Harry Potter and the Plasmorph Prince: A Harry Potter Fanfiction
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its associated characters: all rights belong to JK Rowling. I do not own any crossover references used in the story: all rights belong to their original creators. I do own any OC spells explained at the end of a chapter.
Plot: Presto Change-O Response: An act of magic transforms Harry, in ways he'd never have thought possible, even for a boy who's cheated Death. However, what he doesn't know is there are some dark secrets waiting to reveal themselves to him.
Challenge Information: DZ2's Presto Change-O Challenge: Animagi, Metamorphmagi, werewolves, Veela, Boggarts and certain Maledicti: what do they have in common? Shapeshifting. But what if there was a wizard that could change form, not just all humans, but all animals and…all…everything. Well, guess what? Here he comes: Harry James Potter, Metamorphing Master Marauder!
Rules: All affinities are welcome
Powerful Harry or stronger
When the story starts is up to you
At some point, Harry MUST discover he can shift into anyone/anything he wants
From time to time, Harry MUST use his gift to prank others and gain info
If he shifts into a magical creature, Harry MUST be in control at all times (even if he becomes a werewolf)
Unlike Animagi/Metamorphmagi, Harry's ability is seen as a bad thing by some
As Animagi and/or Metamorphmagi, either McGonagall, Skeeter, Sirius, James - if alive - and/or Tonks MUST be friends and allies of Harry's
All pairings are welcome
Guidelines: Crossovers
Super/OP Harry
Dark-Lord Harry
Omnifarious-Harry (Master-Level shapeshifting able to become anything and change his form/body/limbs into anything)
Somehow, Harry's power also gives him control over Transmutation and/or Transfiguration
Somehow, Harry can bestow/remove/curse/change the forms/powers of other Animagi/Metamorphmagi (like...say...Pettigrew?)
There are others like Harry: shifters who can become multiple forms/any human and animal form they wish
Lily and/or James survive
As a shifter able to become any animal, Harry can speak all animal languages
As a shifter able to become any human, Harry can speak all human/native languages
If/When Harry shifts into the form of a magical race, he temporarily gains that species' powers (e.g. vampire speed/hypnosis, Veela allure, werewolf senses etc.)
Harry can sense other Animagi/Metamorphmagi/wizards using glamours, Polyjuice and/or other magical disguises
Slash
Harems
Harry/Multi
A prophecy speaks of the Master Shifter
Forbidden: Weak Harry
Anyone convincing Harry to give up his power
Harry serving Voldemort (equals are allowed though)
Harry NOT using his power to prank someone at least once
Harry NOT using his power to gain info on some task/trial/end of year adventure
Harry losing control of a magical creature form
McGonagall, Skeeter, Sirius, James – if alive – and/or Tonks as enemies of Harry's
Other than that, it's up to you...
Added Info: Also, I imagine one or two of you out there might recognise the content of this story as being a VERY old idea that was actually inspired by another challenge: Dis Lexic's 'Harry the Slime' Challenge: for reference's sake, I'll put the details here in the opening chapter as there are still some references to that particular challenge, so, here you are:There are many creatures that a Wizard can become through Animagus training. From proud stags, to playful cats, to powerful Dragons. Many people would assume that Harry Potter would possess one such form. However, he is instead a slime.
RULESWhen it starts is up to you, but it must be with Harry learning to be an Animagus.
Obviously, his form is a slime.
As part of being a Slime, Harry must have the ability to eat just about anything and take in its abilities and attributes. That might not sound like much, but imagine what would happen if he were to eat, say, a Basilisk corpse?
At least one person must make a comment about how useless such a form appears.
SUGGESTIONSThe powers gained in his slime form affect his Human form as well.
Harry actually IS a Slime through a Creature Inheritance. Although quite how you'd pull that off I'm not sure.
Harry meets some actual slimes. Possibly including Suu.
Crossovers.
FORBIDDENHarry not liking his Animagus form. He can think its useless to begin with, right up until he realizes just how OP slimes actually are.
Author's Note: So, as I said above, this idea is a rewrite of an old, fun idea that I once had, but with a bit more plot point and some new ideas thrown in there for good measure. It also deals with a theme that I, personally, have never read on FFN, but is based on…well, keep reading to find out exactly what it is.
And, as always, if you don't like it, don't read it.
