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.
Harry was tucked in and put to rest in a bed at one end of the infirmary. Curtains surrounded the figure to ward off unwanted, curious students. No doubt, the boy would be a hot topic for a few days.
"Headmaster…" Lily started, uncertainly. The entirety of the staff was in Dumbledore's office, out of the old man's request. "Where did he come from?"
Albus stood behind his desk, pacing a few steps at a time. He paused at her question and merely smiled serenely. "From the Stars, of course, my dear."
From the back of the room, Snape snorted.
James shot a dirty look at the Potions Master, before turning his determined gaze at Albus. "How? It's not that I'm not happy that he's here, but Harry's supposed to be dead! You can't simply bring the dead back to life, even with magic! We… Lily and I… we buried his body sixteen years ago!" His voice faltered slightly when he spoke the last statement. "So how is it that he came 'from the Stars'?"
"He is not from here."
That mere sentence made the whole room still with confusion. It was Minerva McGonagall who broke the silence. "What do you mean, Albus?"
The aged Headmaster sighed. "Do any of you know the Legend of the Celestial?"
A number of the elder staff gasped at Dumbledore's mention of the old tale. The ones from the younger generation, however, made no signs of knowing what it was.
"Legend of the Celestial…?" James murmured uncertainly, his eyes furrowed in thought. "I've never heard of it…" He looked over to his wife, and saw that she too was unfamiliar with it.
Professor Sprout nodded, unsurprised. "That's not a big shock. The school stopped telling its story over forty years ago. The Board of Governors at that time found no use of telling the students about a long time Legend that they thought untrue."
"Quite right." Dumbledore nodded. "The Legend goes back a thousand years ago, when the first Celestial supposedly fell into the mortal world. Celestials are like the muggle Archangels, saviors in every right, you see. Only they are not very common. There are probably only about two recorded Comings of a Celestial over the past millennium. Also, there are two kinds of Celestials that can be born – a Dark one, or a Light one. This necessarily doesn't mean much, only that their magic is more in tune with their kind, Dark for Dark, Light for Light. Dark Celestials are rarer, and look less agreeable than Light Ones, though. Either way, they are still regarded as one of the highest pure beings. Every creature respects them highly, as you saw how the creatures of the Forbidden Forest reacted.
"The first Celestial fell in an all-magical settlement here in Scotland, in the backyard of a well-liked man and his two lady friends. At that time, his kind had never been heard of before, much less seen. The wizarding community was just starting to develop and was wary of non-magical folk, too. Hogwarts had not even been built yet. But the man took in the Celestial to heal, and both became immediate friends. The Celestial explained to the man and ladies what he was, and why he was sent to the mortal world. It appears that he was a Dark Celestial, with a charming personality that was cunning and ambitious. Apparently, his duty was to help the magical world be ready for the next generations, so that they would be able to live a fruitful life."
"Wait a minute." Lily's eyes were wide in recognition. "All-magical settlement here? You mean Hogsmeade?"
Albus beamed. "Why, of course, Lily. I see you've put together the pieces. So it won't be such a harm to hint that the three helped the Celestial in his conquest, and they ended up building a school for young witch and wizards. After all, why not help the magical community develop with a magical school?"
The redhead gaped at the knowledge bestowed upon her. "Cunning and ambitious… You don't mean – Salazar Slytherin was a Celestial?!" James started beside her in shock, and Snape pulled himself up together before anyone noticed his surprised stumble.
"Yes. Albeit a Dark one, he was a Celestial nonetheless. He had good intentions, I'm sure. Only his image was blotched when he had to leave so suddenly to either return home or to jump into another dimension to continue his task in other universes." The white bearded man chuckled. "I've heard that the entire conflict between Godric and Salazar was a hoax to keep people from asking what happened to him. They planted the rumors themselves, that Salazar was becoming a Dark Lord and that he hated muggles and muggleborns. A conspiracy, I tell you, and quite ingenious, despite it having its drawbacks. He always had to leave his only son behind, dimension after dimension, I heard."
Minerva coughed, wanting to get straight to the point. "So with this, Albus, you're saying that… This Harry Potter, he is a Celestial?"
"One from another world, or dimension, too, if you will." Albus nodded. "You must understand that there can only be one Celestial in all dimensions at a time. It would be safe to say that the Harry here was destined to die, just to make way for the Harry that had been born and lived as a Celestial. He would have been sent here from his original world to continue on his duties."
"But… if Salazar Slytherin had only fallen, why was Harry born to James and I?" Lily asked, her eyes dancing with confusion and worry.
"A rare case, I suppose. Maybe as a baby, his task was already in motion. We would need to get a clear story from the boy, first though, before jumping into conclusions." The old man trailed off, popping in a lemon drop in his mouth and humming a random tune.
Lily and James stared at each other, silently challenging their spouse to think any differently about their newfound son after this revelation. Neither met any opposition from the other. Harry was still Harry. Their son.
In the infirmary, Harry Potter let out a peaceful sigh in his sleep, but remained still.
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When Lily and James Potter were no where to be seen during breakfast the next morning, whispers naturally broke out.
Neville sat with his two best friends, Ron and Hermione, in the Gryffindor table with a sigh of relief. For once, the students were not talking about him much. It was a welcomed change, though he was sorry for the boy who would undoubtedly attract unwanted attention as soon as he woke up.
