Harr Potter and the Master of Fire
Disclaimer: I don't own Shaman King or Harry Potter. If I did then why the & would I be writing fan fiction.
October 31st 1982
James potter sat nervously in his arm chair, trying miserably to look like he was reading the prophet while looking over to the curtain drawn window. Across from him his wife Lily rolled her eyes at her husband's behaviour; she was holding her 11 month old daughter who she had finally gotten them to go to sleep after an hour long crying contest between her and her brother Harry, who had apparently given up a just few minutes ago to start giggling his little head off and pointing at thin air.
Lily couldn't help but believe how different both of them are, she had named her daughter Rose...well actually it was Rose Evangeline with both her mother and her mother-in-laws insistences on the Evan's tradition of girl being named after flowers AND the Potter tradition of having middle names, and she had named her son Harry James after his father James Harold (she still thinks it should have been something more original). Rose was a quite normal baby, if not a bit louder and whinier than her mum told her she had been when she was a baby but she seemed to do this more for her brother when he needed something.
Harry Rarely ever cried, or showed any interest in anything for that matter, not even when he was born. Of course the medic witch at the time thought he knew what this meant and performed the standard spell for this situation(1) only to find Harry completely fine, Harry wouldn't cry for food, for a new nappy and not even when he hurt himself like the time he hit his head on the table when he was learning to walk, so it came to be from just a few month's old that Rose would cry every time Harry needed his Mum or Dad, this of course was a problem cause half the time they didn't know whether Rose needed feed or Harry needed changed.
He did seem to stare into space a whole lot with a blank expression and then suddenly burst into laughter for no reason, she'd had him examined several times but he was deemed perfectly healthy every time so she just past it off as a 'baby thing'. Tonight though was the first time she'd ever seen her sweet happy little boy cry, make that wailing his heart out. Then of course his sister joined in and she only had quieted down after her brother had just stopped, his cries turning to whimpers, then quiet but with tears in his eyes, then he just stopped altogether and started laughing at something that wasn't there. "Something is definitely not right with Harry." She thought, and made up her mind to take him to a better doctor than her family Medic wizard once they came out of hiding.
It had then only a few month's since Dumbledore had told them of the prophecy but it felt like years to the young mother, she didn't want to be confined to this house for much longer, her babies had just started to learn to walk and her daughter was starting to try to explore the world around her, she giggled when Lily held her up near the window and she'd press her hand's up against it and look out with wonder and whined when she was taken away from it. But unfortunately if she went out then Voldemort would be on her heels faster than her sister slamming the door in her face when she visited. She knew it was horrible to think this way but she secretly wanted it to be the Longbottom's that were the ones from the prophecy but in a situation like this were her entire family could die then who couldn't help but be selfish like that.
She was startled from her thoughts when Harry made a moaning noise and gestured to be picked up, she looked at he normally whine less baby and did as he wished. She looked at him curiously as he looked at the curtain, just as they and the window and wall blew apart from the Bombardment spell that hit them.
James being an Auror captain was up and in front of his family with his wand pointing outside from the very first sound of the window cracking. Very quickly he shoot a stunner at the dark cloaked figure outside only to have it blink out when the figure brought up his dark wood wand and touched the stun spell with it. James fired spell after spell from both his and his Auror' issue second wand in repetition at the dark figure who seemed only to draw closer, each spell vanishing with the ease of the first stunner as who is obviously he who-must-not-be-named walked forward with mockingly slow pace.
"Lilly go upstairs and wait for the order to arrive i'll try to hold him as long as I can" James shouted, his eyes never turning away or even blinking from the dark lord. Lily wasn't about to argue with her arms full of...(unusually quiet considering the situation)...babies so she ran as fast as she could up stair's straight into the best guarded room in the house the nursery, she put her children on the floor waking up Rose who started to cry, Lily kissed her head gently and Harry's as well although he looked more bored than anything else, she didn't think of any more as she heard James cry out and then a large 'thump' turned around with her wand pointed right at the door with a fierceness only mothers had. Life in Azkaban be damned if she was going to protect her precious little ones she was going to have to pull out all the stops to end the Dark lord right know, she pointed right at the door and got ready to say to say what muggles thought was 'Abra Kadavra' as soon as it opened.
