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Very slight crossover with Charmed. (The Elders and Whitelighters)

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Meant To Live EDITED

Green emerald eyes fluttered open only to close again. The owner of said eyes gave a groan as one of their hands came up to run a hand through unruly black locks. Chancing another glance, green eyes tried to open again only to be sorely disappointed once more.

The place he had been dumped in was white and spacious. He could tell it was some sort of room as he could faintly see the outlines of the walls. Was he at St. Mungo's? Not much was placed in said room except for what seemed to be a couch and a few pieces of pottery. Taking a deep breath he steeled himself to feel loads of pain as he slowly situated himself into a sitting position. After a second of waiting for the oncoming pain he stopped, let go of the breath he was holding and blinked.

Why couldn't he feel anything?

Take it he should have been gracious to whoever granted him at least this until his befuddled mind came up with a logical—albeit morbid—answer…

Maybe he died!?

Taking the time to absorb his quandary, instinct kicked in and he started to panic. Was he really dead!? And if by some chance he was dead, where was he? Could this be heaven or some sick joke before they cast him into the dark pits of hell!?

"Where the bloody hell am I!?" he nearly shrieked.

What he did not expect, though, was an answer.

"You're in the Elder's waiting chambers. Hi! You must be Harry Potter!" Slight awkward pause. "Oh, of course you're Harry Potter…I should know this cuz Fate told me all the details. Because if I didn't what kind of whitelighter would I be? Heh heh…? So, um…how are you and can I offer you anything to drink?"

Green eyes widened comically. In front of him stood a young blonde man probably no older than twenty. His blonde hair was unnaturally shiny and cut sorta short—ending at the young man's chin. He was defiantly very handsome, a sort of beauty only associated with things like Veela's. He wore a white and golden robe and his feet were adorned with sandals. On his face he wore a slight smile and Harry idly noticed that his hands were wringing themselves, probably an anxious gesture.

The slightly bubbly person who had just spoken to him gave him a nervous smile before giving him a nervous laugh. "Well, um, you see…we have water. Would you like some water? Maybe not…you seem confused." Another awkward pause. "Of course you'd be confused! If I died I'd be confused too I suppose…."

Only one word of that registered with the already panicked wizard.

"I'm DEAD!? How the bloody hell did I die!? And who the bloody hell are you exactly!? What am I doing here—"

His own tirade was cut off by the man's as he made a desperate 'shushing' motion. "Don't raise your voice! Not until they've decided what to do with you…" he whispered. Harry's eyes narrowed but he complied as the man took a panicked stance of his own. "I'm sorry! You're not dead but I don't see how else to explain it to you…you're half-dead…in a coma…?" he concluded with a nervous grin and twitching eye.

Harry Potter was not amused.

"Tell me what's going on." He demanded. The blonde however hesitated and when he was about to talk he quickly slapped himself and began to mutter to himself as well. Harry rolled his eyes and tried to rub his temples and that's when he noticed something else.

"Where are my glasses!?" he touched his face and quickly looked around his immediate area only to find another rather embarrassing discovery. "WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES!?" he then tried to cover himself up from the eyes of the other man in the room.

The strange man however titled his head to the side; as if confused. Eyeing Harry's plight, understanding soon lit his features. With a snap of a finger a robe quickly hid Harry's indecency. The wizard gave a relieved sigh and nodded his thanks to the blonde. "What's your name?" he blurted out. Thinking this maybe a tad rude, Harry ducked his head and willed his slight blush to go away.

The man merely smiled and chuckled, "I guess I owe you that much." He admitted. "My name is Tristan. And I'm your—I guess I can't tell you right now…How are you feeling? I tried to heal you as best as I could but seeing as you didn't wake up I thought I sorta botched the whole thing…" he waved his hands motioning Harry's body.

"Oh, no I feel fine, er…good. I'm not in any pain and um, yeah." He finished lamely.

"Oh that's good! Because to be perfectly honest that was my first healing…ever! I even managed to fix your horrible eyesight! You're the first person that I've actually tried that on. I'm amazing don't you think?" Tristan rocked on the balls of his feet and Harry could do nothing else but nod and look away. This man was simply too strange for his liking.

