Ideas for Harry Potter and DC Comic crossover:
Harry Potter son of:
Son of Atlan, First King of the Seven Seas
Son of Lily, Descendant from Salazar Slytherin, who is descendant from the Middle Peverell Brother who was a prince from the Kingdom of the Deserters.
Adopted Son of James, Descendant from Gryffindor, who is descendant from the youngest Peverell brother, who was a Prince from the Kingdom of the Deserters.
Pairing:
Harry Potter/Daphne Greengrass/?/?
Harry Potter powers:
(increased tremendous by Magic and water(1)), Magic, Manipulation of reality and mystical energy wandless, Invulnerability(1), Superhuman strength(1), Healing Factor(1), Superhuman speed (5mach speed in water), Superhuman reflexes and agility, Superhuman stamina(1), Superhuman Senses, Night and Magic vision (Mage sight), Amphibious adaptation, Marine communication, Hydrokinesis, Death (Master of the Deathly Hallows)
This is my second chapter of Atlan Tempest. I would like to thank for the positive reviews and I do hope you that this chapter is to your liking. In this chapter, Harry grows up and discovers secrets about himself and his family.
Standing on a white, Caribbean tropic beach is a young man, who just has entered its teenage years. The boy has grown from a lanky small, underfed boy to that of a tall, athletic and healthy young man. His dark, raven hair is long and untamed, with here and there with some of his hair locks sticking out that give him a handsome wild look. The boy's face is free, with the exception of two small bangs that frame his face. The boy possesses a pair of beautiful emerald bordering green eyes which stares out over the ocean. This is Harry Potter, a survivor of the S.S. Anne and for two years his survival continued on this island. His days on this island cured the boy of his mistreatment that he did undergo when living with his mother's sister. It also made the boy appreciate being alive and respecting life.
This island taught him much and he met a special someone who had a surprising link with his father. His first months, when stranded on this island, forced Harry to develop quicker in many ways. Harry at first mourned for those who had lost their lives when they invaded the ship. There was, of course, a small fraction of hope that they did survive, but after the few two months, the boy knew that he had become the sole survivor t of the cruise.
Harry quickly focused all his energy and attention to surviving and one thing else, learning about who and what he is. The boy isn't unintelligent, in fact… it is the total opposite and Harry would have easily skipped a few grades if it wasn't for his spiteful family holding him back or lying to the school and neighbors. When Harry's school had ended and the whale of a cousin and his friends start their favorite game: Harry Hunting. The Prey uses his whits and escaped his cousin by fleeing into the village library. Once safe, Harry devoured any books and their knowledge and it was astounding the Library overseer how much the boy actually could understand.
Like any child, Harry had a dream of his own treehouse. The boy after months of hard training after the discovery that there was much more to him, Harry had built himself a treehouse that once was pictured in a traveling magazine. Turning on his heel and with his back to the sea, Harry could not help to let out a smile when seeing his treehouse which almost was a complete copy of that in France Disney Amusement Park.
His eyes take in the tall, ancient tree that easily keeps him out of range for dangerous predators. The tree is seventy feet tall and its branches are spread wide and far. His treehouse has three platforms, each of them is connected with a wooden passage and rope bridges. Harry now lives for one year and a quarter in his treehouse. This dream of his became reality when the boy discovered that not only could he breathe underwater, swim faster than any creature and talk with the marine lives, because besides those gifts… there were more.
Moving his feet, Harry walks back to the place that for several months, he calls home. It was perhaps the safest place on the whole island. It was also the same place where he first built his small camp, which still stands erect at the base of the tree. As the sample of a tree, it has shown its growth. "I can remember," his attention fixed on the small camp on the ground. "When I first arrived here… small, afraid and totally lost." His emerald eyes climb along the length of the tree and arrived at the large gathering of huts. "Like a free sample, I grew into the person I am today, tall, healthy and strong." His lips stretch out into a smile and his eyes twinkled with life. "If my family could see me now, Uncle Vernon would have got a heart infarct with what how far I have come." Using nothing more than his mind, water out of the atmosphere gathers around him and lifts him up into the air and towards the central platform of his living place.
