A/N: I am pleased with the over all success of the Magneto!Naruto chapter of the Archive Rejects, as well as the over all popularity of Ultimate Hokage: Master of Magnetism. However, it's time for a return to Potterland with this snippet. This is the unfinished first chapter of Harry Potter and The Sin War.
This was to be a Mass X-over fic, mainly Harry Potter and Diablo, with mixes of Final Fantasy and Naruto in it. I haven't really been able to get anywhere with this as of yet, but who knows, maybe I'll pick it up at a later date, or even let someone else do with it as they will. Anyways... Enjoy!
And now, for the rest of the story...
Harry Potter and The Sin War
By: MandalorianJedi
Summary: Post-OotP. In the days after Sirius' Death, Harry dreams of a lone figure in a familiar chamber calling out to him. What could these Visions mean? Are they just another ploy designed by Voldemort. These dreams leave Harry disturbed, and worrying over their hidden meaning and consequences that far outweigh his grief over Sirius.
Pairings: Undecided.
Chapter One: Visions of a Chamber... A Warning?
Unknown Chamber
Everything moves at a blindingly fast pace.
Colors and sounds are everywhere all at once.
Nothing is coherent.
A hooded figure turns his head towards me. He looks as if he's judging me, judging my worth...
Another flash, and the figure in the filthy and grimy robe is much closer now. I can't see what lies beyond the shadows of his hood.
"Potter..." I hear it say to me. It's voice was but a whisper... "Sin... Secrets..." It's voice was broken, the vision still unclear in it's meaning.
A flash and suddenly I'm spinning... Colors blend and merge all around me, when everything comes to a stop. The figure in the dirty shroud rushes at me, Wings extended from it's back and glowing with otherworldly power, sword gripped tightly in both of its hands and blazing with an unearthly flame.
Snakes... Everywhere... All over the chamber floor. Each hissing at the same time, each saying something different... A warning? A feeling of dread and despair wash over me. What could be so horrible that snakes would try to warn me away from it.
I think back to the figure from before. The hooded figure trying to relay me a message.
Another vision flashes before my eyes. A man this time, with short black hair and azure eyes wearing a long black cloak. He seems to be fleeing from something. He spun around as a shadow came at him at an impossible speed. He thrust his hands towards the shadow, hissing as he did so, and two snakes shot out of each sleeve towards his attacker.
Everything went completely dark. I found myself in a strange room. Flames spouting from various places in the cracked, stone floor. From behind me I felt a powerful, yet frightening presence. Turning slightly I barely saw a massive figure standing behind me before a large clawed hand came crashing into me...
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft of Wizardry
Headmaster Dumbledore was just arriving in his office, contemplating many things. First, was Harry Potter. He knew many of his mistakes stemmed from the boy, and he had no one to blame but himself. Second was Voldemort, the Dark Lord, the one who could potentially destroy everything he had worked so hard for. Without either himself or Harry around to keep him in check, he would surely succeed. Third, was the pulse of Dark Magic he had felt not long ago. Things were moving faster than he wanted them to and he now knew he had no choice but to take Harry on as his personal apprentice if he was to be ready to fight the coming darkness. He barely sat down in his chair when he felt a presence behind him.
"Hello, Odin," said Albus. "It's been what, 50 years?"
"You know why I'm here," said Odin, a large man with a trimmed white beard, glowing white eyes, and a hooded black cloak and robe that seemed to absorb all the light around it, with twinkling stars on it.
"At long last, the council has finally seen what I have been warning them about for years," said Albus.
"If that was all, you'd be more smug," replied Odin.
"Alas, even if it was only Tom Riddle that we were dealing with, I would take no pleasure in being right," said Albus solemnly, "In fact, I'd have preferred it if I were wrong."
"Drop the saint act Quezacotl," Odin reprimanded him, "Just as you, we do not regret our decisions. For better or for worse we are now dealing with something we haven't seen in a millennia, since we inducted Salazar into our ranks."
"I have not gone by that name in many years," said Dumbledore, "That name is no longer my own. I no longer hold the title or power I once had when I went by that name."
"You may have been stripped of your powers and title, but you are still Quezacotl," said Odin.
Albus chuckled before becoming serious again, "So, why have you come?"
"Harry Potter."
Dumbledore's countenance darkened considerably, "He already has enough to deal with, he doesn't need to be involved in a dark war that has been raging since long before the existence of man."
"We no longer have any say in the matter. Voldemort and, by extension, Hell have involved the boy and due to circumstances that YOU allowed, we believe he may be the one to succeed where Salazar failed," Odin scolded Dumbledore, "So the council has decreed that he will come to Asgard to train."
"No," said Dumbledore, "I will not allow it. I will oversee his training and do what is necessary to help him prepare for the worst when the time comes."
"That is no longer an option," said Odin, "It was your actions in the mortal's "World War" that got you cast out of Asgard and Olympus and your lack of action that allowed Voldemort to become what he has. Already he nearly has enough power to match that of Duriel, the weakest of the Lesser Evils."
"Do not force my hand Odin," warned Dumbledore as raw magical power swirled around him as he slowly stood, his finger tips were crackling with lightning. "I may have been stripped of my powers, but I assure you I am more than capable of doing battle with even the most powerful of our kind."
"Do not delude yourself," said Odin, "If we wanted to take him by force, you could not stop us. While Ramuh may not be as powerful or as skilled as you once were, he is currently more than a match for you Quezacotl in your current form, despite having learned other forms of magic as an alternate means to become powerful."
"Regardless, I will fight you should you decide to take him," said Dumbledore sternly.
"That boy has the potential to surpass us all, Quezacotl," said Odin glaring at Dumbledore piercingly, "Voldemort, likewise, may be able to surpass even Baal, Mephisto, and Diablo, and that is not something we can allow, especially with Tyrael gone, there are none others left capable of standing up to the Brothers."
"I will not allow you to use Harry as a simple tool," said Dumbledore, "I do not deny I have made many mistakes, but I seek to rectify them, not add onto them. I do not wish Salazar's fate to become Harry's as well."
"Very well, Albus," Odin said the name as a curse, "But mark my words, he will remain in your care- for now. However, should things here on the Mortal Plane spin too far out of your control, we will step in and take control. I suggest, you start calling in favors from the old clans as well. Your simple Order is barely equipped to take on Voldemort as it is, they would be grossly ill equipped to take on the seven."
With a booming flash, Odin was gone, leaving Albus much to consider, such as getting the old clans to together. After all, after Salazar's fall, the Horadrim had disbanded permanently after seeing their greatest heroes and champions changed and darkened irreversibly and eventually forsaken by the Seraphic Armies of the High Heavens. They would not listen to him because of what he once was, nor would they listen to he because of what he had become. Had things really come down to this?
#4 Privet Dr
Harry Potter awoke in a cold sweat. The dream or vision or whatever it had been had been so real, but what could it mean?
Questions plagued his mind and the more he racked his brain the less clear things had become. Who was the figure in the dreams? What was he? No normal person had glowing wings... Perhaps... An Angel? The figure and the snakes had both tried to warn him... But of what? A storm was brewing, and Harry knew he had to stop it, yet he had no knowledge on how to do this.