"So why am I here?" Harry tried again. Tristan gave a small frown.

"I don't know…" Harry sighed and was about to give up. "Okay…maybe I do know but most of it's sorta still confusing for me too. Keep that in mind kay?" Harry looked up and eagerly nodded. 'Anything to clear this up…' he thought.

Tristan cleared his throat and sat down close the young wizard. "Okay…where to start first…?" he asked himself.

"How about where am I for starters?" Harry suggested. Tristan gave an 'oh' sound before nodding.

"Like I said before, you're in the Elder's waiting chambers. Right now they're discussing your…unique situation. Don't worry it shouldn't take long now. They started about the same time you were brought in and you've been…how do the humans say it? You've been knocked out freezing or something…?" Tristan smiled uneasily obviously trying to lighten the situation.

Harry smiled but was not quite in the mood for this.

Tristan must have noticed because he sighed and continued on with his explanation. "You're a wizard. And as a wizard you are able to access an energy and make it…tangible in a sense. This energy as you know, is magic. Most witches and wizards though most of them don't know are able to call upon their magic using strong emotions. The strongest I've yet to see are anger and hate." He admitted. Harry nodded, still confused but satisfied at least something was being explained to him.

"Depending on how strong the emotion is at the time can result as to how strong a spell or curse can work. So basically the stronger the emotion, the stronger the magic, do you follow?" Harry nodded. "Good. But of course I'm probably just giving you a refresher here but my ranting has a point. This is also the reason babies and small children might make accidental magic happen by the way. During their childish tantrums they tend to feel very strongly thus they unknowingly tap into their powers and well, you know. They use magic.

Down on Earth after your latest encounter with evil you lifted a rather dark spell. I'm not sure if you know this but that particular spell tends to intensify the pain afterwards due to the fact that it held it at bay so long. So basically your pain intensified at least ten times more than it was supposed too. Don't look so sad! You didn't know." Tristan patted Harry's back as the boy bit his lip.

"I did but not about that! I thought that—" Tristan patted his back and motioned him to shush.

"Anyways…mortals tend to…associate other emotions with pain. Mostly negative emotions. Like hate, anger and those sorts of things. While you were under pain's...influence you felt deep hatred and deep anger." At this Harry idly remembered that he had felt those and looked away guiltily. "And like I said, most magic is fueled by said emotions. In your anguish you wished you could go somewhere else, somewhere where the 'Boy-who-lived' didn't exist."

"So it took me here?" Harry guessed. At this Tristan gained a slightly sheepish look and Harry had already, in this short amount of time, learned to associate it with something bad.

"Um, yes…and no. You are a rather extraordinary individual Mr. Potter." Tristan said rather seriously. "You did wish yourself somewhere where you don't exist."

Harry frowned. "Wished? I thought you said only spells and curses could—"

Tristan shook his head, "When someone wishes something it is sorta categorized as a spell. So coupled with your already strong magic and fierce emotions you were able to actually whisk yourself away! Congratulations by the way…you tried it and well, actually survive. But…"

Harry gulped. "Yes?"

"While you did accomplish this extraordinary feat it's well…sorta not allowed. Dimensions and parallel worlds have boundaries and walls and such. No other world is supposed to cross over into another world. Because some worlds have magic, some don't and some are just too different to allow such things…Luckily for you; you managed to land in a world where magic is accepted. Kudos…" he praised.

"Wait…if I did get to another world why am I here now?" Harry frowned.

"Eh…because you're really not here. Your body is sorta there while your…spirit is here. The Elder's might not have been able to bring you back to restore the damage but they were able to halt your spirit and bring it here. They sorta want to do something…" he murmured.

"My body!? Spirit!? Then what—and how!? Then why did you heal me if I was gonna go back to my real body!? Am I gonna go back to my real body!?" Harry demanded rather hotly.

"Er…I'm not sure. But if you do then the healing you received here would transfer to your real body…at least I think so." Tristan shifted his position and eyed Harry's reaction.

