A/N - Hey guys, for those who are currently reading my other fic Coming of Judgement, i have not abandoned it so do not fear, im currently writing the next few chapters for it. This story is an idea that i have had in my head and wanted to get down before i lost it. It has referenced to the Diablo world but will but that will not be a key factor in the story. As for pairings, i am yet undecided on who harry shall end up with although i have plans for him to hook up with several people throught his journeys. Also the rating on this story is high as i want to let loose with some things :).
Im gonna create a poll to see who you guys think Harry should ultimately be with.
Thanks
Apollo
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the Diablo universe. These are owned by J. and Blizzard Entertainment respectively.
Harry Potter and Timeless Warrior
Chapter One: Death cannot claim you.
Harry Potter, soon to turn 16, was sat contemplating his life. His current place of residence, number 4 Privet Drive of Little Whinging in Surrey was, to him, what could only be described as prison. His only living relatives treated him as a worthless piece of scum. For his whole life Harry had wished to be normal, loved and accepted. But on his 11th birthday, harry discovered he could be anything but normal.
For you see Harry Potter was a wizard. His relatives were what magical beings called muggles. It was their jealousy, anger and pettiness that made Harry' time with them a living hell. He would be starved, worked as a slave, belittled and on occasion beaten. Such was the life of Harry that he had come to some form of acceptance, thinking that he deserved all the pain and anguish. This of course all before he even knew he was a wizard. Then things got worse.
In his first year at the world renowned Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Harry discovered he was one of the most famous people in wizarding history. The only person ever to survive a killing curse and at the same time defeat the darkest wizard to walk the planet in history. He was revered as a saviour, a hero and for accomplishing the impossible survival of a curse that was thought unstoppable was thusly dubbed The-Boy-Who-Lived. Then throughout this first year Harry had made friends by the names of Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger. Together they had uncovered a secret kept at Hogwarts, which led to them saving said secret from the believed dead Dark Lord Voldemort. Progressing through traps set by the teaching faculty, Harry alone ended up battling against the possessed form of one of his teachers, unavoidably killing said teacher in the progress.
Then second year Harry' life was turned upside down. One moment he was being hailed a hero, loved by all, barring those dark sympathisers, the next, because he unwittingly found the ability he could talk to snakes was classed as the next Dark Lord in training. Ridiculed by the school for something he could not control, life was not fair for Harry Potter. However, this skill in talking to snakes, known as Parseltongue, led Harry to happening upon a secret chamber made by Salazar Slytherin himself. The discovery of this chamber came about by a monster roaming the school unseen, petrifying students and on one occasion a ghost. The monster, later discovered to be a Basilisk, was defeated by Harry using the sword of Godric Gryffindor, with the aid of a phoenix belonging to his Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. After vanquishing a Basilisk and freeing Ron's little sister from certain death, Harry was once again dubbed a hero.
Third year bought around the betrayer of Harry' parents. Believed to be the escaped convict of Azkaban, Sirius Black, Harry was constantly watched by students and teachers alike. The only time of fun Harry seemed to receive that year was from one of Harrys Parents best friends, Remus Lupin. Remus taught Harry a charm to fend off the dementors that seemed to take an interest in him, although they were meant to be searching for Sirius Black on orders of the Ministry of Magic. The charm, aptly named The Patronus, being cast successfully at age 13, in a corporeal form, that of his father's animagus form, a stag, was previously unheard of. Later in the year it was discovered that Sirius Black was innocent, although nobody but Harry, Hermione, Ron, Dumbledore and Remus believed it. Peter Pettigrew turned out to be the real traitor, faking his own death to frame Sirius for his crimes. However, Peter escaped that night, making it impossible to prove Sirius' innocence, forcing him to go on the run.
