Drowning: A Harry Potter Fanfiction
Disclaimer: I own nothing. (Duh)
Response to the Elemental Harry Challenge. Harry discovers that he can command one or more of the primal elemental forces.
Rules: Harry must discover his power in fifth year or earlier.
Harry can be any alignment. Grey
Harry's element comes with a familiar for said element.
Someone must already sense Harry's powers.
False Prophecy
Harry's power doesn't come from his horcrux.
Suggestions: More than one element no
Non-Gryffindor Harry (2nd year.)
Sirius FREE and ALIVE yes
Smart Harry yes
Severitus
Crossovers maybe
Slash no
Pureblood Harry no
Harry's Power unlocking or giving others powers. Yes
Good Dursleys no
Lily or James alive no
Dark elements yes
Emancipation most likely
Forbidden: Harry trusting Dumbles
Horcrux related powers
DE Harry
Dead Sirius
Harry giving up the elements
Thank you so much, DZ2! I'm so happy to have found this! May more people spread this wonderful idea.
Chapter 1: How Convenient…
This was how it was going to end. This is what Harry Potter got for listening to his senile headmaster. He was going to die because he tried to save someone else from a memory of his nemesis and he could do nothing about it. He could hear Tom Riddle's laughter echo throughout the chamber. The hiss of the basilisk seemed to be mimicking its master.
Then the pheonix came and Harry knew the old man was trying to kill him. Fawkes probably didn't intend for this, but it was on Dumbledore's head anyway. Fawkes dropped the aged sorting hat on top of Harry before launching itself at the basilisk. The two magical creatures clashed fiercely for several moments before Fawkes went for the face. His talons ripped into the Basilisk's eyes, causing the serpent to thrash violently. It's slender but monstrous body flung around wildly as it tried to shake off the blasted bird… slamming into Harry in the process.
Harry felt as ribs cracked underneath the force of the swing. He easily slid across the soaked chamber floor, falling into the cave waters without a single breath to call upon.
"AHAHAHAHAHA! Oh, that sounded evil." Harry's eyes widened as a glowing figure floated over to him. "So you're the latest one to fall into my pool. The last one was close to a thousand years ago."
A couple bubbles escaped Harry's mouth. "Come on kid. You're my first company in a while. Stay alive. Actually… drown."
Harry struggled further as gallons of water filled him in entirety. He was choking, dying, and… breathing? The figure smirked as Harry slowly came down from his shock and calmly started floating. Harry felt his ribs start to repair themselves.
"I'm alive? And… underwater?"
"AHAHAHAHA! Sorry. Now get up there."
"How?"
"You'll know. This area obeys you now." And with that the figure slowly faded.
Harry broke the surface as quickly as he could, finding he could still easily breathe above water. Riddle smirked as his nemesis broke the surface. The Dark Lord yelled something in Parseltoungue for the Basilisk to follow. Harry climbed back onto the path as the weakened Basilisk slithered towards him. It seemed… unsure.
Its movements were slow and undecided. It sniffed the boy-who-lived curiously. The figure from before appeared again, this time more visible. It was a humanoid floating spirit, crimson in color, a ghostly tail instead of legs, and a large claw instead of a left hand. It couldn't have been bigger than a three year old and it just floated next to Harry's head. The basilisk turned to it with recognition.
The apparition spoke in a childish tone, "Go back to sleep, Nana." Tom's jaw dropped as the basilisk slid back into the carved head of Salazar Slytherin.
"What are you!? How did you do that!?"
"Tut, tut, tut, little fragment. You expect so much to be given to you. Respect, power, answers. I see my new charge has a piece as well. Why don't I take care of that?"
Tom felt as the spirit picked up his diary with the large claw-hand. His consciousness slipped as the diary was crushed. The spirit then turned back to Harry.
"Sorry kid, but this needs to be done." The giant clawed hand inched forward, pinching at Harry's scar. The boy didn't scream, he didn't have the energy for it. Despite this, something was still screaming. A dark shape was being pulled out of Harry's head and it was yelling bloody murder. The spirit stuffed the shape into a compressed form and Harry blacked out.
-Drowned-
Harry awoke in the infirmary, Madame Pomfrey taking care to treat all of his injuries thoroughly. He felt… better. Not just health wise either. It was like a cloud had lifted off him. He no longer seemed as irritated by everything.
It was also then that he noticed the journal on his chest. Tom Riddle's diary sat there, unchanged save an insignia. It looked like the number 69, with each of the circles in the empty space of the other number and rotated fifteen degrees.
Harry was also curious as to the general inactivity of the journal. There was no pull on his magical core coming from it. The Boy-Who-Lived let his thoughts wander long enough for the Mediwitch to leave the room.
"About time she left." Harry visibly jumped when the voice reached his ears. Floating to his side was the same spirit from before. His wand out of reach, Harry panicked and scuttled backwards causing him to hit his head on the bedpost.
The spirit just looked at him funny, then let out a laugh like a child imitating a sailor. "You're funny, you know that? Definitely more entertaining than Salazar at any rate." Harry's eyes went wide at that comment.
