Redemption of a Fallen Angel
A Final Fantasy and Harry Potter Fanfiction
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
Chapter 1: Prologue – Secrets and Identities
Harry watched as his godfather disappears into the night sky. A worried smile on his face as he and Hermione turned and ran for the hospital wing. They arrived just as the Headmaster was closing the doors.
"We did it."
a mysterious smile accompanied his answer.
"Did what? Goodnight."
They entered calmly allowing Dumbledore to lock the doors behind them.
They shared a quick happy smile, broken quickly by Harry collapsing in pain and losing consciousness.
He awoke later to the arguing voices of Dumbledore and Madam Pomphrey.
"We have to tell him Albus."
"Why Poppy, he still has plenty of time to enjoy his childhood."
"What childhood, he only has a few months at best. There is nothing that can be done about it, I should have ignored your advice and told him last year when that beast bit him."
"He cannot be allowed to know it would break him."
"And how would you know that, hmm? You all but ensured he would break sooner or later by placing him with those monsters."
"Now poppy, we've talked about this..."
"No! I will not be swayed by your words again. You swayed me when I first examined him in his first year and again last year. Admit it You were wrong to place him with Lilly's sister, you told me as much."
"it was for the..."
"Greater good. Yes you have said that but, it was and is still wrong. After all you have done to him you deserve everything that happens to you. The least you can do is be honest with him, Don't withhold anything more from him."
"I can't Poppy, how do you tell the boy you have caused so much pain that he's dieing."
Harry chose this moment to reveal his alertness, his rage bursting forth as he realized they were talking about him. He leaped from the hospital bed, his body glowing with a greenish blue aura. He turned to The headmaster, a look full of rage in his eyes.
"You Knew?" He shouted. "Not only that I'm dieing but what I have been through. You Know what those bastards have done to me all my life. The beatings, the starvation, all those times I begged for help, for even one person to love, to.. to..."
He roared with anger as he punched the wall, leaving spiderweb cracks in his wake, before turning back to the adults in the room, who's eyes had become wide in shock.
"All this time I looked up to you. What else have you kept from me? What other betrayals can I lay at your feet? Answer me!"
Harry approached the Headmaster, visibly shaking with suppressed anger.
"Harry please just lay back down and let me explain."
he had backed up to the wall in fear of the angry young man before him.
"No tell me Now!"
Tears fell from the old wizards face as he confessed to placing Harry with his relatives knowing he would never receive the loving home he needed there, and to keeping the truth of his condition from him. Dumbledore spoke of the lengths he went to so that the Dursley's abuse of Harry was never noticed, the times he made sure Harry couldn't run away from their treatment. When he had finished he was treated to a look of disappointment from his student. The anger still there, teeming beneath it, noticeably refined into a more usable form.
"I'm leaving professor, If I am to die so soon then I have to make sure my affairs are in order. Goodbye you old bastard."
Dumbledore panicked and reached to stop him.
"No, you cant leave."
His hand grasped Harry's arm only to be thrown across the room.
"Don't try to stop me Dumbledore, you will not like the result."
Harry ran from the hospital to Gryffindor tower, to retrieve his trunk and other belongings, leaving a note for Hermione to find in the morning. After that his only obstacle was the doors to the Great Hall, locked tight, barring his exit. In response he once again unleashed his aura, a single punch launching the massive doors off their hinges and into the outer courtyard, allowing him to leave. The only witness to this act a gobsmacked Snape.
After a night at the leaky cauldron Harry walked carefully up the steps to the white Marble building that was Gringott's Wizarding Bank. Approaching an open teller he waited to be acknowledged.
"How Can Gringott's help you today" A bored looking goblin teller spoke.
"I would Like to make an appointment with my account manager please?"
The goblin seemed to sigh as he nodded.
"Very well. Name and purpose of meeting, Please?" The courtesy added as an after thought.
"Harry Potter. I need to make a will."
