I am writing this story as my first proper outing after reading hundreds of fan fictions over the years in response to 'The PhantomHokage's' challenge set on 19th of May 2009 (link on profile) and as such this a HP/One Piece fic.
Okay, I personally believe that more fictions should start like this (thank you Caramela – from the story 'Knowledge is power') Where the author lays it all out of what the fic is going to contain.
- Due to the challenge Harry is going to eat the Mera Mera no Mi (Flame Flame Fruit) (Thus ace will have eaten a different fruit of which I haven't decided on yet)
- 1 Galleon equals 5 British pounds, 1 beli equals 0.006 British pounds (i.e. making a 1,500 beli meal equal around £10)
- Ron, Dumbledore and Molly bashing, although not much for Ron, of which you will understand if you read on.
- The ship is Harry/Tonks/?? Don't like it? Tough! (Its part of the challenge, although I am a fan of the ship myself)
- Magic wont be playing a huge part in the story as the proficiency with the devil fruits increases although there will be some magic at various parts.
- Voldemort will most likely not be coming to the One Piece universe.
- There will be OC's though not for a while I think.
- No m/m slash but potentially f/f/m lemons in future.
- Harry's personality will be kind of OC but this is due to the fact of what he secretly discovers after fourth year and his personality if shown at all in the start of the story will be a mask.
Chapter One – Of endings and new Beginnings
His blood was pounding in his ears, breaths coming out shallow as the adrenaline burned through his veins pushing his body to its limits as he ran around the veil room inside the department of mysteries his emerald green eyes scanning round the room as he threw various curses at the unidentifiable assailants that assailed him, cowards hiding behind grotesque masks carved of bone and robes that hid all other traces of identity, even gender.
Death Eaters. Fanatical followers of the one who called himself Lord Voldemort who's sole if slightly cliché ambition was to rule the world in immortality. A goal that had been blocked several times that often made Harry wonder if he had always been so incompetent or whether his forced exile from his body for 13 years had decreased the potency of his mind.
Of course not all of them were hiding in such a way, two of the inner circle members that where present where dressed in their regular garb, the firsts was Lucius Malfoy.
Lucius, one of the dark lords most zealous followers, dressed in the finest silk robe money could buy, holding the cane that usually held his snake-headed wand loosely at his side in his left hand as his wand was held firmly in his right hand in a traditional pureblood duelling stance. His platinum hair flowed down to his shoulder blades and cheek bones that only an old regal house could manage after years of selective breeding, although because of the madness of the 'purebloods' that had come before him some of those selections had included members of the family, never as close as sisters but several cousins had married across the years in an attempt to keep the blood 'pure'. What his ancestors had not had the wits to know though was that every time they mixed the blood in such a way they damaged the very blood they were trying to keep pure, and that in just a few more generations the 'Ancient and noble house of Malfoy' would soon never be able to produce more than a mentally retarded squib.
The second of the unmasked death eaters was Bellatrix Lestrange, as mad as the day was long, with long black hair that ran down to her thighs if let loose, that after 13 years of not being cut or washed looked like a dark overgrown bush upon her head, her head, which housed her eyes, those insane eyes that had long since been corrupted by her love of torturing things, glared out at the world around her, her voice accenting her madness even further as it came out in a simpering child like voice that was often the last thing a person ever heard save their own screams. She was garbed in a dress that would have been more in place in the 19th century rather than 1995, such was the mentality of the purebloods, people that would practically wet themselves if they saw a light bulb or television even though they had been around for around 90 and 60 years respectively, although after this second war had started Harry had given a lot of thought to the matter and had decided this was just plain dumb, although they might not want to adopt muggle things to be their own and even if they wanted to destroy even single muggle thing, they should still have the mind to learn what the things they were trying to destroy were capable of, 'Know thy enemy' a saying that had been around for centuries but had somehow evaded the purebloods grasp.
As his internal monologue descriptions of his foes ran through his mind he remembered what had brought him here. Hermione. Even her name now caused his heart to constrict painfully. He had received a vision that showed Hermione inside the department of mysteries being crucioed. He had immediately checked the marauders map and tried to locate her only to find that she truly wasn't anywhere on the grounds of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. After quickly gathering together Luna, Neville, Ginny and Ron, whose name caused him to sneer inside his head, and telling them of the situation they set off riding thestrals and had managed to recover the prophecy that he intended to trade for Hermione's life. After getting back to the spinning room they found several death eaters standing there expectantly.
'Ah Harry, I'm so glad you could make it' Lucius Malfoy sneered, 'now give me the prophecy' he demanded.
'Where is Hermione?' was retorted back.
Unfortunately for Lucius one of the dumber minions in the dark lords service choose that moment to open the door that led to the veil room and without properly looking into the spinning room asked Lucius 'When are those brats getting here? Now that that bushy mudblood bitch is dead I'm bored'
The death eaters inside the spinning room had been unfortunately stupid enough to turn around to see the new arrival and thus were hit full on with 5 separate angry cries of 'Reducto' (Ron) 'Depulso' (Ginny) 'Bombarda' (Luna) 'Confringo' (Neville) and 'Reducto Maxima' (Harry).