Then fourth year came about and with it the return of a prestigious tournament. This year Harry was unexpectedly chosen to compete, even though it was impossible for him to enter. Once again everyone turned on him, including his best friend Ronald Weasley. Harry struggled through the tournament doing surprisingly well. But at the end of the last task the unthinkable happened. Harry' fellow Hogwarts champion, Cedric Diggory, was murdered when they both claimed the cup for victory, transporting them to a graveyard. Voldemort was reborn this night, with Harry as an unwilling participant. Harry made a miraculous escape with the help of a very rare occurrence when brother wands meet, known as Priori Incantatem. It was a battle of wills, which Harry surprisingly won, forcing Voldemort's victims to emerge from his wand in a ghostly form. They attacked Voldemort giving Harry the chance to escape. The ministry and most of wizarding Britain refused to believe the truth and once again cast Harry off, slandering his name and ridiculing him at every possible chance.
Fifth year continued the same attitudes as the end of his fourth, with the introduction of visions from Voldemort and the Senior Undersecretary to the Minister, Madame Umbridge. She was against anything that made the ministry look bad, against half-breeds and especially against Harry. Forcing him to use a Blood quill during her detentions. Harry with the aid of Hermione and the apologetic Ronald Weasley, set up a club, in secret, to learn how to protect themselves. During the year Harry' visions became worse, coming to a halt one night when he believed his godfather, Sirius, had been captured by Voldemort and was being held at the ministry. This led Harry and a bunch of his friends to breaking in to the ministry where a fight between Voldemort's death eaters and themselves quickly kicked off. Harry later found out that it was all a trap and Sirius had never been at the ministry, it was to lure Harry there to obtain a weapon for Voldemort. Harry had lost his godfather to The Veil of Death that night and had watched Dumbledore battle Voldemort, and then battled Voldemort himself in his mind. When Harry returned to Hogwarts, a prophecy was revealed to him. One that would change his life.
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...and the Dark Lord will mark him as his 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...
And this is where we find Harry, sat in his room at Privet Drive, eyes unfocused, rethinking his life from the moment his parents were killed. He was understandably angry and upset. How could he be expected to defeat the most powerful dark lord with no training and no knowledge of what was to come before it was too late.
His friends had been no help in their letters. Remembering them all Harry could do was sigh in frustration. They didn't understand and how could they? They all said the same really, what could he have replied with?
Dear Harry,
Hey mate, listen don't beat yourself up about Sirius, there's nothing you could have done. Cheer up will ya, Quidditch this year! Oh and guess what! The Canons won their first game in 2 years! I'm telling you Harry, this is the Canons year to take the cup!
Anyway have you had any dreams or visions? Scar hurt at all? You can tell me you know Harry. If you do you should tell Dumbledore too, he will know what they mean! Mums trying to persuade him to let you come here but he's adamant that it won't be until the last week before school. Mum's gonna hold a belated bday party for you.
See ya soon mate,
Ron
This only made Harry even more depressed. 'The insensitive, selfish little prick! I've just lost the closest thing to a Dad and he thinks I should just forget him! BASTARD!'
Dear Harry,
Please do not blame yourself Harry. Sirius went the way he wanted too, fighting protecting you! You couldn't have done anything to save him so please don't blame yourself.
I'm currently in Bulgaria visiting Viktor, it's wonderful here, all the magical sights and historical places is fascinating, I wish you could see it too. Ron is being a right jerk, insisting I come back right now because he needs me to help him with his homework! Can you believe him?
Anyway I best shoot Harry, were going to see Viktor's training grounds and to meet the Bulgarian team today, I'll get autographs for you.
Take care,
Hermione
Whilst still not any help, Harry was slightly cheered by the typical Hermione, always after knew knowledge. The only thing he was annoyed about was Hermione insinuating she knew Sirius more than he did. How would she know that that was the way Sirius wanted to go? If Harry had his way Sirius would have lived happy and died old.
And so Harry sat staring out his window looking into the night sky, cloudless and full of stars. It just seemed so free, so majestic and timeless. For as long as man had existed there had been the stars and the moon. They were so peaceful and un-judging. They brought a calm to Harry that he rarely experienced, and he reveled in their presence.