Shocked, the teller stumbled back of his platform.
"Why would you need a will mister potter you seem in perfect health."
Harry chuckled coldly.
"If I stop channeling magic through my limbs I would likely collapse from the basilisk venom eating away at my nervous system."
The startled goblin looked closely ant his body. Noticing the slight shimmering of his aura.
"If you will wait here Mr. Potter, I will be back shortly."
"Very well..?"
"Gnarlblade, Mr. Potter."
Harry smiled slightly.
"Thank you Gnarlblade."
At his reply The Teller ran deep into the bank to his superiors.
After an hour of re-explaining to his various superiors going up the ladder of bureaucracy, Gnarlblade returned to Harry.
"Sorry, Mr. Potter, for the wait. Lord Gringott IV would like to see you, if you accept."
Harry nodded with a tired sigh as his aura intensified for a second, enabling him to move again, before dimming back down. He was led down and through the twisting hallways of the bank to an ornate door flanked by six Goblin Guards in golden armor.
"Harry Potter for his meeting with Lord Gringott."
The guards closest to the door opened the doors outward allowing them entrance. The room they entered was as ornate as the door. Silver and gold alternating panels lined the walls and tiles of the same colors decorated the floor. A golden throne sat behind a large obsidian desk. Seated upon the throne was Gringott himself, he stood at just under six foot tall covered from toe to shoulder in black and silver armor, a magnificent silver crown displaying a large ruby in each of it's seven prongs siting upon his head.
Harry and Gnarlblade stopped five paces from the desk and the goblin bowed deep before his lord Harry following his example, much to the amusement of the goblin king.
"There is no need to bow Mr. Potter, you owe no allegiance to me."
Gringott's booming voice echoed off the walls.
"I may not owe you that but I can still show the proper respect for your station King Jareth Le Fae."
The shocked look on the goblins faces garnered an amused smirk from Harry as he straitened from his bow. Jareth stood from his throne as his countenance blurred revealing the handsome face and long white hair of the Fae Ruler of Goblin Kind.
"You, Child Who is Not, are the first human to recognize me in four centuries. It is ironic that it was your ancestor who last did."
Now it was Harry's turn to be shocked the jovial grin on the king's face only grew.
"I Can see why Gnarlblade wanted to bring you before me. It has become rare for one of your kind to be true sighted. Able to see through the glamor my kin utilize. My Young friend here, has informed me that you are dieing. May I ask how?"
Harry nodded.
"Venom from a thousand year old Basilisk tempered by the tears of a phoenix."
Jareth sat back in his throne a thoughtful look overtaking him.
"Oh yes. The nigh incurable death, usually it leaves it's victims bedridden for days, weeks, and then months, as the venom spreads causing unbelievable amounts of pain. I'm at a quandary now. On one hand I could allow you to die, on the other I know of a way you may be saved. Deep within my domain lies a natural spring, not of water but the lifeblood of the planet, a font to the great mother of earth."
Once again Harry was shocked, having come to terms with his death he had given up on the hope for a cure.
"You Said may, as in it might save me."
"Yes If the goddess favors you she will save you."
harry bowed his head in thought and bowed deeply.
"Will you allow me this chance."
The Goblin King sat tall in his throne a self satisfied smile on his face.
"All I ask in return is a favor on the behalf of the goblin nation."
Harry Thought deeply for a moment before nodding resolutely.
"More than fare, King Jareth. I, Hadrian James Potter, son of James and Lilly Potter, Do hereby swear a single favor to The honorable Goblin Nation to be repaid later, on my magic I so swear."
Jareth's eyes widened at the magical vow, and Harry's lack of hesitance in giving it.
"Well than Harry, follow me."
Jareth leaped over the desk and lead Harry from the room heading even deeper into the heart of the goblin nation. Winding hallways gave way to a massive cavern where sat a massive citadel. Hundreds of marble towers spiraled from a central column branching upwards like a stone tree. A gargantuan diamond glowed white from the apex of the cavern, illuminating the walls surrounding the city and the bridge to it's gate spanning over a unequaled Labyrinth. Passing over this labyrinth, Harry watched as it's walls moved randomly in a infinite random pattern.
