Special
A "Heroes"-"Harry Potter" Crossover
Disclaimer:I do not own "Harry Potter", nor do I own "Heroes" (though I wish I owned Claire ;)). All characters are copyrighted. And I say this because you have Lord Necrojin's assurance that this fic is 100 OC-free! That said, enjoy!
note: I know that the Potter series takes place in the 90s, but in this fic, the entire timeline jumps a decade ahead; Potter is born in 1990, Lord Voldemort is reborn in 2004, and Potter's final year is in 2007-08 (not that that really matters since he dropped out).
Chapter One: Destinies
P.O.V.: Mohinder Suresh
To be special. For some, it is a dream and a blessing. For others, it is a nightmare and a curse. Yet for a select ambitious few, it becomes a means of achieving personal ends, be them good or evil. It really doesn't matter the nature in which one is special; whether it be of scientific origin, or of mystical origin. What matters is that they cope with their gift. One who has coped with who they are can grow to make a positive difference in this world. But for those who have not: the story is less than heroic for some…
England: Undisclosed location
Lord Voldemort turned as the door to his chamber opened.
"My Lord." the Death Eater said, "There is a guest for you."
"Send him in." Voldemort ordered, as he turned back to face the fireplace.
The door opened and a man entered, escorted by four Death Eaters in black cloaks. The man was dressed in black jeans, a black T-shirt, with a black hooded jacket over it, with the hood up.
"Love the musclemen." the stranger commented, "I gotta get me some of those."
Voldemort remained standing back turned to the man, who chuckled.
"Tick, tock, tick, tock. That's all you're hearing in my mind, isn't it?"
"So, you can control your thoughts." Voldemort observed, "Impressive…for an American." He turned to face the stranger. "Why have you come here?"
"I have a proposal for you which I believe will very much appeal to you." the man replied, "You and I are not very different. We both had less than satisfactory childhoods; we both always had that yearning to be special; we both realize that in this world, there are those who are naturally superior who are destined to subjugate the weaker; most of all, though, we both share thee same goal; just by different means."
"Get to the point!" Voldemort hissed, drawing his wand.
"Very well." the man replied, "I'm here, because I believe we can help each other achieve this goal for each other."
"Lord Voldemort needs no one's help." the Dark Lord countered coldly.
"You don't need it." the man said, "But you'll certainly want it, if you truly wish to achieve your goal."
Voldemort narrowed his eyes. "What are you getting at?"
The man simply gave a gentle chuckle, as he licked his lips. "I have something you want." he said slyly, "And if you want it, you're going to need to help me."
Voldemort took a deep breath. Then he put his wand away. "You American bastard. What do you want?"
"The same thing as you, actually." the man answered, as he took out a photo. "I give you what you need, as soon as you give me what I need." He flicked the photo at Voldemort, who caught it and looked at it: it was a photo of a blonde teenage girl. "Her name is Claire Bennet." the man explained, "I want her alive. Do this, and I will give you what you want." He extended a hand. "Deal?"
Voldemort strode forward to him, and shook it. "Deal."
The stranger smiled. "I do believe this could be the start of a beautiful friendship, Mr. Voldemort."
Voldemort returned with a vicious-looking smile. "Time shall tell, Mister…"
The man lowered his hood. "Call me Sylar."
Surrey, England
Harry Potter sat on the roof of his Aunt and Uncle's house. Gathered at the driveway where he could see, were his things; ALL his things. He glanced at his watch: 11:56 pm, of July 30: his final night under this roof. He looked up at the sky.
In mere minutes he would become a man in the eyes of the magical community. Where others his age were still uncertain of the future, Harry knew well what he had to do. I'm not returning to Hogwarts. he thought to himself, There's too much at stake to just return there to hide; not like there's anything left to protect me from him. He sighed. But first things first: Bill. I must admit, the lucky devil scored big.
He smiled to himself, as he fondled the locket around his neck: a painful reminder of that night.
Then, his watch beeped: Midnight, July 31. Suddenly, a golden aura appeared around him, then shattered into golden light particles, which flew into the night; Dumbledore's 17-year long spell was finally broken. "It is done." he said to himself. He jumped off the house onto the yard. He looked back at the house to see his Aunt, Uncle and cousin staring at him out the window. Harry turned leave, but then stopped. An image of Dumbledore appeared in his mind. No. Harry thought, He would've wanted me to do it.
He turned around and entered the house, and went up to his foster family to face them. He looked at all three of them, and took a long breath. After what seemed like an eternity for him, he spoke: "Thank you…for everything." He took another breath. "Okay…bye." He turned to leave.
"Be careful out there, boy." he heard Uncle Vernon say, "And, er, have a…good life, I suppose." Harry stopped.
"I will. Thank you." he replied, as he left.
Harry took his things in the driveway and, feeling as if a weight that had burdened him all his life had been lifted, he left.
Las Vegas, Nevada
"Still nothing?" Niki asked. "Nope." D.L. answered from his laptop, "No update." He was on Niki's website, waiting from an update from Ando.