What she didn't expect was for Voldemort to have experienced this same sort of situation many times before, of course the first time he had the luxury of having a death eater to apperate in front of him just before he was killed, every time after that he always took precaution. So when he was at the door instead of blowing it up he blew it off it's hinges making sure Lily was hit by the beech door and smacked into a wall, their was a wet snap and a dry crunch as it hit, the door fell forward and with it Lily, the door cracked and broken and Lily with lying on it looking nearly as broken, legs stuck at a rather painful angles and barely conscious.
The dark lord looked down at her as he safely entered the room he didn't even have to level his wand at her as he cast "enevreate."
Lily was now wide awake but found herself unable to get up and in incredible pain but unable to even speak with the ridiculously hard door breaking most for her bones including her jaw.
'And I thought magically hardening these doors was a good idea' she thought.
All she could do was watch as Voldemort lowered his wand from her and turned away, she knew why he woke her up, he was feared not only because of his power but also because of his complete sadism in using that power. Delighting in breaking people and making them into hollow shells, it was how he could be so sure in his complete power over people. He walked up to the corner and looked down at the Potter twins with mild surprise, Rose from behind Harry was looking up at him with tears and an expression of curiosity at the scary man. Harry however looked at him like he wasn't worth the time of day, and believe me that is the last thing you want to make a man-thing like Tom Marvalo Riddle, a man who had spent over 50 years proving he was more than some 'half bloodweakling' feel; with slightly gritted fangs he pointed his wand at the twins with intent to kill both of them at once. With an overly enthusiastic cry of "AVADA KEDAVRA" he fired the emerald death magic at the babies.
Harry's expression never changed as the green death drew towards him. He knew instinctively he wouldn't die, not with his friends protecting him; all he needed to do was make it possible for them to do so.
With a mighty bang the room flashed green as the spell contacted something, but as the light faded the two adults couldn't believe what they saw.
They looked human, well as human as you can get with a transparent body, no legs and a gentle green glow that led back to a bleeding mark on Harry's head in the shape of a lightning bolt. They were slowly pushing back a green swirling ball of energy that had just seconds ago made the barest contact with the potter forehead.
"I'm afraid we can't allow you to harm the young shaman Dark one." Said the short speckled ghost in wearing a black suit.
"Yeah we've been bored out of our ectoplasm stuck haunting this place for years before the munch kin came along" This one was taller than lily by about a head and dressed in muggle fashions of about the late 50's beatnik craze. Voldemort's and Lily's eyes widened.
"That's IMPOSSIBLE!!" He cried. "SHAMAN CAN'T BE BORN FROM WIZARD BLOOD!!"
"Less talk, more screaming." Said the beatnik as he and the wizard ghost pushed the glowing energy in Tom's direction.
All he could do was scream as his dismembered soul was torn fro its body, and as the resulting explosion of magic and mana(3) took the whole house with it.
Now while it may not be noticeable to a normal human eye, but the resulting explosion of the incredible magic of Voldemort and Mana from Harry sent a ripple throughout the world which could be felt to those sensitive to magic and in tune with the afterlife, muggle's would fell nothing unless they possessed 6th sense in which case they would get a severe case of 'the willies' which is slang for a shiver up their spine, those sensitive to magic A.K.A wizards would get a severe case of familiar dread as Voldemorts magic passed them, however those with a who have a rather substantial skill in either magic or Shamanism would not only feel both parts of the energy wave but could visibly see it, such as let us say Albus Dumbledore.
He was on route to the Potters with the rest of the order on brooms after finding out they couldn't floo, port, or apperate anywhere near godrics hollow thanks to a little pre attack thinking by the dark lord and this minions. Hagrid had a good half hour head start since he went to check on the Potters before the attack, he could have just Floo'd their every order member knew Hagrid just wanted an excuse to use the motorcycle. Just a few moment's ago he saw the wave, the mere feel of it almost made Arthur Weasly fall of his broom at 20,000 feet, Their was no doubt about that the wave was his old protégés magic, but their was also something else in with it, something that definitely was not magic, he pushed down on his broom to go quicker. The implications of this phenomenon were enormous.
Now let us take a look at someone just as if not more powerful that's attuned to the mana part of the energy wave, oh how about Zeke(2) Asakura.