This barrage of spells had instantly killed 4 minor death eaters (unknown to all that Draco Malfoy had been one of them, being the one who had captured Hermione and bought her to the Department in the first place) and pushed the surviving ones into the Veil room courtesy of the anger powered 'Depulso'.
This then started a raging battle of 5 students' vs. 11 death eaters, and to the great shock of the death eaters the students where keeping pace even against double their own numbers.
Several minutes into the fight though Ronald Weasley fell down for the last time as he was hit by a killing curse to the sternum, and although everyone else became even more driven by rage, none more so than Ginny who started throwing some very questionable curses at the death eaters, Harry himself couldn't bring himself to care and just carried on regardless, if any of his friends had seen him they would have thought that he was as angry as them for Ron's death but they would be mistaken, he was angry solely because of Hermione's death. And if his friends had known this they would have questioned just what had happened to cause such a flippant reaction to his supposedly first and best friend. The answer to that being simple and known to none in this group but Harry himself, and that is that Ron had betrayed him.
It had been the summer after fourth year, the year that had torn his life apart, Cedric had been murdered by wormtail, Voldemort had been resurrected thanks to Harry's blood, and upon returning to the stadium he had found out that his godfather Sirius 'Padfoot' Black had been found watching the tournament and had been immediately executed followed shortly by his pseudo uncle Remus 'Moony' Lupin after in a rage had tried to attack the minister for issuing the kill order. Upon returning to number 4 Privet drive with his ever so loving relatives, he had received a letter from Gringots bank with a letter from Sirius, which read,
Dear Pup
If you are reading this then I have snuffed it, hopefully I either went down swinging in a marvellous battle or under two twenty year old witches (preferably twins) which bought a small snort of laughter from Harry But unfortunately either way means I'm no longer with you, and I'm so very sorry for that,, I was never the same after Azkaban, anyone could tell you that, but you can take solace in the knowledge that now I can finally be with James and Lily (I just hope she isn't too mad at me, she never did get me back for all those times I peeped on her and her friends in the showers, of which she found out shortly before her passing, but she always could keep a grudge)
But now onto more serious (no pun intended) matters, the ones you trust don't all deserve it. You probably have a rather confused look marring your face right now don't you? But my explanation should clear it all up. Albus Dumbledore, Ronald Weasley and Molly Weasley are not to be trusted, I have recently found out (through the use of some *cough* legally obtained veritiserum of which I'm sure you know the use of) that they have been betraying you for years, as your guardian I have managed to talk the goblins into sending your bank statements by goblin magic not mail, which by the end of that sentence you are probably thinking 'What bank statements?' and that is exactly the point, you should have been receiving one monthly from the minute you first handed the goblins your key, but Dumbles has been blocking them from you. And this is because then you would find out the truth, from the minute Hagrid gave you your letter Ron and Molly have been receiving money in return for befriending you and then later taking you in over the holidays, each getting 1000 galleons a year for the 'service' (to put in some perspective since you where raised a muggle, 1 galleon equals £5 so that's £5000 a year each, and then multiply that by however many years its been) which Harry through his anger quickly did and worked it to be 8000 galleons or £40000 by now I bet its been quite a lot huh? Ronald, under Dumbles orders was always set to befriend you, 'to keep you on the right path' by making you hate Slytherin and think that Gryffindor is the best house, Molly being desperate for money and Ronald being desperate for both the limelight and money where probably incredibly easy to convince, but unfortunately there is more, Dumbles has also been taking money from your account since the moment your parents died from the middle of your fourth year which is when I am penning this letter he has already taken 484000 galleons from you (inclusive to the ones he gave to the Weasley's)
Now to the next order of business each of your school years has been a test, although I won't go into detail as I'm sure a smart lad like yourself can work it out. But suffice to say that it was all for the purpose of making you self sacrificing and putting your bravery to the test. Although the one I'm questioning with veritiserum (Ron) doesn't know the headmasters plans for you I'm sure it ends in your rather early death. DO NOT LET THIS HAPPEN!!!! Grow old, be happy and fall in love!
But this does not mean be rash in trying to free yourself from under his thumb, you are not ready yet, there are several tracking spells on you and one on your wand that on the other side of this letter gives you instructions on how to beat, allowing you to temporarily (for the holidays) block the spell trackers on your wand allowing you to perform magic, and also will allow you to tie the person tracking spells onto something else (i.e. your bed at privet) which will allow you to go out and be free when you want (though take your invisibility cloak when leaving the house as you are not as alone as you think, Mrs Figg across the road is a squib who has been keeping tabs on you all these years (but don't hate her for it, she really does have the best intentions, but has been blinded by Dumbles reputation into not over thinking your situation)
Now my final piece of advice, think before you jump (somewhat hypocritical coming from me, but don't make my mistakes) analyse the situation and come up with the best solution, and no matter what others tell you or what they think, always do what YOU think is right, based on your morals not on those of others.
And finally train well and give'em hell kiddo.