Recommended Reads: The Rise of the Last Potter by HPfanfictioner66, Trickshot, Damaged Raven, Silver King and Bonded by JustBored21, Core Threads by aceoffire, Harry Potter and the Hidden Truth by KingFatMan25, Harry Potter and the Prince of Slytherin by The Sinister Man, Saviour of Magic by Colt01, Embodiment of Magic by Lord of Death and Time, The Merging by Shaydrall, The Shadow Companion by ShinoDagon, Changeling, Harry Potter: son of Morrigan, Son of Morgaine and Return of the fallen king by Herne, No Matter What by Chazaq and Adventures in Magick by PseudonymousEntity
Key Pairing: Eventual Harry/Hermione; Daniel – Mr Granger/Emma – Mrs Granger
Other Pairings: To be determined
Normal Speech
'Thoughts'
'Mental Speech'
/Parseltongue/
Chapter 1: The Green Light
Halloween.
Usually, this was a night that meant fun and games for many people, as kids and teens dressed up in spooky costumes and either attended parties or went out trick-or-treating, while adults made comments on how good and adorable the costumes were, or chased off the kids for knocking on their doors with that same rhyme over and over again.
Yes, normally, this was the way Halloween was meant to go.
However, on this particular Halloween night, as unsuspecting Muggles went about their business, none of them knew or realised how this particular Halloween Night would mean more than that for a whole other world of people. Indeed, although none of them knew it yet, Halloween would be a night that would change many lives, not least for the innocent spirit of magic that would forever be placed at the heart of all that followed.
Indeed, little Harry James Potter was, one day, going to be called many things: from the Most Powerful Sorcerer in the World to the Darkest of Dark Lords in History; from the Boy-Who-Lived to the Chosen One, the Saviour and the Hero, though only a few of those things would be true, for it was his destiny to be the most-powerful wizard in the world.
He just didn't know it yet.
Plasmorph
As soon as James Charles Potter, Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter, felt the alert wards around his family's supposed-to-be-safe-and-secure hideaway in Godric's Hollow being torn down by greater powers than most wizards could hope to match, he felt an iron lump of fear rise in his throat, equalled by the force of a thousand and one nightmares all happening at once.
As the wards' destruction was followed by an air of impending darkness that made the magic in the air around James turn sour with a dark aura of foreboding, the Potter Lord did the first, and only, thing he could think of.
"LILY! IT'S HIM! TAKE HARRY AND RUN!"
Seconds later, the front door of the Potter Cottage exploded…
And death descended on Godric's Hollow.
Plasmorph
"LILY! IT'S HIM! TAKE HARRY AND RUN!"
When she heard the voice of her husband screaming for her to run, closely followed by the sounds of destruction coming from downstairs, Lady Lily Alexandrea Potter nee Evans, once known among her friends as the brightest, most-uniquely-talented witch of her age, did the first and only thing she could think of.
Forsaking everything, even James' hysterical demand, Lily ran from her bedroom and into the nursery of her home, slamming the door behind her while she cast every known locking, repelling and warding spell she could think of. Even as she did so, however, Lily felt her heart grow cold with fear, dread and anger, mixed in with an inevitable truth that screamed louder than all others in her mind.
She knew it was hopeless.
The ward that was supposed to protect them, their home and the most-precious thing in Lily and James' lives, the Fidelius Charm, had fallen and now they were exposed and…and worse…her precious love, her beautiful boy, he was going to face certain death.
All because one psycho wanted to rule the world and, apparently, for reasons a certain someone refused to share, he saw an innocent baby boy as a challenge to his power.
"Ma?"
As Lily heard the soft, fearful voice address her, she felt her heart clench while a modicum of warmth whispered its soothing words into her ear, reminding her of why she'd moved so suddenly to do what must be done, even though she knew it was hopeless.
Turning to the voice, Lily felt tears well up in her eyes when she saw the cutest, sweetest, and most-beautiful pair of emerald-green eyes looking up at her with infantile fear and curiosity. A small, barely-formed mop of black hair was spread over the infant's brow while, at that particular moment, he had a look of bewilderment, fear and childish glee on his face at seeing his Mummy in his room.
Smiling at her beautiful boy, her precious Harry James Potter's bravery and free-spiritedness, Lily moved towards his crib before she kneeled down and, taking hold of his pudgy face, she brushed a thumb against his soft cheeks while she spoke to him.
