Experimental fic, an idea that popped out ages ago. Not sure if it's done before, either. This features a MagicalBeing!PureLight!Harry, and I don't even think his 'kind' exists in canon.
Pairings: None at the moment (suggestions would be good)
Warnings: Pure!Harry, AU, Dimension Travel
Summary: Harry Potter isn't a wizard. He is a Celestial - the purest beings known to wizardkind. With the war against Voldemort done, he is sent to a place where he is needed most - where he didn't exist. In that same dimension, Lily and James Potter mourn at Halloween for the anniversary of their first born's death as their war with the Dark Lord continues with little hope for the Light. But when the stars gather together, will the Light's hope be restored?
Disclaimer: I do not own, in any way, shape or form, own Harry Potter or its characters. This fanfic is purely for leisure only.
Lily followed the entirety of the staff as they headed outside to see the commotion. She didn't know what to make of the situation, really, but she can feel the importance of such a phenomenon. It felt familiar to her, though. Like she had read it in a book, which was a big probability.
"For the stars to act like this, something unearthly will surely happen," Professor Sinistra had muttered beside her.
The Potter matriarch couldn't ignore the strange feeling her heart was giving her. Something was tugging her instincts, that this – whatever this was – is something important. And against her wishes, hope was budding inside of her, waiting to bloom any moment now.
James Potter clenched her hand from her side.
They arrived outside the castle, curious students milling around muttering, wondering. The stars had not moved a single bit, and every single one of the Hogwarts inhabitants only had one question in their minds.
'What was going on?'
From the corner of her eye, Lily saw Hagrid approaching the Forbidden Forest. She was almost floored when she saw the centaurs just peeking from behind the trees – they were never this close to the border. To add to her surprise, unicorns could be seen, too, along with light fairies Lily didn't know inhabited the forest. She wasn't the only one to notice, too.
But a cry from a fourth year Hufflepuff was what caught everyone's attention.
A pure white light streamed down from the stars to the ground just meters in front of the crowd. Scattered twinkling lingered about, and Lily could feel a strong pull of magic in the middle of the starry phenomenon. In the middle of the small chaos, she could already see a definite outline of a young man.
"Headmaster…" Lily looked at the old man's blue eyes, and found shock and recognition written all over his face. "Do you know what that is?" She asked, referring to the figure.
He ignored her, though, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. "By Merlin…" Dumbledore let out an awed breath. "Impossible…" He seemed to know what was happening, but made no notion of explaining at the moment. No one said anything.
"Profess'r," Hagrid panted from his haste, coming back from his chat with the Forbidden Forest's creatures.. "The centaurs 're sayin' it's One Brou't From the Stars or somethin', yeah! Ya think it's tru'?"
The students were silent as they waited for the Headmaster's reply, but not tearing their eyes away from the beauty of the lights in front of them.
"It is." The former Transfiguration professor simply replied, nodding twice. "The One Brought from the Stars…"
Confused and Intrigued whispers flowed across the crowd, but it was quickly silenced by the sound of a phoenix.
Fawkes soared through the sky, having sensed the completely Light – but very slightly tainted – magic from the Headmaster's office. She stopped to perch herself over at her bonded's shoulders, her head bowing in respect to the Being before them all.
And the stars dispersed like shattered glass, faint sparkles surrounded Hogwarts' grounds. In the middle of the grass where the stars used to be above of, was a huddled form of a young boy, clad in what looked like a torn and well worn Hogwarts' uniform. A faint outline of something wing shaped could be seen attached to his back, but that soon disappeared in a blink of an eye. Around the figure lay a number of pure white, glistening feathers.
A light October breeze did nothing to disturb the sight, only to enhance the breathtaking vision before them.
The figure stirred, and Lily felt her heart jump to her throat in anticipation. She stopped breathing when the young man turned around and stood.
She faintly registered the awed gasps from the rest of the crowd, and the redhead's hand squeezed James' a little bit more. Before her was a younger carbon copy of her husband, only with the greenest eyes she had ever seen and a trace of a lightning bolt scar shyly peeking from the dark haired boy's fringe. He was beautiful, though Lily could feel a tinge of sadness in his aura. She could not explain why, but she felt the need to take that sadness away immediately, and make the boy smile.
But by Merlin, he looked so much like what she imagined Harry would be! The strange feeling of hope fluttered in her chest, and she cried desperately to the Fates that that hope would not be crushed. She couldn't even try to hate herself for being so naïve, thinking that this was her long dead son. But something told her, screamed at her, that this was him. Her maternal instincts were kicking in, all for this mysterious boy she had not even met.
Lily didn't even know what she would do if she was wrong.
"The One Brought from the Stars, Born the Most Light and Pure." Dumbledore greeted the young man gently. Lily figured that he must at least have an inkling of what was going on, for him to greet the boy so formally, and with a strange title.
