Son of Transformation

An impossible child, born of Human and Denizen, trained by Heaven's Flame, pulled into the world of Greek Myths in time to save a man hating Goddess. How will Harry Potter, son of Transformation affect the future of the world? Answer to Whitetigerwolfs Monstrous Challenge.

And here we go with chapter 2. This chapter will reveal exactly who Harrys dad is, as well as the other crossover correctly. On a side note, I have made a decision on the paring and it will not be Artemis as I implied at the start of the last chapter. Instead it will be Zoe and I do have my reasons for that decision. Enjoy!

Chapter 2

When Harry regained consciousness, the first thing he was aware of was the fact he was laying on a soft bed. That in and of itself was unusual as the mattress in his cupboard was so thin it hardly provided any comfort. The second thing was the smell of spaghetti and meatballs that filled the air. He recognized the scent as it was something he had to cook often for his fat whale of a cousin. The seven year old slowly opened his eyes and found himself staring up at a white ceiling. He slowly sat up and looked around, taking in the small room he was in. It was fairly bare, with only a dresser, the bed he was on, a bedside table with a first aid box sat on top and a wooden chair next to the bed.

Harry looked down at himself and found that his Dursley provided rags had gone, replaced by a pair of well fitting pajama bottoms and a large amount of bandages wrapped around his torso and arms.

He got out of bed and moved over the massive window that dominated one wall. Upon seeing what was outside, his eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open.

It seemed that he was in a palace with large grounds, dotted with a few trees and pools, as well as walls made of white stone. What really caught Harrys attention though was the fact the palace and its grounds were surrounded by clouds, as if it was situated on top of a mountain.

"Where am I?" he asked.

"Oh good, you are awake," said a voice from the door.

Harrys head snapped around to the source and saw a woman wearing a maids uniform stood in the doorway. She had pink hair and eyes and a beautiful, if emotionless face. In her hands was a tray with a large plate of steaming spaghetti and meatballs, a glass of something fizzy and some cutlery

"Who are you?" asked Harry.

"My name is Wilhelmina Carmel," said the woman, "I was the one who found you and brought you here to the Palace of Heaven's Road, yes indeed."

Wilhelmina walked into the room and placed the tray she held on the bedside table.

"Come, eat," she said, "You have been unconscious for two days, yes indeed."

Harry cautiously approached the food and began to eat, although he kept one eye on the strange woman. It may be irrational, but there was something about her that set him on edge. The young boy had gotten very good at reading people during his time at the Dursleys and this woman wasn't giving any indication that she intended him harm, but his instincts were screaming at him that she was dangerous.

As the boy was eating, Wilhelmina opened the first aid box on the bedside table and pulled out a roll of bandages, before sitting down on the chair and unwrapping the bandages, revealing the wounds that had not been healed by his power. The maid clicked her tongue as she examined his torso, before putting the bandages away.

"It appears that you are now completely healed yes indeed," said the woman, "Impressive regeneration."

"I've always been a fast healer," said Harry after swallowing a mouth full of food.

"Hmm."

Wilhelmina got to her feet and moved to the door.

"You are free to explore the Palace if you so wish," said the woman, "I shall signal when it is time to eat. Good day."

She left the room, leaving Harry to finish his food.

Once the boy had finished eating, he got to his feet and left the room and began to explore his new surroundings. The palace was quite large and open, with huge courtyards and open promenades. The sun shone brightly above the grounds, keeping the entire place pleasantly warm and the air practically thrummed with energy that sang to something deep inside Harry's soul. The walls of the palace were covered in murals and paintings depicting monsters devouring humans and other humans with monsters at their backs fighting against them. Harry was awed by the beauty and complexity of the painting as he moved through the palace, taking in the artwork. Eventually, the boy reached a room off the main corridors of the palace. Unlike the rest of the palace that was mostly open to the sun, this room was small, dark and lit only by a large fire that burned in a bronze dish. The paintings in this room were even more impressive than the others, taking up the entire wall with only three figures.

One was a truly massive serpent picked out in green and black paint in the dead centre of the wall opposite the door. On the snakes left was an angelic figure picked out in white. Its form was difficult to make out, but for the huge pair of wings that stretched from its back. The final image was of a massive phoenix done in red and orange, its wings spread wide and fire burning around it.

"Amazing," whispered Harry.