Touching the wooden floor of the platform with his bare feet, Harry moved to the entrance of his living room and pushed the door gently open. A roaring feline animal greets him, yet the boy did not feel fear. His reasons for not feeling fear is because the animal has been dead for a very long time, actual it was his first kill and a reminder that he survived the first time in the jungle. "Hello Khan," greets the boy the feline creature that lay on the ground like a carpet and with its head facing the entrance. "Did you kept a watch for me over my house?"
Harry was met with silence, something the boy expected. After all, Khan was not even alife and Harry had skinned the animal to keep it as a reminder and trophy. His eyes turn from the death feline animal to the table which stands just slightly out of the center of the room, a hammock hangs from the ceiling and close to the window. A wooden cabinet stands in the right corner and space was filled with scrolls and books Harry had found through the two years that he had lived on this island. Harry walks to his table, picking a banana and a coconut from the fruit basket and then let himself fall into his hammock. His mind travels back in time to the first month since being stranded on this island.
30 days it has been since being stranded on this tropical island. In the first few days, Harry was depressing and didn't know what to do, yet all the books that Harry had read and the easily bouncing back from any situation as being a child helped him. Tears had first stained his cheeks the first day, but those stopped quickly. Tears didn't help him when living under the same roof as the Dursleys, they only brought him more pain and misery. Harry decided to make this situation that he finds himself in a new start of his life. The days turn into a week and after two weeks, Harry had built a small camp at the foot of a very tall tree. There were some fish drying on a stick and there was a small campfire. At the foot of the tree lie a few coconuts, some bananas and some berries that were gathered in an older, holed out coconut.
For days Harry had been curious if there were more different trees with vegetable growing in the jungle and so, on a day. Harry ventured out into the wild, a stick in his hand with which he pushed some bushes apart and hoping that there was nothing dangerous hiding behind. While Harry gazed at a bush, unknown to him a feline creature was silently moving through the trees, sneaking silently from large tree branch to another tree branch until it had positioned itself above the unsuspected boy.
Harry pushed some branches aside stepped into a clearing. The clearing held soft, moist ground which contains some foot marks of many different animals. He sees hoove imprints that dominate the clearing, a few marks that Harry would have linked to that of birds, it was until his eyes lands upon a mark of a pawn that his blood began to drain from his face. His heightened hearing caught the rustle of leaves and Harry craned his neck to look up.
Fear possessed his whole body when the large predator leaps out from between the branches of the trees and lands upon him. Harry could feel the heavy weight of this creature, an animal that he had only seen in the encyclopedia of extinct animals. The creature has a feline-like body, much like that of a jaguar and was three times the sizes of a Siberian Tiger. Its fur is like the sun, and its head shares the same semblance that all feline creatures share with the exception of a pair of very large canines that moves past its mouth.
Standing upon the boy is a Sabertooth tiger, a creature long thought extinct. Its long claws were trying to cut into the boy's skin, yet it even fails in its purpose. Rising his mighty head, a loud, terrifying roar fills the jungle as the sabertooth opens its maw and its canines caught the light of the sun, reflecting the light. His head descended and the canines coming close to the boy's neck… they broke upon contact with the boys' skin.
Harry lay on his back, fear paralyzed his body. He sees the mighty predator's head descended and could see his end coming. What the boy didn't expect was that the canines broke upon contact with his skin. The boy was surprised, yet there it didn't stop as when the boy looks past the sabertooth, Harry sees a mass of water float in the air. They formed javelins that turn into ice, twenty in total and then cut through the air and buried themselves deeply into the sabertooth body. However, Harry on a sudden instinct of survival grabbed a canine that had fallen to the ground and buried that into the soft spot of the sabertooth, just beneath its head and close to the jaw… burying the predator own weapon and hitting its brains… killing the creature immediately.
