Harry Potter and Tsukihime crossover :: Miracle blue


Harry stood, tense, waiting for Riddle to raise his wand, ready to dodge whatever curse the reanimated memory would throw at him. But Riddle's twisted smile was widening again, and this was unnerving the young Potter greatly.

"Now, Harry, I'm going to teach you a little lesson. Let's match the powers of Lord Voldemort, Heir of Salazar Slytherin, against famous Harry Potter" He cast an amused eye over the twelve years old boy that had marked the downfall of Lord Voldemort a little over a decade ago. Harry, his numb legs, watched Riddle stop between the high pillars and look up into the stone face of Slytherin high above him in the half-darkness. Riddle opened his mouth wide and hissed – but Harry understood what he was saying:

"Speak to me, Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts Four. " Harry wheeled around to look up at the statue, Salazar's gigantic stone face was moving. Horror struck, Harry saw his mouth opening, wider and wider, to make a huge black hole. And something was stirring inside the statue's mouth. Something was slithering up from its depths.

The basilisk was coming – the green-eyed wizard didn't even need to hear its hissing to know this – and without his wand, which was still in possession of the not-really-ghost of Riddle, he stood absolutely no chances against such foes. Even surviving in this mess would take a miracle. Victory... could it even be achieved?

Closing his eyes, Harry started praying for something – anything – to help him out... And suddenly he felt a spark of burning cold inside of his chest. For a moment he thought that this was nothing more than his nerves, but the feeling seemed to only grow stronger, and even with his eyes closed Harry could see an eerie blue glow that was surrounding him. Apparently, the Magic itself decided to step in and save him, and performed a miracle. If only Harry could know what this miracle was...


Tom Riddle watched with mild curiosity as the-Brat-Who-Lived was being surrounded by ghostly blue glow. Was it that protection that the mudblood whore had put on the boy that the old fool Dumbledore like to talk about so much? No, even from a distance Riddle could feel that whatever magic was creating that glow wasn't defensive in its nature. What was it then? Despite having a great knowledge of magics from all around the Europe, Tom could not recognize what he was seeing.

Even the mighty basilisk could recognize that some incredibly-powerful magic was taking place here, so she didn't eve think about attacking the glowing boy. Instead, the great beast Slytherin merely observed what was going from behind the statues of her first master.

Suddenly the glow intensified into a blinding flash, and the horcrux-recreated teen was forced to shift his gaze towards his feet. Doing that allowed him to see a strange and glowing rune-array-like pattern of indescribable complexity spreading across the floor. Now this most definitely wasn't any magic Tom was familiar with. And he was curious, very curious, about it, even if he would never admit it to anyone. Almost as suddenly the glow ceased being blinding and returned to being nothing more than a ghostly-blue aura surrounding the Potter brat. Only, there was no brat anymore.

In his place there stood a man who looked to be in his late forties. He was wearing a stylish muggle black sweater with a emerald-green cape with silver epaulettes carelessly thrown over his shoulders; a bit lighter trousers with a thick black leather belt – the said belt have a number of poaches attached to it. The stranger's hands were hidden under the finest dragon-hide yet fingerless gloves and in his left hand the man was holding... an object that Riddle couldn't describe with one word.

It had a handle much like a dagger would, even the hand-guard was there. From the said handle, two metal spikes emerged, each around fourteen inches long and with a rather-shard edge facing outwards. Between these metal 'spikes' there was a long but narrow light-purplish crystal, that seemed to glow with magic...

The man had disheveled hair, which was mostly black, but with blood-red and gray streaks here and there. The man had green eyes that were simply radiating with an overflowing magical power. The stranger's face had several small scars here and there, one of which... right above his right eyebrow... was shaped like a lightning bolt...

No, that can't be right! Potter brat couldn't live when he, the greatest Dark Lord in history, couldn't! What kind of blasphemy was this?!

"Ah, hello there, Tom. Fancy meeting you here." The not-Potter greeted, apparently absolutely perturbed by the fact that he was in the infamous Chamber of Secrets, facing an almost-reincarnated dark lord Voldemort and the deadly familiar of Slytherin himself. Then the not-Potter turned his attention to basilisk that was still curled behind the Salazar's statue, without any worries of what may happen to him, should he meet the beast's gaze with his own eyes. "Stay out of this, Shasa." The not-Potter hissed in parseltongue. And, surprising Riddle greatly, the basilisk nodded, before curling tighter on the floor, it's head down and it's eyes closed.

"Who the hell are you?" Tom inquired. Even though he was getting quite powerful with what he had sucked out of that blood-traitor girl, the man in front of him definitely had more power than he himself ever had. Even Dumbledore in his prime didn't project such an aura of raw magical power. Facing someone like that, especially when the said man appeared to be a parselmouth capable of controlling his basilisk... Riddle was beginning to doubt his chances: whereas that Potter brat was an annoyance at best, this adult ...Potter was a very real danger.

