Harry Potter: Djinn Awakened
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling. The Wishmaster belongs to the Writers/Producers that made it. Every other element has come from my mind and some hard research on the Djinn.
Post fifth year, Slash, Creature Harry, Detailed theories of magic, Powerful Harry.
Prologue
~~September 30th, 1981~~
Heart racing, Lily Potter ran down the deserted corridors of the Department of Mysteries.
Wherever you run child, know I can find you,' a voice called in her mind.
Stopping short in the Veil Room, she took a moment to catch her breath and call out to her tormentor. "Show yourself then if you know where I am," she called defiantly into the darkness.
"You want my wishes? Come forth and grant them!"
Waiting for his appearance, Lily reflected on what she had released. And how she planned to end the horror bound to her.
~~2 months earlier~~
She had just finished putting Harry to bed after a lovely little get-together for his first birthday. The thought of that awful prophecy looming over her son, casting doubt about his future, sat heavy in her mind.
"There has to be more that I can do to save him" she thought.
Lily was such a bright witch, one of the brightest to pass through Hogwarts in a while, and it was why she was recruited as an Unspeakable almost right out of school.
The avenues of research open to her were many, and she had assisted on various projects while working in the Department.
After that prophecy cursed her son, she had spoken to some of her contacts in Sudan and they had given her information on the holy rituals that summoned the Divine Ones.
They had warned her it would not be easy, but one month later, she had successfully invoked the divine presence of an Angelic being.
Little good that it did her….
"We cannot interfere with the affairs of mortals, let alone one with an active prophecy".
…Blinking back tears, she rubbed them from her eyes and took a deep, steadying breath and let it out slowly.
"Knut for your thoughts?" Lily smiled at the sound of her husband's voice.
"I don't know what to do James, even the best Old Magic I can cast can't help Harry," she turned and her husband a grim smile.
James went to her and softly kissed her forehead, holding her gently by the arms.
"Voldemort can do his worst, you'll think of a way around it, Angels be damned if you don't."
Her smile softened, and she gave him a hug, burying her nose in his chest and breathing in his scent.
"I can make you a cuppa?" James asked.
Lily laughed softly as to not wake Harry.
"That sounds good," she replied.
"Lavender with a spoon of honey?" James probed, despite already knowing the answer.
"That's perfect," Lily beamed at James, relishing in the fact she can rely on him to soothe her fears, even for a short time.
"I just wish I could do more," James told her as he left to steep the petals in the hot water.
"I wish indeed," Lily muttered under her breath. A dangerous, but daring, idea forming in her mind. Looking at her sleeping son, she gave voice to her idea to steel her resolve.
"If an angel can't grand my wish, there are other beings willing to do so."
Naturally, finding any rituals to summon a creature so abhorrent by wizard-kind would not be an easy task, and there wasn't anyone she could trust to help in the task.
However, using an alias, Rose Emberson, which she had created upon joining the Unspeakables, she put out feelers for any research or materials that could help her.
One month later she received several historical records and books containing the sparse knowledge about the subjects of her quest. One small package contained a notebook and a small trinket box, there was a note attached saying just two words, 'good luck', and was signed with the initials 'P.L.'
Opening the box revealed the very thing she was after, a blood-red fire opal. This was not just any gemstone though; this was specifically a Stone of the Secret Fire.
~~September 30th, 1981~~
Such a simple plan.
Her newfound knowledge revealed that the Veil within the Department was a Gateway to the Void Between Worlds, and she had planned on using it the banish the creature back there, but the death and destruction it wrought upon people proved greater than she had anticipated, and the pain it could inflict on its Waker was worse than a Crucio.
Still, she had to persevere and see this through.
Walking down the steps to the dais where the Veil sat, Lily turn as she heard her tormentor approach.
Standing before her, tentacle-like horns sprouting from its head, with yellow-green skin and eyes brimming with an ancient malevolence, was the Djinn, a being that would stop at nothing to release its kind upon the world and enslave humanity.
"So, child, you draw me here with the intention of deceiving me?" the Djinn huffed in amused irritation. "I am older than time itself. A mere mortal cannot hope to win against me, even one in possession of the earthen magic."
"I'm smarter than you think, and I will never bow to one such as you," Lily's voice held steady despite the terror she felt. "I know the laws you are bound to. I have my wishes."
"Then wish. Carefully," he growled, baring the fire opal in his hand. The Djinns eyes bore into Lily, daring her to slip up on her wishes so it could open the doorway.
