Adventitious

A Harry Potter Fanfiction

By Wxlfghoul

Chapter One | Iris Potter

TO THE SOUND of thunder, all living creatures within a mile of the now star-shaped ashen ground and sizzling smoke fled. In its place, now stood the body of a boy with long dark hair that waved at its ends, sticking to his thin face due to the sweat. He brushed some of the length from his face, allowing him to take in his surroundings.

To anyone watching, seeing a tall, lean teenager with eyes, quite literally, sparking with energy in the middle of the wood with a crazed look in his eye, they would immediately have fired the first spell that came to mind.

That is, until they saw the item in his possession. If you were able to ignore all of the dragonhide leather, and the many rings and straps on his person (and the fact that his body faded in and out of view, as though you were looking at him through a veil of water), you would be stopped by the fourteen inches of wood in his hand.

Long, thin and decorated with elderberries along its length, sat, rather peacefully, a wand. A wand that now had sparks of green also sputtering out.

The teenage boys eyes darted from tree to tree, looking for any movement. Like a panther eyeing its prey. He took a tentative step forward and, as though a sword had been pierced through his foot, he fell to the ground in pain.

Sparks! He thought. That didn't feel right.

He looked at his leg, and he was surprised to find that it was really there. He had a leg. For you see, for the last year, this young man had walked the earth with a leg and half. One half having been bitten off by a demon.

Yet here he was, sprawled on the ground, sweating, panting, exhausted, but with two actual legs.

He sighed and leaned backwards. He slipped the wand into its wrist holster and smiled.

'I don't know where you've brought me Tommy, and I don't know why,' he said to one but himself. 'But at least I'm alive.'

He then quickly checked over his memories. You can never be too sure when it came to demonic vortex's forged through human sacrifice.

I'm Harry Potter. Lord to houses Potter and Black. Leader of the Order of the Phoenix. I was placed in charge of the rebellion when I was sixteen and I was the last wizard alive.

After checking to make sure that his memories of his friends, his time at Hogwarts, his knowledge of spells and skills being on the run, he nodded to himself and silently casted a few types of shielding charms and wrapped himself in his invisibility cloak.

And for the first time since he was sixteen.

Harry Potter took a well-rested nap.

When Harry awoke, a chill had spread across the grass and threatened to penetrate the dragonhide leather he wore. But it was able to keep it out like an impenetrable wall. He sat up, of which took a considerable amount of energy, and took in his surroundings properly.

He had appeared in an opening in a wood. Winged around him were trees of varying sizes, that reached up high, forming a canopy of brown leaves around him. He checked himself. Dragonhide armour, both wands, both shrunken trunks around his neck, both legs.

Both legs.

That had shaken him.

When he had jumped in after Voldemort, he wasn't sure what he was expecting. He just knew that he had to stop him from ruining whichever world didn't "Have Harry Potter the Boy-Who-Lived" in. Despite the many years of torment. Harry knew he wouldn't have been able to live with himself if he had allowed Voldemort to leave. Leaving Harry to try and pick up the pieces of the ruined world that, without a better way of saying it, was nothing.

The memory of the world Harry had departed was still too raw, too painful to think about, so he carefully placed those thoughts into a safe in his mind palace, along with all the other painful parts of his life. And then sat there. Sighing peacefully.

It feels good to just sit here, he thought to himself. No responsibilities, no one to run from. Just a second to myself.

He moved to lean back down again when he heard shouting slipping through the gaps in the treeline.

'Harry!'

He sat upright, ignoring the jolt of pain he felt and scanned around him. With a snap upwards of his hand, his holly wand jumped into his grasp. With a wave he checked that the shield was still in place. He tugged the invisibility cloak tighter over his shoulders and crouched down, making himself seem as small as possible so that his entire body could become enclosed within the silky material.

Through the trees stepped out a young teen, she was looked tall for her age (Harry thought she looked around sixteen), she had long ombre red hair that cascaded down her face, softening her sharp facial features. She wore a thick white knitted jumper and black trousers with a long black robe over them that blew in the wind. But it was actually two things that caught Harry's attention. This girl had shocking green eyes that burned like embers, and she held a delicate wand in her hand.

'Harry?!' she called out once more.

She looked around the opening and sighed.

'Why is he like this?'

Harry stood up once he was sure she couldn't see him. He waved his wand, running a few diagnostic spells. Once he was satisfied that there was no immediate danger, he swallowed his second thoughts and unclipped the fastener of his invisibility cloak around his shoulders and stuffed it into the leather compartment in his leather armour. He then checked his body.

I guess nothing shouts suspicious more than appearing out of nowhere wearing dragonhide armour. Harry thought to himself, and quickly cast glamour charms on all of his clothing.

Once that was done, he set aside the protective shields he cast and stepped froward.

The girl blinked a few times when Harry came into view, worrying her bottom lip as she looked Harry up and down. A second later she became a blur of red and green as she raced towards him and wrapped him in her arms.

'Oh Harry,' she said. 'She's sorry! She knows that she can't make you do anything you don't want to do anything you don't want to.' She was sniffing hard now, her shoulders shaking. 'She was just letting you know that there had been a proposal. You don't have to accept it… at least not yet.'

Harry could feel his heartbeat beat heavily against his chest as the beautiful girl clung to him tightly. His mind raced with thoughts—The biggest one being I'm engaged?!

The pair stood like that for a while. Not really knowing what to do, Harry wrapped his arms around the girl and pulled her close and stroked her back.

Once she stopped crying, she nuzzled into his chest.

'That feels nice Harry.'

Harry cleared his throat and pulled back a little.

'Uh, thanks,' he said. He then looked her over one more time. He guessed that if in the world that Voldemort had brought him to that someone had recognised him as Harry, then there must be some similarities between the worlds. But he couldn't place this girl that had so many similarities with him.

Did I have a cousin I never met? He thought to himself.

Once the girl looked up, her ombre red hair swishing past her face and her wicked green eyes locked with his, a sharp pain rushed through Harry's body. Twisting his organs and causing a fire to spread through his veins. His mind felt as though someone had ripped it open and placed an extra bookcase in his mind palace.

The briefest of flashes told him that in this world did have a Harry Potter, and it seemed that he had completely taken over this worlds Harry with his own. Almost completely displacing him. All that remained was his magical core, which Harry could feel being slowly consumed by his own, scarred and damaged one. And his memories, of which had been consumed by Harry's, becoming nothing more than two dozen books on a shelf I his mental library.

He was Harry Potter, younger twin to Iris Potter, the Girl-Who-Lived. In this world Lily had survived Voldemort's survival, but James had not. James had sacrificed his life to save Iris. Lily had been hiding in a separate location with Harry.

They lived in Potter Manor, and Harry's godmother, Bellatrix Lestrange spent most of her free time at the manor socialising with Lilly and training Harry and Iris in the duelling room. In this world Hogwarts started at twelve, and Harry and Iris had entered their third year in the summer just gone.

'Iris,' Harry said. His sister looked up at him, he wasn't sure if it was hormones of being back in a seventeen year olds body, or of his days emotions catching up with him, but tears welled in his eyes. 'Let's go home.'