"What are you?" The fear was apparent on his face. The spirit just laughed again, its small mouth and large eyes making it look adorable.
"The name's Cancer. Pleased to meet you again. You fell into my pool." And just like that the events of the night before rushed to the foreground. Riddle, the basilisk, Ginny, Ron, Lockhart, the chamber.
Him drowning.
"I died…"
"No, you swallowed a whole lot of water. There is a difference." Harry shook his head in disbelief.
"Then… what about the others? Ron, and Ginny, and Lockhart."
Cancer pointed over to a nearby bed where Ginny Weasley was sleeping. 'Ron must be in class then.' "The showboat is at the hospital due to brain damage." Cancer informed, actually bringing a smile to Harry's face.
"Nothing less than that git deserved."
"Here here."
Maybe it was the fact that he survived this year, maybe it was just Cancer's antics, but Harry laughed for what might have been the first time that year. Cancer couldn't help but join in, his childish yet hearty giggling filling the wing.
"Shut it, I'm trying to nap," came a new voice, directly from the diary. Harry opened the cover to find an animated picture of a young boy, stretching as if he were laying on a bed. The figure looked a lot like Tom Riddle… if Tom Riddle was a five year old. The tyke rubbed his eyes in irritation. "Too bright, need more sleep. Mmmph." And with that he slumped back onto the page and sunk deeper into the book.
Harry thought it was hilarious. "What did you do to him!?"
"Compressed his soul fragments and locked his memories of Hogwarts and everything afterward," Cancer supplied with a shrug as if it was nothing. "Looks like I have to go for now. Enjoy the rest of the year, Harry. I'll see you around."
Harry rested on the infirmary bed smiling at how things had turned out. Then it hit him.
He never said his name.
-Drowned- The night before
Cancer watched as his new charge fell into unconsciousness in the wet chamber. "Hehehe, what a kid. He deserves his nap." The spirit then turned his attention to the diary he had forged.
Tom Riddle. Now that was an interesting student. It really was amazing how far Salazar's line had fallen; an angry kid throwing a tantrum because of his parents and using his inheritance to kill people. Sad, just sad. The little kid version of him was so much cuter… and pleasant for that matter.
Oh yes, Cancer could remember Salazar quite clearly. The boy was ambitious but fair. He usually didn't let his temper get the better of him and when he did the reason was usually good. Usually he was the tactition of the founders, setting traps for intruders and other such things. Helga was the guardian with the defensive skills, Rowena was the diplomat, and Godrick was the warrior. They embodied some of the best traits of magic and humanity and were generally very civil.
If only he knew what happened that one summer. All it took was a single summer for Salazar to become paranoid and closed off. It was around then that he started spouting off about not letting in the Muggle-born children. He never used any derogatory terms, but his disdain and fear was clear. Not fear for himself, but for something.
It was the last night that Salazar visited that disheartened Cancer the most. Nana was still so small back then. Her full glare could do little more than paralyze a child for a couple hours. Sadly, she wasn't glaring now. She was weeping in Salazar's giant stone head. He had built it specifically for her and it would magically grow with her throughout the years.
Cancer watched on as Salazar prepared the moment. A raised snake statue, a chair, and a rope.
The childish spirit shook himself from his melancholy memories and hid the diary. Nana was sleeping from Cancer's previous orders so he placed the diary in her den and went back to his pool.
It was from the pool that he saw a scene that he dreaded. An old man walked into the chamber with a group of people in suit-robes. Their faces were covered by their hoods, but their badges made them out to be in some position of power.
Cancer watched the old man wave his wand over Harry's head and then pick him up, disappearing in a flash of red light caused by the bird that had dropped in earlier. The hat wasn't picked up until later and even then it was treated roughly. One would think they would treat a millennial artifact with more respect.
Cancer's cheeks went even redder and he followed the old man who took Harry.
Inside a new office, Cancer saw a large round room with several miscellaneous scales and dials spinning through the air. Large portraits lined the walls and a small door in the back led to a secluded bedroom. In the middle of the room was the old man standing over Harry, fuming. A large amount of broken glass littered the floor and the faces in the portraits all looked disappointed.
"Come now, my boy. I will not have you getting defiant on me now!" A flash of light and Harry lurched before falling back on the table he was sprawled across. The old man sneered. "Might as well send him to Poppy."
Cancer gained a sadistic gleam to his usually playful expression. "Oh, I'm gonna enjoy playing with you." He giggled into his claw and went back to the chamber.
-Drowned-
In several different areas, beings were stirring from slumber as one of their own called out to them. Eleven different colored lights all beamed towards the same spot, interested in what had awoken their little brother. It had been a millennium after all. Time to find… entertainment.
Hey guys, this is a challenge I found a while back and I wanted to try my hand. I have to thank DZ2 for this idea but let's see just how far this premise can go. I'll only continue this if you guys want me to so feedback would be great. Drop reviews please. Tell me what you want. Any suggestions you may have for crossovers or who you want to see with powers are welcome. Oh, and pairings. Especially pairings. Until next time, this has been Fluffy. Later.