He was currently sitting on the Spirit of Fire's back flying away from the Diethyl's London house after an unsuccessful recruiting trip when he was felt the energy pass him from behind and watched it as it passed him by.
"Mmm that's quite a powerful Mana" thought the reincarnated shaman. "A power like that would be useful to my plans."
He was not willing to wait the time it to fly to the source, no matter how much he enjoyed flight, He commanded the Spirit of Fire to teleport him to the location and with a flash of fire neither visible to ordinary humans nor affected by wizarding powers he vanished.
In a significantly smaller flash of flames he appeared in front of a flaming recently collapsed house with the entire roof caved in on itself, he looked slightly disappointed until he felt the mana that passed him minutes before, he entered the wreckage through a large hole where the living room once was, the heat from the flames not bothering him in the slightest for reasons that should be obvious, he walked over the barely breathing shattered mass that was once James potter and climbed the stairs moving closer to the mystery shaman.
He entered the remains of the nursery and with mild interest took in the sight of a woman trying to use only her arms to crawl towards two babies near a large hole in the wall. This is where his interest piqued, one baby was bawling her eyes out and had a cut on her hand from a bloody piece of wood that came from the baby rocking horse the size of a butter knife on the ground but next to her was a baby patting her arm in comfort, above his were two ghosts, one in the 50's outfit was pulling silly faces at the girl. The other was checking over the boy who seemed to be bleeding off an awful lot of mana for someone his age.
"Well now, when I sensed that power I certainly didn't expect anyone that strong to be this young." Zeke announced to the room's occupant's who now had their attention on him. Lily looked at him quite pathetically considering the amount of pain she was in. Zeke glanced at her for a second before walking towards Harry.
"I take it your boy's mother?" He said before kneeling down at the boy. "Well let me just say well done, there's not been a child this young with such potent Mana since me."
Lily looked at him confused but still tried to crawl forward, Zeke smirked.
"Well judging by your rather tacky robes I'd say your a wizard, well that makes this boy even more interesting considering you shouldn't be able to give birth to a shaman."
He chuckled through his mouth. "You know what I think I'll just take him off your hands considering you won't know what to do with him." He said and reached down to take Harry.
Lily moaned loudly through her shattered mouth and tried in vain to move closer, only for Zeke to break her arm with his steel toe shoes, she cried out.
"Be grateful you have no Mana for me to devour witch or you'd be dead the moment I saw you. I told you that I'm taking the boy and trust me the people who get in my way tend to end up very burnt" Zeke said, all tones of humour gone as his voice carried the tone of the only one to ever climb back out of hell.
"Oh yeah well looks like were gonna find out." Said the beatnik and tried to crack his knuckles. Zeke just sighed and snapped his fingers, before it knew what happened the spirit was engulfed in flame and vanished with a cry. The master shaman looked over at the other spirit expectedly. With no given choice it cast a glance at Harry when a sorry look at Lily before fading back through the wall.
Zeke picked Harry up, quite difficult given his small six year old body, Rose started up again full force and reached out for her brother but Zeke ignored her and jumped out the window to be caught by the spirit of fire, which was almost completly visible to a scared out of her mind Lily because of the unstable mix of magic and mana in the air.
"Farewell, and don't feel too bad I did after all leave your daughter for you. And as for your son well he's going to be most helpful in my quest. Farewell." And the spirit of fire took of in the opposite direction from were the order of the phoenix were about to arrive.
James and Lily were in the Order HQ. Both of them being healed but still quite banged up. A very pregnant Molly Weasly fawning over the Bawling Potter girl like the daughter she keeps making her husband try to give her(4). Dumbledore was listening to James and Lily's accounts about what had happened up until the part were Voldemort was destroyed. Sirius and Remus were out on assignment with most of the other order members trying to round up the last few death eaters so the only other one that was present was Hagrid who was trying to nurse a throbbing hand after putting it through the portrait of missus Black after she called him a monster, he was aiming for her mouth when he remembered that she could just move around the other pictures in the house.
When Dumbledore had finished hearing up to the point when voldemort had incapacitated Lily he stood up, interrupting Lily before she could go into detail about the ghosts and Zeke. He walked over to Rose and took her in his arms effectively quieting her down.
"May I present Rose Evangeline Potter the Prophecy child, the girl-who-lived?"
