one Harry James Potter, was not so normal. Harry was a wizard and attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
The Dursleys took no small pleasure in telling Harry he was abnormal and a freak. Harry knew he was no freak, but he agreed he was abnormal. Not that he would ever tell the Dursleys that.
Harry had done what no one else could. He survived the killing curse. He has also accomplished what most grown wizards hadn't. He mastered the Patronus charm, fought the Dark Lord Voldemort four times and lived, killed a basilisk, and won the Triwizard Tournament.
One would think that, having accomplished all of that, Harry Potter would be a very happy boy, but he wasn't. He had horrible relatives, backstabbing friends, a manipulative headmaster, and he lost the one person who meant more to him than any other, his godfather, Sirius Black.
The horrible relatives were easily explained. They neglected him. They degraded him. They treated him like a slave. Dudley Dursley treated him like a punching bag. Harry didn't like them one bit.
The backstabbing friends were a shock and tied into the manipulative headmaster. It was Third Year and he was heading back to Gryffindor tower when he heard Ron and Hermione talking to the headmaster. They reported his every move to the old man and helped steer him into danger, into the tests the old man designed. The headmaster was training him, but not as a warrior. He was training Harry as a tool. A tool to be used and then tossed aside once the Dark Lord was dead.
The loss of his godfather left Harry feeling desolate and alone. Sirius was the only one who refused to follow the old man's plans. Harry was very grateful for it. He had someone he could trust with anything and wouldn't go blabbing to Dumbledore. Of course, that didn't sit well with the old man, so he concocted another scheme. He had Umbridge sic a dementor on Harry and then swooped in to rescue him, but Harry new his plan. He didn't react the way the old codger wanted him to.
Dumbledore resorted to more useful methods. He planted false visions in the Gryffindor's head and, when Harry went to rescue the only real family he had, Sirius went to save his godchild. It was going well until Dumbledore shot a stunner at Sirius and sent him through the veil. Bellatrix took the blame, but Harry knew. He refused to admit it, but he blamed himself. If he hadn't of fallen for the false visions then Sirius would still be alive.
Now he sat, in his tiny room, staring out the window and feeling completely alone in the world. In mere hours, he would be sixteen, and his life would change forever.
Harry's Point of View
It was now only moments away from his sixteenth birthday. At exactly midnight, a shooting star streaked across the night sky.
'Make a wish.' He thought, 'I wish to be accepted as me and only me.'
'Man's desires…are my desires.' A voice came to him, 'Good luck in your new home Haruki.'
'What?' Harry thought before everything went black.
Harry woke in the strangest place. It was similar to Grimmauld Place, but with a much less depressing atmosphere. The portrait of Sirius' mother was replaced my a portrait of the man himself.
"Sirius?" He questioned.
The portrait didn't answer.
Harry heard the sound of footsteps behind him and ran up the stairs to the attic, where Buckbeak should have been. It was much larger than it should have been, about the size of the Great Hall at door slammed shut behind him and he whipped around to come face to face with…himself.
"Hello there Harry," His mirror image spoke, "or is it Haruki now? I'd love to stay and chat, but it seems we have some uninvited guests. I'll go see to them."
Before Harry could say anything, his double vanished. He tried opening the door, but it wouldn't budge. Instead of panicking, he sat down on Buckbeak's bed and tried to think of a way out of there.
Yu's Point of View
Someone had appeared on the Midnight Channel, someone he didn't know. What he did know is that he had to get the boy out and fast. It's only been a week since they got Kanji out of this place. The group ran into a large room where the boy's Shadow stood to face them. Across from them was a door. Yu assumed that was the door they needed to get through,
"It's my fault." The black haired Shadow said, "It's my fault he's dead. If I had been more careful…but here I have guests. I'm being horribly rude. I shall have to provide some entertainment."
A giant snake with glowing yellow eyes emerged from the door across from him.
"I'd like you to meet my friend." The Shadow said, "Names aren't important when you'll be dead. So long."
The Shadow turned and ran through the door.
Harry(Haruki)'s Point of View
The door opened and Harry's double reentered the room.
"Well that should teach them not to arrive unannounced." He said, "Now, where were we? Oh, yes, now I remember. You blame yourself for your godfather's death. Don't deny it. You feel as though if you'd been more careful, he'd still be alive. How do I know this? I am you and you are me."
"No…that…that's not true." Harry said, "I did everything I could. Dumbledore's too strong."
The door opened and a group of people came into the room: a boy with gray hair and gray eyes, a boy with brown hair with headphones around his neck, a girl with brown hair wearing a green jacket, a girl with black hair dressed in red, and a bear…thing. Well, he's seen stranger things.
"It's my fault. I shouldn't have fallen for it. If I had been cautious, if I hadn't tried to be a hero, the last of my family would still be alive." the double moped, "You're still a puppet, doing exactly what the old man wants."
"Shut up." Harry growled, "It's not true."
"But that's how you feel. I know. You can't fool me. Like I said, you're me and I'm you." He said.
"No way." He said, "I just miss him. You…you aren't-"
"Don't say it!" The gray haired boy yelled.
"You're not me!" Harry ignored him.
His double started laughing and started changing shape. It turned into a creature not unlike a thestral, but it was wrapped in chains and shackles. It also had a black armored rider that had hold of the reins with one hand and, in the other, held a whip.
"I am a Shadow, the true self." It said, "I will cut the strings and be a puppet no longer."
Yu's Point of View
"Let's go, partner!" Yosuke yelled and released his Persona.
"Right." Yu responded, "Persona!"
Izanagi appeared in front of him and charged at the Shadow in front of them.
He vaguely heard the girls summon their Personas.
Harry's Point of View
His double, his Shadow, was defeated, but it was still there. It was just weakened.
"You have to accept it." The gray haired boy said, "He is a part of you. We all have a side we'd rather not have anyone see. He is yours."
Harry nodded hesitantly. He understood, but…
He walked over to his fallen Shadow.
"I do blame myself." He said, "I blame myself for being manipulated again. I blame myself for allowing it to happen, but I am not to blame for his death. That blame is Dumbledore's"
The Shadow nodded and began to glow. The thestral from its previous form remained, but it was pure white now with ice blue eyes, unlike the normal coloring of a thestral.
"That…is your Persona." The gray haired teen told him.
"Hello Kiyoshi." Harry said.
'Hello Haruki.' the Persona responded.
Harry followed the group to the exit of this place, which he learned was inside the TV.
"Hey, what's the date?" Harry asked, "I have no idea how long I've been in here."
"May twenty-fourth, two thousand eleven." Yosuke said.
He stopped walking in shock. Last he checked it was July thirty-first, nineteen ninety-six.
"Hey, you okay?" Chie asked him.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." He said, 'Better not tell them. This is too weird, even for me.'
'You've done the impossible yet again.' his Persona said.
'Yes I suppose I have.' He agreed.
A/N: And here you go. It's shorter than I'd like, but it's where I thought I should stop. So…what do you think?