DZ2's 'The Beast Below' Challenge

Plot: Not every pureblood is as pure as they claim; so too is the same said for Muggleborns. Within the bloodline of Lily Potter nee Evans, a dark power sleeps; however, when Harry cheats Death, the power awakens, turning him into something else.

Rules: Grey, Dark or Evil Harry DARK WITH POTENTIAL FOR EVIL

At some point either before Hogwarts or in his school time, Harry MUST discover he has the powers/traits of a certain Creature Race BEFORE HOGWARTS START

What this creature race may be is up to you

As a half-breed, Harry has the powers of the creature, but not the looks (e.g. if he's a werewolf, he doesn't change at the moon/if he's a vampire, he doesn't have fangs)

As a half-breed, Harry is immune/more resistant to the weaknesses of his race

Somehow, Harry must find a friend in someone that is a FULL version of his race

Even if not Dark or Evil, Harry MUST have allies of his particular race

As a half-breed, Harry is looked down on by the Ministry and some of the Hogwarts lot

Sirius, Remus and Hagrid must NOT be against Harry

Harry/OMC-OFC Pairings ONLY

Guidelines: Crossovers POSSIBLE BUT MORE LIKELY IT WILL STRICTLY BE REFERENCES TO CHARACTERS AND SERIES THAN FULL ON CROSSOVERS

Powerful/Super/OP Harry SUPER FOR DEFINITE BUT THERE WILL BE MOMENTS OF OP AS HELL WHEN HIS EMOTIONS ARE PUSHED THE WRONG WAY

Harry's race is something not usually sentient (e.g. dragon, phoenix, fae, Dementor etc.) ACCEPTED BUT BY WHICH DEFINITION OF SENTIENT DOES THE MINISTRY USE FOR 'SENTIENT' CREATURES? HARRYS KIND FITS EVERY DEFINITION OF SENTIENT IN THAT THEIR ABILITIES TO RATIONALIZE AND THINK FOR THEMSELVES INDEPENDENTLY AS WELL A WHOLE SPECIES IS NOT LACKING

When he's outed, Harry goes to a sanctuary for sorcerers like him ACCEPTED BUT NOT RIGHT AWAY, EVENTS WILL PUSH TO DO SO

For some reason, Harry is the heir to the throne/leadership of his race ACCEPTED; RIGHT OF BIRTH BY THE 'LOST' BLOODLINE INHERITED FROM HIS MOTHER

Slash NO

Harry's blood has TWO races in it as James also had a 'lost' bloodline as well REJECTED; ONE IS ENOUGH AND EVEN IF JAMES DID POSSESS ONE WITHIN THE POTTER FAMILY BLOOD IT WOULD PROBABLY BE A MINOR RACE THAT AUGMENTED SENSORY COMPREHENSION. THERE IS SUCH A THING AS TOO OP WITHOUT CROSSING INTO THE REALM OF GODLIKE AND TWO RACES WITH POWERS TO MAKE HARRY A FORCE OF NATURE IS PUSHING THAT BOUNDRY IN MY OPINION

Creature-Lord Harry (as Dumbles is Light Lord and Tom is Dark Lord, Harry becomes Lord of Creature Races, even as a Dark Lord) ACCEPTED

The Horcrux in Harry somehow affects his powers ACCEPTED; IT WILL TRY TO FEED OFF THE POWERS BUT BE DESTROYED BY THE OVERFLOW ONCE THE POWERS AWAKEN IN FULL AND THE KNOWLEDGE ABSORBED INTO HARRY BY HIS POWERS

A prophecy speaks of the Half-Breed Prince POSSIBILITY BUT IF THERE IS THEN IT WOULD NOT BE WITHIN BRITISH DoM AND INSTEAD PROBABLY THE IRELAND SECTION OF DoM UNDER UNSPEAKABLE STUDY

Forbidden: Human Harry

Light-Harry

Harry choosing to fight his legacy

Everyone liking the fact that Harry is a half-breed

Sirius, Remus and Hagrid against Harry

Harry/non-OC pairings

Harems

Dumbledore OR Voldemort gaining Harry's allegiance

Harry going against his particular race

Other than that, it's up to you...

Harry James Potter was not having a good day. Even demeaning it as not having a good day was being light about it. Being awoken at 4:30am he was forced to start breakfast as usual for his uncle Vernon Dursley. The man was a disgraceful whale of a flesh slab and there had been many a times he wished he could say it without fear of his life but he couldn't. A breakfast of eggs, bacon, coffee and toast was placed on the table beside rhe morning paper before he scrambled into his cupboard the moment he heard the groaning wails of the stairs. If he had been caught outside of his cuphoard after fininishing his uncles breakfast and setting it out it would be a beating to start the day.