"So let me get this straight. My little temper tantrum landed me in another world. But you kept my soul up here to be, what? Punished or something?" Harry could feel the delayed dread slowly slipping into his conscious now. "What's happened on Earth? Do they know I'm gone?" he asked even though some part of him knew he would dread that answer too.

Tristan's pitying gaze told him everything and he leaned forward to cradle his head in his hands. "Why me?" he asked quietly.

"Well because—" he noticed Harry's sudden glare. "Oh…that was rhetorical. Okay, I got it. Boy I forgot how mortals worked…this is a refresher for me too I guess."

Tristan gave another carefree smile, which only made Harry's glare harsher.

"Why are you so—happy!?" the wizard snapped. The blonde blinked and merely gave a shrug.

"Well…I really don't know how to handle this type of situation seeing as you're my first assignment. Personally, I think everything will turn out fine. That little person taking care of your body right now seems really nice. Maybe it's your destiny to help him overcome the hardship he's about to face…everything does happen for a reason after all."

Harry's eye twitched, "Help who!? You're only making me more confused."

"Oh. I'm sorry…?"

"Whatever." Seeing as snapping at the unresponsive man drew no reaction Harry might as well get as much information he could from him. "So what are you exactly? And the Elders…what are they?"

Tristan made a face and maybe under any other circumstance Harry would have liked the man very much seeing as the very air around him seemed so calm and serene.

"The Elders are what run this world. They try to keep the balance between good and evil. They oversee all those fighting on the light side and try to keep everything as perfect as it could be. Of course they have their own restrictions and by no means are they all that powerful but they are a higher power. As for me, I guess you could compare me to something akin to an angel. So far I've guarded some secret scrolls and little jobs like that. You're my first charge…and it's gonna be kinda hard to watch over you now. Ya coulda made my job easier ya know by not moving to another world." He joked. "Oh well…I guess it could have been worse…" he mused.

Harry snorted. "Whatever. So when are they gonna decide what to do with me?"

Tristan looked up for a second, "Actually right now. I gotta go see what they decided. See ya in a bit Harry." With one last smile the slightly bubbly young blonde disappeared in a swirl of lights.

And so Harry Potter was left to brood.

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'A little while' turned into what felt like hours. Tristan had yet to come back and no one else had entered the room and for a while Harry tried to understand what had happened but could only come up with blanks and more confusement. Finally ready to accept the fact he was destined to die at the hands of an organization up in the clouds Harry was startled when Tristan appeared in another flash of light.

The man wore a huge smile on his face and Harry mentally groaned.

"They've decided to give you a chance!" he said happily.

"Hoorah." The wizard rolled his eyes. Not being deterred by this, Tristan quickly set to explain what would happen.

"Okay, forget everything I've told you!" Harry blinked and made a mental note to not to forget. "You are going to wake up in that new world. The Elders think the only reason you were able to get through all the spells and barrier is because you were meant to go there. You have a purpose there and you need to fulfill it. I'll be helping you as much as I can seeing as you're now my charge. When you get there you'll notice some changes, don't worry. They happened solely to help you survive in that world.

Wizards there, unlike where you're used to, are not as abundant there so try to keep your magic to a minimum, kay? If you're in danger then go ahead but yeah. If you happen to cross paths with another wizard then go ahead and tell them whatever you feel the need too. This is sorta a test. It depends on how you do that will affect what happens to you. Because you did break the rules and order—intentionally or not you still did it." Tristan ended in a happy note.

"So…for accidentally breaking some rule I've never heard of I have to pass some test to see if I die or live?" Harry asked dryly.

"Pretty much." Tristan grinned. "You'll have contact with me only. If you seriously need me though, just call my name and I'll be there, kay?"

"Right…"

"So you ready to go?" Tristan's suddenly chipper attitude only served to make the trepidation in Harry's stomach worsen.

"Do I have a choice?"

"No…" Tristan chuckled, "Probably not. See ya soon Harry Potter! And good luck!"

It came quick and fast and Harry had the distinct feeling of dropping before he felt something akin to ice water wash over him.

Groaning and reeling from all that information, green eyes opened wearily only to clash with piercing blue eyes

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