This is a plot dump for my bunnies of non-anime relates (for those who don't know, I am FXF91 as well. Explanation is on my profile).

I will probably not get to these (as I have already several on a roll in my other account), so if you wish to take it on and adopt it, please contact me and give me credit of your inspiration. I will also make place some challenges on each (don't worry, they are mostly length challenges). Just don't want the stories to die off if it is too long.

CHALLENGE: At least 6-12 chapters, 3,000+ words in each. Want it longer? Just continue, but try not to kill it off.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in relation to any of the TV series/movies/Books etc.

Plot Bunny #1: Harry Potter/Supernatural

No More…

The almost tangible gray ashes in the air swirled around Harry as his war worn eyes wondered from groups surrounding the ruins of the once magnificent castle of Hogwarts. In every other group, he found students of new and old as well as teachers, break down crying or staring into blankness, suddenly look up to him like he was a beacon of light as he passed.

When he saw the expectancy behind their eyes as he continued his wanderings about the grounds, he felt chains that he had thought he would be free from, tighten around his body. But he also knew, he couldn't help them this time. They are on their own.

Harry Potter will be gone from this world soon; to help another problem someplace else. The only reason he hasn't left yet, is to see to the dead.

He paused at a few of the fallen DA members he had trained the year before, silently praying for their peace in the afterlife. He gave a flicker of a smile to the DA members that were still breathing, giving them a gentle pat on the arm.

Then he reached the Great Hall. He took a shaky inhale of the smoky air exhaling in the same manner, then swallowing the lump that was forming in his dread of seeing his own personal tragedy beyond. Curling his hands into a fist he stepped forward.

The first of the bodies he could see, is his Uncle Remus "Moony" Lupine with his wife Nymphadora Tonks, laying side-by-side, opposing arms of each almost seemingly reaching out for each other but cut off by an inch apart. Tears fell as he remembered not too long ago that he embraced him, giving him a chance to hug Teddy, their son, telling him that he is his godfather and he is to care for him if they never step out of these stone walls again, before the baby was rushed away to a safe haven by Andromeda Tonks.

The next were from the Weasley family. He didn't want to get closer but he could see far enough to watch them greave for their loss of Fred. Molly, in Arthur's embrace, grieved for her dead child. Bill and Charlie holding their eldest of younger brother, Percy from whatever he was trying to do to punish himself. Ron, held onto newly declared girlfriend, Hermione, as if she's his lifeline. Ginny just bawled her eyes out as Fleur, Bill's wife, hugged her. And lastly, the other side of Fred and twin, George. He's still holding his soul brother tightly as he cried; shaking him as if to expecting the other to jump up at him like it one their many pranks.

Harry turned his head away in tears before his eyes meeting with Luna. She was with Neville, still holding the Gryffindor sword, as he stared at the wand of one Bellatrix Lestrange in his hand. She tapped his shoulder for attention then pulled him lightly towards him.

"Good to see you alright, Harry," Luna said.

"Yeah…I was worried when Hagrid carried you like you had died," Neville added before frowning at the wand clutched in Harry's hand, wisping silver smoke. "That wand…"

"Sorry, Neville…" Harry consciously tucking the wand into the holster he found on his way back, underneath his jacket's sleeve. He noticed the lingering glazed gaze broke once he did. "Don't mention this would you."

"Yeah… I won't…" Neville said smiling before leaving to the call of Madam Promfrey to help heal those still wounded, as she's shorthanded.

Harry attempted to leave himself, but Luna tugged back his attention with his jacket. She looked at him in the eye with sadness in her eyes, and spoke. "You have touched all three. You can't return to being ignorant of who you are."

Surprise escaped his control when he heard those words. There was no need to ask what she had meant. He had felt the otherworldly change the moment his hands grasped the liquid silk of his fathers invisibility cloak in his first year. When he touched the resurrection stone, that feeling increased. Due to that, the pull from the wand became inevitable, and the next thing Harry knew, he was holding the wand in his grasp. There is no question the bedtime story is in fact real; he has become the Master of Death.

But he already knew that.

It was just hard to accept the fate he wanted to escape from. For Death to pull something like this to make him take these items in his grasp once again.

"I know…Thank you, Luna," he grasped the hand at his jacket and took it to his lips to kiss. "If you ever need me…"

"Call upon your true name… Azrael…" a soft glow around him indicated the call is true. Harry smiled sadly at her and the rest of the people in the once magnificent castle, before stepping back and disappearing with sounds of unseen flapping wings.

"Good luck, Harry…"

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