Thief, Hero, Rogue, Legend
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Recommended Reads: Silver King and Trickshot by JustBored21, The Rise of the Last Potter by HPfanfictioner66, Pray For The Wicked by Kapiushon, Dying Light by Darkw01fie, Harry Potter and the Prince of Slytherin by The Sinister Man and Seventh Horcrux by Emerald Ashes
Key Pairing: Eventual Harry/Daphne
Other Pairings: To be determined
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He was just a guy following his own creed.
Make the plan…Execute the plan…Expect the plan to go off the rails…Throw away the plan…
Although whether it was Destiny that had been the one to throw away the plan, or Captain Cold himself?
That would remain to be seen…
Chapter 1: Talk About A Frosty Reception
It might have only been the first day of September, which also marked the first day of autumn and the changing of the seasons, but, even for a chilly morning in the middle of London, there were one or two people who found the sight of the strange little boy walking into King's Cross Station to be…
Well, let's just say cold didn't do him justice.
Whether it was the sleek, finely-dressed manner with which he carried himself, or the pale, but oddly-handsome allure of his face, or even the fact that his eyes seemed to be fixed straight ahead, focusing on his objective – whatever that was – nobody knew.
All they knew was a cold whisper of something that seemed to encourage them to avert their eyes and soon forget about the boy.
Not that he minded it, mind you.
Legend
'Platform Nine-and-Three Quarters…right where you should be…'
A thin smile flicked across eleven-year-old Harry James Potter's face as he strolled up, as casual as you like, towards the barrier dividing the world of the non-magical from the world of the magical. Around him, he was dimly aware of more than a few people choosing to give him a wide berth, while others seemed all-too eager to avert their eyes and forget they ever saw him.
This suited him just fine; after the life he'd lived, right up to the fated day where the plan could finally be thrown away, he didn't much care for them.
As far as he was concerned, the days of him being a Hero were over.
Now, there was only a Rogue…
Legend
"IT'S THE SAME…EVERY…YEAR! PACKED…WITH…MUGGLES…OF COURSE!"
"Mum, will you please stop shouting? You're going to get me in trouble!" hissed Percy Weasley, a note of panic in his voice as he cradled his precious Prefect's badge against his robed chest, though not before he also constantly looked at it, if only to reassure himself it was still there.
Nearby, Fred and George sniggered to themselves as, in their famous way, they remarked, "Don't worry, Perce…"
"It's still there…"
"Right where you left it…"
"Although we have a better choice of place for it, if you ask me…"
"Too true, Brother Forge, too true…"
"Now, Brother Gred, I think we should make a move; we've got a train to catch."
"Yeah, but…hey, wait!" cried the youngest male, Ronald Weasley, looking around in fury and disbelief as he asked, "Haven't you two realised it yet? We can't go through; not until we find Harry Potter! I've got to keep him away from those slimy snakes, before…"
Whatever nonsense the youngest redheaded male was spewing, it fell on deaf ears, as Fred and George proved when, taking ahold of their kid-sister, Ginny's, hands – one twin per hand – they led her through the barrier between worlds, more than content to leave the deranged, the delusional and the deliriously-repetitive and damaged-beyond-all-repair to shout down King's Cross all they wanted.
Legend
'And now, we wait…well, I do,' thought Harry, settling into an empty compartment while he kicked up his feet, resting his shoes on the seat opposite before, reaching up, he shuffled, somewhat-clumsily, out of a thick, ice-blue-coloured denim jacket with white highlights, before he draped it across the seat next to him.
Finally, he lay his trunk, as well as a cage that contained a beautiful-looking snowy owl inside, on the final seat, before, taking a slow glance around his compartment, Harry smiled and nodded in contentment.
"There…looks like everywhere else is full…ye gods; I'm so glad that this is one stupidity I get to make sure doesn't happen…and if the Powers and people like the Time Bastards don't like it, they can always send Rip and his friends to come and stop me…"
Here, Harry sniggered as he looked out of the window before he sighed softly.
"But since they haven't done that for ten years now, I can't imagine why that snot-nosed little punk of an Englishman would start now…so, as has been the way since that ill-fated night, it looks like, once again, I'm all on my own…good…"
Legend
"Oi! Move it!"
"Can't do that," drawled Harry when he found his solitude interrupted by the very idiot – well, one of them – he had been trying to avoid.
As he looked up at the aforementioned redhead, the freckle-faced boy scowled as he asked, "Why not? Just move this stuff so I can sit with you."
Shrugging dismissively – and laughing on the inside as he recalled a funnier time he'd made a similar argument and comeback – Harry snorted to himself as he drawled, "Don't want to."
"Come on: I've had enough of a bad day already; just let me join you and then we can get the Boy-Who-Lived to…mmph!"
Before the redhead could finish, his eyes widened with horror and disbelief when, all of a sudden, his mouth was frozen shut, leaving him pale and trembling, while the boy in the compartment, Harry himself, smirked as he looked up to the redhead.
"You've got less than eleven minutes to thaw out that big mouth of yours before you lose the ability to speak altogether…not that anyone who knows you, or not, might complain about that, but, what the hey; I'm feeling generous, so…tick-tock, little boy…tick…tock!"
Not to Harry's surprise, the redhead turned and fled, undoubtedly to find someone to make him annoy people with his big mouth and lack of table manners all over again.
As for Harry, he flexed his fingers before he smiled softly, if not coldly as he chuckled to himself.
"Best part about being a wizard? You don't need a cold gun to put the freeze on somebody…"
Legend
"Hmm…nice and quiet, without the rabble, isn't it, Hedwig?"