She closed her eyes and went over her plan.
She had originally planned to use two wishes to secure Harry's future and banish the Djinn, but now she'd have to be careful with all three wishes in order to undo the damage the Djinn had inflicted.
"For my first wish, I want you to reverse all the death and destruction you have caused since you were released. Now."
The Djinn narrowed its eyes as it begrudgingly accepted the wish.
"Clever child, very clever. But you are only delaying the inevitable. I will gather more souls to power the doorway. You have only bought a bit of time".
'More than I need,' Lily thought.
She watched as the Gem glowed a blood-red, and the souls were released. In her mind's eye, she could see and feel everything being undone.
She heaved a sigh and closed her eyes again.
The second wish was the most important.
"For my second wish, I must first give you some context pertaining to it."
He leered at her intently and replied, "Very well, I will humour your request." The mocking in his tone was more than evident.
She took a steadying breath. "My son, Harry. He means everything to me in this world. But he is part of a prophecy that makes him a target of a Dark Lord, Voldemort. It could be another child, but Voldemort has been fixated on us more. Harry is a half-blood like Voldemort and for this reason, I believe he has been marked."
The Djinn contemplated her words.
"Tell me of this prophecy."
Lily narrowed her eyes. "I don't think you need to know the wording of it."
"On the contrary human. Am I to understand that you want your precious son Harry to be protected from Death? Be it be mortal or magical means?" Lily didn't reply, but the look on her face was all the answer the Djinn needed. "Understand this, Prophecies are fickle, insidious things, tempting you with ideas of the future, but without clear meaning. If I am to save your son from harm, I will need to know what shape that harm may take."
She took a moment to think but had to admit he had a point. The precise wording of the prophecy may be crucial in saving Harry. "Very well," she looked into his cold, curious eyes and recited the words spoken by Trelawney.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."
Tears fell from her eyes as she recalled the moment those words were burned into her memory, the revelation that her child could have so little time on this world, forever hunted.
The Djinn, instead of mocking her apparent weakness, was strangely silent, turning and twisting over the wording in his mind.
After she had composed herself, she addressed the Djinn who was still lost in his scheming thoughts, wondering how to best use this to his advantage.
"Well? Does the wording of the prophecy alter anything?"
"Indeed. Allow me to give you some context of my own, free of charge of course," the Djinn added with a sharp smile, at Lily's narrowed eyes.
She nodded in acceptance.
"These Unforgivable Curses, as you call them, were born of a wish many centuries ago. To use them the castor must wish for the effect to happen with all the hatred they can muster. This allows them to pull our race's magic through their soul. Your Dark Lord is fond of the Killing Curse. And as such can't be blocked by a wish alone, something more is required."
"What else is needed?" Lily could feel her desperation welling up at the Djinns words but tried not to tip her hand.
It was pointless. He smirked, sensing her distress, and continued.
"For your son to be spared from death, an additional sacrifice is needed. Yours to be precise." He let his words sink in, for a moment before speaking again. "To give him the protection you desire, your life must be given in order to make it work against magics born of my kind."
She looked at him with a careful expression. "Can you explain further? How is this protection to work?"
They were both regarding the other now, a word game of cat and mouse playing out between them.
"Very well, I'll give you a little lesson on my power. Upon waking me, a bond forms between our souls, as you make wishes a transference of power takes place between our souls. This effectively makes you immortal against everything except divine weapons. This protection can be extended to cover Harry, if you so wish it."
Lily had an uneasy feeling about the idea of this Djinn putting his power into her son, but could not see the danger of it.
The moment was upon her, she didn't have time to research more. Steeling herself, and going over her words once more in her mind, she made her second wish. "I wish for my son, Harry, to be protected from death, effective immediately, with the understanding that upon my death, your power will protect him from the Killing Curse."
The Djinn gave a low, dark chuckle. "Granted, with the provision that full protection will occur upon your death."
The Djinn took the gem in both hands, and the red light overcame it again though, this time, it enveloped him and Lily.
A small shockwave of energy pulsed out of the gem and all was still.
"Now, we come to the third and final wish. Take a moment to think while I set the mood."
Spreading his arms, he slowly walked closer to Lily.
The air grew heavy in the Veil Room and the walls, once solid and grey, glowed with a red tinge and start rippling grotesquely with humanoid forms moving under the surface.
"Oh, God." She stared with a sense of doom at the sight around her.
"Soon, I shall be your god once again."
She gasped and went still as the Djinn spoke from directly
from behind her.
"Make. Your. Wish."
