Hello everyone. I have redone this chapter, because I felt that it did not read as well as before. I hope you enjoy it.
Working on this plot bunny for now, I'm still working on my other fics, but honestly i just am not as interested in them, and they are hard to write without that spark.
So, for now, until I get some inspiration, I give you my first Harry Potter/Beyond 2 Souls crossover.
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyond 2 Souls or Harry Potter
Thought/Rose speaking
Magical items
Text from books/letters/ect.
Normal.
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It was cold that night, as it was every night for the young boy in the cupboard. It wasn't because of his sheet for a blanket, but something else that Harry just could never appropriately explain.
She has always been with him, protecting him from the monsters. The Monsters were like her, angry, lonely, and cold. But she tried to help him with things, and like him, was afraid of the monsters. He couldn't see her most of the time, a reflection was normally needed. When she could be seen, she was a mass of black lines, almost like string. She had red eyes and a mouth, everything else was that string that glowed a haunted black.
To this boy, he felt that everything in this world was against him except for her. and sometimes even then...
He pondered this as he laid in his bed, tossing and turning. He shut his eyes tightly to try and stop thinking about it, but he couldn't stop the memories of being thrown against the ceiling by the monsters, only to be beaten for it by his uncle.
His name was Harry Potter. And he was being attacked by monsters almost every night now. He felt Rose, the one that was always with him, warn him of the monsters. He opened eyes wide open and breathing hard in fear as the clutter around him started moving ever so slightly.
"Nothing's going to happen. They are not going to come for us." He whispered to himself, trying with all his might to deny what was about to happen. What he knew was about to happen. Then he heard, well, more like felt, his constant companion make a noise.
"I know Rose. I know." He said to himself. Harry gulped as the dust on the ground started to float around him, and he could see the outline of Rose and the monsters. She was getting out of the way of the monsters before they could hurt her as well. For a brief moment before he knew it would begin, he thought about Rose.
He couldn't remember a day without her, and wondered if she would be free from him if he just died.
Then the little things around the room started to float into the air, and he made an almost silent wispier.
"The monsters…" He hid under his sheet, and curled into a defensive ball. It never worked.
They were worse than his uncle, at least he never hit him without a reason. These things had no reason, that's why they were monsters. Screaming and calling for help only made things worse, it gave Uncle Vernon a reason to hit him.
He felt a pencil stab through both of his cheeks, stabbing into his bed. He couldn't help but give a muffled scream at that, and bit down on the pencil, snapping it in three.
He held in his screams as he got scratched up and grabbed, floating in the air as they tried to play tug-of-war with his left arm and right leg. He couldn't see them, and he didn't have to. He knew they were there. He managed to spit out the pencil, and clenched his jaw, feeling his left leg suddenly being pulled as well.
Harry made one single thought, Help...
He felt though the connection with Rose something snap, utter rage boiling over. He saw Rose's form appear, black and full of rage, screaming silently. The Monsters started bursting into bright white sparks, and Harry was dropped immediately by the Monsters.
Harry stared at his cut up arms, face, and legs, and looked up in the air in Rose's general direction. He tried to ask Rose a question, but the two holes in his mouth made it painful to speak.
But he had to know.
"Rose? Did you get rid of the Monsters?" He dared ask, feeling hope for the first time that he could remember. He felt Rose's response, he felt the confidence, the satisfaction, and shared in the feelings a little. He couldn't help but smile, even though it hurt painfully to do so. He noticed the blood coming from out of his mouth, and from his newly pierced cheeks.
"Thank you." He said letting go of the fear he had for a moment, opening crying in relief to the point of almost sobbing, as he felt warmth, and an itch everywhere at the same time, and then he noticed on his scratches and bruises, and they started to fade away.
"Rose? Did you just…" He felt her respond, making him thank her again, he was healed.
He cried him self to sleep, thanking Rose the whole time.
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An eleven year old Harry James Potter was simpily deprived.
That much was obvious to everyone, but at the same time, with all the odd things happening to around him, no one could blame the Dursleys for trying to keep him from doing anything strange.
One thing that was for sure, he scared bullies. He commonly said that his imaginary friend, Rose, has dealt with worse. Whenever someone tried to bully him, something strange would happen. They would feel cold, or they would suddenly lose grip of whatever they were holding. Sometimes they would just walk away and forget how they got there. Once a child had to go to the hospital for just suddenly collapsing.