As Harry stroked the feathers of his beautiful friend, the owl hooted softly before she nipped lightly at his ear, earning a soft laugh from the green-eyed youth as he looked from the owl to the window, his eyes narrowed in thought and speculation as he considered his next move. After all, knowing what he knew about the things that others probably didn't want him to know about until it was too late, but now he knew of them…it all made his head hurt, but, at the same time, it left him curious.
He'd taken out the nuisance, which meant he was free to become the great wizard that the rest of the world believed him to be.
Thanks to his upbringing, he also knew he'd be able to put the hurt on his carers and make sure they didn't disturb him any more than they already did, and, if they needed a reminder or two, then…well, it was a good thing that wandless magic – particularly the magic of the elemental variety – was unaffected and undetectable by the Trace, now, wasn't it?
Harry also knew he needed to think about the next stage of his journey: in particular, making what he knew was coming as much of a reality as those fairytales, as well as the impressive, if somewhat-underappreciated movies, made them out to be.
'I wonder how my old friend, Cisco Ramon, would react to this little paradox if he could see me now,' thought Harry, smiling coldly as he stared at the passing countryside with a cold, fixed glare in his eyes. 'He'd probably say it sounded like a weird man's idea of fanfiction, and then he'd probably run off and try and write something better, just so him and Team Flash could claim they'd earned themselves a pat on the back for once again outfoxing Captain Cold and his ambitions. Fortunately, as my research indicates, wherever I am, whether this is Heaven, Hell or the Next Great Adventure…or even another Earth, who knows? The point is: here, there is no Team Flash, no Scarlet Speedster, no Cisco I'm a Walking One-Man Geek-Fest Ramon, no Cait…'
"Excuse me?"
Suddenly, Harry's eyes looked up and in the direction of the door; when they did so, he cocked an eyebrow as he found himself looking at a very unusual sight – especially given what he knew of the events in motion and this was not it.
There, standing in the doorway, was a young girl with darkish-coloured blonde hair that also seemed to have a few streaks of lighter, almost-white blonde dotted here and there, making it look like she was wearing a crown of ice. Her eyes were a very cold, observant, but also pale shade of blue with grey flecks, again making him think of ice, while, unlike him, the girl was dressed in a set of robes with a trunk in one hand and a wand held firm and tight in the other.
'No Caitlin Snow,' thought Harry, cocking his head to one side before, dipping his head in a curt gesture of greeting, he addressed his new guest.
"My apologies, Miss; I didn't mean to ignore your presence. Am I correct to assume you wish to spend this little train ride with me?"
The girl seemed stunned by Harry's casual, if somewhat-cold air, before she nodded back, as curtly as he had nodded at her, "Yes, that…that's right; I…I see you've spread yourself out a bit with your possessions and I can only guess that's to stop people from interfering or bothering you. But, since you've figured it out what I want, I suppose I can just hope you're feeling…well…"
"Chivalrous?" asked Harry, earning a snort from the girl.
"What? You hoping to steal a kiss from me or something?"
Suddenly, Harry started as he heard those words from the girl, which triggered one of a few remaining memories he'd allowed himself to hold onto.
Flashback Start
"You want to steal a kiss from me, Leonard? You better be one hell of a thief."
Flashback End
Smiling at the memory, Harry looked to the girl as he shook his head, "Nothing so discouraging, but I appreciate the humour; please…"
Kicking his trunk off of the seat without much effort, much less any thought as to how his new friend might take the gesture, Harry indicated the now-empty seat across from him as he added, "Take a seat…and forgive me for not going the whole hog with my chivalry, but, as you can see, I'm qquite comfortable where I am right now, so, instead, I'll nod courteously and say that it's nice to meet you, Miss…"
"Greengrass," said the girl, earning a curt nod from Harry, "Daphne Greengrass…and thank you for, at least, being mildly courteous and welcoming without expecting something in return, Mister…"
"Potter," replied Harry, earning a raised eyebrow from Daphne Greengrass, before Harry smiled thinly.
"Harry Potter…but you can call me Cold…"
"Oh?" asked Daphne, again raising an eyebrow as she asked, "Well, why would I do that, especially for the Boy-Who-Lived?"
"Probably for the same reason I'd do it for the Pure-blood Ice Princess," drawled Harry, earning another surprised, if not curious look from Daphne, before Harry added, "So, if you're the Ice Princess, then I guess that makes me the soon-to-be Ice Prince, wouldn't you agree, Miss Greengrass?"
"Time will tell, Mr Potter," argued Daphne, earning a scoff from Harry as he turned his eyes back to the window.
"It often does, Miss Greengrass…it often does…but, for what it's worth, I think…well, I hope that this is the start of a beautiful friendship…certainly better than some friends I could think of, but I digress…"
Chapter 1 and it looks like our boy-hero has had a really different sort of upbringing and, while he looks like the Harry we know and love, it seems, on the inside, there's something much colder working behind the scenes, but what will this mean for Hogwarts?
Also, with the Ice Princess having met the Ice Prince, is this the start of a beautiful friendship or is it all doomed to shatter like ice?
Keep Reading to Find Out
Next Chapter: It's time for the next big screwup, but will New-Harry let what he knows play out or will he make the plan go off the rails for some before it has a chance to be executed? I think that's a pretty easy answer…
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AN: Portrayal
Daphne Greengrass: Danielle Panabaker
(YES: I know it's cheesy for her portrayal to be the same actress as Caitlin in the CW Flash TV series, but that's what made it funny and, at the end of the day, this is a Humour – maybe even crack – sort of fanfiction, which is also why there was a sort of 'breaking the fourth wall' moment thrown in there too.)