Harry Potter: Dungeons & Dragons
The world in which Harry, Dudley, Naruto and Peter now live is called 'Maboroshi. Think of it as a copy of Earth with a number of differences that will be mentioned later.
Harry Potter: Dungeons & Dragons
Chapter 07
Goal of 1,500 words: Completed.
Goal of 2,500 words: Completed. (if only barely)
Goal of 3,500 words: Nope
Final Goal of 5,000 words: Nope
Total word count: 2.715 more or less
Chapter start
Last time...
One: his spider sense had done nothing.
Two: Those things had very wicked looking claws.
Three: Was that poison dripping from their teeth?
BANG
BANG
BANG
Bodies fell to the ground...
Peter was still watching, stunned as the three pigs were slaughtered one after the other. His exhaustion caught up with him shortly after and he fainted.
His symbiont who had been watching was just as tired and knocked out as her Host. The unidentified saviour observed Peter for a few moments before shaking his head.
"It's not time yet for you to see my face little spider." The unidentified man thought. "Though you arrived way quicker then you should have. The question is now... What do I do with you? You weren't supposed to arrive for months!"
The unknown man stared at Peter for what seemed to be hours, apparently trying do deciding on what to do. Then just as suddenly the man made his decision. He took what stuff he could save from the former spacecraft -now a burned out husk- and then promptly disappeared from that location to the furthest point of the tower possible on the island. With Peter of course.
The man could have gone their on foot if he wanted too. Plants would have gone out of their way to make room for him, but he didn't want to damage Peter any more then he already was. Instead of hours, the man arrived at the furthest point of the tower mere seconds after he left. When Harry & Dudley would investigate the only thing they would find was a burned husk overgrown with plants and three rotting corpses.
They would leave quickly after not seeing the point in investigating a husk they didn't recognize as a spacecraft anyway.
Much Later...
"Argh.. Did anyone catch that truck?" Peter muttered. Peter tried to open his eyes but closed them immediately after. That was a mistake. Opening his eyes. Everything was way to bright. To make things worse his head was killing him. Like he had gone with a wrestling match with The Hulk or Logan aka the wolverine.
"Aaah! My head is killing me." Peter thought to himself. "What did I do to feel this way?" Peter asked himself.
'Oh? Your head is hurting eh? No kidding! That's what happens when you jump out of a crashing spacecraft and barely making use of your web-parachute to slow yourself down. Crashing into an dozens of trees is sure to make itself known. Even to you. Idiot.'
Peter blinked several times. "Did I hear a voice just now?" He asked himself.
'No Peter.' The voice drawled sarcastically. 'I'm your guardian angel here to kick your ass because I was forced to drag your butt back to the living. AGAIN. It isn't you time yet to die yet you keep forcing me to-"
"Okay little symbiont, enough with the teasing!" A Second voice interrupted. For a moment Peter thought the voice had come from within but after a moment he concluded that this wasn't so.
Peter's eyes snapped open a second time and regretted it immediately after. How could he have forgotten his reaction the first time? His memories had returned though and he had made the connection as to who the first voice had been.
A part of Peter knew that hearing voices wasn't a good thing period. After the things he had gone through it was a miracle he hadn't gone nuts completely.
"The first voice had to have been that symbiote that I couldn't leave behind. Really, why the hell am I such a boy scout sometimes?" Peter whined to himself.
'So you admit you are a boy scout then?' The symbiote asked him. 'That's a change to my predecessor!'
Peter's patience was at an end though.
"You will keep out of my private thoughts. We WILL talk later and don't think for a minute that you will take over without a fight!" Peter thought with as much anger as he could manage.
That did make Peter wonder though. How did that second voice know that IT was talking in the first place, let alone what it had been saying?
'I'm not an IT dammit.' The symbiont snapped. 'Call me Root. And I'm a GIRL. Remember that. Idiot.'
Peter ignored the voice the best he could. He would deal with it later.
Peter cautiously tried to open his eyes again and to his relief it went much better this time. It took a few moments for everything to come into focus but then it was like nothing had ever changed.
