Option 3rd, Year the 3rd, Prisoner of Azkaban. Scene: The final scene with the Dementors by the lake…
Harry could quite clearly see himself laying on the ground being surrounded by the creatures made wholly of fear-inducing mental trauma. They were likely going to suck out his soul if his father did not show up as he did last time, but then it struck him.
It was never his father whom had saved him. It was himself. The temporal physics of the situation made Harry's head spin trying to comprehend them before he discarded the thought of understanding them while whipping out his wand to cast the one spell he knew to drive Dementors away.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Harry's few happy memories flitted through his mind until he found one of suitable strength to power the spell as much as he knew was needed. It was the thought of when Sirius had offered him a home away from the Dursleys and their relatively silent contempt of him.
A white form flew from his wand in the form of a massive stag, glowing white with the strength of the memory powering it and the happiness it instilled in its creator, though dimmed by the immediately following let-down in which Pettigrew had escaped. The shadows crept into the form as it raced around Harrys past-self before, having driven away the Dementors, the shadows took on a softer feeling to them, almost welcoming and calm. Harry could easily hear the waves of the Great Lake lapping at its shores and it reminded him of vast oceans, even though he had never seen them. It was disconcerting in a distant fashion, for the glow had returned. Not white this time, but golden and bright, shining form Harry's forehead. Disappearing as he knew he needed to, Harry retreated into the woods, hoping that the trees would block out the golden light shining all around him.
Hermione was at a loss for words. She could not comprehend what was happening as the light shining from one of her best friends was so much stronger than a simple Lumos spell, and she didn't think people could actually add color to the light without adding…
Hermione's thoughts were somewhat predictable. Harry, on the other hand, was at war with himself at the moment. He could not quite get his head around the sights before him. He saw the ebb and flow of the magic around him, lines of power that coiled around the landscape and interwove with themselves to form a loose mesh in the space around him. He could see his own magical power with ease, flowing off of him and into the world aorund him, making it more vibrant and more…
Real.
There was no better word for it, really. The area around him seemed to be made more solid, as though something was trying to eat away at the very foundations of the universe, but something was stopping it in its tracks. Harry could easily see the spot of darkness that clung to him like a limpet before a small bit of his power wrapped itself around the shard of darkness and devoured it. A small bit of power filtered into Harry's body, he could easily feel himself get a little refreshed from it, but felt disgusted with himself for seemingly unknowingly taking that kind of darkness into himself.
Part of him, a part he'd never known he had until that moment, sopke to him in his mind, whispering secrets of the universe, his divine Mandate to rule Creation and of the sheer reality warping power of magic.
The weight of Harrys new power seemed to press down on all things around him before retreating back into the depths of his soul, sitting just beneath the surface. It felt good. Warm and comforting while still being boiling and ready to act…
Just as the Evening Sun holds back the night, it is the task of the Twilight Caste to educate the ignorant in all forms of learning, scholarship and craft.
As Harry saw Sirius again, getting ready to ride Buckbeak off into the sunset, he couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen and if he'd ever get the chance to take up Sirius' offer of a place to live that wasn't with the Dursleys…
AN: This one was a bit strained. Had a bit of trouble thinking of what type of exaltation would actually come up in that moment, but Twilight won out, since magic-y magic is magical and all that.
As for Tonks in the last chapter, Who the hell else would be a Lunar If not a Metamorphmagus? I was operating under the assumption that Tonks was a little younger than is popularly accepted, so meh I guess.
Anyone got any ideas? Any thoughts you wanna see done? Bring them up! I'll write out a short little piece for any I can find a reason to do so for… Also, any other Exalted x-overs you want to see done, please let me know and I'll look into it.
Reviews are accepted, but please remember, none of this crap is Beta'd.