The boy only smiled faintly however, as if expecting the greeting, with a hint of resigned sadness lining his lips. "That I am, Albus Dumbledore."
The professors startled, surprised that this ethereal-feeling man knew their Headmaster.
But the Headmaster nodded, seemingly unsurprised that the stranger knew his name. "May I inquire as what is your birth name, Star Born?" The title was a formality out of anything else, basic etiquette when dealing with an unnamed being of his kind (if the Headmaster's suspicions were correct).
The boy lightly grinned at what he was addressed as. "You may." Again, the soft melodious voice replied almost wistfully as his bright emerald eyes scanned the students and professors of Hogwarts.
"Then I ask, what is your name, Star Born?"
Lily didn't know what to make of the current situation. Dumbledore was obviously keeping something about the boy from them, particularly where he came from, and possibly what he really was. She could see the centaurs', unicorns', and fairies' respect for the green eyed man, if her bowed heads were anything to go by. Even Fawkes showed reverence to him, which was no simple feat.
When the boy's eyes met Lily's, the redhead froze unexpectedly, and so did James from beside her. The boy paused, and Lily was slightly unnerved by his intense gaze. His eyes held a spark of hope and joy, as Lily's was at the moment, to her protest. The redhead's other hand found James' arm quickly, and she could feel her husband's subtle trembling from beneath her hands. She knew he could see the eerie similarities between them, and only one person in the world could look so much like him, but have her eyes.
Lily desperately wanted to crush that blossoming hope in her heart, before she gets hurt and end up breaking down.
"My name," His voice was almost a mere whisper, but everyone could hear it through the gentle wind. Green eyes remained gazing at the Potter couple. "Is Harrison." At that, he gave a small, but wider smile than before. Despite his ragged clothes, the boy looked vibrantly beautiful – even surpassing the attractive veela kind. "Harrison James Potter. Harry."
To say everyone was surprised was an understatement. They were simply floored at the revelation, and many glanced at the Potters for their reaction. Roselyn Lillian and Jamie Orion Potter were as shocked as the rest of their schoolmates, if not more. Lily and James, however, went drastically pale and stared incredulously at Harry. No one could blame them. After all, everyone knew that Harry Potter had died on this day, sixteen years ago.
"Impossible." Roselyn – or Rose, as she preferred to be called – breathed. In a moment, she was quickly making her way through the crowd, her younger brother just behind her, to step beside her parents. She stared with worried eyes at her parents, whose sight was fixated at the figure before them. Never in her fifteen years had she seen them so affected like this. "Mum, Dad…"
Harry gazed forlornly at his 'parents.' He should have expected that without him, they would have been alive. He could even see what would have been his younger siblings. He gave a bitter smile, wondering if he would even be welcomed into the family. After all, Harry wasn't really their son, only a mirror image from another world. Just the thought of it, however, left a hollow feeling in his chest, and Harry winced at the pain felt from it.
With a small sigh, he shuddered at the chill he was feeling, and let his tired eyes close for a moment. The travel between dimensions definitely took a toll on him, and now Harry was exhausted, magically and emotionally. To finish one war, just to be thrust into another wasn't an actually fun prospect, but it was his duty, what he was brought to do.
And it was fine that way.
He belatedly realized that his eyes were still closed, and his legs felt like giving out any second now. It only took another wave of magical exhaustion before he fell to the ground in a dead faint, unconscious before his knees touched Hogwarts soil.
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It was James who got to him first, to Lily's surprise.
She had thought that James would have shut the boy away, accusing him to be a Death Eater or impostor, the moment he pronounced to be Harry. It was his character, no matter how she thought about it. So when she saw behind teary eyes Harry falling into unconsciousness and James rushing to help the boy, Lily was reminded why she fell in love with the former Gryffindor in the first place.
In James' arms, Harry lay somewhat peacefully in a deep slumber. Lily thought that he would have been exhausted, coming from wherever he came from. But his origins were the last thing on her mind, because right now, Harry was here.
One look at her husband, and Lily could tell that James thought of the same thing.
"He's Harry." James whispered to her as they, along with the other professors, walked toward the infirmary. The rest of the student body, and their children, were sent up to the dormitories after the rare event. "I could feel it, Lily, in my heart. No matter that it's impossible that he's alive. You can't make a father feel these things I'm feeling, Lily. You just can't. I know I'm supposed to be suspicious, to be cautious, but the ill feelings are not there. They're just not there. So you have to believe in me. He's our son."
Lily choked with a long forgotten feeling of brimming happiness. "I believe you, James."
From in front of them, Dumbledore's eyes twinkled and a small, sad smile was hidden beneath his white beard.
The amount of alerts were encouraging. : ) Reviews would have been better, and I thank those that did tell me what they thought of the first chapter.
Also, I'm wondering if you guys would like a pairing? If so, suggestions are welcome.
Comments, Reviews, Suggestions are encouraged.