Stupid bloody bunny. It won't stop gnawing at the insides of my brain. Well, in the vain hope that I'll be able to work on my other fic I've decided to post chapter two. It was originally going to be part of chapter one but I was tired and it was four in the morning when I decided to post last night. This chapter will tell the same story as the last chapter, but from a different perspective.
Harry Potter belongs to J K Rowling.
The Norse Gods belong to, em the Norse?
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It was raining, as though the heavens themselves wept for the poor, innocent child being buried. At least that's what he felt. The day had started out bright, but than a powerful storm had begun to build and now the rain lashed down all around those in the little graveyard. It was fitting how the day's weather matched the boy's life. Pathetic fallacy it was called, the act of assigning human traits or emotions to inanimate objects or acts of nature. The holy man was in the middle of reciting the prayers for the dead.
How had this come about... This couldn't have been His doing, the old fool wouldn't grant him such freedom. Not after what he'd done, this time. But as he scanned the sky for any sign of attack, there was nothing. Why? That was the question. And the answer was linked in some way to the events of that night seven years ago. He focused, calling what little memory of the night he possessed to the front of his mind.
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It was 31 October 1981. The night was cold, if dry. The sounds of laughter drifted into the cottage from the village. The laughter of children in dress, asking at houses for gifts of sweets or money. Inside the cottage there were four people. James and his beautiful wife Lily as well as their twin sons, Harry and Darren. Both had inherited most of their father's features, although they had their mother's eyes. The children played in the sitting room with their father, crawling over each other and him. More interested in the sights, sounds and smells than any coherent game. Lily came in from the kitchen and scooped up Darren before turning to her husband and speaking, her words are mostly lost on the children but they do understand one, bed. James lifts up Harry and follows Lily up to the nursery. The children cry, not wanting to stop playing with their father. James laughs and leaves.
Just as the children begin to sleep a loud bang sounded and the house shook. James' voice cries out, panic laced through it. The panic is soon replaced with rage as he and another shout at each other. There's a thud and than silence. A figure dressed all in black enters the nursery. He points a short stick at Lily and speaks, his voice is low, cold and twisted. Lily stands between him and the children. He motions with the stick and speaks again. Once more she refuses. The man snarls and fires a red light from the sick. Lily just collapses. He steps over her and studies the boys. Whatever he searches for eludes him. He levels his stick at Darren, the closer, and speaks. Green light rushes at the younger twin. Harry watches and hopes his brother will be fine but some part of his mind knows he won't and acts. Accidental magic occurs when the subconsciousness taps into the power within a wizard or witch and uses it, without the brain even being aware. This means effects not normally available can occur. Like here, where Harry drained most of his magic and another magic that had lurked deeper within himself to shield his brother from harm. As his vision faded Harry saw an arc of green light, darker than the man's light, launch itself towards Darren and collide with as as the man's light did.
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Movement catches his eye, snapping him back to reality. Lily adjusts the bundle in her arms. She looks like death on a bad day. He works out what he learned from the memories. The boy, Darren, he was why harry had no magic. He was why Harry was sent away to that family instead of staying with his own. What was the reason the old man gave?
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Dumbledore had just finished running his examination spells over Harry and was studying the results. The last one had stung a bit so Lily told him he could have ice-cream, but only if he shared it with Darren. Harry rushed towards the kitchen and told Darren they could have ice-cream. Harry than turned and started back towards the sitting-room.
"Where are you going?" Darren asked.
"Mummy says we should ask others if they want sweets too." He said. Harry turned around and returned to ask if they wanted any. When he got to the door he heard talking. James had told him it was impolite to interrupt others when they were talking so he decided to wait a minute before asking.
"His magical levels are too low to safely travel by port-key or floo." Dumbledore said. "To even try could cause serious damage to him. It's the same reason children under a certain age shouldn't be transported using them."
"Well Padfoot or Moony would be glad to look after him." James spoke up.
"I feel that leaving Harry in a less magical environment would be better, that way wards to block the owls delivering the threats won't interfere with his guardian's daily life. It would also help him in the long term to see people coping without magic are able to lead happy lives." Dumbledore replied.
"I guess we could ask Petunia..." That was all of his mother's reply that he heard. He ran up the stairs and into his room. There he cried. He cried for a long time.
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A week later his mother was dropping him off with his aunt and uncle, who lived in Surrey. That was the last time she would see her first born son alive.