"Harry…Harry, you are loved…so loved…"
A cute smile crossed baby Harry's face as he wrapped his tiny fingers around his Mummy's larger, slender fingers, though as she saw it, Lily's heart turned colder than cold when the magic within her reacted to something malevolent taking hold of her. That, as well as the faint flash of sickly-green colour that she saw beneath the door leading to the nursery, told the redhead enough, but as she looked back at Harry, Lily knew she couldn't allow her beautiful boy to forget her, to forget anything even in his darkest hour.
Not when James had sworn many times over, and, clearly, sacrificed himself to ensure Harry was always going to be safe.
It was for this reason that Lily drew on her motherly instincts as she looked into her boy's bright and beautiful green eyes before she spoke again.
"Harry, Mama loves you…Dada loves you…Harry, be safe, be strong and know that you are loved…"
As Lily spoke the words, she subtly drew her wand and cast a spell that many other Mothers loved to use to ease their young off to sleep.
Fortunately, Harry seemed just as susceptible to the power of the charm as any child, as his eyelids drooped while he slowly curled up, allowing Lily to tuck his blanket over him before she rose up.
Placing a soft kiss on Harry's brow, Lily gulped as she whispered, "Sleep now, my baby…we…we will never leave you…Daddy and me; we…we will always be with you, in any life, any world…any form…"
Suddenly, Lily wheeled around when she heard the sound of a curse being cast, resulting in the door to her boy's nursery being turned into little more than a cloud of cinders and ashes.
As the remains flew into the room, however, Lily gasped when she saw a particularly-large piece of shrapnel fly through the air before it cut clean across Harry's flesh, slashing her baby's forehead open.
Plasmorph
Lily didn't know it at the time, but by the time the wound was healed, it would leave nothing more than a lightning-bolt scar, which would make said child famous, even though he didn't want to be. And yet, for all their hero-worship, no-one in the Magical World, least of all the Magical Community of Great Britain and Ireland, would know that the only thing special about this scar was the identity of the one whom it belonged to.
The scar itself was nothing more than a scar.
Plasmorph
As Lily drew herself to her full height, doing what she could to put herself between her child and the threat who'd come into their home, the redhead aimed her wand at the door, but as soon as she did so, she gasped when she felt her wand being snatched from her hand by a Disarming Jinx.
"No…" gasped Lily, looking from where her wand landed to the figure in front of her.
A figure with red eyes, dark features and no sense of morality, let alone kindness, but that didn't stop Lily, "Not Harry…please, not Harry…"
"Stand aside, you silly girl!" sneered the dark visage of the most-feared wizard in Britain, the Dark Lord Voldemort. "Do you hear me? Stand aside and I shall spare you: all I want is the boy!"
"No!" exclaimed Lily, dropping to her knees while she cried, "Please…not my baby…take me instead, but please…just leave my child alone…"
"Avada Kedavra!"
A flash of green was the last thing Lily saw.
Plasmorph
As Voldemort stepped over Lily's fallen body, he lifted his wand without so much as an ounce of mercy or leeway in his eyes as he stared at the child, who'd woken from the power of the Sleeping Charm thanks to the new addition to his face – the lightning-bolt scar – his voice edged by pure malice as he hissed, "So small…and yet, you cannot be allowed to become so big…only I can live forever…"
Little Harry whimpered, but Voldemort didn't even acknowledge it.
Instead, he aimed his wand right at the boy as he hissed, "Goodbye…Harry Potter…Avada Kedavra!"
The green flash flew through the air once again, but it was what happened next that really set the ball rolling.
When the curse struck the child, Voldemort already felt an air of victory rising up inside of him.
With the boy dead, and his forces already dispatched to deal with the spare – not that such a weakling from such an unimportant bloodline could ever hold a candle to the Dark Lord's power – the prophecy could never come true and he could work on making the world bow down to him as it was meant to.
He could rule and live forever, making all resistance cower at his feet and leaving nothing but death in his wake.
And as for the Muggle world?
Well, every good king needed slaves and pets, didn't they?