"Who the hell are you?" Peter demanded. The man that had saved him apparently was dressed so any features were impossible to see. The hood covered his face and the robes covered any other clue's who this might be.
"Is that a way to thank the man that just saved you from being eaten alive piece by piece?"
Peter shuddered at the thought. "Please answer the question sir." Maybe being polite would do the trick?
Peter guessed that the man must have smiled because he nodded. "Very well then. Those that don't know who I am, refer to me as... 'The Gray Fox." the man explained. "That identity is usually connected to thieves and being stealthy. Another identity of mine is 'The Illusive Man' or just Tim for short. This alter ego usually runs an organization from behind the scenes... And finally there is the Shadow Broker. This guy sells and buys information... All of them are me and I am all of them. Pick your choice."
Peter growled. This man was mocking him and there was nothing he could do about it! The only thing he could do was ignore it and hope he could get some different answers!
"Fine then. Never mind about who you are. How did you know I was there? Did you see me crashing? Is the U.N going to pick us up any time soon? More importantly why and how did you kill those... Pig creatures without a tool that I could see?" Of course it wouldn't be too surprising if he did use a tool or a weapon but simply hadn't noticed it. He had been too busy passing out to pay attention to the details.
The man smirked. "Tut tut tut" He said with a taunting smile. "You have to pick a name first. That's how it goes."
Peter growled. His temper was nearly getting the better of him and he was sure that the man was unprepared for his special spider strength & speed.
"And don't think that your... Alter ego will be of any use here and now. I've granted you a favour, something you have wanted for years..." That was ignoring the fact that Peter had accepted his powers as a part of himself for the last few years and that he had only been whining about it on particular bad days. Not only that but the time that he had seriously been wanting to get rid of it was when he had just got his powers and the chaos that had followed shortly after.
The man continued uninterrupted. "You always did want a cure did you not?" The man taunted him.
"Because of who and what I am it is well within my power to take your powers away from you and leave your human abilities and the symbiont alone. Until you prove to me that you really want it of course. You are now completely human... Or at least as much human you can be with a symbiote bonded with you."
Peter's anger grew even larger. This... Man dared to taunt him? After all the pain, trouble, battles, dimension travelling SHIT he had gone through he now dared to take his power away from him?
All the sacrifices he had made... All the sacrifices his friends and allies had made... His uncle Ben dying because of his own actions would all be for NOTHING if he let this be.
Peter's control over his anger snapped like a twig.
"Don't." Peter growled. "Don't you DARE taunt me like that." Peter was unconsciously tapping into the symbiont's ability to modify his voice to appear more frightening.
The man rolled his eyes completely unimpressed. "Why don't you just get it over with? Give me a name and we can get this over with."
"FINE!" Peter snarled. Peter gave the matter some serious thought and came up with the answer. Loki. A Norse god that always caused trouble and that was supposedly a shape shifter.
'Loki it was then.'
"Loki." Peter snarled. "Are you happy now? Now answer the damned questions before I lose my temper!"
Loki looked at Peter and snorted. "You are just a human now Peter dear. A strong human I'll give you that but at this point you wouldn't even be a match against an experienced martial artist!"
"Have no fear, I shall enlighten you with all the answers you shall ever want. Or at least some of them. You wanted to know why I killed those pigs? Because they would have eaten you alive piece by piece while using their naturally given powers to keep you alive as long as possible. Besides, do you need a reason to crush ants? Neither do I and that's what those pigs are to me. You wanted to know how I killed those pigs? I killed them with what you know as a mutant power but I know it as magic. It is very helpful and can do a shipload of stuff." Loki explained calmly.
"As to who I am? Some call me a God though I'm not. But for all I know I might be one and not even know it. As far as I know though I'm just a really, really powerful magic user. Easily Omega class. Now, allow me to enlighten you to a number of important facts. Facts you should pay very much attention to if you wish to live." Loki said seriously.
