Fem! Harry Potter or rather Anastasia Reva Potter discovers the truth behind her connection to Voldemort. All it took was a little green light to the face and a long wait for him to follow her to Limbo...
Anastasia–Resurrection and Tom–Twin the resurrection of the twins Riva and Marvolo.
There was nothing. No sensation. No feeling. No thoughts. Just green. A green light that shines so brightly from the killing curse that hit Anastasia's body and then her vision went black. Black nothingness everywhere. It felt hollow. It felt empty.
Then suddenly bright unblemished pure sterile white without any source of light shone behind her eyelids and Anastasia Potter slowly opened her eyes peering up at the whiteness above. Everything was so... white and nebulous the place surroundings still not completely formed. The more she looked however and the more she realized, there was something extremely familiar about the place she was in. It looked like King's Cross Station. A very clean, deserted King's Cross Station.
Back in the forest, Voldemort appears to have collapsed at the same time Anastasia did. He too appears in the white King's Cross Station though smaller and... scalier? Anastasia didn't think it was possible but it seemed here in this strange pure version of King's Cross anything was possible.
He was roughly the size of a baby and had three horns protruding from the back of his head like a crown almost. His eyebrow ridges also had horns at the ends of them, this smaller Voldemort felt familiar to her... Not because he was Voldemort but because of something else she couldn't quite put her finger on. He also had a nose though it was more draconic in appearance... actually now that Anastasia thought about it he reminded her a lot of a more humanoid version of the Hungarian Horntail she had to face during the Tri-Wizard-Tournament. Only purple and grey.
It wasn't lost on her that she too appeared to have gone through some kind of transformation upon her arrival in the Limbo—she knew she was dead yet she didn't really feel dead, —Her hair was still raven black and cropped short but it was now covered by a strange hat with earlike protrusions on the top that was grey in colour with a tuft of fur at the bottom of the hat that matched her hair. Oh, and she was at least half her height so just as Voldemort had, she seemed to have shrunken a great deal too.
Speaking of the bane of her entire existence... he was currently curled in a ball on a bench—how she knew it was him in the first place was due to the feeling she would get when he forced a vision on her or invaded her head had come with him as he followed her to limbo—not too far from her. He seemed rather peaceful now when he wasn't plotting to kill her. She was tempted to pet his scale head but refrained and instead cleared her throat alerting him to her presence and causing him to fall from the bench. She stifled a giggle.
Voldemort grumbled and glared at her with his unsurprisingly red eyes and she wondered briefly if hers we're still green with all of these strange changes. Her musing was broken when the grumpy little dragon-wizard spoke in a squeaky voice. Anastasia bit her lip to stop herself from laughing it was so bloody cute!
"What do you want? Can't you see I was enjoying my eternal rest in this... whatever it is? Well?" He sneered up at her in contempt and she could hear the sarcasm when he said he was enjoying his stay in limbo, a sharp tooth poking out of his mouth. She was by now drawing blood with how hard she was biting her lip why did he have to be such a cute dragon?
She shuffled uncertainly when his eyes narrowed up at her. "What do we do now? I mean do we stay here forever as some kind of punishment or are we supposed to be waiting for something?" She asked her. Former? Enemy taking a seat on the bench next to his vacated spot watching him closely as he climbed back up. Resisting the urge to help him, the Dark Lord most likely wouldn't appreciate it as prideful as he was.
He sighed when he eventually returned to his spot on the bench his red eyes were fixed on the train tracks in front of them. "As loath as I am to admit it, Potter... I have no idea. With all that I have done, I wouldn't be surprised if my eternal punishment was listening to you nag me for an answer I don't have." Anastasia gaped at the dragon that was Voldemort in shock.
He who had pursued her death for the entirety of her life was giving up. The most determined person she knew(besides Hermione)was throwing in his towel. She didn't really know what to say to him she wanted to be mad at him for giving in but it seemed as if Limbo didn't allow negative emotions.
Speechless she turned to face the tracks after a long silence. That was interrupted with the appearance of two new figures who resembled them a fair amount. To the left stood another humanoid dragon just as purple as Voldemort the only difference being the number of horns on their head where the Dark Lord had five if she counted his eyebrows, this Dragon had two large thick horns protruding through a curtain of black hair and black eyebrows that seemed to be drawn in a neutral expression. His red eyes were fixed on both of them as far as she could tell.
On the older Dragons right stood a. Blue? A blue-skinned humanish woman whose hair was as white as a Malfoy's and eyes as green as hers are-were? she didn't know if they were still green having no reflective surface to check. Anastasia let her eyes linger on her head, it wasn't because her hair was white, she had seen many platinum blonds in Hogwarts to find that abnormal. No, it was the wings. Yes, wings, that were on her the top of her head on either side flowing with what she assumed to be energy of some sort or of pure magic.
Not so surprisingly the first to actually speak was the Dark Lord himself. "And you would be?" He drawled cutely as he rolled his eyes up to meet those of the woman who looked to be in charge.
Anastasia rolled her eyes at him, of course, that would be his opening question. It seems death doesn't change one much. "What he means is may we know your names? Or maybe you could tell us why we are here? Is this some sort of punishment?" She shot off not being any more subtle than Tom was... since when was he, Tom?