As Voldemort turned to leave, however, his inner thoughts on the future were dashed when, suddenly, what could only be described as a rippling wave of unknown mystical energy tore through the house. When the wave hit the Dark Lord, he barely had a moment to cry out in alarm before his body became nothing more than a second cloud of wind-and-magic-blown ashes and burned-out embers that drifted away without any thought as to where or why.
As for the rest of the house, it was obliterated by the same concussive, destructive blast, leaving great, gaping holes in the structure and an air of almighty destruction that levelled everything in the house and around it to the ground.
Caught in the blast, the bodies of Lily and James Potter shared the fate of Lord Voldemort as their corpses were also disintegrated by the magical force, leaving nothing to indicate they'd been there.
Nothing except a little infant boy in a crib, who whimpered and screamed as any child would have done when he found something scary in his life.
Plasmorph
Had anyone looked closer, however, even those who found the child shortly after, they would have noticed something remarkable about the child, or rather, about his body itself.
For as Harry screamed, his skin sparked and shimmered, like light shining through water, and when it shimmered, the light that reflected through the shimmering could have been described as the same colour as the curse that had killed Lily, murdered James and left Harry with nothing.
Nothing but a mystery that refused to be solved for the better part of ten years, give or take a few months, and a title he never wanted, not that he was asked about it; for on that night, the boy with the shimmering skin became known as the Boy-Who-Lived and yet, unbeknownst to everyone else, including Harry himself, the Boy-Who-Lived had it within him to become more.
So much more.
And for a long time, Harry himself didn't even know it.
Not until a fated summer's day nine years later when everything became clear to him and the life of Magical Britain's hero was changed.
In ways he would never have thought possible…
Plasmorph
Nine Years Later
Not for the first time in his life did ten-year-old Harry James Potter ask himself one question;
'Why me?'
Normally, this question was asked because of the way that his only living relatives, Mr and Mrs Dursley, chose to pretend he didn't exist, unless they wanted something done or if they wanted someone other than themselves – since, in their minds, their shit didn't stink and they were just so perfect while it was the rest of the world that were the freaks – to blame for their seemingly-never-ending list of mistakes.
As a result of those times coming into his life, Harry was yelled at, blamed for practically everything and treated either like the proverbial black sheep, like he was invisible or, more-often than not, like a servant of the family rather than part of the family. However, outside of those times, Harry was always being terrorised by his disgustingly-overweight cousin, Dudley, who saw Harry as his favourite punching bag, plaything – or play-mate as Dudley would claim and, again, his one-brain-cell-between-them parents would claim he was right and brilliant and everyone else was just being jealous of his specialness – and his favourite excuse if things went wrong.
At school – which Harry only got to attend because his relatives didn't want people coming around asking questions, and this was also when Harry was finally told his name was Harry and not Freak, Boy, Orphan or Freeloading Bastard as he'd heard for a time – Harry's work was sabotaged by Dudley and his thugs, all of whom seemed to have made it their life's ambition to make Harry's life hell.
They would kick him, punch him, steal from him, set him up to get in trouble with the ignorantly-minded teachers and, more often than not, they would go on and pursue him like wolves chasing a deer, calling it fun even though one of them cleverly came up with a name for their game.
Harry Hunting: a name that should have sent alarm bells ringing, but because people saw Harry as a bit of a scruff who hardly spoke to anyone and was kindly taken in by his only family after his drunken layabout parents offed themselves, people turned a blind eye to Harry.
So, on more occasions than he would have liked, Harry always found himself asking the same question about their intent.
'Why me?'
Little did he know, he was about to find out the answer…
And have his life changed forever.
Plasmorph
As was always the case at school, Harry wound up running from his cousin's pack of baying hounds while Dudley brought up the rear, barking orders at his yes-men and walking – because running as much as a couple of steps had him wheezing like an asthmatic elephant – while his cronies did all the work.
Of course, if and when Harry was caught, it was Dudley who was praised, called a genius and told he was brilliant because he'd given them the orders, done none of the work and yet got all of the credit.
While Harry ran from the thugs, ignoring the jeering laughter from the other kids in the playground, he felt his chest clench while his heart and lungs ached as his body screamed for so much as a moment's reprieve. The weak muscles in his legs were screaming for a moment's pause, thanks to the lack of warmth and nourishment he'd been unable to provide his body and, as if that wasn't bad enough, Harry was already exhausted because of how he'd been up all night doing Dudley's homework and getting no dinner when he'd made a mess of it.
