A/N: This my first fanfic. It's sort of the opposite of usual Mary Sue fics. Instead of having a Mary Sue added, Harry and Tonks are the Mary Sues. This will involve a lot of crossovers. I'll will always warn before hand, so as not to spoil anything. This is the first three chapters, which form a kind of prolouge. This prolouge may contain spoilers for HBP and Doctor Who: Parting of the Ways (The show that gave me the idea, the dialogue and the title).
Now, I've read fanfics here for a long time. So, I know how irritating it can to never know when (or if) an author will update. So I am going to try and update every thursday.
This fanfic is T, though it's probably more of a K+. Better safe than sorry.
Oh, and one more warning this a Honks(Harry/Tonks) fic.
A/N(12/4/05): After realizing how bad the original chapter really was, I've made an attempt to improve. Some amendments to the above a/n: this will defintely contain HBP spoilers and Doctor Who: Parting of the Ways spoilers. Also, I take back what I said about this being more of a K+ fic. By the time is over it will have definitely earned it's T rating. I would like to say thank to my first three reviewers, and apoloize for the original chapter one.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The dialouge is from Doctor Who: The Parting of the ways. It's just been gievn to the HP characters. If you have not seen that episode but are planning to, DO NOT READ. There is a major spoiler. There is also possible Half-Blod Prince spoilers. You have been warned.
Harry Who
Chapter One: The Second Coming
No one noticed that it was raining on Grimmauld Place. Well, almost no one, at any rate. It was so late, that the only person awake was a seventeen year old boy in number twelve.
Collapsed in a chair, the boy was watching over an unconscious woman. The woman, who was twenty-three, had pink, spiked hair and a heart-shaped face, was his girlfriend, Auror Nymphadora Tonks.
The boy in the chair had messy, black hair and green eyes. He looked so ordinary that you could pass him on the street without noticing, except for a scar on his forehead that looked like a lighting bolt.
But Harry Potter, that was the boy's name you see, was not ordinary. He was more of what you might call anti-ordinary. First of all he was a wizard, which is strange enough for muggles(non-magic people) like you and me. But even in the wizarding world, Harry was anti-ordinary. He was the only known person in history to have survived Avada Kedavra, the Killiung Curse.
His story began when he was only one year old. Lord Voldemort, the most evil wizard in a century, had heard part of a prophecy and believed that killing Harry would fulfill it. Voldemort went to Godric's Hallow, Harry's Home town, on Halloween night and killed Lily and James Potter. With his parents dead, Harry didn't seem to stand a chance. But when the Dark Lord cast the spell, it rebounded on him. Bereft of his body, Voldemort fled to the forests of Albania, and Harry was sent to live with the Dursleys, his relatives by blood only.
All was quiet for nearly ten years. It was then, on Harry's eleventh birthday, that Harry finally found out that he was a wizard and was to go to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. There he had met Voldemort a second time, in an attempt to steal the Sorcerer's Stone. Had Harry not defeated him, Voldemort would have used the stone to get his body back.
In Harry's second year at Hogwarts, Voldemort tried again. This time he used his memory, preserved in a diary for fifty years. He narrowly failed, and would not have if a basilisk fang hadn't been conveniently sticking out Harry's arm, which he used to stab the diary.
Voldemort remained hidden until Harry's fourth year. But when the two finally met, Voldemort got his body back. All did not go well for the Dark Lord, though. Harry escaped and told his headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, the only one that Voldemort had ever fear, that the Dark Lord had returned. Voldemort lost the element of surprise.
They fought again in Harry's fifth year, though the battle was not as significant as what was revealed afterwards. Dumbledore told Harry the full contents of the prophecy the sent Voldemort to Godric's Hallow. It stated that either Harry or Voldemort would have to kill the other. Fortunately, Voldemort was never to learn the prophecy in its entirety.
Harry did not meet Voldemort in his sixth year. Not directly, anyways. Through a series of memories Harry discovered that Voldemort had created six horcruxes, pieces of his soul contained in various objects. The horcruxes made him almost immortal, for while even one remained, Voldemort could not be killed. With two horcruxes already destroyed(including the diary from Harry's second year), Harry and Dumbledore left Hogwarts to find another one. Returning from what would prove to be a futile attempt, they found the school under attack. It was here that Dumbledore lost his life, leaving Harry alone to find the final horcrxes.
In what would have been Harry's seventh year, he hunted for the horcruxes with the of his friends, especially Tonks. During their quest, he fell in love with her and she with him. After destroying the horcruxes, Harry and Tonks fought side by side at the battle of Hogwarts.
The battle of Hogwarts. Even Harry didn't know most of what happened there. All he that knew for certain was that Voldemort and his followers, the Death Eaters had been killed, and that many, if not most, of his friends had perished. The battle over, a wounded Harry had taken an unconscious Tonks to his home, number twelve, Grimmauld Place.