The woman gave them a warm smile it made Anastasia want to cuddle into her side and ask for stories of adventure and... and were in the seven Hells did that thought come from? She hadn't ever. Ever. Had the desire to cuddle Anyone. Ever. Not even when she was a naive child with an optimistic view of the world where dreams came true if you wished for them hard enough. Then again Anastasia couldn't ever remember being that child, the Dursleys may have taken her in but they weren't her family and they wouldn't ever treat her as a part of theirs. "My children. We have come to take you home."
Anastasia blinked then shared a look with Tom his horned brows were furrowed in confusion. "My home was Hogwarts. Unless you can resurrect the dead I highly doubt you can take either of us to our home." He squeaked, was that? It was! the Dark Lord Voldemort was crying! Her thoughts stopped when she realised she was too. That was one of the many things she disliked about their connection was their empathetic link, she would bet all the Galleons in Gringotts he hated it too. Only now it was both of them who were crying out of grief not just their link, Hogwarts was the first home she had ever truly known Voldemort and Professor Snape were like her in that regard. Raised in the Muggle world, half-bloods who didn't really know love until they lost it and finding a home in Hogwarts the only place they could feel safe.
The Dragon chuckled drawing their attention to him frowns adorning their faces. "My Lady Eliatrope, I believe you have confused our Dofus Eliatropes. What my Love meant Little Dofus, is you will be returning to the place of your birth in the Krosmos. You were taken to the planet Earth in their time of need and out of necessity. If we had not you would be lost to us for your immortal lives..."
"What?!" was their combined reaction to that revelation. They were Immortal?! These people were their parents? Krosmos?
Anastasia blinked at the Dragon then the woman, Eliatrope spoke somehow still calm despite their premature outburst not allowing their apparent father to finish. "Now, now none of that my Eliatropes" she chided them before turning to the Dragon tracing a finger along his hard scaled chest making Voldemort and Anastasia cringe in disgust at the public... err the display of affection. The Dragon grinned at them over Eliatropes shoulder-baring his pearly white fangs as he wrapped an arm around her waist. "My Great Dragon... was only speaking the truth. You, both of you were our firstborn of our second dance... Stop it, you naughty scaled behemoth..." she squealed when the Great Dragon tickled her neck, making them cringe more before she continued after slapping his hands away from her and moving away from his embrace much to their relief. "... As I was saying... You were the first Dofus to hatch into the Krosmos, Riva and her Dragon twin Marvolo... That was what you were called before being reborn here as human wizards." She strained the word human drawing their attention back in when she noticed their attention wander to her cosmic lover pulling faces behind her.
Anastasia nodded processing what they had been told. "So we're Eliatropes then? If we do go with you what will happen to Earth?" worrying for the friends she left behind.
Tom was looking down at his hands he didn't really want to return to Earth even if Hogwarts was his home. If what these strangers were saying were true. Then his efforts were for nought in the first place already being immortal... "You said firstborn there are more like us then?" he asked quietly his red eyes met his twins before flicking to their apparent parents.
Neither of the newly recognised Eliatropes missed the brief wince that appeared on both of the older beings faces. Reluctantly Eliatrope nodded, "There is..."
"But..." They pressed simultaneously.
"...But, they won't awaken for some time their first home had been devastated by war, the first war is what had ended your first lives threatening the safety of your Dofus. We had to send it away, and in doing so we had indirectly caused the pair of you to be born at different ages. Splitting you apart leaving only time between you, eventually, you would have reconnected... had you been reborn under less stressful events, being born in times of war being on opposing sides of the war. You were reconnecting but slower then you should have... This does not matter now, the war on Earth is over, your Hogwarts is still standing. You must know that wars have casualties on both sides Riva, Marvolo..."
"Are you just going to call us that until we're used to it or because that's what you are used to?" Ana-err-Riva asked the pair only they didn't get an answer it seemed this meeting was over. The Great Dragon hoisted her onto his shoulders and Riva watched as Eliatrope cradled Marvolo in her arms before waving a hand in a circular motion opening what looked to be a blue hole in the fabric of the Limbo. Before stepping into it they follow not far behind though it seemed her father had a flair for dramatics and took a leaping dive through the portal with her clinging to his head squeezing her eyes shut tightly when she felt the world change. Before the feeling of falling overtook her senses and she blacked out.
Thomas/Tom-means twin. Anastasia means resurrection. Reasons for this... don't really know... but here's why they are eliatropes and dragons in this fic. One they share a strange connection; Brother wands; similar upbring with different outcomes like Yugo and Adamai; Tom leans more on neutral evil while Harry is more if a neutral good; Stasis represented by the Great Dragon is considered "evil" while Wakfu represented by the Goddess Eliatrope is viewed as "good" this is because Stasis is the energy of destruction and Wakfu is the energy of creation. The two energies are more than opposing forces, however; they are more like two forms of the same element, like Tom and Harry or the first six Eliatrope Dofus; When Wakfu is kept from flowing it transforms into Stasis, turning its potential for creation into a destructive force. Although the ideas of "good" and "evil" seem to be opposite from each other, they lie closer to each other than one may want to believe. Being good or bad is a choice, no one is born Holy or Sinful they choose to be the way they are and like the opposing forces that they are there can't be one without the other. like "neither can live while the other survives" the prophecy even says so... eheh... they have many things in common but just as many that set them apart being on two different sides of the same spectrum...
I highly doubt that help them Remi...
Shut it Grany!