Returning from his memories and back to the current time, Harry finished his food and drinks before jumping out of the hammock. The boy's eyes seek out the remains of his first kill, who Harry had named after a character from the Jungle Books. Because of Khan, Harry had discovered more secrets of his body, one of them protected him against the canines and claws of the sabertooth tiger. So far Harry knows, his skin is invulnerable and can withstand any predator on this island which Khan proved when they first met. There were two other abilities that Harry learns about on that day.
Sitting in the jungle with a death, extinct animal beside him. Harry breathes in deeply, in and out, letting the air fill his lungs. "That was one of the most terrifying moments of my life." Whispers Harry quietly, as his chest slows down and returns to its normal pace. Standing up and carefully made his way back to the beach, only to stop a few feet away from the deadly predator. Turning on his heel and returning to the creature and crouched down, touching the skin of the animal and see if it was truly dead. Once confirmed by prodding the animal a few time, Harry grasps the front and the back legs of the sabertooth and tried to lift it. Harry gaped when the creature easily was lifted into the air until it lands on his back as if the sabertooth weight was nothing to him.
With the Sabertooth on his back and a calming heart, Harry returned to the beach. Stopping at the feet of a large tree where his camp was located. Releasing the sabertooth pawn, the dead animal lands with a dull sound on the sand. Harry turns and moved to the sea with the intention of cleaning himself from all the blood.
"During and after that confrontation, I learned that there was more to me." Harry told himself, his body moving on auto-pilot. The boy had gathered the two fangs of his first kill, sticking them into his belt around his waist. He then moves to the single cabinet in the room and picked a scroll from the planks and rolled the scroll open on the table. With some plates and cups, Harry secured the scroll so that it stays open. This scroll is actually a map of the whole island and it had several marks which were placed by Harry. The marks told Harry what he found there or if the place is good for the hunt, but on the map was one place that his special person could be found most of the time.
On the map was a drawing of a waterfall, yet there was something disturbing about the image. This disturbance was a giant tentacle that parts the waterfall. Harry looks at this image, having heard the story of her many confrontations with this gatekeeper that prevent anyone to leave this dimension. His sister, yes, Harry discovered that he had family besides the Dursleys. A pureblood relative from his father's side. She is like him, like his father and himself. Like me, she could move fast in the water, breath where no surface dweller could. Like me, she could control the water. My sister taught me how to uses my heritage, I can remember it clearly as if it was yesterday.
I stand there in the water, waiting for my instructions from my sister. My sister is the banished Queen of Atlantis, her name is Atlanna. When we met for the first time, she could feel our connection through the Clear, or sometimes this is called The Blue, is a force which connects and pervades all aquatic life and oceanic themed elements. Atlanna told me about our father, King Atlan who upon his death joined the Parliament of Waves.
The Clear told her as her connection to the Blue was stronger than mine, for now. But this story is for another time, for now, I was still waiting for my sister's instruction to control the waves. "Breath in the fresh air of the sea, brother." Harry heard his sister's voice. "Feel the waves crash against you. The power of the sea can be gentle… or terrifying!" A huge wave grew in front of him and with its strength pulls the boy off his feet and washed him ashore. "Those are parts of the Clear." She finished.
Harry rolls on the sand and to his chest before pushing himself back to his feet. He spurted water and sand out of his mouth and cast a heated glare at his sister. "Was that necessary?" Asks the boy.
"Not really but it brought across the message, right?" Atlanna said, mirth clearly dancing in her eyes. "The surface world is at the mercy of the sea and any moment it can change. This world surface is seventy-five percent only water. You have seen and felt the power of water, they can be gentle or they can bring destruction like I just did with you, dear brother. Stand Harry, I want you to feel the waves..." Her brother reluctantly returns back into the water. "Concentrate your powers into the center of your body… most imagine that the center of your mass is at the height of your stomach, just below your belly button."
