Mystic Detective Harry Ragnarok

(Former title: Mystic Divide)

By: Strider Mew

Began: 8-1-2009

Finished:

Disclaimer: HP belongs to JKR. The mythological characters depicted also belong to their respective cultures, religions, and "anime" - all changed and rearranged by me.

Summary: A higher being fell from grace. As punishment for his misdeeds, they banished him to our world. Too bad Harry Potter can't remember why he's in the middle of it. No slash, completely AU crossover with AU Norse mythology and anime.

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Long ago…

Persecuted for simply being different, pain and ridicule was all he felt from them. The one thing he would never forget; was the day they took him from his mother and his siblings and threw him into the ocean to drown.

That was their mistake.

He survived.

As time passed, he grew accustomed to his new "home". He grew both in power and in body. Because of that, his father was able to find him due to his immense size, and with his help, he was able to escape from his domain.

Upon looking back, he suddenly realized that he had grown to love his so-called prison. The "island" he discovered and had come to protect over the years just by being there to encircle it when he grew was now teeming with life. As they drew further away, he called out to his father.

"Father…" He said. "Know that I will always be with you, but the people below us have grown on me. Without me, they will not survive. This place may have been my prison, but it has grown to be my home and bailiwick. You've freed me from the shackles that bound me here, but I wish to stay."

His father looked at him with pride. "What about the ones who sent you here?" He asked. "The ones who thought you wouldn't survive?"

"There will come a time when they shall face the error of their ways." His son replied. "These people have no one to look out for them. It is now my responsibility and my duty to watch over them."

"Very well my son." His father said as he let go of his son's hand. "Take care of them, watch over them as you wish."

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Present day…

Harry was tending to his Aunt's garden again the next day when a classic Rolls Royce drove up the driveway. Curious, he stopped what he was doing and watched as a tall, lanky man in a chauffer's uniform stepped out and walked towards him.

"Excuse me, young sir." The man began in a cultured, upper British accent. "Might I trouble you for a moment to inquire if your relatives are home?"

Harry tried not to flinch, but he nodded with a slight twinge. He stood up and took off his oversized gardening gloves, and then showed the man inside.

Before Vernon Dursley could ask why the stranger was in his house, the man in question unzipped his uniform jacket and brought out a short, but thick folder. Without a word, the chauffer threw the folder unto the dinning table for the adult Dursleys to peruse.

Harry could have sworn that the blood left their faces so fast as his Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia's pallor had gone bone-chilling white.

While his relatives were distracted, the chauffer retrieved another folder from his jacket and opened it. Once opened, he placed it on top of the first folder that held the two adults' attention.

"Sign it." The man said to them.

Confused, Harry wondered what was going on. He'd never seen the Dursley so afraid and so shocked before. The boy watched the stranger from behind as he kept staring at his aunt and uncle. He noticed that the stranger tilted his head one side as if studying them under a microscope. He jumped when the stranger let out a growl and stalked up to the cupboard.

His cupboard.

The man almost yanked the door off his cupboard in fury, and it seemed the stranger's anger grew even more when he saw what lay inside. The man shook his head clear and took out some sort of miniature camera. With it, he took a roll's worth of pictures of the insides of young Harry's room before closing it shut with a muttered oath.

Frozen in fear himself, Harry watched as the man seemingly "slithered" back to the still pale adult Dursleys and snarled.

"Sign it." The man repeated his earlier order. "Delay and I shall raze this place into the ground with you along with it."

As the Petunia and Vernon hurried to obey, they felt a prick on their fingers as a droplet of blood from each of them fell onto the document. A brief flash of light filled the room as it froze them in place. Even the sleeping Dudley upstairs froze as the magic within the contract took over the house as it began to erase the memories they had of young Harry. The spell cast from the contract, however, would return their memories when Harry will turn eleven. On that day, they would remember, and they would fall.