They soon reached the citadel gates, that opened at their approach, entering the main street to the castle. It was lined on both sides by towering white trees that fluoresced in the dim lighting. The Trees' light bathed the goblins in white as they bowed for their king and his guest. The duo passed quickly into Jareth's castle and through it, It's innermost chamber. An Elevator taking them deeper and deeper into the earth, veins of silver metals showing in the stone walls as they hurtled toward their destination.
Eventually the elevator deposited them at a circular door glowing a vibrant green swirled with blue.
"This is as far as I can take you, Child Who is Not. Beyond this door is the Spring of the Goddess and she doesn't like me much. Remember to speak to Her from your heart, may she grant you what you seek."
The door opened and shut as he entered. Before harry stood a tall crystalline structure in the center of a glowing green pond. The water seeming liquid flowing up and out through the crystal like a divine spring. Harry walked to the edge of the Spring and fell to his knees as he released his aura to dissipate into his skin.
"I don't know how to talk from the heart so I guess I'll just let it flow. When I was younger, I was always frightened and almost always alone. At first I was ignored by my relatives and then slowly they began to abuse me. When that happened I was scared for the longest time but anger soon became my crutch. Eventually day after day and night after night I was taken again and again to the breaking point. It was after that my anger turned inward, I felt worthless, the sheer pain I was constantly in. Truthfully I don't know how I move forward. Hermione believes that it's because I'm strong, but I believe its because I haven't earned redemption."
Harry hung his head and closed his eyes, a shimmering tear dripping down his face and falling into the water, it's mysterious glow brightening.
"I don't know why, but redemption is always on my mind. When I wake each morning it is the first word I think of. Whatever I have done, I feel I must earn that redemption not for myself, but for her. I don't know who she is but I can feel her in my heart. She has always been there, comforting my sorrows and calming my rage. For her I would do anything. I want to live, if only to pass her kindness onto others in my own way."
He clasped his hands before him in a semblance of prayer.
"Please, I would be happy to die in order to save her my fate. Connected as we are, my death would likely draw her with me into the abyss. I beg of you, Goddess, Please save her?
Tears flowed freely now as the room around him brightened from green to blue and than to white. This went unnoticed by harry until a gentle feminine hand raised his face. He opened his eyes to see The Goddess before him. Long curly brown hair framed her face held back with a pink bow and a small white orb hung on a silk cord draped around her neck. She wore a pink button up dress under a short sleeved red jacket with metal bracelets around her wrists.
"It is alright little one, shh."
Her soft angelic voice echoed through him as she floated down to his level and drew him into her arms to calm his nerve wracking sobs.
"Tis hard, to bear the weight of ones sins without the memories of committing them. At the end of this day you will learn of your past. Of the redemption you both seek. Your love is my love, my gift to you in this life. Though the morrow is barren of promises, Nothing shall forestall your return."
As he lost consciousness, the Goddess lay him down upon the ground evaporating into the air. From the depths of the spring a body encased in crystal arose. It's prison evaporating much as the goddess did. The mans flowing silver hair, floated in the spring as he was laid down into the spring of life force. Harry's own body was raised into the air to float above the spring glowing green and blue as he dissolved into sparkles of energy that spiraled down to the form beneath him.
Again the white glow returned as the last of the specks of light entered the once lifeless form of the one winged angel. his breathing started slow at first and increased as his body changed, becoming shorter as his age decreased to his late teens. His hair gaining the semblance of waves becoming messy as his bangs assumed their customary position framing his face. The roots turning black and spreading down the length of his hair til it fades first to gray then to gleaming silver. He startled awake suddenly as if struck by lightning revealing to the world his green blue eyes and serpentine pupils.