Disclaimer: I don't own Big Hero 6 nor do I own Harry Potter...no matter we can dream right?
A.N. Right I shall start with noting that I have sat patiently waiting for someone to start the crossover section for BH6 and HP, but it hasn't happened in 2 weeks so I feel compelled by the alcohol that is still flowing in my system to type out and upload this despicable idea for a story that i wrote out in my free time (which i will probably regret in the morning ;P). I haven't worked out the entire plot yet since I haven't completely decided how grim and dark Harry will be but meh... it will happen i have three or four versions of chapter one written out and can't decide which one I want to use but i will say this, I will be extremely busy for the next two months so my updates will be when I get a free moment from coursework and exams but since this is the first story that isn't a one shot that I'm uploading from my collection i will finish it even if it takes me a year or two (I certainly hope not.)
I guess the story would be classed as SLASH, I'm not entirely comfortable writing it yet but its a work in progress but my idea for the story revolves around some HARRYXHIRO ROMANCE. Again not quite decided how heavy it will be but it probably wont be as descriptive as some other authors as i would probably die from embarrassment typing it. Hope you all enjoy it with the usual warning for spelling and grammar. PreludeOfWater.
The events that took place at Godric's Hollow on the fateful Halloween night of 1981 have been left to much speculation.
Some say that Lily Potter used ancient magics wild and arcane to protect her son from the Dark Lord Voldemort…she did, but she also failed and in doing so she unknowingly flipped the switch that made the one year old Harry Potter the equal to the most terrifying wizard in recorded history who was almost fifty years his senior.
Lord Voldemort had split his soul by killing Lily Potter, the fragment had latched onto the young Harry Potter whose magic was lashing out powerfully from seeing his mother being murdered in front of his eyes. The soul fragment was easily overcome by the young Potter after al it was the eighth fragment of an already heavily divided soul; it was sent to the other side as Harry magic stripped the pathetic fragment bare of its knowledge, emotions and memories and locked away all that his magic reacted to causing him to be more distressed, leaving him to absorb its power.
By the time the boy's godfather had arrived the process was finished, the once innocent child like mind had grown to think like an adult and would continue to grow with the motor skills of a genius such as Tom Riddle. Harry couldn't understand a lot of things but what he could now was more than any child should. Voldemort had just created his own demise, that much at least was certain.
The boy's godfather had entered his nursery distraught holding him close murmuring about how he would make sure the treacherous rat would be caught how he would make sure he was safe; the boy was then handed over to a giant man; it would be a few years before he could understand what the conversation that had taken place had meant, but the young Harry would remember it.
It had only been a day and Harry had started to perform accidental magic in the Dursley household by causing the lights to flicker during his wails. Vernon had tried to put a stop to it by 'scaring the life out of the little shit!' getting himself confounded albeit unknowingly by his young nephew, beginning the process of desensitizing the young mind. It was also the milestone that marked the young Harry's exploration of his magical powers that he had been born with.
Harry was two and a half when he started to learn how to read and write and found that if he concentrated really hard on what he wanted he would be able to make his dim-witted relatives go away by waving his hand at him and pulsing his magic at them.
It was when Petunia made him cook at four that Harry had discovered the magic of fire. The youth had been trying to fry the sausages when the gas had taken the form of a Phoenix and swirled around him protectively…it was the last time he was allowed to cook, he didn't know why; it was fun.
Water manipulation had come to him in the distressing time that Dudley would thought it would be funny trying to drown him in the pond at the park. The tub of lard went straight to the bottom, he never tried that stunt again.
Earth manipulation was discovered and conquered when his aunt had told him he had to pick out every weed in the garden, and he may have had a little tantrum; he swore there was a crack along the backyard when he started.
Uncle Vernon had had a heart attack in the school yard when he came to pick up Dudley when Harry was nine; let just say that was when Harry had learned to use lightning.
Watching those around him was hard, for all his smarts and skipped years at school he had difficulty making friends. Some of the games were fun but nobody like to play with him because he always won, and nobody wanted to play the games he like, he always thought chess was better than 'tig' or 'hide and seek' they got boring after a while. He was always feeling lonely.
The teleporting ability took a lot of effort and left him drained after the first jump but he had managed it. Harry had appeared in front of the Gaunt shack –unknowingly- his magic reacted to the feeling of his old enemy and from his hand formed the screeching Phoenix burning in its infernal glory.
Sensing the soul fragment of Lord Voldemort it sought out the ring hidden within the shack which went up in flames leaving a tired 11 year old to watch the fireworks. Within the flame however he wasn't to know that he had destroyed the Resurrection Stone unknowingly gaining the attention and favor of the entity known as Death by destroying the chance of anyone being it's master and humiliate it.
One by one the phoenix flew across the starry night sky feeding on the vast reserves of magic from the young Harry burning its enemy to ash fueled by the need to protect and the fury of his abandonment by his relatives and family friends, their faith in the 'Great' Albus Dumbledore would doom their chances with him. The Malfoy family peacocks would never be the same after the fire.
The final shard of the Dark Lord was destroyed upon Harry's entrance to the Wizarding world. Professor Quirrel had crumbled to dust as Harry's magic had lashed out at the familiar taint of his enemy that was present on the man.
The symphonic screams of the audience were silenced when the shade of the Dark Lord Voldemort rose from his disciple's ashes to make a final stand against the power of his equal and adversary –who was albeit in a better position to fight to the death than he was- glaring with an immense amount of hatred.
"I should have known better than to trust Pettigrew with such a simple task. Harry Potter! Do you see what I have become?" but mere shadow and vapor" the shade rasped at the eleven year old boy in the leaky cauldron in front of a white faced crowed.
"Know that I will never die, I will live on and succeed in my ambitions, I am Voldemort! I am IMMORTAL!"
"Hello Tom." The eleven year old genius greeted his adversary with hunched shoulders and a slumped posture. Silence reigned in the Leaky Cauldron…Tom?
"I am Voldemort you petulant child!" –Queue screams of terror and fainting.-
"no, you're Tom and I've finally found the last bit of you."
If a specter could pale the Dark Lord would be white. A flash of green light shone as Harry crushed the soul with his bare hands. It was over…maybe he could finally rest and make friends now at Hogwarts?
Death watched on in all its cruelty and compassion and decided to send his young hero to the world that contained his kindred spirit.
It was then in the middle of the Leaky Cauldron that Harry Potter was ripped from his world and woke up in the middle of bustling city square that had a distinct Asian theme to it.
It would be a month of investigative reports before Sirius Black would be found innocent and heads would start to roll.
Harry stared around in wonder, never had he seen such a beautiful city and such advanced technology. The wondrous world he had just been dropped in was his new playground to explore and meddle with, something he had no knowledge or experience with; life just got interesting.
"San Fransokyo huh?"