Everyone looked at him, the others with wonder, Lily with a 'what!' kind of look. Dumbledore smiled and explained.
"She bears the mark of someone touched by a curse" He pointed to scar on her right back hand, it looked like three lightning bolts like Harry's scar, each identical in appearance and parallel to each other. "She must have used the incredible magic I sensed from her when she was born to deflect Voldemorts killing curse.
"And Harry?" James asked regretfully. Dumbledore 'looked' remorseful, Lily grunted at being ignored while still nursing a sore jaw.
"I'm sad to say James that from Lily's stories that Harry was in front of Rose when Voldemort used the killing curse and her powers did not reach him in time." Dumbledore said in a subdued voice.
James took his head in his hand and tried not to cry, Lily was about to speak up but Dumbledore Choose that moment to speak again.
"But you must not be sad on this day, Voldemort is finally vanquished thanks to your daughter James, as cruel as it sounds the death of one squib is a fair price for that and...
"NOW WAIT RIGHT THERE!!"
Lily had had enough. She slammed her hands down the table and stood up openly glaring at her former headmaster.
"Lily dear whatever is the matter?" said Dumbledore
"What's wrong is that you're making such a claim without listening to what I'm trying to tell you." Dumbledore just gave her his grandfatherly smile.
"Dear honestly what other explanation could their have been, Harry was a squib after all and could not have possibly been the child of the prophecy."
"I WAS THERE YOU OLD COOT AND I SAY THAT HE IS!!"
Dumbledore stepped back from Lily's sheer volume, which oddly enough was making Rose laugh in his arms at the funny shade of red her mothers face was going.
The ancient wizard sat down with a thud and cleared his thought of non existent obstruction, most powerful wizard alive or not an angry woman could scare Voldemort right out of his scales.
"Okay Lily, if you truly believe that Harry did it then explain." He managed to croak out.
Satisfied that she would be listened to she took a deep breath and began telling the 4 other adult occupants everything that happened once Voldemort tried to kill her children she told them how Harry seemed to call two ghosts into the physical world with a mysterious green energy and how they deflected the killing curse. The others were hanging on her every word.
"It was strange, I always thought ghosts couldn't interact with the physical world, but that energy Harry gave of seemed to allow them to not only stop the curse but push it back, and I think it might have something to do with when they called Harry a Sha-man."
Dumbledore stood up straight and moved to only a foot away from Lily's face. "Lily are you absolutely sure that they called Harry a shaman?"
She nodded slowly." Yes, Voldemort seemed to recognise the phrase to."
The headmaster looked flabbergasted, mouthing disbelief, Molly quickly grabbed back Rose from his slackening arms. James interrupted his old teacher's ramblings to get to the point.
"Pardon Dumbledore but what exactly is a Shaman?"
Dumbledore snapped out of it and addressed the room. "A shaman is a person who can call on extra ordinary powers just like we wizards, but unlike us they possess a form of energy different from our magic that gives them abilities of a more spiritual nature."
"What?" Said a still clueless James. Dumbledore sighed and continued.
"Well for example, a wizard's power comes from a form of energy separate from our souls even though most like to think differently, a wizards magic works by using their power to disrupt the laws of nature to allow them to do incredible things(5). A shaman's power however does come from their ability to link with the natural and spiritual, their energy being used in tune with the world rather than against it. Tom was right to be doubtful Lily, normally shamans born into wizarding family's die as stillborns, the witches magic seeking to disrupt the shaman's energy's every time magic is used by or even near them."
Lily smiled a little "I guess Harry was fortunate that mother never let me lift my wand during my pregnancy."
"Indeed, but now I see how shamanism could be classed as the power that the Dark Lord knows not. It terms of brute force wizardry could never overpower a shaman which is most likely Harry how Harry was able to bring those ghosts into existence and use them to repel the spell before it killed him. But if that is the case then why wasn't he there Lily?"
Lily looked down onto the table, a few tears landing on it; Molly patted her arm as James gently touched her back.
"He...He was kidnapped by another shaman." Dumbledore gave her a look to ask for more.
"I don't know okay, a few minutes after Harry stopped Voldemort this boy came into the room, no older than 6 wearing a poncho and gaudy star based jewellery."
She clenched her hands slightly.