Harry lay down and wished silently to himself that he could have the time to learn what was needed, experience what others had, live without worrying of what could happen and only worry about the moment. But as great as magic was, he knew that it was impossible.
"BOY! GET UP!" boomed the voice of Vernon Dursley, waking Harry from his first dreamless sleep in months.
Slowly dragging himself from his deep slumber Harry realised he felt the best he had in ages. Going through his life had done wonders for his mind. He no longer felt responsible for Sirius' death, he knew who was to blame and promised they would meet their end by his hand. The time for childish behaviour with Ron was over, it was time to put his head down and learn all that he could. Voldemort would be in for one hell of a shock if he thought Harry James Potter was going down without a fight.
After changing into the tent sized clothes his Aunt Petunia had oh so graciously gifyed him with once Dudley had outgrown them, he made his way to the kitchen and started to prepare breakfast for his 'family'.
"Now listen here boy, if you think those freak friends of yours can scare me you have another thing coming. We have put up with your freakishness for too long! Go to your room and do not even think of coming out for anything! Do I make myself clear freak?" Vernon said, Dudley smirking next to him.
"Clear as crystal, Uncle Vernon" harry responded, leaving the kitchen and heading back to his room.
That night Vernon returned from work, and from what Harry could hear, was extremely drunk. A thundering up the stairs got Harry standing in the middle of his room ready for the load of bull to sprout from his Uncles mouth.
As Vernon entered Harry' room he had a sadistic smile on his face. A smile that unnerved Harry more than Voldemort ever could.
"Guess what you fucking freakazoid, you aint got anyone here to save you now!"
Whack.
Harry felt the impact of Vernon's fist against the side of his face, smashing his glasses instantly and sending him into a dazed state.
With several more grunts, Vernon had kicked Harry whilst he was down. Receiving blows to his legs arms and chest Harry knew his bones had been broken. There was no chance of him getting up to fend his Uncle off, he could only bite his tongue and refuse to give Vernon the satisfaction of a moan or a tear.
"Where are they huh boy? I don't see no stick waving faggots around here! Just a bunch of loonies u lot are, ha-ha, freaks, who would be scared of you!" came the distorted voice of his Uncle, muffled by the ringing in his ears threatening to deafen him. "Bah what's one less freak in the world, I'm sure Tuney won't mind, your worthless!"
Vernon brought his foot up one more time and stamped his foot, successfully connecting with Harry's head, which momentarily connected with the floor.
Harry' world went black.
Harry awoke in agony. Every fibre of his being ached. He was unable to withhold any longer.
"Argghhhhhh"
"Humph, freaks awake, damn boy has missed his chores! I'll go get him pet" Vernon grumbled to his wife several days later. Entering Harry' room Vernon scrunched his face up in disgust.
"Now listen to me here boy, if you say a word to Petunia I'll kill you! Got it! Now shut the hell up or I'll knock you out again! Get changed and do your chores freak! I expect them to be done by the time I get back." Vernon hissed, exiting the room.
Harry whimpered whilst he got changed into some clean clothes free of blood stains. His promise to make people to pay would have to be delayed until he was back at Hogwarts and able to use magic. As he tried to stand, Harry fell straight to the floor with a sickening crunch, both legs had given way and Harry fell once again into unconsciousness from the pain.
Beep-beep, beep-beep, beep-beep.
Harry awoke to the incessant beeping of his watch. With agonizing movements he bought his wrist close to his face. 11:55pm he read through blurred vision. 'What so important to 11:55pm' he thought, squinting his eyes further, Harry saw the date. 31st July. 'Oh, my birthday, five minutes, what a start'. Minutes seemed to drag by as Harry took quick shallow breaths, unable to draw a decent enough amount of air due to the pain. 'If only the world could see me now…. Some hero…' was his last thought as his watch blipped twice signifying 12:00am, the start of his birthday.
Still staring at his watch Harry noticed that the time had stopped counting. "Stupid watch, how cliché for it to stop at the exact time of my birthday!" he said allowed to himself.