"Indeed, the creator of this place was a truly amazing artist," said a deep, thunderous voice, making Harry jump and turn around, looking around wildly for the source, only to see nothing.

"Whos there?" asked the boy, feeling the strange power that had transformed him before begin to sture.

"Be calm child, I mean you no harm," said the voice, "My name is Alastor, the Flame of Heaven. You must be the child Wilhelmina Carmel bought back."

"My name is Harry," said the boy, still looking around for the source of the voice.

"Hmm, I can see why she was intrigued by you. You feel human and yet you have an aura about you that seems to belong to a Denizen."

"Whats a Denizen?" asked Harry, relaxing slightly.

"A Denizen of the Crimson World is the name given to those who come from the Crimson World, a plain of existence that exists beside this one," said Alastor, "They come to this world in search of the Power of Existence in order to gain power to fulfil their desires. Existence is the substance that makes up everything in this world, it is the most basic thing required for life."

"And I feel like one of these Denizens?" asked Harry, "But how can that be possible? I'm human. Aren't I?"

"I'm not sure," said Alastor, "You certainly look human, but that means nothing as there are many Denizens who take human form, however your body is most definitely human. Despite this, you do have an aura about you that screams Denizen. Its almost as if… No, that is not possible."

Harry opened his mouth to ask what the Flame of Heaven meant, but was interrupted by a loud gong echoing through the Palace.

"We will need to continue this discussion later young Harry," said Alastor, "That was Wilhelmina calling for dinner. I shall think on your situation some more."

The voice fell silent and Harry recognized the fact he had been dismissed. He would have asked more questions, but his stomach's rumbling sound put a stop to that and he reluctantly left the shrine area. Outside he paused as he realised he had absolutely no idea where to go. Before he could think of what to do, something small slammed into his side, sending him and his attacker crashing to the floor. The seven year old sat up, rubbing his head, only to find himself nose to nose with a small, Chinese girl with long, black hair with an antenna sticking up from her fringe and dark brown eyes. She was wearing a pink cheongsam and brown leather boots.

The girl stared at Harry for a moment, before suddenly shooting back and adopting a fighting stance.

"Who are you, how did you get here?" she demanded in slightly accented english.

Harry raised his hands in a non threatening manner. Before he could say anything, a familiar voice reached the two children.

"Be calm youngling, I bought him here," said Wilhelmina as the pink haired woman approached.

The girl glanced between the Maid and Harry, before dropping out of her stance. Harry let out a sigh of relief and smiled at the smaller girl.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Harry, Harry Potter."

He held out his hand. The girl examined the hand for a moment, before gripping it with a surprisingly strong grip considering her size.

"Nice to meet you," she said.

Harry waited for a moment but the girl just looked at him.

"Whats your name?" he asked.

"I don't have one," said the girl, "What would I need with a name? I'm going to be the Flame Haze of Alastor!"

She puffed out her chest proudly. Harry however looked confused as to why she'd be so proud to be without a name. He himself had been without a proper name for the first four years of his life at the Dursleys, only being called Boy or Freak and hadn't known his name was Harry Potter until his teacher called him that on his first day at school. Those four years were the worst of his time at the Dursleys. He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Wilhelmina calling out to the two children.

Dinner consisted of microwaved noodles, something that seemed a little odd to Harry because of Wilhelmina's presence, but he didn't say anything. Once the children had finished eating, Wilhelmina took the plates and placed them in the sink, before sitting down opposite Harry as the girl ran out of the room.

"Mr. Potter, I was wondering if you would answer some questions for me, yes indeed," said the woman as she regarded Harry through blank eyes.

Harry nodded cautiously.

"First of all how is it that you came to be on that road in the middle of nowhere?"

Harry stilled. Of all of the questions, that was the one he really didn't want to answer. He looked down at his hands, before looking back up and meeting Wilhelmina's eyes. What he saw surprised him. In the short amount of time he had known the woman, he had concluded that she was an extremely reserved and emotionless woman, yet in her eyes could be seen a spark of a caring soul who only wished to help those she considered friends and family. And that apparently included Harry himself.

The small boy began to shake as tears appeared in his eyes and, in halting sentences that quickly grew in strength, began to tell the woman everything that had happened to him at the Dursleys and what had resulted in him being in that field she had found him in. Although Wilhelmina's expression didn't change all that much, her lips and eyes twitched a few times, betraying the huge amount of emotion she was feeling.