At least, that's what Dudley had said – and, in Number Four, Dudley was always right and Harry was always wrong, ergo…
So, as Harry tried to keep as great a distance as he could between him and his pursuers, he also felt his mind going numb while his body ached with the exertion, but, most of all, something else Harry usually felt whenever he found himself on the receiving end of the laughing hyenas.
Anger.
He hated being so weak against such pathetic insects who were only big because they had an even bigger oaf as their leader.
Without Dudley, they'd be nothing but…but…sheep!
They didn't even know Harry, for God's sake!
They just obeyed Dudley and claimed he was the best of them when, in fact, the stupidly-ignorant, worse-than-morbidly-obese, squealing piglet of Privet Drive was probably stupider than all of them combined.
Tearing around a corner of the schoolyard, Harry came to a skidding halt as he tried to catch his breath, hoping and praying he'd be able to regain some semblance of strength while, at the same time, he tried to squash down his anger as he usually did when it reared its head.
Getting angry would only get him hurt, he knew that much and, besides, what could he do against them?
Angry or not, determined or not, faster than them or not, cleverer than them or not, there were still four of them to his one, even if one of those four was as slow as a snail and made a dead, rotting, stinking sloth look clever by comparison.
Sinking to the ground as he tried to catch his breath, Harry sniffed once before, taking a deep, gasping breath, he coughed, spitting out a globule of phlegm while he wondered, "May…may…maybe this is far enough. I…I've run…faster than…than ever before…this has to be far enough!"
"He's over here!"
'Or not,' thought Harry, scowling to himself as he pulled himself up and, with no way out except through the stampede heading his way, he decided the best thing he could do was hide in the back alley he'd found himself in.
Yes, he'd probably be in trouble for being in a place where no teachers could see him and, sure, he'd probably – read: definitely – be beaten for wasting time and looking dirty, but, to be honest, what else was new?
Backing away as far as he could manage, Harry found the feel of the school bins brushing against his fingertips, accompanied by the anger and pain he still felt as his body screamed for release and freedom.
As he heard the yelling of the gang get closer, as well as what sounded like a typical complaint from Dudley at having to do so much work for so long – translation: walking and talking at the same time when he could be scoffing more sugary sweets than any doctor would call unhealthy for a whole school of kids – Harry closed his eyes and curled up in the foetal position, hoping and praying he'd somehow managed to make himself small enough to stay out of the line of sight of the gang.
That was when it happened…
Although it wouldn't be until later that Harry realised what happened.
All he knew was that, as he felt the fear of being found add itself to the anger of again having to hide and cower from these sheep-minded morons, Harry's world suddenly appeared to shift and contort all around him, as the whole environment seemed to take on a new appearance.
Suddenly, the darkness Harry had managed to curl up in behind the bins grew much bigger; the whole world seemed to waver and ripple like water while, at the same time, Harry was aware of a new sensation creeping into him. One that seemed to see, hear, smell, feel and taste everything all at once, allowing him to see much-larger boxes and what looked like black sand that stretched on forever and ever.
At the same time, he could smell something yummy and sweet while he could hear an odd skittering noise, which was soon drowned out by what could only be described as the rumbling mass of a high-force earthquake.
Then, although he didn't know how, Harry heard voices.
"WELL? WHERE IS HE?"
"HE MUST HAVE COME THIS WAY!"
"I SAW HIM, I PROMISE!"
"COME ON, I'M STARVING!"
As the earthquake of steps moved away, Harry felt his body move along the black sand.
To his curiosity, when he moved, his body felt weird, like he was a worm or snake slithering its belly along the ground.
Dare he think it, but he actually felt like a slug leaving a trail, though as he moved, Harry was also aware of something new coming alive within him.
A strange feeling of unearthly, supernatural power, mixed with a whispering flicker of otherworldly strength and knowledge, which flooded his mind all at once, giving life to strange new ideas and thoughts that, when combined with his anger and fear, told Harry one thing.
Whatever was going on, he had to use this new…this new thing to survive everything that was thrown at him.
As Harry slithered along the ground, he felt and heard the footsteps coming back to him, but this time, it was like his eyesight had suddenly become superhuman by comparison; now, he didn't just see forwards; he could see sideways and backways and upwards and downwards and every other ways/wards he could think of. And when his eyesight showed him the world around him, Harry saw one of the goons making their way back into the bin storage area, a dopey look on his face as he scratched his wiry brown hair.