Yamagato Industries: Tokyo, Japan
In a dimly-lit office, Ando Masahashi and Kaito Nakamura sat in front of a computer that had Niki's website on, with Kaito doing research on his laptop.
"I found something!" Kaito exclaimed. Ando looked at the laptop, then went back to the main computer to type.
Las Vegas, Nevada
"Huggers69 writes: We found them!"
"Niki!" D.L. called; she ran over to him. "They found Angela Petrelli." he told her.
"Nathan's mother?" she inquired; D.L. nodded.
"Yeah. They were seen in New York, near Kirby Plaza."
"Where Nathan and his brother…"
Niki's words trailed off, before she shook the thought out of her head. "And the woman?"
"Still no sign of Candice Wilmer anywhere." D.L. said with a slight tone of frustration.
Niki nodded. "So when do we go?"
"As soon as possible." D.L. replied as he typed a thank you and a farewell, before logging out. "Where's Micah?"
"In his room." Niki replied, "Do I tell him?"
"Later." D.L. answered as he stood, "First, let's just relax for a bit. There'll be time for Linderman later."
Niki smiled. "We just need to take down Petrelli, and Linderman's Company will be officially shattered."
"The Company was shattered the moment Linderman died." D.L. corrected her, "What we're doing, is just making sure the shards don't come back together."
"I am going to New York." Ando declared.
"No!" Kaito responded, "It is too dangerous! Let them take care of her!"
"But-" Ando tried to object, but Kaito put a hand up to the level of his face.
"No. Our task remains the same: to wait for Hiro. Once Hiro returns, then perhaps we can help them."
Ando exhaled. He finally nodded.
Odessa, Texas
Standing amid the abandoned Primatech building, Noah and Claire Bennet surveyed the remains of the struggle that ensued during Noah's escape from the building; the Company had decided to abandon this building after that incident, and this had just become another stop in their search for their family.
"Where else could they have gone to?" Claire asked.
"I don't know." Noah replied, "But we'll keep looking. We still have to check the house. My money's still on the house."
"But it's easily still a nuclear wasteland." Claire reminded him, "Would they even survive in there?"
"I don't know." Noah admitted, shaking his head, "But we have to try all the places we know. I keep hoping, and telling myself, that the Company didn't…dispose of them."
Claire took a sharp breath at that remark; Noah looked at her. "I'm sorry, Claire. I'm just getting more worried with every empty location."
Claire smiled and nodded. "We'll find them, Dad. I know we will."
Just then, Claire's cellphone rang. She took it out and answered. "…Hello?" After a couple seconds, her eyes widened. "Mom?"
Noah turned swiftly to her. "Sandra?" Claire shook her head. "My other Mom." she mouthed to him. Noah immediately gained interest, though he couldn't help but feel a bit of pride, that Claire referred to her biological mom as her 'other mom' rather than her 'real mom.'
"M-hm." Claire said. A few moments later, a small smile came to her face. "They are?" She began beaming. "Th-thank you! Thank you so much!" She hung up and turned to Noah.
"Dad! That was Meredith! She's got Mom and Lyle at her place!" Noah too beamed.
"Right now?" Claire nodded enthusiastically. "She said she wants to talk to me about something and that we can go there right now!" She went to hug Noah, who reciprocated.
"Oh thank you God." Noah said in a happy and relieved tone, "Thank you."
Tokyo, Japan
Ando stood outside of his work building and looked at the night sky.
"Ando Masahashi?" a voice called; Ando turned.
Agent Audrey Hanson was walking toward him. "Agent Hanson." she introduced herself, flashing her badge, "I've been told that you are an acquaintance of Hiro Nakamura?"
Ando nodded. "I am a friend of his."
Hanson put her badge away. "So I am correct to assume that you have seen this man?" She showed Ando a photograph. "He calls himself 'Sylar'. We've been searching for him for months. He is responsible for the murders of over a dozen people."
"Yes." Ando said, "Hiro left me here and went to fight him. I…I don't know what happened to him afterward though. Hiro's father tells me that he is still alive, but I haven't seen him in around eight months."
"What about Sylar?" Hanson inquired further, "What was the last you saw him?"
Ando now had a worried look on his face. "You mean Sylar is not dead?"
"No." Hanson replied, "He was seriously wounded, but he escaped the scene before we could get there. He's still at large. I've been hunting him for months and this is the best time to find him, when he's at his weakest."
"But…" Ando began, "If Hiro is alive, and Sylar is alive, then…what happened on the day after the election?"
"That's none of your concern." Hanson said curtly, "And…I don't know anyway." she added grudgingly. "There's so much we have to find out yet. But you are certain you have not seen Hiro Nakamura or Sylar in the last eight months?" Ando shook his head; Hanson sighed in frustration. "Well thank you anyway." Ando bowed, as Hanson left.
Hanson returned to her car. She let out another frustrated sigh. "Damn it." she swore, "Nothing about this makes any sense." She let out a half-laugh. "When has this Sylar case ever made sense?"