"BOY!"

The silence that followed after told him it would be a quiet mornings start as dark grumblings about 'dumb slaves knowing their places finally' reached his strained ears. Ten minutes later the scraping of a chair signalled what he knew was his uncles finishing breakfast. How the excuse of a human shaped whale hoovered up that much food in a short amount of time made him sick to evn ponder. The moment that he heard Vernons car disappear Harry exited his cupboard and set about the dishes. "No need to rile the bitch and the beached baby whale up more than needed" he muttered under his breath. Once the dishes were done he set about the mile long list left by his uncle. Feasibly it was not possible for a normal person to get all that was on the list done but Harry was not a normal person. Oh how he wished to be normal once upon a time, many a once upon a times, but at the same time a normal person would not have survived half the abuse he had for half as long as he had.

So what about his day was making it a bad day you might be thinking to yourself? Sure, being nothing but a slave to your family for menial labot sucks but a lot of people were far worse off. Well, the bad came with the buttlerfly knife sticking out of his back as his blood gushed out in thick bright scarlet spurts.

After having managed a quarter of the tasks and breakfast for his remaining family members, but none for him naturally because 'freaks don't need more than one meal a day!' he was reminded as the door swung shut in his face & banished out of the house while Petunia had 'respectable company' over, his time outside was directed to running for his safety. Again. Perhaps it was because he had more than two brain cells to rub together, something he couldn't unfortunately say for his baby whale cousin Dudley, he couldn't see the fascination in the sport he dubbed 'Harry Hunting'. Given that all of Dudleys little gang of flunkies were obese for their age like their leader it wasn't like they ever caught him. That is until today anyway.

One of the goons, Pierce, had laid in wait while Dudley & flunkies chased him and when Harry turned a sharp corner into an alley he often used to escape he had been caught. Pierce had tripped him before Harry felt pain like he had never felt before in his life erupt from his side. Panicked yelling and commotion from the gang of boys couldn't tear his eyes from the wound he had. Stuck in his back, he could barely make out the handle around his rapidly bloodstaining shirt, was a knife. Pierces butterfly knife his elder brother had brought him back from the Orient with his refent deployment in the RAF to be exact. Terrified footfalls tore his eyes away, heavy lidded as they were from being so weak as his blood gushed out, to the retreating visibly pale from of Dudley and his gang. "So this is how I die? Pathetic" he said before his eyes rolled up into his head, his body falling into convulsions as an older voice yelled out in shock for someone to call an ambulance.

Within the divide between Life and Death

"You know... I expected more of dying." Harry looked around and grimaced at the mundane waiting area filled with three other people who looked to have died particularly violent deaths. "I mean a reception area that looks more in place with a psychiatric office? I'm actually disappointed" he said shaking his head.

"Perhaps you should shut your mouth kid and actually look at yourself" the oldest of the rooms three other occupants said with a sneer. He was missing a portion of his skull and his arm was clearly broken beyond repair. "We are clearly and unquestionably dead. YOU are here in a state of limbo."

Harry frowned at that and examined himself thoroughly. "Son a bitch!" he swore and punched the wall hard. It hurt like hell but it gave him something to direct his anger at. "Ten years of being abused, used as a slave amd terrorized by my gene splicing rejected experiment of a baby whale in human form cousin & THEY STILL CAN'T DO ANYTHING FUCKING RIGHT! NOT EVEN FUCKING KILL ME!?" The irritation and rage played clearly across his face.

"You should be thankful that you aren't dead hatchling."

Harry turned around and glared dangerously at the man before him. The man was tall and his sharp asian features screamed aristocracy, his three piece suit only added to the image. Long silver hair tied back with metallic rings reached mid back while cold calculating red eyes slit like a cat seemed to take in his form. The one thing that truly made Harry scratch his head, mentally that is, was the fact the man possed fucking wings. Not those 'you're seeing shit' kind of wings but full on bloody scaled wings like Smaug from Lord of the Rings. "And tell me why pray tell I should huh? Women in human trafficking are treated better than I am. Whores are treated more humanely than I am. Being dead would be a fucking blessing you silver haired bastard!" he snarled at the man.

"Then you do not wish to prove them wrong? Pity" the man said with a sigh. "My blood has not seen the light of day in over twenty generations. I had high hopes for your mother but she did not possess the necessary darkness to fight. Pity you do and refuse ro use it."