Most people believed that that child fainted from the heat, it was a pretty hot day. But the Dursleys knew better, and were terrified of the idea of being anything but neutral to the boy.
Be too kind, and he would be cautious. And when he was cautious, things would happen. Be abusive, and "Rose" would show them the error of their ways, as a frying pan once cracked Vernon over the head after attempting to beat the boy. He wisely decided to leave Harry alone from then on.
Harry was not mean or rude, but had no friends. Partly because of himself, partly because of Rose, but mostly because of Dudley, and the Dursleys in general.
The Dursleys made sure that he never went out of the house, for any reason other than school. Going so far as to pick him up and drop him off every day, no exception. He always questioned what was going on, and never got a straight answer.
Then one summer's day, he got that answer.
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Harry Potter was enjoying his breakfast with the Duerslys. That is, if sitting in complete silence while his Uncle talked about meetings. He was a busy man, being the director of his own company. Uncle Vernon was reading the paper, occasionally mentioning an article to Aunt Petunia, who was reading a magazine religiously. Dudley was stuffing his face, making a mess over his Smeltings Uniform. How he got accepted into an acadamy Harry didn't know, but could guess.
Harry got whacked across the shin with the brat's Smeltings stick, and Rose had had enough and made Dudley drop it. Dudley stopped bugging Harry for the time being. Then the sound of the mail hatch opening came around, and Vernon spoke up. "Dudley, get the mail." He ordered, turning the pages of the newspaper to get to an article that was continuing from the front page.
"Make Harry do it." Dudley whined, picking up his Smeltings stick, and getting back to his pile of bacon, eggs, and toast.
"Harry, get the mail." Vernon said with a sigh, knowing that the chances of something happening were relativity high. He would not want to ruin Dudley's fine moment, being accepted into Smeltings.
"Rose? Can you get the mail please?" Harry asked nicely. Vernon scowled, this was excatly what he hoped would not happen. He stuck his head deeper into the newspaper, trying to utterly ignore what that thing was doing. He noticed that Petunia suddenly had dishes to do and he nodded in satisfaction, better that she ignored what was happening. Dudley just turned on the TV, also trying to ignore what Rose was doing.
At least he had enough sense to ignore the freakishness that surrounded him. Harry thought dryly. The mail floated to Harry, who plucked it out of the air, and he sorted it out real quick.
Bill, Bill, junk mail...what's this? He saw a letter addressed to Harry J. Potter. Something that NEVER happened before. But that was not the strangest part, it was old looking and had green cursive ink that was used to write the address. He noticed the wax seal and the fact that the letter was specifying the cupboard under the stairs.
Something no one knew about. He made a thought towards Rose, so that he can deal with the letter in a moment.
Please bring this to my room Rose, we'll look at it later. Rose gave Harry her version of a shrug, taking the letter from Harry's hands, but hesitated.
Go ahead Rose, they are keeping their heads in the sand. At that, she took the letter towards the cupboard, and Harry gave the all clear to his relatives.
"Alright, here you go Uncle Vernon." Harry said with humor, but in reality he was anything but humored. He wanted to go and see what was in that letter, NOW. Not later.
"Right. Thank you." Vernon said somewhat stiffly, taking the letters and sorting though them. Dudley came back to finish his meal, and Petunia finished washing the frying pan for the third time.
Harry finished his breakfast, and went to the cupboard, and silently closed the door. He turned around, and he nearly jumped back. The letter was right in front of his face. He snached it out of the air before Rose could move it out of his reach, and spoke sarcastically to the open air.
"Thanks Rose." He opened the letter, noticing the wax seal and the small writing on the letter addressed to him, specifying the cupboard under the stairs.
"What's up with this?" Harry asked out loud.
"Witchcraft and Wizardry…Owl? Books? Uniform? Toad? Who would want a Toad for a pet?" he turned the two pages over to look on the back, and shook his head.
"Rose, can you help me out here?" Harry relaxed, he was about to see a vision.
Suddenly, he felt that he was gone, and in another room. There were three people, an old man in silly robes with a long white beard, an old women in dark robes, and a middle aged women in robes. They did things with a wand, they were in an old building, they did MAGIC. Real magic, not any of this stage magician business.
"Rose?" Harry said after breathing deeply. "Go get an Owl, I'm going to write a letter."
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Tell me what you think, I am rewriting the next chapter as well.