The Shadow Walker
Abby Ebon
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Summary: This is Alternate Universe and yaoi (also called slash or yoai). Harry Potter's relatives left him to die in a parking lot; he was found by Loki and sent to Japan to be adopted and renamed Yoru; at five he runs away from his 'parents'- facing down bad guys, gods, and now at nine- the Ronin Warriors and Jun Yamada.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything you recognize however any original characters and this plot is all mine.
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0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0 -Chapter One- Leaving Home 0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0
To tell my story fully, you'd have to go back in time. As, to my knowledge, people still can't do that, I'll have to tell it the best I can.
My real name is Harry Potter; I didn't find that out until I was eleven - even with my connections with the 'bad guys', and a certain half-giant mythological trickster 'God'; otherwise, I prefer the name Midori Yoru, it's what I've been called most of my life, and is wholly mine – without a doubt.
My life story…
It starts with a wizard. Not just any wizard, mind you.
Dumbledore, who'd if he'd been anyone else in the world- I'd have asked Emperor Talpa to kill him. Yes, I'm on familiar terms with a 'bad guy' even if I am the so called 'The-Boy-Who-Lived'.
Yes, I do, as a matter of fact, know why I lived through the killing curse. It has nothing to do with my mother; it has to do with a certain half-giant mythological trickster 'God' known as - Loki.
Yap, fate really was out to get me. I'm just lucky trickster gods in general like me. I still haven't quite decided if this is a good thing or not.
Oh, well, at least I have a few gods on my side- it's more then I can say about some people.
Well, lets start shall we?
Loki, The Fire God - The Trickster, The Half-Giant.
The One with the Power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches.
Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh moon dies, and the Dark Lord will mark him as equal, but he will have Power, the Dark Lord knows not.
And either must die at the hand of the Other; for neither can live while the Other survives.
Loki, the trickster 'god', and the half giant-blood sworn brother to Odin- ruler of the gods- awoke to this prophesy passed by a mortal woman's lips in the Mortal Realms.
Loki knew that, mortals, and humans especially, were vain creatures; not only in appearance but in the way they thought - that everything must have something to do with those individuals, or person, personally.
Loki knew differently, just as he knew that this particular prophesy would escape Odin's notice- and that would be his downfall.
Loki also knew that he had to protect, 'the One with the Power'; making Loki either 'the Other', or 'the Power'- or both! Loki was very good with riddles; they were almost as fun as playing tricks, and shape-shifting.
So, he knew, he had time. It was enough, and Loki couldn't wait to set in motion his greatest trick yet.
The Day 'Harry Potter' was born.
Lily Potter had decided to have her child at home, it was old fashioned, but somehow it felt right. James hadn't protested, save for the insistence to get a midwife, who was with her now.
James was being counseled by Sirius, and Remus; there were no noises, but that's was what worried James the most. Peter hadn't been able to make it, but that was alright with James.
Inside the birthing room, Lily Potter couldn't believe her eyes. She had trusted James to get the best midwife, but she doubted James knew just who he had been dealing with.
"Should I be worried?" Lily Potter asked the fire 'god' before her, he had been disguised as an old midwife- but for some reason, he had shed it when they were alone.
Eyes beyond recognizable colors watched her; a glint of amusement and mischief that even the most divine of gods couldn't disguise. Hair that shown amber, with sun yellow kisses hung around his face; pulled into a loose ponytail behind his neck. Skin that was tanned to a bronze; she had imagined that it would be pale.
Of course his body was something else altogether- but she dare not think too much on that, he might overhear her thoughts.
"Not at all, only know that I have something, special, planned for your child, not that he isn't special enough." Loki mused, Lily nodded - wary. She would not question him; he was a force of nature unto himself, and she dared not push him into disfavoring her, or her as-yet unborn baby.
The memory of a woman scorned might last several life times; but the memory of the Gods lasted till the end of time- if not longer.
So the labor began, and although Loki was no fertility god; Lily felt no pain, and when her child was delivered into Loki's arms, she felt a rush of fear. Not that the he wouldn't give her child back, but that Loki might get both her child, and himself, in deeper danger then even he knew.
"Well done mortal…" Loki murmured entranced by her offspring- he rubbed a finger over her child's brow, and smirked. Lily wasn't sure if the 'mortal' he referred to was herself- or her child.
"It's a boy; he's got your eyes." Loki said as he shook himself, and gently placed the child in Lily's arms. Lily beamed up at Loki, who nodded, and returned to his mortal female - midwife disguise, a wide mischievous grin still in place.
