The first thing to go from his memory was his name, his identity. However, despite his memory depleting as fast as he tried to remember things, he never quite lost his perception or his curiosity.
The white expanse was as clean as a hospital, extending in all directions. Each footstep forward, he knew he was walking across something akin to a floor. Yet he could not make anything out. It was just a blank canvas, waiting for someone's fingers to mold and shape it to their will. But when he stretched his own hand out, aching to touch something, he couldn't feel a thing. Something inside of him wept at the absence of anything substantial, something solid.
Yet, there was something that he couldn't quite remember about the area. Every time he moved, even a twitch of a finger, remembering became even harder. Memories of red-haired boys and bushy-haired girls slipped away from him. And when he became aware of it, they would go even faster.
He sat down on the ground, fiddling with his pale fingers and watching the white expanse in rampant curiosity. Where was he again? Somewhere white, somewhere that he kept wandering around and trying to touch things.
The palms of his hand itched, and he stared down at them in open fascination. He hadn't felt this so far! What was that kind of sensation? His palms prickled again, expanding to his fingertips and the backs of his hands. Fingers twitching and idly scratching at the prickling sensation, he became aware that it was slowly moving up his wrists and was somewhere near his elbows at the point.
It was getting faster, sinking even deeper into his skin and spreading further all over his body. He had to frown at this, pulling his hands through his mess of black hair and trying to figure out the cause of his tingling body. His feet were starting to hurt, the tingling getting worse as he sat down more on his feet.
It was almost like he was losing the feeling in his limbs, like when he sat down for a long period of time and just stared at the white, tracing patterns with his eyes. And- well- just tried to think of anything. It was a wonder he could even think of thoughts, but sometimes there were episodes where his mind blanked and he forgot what he was thinking of.
Memory was funny like that.
-dian.
He jolted at the word, blinking owlishly at his lap and pausing in mid-scratch. What?
-ardian!
He sat up straight, spine cracking slightly as he flicked his gaze around.
-ake up, Guardian!
Guardian? What was a guardian? Gaaaaaar-diiiiii-eeeehn. He tested the word out with his mouth, over-extending the vowels in his piqued curiosity.
Something in his chest twanged and for a moment his vision went as white as the expanse, not even showing his hands as he was jolted and-
Oh.
His eyes fluttered slightly as his area of affect was abruptly drowned in utter blackness, making him flail slightly in fear.
"Guardian, you're awake!"
What?
How did he- Oh. His eyes flew open in surprise and for a moment he just stared around him, drinking in the surroundings and his mind going completely silent. The sky above him was blueblueblue, dotted with white streaks- clouds-
"Hey! Guardian! Eyes to me!"
At the words, his eyes flitted towards a little white… star… shaped... thing. It's voice was accented slightly, a robotic kind of masculine that lilted upwards oddly in random spots.
"Whhhoo…" He blinked in surprise as his voice came out audibly into an extremely raspy, slightly deep tone. "Who are you? What are you?"
It's little blue eye blinked, and it dipped slightly as if giving a large sigh. "I'm a Ghost. Actually, your Ghost. I've been looking for you for a long, long, loooong time."
Okay that's weird. "I…" he paused slightly. "Uh, where am I."
The 'Ghost' whirled around, peering around the rubbles of large gray stone and giving an odd sort of metallic wheeze. "It seems like we're in Scotland, a place we lost ages ago to the Fallen." It blinked oddly at him, another metallic wheeze shaking its frame. "We shouldn't be here. Attempting to contact nearest Guardian for evacuation."
The white plating of its metal frame glinted oddly in the sun's rays, clear among the dark grays and browns of the environment. As it seemed to blink slightly and flit around like an angry bird, he looked around his body with some curiosity. Glancing down to his fingers, he could feel his lips twitching upwards in an odd muscular motion. He once more looked around, wobbling unsteadily to his feet and settling his gaze on the ruins of an enormous building in front of him. A.. castle? He blinked owlishly at it, an odd feeling of sadness weighing down his limbs as he observed the facilities.
Inhaling the cool air greedily, he switched his attention to the dark trees littering the background behind the immense castle and the glittering dark blue-gray of the lake next to it. What even was this place? He paused for a moment to just revel in the clarity of the situation, the crispness of the air a balm to his soul.
The Ghost let out a metallic buzz of irritation, swooping down among the dead grass and bumping lightly against a spare piece of stone. He flicked a questioning gaze to the little mech, squatting and running his hand through the turf.
"The area is still spotty after all these years?" It muttered, it's light flicking over the stone building as irritation thrummed through its mechanical voice. "Frickin' magicals and their stupid wars."
At the word 'magicals,' something in him prickled uneasily at the word. "Magicals?" he queried with some uncertainty, wondering why it sounded so familiar.
"An extinct race of humans who practically destroyed their own population after a series of wars after one and another." the Ghost replied, its light staring steadily at the human next to it. "First was the war with Grindelwald, next was Voldemort and a period of fourteen years of peace, then it was the non-magicals after their discovery. Such a waste of good guardians," its voice was soft, wistful. "This place was known as Hogwarts. It got bombed when the non-magicals set their sights on it as an opportunity to get rid of what they called 'pests.' Nobody survived the blast. Now? There's no magicals left." the Ghost flicked its gaze back towards him, scanning his body and chirping mechanically at him.
A/N: now this one I'm gonna complete. It's a Destiny/Harry Potter crossover and there aren't too many of those. I love the mixture of the two~ I think Harry would make for a fantastic Warlock or Hunter.