After all this, one wonders how Harry stayed sane. It is no shock at all that he spent his whole wishing to be someone else. All though, right now he was wishing that Tonks would wake up. He'd hate for her to miss his death.
Harry was dying. He could feel it. He didn't care, though. He'd done what he'd set out to do. He had faced the enemy, and the enemy was dead. And he had saved Tonks. In the end that was all that really mattered.
To weak to move, he just sat in his chair. He closed his eyes. He could feel death coming. He was slipping in and out of consciousness.
A bang, a puff of smoke and a large red and gold bird appeared in number twelve. Harry, opening his eyes, recognized the bird as Fawkes, the phoenix that once belonged to Dumbledore. The phoenix, which had its former owner's uncanny ability to show up exactly when it was need, was crying on Harry.
Phoenix tears have extraordinary healing power. His strength renewed, Harry stood up.
"Thanks, Fawkes," he said patting the bird on its head, "but it's too late."
Harry went over to the desk on the other side of the room and pulled out a piece of parchment, a quill and some ink. On the parchment he wrote just two words: "We won." He folded the parchment up and gave it to Fawkes.
"Take this to Professor McGonagall."
Fawkes left in the same way that he had arrived, dropping a single tear on Tonks. Tonks, now awake, stretched and looked over at Harry.
"What happened," she asked.
"Don't you remember," asked Harry, giving her a puzzled look.
Tonks thought on it a moment. "There was this singing," finally said.
Harry, not wanting his last minutes to be depressing, answered, "That's right. I sang a song and the Death Eaters ran away."
Again, Tonks tried hard to remember. "I was at home...no, I was Hogwarts...and there this light. I can't remember anything else."
Harry glanced at his hands. Though Tonks didn't notice it, his hand were giving off a faint, yellow glow. Harry knowing the end was near, took a moment to think. He thought about how he and Tonks met, when they'd first kissed and how they had planned to go on vacation once the war was over.
"Nymphadora Tonks," he said not giving her the chance to object at the use of her first name,"I was going to take you to so many places. Barcelona! Not the muggle Barcelona, the wizard Barcelona! Fantastic place, you'll love it there!"
He had said all this very fast.
"They've got dogs with no noses," he continued, laughing at his own joke. "Imagine how many times a day you'll end up telling that joke and it's still funny!"
Poor Tonks was confused. She wasn't sure if she had had a bad day, because everything from when she went to sleep the night before up until she had woken up on the couch was a blank. Then, to top it all off, her boyfriend was carrying on like a lunatic. Deciding to play along, she asked, "Then why can't we go?"
"Maybe you'll go. And maybe I'll go, but not like this."
Tonks sat up, thinking that her day could not get any weirder.
"You're not making sense."
"I might never make sense again! I might have two heads! Or no head! Imagine me with no head - and don't say that's an improvement."
Even Tonks couldn't help but smile. His sense of humor was one of the things that made Harry so attractive to her. But her smile faded when she saw that he had become serious again.
"But it's a bit dodgy this process. You never no what you're going to end up with."
There was a flash of light and Harry doubled over in pain. Tonks, rushing over to him, yelled, "HARRY."
Harry held up his hand to stop her and ordered, "Stay away!"
Her clumsiness, coupled her sudden deceleration, caused Tonks to fall over. Picking herself up, she demanded, "Harry, tell me what's going on."
"I absorbed all the energy of the Time Vortex and no one's meant to do that. Every cell in my body is dying."
Had she thought about it, Tonks probably would have asked what the Time Vortex was, but instead she asked, "Can't you do to something."
"Yeah, I'm doing it right now. Dumbledore taught me this little trick, it's sort of a way of cheating death. Except it means I'm going to change. And I'm not going to see you, not like this, not with this daft old face. And before I go-"
"Don't say that," cried Tonks. She was frightened and she was confused. And she thought her boyfriend was dying.
"Tonks," he said firmly, "before I go, I just wanna tell you, you were fantastic..absolutely fantastic. And d'you know what?"
Tonks couldn't speak all she could manage was to shake her head.
Harry answered his own question, "So was I."
Tonks smiled and Harry was engulfed in an aura off blinding, yellow light. So blinding in fact, that Tonks was forced to look away. When the light was gone and she looked back, there was a man standing had been. She was about to pull out her wand to curse the strange man, when she realized, it was Harry. Sure he had aged seven years, his scar was gone and his clothes were now to small for him. But it was definitely still Harry.
Harry, who had by noticed Tonks staring at him, said, "Hello. Ok," as he adjusted the size of his clothes and conjured a mirror.
"Same body...that's weird. So where was I? Oh, that's right. Barcelona!
TO BE CONTINUED...