He enunciated sharply in her ear.
Lily turned and stared into his eyes, finally giving him a smile.
She knew what her final wish was and hoped it was correct.
"I wish you to speak the words to activate the doorway behind me."
He looked at her with all the malevolence he could muster and the words were torn from his throat with a guttural growl.
"Panto Panto, Ka Batal. Candak Deui Djinn Anjeun."
Upon his final word, the Veil's wispy, smoke-like curtain started to swirl with white light, paralyzing the Djinn.
As his form started to disperse into the vortex, he gave her a calm smile and it unnerved her to her core.
"Well played, Lily-child, well played," he told her. "But take heed, our kind will reclaim the earth as ours once more." His smile became more sinister. "Your second wish all but guarantees it."
With those final ominous words, he fully disappeared into the Veil, leaving only a fire opal on the ground, and a mother wondering if she made a mistake.
~~Elsewhere, in a church in London~~
At the same time Lily had made her first wish, a statue of an angel wielding a sword glowed a faint blue which increased in intensity until, with a great flash, it was replaced by the figure of a man.
He stood tall and took his first breath in many millennia as he retracted his wings into his body.
This man was a Hunter, one of many left behind on earth to safeguard humanity in the event that a wish was granted to one who woke a Djinn.
'I don't want to do this,' he thought, a tear falling for the innocent that he would have to kill to stop the third wish.
He only hoped to get there in time as he set off in the direction of the Waker.
~~October 20th, 1981~~
She was to cast the final incantation of the Fidelius in four days.
Dumbledore was laying the foundations for it now.
The danger had become too great.
Their latest intelligence from the Order suggested that Voldemort was actively seeking Harry over Alice and Frank's son.
Lily had other things on her mind, though.
The events of a few weeks' prior were still ingrained into her mind.
She had been doing more research since then. Even going as far as to going to her contacts in the Middle East directly.
What she learnt from reading between the lines of the small scraps of knowledge disturbed her.
She believed the Djinn Magic within Harry's system would grow with him and merge with his magic until he reached his magical maturity. As she understood it, the magic would become active at this time.
From there she had no idea what would happen, there just wasn't enough information. So, she did what any loving mother would do in this situation.
She would prepare.
If she couldn't be there to help him, she would make damn sure to leave him as much help as she could for once she was gone.
She opened a vault in Gringotts containing all the information she had, a crystal with a recorded message, and the Stone of the Secret Fire she had been studying.
Not knowing when the Djinn's power would manifest, she wove a charm between Harry and a talisman to alert their account manager when her son reached his maturity. This would let them know to contact Harry to let him in the vault.
Lily only hoped it was enough as she left Gringotts to head back home, almost colliding with another wizard on his way into the bank.
~~October 24th, 1981~~
Dumbledore had just left, having handed the control of the charm to Lily so she could link it to their secret keeper.
Lily and James stood in their living room with Sirius Black.
"Are you sure this is the best plan, Sirius?" Lily asked, going over the charm's instructions for the tenth time
"Lils, it's the perfect bluff. Everyone knows I'd be the best choice for your secret keeper. No one in their right mind would suspect who we're really going with," Sirius replied.
James encircled her from behind in a hug and whispered to her, "We agreed it is the best course for everyone's safety, The plan is fool proof."
"What time will he get here?" she asked.
Just as she uttered those words, the flames in the fireplace turned a brilliant green as another of their friends, Peter Pettigrew stepped out of the grate.
"Speak of the devil," Sirius jokingly said as he went to embrace the smaller man.
"Hey Peter, are you well?" Lily asked.
"I'm not gonna lie, this plan makes me nervous. But I will do everything in my power to protect the secret."
Lily still felt uneasy but attributed it to the other thing on her mind.
"Okay Peter, please, step into the circle," she indicated a circle of glowing runes drawn into the floor.
As the pressure of the spell settled on Peter, Lily began connecting the 6 points of the circle to his forehead and gradually a seventh rune took form there.
As the last rune connected to the one on his head, the secret melted into his mind and the house folded out of existence. Opening his eyes, Peter looked on as his friends gazed around in confusion.
"Oh right," he recited the phrase needed to give them the secret "The Potters Reside In Godric's Hollow."
They blinked as if suddenly waking up.
"Well then, that's certainly done the trick," Sirius smiled at everyone.
"What's next?" Peter asked, getting used to the small pressure at the back of his mind.
James clasped Peter's shoulder, "You carry on as normal. Sirius will go into hiding. Me and Lily will sequester ourselves and plan with Dumbledore from here".