"Weird," drawled the goon, Piers, if Harry remembered correctly, though a part of him also marvelled at how much more-normal the voice sounded as the thick idiot went on. "I was sure I saw him…where are you, Freak? Show yourself; it won't hurt…me!"
Suddenly, when Harry heard the word he hated almost as much as he hated his cousin, his cousin's thugs and his relatives, it was like a new feeling overwhelmed him.
Anger, fury and seething bloodlust coupled with thoughts and ideas that were all focused on one single, solitary idea.
Revenge!
Moving forwards, Harry didn't know how he was doing what he did next, but he did it anyway.
Suddenly, his body moved towards Piers and, when it did so, Harry saw the oaf look down at the ground before he laughed, "Hey look, it's one of those slime toy things…ah well, it's mine now."
'That's what he thinks,' thought Harry.
As Piers reached down, Harry felt his body react, as though acting on instinct: ahe next thing he knew, the frightened boy who'd been prey for so long became something more.
As for Piers, all he knew was this weird green light, accompanied by a feeling of being dragged down, like water being drained down the plughole; when he opened his mouth in a bid to scream for help or freedom, the weedy boy instead felt the light thing press in on him, making a sound like it was slurping him up before, to his horror, the slurping light-slime-thing made its way into him, overwhelming his body on all sides until all that was left of Piers Polkiss was what he'd been for a very long time.
Nothing.
Plasmorph
Harry felt…weird.
That was the first thing he was aware of as he found a surge of new light and life coursing through him.
Somehow, for reasons he couldn't quite understand, his body felt odd, his mind felt numb, but also strong and, at the same time, the young boy was aware of a strange newness covering him, like he'd been given a brand-new coat of some sort.
As he tried to move, Harry found his steps were shaky while his belly felt funny, but in a good, warm, even full kind of way.
He also felt like…like he'd grown somehow, but he didn't know how or why that could have happened.
As he stumbled towards a nearby bin, Harry hiccupped before he burped into his hand, a part of him amused at the act while another part felt like he'd just downed a three-litre bottle of Coca-Cola without stopping.
'More tea, Vicar?' drawled Harry, laughing at his own joke.
When he did so, however, he gasped when he heard a high-pitched squeal in his laugh, making him sound like a mouse or, dare he think it, a rat.
'What the…' wondered Harry, lifting his hands as though he expected to see or feel something else.
But when he did so, he gasped as he found his hands were no longer his; instead, he now had slender, but scrawny hands and fingers with a weedy look to them. Moving his hands up his body, Harry gasped when he felt a trim body and a surprisingly-thin, if not-skeletal frame and…
Suddenly, he gasped when, in bringing his hands to his face, Harry found wiry dark hair and not the rat's nest he'd always had.
'Oh my God!' exclaimed Harry, running to a nearby window and looking into it, but when he did so, his eyes widened while his jaw dropped.
And then he smiled.
Or rather, the face of Piers Polkiss smiled as it stared back at him with emerald-green eyes and a satisfied smile on his face.
'Oh…my…God!'
Plasmorph
Unbeknownst to Harry, as he had a moment's freakout because of the strange metamorphosis that seemed to have taken a-hold of him, in a lone part of the world, a single, darkly-dressed figure suddenly seemed to materialise into being before, walking along a path that they had trekked so many times before, the figure passed through a rippling veil-like curtain, revealing the lone, desolate corner of the world to be anything but.
Instead, now, there was a large, blue-coloured pyramid that seemed to shine like the light of the North Star, the outside of the pyramid surrounded by a fast-flowing river, which occasionally rippled as its surface broke, revealing a string of terrifying beasts, many of which backed down as they saw the figure pass over a single bridge into the pyramid.
Inside, the figure drew in a slow breath before, lifting a hand, he held it out in front of him, causing his palm to glow ominously, revealing the figure to be a raven-haired gentleman with a head of seemingly-untameable black hair and eyes that were a cold, mesmerising shade of green.
After only a few minutes of letting his glow shine on the inside of the pyramid, the man retracted his hand before he dropped to one knee, holding his no-longer-glowing hand against his chest while, in front of him, what could only be described as a miasma of blue-and-silvery-coloured mystic light formed in the air.
