Strong Intentions
Part 6: The Saviors
By: Aria Breuer
Disclaimers: All material from The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien and New Line Cinema. All material from the television shows "Once Upon a Time" and "Once Upon a Time in Wonderland" belongs to ABC and Disney. All canon material from other fandoms belongs to their respected owners. All original material, including the plots and Storybrooke alias names for the Fellowship of the Ring and inhabitants of Middle-earth, belongs to the author of this fanfiction story. All original material from my other fanfiction stories, related to Strong Intentions, events, plot points and OCs, belongs to the author of this fanfic.
Welcome to Episode 6/Part 6 in the Strong Intentions series!
Unlike the first five stories, which had the teaser chapter towards the end of the finale episode of ABC's "Once Upon a Time", this time around we're beginning at the very beginning teaser for Season 6's "Once Upon a Time". So, this'll be a change in pace in the series for a little bit. As for the teaser for this story, it took me time to think of where the events in the past took place.
Since this part in the Strong Intentions series is going to focus on Saviors and Chosen Ones, naturally it came to mind who would be a part of this thread of heroes. Which includes Emma Swan, Frodo Baggins, Anakin Skywalker and, yes, Harry Potter, who is coming up below and who is the Chosen One in his series.
Here we go. :)
Also, the events in this chapter coincides a little after the teaser scene in "The Savior", from Season 6 of the ABC television show "Once Upon a Time".
Episode VI:
The Saviors
Hogwarts, Scotland, Our World – Many Years Ago
Dawn. The day when the Wizardry World was free of Voldemort's reign. For Harry Potter, the dark haired seventeen-year-old wizard, watched Bellatrix Lestrange sent to Azkaban, where she would spend the rest of her days. For Harry, the work had only just begun and… why wouldn't his right hand stop shaking? Even after all he'd been through, and giving Severus Snape the grave he deserved to be placed at… somehow, his right hand would not stop shaking.
What was wrong with him?
"Harry," it was Hermione Granger, the bushy haired girl who had befriended him. She was the first to notice, other than Harry, about his shaking hand. "What's wrong with your hand?"
Where had he heard that before?
"Harry, what's wrong?" Hermione asked him.
"Nothing," Harry said, relieved his hand stopped shaking. "I need time alone." He snaked his way upstairs to Albus Dumbledore's office. As he understood it now, with the Wizardry World in the process of change, Minerva McGonagall was now Headmistress and it was her office. But to Harry, this room with the spiral staircases would remind him of Dumbledore, Headmaster and friend to him and his friends. He would miss Dumbledore. That much was certain.
"It's a shame, isn't it?" said a shadowy figure. Harry jumped back at the slippery deep voice. "Being the Savior. Saving all those lives to defeat one villain. And yet your work is not finished."
Harry brandished his wand, ready for an attack. "Who are you? How did you get in here? I thought this castle was well protected."
"Forgive my intrusion." The shadowy figure stepped into the light, revealing a tall man in robes, donned in a turban and carrying a snake staff. "I did not expect meeting the great Harry Potter. As for who I am, it is not a question of when, but how. I am Jafar."
"Jafar," Harry repeated.
"Yes, and you're Harry Potter," Jafar spoke again, cackling softly. "Well, we could discuss names, Savior, or you could tell me how it feels to be the Savior. You save people every day. I call that a feat. But you are not the first Savior to have met me, nor crossed my way. So from now, choose your friends wisely or you could end up with the Darkness encased in your heart."
"What do you want with me? Why are you here?" Harry asked, keeping on his guard. His wand stayed pointed at the robed man.
"Oh, we are the same, you and I. Me, the Sorcerer, and you, a boy wizard becoming a man." Jafar shook his head, teasing. "I can assure you, it will not end well for you. Keep that in mind, Savior, while you still can."
"It's Harry to you," Harry warned.
"Oh indeed. Until we meet again. This time, you are Harry Potter. Next time, you may be something else entirely." With a wave of his staff, Jafar flew out through the open window via magic carpet.
Harry rested in front of Dumbledore's desk. His hand shook violently. What did Jafar mean by those words? The Savior? He helped people. That's what he did. His life wasn't perfect. What then did Jafar want with him? Or even… he checked his right hand. It still shook, not by his control. Just who was he. What was to become of him? Where did his fate take him this time? And where there more than one Savior around? These questions he could not answer, but then… it astonished him.
"Who am I?" Harry recalled asking this question to his owl Hedwig, when she was still alive. But now it did beg to question. Just what was his fate? If so, was there any chance he would be free from whatever burden came his way. He hardly knew and this was where he stood, pondering his fate… at least, for a while.
And yet, he had to ask himself one final question, before leaving the Headmasters and Headmistresses' office: what did Jafar want with him? Or better, or worse, what was the Sorcerer's plan? He feared he might not get an answer straightaway. But it was the best he could go on, for now anyway…
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