Harry concentrated on the center of his body, he could feel something slumber there. It feels warm, wild and it felt as if he found a missing part of his body. Unknown to Harry, his emerald eyes flared with power, glowing eerily as power seeped out of them like whisps. "Good Harry. That was very fast in locating your powers… now hold them and let the Clear guide you." The boy could feel his sister uses her own powers in calling a tidal wave and sent it towards him. His senses could tell him how close the waves come by the seconds and when it nearly reached him, Harry pushed out his hands with palms open and pushed. For a few seconds he held the wave at bay, sweat pouring down his skin and then the strength left his body and Harry collapsed into the water.
Panting, Harry lies exhausted in the water. Letting his body rest and enjoy the seawater that surrounds him. The boy felt fingers wrap around his wrist and then was pulled along to the depth of the ocean as his sister guide him into the ocean. Harry tilts his head slightly to look at his sister. "How did I do?"
"Incredible! You were incredible Harry for holding that long against a tidal wave. Especially for someone that has no prior training." Atlanna turns her head to Harry and smiled. "I could feel your connection with the Clear when you focused on your center. When I felt that, I knew that you could hold yourself against my tidal wave. It brought sweet memories back to me."
Harry listened to his sister, smiling the whole time. "What memories?"
"From our father, Atlan the King who United all the Seven Kingdoms and who had become the first Clear user and King of the Seas," Atlanna responded, before she continued. "Just like you, our father taught me the same way as we had done previously. I stood there at the beach, watching and feeling the waves that he sends towards me. Just like me, our father sends a bigger tidal wave which I could hold for a moment before losing my strength. Those were times when Atlantis was still reachable for the surface world."
"What happened, sis?"
"War, brother. The war happened that sunk Atlantis to the bottom of the ocean and sixty percent of our people perished and the remaining survived and adapted to the sea." Atlanna told her brother sadly. They swim together, Atlanna laughed when Harry offered her a beautiful shell with rainbow colors, and Harry smiled when seeing his sister return back to her normal self.
Harry turns around in his hut, looking at everything and glanced for the last time on the shell that he had gifted his sister. Reaching out for his trident and hold it firmly in his hand, Harry could feel the sea, yet it also felt unfamiliar like a stranger. "This would be the third time I would leave a place that I lived for a long time. My time with my birth parents, I sadly cannot remember them. As for my time with them, they did not love me, nor did I them… we were strangers and to me, it felt more like a prison. This..." casting one lasting glance around his living room before closing the door behind him and moved out of the tree. "Will always be my home. I met here my sister and she taught me much about myself and our family."
Dashing through the thick wilderness of the jungle, sprinting past sabertooths, birds and several other animals. Many of them I had hunted for my own survival, others I fought to increase my own skills and sometimes I fought to survive the day. My feet lands on a fallen tree and I ran towards the top and launched myself into the air. Spreading my arms I fell through the air and towards the river below me. Diving into the water and let himself be dragged along with the flow of the river, enjoying his moment of peace for now. Because after this, Atlanna and I might never return one way or another. Slowly the roar of the falling water grew in strength and then Harry was pushed over the edge of the river and down the waterfall. Rolling in midair and landing in a crouch at the last moment on his feet. "But now my family needs me. My sister needs me… she wants to see her lover again and her son, and I… I want to meet them, my extended family."
"You will, brother." Atlanna retorted with a smile, which vanished quickly when she turned her eyes to the waterfall. "After we defeat the Karathen."
Harry too turns on his heels, now staring at the waterfall with narrowed eyes. "Atlanna, you trained me… taught me a lot about our people. We are Atlanteans, yet when you heard me tell you about my gift of speaking with the marine life. You suddenly felt more… assure of us succeeding in surviving."
In a deep cavern just behind the waterfall, there are secrets buried. These secrets are protected by the gatekeeper. A creature that even the Atlantean people call a Myth. This creature has been known by many different names. The Kraken. Poseidon Beast. Akkorokamui and all these creatures have one thing alike… giant and powerful tentacles that are strong enough to sink ships. This is the gatekeeper that stands between Atlanna and Harry's freedom… but what secrets are hidden in the depth of this cave and are they strong enough to defeat the Karathen.