For only a moment, the man remained where he was as he bowed his head before this almost-gaseous force before, in a move that would have alarmed anyone else, an eerie, female voice suddenly spoke from within the miasma.
'My friend…what do you have to report?'
"The greatest news imaginable, my Queen," replied the dark-dressed man, his voice as sibilant as the hiss of a serpent, while his head stayed bowed, even as he addressed the oddly-coloured mists before him.
"At long last, my scouts inform me that The Prince has come into his Powers!"
Suddenly, what could only be described as a flash of lightning filled the miasma before, from within the mists, a pair of cool, green-and-silver-coloured eyes appeared within the mist, looking down at the lone figure as the female voice spoke again.
'You are certain of this?'
"Indeed, Majesty," replied the man, still keeping his head bowed as he explained, "And, not only that, but, according to my scouts, His Young Highness has also fed on a human! And not just a simple youngling, but a human whom is much taller, stronger and yet, lesser, to Him."
'Hmm…' drawled the voice, before the mist shone again with flashes of lightning; when the flashes faded away, a very beautiful lady with hair as black as pitch and then some, as well as the same emerald-and-silver-coloured eyes as the haze she'd emerged from now stood before the kneeled figure, whom swallowed hard, even as the woman addressed him in an eerie, almost-mystically-tinged voice.
"Show me…"
Offering his hand to the woman, the dark-dressed man's palm shone again; this time, however, the pale, beautiful woman held out her own hand, laying it upon his palm while she closed her eyes. For several minutes, an eerie, almost-hypnotic thrumming seemed to fill the air, making the pyramid itself ripple and shimmer before, opening her eyes again, the woman smiled with a mixture of pride, warmth and even affection.
"Oh…my beautiful boy…so powerful…and so ravenous! I can't recall the last time a newly-Awakened spawn fed on such a bounty so easily!"
"Shall I dispatch someone to collect him, Your Grace?" asked the kneeling man, returning his hand to his side as he remained on the floor before the woman he recognised and acknowledged as Queen.
"No," answered the Queen, turning her back on her messenger, before she stared almost-longingly into the blue colours of the pyramid, while she explained, "I think we should let my special little guy enjoy his newfound power; it seems to be so much more than the humans have allowed him to do…so, no, Gabriel…for now, have your scouts continue to deliver updates on my youngling's power and how he grows. But do not approach him…not yet; let him have his fun, let him feed and grow…let him play with his food…do not interfere, no matter what you hear, understand?"
"Yes, my Queen," replied the man, Gabriel, his eyes downcast once more as he asked, "So, then, if I may be so bold, when do we approach His Young Highness? I'm all for allowing him to play with his food and grow under his own power, but when…"
"When I say you can," insisted the Queen, before her body flashed once more as it seemed to revert to her misty form, her voice once again resonating through the mind of her subordinate as she drifted away from him.
'Let my son have his fun and games…but do not do anything to alarm him, or alert the humans to the truth of his origins…not until I say so, do you understand, Gabriel?'
"Yes, my Queen…"
It was only when the Queen vanished that Gabriel left the pyramid, chuckling softly to himself as he passed through the veil again, returning to the seemingly-desolate area outside the pyramid's perimeter, his green eyes shining like emerald solar flares as he stared up at the midday sun before, flicking his tongue like a snake, he chuckled icily.
"Now, you feeble-minded meat-sacks, I wonder: how will you handle him as he comes into more of his powers, but not to be your saviour?"
Wow, talk about an eerie start and a surprising origin story: what, exactly, happened to Harry…err…Piers-now-Harry – or is it Harry-now-Piers? – and what will this mean for his future?
Also, who or what is that mysterious enchantress of a Queen, not to mention Gabriel, and why could they be calling Harry The Prince?
Keep Reading to Find Out
Next Chapter: In his 'new' body, Harry decides to enjoy the taste of revenge for a little longer, before he makes a split-second decision to seek out even more freedom, hopefully never to return;
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AN: Portrayals
Piers Polkiss: Logan Lerman
Gabriel: David Tennant
(GASP! Could that mean something's not quite right with a certain someone played by this legendary actor in HPGOF? Keep reading to find out – though you can probably guess the answer.)
The Queen: Nicole Kidman