"He seemed almost nice until I tried to stop him from taking Harry, then he broke my good arm and looked me right in the eyes." Her few teardrops became a small river. "I had never felt such power as when I looked into those eyes sir, not even in Voldemort's, The next thing I knew he had Harry and jumped out of hole in the wall onto something I couldn't quite make out before he flew of faster than anything Iv' ever seen."
Dumbledore looked quite thoughtful during her story; unfortunately his knowledge on shaman was not as good as he needed it to be at the moment so the mystery shaman drew a blank.
"Well does it help sir" Said James, who was disappointed when the man in question sighed.
"I'm afraid not James, I may know a great deal more about the wizarding world than most, but the shaman world is a whole different matter."
"So you can't help find my baby!?" Cried the desperate mother.
"I'm afraid not Lily, I'll try and get help with what few contacts I have in the shaman society but as powerful as you said this boy was I'm afraid the chances of finding Harry are slim." Dumbledore continued. "But I'm afraid that this brings up another matter. The dark lord has fallen, by now every wizard who felt that wave of dying magic will have drawn that conclusion and will be looking for answers, they'll want their saviour which we unfortunately cannot provide, and they most certainly won't believe that one of us or ministry simply became lucky after so many failed attempts as shown in the prophet."
"So what Can we do professor, we can' show little 'arry if he ain't 'ere " Said the sore handed half giant.
"That's why his sister shall take his place in the spotlight until we can find him." Stated Dumbledore.
"WWWHHHAAATTT!!" Lily screamed, glowing with female fury. This time Dumbledore did not back down, he may be scared on the inside but he could not waver at the moment.
"What other choice do we have Lily, all of magical Britain is going to want a scapegoat for this, a hero that triumphed over their unending nightmare and you and I both know that telling them he was kidnapped by a 6 year old minutes later will not sit well, and until we can find Harry Rose is the best chance we have and you know it."
Lily looked over at her husband for help, but only to see him looking at her with a hopeful expression, she whimpered a little and looked over at her baby who started reaching out to her from sitting on what would be Ginny Weasly, she smiled a bit and took her daughter into her arms making the girl squeal with delight and gently hit her mothers arms in happiness, Lily turned back to Dumbledore.
"Will she be okay?"
Dumbledore smiled. "I promise Lily that nothing will happen to her as long as I can help it. And I promise that I will do whatever I can to find Harry."
Lily nodded and looked back down at her daughter, knowing that the young girl's future would soon take a turn for both better, And worse.
In a forest in the north of England Zeke sat in front of the great Patch spirit which had all the appearance of mediating. When he returned to the camp his followers greeted him with the traditional praise's of his accomplishment, as well as the destruction of a fool who dared ask why the Diethyl's weren't with him. He looked down at the freshly scarred infant, who looked up at Zeke with a curious look rather than the looks from others of both fear and worship. Only a handful of beings in his long life could he say have done that without becoming ash. The three girls also being one of the few exceptions who had crowded him in an attempt to see the baby, speaking to him in baby talk and waving their doll mediums at him to get Harry to laugh. The rest of the shaman to concerned with their lives to dare ask the obvious question.
The eldest one decided to speak, a candy stick in her mouth.
"Master not to be disrespectful but how exactly does kidnapping some baby fit into your plans?"
The others cringed away. Doubly so when the master smiled at her.
"Well Kanna I would have thought any 1 year old with more powerful Mana than any of you would be useful to anyone. I was simply able to get to him first."
Harry began to giggle at the funny faces everyone was pulling. Zeke looked down at him.
"Yes most useful indeed."
End Prologue
I tried my hand at taking an old run into the ground concept and tried to give it a little change. Tell me what you think
(1) You don't honestly expect a magical doctor to clear a baby's airways like some 'Muggle' do you
(2) I couldn't decide whether to use 'Zeke' or 'Hao' so I flipped a coin. If you think it should be 'Hao' instead then tell me.
(3) I prefer the word 'mana' in the manga to the word 'furyoku' in the english
(4) If you have a better explanation as to the size of the weasly family then I'd love to hear it.
(5) It was kind of difficult making a difference between wizard magic and shaman mana but I think I got it okay.
Tell me what you think and if I get enough positive feedback then i will try to continue the story, but at the moment I have no idea how to start of the new chapter, after writing the first few lines the rest usually just comes to me.
bye.