"Don't tell me you don't recognize me, Tom." The not-Potter said in a tone that indicated that very well knew that he was recognized. "But I digress here, I remember you wanted to have a go at me... Why don't you? I don't have a whole day, do I?"

"Grrr..." Riddle let out a sound that was somewhere in-between an angry roar and an equally angry hiss, before throwing a killing curse at his opponent. Much to his surprise, the curse passed harmlessly right through the not-Potter, before splashing against the far wall of the Chamber, causing the millennium-old stones to crack from the deadly power of the spell. "What kind of a trickery is that?" Tom demanded, but he, of course, received no answer.

Potter, though, didn't stand still; instead he started walking towards where Riddle and Ginny were. And any and all spells that the young Voldemort was throwing at him passed through him harmlessly like the killing curse did not a minute ago... By the time the not-Potter cover half of the distance that had been separating them, Tom grew very very scared. He actually tried to back away from the monster in human skin that was advancing towards him, but a quick body-bind spell ensured that he stayed where he was.

Much to his surprise, though, the man merely place one of his hands on him, while touching that blood-traitor girl with the other. Then, there was a flash of cold blue light, and Riddle felt almost all of the life force he had sucked out of the Weaslette disappear, apparently returning to the said girl.

"Now that we have some time, I believe we can talk a little bit." The not-Potter said. "Even if I have little desire to talk to someone who was a right bastard in any of his incarnations." Then he actually released Tom from the body-bind.

"W-Who... What are you?" The not-yet-reincarnated Dark Lord asked rather fearfully while he backed away from the strange wizard, causing the not-Potter to let out a laugh.

"Oh my, don't tell me, Tom, that you still don't recognize me." The man said, pointing to the lightning-bolt shaped scar on his forehead. He almost laughed again, upon seeing Riddle's reaction.

"Potter?! But he's just a little brat! How can you be him?!" Tom asked back heatedly. The not-Potter tilted his head to the side and waited for several seconds, before finally giving his answer.

"It's miracle, isn't it?" The somehow-aged 'Harry' said. "I myself don't understand this power fully, even after spending thirty years researching it. And I'm still yet to find anyone who can perform similar miracles..." Then, much quieter, the man added: "Pity, it'd be interesting to have someone else who understands what such miracle is to help me..."

"And what you did to me, Potter? Don't tell me a stupid lie that it is also some stupid miracle!" Tom raged, which only caused 'Harry' to chuckle.

"Actually, it was the very same miracle that brought me here. You see, I seem to be able to rearrange the time of myself or things I touch however I want. I merely pushed your current state and that of your near-future ten minutes into the past, while bringing those minutes of your weakness in the past became your current state. Quite a miracle?" Angry he may be, Riddle had to agree that this an incredible power. A power that would let him conquer the entire world... Only he wasn't sure how he could get his hands on it... "Now then." The Potter continued. "I answered three of your questions Tom, now it's your turn: I want to know a few things about this horcrux of your... Don't worry, you don't need to speak to me, I can get all of the answers I need myself. Accio diary!"

Catching the horcrux with his right hand, Potter did something to his ...wand, making its dagger-blade-like length start glowing with ghostly-purple light. Then he pushed this glowing blade into the diary, somehow leaving the leather cover of the book completely unharmed. Then he started pulling the blade out, only now it had black, dark-blue and blood-red strings that were horcrux's magical arrays stuck to it... At the very moment the soul-container was separated from its physical shell, Riddle suddenly became frozen in place...

Dropping the now-enchantment-free diary onto the Chamber's floor, Harry picked the essence of the horcrux into his right hand and studied it. Of course, his attention was first drawn to the thick blood-red string that connected the horcrux with Ginny Weasley.

"This will have to go." He muttered under his breath, before cutting this string apart with his dagger-like wand... He continued studying the tangles of magic that formed the horcrux for the next fifteen minutes, moving or cutting various strings of magic from time to time, watching what effects his manipulations would have on the half-reincarnated Dark Lord... In the end, the older-Potter got bored of his 'toy'.

"Well, thank you for the lesson, Tom." Pressing the tip of dagger-wand to the very center of the horcrux, he cast a spell that completely destroyed it, inside out. And as soon as the soul container ceased to exist, Riddle himself broke apart into a ghostly ashes that quickly disappeared, leaving not even a trace of the almost-resurrected Dark Lord... "Now then, where was I?" The older-Potter asked himself. "Ah, yes, I was about to have some fun with my wife and her hot best friends. Shasa be dear and return to your nest?" He asked the basilisk, which complied and slithered back into the mouth of Salazar's face. Nodding to himself, forty-something-years-old Harry waved his wand before disappearing in another bright flash of blue light...

When this light died down, the twelve-years-old Harry was back. He looked around dumbly, trying to understand what had just happened here and where Tom Riddle or the basilisk were. Not getting any answers, he decided that the danger was at least temporarily dealt with, and he should check up on Ginny. So, he rushed to the young redhead's side...