Peter nodded. "In that case, I best be off. I have a late shift at the Owl Office in an hour."
Lily smiled at Peter and hugged him "Thank you for doing this, it means a lot to us."
"Anything to protect my friends, Lily" He looked away as he said this, seemingly shy about the whole thing.
In reality, it was the immense guilt he felt at what he was about to do.
He took some Floo powder and activated the network, calling out the address for his home.
He had a message to send.
~~October 31st, 1981~~
Harry's laughter as he floated the Every-Flavour Beans above his head warmed the hearts of his parents, who were marvelling at his controlled display of wandless magic.
"He's gonna be amazing when he grows up Lils, just you wait." James said, looking at his wife.
Lily smiled from her place on the chair as she watched them play.
A small chime started going off on the mantle, linked to a perimeter charm set earlier in the week.
They tensed.
"Probably that squirrel again, Lils. I'll go look."
James left to go check the front while Lily got Harry into her arms intending to take him for his bath.
"Lily! Take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!"
The blood drained from her face as she realized what that meant.
Peter had betrayed them.
She ran up the stairs with Harry in her arms, shutting them in his bedroom.
This was it.
The moment she planned for.
Lily heard the cold laughter from downstairs and a tear fell.
She knew her husband was gone.
Waiting for the inevitable, Lily shielded the crib containing Harry from the door with her body.
One by one, the defences fell and the door silently swung open, revealing the Dark Lord on the threshold.
"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry"
"Stand aside, you silly girl…stand aside now!"
"Not Harry, please no. Take me, kill me instead," Lily continued to plead. "Not Harry, please…. Have mercy… have mercy."
They both knew it might as well have been a joke.
There was no mercy in Lord Voldemort.
Laughing, Voldemort pointed his wand at Lily and cast his spell.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The rush of green death shot towards Lily, and she closed her eyes, gladly accepting it.
'I do this for you my son, be strong, remain pure' she thought as the green light faded leaving her lifeless body on the floor.
As the life left her body, something much more subtle - older, powerful - transferred to Harry's body.
And altogether more sinister than the fiend left standing in the room.
"Well, you must be powerful to threaten my might," Voldemort chuckled condescendingly, "oh well."
Pointing his wand and casting the Killing Curse again, he watched with, at first, disinterest as it hit and surround his victim, and then with muted shock, as the curse reflected back onto him destroying his body.
The power released from the redirected Djinn magic as it destroyed his body blew the room apart and ruptured the Fidelius charm.
As the dust started to settle, so too did the Djinn's power settle within Harry.
Giving him a nigh impenetrable level of protection from almost anything.
There it would sit and fester, undetectable till such a time when it could fully mature.
~~September 30th, 1981~~
The Waker was here, he could sense it, even if the area appeared deserted.
There was earth magic in the air, centred around a red box made of metal and glass.
The Hunter knelt and placed his hand on the ground to get a deeper sense of the magic at work and realized his target was underground
Taking out a ring to aid him in teleporting past the magic, he concentrated.
After several minutes that felt like an eternity, a blue column of light engulfed him and he appeared, sword drawn…
...in an empty room resembling an amphitheatre, dark and empty, with a raised dais holding an archway.
Forlorn, he collapsed to his knees.
'How!'
Why he was still sensing the Waker here.
Composing himself, he took stock and looked around, finally recognizing the archway for what it was.
"A celestial gateway," he gasped in wonder. "I didn't think any would be left."
Hundreds had been built during the Djinn War to cast them from Earth into the Void.
'The Waker must have found how to use it to banish the Djinn, clever,' he mused as he examined the relic from a more ancient time.
'Why am I still sensing a trace of energy though? It should
have dissipated with the banishment.'
He stood in front of the gateway, trying to get a clearer sense of things, but to no avail.
Not knowing what to do, but also unwilling to go back to sleep, the Hunter set out to explore and research the world he found himself in.
One day, he knew, he'd manage to bring his mission to completion.
A short time passed as he learnt more about what had transpired in the time since his
waking.
The feeling of the Waker never fully passed. The slight vibration in the fabric of reality could attest to that.
It was as if the world itself was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen.
His plan was to live out a life in this new world until then, using a cache of hidden treasure to set himself up with the world's magical currency.
The newly name wizard-angel Gregory Hunter, stood on the steps of Gringotts, almost colliding with a hurried witch with red hair and thought.
'This will be interesting.'
End of Prologue