Outside, the house shimmered as the blood wards a certain magical headmaster put up flashed without him knowing. No longer was it watching the young man's magic and life signs, but the Dursleys themselves.

No one would know the wiser until Harry would turn eleven.

"Come with me young sir." The man said to Harry. "It is time to leave this place."

"Where would I go?" Harry asked.

"Home, young master." The man said. "Your home."

"Who are you?" Harry asked as he wondered why he seemed to trust the strange man. "Would you be any different from my relatives?"

"Never!" The man replied with a snarl that caused the young boy to jump back in fright. "Never would I be like these wretched filth that have no right to be related to you."

"As for my name." The man continued after he calmed himself down when he saw Harry's expression as the child took a few steps backwards in fright. "My name is Jorge Munroe Gand. I am your retainer as it were."

"I don't understand." Harry said as he tried to calm the furious beating of his heart when he saw how scary the man was when he was angry.

"In time, you will understand everything, young master." Jorge said. "If you have anything of value in this place, take it and we could leave before your former relatives regain their senses. Once the spell that blocks their memory starts to work, they'll unfreeze and wonder what we're doing here."

Harry looked at the door to his room cupboard for a long moment before he shook his head slowly.

"I don't have anything." He said. "Not even nice memories."

Jorge M. Gand nodded and turned to wave a hand towards Harry's former room and sealed it. Harry's eyes widened and his jaw dropped slightly as the door of his former room disappeared and a solid wall took its place.

"What are you?" Harry breathed with a look of wonder on his face as he stared at the wall that looked like it had always been there.

"I am someone like you, Master Harry." Jorge replied as he gently led Harry outside and towards the waiting car. "Someone who will never betray you. Someone who will never abuse you. Someone who will always be there for you."

"Like a family?" Harry asked; his voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes." He replied as he gently squeezed Harry's shoulder in affirmation. "Exactly like a true family should be."

Harry felt as if a piece of him that was missing in his young life had suddenly made itself known. "Thank you." Harry smiled his first true smile for the first time as he looked up to the man that had somehow saved him from a life of being unwanted.

"You did the same thing for me." Jorge replied and winced at the confused look Harry sent him.

"I mean…" He hurriedly amended with a blush as he opened the rear passenger door of the Rolls and ushered Harry inside. "You would have done the same thing for me, is what I mean."

Once Jorge buckled the boy securely in the backseat, he closed the door and hurried to the driver's side to get them as far away from Surrey and Harry's old life.

Back inside the Dursley household, the still-frozen forms unfroze and they resumed their life. The spell didn't stop there, though, it affected all of Surrey as those who knew a bit about young Harry through the Dursley's lies of being a juvenile delinquent also forgot him as well.

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"Move your arses! Hurry!" A voice bellowed throughout the mansion as servants and house elves ran around in a breakneck pace to make it look presentable for their coming master. "I don't care if you have to use magic or mundane ways to do it, but I'll have your hides if the master gets here before you all finish!"

"Fenn!" The woman beside the man that kept shouting orders growled as she covered her ears and moved away from her yelling brother. "Would you please relax? They're already doing the best they can, leave them to the work they can do so well."

"Like you're the one to talk, Seo." Fenn replied with wolfish grin as he looked at his sister. "You've been chomping on your nails again. You're just as nervous and just as excited for him to finally be here."

"Oh shut it." Seo glared at him, then stilled. "He's getting closer, Jorge just sent me a telepathic message that they've just driven through the front gates. Quick, how do I look?"

"You look fine sis." Her brother replied after a glance.

Fenn turned back towards the chaos in front of them. "All right people, he's here, look alive now."

Like a trained military unit, the house elves disappeared with a pop and all the servants that passed for human lined up by the entrance while the others that didn't also vanished for later introductions with the master of the house.

Outside, the classic Rolls Royce stopped in front of the mansion.

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To be continued

A/N:

I tweaked and redid the entire HP and MDLR anime to be more in fitting with the HP world. Some characters have been renamed and some may stay the same.