Many who met the pink haired woman assumed that she felt very little due to her emotionless demeanour and overly polite manner, but that couldn't be further than the truth. The truth was that she was a very caring woman, she simply hid it well. She would go to great lengths to protect those she cared for and, despite the small amount of time she had spent caring for the small boy across from her he had left a deep impression on her. He reminded her of her long dead brother before she had become contracted to Tiamat. Hearing the sheer amount of abuse and suffering the boy, no, young man, across from her had gone through was enough to cause some emotions to leak past her carefully maintained barriers. When Harry mentioned his transformation however, it caught her attention enough that she was distracted from her flaring emotions and desires to go and crush the Dursleys.

"Pardon me, but could you describe this alternate form you took?" she asked.

Harry blinked and complied. Once he was finished, the pink haired woman sat in silence for a moment, thinking over what she had been told.

"Could it be? No, thats not possible. Then again, if it was then it would explain his unusual aura yes indeed."

Wilhelmina got to her feet, startling Harry slightly.

"Thank you for telling me all this, I know it cannot have been easy, yes indeed," she said, "Now, it's getting late so you should head off to bed. You haven't quite recovered and you need your rest."

Harry went to protest, but was cut of by a yawn. Wilhelmina quickly shooed the boy of to his room and made sure he got into bed, before heading down the the shrine where Alastor dwelled. She entered the room just as the ancient Denizen was finishing telling the story of the previous Flaming Haired Blazing Eyed One to the Girl. The pink haired woman paused in the entranceway for a moment, before entering the shrine.

"What troubles you?" asked the Crimson Lord.

"Young Harry," answered Wilhelmina, "I got him to tell me how he found himself in that field after dinner, yes indeed. The tale was...not pleasant to say the least. However, he told me something that has me intrigued. He claimed that he transformed into a form of Chimera to escape."

"Hmm, a Chimera you say?" asked Alastor.

"Indeed and from his description of it, it sounded a lot like the form Thousand Changes enjoys taking in battle."

Alastor's flame flickered slightly.

"You think the boy has some connection to the General?"

"Yes indeed," answered Wilhelmina, "In addition to the similer beastal form, he shairs a few traits with Thousand Changes. His facial structure is similar and the purple in his eyes match perfectly. In addition, the boys aura feels similar to that of Thousand Changes."

"Such a thing should not be possible and yet it is the only explanation," murmured Alastor, "I would say that he came into contact with him and somehow absorbed some of his Existence, but that would not explain the similar features."

The two old friends remained silent for a few moments, before Wilhelmina spoke up again.

"It may be nothing, but I remember something from when I was human. It was a ritual that could be used to aid a barren couple conceive a child. It worked by taking the essence of an Immortal being and infusing it into the barren party. The end result was a child that was the child of both the human parent and the Immortal the essence was taken from. It's possible that young Harry's parents used the ritual and it took the essence required from Thousand Changes, making him the child of a human and a Crimson Denizen."

"Hmm, yes it is possible," said Alastor, "If it is true, then Mr Potter is a truly unique being."

"What do you suggest?" asked Wilhelmina.

"Train the boy," said a soft, feminine voice that issued from the pink haired womans headband.

"Excellent idea Tiamat," said Alastor, "Young Harry could be a great ally against the Crimson Denizens in the future if properly trained. Sydonay is an incredibly powerful foe and if Harry had inherited even half of his power he will be formidable indeed."

Wilhelmina nodded and the three ancient beings began to make their plans to train the boy alongside the Girl.

And thats the end of Chapter 2. The third cross for those who don't know is Shakugan no Shana and Harrys father is one of the villains from the Anime, Sydonay. His power is shapeshifting into various forms. I won't be asking for ideas for Harrys forms cus I'm just going to use Sydonays with some colour alterations. What I do need is some ideas for what I could use for Harrys weapon. Give me ideas for what it could be, as well as any powers it could possess.

Regarding Shana (the girl). For those who dont know, she truly doesn't have a name until Yuji gives her one. In addition, she was found in Hong Kong so it stands to reason that shes Chinese rather than Japanese.

Now, I think I've wasted enough of your time, so I'm going to sign off here. Please leave me a Review!