Harry paused mid-stride when the man spoke of his mother. This had to be the worst bluff he had ever heard. "My mother was a whore and a drunkard. At least according to the waste of space that is my aunt Petunia" he said looking over his shoulder. "I never believed her though. Petunia is a vile petty cunt famois for holding grudges til the cows never come home."

"Ah yes, Petunia Dursley. Formerly known as Petunia Evans. She was always a bitter woman. She was born without your mothers talent and ability to use magic. If my memory serves correctly it was that very divide that turned her against your mother Lilian Potter, more affectionately known to those who loved her and were her friends as Lily. Now there was a fine witch. Intelligent, clever, ingeniously creative, loyal to the last breath. Well, if you truly wish to die than I won't keep you on the mortal coi-"

"Slow you roll Eragon. If half of what you're saying is true, and I don't believe anything to be true without proof, then there may be more for us to talk about" Harry said slowly.

The man smirked mysteriously as he motioned to an open office door. "Step into my office Harry and I will not only show you proof but make you an offer you can't refuse" he said. Once the boy stepped through so did he and closed the door behind him. "First things first, I know your name already but you do not know mine. My name is Bahamut Zero and you could call me both the male progenitor of your maternal bloodline & its protector."

IIn the real world at the same time

"HE'S FLATLINGING! GET THE CRASH CART!"

Harrys body thrashed under the restraints as the paddles were applied to his chest and the jolt of electricitypassed through his heart.

"AGAIN!"

A second jolt passed through before Harrys eyes shot open and a violent gasp escaped his lips. Thd doctors actually stumbled back in shock as righ before their very eyes what should have been a fatal stab wound sowed it self shut like the boy had never been injured.

Cruel calculating golden slit eyes, the changes Bahamut had applied would be minimal after their long talk- mainly a few small physical adjustments to recitfy the malnourishment done by the Dursleys and telling features to tell of The Fates Dragon return-, looked at the doctors surrounding him before a yank of one arm broke the restrain. Another series of yanks freed his other arm and ankles before he clenched his hand before his hand. "Obliviatus Maximus." He would not remember the spell or how to do it once he actually left the hospital proper but Bahamut had told him he would retain the knowledge for his escape.

The doctors and nurses blinked trying to remember why they were there and who the kid was that was pulling on the blood stained clothes.

Before he was fully gone from the hospital and the knowledge of the spell & how to do it fled his mind entirely Harry had used the spell a solid half dozen times to evade well meaning citizens and security personel after pilfering a few wallets along the way. "A couple hundred pounds. Means I can eat and buy some clothes without too many questions" he muttered to himself counting out two hundred and five pounds in cash. Leaving the wallets in a pile, credit cards intact since he even had the knowledge credit cards were far more trackable than cash purchases & possessed the tiniest amount of human deceny, he disappeared into the crowd thankful for tbe hoody he swiped from the lobby of the ER hiding his bloody shirt. Sometimes it paid to have the ability to act real well.

Somewhere in the Dens of Destiny, Asian Ministry of Magic- Tokyo sector

A rather bored young woman yawned as she swpet up around the temple. "Next to no on believes anymore but us.. Why bother keeping this place ope-" A loud ringing of a bell interrupted her mutterings. "Its not an on the hour announcement. Not my nom ringing the dinner bell..." Her eyes widened as she dropped the broom and ran full tilt for the shrine room.

Out of breath she was met by the other members of her family. Her father entered and closed the door behind him. Waiting was an affair that threatened to ste her patience as well as her breath out of sheer anticipation. There was only one reason that particular bell was ringing. Only one and it would herald in a windfall of events.

"Our Lord Bahamut has returned!"

The young woman felt her breath catch in her throat before taking off in a dead sprint while her mother took off in the opposite direction just as quickly. They had so much to prepare and so little time! Finding their Lord would be the easiest part but divining his location to a country would take time on top of preparing for preparing the hordes to fulfill their part of the pact. The last thime they had refused and their Lord had been most displeased that he made an example of wiping out half of them just to strike the fear of him into them and to show the consequences of not honoring their half of the pact that was signed over two thousand years that was as magically bind then as it was now. "Merciful Kami above, if you're listening I pray that our Lords current incarnation is much more level than the last" she whispered finding the door she needed. Yanking the door open she let her eyes fall upon the large room filled with hundredsnupok hundreds of perfectly preserved in stasis dragon eggs. Pressing her hands to the floor she took a deep breath before channeling nearly all her magic througb the runic array that covered every inch of available surface in the room.

The sound of breaking eggs filled the temple before hundreds of ting roars filled the air. The preparations had begun in earnest and it was now just a matter of time.