Kermit, Texas
Noah and Claire arrived at the Forever Young Trailer Park, and found Meredith Gordon's trailer. Claire knocked on the door. A few moments later, the door opened and standing there, was Meredith Gordon: Claire's biological mother. Meredith smiled and hugged Claire. Noah nodded to her politely and shook her hand. "They're waiting." Meredith told them as she motioned them inside.
Sandra and Lyle Bennet were at the table in the living room. Noah went to each one and hugged them, as did Claire. "Thanks, Mom." Claire said to Meredith as they and Noah went to the kitchen, "We've been looking for them for quite a while."
"Always glad to help my daughter." Meredith said with a smile, "They came to me a few months ago. I still don't know how they knew about me, but I'm just glad they knew."
She went closer to Claire. "But…is it true? What I've heard about Nathan…" Claire nodded solemnly.
"Yeah. Eight months ago. But he died a good death."
Meredith sighed and had a serene look on her face. "He was always a rather…shady person as long as I knew him. But it's good to know that in the end, his true colors showed."
"I think we all discovered things about ourselves that we never knew over these past months." Noah said.
Meredith looked at Noah's family in the living room. "Mr. Bennet?" Noah looked at her. "There's actually something I need you and Claire to help me with." she continued. Claire turned to face Meredith. "I heard a while back of this man. His name is Sylar, and I understand you both have met him before."
"Sylar?!" Claire said urgently, "Was he here?" Meredith shook her head.
"No, thank God for that. But I heard that this Sylar was somehow involved with Nathan's death. I want to find him, and kill him."
"So do we!" Claire declared.
"Hold on there for a moment!" Noah interjected, "I appreciate your intentions Ms. Gordon, but if I remember your file correctly you're a pyrokinetic, and with all due respect, that power alone will be nothing against Sylar's arsenal of abilities.
"Besides, he hasn't been seen in eight months since the election. No one knows where he is."
"There has to be someone out there who can find him!" Meredith insisted, "No one can stay hidden forever! There has to be at least one person out there who knows; a friend, a family member, maybe a member of your Company that's supposed to be so good at tracking people like me and Claire…"
"Wait." Noah said suddenly, "You're right. There is someone; someone who can find Sylar." He looked Meredith in the eye. "Alright. You can come with us. But I need your word that my family is one-hundred percent safe in here; that Sylar, or the Company doesn't know they're here!"
"You have my word." Meredith swore, "Thank you. I'll do everything in my power to help you find and kill Sylar."
"First things first." Noah declared, "We find Dr. Mohinder Suresh. If we find Suresh, we'll find the one we're looking for."
Ottery St. Catchpole, England
Harry stood at the yard of the Weasley house, the Burrow, holding his Firebolt broomstick in his right hand. He stared up at the sky.
Bill Weasley and Fleur de la Coeur had just been wed, and the wedding celebration had just begun. There's no celebration for me. he thought, not as long as Voldemort is out there.
"Harry?"
He turned to see Ginny Weasley walking toward him, with her brother Ron, and Hermione Granger. Harry swore mentally; he was hoping to avoid this.
"Look." Hermione began, "We- and that includes me, believe it or not-have accepted that you're not returning to school. I realize that in these times, there are actually things more important than…" Hermione trailed off; she couldn't believe what she was saying! But it was true.
"Just promise us, Harry…" Ron said, "That you'll keep in touch with us. You keep us to date with your quest, and we'll make sure to tell you about anything that happens at Hogwarts. Deal?"
Harry looked at all of them; even though he had wanted to avoid this, he couldn't help but feel good that his friends were here, at the very end, to show their support for him. He smiled. "Thanks."
Suddenly, Ginny flung herself at Harry and hugged him. He could hear her cry. "Shh." he whispered to her, "It's alright, Ginny. It'll all be fine."
Then he heard her whisper those three words in his ears: words he had wanted more than anything to hear her say, but at the same time didn't want her to say: "I love you."
Harry took a sharp intake of breath and closed his eyes. "I…"
Damn it Harry, just say it! Just say it! he thought to himself.
"I…" He took another breath. He broke away from her and looked her in the eyes. "I have to go."
Ginny slowly took a couple steps back and looked at Harry with a betrayed expression, which Harry could easily interpret.
"I'm sorry." Harry told her. He looked at his other two friends. "I'll keep in touch."
With that, Harry got on his broomstick and kicked off into the air.
Hovering a few feet above the ground, Harry gave one final glance at his friends and at the Burrow, then flew away.
P.O.V.: Mohinder Suresh
It is a common fantasy among the normal to be special. But beneath the allure of the power and the control, is the burden: the burden to control the power, and to not let it control you. The burden to use the gifts we are given the way we are meant to. The burden to face the destiny that is laid before us, and to face our adversaries without fear and without doubt, confident that our power will be enough to overcome all our trials. But sometimes, whether we like it or not, our powers may not be enough. Sometimes…in order to vanquish our foes, we need others like us. Too often people with powers and gifts believe that they alone can save the world. But the truth is, that only with the help of others, can the destiny of man be changed. For better or worse…that is all up to them.