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What followed was a montage of bitter memories. The boy was mocked, subtlety. His aunt was the best. A slight whisper as he passed, about how he was a freak and even than was useless among them. How his parents had left him here never to return. Of how he was lucky she and her husband had taken pity on him or he would have ended up dead. Her husband and son were worse. They just insulted him openly. He was weak, he was ugly, he was worthless... He was small. Dudley would even hit him if he could avoid being seen by his mother. Vernon didn't care either way. All the while, no contact from his parents or his friends. That was how things continued until that day nearly two weeks ago. Harry had snapped at struck back at Dudley.
"Why there? Why like that?" He wondered aloud. "You must have known I'd heard worse insults in my youth. Was it an attempt to kill me once and for all? Than why not do it than and there? Why bother banishing me? You never seemed to care if anyone saw you act like a heartless bastard." Was the information he needed buried there. In the wording of his banishment?
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The chains chaffed. The collar around his neck, which was chained to the floor, made it difficult to turn his head and study the gathered crowd. Still he did, he wanted to see what she was doing. Sigyn, she had stood by him through every horrible thing he did. She had begged for mercy on his behalf after learning his drunken actions had cost their sons their lives. He spotted her, just behind him and to his right. Like many gathered she looked unhappy... That was different. She was always supportive, regardless of the wickedness of his actions. He looked closer and saw it wasn't anger but sadness that marred her beautiful face.
The doors to the throne room open and Odin entered. Now there was a man he despised. That bastard who dared to have a look of disappointment on his face now.
"Yeah be disappointed. I didn't learn anything from your last punishment and I won't learn anything from this one. Just give me what I want and I'll never bother you again." He muttered under his breath.
"Loki." The All-Father boomed. "This time you have gone too far. I have tried many times to force the lesson that your actions are not free of consequences, yet you simply refuse to learn. It is with a heavy heart that I am forced to take this action." At these words the doors reopened and a pair of guards entered, flanking Hel. Loki bolted upright, or as upright as he could get with all the chains.
"Your punishment, while harsh, will hopefully teach you what you need to know."
No. no no no no. He wouldn't. Would he. Loki watched as Odin approached his daughter. His youngest remaining child. As Loki prepared to threaten the king of Asgard, the man spoke again.
"You shall be sent to Midgard. Your memories bound. You shall live as a mortal, learn like they do. Actions have consequences. Do it!"
Hel looked to her father, avoided his eyes and used her power over life and death. It took Loki a second to understand what was being done. He didn't even have time to scream.
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Loki watched as the Potters walked away. He watched as the old man stood in font of the grave and apologised for failing the boy. He watched as the old man left. None had noticed him. Good, his magic was working. It wouldn't do to be spotted. Not as he appeared now, not as an eight year old boy, wearing old and overly large clothing. A boy with a nasty looking gash across his neck.
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Right, as the description states. This is a Harry Potter/ Norse Mythology crossover. Not a Thor crossover, so Don't expect references to Marvel comics or films here. This is mainly to give me lots of space to work on Loki's character. I've named a few characters people may not recognise so I'll add a little 'Who's Who?' introducing characters and items from Norse myths at the end of chapters in which they appear. Although the Marvel Wiki gives some info on backgrounds, so look there or on wikipedia if you want more info. So lets see:
+ Sigyn – Norse Goddess of Fidelity. Loki is her husband and the father of her sons, Narfi and Vali. Narfi was killed by Vali, who had been turned into a rabid wolf by the other gods, as punishment for Loki insulting them during a feast [later versions say it was for causing the death of Baldr] , his entrails are used to bind Loki to a rock in a cave under a venomous snake.
+ Odin – The All-Father, king of Norse gods. Father to Thor and foster-brother* to Loki. Nothing else you need to know from the story's point right now.
+ Hel – The Norse Goddess of Death. Loki's youngest living child and only daughter, that is known of. She and two of her brothers, The Fenris Wolf (sometimes spelt Fenrir) and the Midgard Serpent Jormungand, are Loki's by the frost giantess Angerboda. One half of her body is natural looking, if pale, while the other half is blackened (I'm guessing like Zetsu from Naruto )
+ Midgard - The Asgardian name for Earth.
*Before anyone rushes to correct me on the info relating to Odin, remember I'm using the Norse legends. I've looked it up and found many cases where Loki is called Odin's, not Thor's, brother and since it'll help seperate my fic from any other fic using Marvel as insperation I'm gonna use it.
One last thing before I go, technically Darren is canon and Harry/Loki is the O.C here. This is because Harry/Loki was born, reborn, first and got named Harry. In the canon story Darren was born an only child and was named Harry. That's why he is the Boy-Who-Lived and will be dealing with the stations of the canon while Loki decides on what to do with this new life he's been given.
This is Highvalour saying bye and thanks for reading.