A chuckle had him looking up to the middle of his room. Standing there was a figure donned in gold and silver plate armour, a black silk hood masking his face in shadows, a huge flaming white sword, point at his feet with his hands resting on the hilt, but this was not the most surprising feature, this figure, this being before him had brilliant white cord like things with an ethereal blue glow emerging from his back and flowing around him, reminiscent of what Harry could only describe as Angel wings.
"Cliché? Yes… It does seem that way does it not? No, my dear boy, time has just stopped." His voice was soft yet loud, melodic yet dangerous, soothing with an impossible light echo to it. "Ah I sense confusion in you. Do not fear, I am not here to harm you, and confused I can understand, I have not been seen in this world since the time of Diablo and his brothers Mephisto and Baal. My name you are going to ask is Tyrael, member of the Angiris Council and Archangel of Justice. And you are Harry James Potter, named by those of this world as the 'Boy-Who-Lived'. We in the council have taken this title and used it for our own amusement, we aptly call you the Being-Who-Shall-Not-Die."
Harry was stunned during this being's speech his pain had disappeared, eyesight better than any time in his life with or without glasses. This magic, as far as Harry knew, was unheard of.
"Erm excuse me er sir, but erm why are you here? Why has time stopped? Where are you from why has no-one ever heard of you?" he stammered, awed by the being known as Tyrael.
"I am no Sir Harry, I ask that you call me Tyrael. I am here to explain your unique situation my friend, time has stopped to allow me to so. I am from what humans describe as Heaven, although it is nothing like what they believe it to be, one can only know its splendour when they arrive. I have not been mentioned in your world because the last time I was here was thousands of years ago, any knowledge of my presence has been lost in time." Tyrael explained. "Now onto business, you Harry are very very unique, you see you should have died at least four times by now, yet here you stand. Once when Tom Marvolo Riddle used the killing curse against you, again when you saved the Philosopher's stone, once more with the Basilisk in your second year and finally not 1 month ago when Tom tried to possess you."
Harry sat stunned, it was not every day an Archangel introduced himself to you and then proceeded to explain that should be dead, not once, not twice but on four separate occasions. He could not speak, throat too dry to pronounce what he wanted to say, so instead he just sat there staring.
"Yes all a bit of shock isn't it? Now, continuing with why I am here, you Harry my friend are timeless, you cannot stop time but you can travel through it, to the past and back to the present. You cannot however travel to the future for the future has not yet been written therefore time has not yet a place for it. We, the Angiris Council, have decided to help you a little with your struggle with the Dark Lord of your time for he plans to release the Prime Evils, Lords of Terror, Destruction and Hatred. He has already tapped into their power on a minor scale, but the more he uses this power, the more the rift opens for them to return. The only missing key is a ritual that we fear this Dark Lord will learn of in the coming years. You Harry, must travel through the past learning all you can so you are ready for your fight against Voldemort. Do not concern yourself with the happenings of those you leave behind for you will return at exactly the same time you leave."
"But how is that possible? I mean how can I get to the past, how do I return, why will no time pass whilst I am gone?" Harry managed to come over his shock enough to interrupt Tyrael.
"It is possible because the prophecy made about you says it is, power the Dark Lord knows not, Harry. You can get to the past by willing yourself to any time you wish. I suggest starting with Merlin and making your way through the years. No time will pass while you are gone because wherever you go is the present. It is impossible for the future to continue whilst you live in the past my friend. Just know that you cannot change anything that has happened, everything that has happened will happen no matter how much you try to interfere, if you can interfere it is because you are meant to and because it will not change the present that you know now. Do you understand Harry?" upon receiving Harry' nod Tyrael continued, "Good! Now it is time for me to depart, I will send you to your first destination, after that you are on your own. As a gift from the council, your faithful owl Hedwig shall be transformed into a phoenix and will travel with you for always. Now be well Harry James Potter and learn all that you can. We shall not meet again for Death cannot claim you."
With another blinding flash Harry blacked out once again, something he was fast becoming accustomed too, but at least this time there was no pain.
