Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, as well as any characters of my design.
This story is to be an AU, in which the world of Harry Potter collides with another world, with another destiny. I have looked, and the crossover that will be formed seems to be completely groundbreaking. And thus, dear readers, I give to you:
Chosen to be Mighty
By Entop
Chapter I: A Destiny Unfolds
"They say that it is not a hero's upbringing, but a hero's choices because of, or in spite of, his ubringing that makes him a hero. Some argue that if it is the choice of the hero, then destiny can therefore not exist. But then, wouldn't it be destined that a hero is willing to make the choices that he does? And in so doing, the hero, even if he is unaware of the gravity of his decisions, embraces his destiny."
- Virgil, upon first seeing the written prophecies of the Chosen One.
Chapter I:A Destiny Unfolds
It all started in the early November morning. The first of November, to be precise. In the ruins of a once beautiful home, lie the bodies of a young couple. There was only one living thing on this property. A single, crying child. Well, now there were three living things. A hulking figure wreathed in the shadows, and a small, cloaked being. The larger stayed behind, so as to guard the perimeter. The smaller began walking in the direction of the crying child.
As the figure moved closer, the baby stopped his wailing, now only sniffling. That sniffling also soon ended, as the mystery person picked the child up and cradled him almost reverently. And then, in a deep, crooning voice, the person spoke.
"Rest easy, little one. Tonight's events were foretold in ages past. Tonight was the first of many battles for you. You are destined for things that no mortal has ever dreamed of. Rest easy, for it was written that you shall have a decade of peace." He glanced down at the child, who had begun fallen asleep to the deep calmness of the being's voice.
The person, apparantly satisfied, walked back to where he had come from, baby in tow. The hulking figure lowered his head toward's the child questioningly.
"So this is the chosen one? The one I must protect?" At the smaller being's nod, the mountain of a man sighed. "I've fought beings that the mortals would call gods. I've slain dragons, turned the tide of war singlehandedly, and overcome every obstacle put in my path. But this? This will be... hard."
"Be that as it may," the smaller man interjected, "but we've both foresworn our respective skills, as well as the last strand of our life-force, for this child. For the universe." And with that, he handed the child to the bigger man, who took it, looking as helpless as a herculean giant could. The smaller man pulled out a small statue, and held it almost as reverently as he'd held the child.
He then walked forward, and a bolt of lightning flashed from the statue, creating a large, vertical disc of energy. He then moved slightly to the side, allowing the giant to pass through the disc first. After which, he followed. As soon as the small figure passed through, the portal disappeared. Leaving only the silence of the ruins, the dead couple, and a single brown feather, fluttering to the ground from where the portal once existed.
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Albus Dumbledore was a very unhappy fellow. He had been among the first to be on scene at Godric's Hollow. He had seen the ruins of a once beautiful family estate. He had wept at the sight of two of the most talented students he'd ever had the pleasure of teaching. He had rejoiced at what was left of the Dark Lord Voldemort. And he had puzzled over the infant who defeated the evil wizard... or lack thereof.
It would seem that the child had vanished into thin air. At once, he'd rushed to his office. As he had been the one to cast the Fidelius, he had also taken the liberty of creating three very special devices. These devices looked much like a series of gears and spheres, in which their movements symbolized the wellbeing of the person they are tied to. Two of these, James and Lily's, were completely still, and the magic holding them together was fading fast. A sad reminder of his failure to protect them.
The other one, however, was behaving extremely erratically. Almost as if each individual part had decided to go their own direction, at their own pace. However, the attention charms on it weren't active, which meant that young Harry was in no danger. Very strange, thought the ancient wizard. He gazed upon the device thoughtfully. Very strange indeed.
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The small town of Crannson, Illinois, was dark and peaceful. The wind picked up scatterings of leaves, and out in the distance, a dog barked. Suddenly, lightning flashed from the middle of the street, and a large disc of energy formed. Out stepped a now familiar duo. One holding an ancient statue, and the other cradling a sleeping child. The tiny figure put the statue back into a secret pocket, and began dusting himself off. He then looked in either direction, and apparantly found what he was looking for slightly behind the diminishing portal.
Walking in the direction of a rather large house. He walked straight to the doorway and knocked. The minutes ticked by, until a young woman answered the door. She had blonde hair, which was cut fairly short, with the exception of the bangs. She had a vaguely surprised look on her face, and the suitcases near the door, as well as the dust on her shoes, gave evidence to the fact that she had only just gotten back home.
She looked at the two figures in the doorway. "Um... Hi, guys. Can I help you?" At this, the shorter of the two shadowed figures at her doorway spoke.
"If we can have but a moment of your time, would we by any chance be able to step in for a moment? It's quite important."
She nodded her head, agreeingly albeit suscpiciously. Paranoia aside, moments later found the strange group in the den of her home. Once they were settled comfortably, the smaller one again spoke.
"Thank you for your time, Miss McNeil. Now, pleasantries aside, I've become aware that you are looking to adopt a child?"
At this, Tessa gave a start. How do these people know my name, and more importantly... how did they know about that? Before she could intervene with her questions, the small man continued.
"We've found a child, whom has found himself without parents. He has no next of kin that are willing to accept him, and we were wondering if you would take him?" With this, the giant man held up a small bundle, and the child within. She could hardly keep her breath in as she gaxed at him. He was beautiful. Sleeping peacefully, the only mar that she could spot was the jagged cut on his forehead, right underneath small tufts of black hair.
As cute as he was, she was suscpicious. "You bring me a baby in the dead of night, hiding your face, and you expect me to agree to this? What makes you think that I will accept?"
The small figure sighed, and stood up. "Because, young Tessa," He pulled his hood down, hearing her gasp. "It is his destiny." He then launched into a story of great destiny, and great power. The story was backed up by many historical facts, and even as ludicrous as the tale was, she eventually found herself nodding along. Who was she to tell such a being what was and wasn't ridiculous?
In the end, just as was written in the ancient scrolls, Tessa McNeil agreed to become the guardian of little Harry Potter. Through some shifty footwork on the little man's part, she already had consent forms from his mother's next of kin, resigning ownership to her. All she had to do was sign some paperwork that the strange looking man had provided for her, and Harry Potter became Harry McNeil. She had even resigned herself to a hospital visit to have the cut taken care of in the morning.
And so, the little being and his large friend left in the exact same matter that they had come, with a promise that they would meet again. Leaving a new mom blinking at a little baby, now held in her arms. Finally mustering up the will to speak, she said the first thing that came to mind.
"Now, what just happened?"
And so, it was these very circumstances that had set young Harry's destiny in stone. It was also these events that gave Harry all of the tools he'll need along the way. Because of his destiny, who's physical manifestation was hidden deep within the small statue that the tiny being carried religiously, Harry would find family, love, friendship, and terrible purpose. But all of this was still on the horizon, and young Harry McNeil was quite content to sleep in his new mother's arms.
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a/n: Short, I know. But this was actually quite difficult to write. Because these are the events that will become the foundations for my story, and because I am new to fanfiction. This was an idea that I had blooming for a while now. This is a crossover, and kudos to whoever figures out what crossover it is before the next chapter. It should be fairly lengthy, and hopefully of adequate writing style. I've taken the liberty of leaving a smattering of clues. Some are subtle, others aren't. As a new author, I would be quite content to have as many reviews as possible.
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