From across him, Hermione shut the book she held with a quick 'snap!' The Head Girl huffed in disappointment. "I haven't found anything yet about what happened last night!"
Neville grinned at his friend, and Ron waved her comment off as he chewed on his eggs. "Don't worry about it too much, 'Mione. It's only been what, a few hours since you started searching?" The Weasley tried to console his studious girlfriend.
"But still – " The beginnings of an oncoming rant were cut off when a frustrated exclamation broke out at the other end of the Gryffindor table.
"For the last time, I don't bloody know! So stop bothering me about it!" The irate voice of Jamie Orion Potter rang throughout the Great Hall. The youngest Potter's cheeks were flushed in anger at the questions people kept shooting him since the moment he woke up. He stood up abruptly, and dashed through the doors of the hall without any backward glance. His friends had the decency to look guilty at their blatant interrogation when Professor McGonagall shot them a stern look. Rose Lillian Potter made no move to chase her younger brother to berate him – a sure sign that she too felt the same as Jamie.
The young Longbottom was empathic to their anger. Many times did he also face annoying questions due to his status as the Chosen One. He, himself, wasn't exactly confident that he was the One of the Prophecy. He wasn't particularly a good leader, nor was he talented in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Rather, he was more of a Herbology person, and dreamed to be a Healer much like his mother.
When the bell rang to signal the end of breakfast, Neville couldn't help a fleeting urge to visit the mysterious boy from last night.
Perhaps later.
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Jamie Orion Potter was a third year that inherited his father's black hair, albeit made straight by his mother's genes; almond-shaped hazel eyes, only with perfect eyesight from his mother, also; and facial features that was an attractive mix of Lily and James. He was the new Gryffindor Seeker - and was bloody proud of it – and had friends from every House except Slytherin, obviously. He was the most popular boy of his year, being a likeable guy and so completely Light in alliance.
He was also very annoyed at the moment.
The whole entire day was a sore, and he was glad that his last period was over. He can breathe in and relax now. He hoped.
Everywhere he went, mentions of his 'brother' came right back at him, and his throat would always go dry. He never did meet him, being born just about three to four years after Harry's demise at the hands of the Dark Lord. The first time he heard about him was when he innocently asked about the abandoned room in the west side of Godric's Hallow. He could remember his father's pained face, and his mother's surprised choked sob at the mention of it. Later, his Uncle Moony told him about a vibrant young baby boy that everyone liked, his older brother, Harry. And ultimately, what happened to him that Halloween of 1981.
Jamie always wondered what it would have been like to grow up with an older brother. Sure, Rose was okay, but she was a girl. Girls sometimes didn't get the deep brotherly connections two guys have. And that was what he wanted. An understanding brother, someone to have a connection to, to share secrets with.
Secrets like the fact that the Hat wanted him to be in Slytherin.
Oh dear Merlin, he was getting sappy.
He ran a hand through his dark hair – a habit from his father, he had heard – and sighed. For some reason, he found himself in front of the infirmary. The young man – Harry, he claimed to be – was in there, as Jamie had heard from a sixth year that needed a quick fix for a broken finger. He bit his lip, and shuffled his feet. Jamie briefly wondered if Madame Pompfrey was in there and if it was worth it to see his supposed brother.
As a Gryffindor, he didn't see why not.
Jamie felt terribly lucky that the Mediwitch wasn't there to swoop over him and kick him out just yet. He silently walked towards the only curtained bed in the room, over at the end of the infirmary. The moment he was just a step away from the bed, he only hesitated slightly. Taking a deep breath, he shyly peeked in behind the curtain and gasped as he saw Harry Potter close up.
Jamie had to admit, the older boy was definitely beautiful and enchanting. His pale, but glowing features, were a replica of his – their – father's, as was his shaggy black hair. But from the shoulders and arms, Jamie could tell that Harry's body form were more of Lily Potter's. And from what he could recall, Harry had his mother's bright emerald eyes. He was the only one to inherit them, after all.
A hand gently reached out to touch the Celestial's perfect, unblemished face, and the third year found himself entranced by the ethereal aura the sleeping boy was emitting. A strange feeling welled up in his chest, and suddenly, it was as if his troubles vanished without a trace. The weird hollow feeling he had had for years filled up with feelings he couldn't explain. All he knew that it was for this Harry Potter that managed to enter his family's lives.
His hand retracted moments later while his eyes continued to take up the form and face of his long lost older sibling. Jamie thought he looked so fragile, innocent, despite the fact that the robes he wore yesterday were all but shredded – a sign that he had been through a lot in some way. A resolve built up in him, a quiet determination he didn't know he possessed, and Jamie clenched his fists at his side. This young man – his older brother – someone he had not even properly met yet! He didn't understand why, but he wanted to protect him, even if Jamie was the younger of the two.
Taking deep breaths, he stalked out the infirmary with a new purpose.
Comments, Reviews, Suggestions are encouraged.
In response to the pairing - Most replies seem to be leaning more on het than slash, which doesn't bother me either way. Novus Ars brought up a sensible point that it'll be more realistic if it was someone Harry didn't know that well in his original universe. A few also mentioned a possible pairing with a magical creature OC. Other suggestions included Tonks, Hermione, and Lily. So far, though, it seems that Luna is the most popular candidate : ) A sickle for your thoughts in regards to this? (The pairing won't be much of the main thing, mind you. But it helps me plan out the plot more.)