"You can consider me your enemy after I leave here. Until you prove to me you are willing to do what it takes. Until then, you shall have to earn the right to regain your spider sense, your superhuman speed and strength and of course your ability to stick to walls. Your symbiont won't be able to help you because it can only enhance what is already there. And right now you are only a regular human."
Loki paused for a moment to let that sink in.
"While I'm your enemy, I won't stay that way. Once you earned the right to get your powers back, you shall be back in my good graces. You have grown arrogant with your powers and you need to get some of your humanity back. You can't really class me as a villain because I'm not a villain. But I'm not a hero either. I suppose you could call me both if the circumstances required me to be either a hero or a villain. So I supposed If you have to call me something then I'm grey." Loki explained calmly.
"What the hell does that even mean?" Peter demanded. "That doesn't make any sense."
Loki sighed. "I suppose I can't blame him. He crashed here and wasn't able to do a number of scans. So he's completely ignorant. That's a blessing and a curse at the same time though. Question is... How much do I tell him without overwhelming him?"
"You aren't in 'your' world Peter." Loki said simply.
'W-what?' Peter responded. "That has to be a lie!' Peter accused. "I used the same portal to come here as I used to travel to that alternate earth!"
"That might be true, but to be bluntly honest it was only because of luck that you went to that alternate version of Earth. Don't be mistaken though. This is a copy of earth. It is mostly the same. Cultures and countries speak the same language... Except for a small number of things. Magic exists and common around here. The use of technology is minimal below the mist and even above the mist they are still very primitive. Below the mist, technology has a high risk to explode in your face. Which is why the few civilizations above the mist have technology superiority. But that is not important at the moment." Loki dismissed.
"I will help you or fight you at a whim. The only time I will become your true ally is when you unlock your spider man powers again and when you realize the price that you have to pay to get it back."
A pause.
"Which brings me to why I saved you. I saved you because of one reason and one reason only. Who you are. The more ignorant people of this world call me a god. They worship me for my favour and occasionally I grant them a couple of favours. I keep an eye on them trough my... Servants so to speak but generally ignore them for the most part." Loki continued.
"I suppose that I could be a God but I wouldn't even know it. I have enough power to shake this world apart, to twist this world's rules until they obey my own. I could get rid of the Mist and allow the other nations an equal try at technology... I could do all of that and there is nobody that could stop me." Loki continued.
"Me being a God or not is irrelevant. I just consider myself a very powerful and a very knowledgeable magic user. To put it in terms you can understand, I could probably crush an omega class mutant like a fly."
Peter's mind was reeling with the revelations. The sort of power this guy was talking about was enormous!
"The fact is dear Peter... You weren't supposed to arrive for weeks! Months even!" Loki exclaimed.
"The future is like a leaf in a thunderstorm. It can be blown into every direction at any time and there is nothing that the leaf can do to stop it. The other leaves that flow around in the wind, represent other worlds. Different results of major consequences. It doesn't matter if the typical John Doe takes a crap on Tuesday instead of Monday because that doesn't influence anything. The other leaves represent results of important events. You, dear Peter are such an event. And so are two other human children on this same island!"
Peter was beginning to get overwhelmed with what he was being told.
Loki realized this too so he got to the point.
"I put you on the furthest side of the island, and covered you from the intelligent tower in the middle of the island until you reach it. If you get there alive then you should be ten times the man you are now. I gathered all the supplies from the crashed spacecraft and put them in this bag. I suggest you are careful with it, because once it has run out..."
Peter's eyes widened when he realized he was about to vanish. "W-wait!" But it was too late. Loki was already gone.
"Dammit!" Peter cursed.
Peter opened the bag and examined its contents. "How the hell can this bag fit all of this crap?" Peter thought to himself.
The bag had provisions for what appeared to be months. Peter could still barely belief what he had heard and seen. Magic went against everything he knew about the world! And yet...
Peter sighed and decided he had no other option but to prepare a camp and see how he could get to the tower.
Wait. If he was on the edge of an island why couldn't he hear the sea? Peter walked to what appeared to be an edge and looked over it.
'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