Loki, as the midwife, told James, and company, the good news. Then when the men went to speak with Lily, and view the new addiction; he disappeared, reappearing back in the Divine Realms in his natural state.
What he hadn't told Lily was that her son was a half-god.
That not even Loki hadn't expected.
Now, Loki knew he would have to find the child's father, to see if the child had gained any special powers from his father. Loki fully intended to carry out his 'trick', and no mere obstacle of the child's father was going to prevent that.
Ironically, Loki overlooked the child's birth name.
Harry, which is from the name, and title, Harold, and was Scandinavian for Army Ruler.
The Day Voldemort Killed Harry's Parents.
Loki got there too late.
He'd expected to see Harry dead, and was prepared for the worst. It was a pleasant surprise to see the infant alive and well, if not in questionable hands. It was an astonishing surprise to see Odin cradling the infant Harry in his arms. Loki approached cautiously; he swallowed when Odin faced him, grim as death.
"Tell me truthfully, Loki, did you do this?" Odin's voice was forbidding, and terrible in his rage, and Loki shook from within.
"No, I swear, I was trying to protect him…" Loki whispered, he would be damned if he took the blame for something he didn't do. Odin nodded his weary eyes on Loki, who approached - to stand by Odin's side.
Loki had never seen Odin look so distraught. Then he saw why - emblazed on Harry's forehead, where Loki had rubbed when he had been born, was an insignia of lightning bolt - Odin's war symbol.
"What happened?" Loki asked Odin in a whisper- it seemed appropriate in the ruin of the Potters home.
Odin told him of Lily's final request. Then the mortal, however corrupted, and split his soul, he was still mortal- had slew Lily just as Odin had arrived. Then the mortal had tried to kill Odin's son.
No mortal soul, no matter how twisted, could kill a half-god child.
The curse had rebound; and Odin's child had been revealed to him, and the lighting bolt symbol would stay with Harry for life as a reminder to all of what Harry was. Though mortal Witches and Wizards would think it was a curse-scar.
What fools mortals could be.
Odin, and Loki, heard the rumble of an engine - and simultaneously it was decided, they would take Harry to Odin's hall Valaskjalf in Asgard, where his throne Hlidskjalf was. Together, they would announce Harry was a son of Odin, who would live among mortals till he came of an age to understand his heritage, and then he would be taught among the gods.
A second passed in the mortal world, and Harry was back; giving a small cry to alert Hagrid and Sirius to where he was.
The Day of Harry's Abandonment…
Unlike in most stories, the abandonment of the main character by his cruel hearted relatives did not occur at night, or during a stormy day. However it was slightly cloudy, and a bit breezy- but by no means was it threatening to storm.
Mrs. Petunia Dursley had gone shopping that day. That night, she and Vernon had argued the pros, and cons, of keeping Harry. It was decided that magical protection from the menace- couldn't out weigh the damage it would do to their reputations, and Harry would be abandoned in the parking lot of the local mall.
Loki had been on watch when Harry was left by his aunt. He had argued with the other gods that at the first mistake on the part of mortals, that Harry should be left to another family. It had been agreed on, but Loki hadn't expected such a huge second mistake to occur so soon.
Loki had expected Petunia to come back, she didn't.
Loki went into her mind to make sure she had noticed; she had. Yet, she did nothing, Loki - in a fury, went back to the parking lot, and half on instinct, and half by impulse- he placed Harry in the care of the Yoru, a family in Japan.
The Norse gods did not fight this, as they knew Harry would be safe in Japan, if only because Loki had vowed to protect him.
AN: This, I'm afraid is one of those stories you'll be lucky to see ended – for that you'd either have found this at the end, or have stuck with me from the start. If you have the patience for such a thing – you should know, this is a very revised version of one of my first ever fictions – the first version I still have and guard jealously, in it - Midori Yoru (Midori means "Green" in Japanese) was a original character, a boy with a braid like Duo's of Gundam Wing - who had cat-like golden-green eyes, a panther and Orb- who stood with gods, and fought many a evil, a boy who was as much a mystery to me as to anyone else- yet was never quite 'finished'. As I grew older, I decided Midori needed to be seen as a hero – as Harry Potter was unpublished at this time, I put him up to Ronin Warriors- and found him lacking, as I knew so very little of the Warriors, save from the little I read of slash. So for a few years I took it down, and became a better writer. One day, somehow, my Midori merged with Harry Potter – and of course, I was very amused by this, but – I thought, it made sense, Harry- or Midori would need to be seen as a hero from the very start – dark as his beginnings might be. One day, Midori might become my own again, but, for now – I think he is Harry Potter as much as he was ever Midori- his origins just took a little growing up, as I did.