Sirius 'Padfoot' Black – generally awesome person to be around and loved by ladies far and wide.
The end of the letter causing Harry to burst out in laughter despite his both angry and sombre mood.
From then on he had checked several of the facts out for himself and came to the exact conclusion that Sirius had, from then on, although he had still hung around with Ronald despite how much he wanted to pound his face into the dirt as to keep his cover of ignorance going. And thus had to fight down a small victorious smirk as he watched Ron drop.
They had been fighting for several minutes now and although had taken out three more death eaters had started to take wounds, Ginny had, apart from a few minor cuts and bruises, a large gash across her left arm which disabled the use of it, Neville had somewhere along the line lost the last two fingers on his left hand, most likely caused by an almost dodged cutting curse, which had since apparently been self cauterised marking just what kind of person Neville truly was. Luna had a most likely broken nose going by the blood around her maw but was still fighting admirably showing outstanding skill in wordless magic, Harry himself had a large cut across his cheek going from the middle of the right side of his nose all the way to his ear which was certain to cause a scar, if he made it out of here alive that is.
As the death eaters started to press there advantage and started to push back and corner the four of them hope arrived, Harry couldn't help but let the saying 'It's always darkest before the dawn' spring to mind, as in a burst of white light, Nymphadora 'say my first name and I will kill you slowly' Tonks, Kingsley 'Shack' Shacklebolt and Alastor 'Mad-eye' Moody appeared and quickly helped to turn the tide, after managing to whittle the enemy numbers down too four death eaters now versus seven unfortunately had the side affect of both giving the death eaters more room to fight in, but also reduce the chance of friendly fire and thus started to throw the most deadly curses they knew, Harry caught one of these curses about to be thrown by Bellatrix at Tonks whose back was turned as she fought a still masked death eater, recognizing the curse from earlier in the battle and realizing that a projected 'protego' shield onto the area behind her would be cut through like paper he did the only thing that sprang to mind, he ran towards Tonks at full speed, flung himself into a tackle about 5 metres short of her location and used the 'Ascendio' charm to rocket himself through the air and successfully managed to knock her out of the way which caused her to fall into his arms, while at the same time firing a 'maxima Reducto' curse at Bellatrix's face which in her surprise went unblocked and downed the witch for good.
Harry catching Tonks though had the side effect of which was for one making him drop the prophecy orb which shattered into a million pieces and secondly making Harry and Tonks (who was still wrapped in his arms) enter a heavy and fast roll which gave them the acceleration to spin several times, which culminated in the veil which had been ignored several metres away to suddenly come into play as they rolled straight through it and instead of rolling through the transparent sheet of the veil and coming out the other side unharmed sucked them into the vortex and out of their world forever.
This was the seen that greeted Dumbledore as he arrived into the veil room, after a quick and cliché cry of 'NOOO' he sprang into action and quickly apprehended the remaining death eaters which now only numbered two unimportant members, as in everyone's distracted moment from Harry's save 'Mad-eye' had been able to capitalize and hit Lucius in the back of the head with a 'Confringo' and so ended the Malfoy line for good (with Draco having been killed earlier)
Dumbledore quickly went up to the pedestal which held the veil cast every spell he could think of in order to locate Harry (and by proxy Tonks, although to him that wasn't necessary at all) After giving it several minutes, he gave up and let himself fall down onto his ancient ass 'it wasn't suppose to go this way! He ranted in his mind 'he is supposed to fight Voldemort, DIE fighting Voldemort that was what would kill him once and for all' was the conclusion Albus had come up with all those years ago. 'No, this will not do, all those years spent grooming him cannot be for nothing! I will research this veil and drag him back here to complete his destiny! He must!
As Albus was ranting to himself Moody was assessing the battles conclusion 'Potter – most likely dead, Tonks – most likely dead, Granger – Dead, Weasley, R – Dead, Weasley, G – potential amputee, emotionally damaged, Longbottom – Damaged but alive, Lovegood – Minor nose break.' He sighed as he looked around, Ginny was cradling her dead brothers head in her lap, Neville and Luna where leaning on each other for support as they looked around sadly as their tears where finally given permission to fall, Kingsley had a few minor wounds but was other wise okay, and Albus was looking despondently at the veil although he saw an anger in the old mans eyes 'What's wrong Albus? Lost your favourite toy?' he sneered in his head as he thought back on all the manipulation he had witnessed Dumbledore do over the years in the name of the 'greater good' which caused him to scoff at the notion. But he couldn't help but think this might be able to turn into a good thing, maybe now the order would finally step up to the plate like they should have when they reformed instead of sitting round spying. 'But it came at a cost' he sighed, he always had liked Harry and Tonks, they had the makings of fine wizards and reluctantly he admitted them as friends in his mind, although he would never admit it out loud.
ELSEWHERE
'Well, it looks like where not in Kansas anymore Toto' Harry surreally quipped. As he surveyed the beach front they had landed on.
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Poll for ship:-
So far the ship is Harry/Tonks/?? I'm looking for the third. The choices are whatever you want, I'm not constraining it to just a few characters, so please feel free to make any suggestions you want to.