Title: Hogwarts: Mazoku
Author: Elthial
Summary: A field trip to a museum changes Harry and the world he lives in forever.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and the rest of the Wizarding world is owned by J.K.Rowling whilst Slayers is owned by ... someone. I claim no ownership of either pieces of intellectual property nor any disrespect to neither group of authors. Any original characters however are owned by me and I would like to be contacted if you want to use them in your own stories.
Note: This was originally a thread written up on Anime Addventure. As the vast majority of this thread was written by me I decided to also post it up on fanfiction, however it should be noted that this first prologue still contains elements of Demonhawks original chapter in order to keep the story making vague sense.
Chapter Name: Beginnings
The Multiverse.
That Sea of Chaos which stretches the eternities between the four great staffs and beyond. Known to a rare few as the Lord of Nightmares, Golden Lord, Mother of All and an assortment of other names. In the end names are unimportant, merely symbolic, all that is needed to be known is this 'entity' for all intents and purposes is god.
It's power unimaginable and unchallenged. An eternity ago it created four grand 'staffs' that rose out of its 'surface', if one must apply limited 4D constructs to something as incomprehensible as the Sea of Chaos itself. A top of each of the 'staffs' was a universe, something it created separate from itself, something it couldn't immediately control. An experiment perhaps, one which could last untold trillions of years.
But our story doesn't start in the vastness of itself but rather a place somewhat more... mundane.
A museum located within a city named London, on a sphere owned by an ancient force...
Wait. I keep getting ahead of myself. Lets start again.
As I was saying, it was a museum in London and it all starts with one school trip.
"Now if you would follow me through to here, you can see some of our loan exhibits, many of which are from the nation of Japan," announced the tour guide as he lead the group of children into the next room, which was filled with beautiful exhibits of eastern culture.
Not that the school kids even vaguely cared as the majority were bored out of their young minds, they'd been dragged around this dusty old museum for a few hours now and besides the dinosaur section, very little had caught there attention.
All except for one child in baggy clothing, whose bright emerald eyes looked in fascination at all the items surrounding him. Unlike many of the children on this school trip, he had never been to a museum before and so was taking every new sight in eagerly from behind his black round glasses. He was taken advantage of this trip to the full after all he wasn't normally allowed on field trips like this, in fact he was barely allowed out of his home neighbourhood by his aunt and uncle.
However today a sewage line had broken inside the school and instead of cancelling school for the day, the headmaster had arranged a fieldtrip to the London museum for those who could obtain permission on the the short notice whilst those who couldn't go would be sent home. Harry's second piece of look was that Miss. Figg's had gone away to visit relatives and aunt Petunia was attending a flower show, show his uncle Vernon had no choice but to let him attend the school trip.
They most certainly didn't trust him enough to leave him at home unattended.
Harry turned his attention away from a display of ancient Japanese Katana's and rushed to catch up the group who were just moving away from a display case that contained a large wolf's tooth, the diagram at its base showing a diagram of a wolf the size of a bus.
Harry stared at the abnormally large tooth and tried to imagine the wolf that it must have come from, it really must have been a gigantic creature. He turned around and walked back into the group who were now looking at a large glass case with several old staffs contained within it.
"Now continuing on our tour of ancient weapons and artefacts of Japan we see a selection of priest staffs including Tricksters priest staff, which according to various myths comes from another world," The tour guide spoke as he looked up and down the staff, "now whilst this is... unlikely at best, one must admire the excellent craftsmanship which has gone into this staff. Back in the..."
Harry attention was drawn away from the tour guide to the staff by some invisible force and as his eyes locked with the staff he shuddered as an icy cold feeling snaked its way down his spine. It was almost as if something was staring back at him from the staff, calling him in, calling him to come closer... the very thought of that causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up. He quickly broke eye contact and shook his head to clear it before turning back to the tour guide who was standing a little bit away.
"Well this concludes the first part of our museum tour. Now if you would just exit through there, the museum restaurant is ready to serve you some lunch before we continue our tour," announced the tour guide pointing to a door behind him where some table and chairs could be spotted.
"Lunch! Out of the way freak!" shouted a voice from behind Harry.
He didn't get the chance to turn around as Dudley rushed past his cousin, only slowing down enough to give Harry a hard shove to the side towards the display case. Harry was caught off balance, stumbling violently as he tried and failed to stay on his feet before he fell over, his eyes closed and his hands out to absorb the shock.
Suddenly time and temperature in general seemed to freeze as he felt something pulse out from him and surprisingly something nearby pulsed back with an icy wave. Then everything came rushing back to normality and he was lying in a heap on the floor, the palms of his hands grazed from hitting the floor hard.
Taking a moment to fight against sudden nausea and a 'stuffiness' in his head, Harry sat up and leaned against the staff display counter checking his hands over and wondering why his head felt strange all of a sudden.