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 sat on the edge of Harry's bed, just watching the young man before her. It had been three days since he came to their dimension, but Harry had not woken up even for a moment. The redhead was worried even after Madame Pomfrey's reassurances that it was natural for someone with magical exhaustion. The boy looked like he just came from a war, the Mediwitch had commented.
"Lily," Her husband's voice broke Lily's absentminded gaze. "It's time for dinner." She caught his eyes glancing at their son's form and she could tell that he was also worried.
The Potter matriarch nodded and stood up. She gave one last look and gently caressed Harry's smooth face before leaving the infirmary with James.
Moments after the door was shut, Harry's eyes fluttered.
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Rose Potter rolled her peas around with a fork. She sat with her friends, but was uninterested with what gossip they picked up lately. The fifth year only had one thing on her mind at the moment, and it was the question if she should visit Harry Potter anytime soon. Jamie had confronted her two days ago, telling her that he saw their long lost brother. She couldn't help but notice subtle changes in Jamie that moment, like the determined glint in his eyes, and the fond tone in his voice. Rose had never seen either before.
She didn't feel jealous, though. The young Potter had known about Harry's existence even before Jamie asked about that closed nursery. Sometimes she even wondered how it would have been like having an older brother to tease her, but knew when to be serious. Someone that would have given her wishful thoughts, stories about grand and valor, protection from the realities of the world. Someone who would have carried her when she fell from her first time on a broom, hugged her when her pet cat had died. She had wished for a brother in her many early birthdays, and it got fulfilled when Jamie was born.
But really, it wasn't the same.
Roselyn sighed quietly, frowning at her peas and carrots before taking a scoop of mashed potatoes. The spoon hadn't even touched her lips when suddenly, everyone became quiet. Curious, she craned her neck to see what was at the door. Everyone seemed to be staring at something there.
When she saw him, a breath got caught on her throat.
By the doors of the Great Hall, Harry Potter stood. He was clad not in the customary hospital gown, but what was his own previously torn white button up shirt and uniform pants, only looking as good as new. He wore no shoes, instead his bare feet meeting the cold, marble floor. Green eyes scanned the crowd curiously, and the students stared back at the beautiful stranger.
Harry shifted positions, and Rose was reminded of her father when he was feeling uncomfortable about something. The young auburn haired witch gathered that it was probably due to the numerous eyes fixated upon him. Not that she could blame the others for staring at him, of course, Rose had to admit that her supposed brother was just breathtaking.
"Ah, Mr. Harry Potter." Dumbledore moved to approach the dark haired teen. He had his grandfather smile on his face, and the twinkle in his eyes was glittering noticeably. "It's good to see you are healthy and well."
Harry blinked, and smiled softly at the Headmaster. "The stars have been shining brightly lately, Professor Dumbledore." His voice was slightly hoarse from disuse, but it was still melodious to hear. "Their light has helped me recover my magic."
Albus hummed. "So my suspicions are correct then, I assume." The old man mumbled to himself. "I'd like to speak to you later, Mr. Potter, if you don't mind?"
"It's fine, Professor."
"Then," The Headmaster enthusiastically clapped his hands together. "Please, right now, join us for dinner! You must be famished."
The green eyed teen's soft laugh filled the Hall, and everyone was entranced by him at that moment. "Thank you."
Rose's eyes widened a fraction when Jamie was first on his feet, and inviting Harry to sit with him in the Gryffindor table. Harry looked confused for a moment before his eyes shined with recognition and … sadness. The smile didn't waver, however, and accepted the youngest Potter's offer. Rose was tempted to sit over there with them too, even if she and Jamie agreed that there would be less embarrassing instances if they stayed away from each other during mealtimes.
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Harry gazed at the Headmaster's office, a wistful expression on his face. Various trinkets were scattered around, books were perched on almost every inch of the walls, and Fawkes stood regally by Dumbledore's desk. He ran a finger across the carved wood of the chair he would always sit at when he came to visit, remembering the times of his home dimension.
The staff was gathered in the office tonight, many eying the Celestial with curious stares and gazes. Lily stood by James's side, fumbling with the cloth of her robe in her nervousness. Her green eyes followed every movement her son made, memorizing and etching in her memory Harry Potter.
"Mr. Potter," Dumbledore smiled. Harry paused from his reminiscing, looking up to meet the aged wizard in the eye. "I must say first, that it is a great honor to be able to meet your kind, Celestial."
The teen's eyes slowly blinked, and he suddenly gave a soft laugh. "You have met one of my kind before, Professor. In particular, the rumored Second Celestial, the one falling after Salazar." He said. "After all, it has only been a little more than a century, since she was born like I was."
Albus looked slightly taken aback by that statement, but quickly hid his surprise. "Oh, really? I was not aware of that."
"She was a little more discreet in her status than Salazar was and I am. The only way people had known was because the stars reacted like it did a few nights ago, during the day she was born." Harry nodded, titling his head to the side just slightly. His bangs swayed in the movement, and everyone could clearly distinguish the lightning bolt scar on his forehead. "But the Higher Stars sent her to make your path to the Light, Professor. Had it not been for her, well I daresay the wizarding world would either be still perishing under Grindelwald, or destroyed completely.
"The Higher Stars give us our Celestial names, and Fate chances with our mortal names. Salazar had always been Salazar, though. I am Hadrian as a Star Born, and Harrison or Harry as a mortal. And as I am Hadrian, she was Adriane; and as I am Harry, she was Ariana…" Harry looked up as if to the Heavens before whispering the name Albus couldn't believe hearing. "Ariana Dumbledore."
The office was quiet for a few, long moments and the staff stared between the two wizards. Albus let out a shaky breath, disbelieving at the truth of his sister. "…How…Why?"
"We come here with purposes, at the time of dire need." At this, the young Potter's face formed into a resolute expression. "Salazar: to inspire the next generation of magic holders and to continue on his noble line. Ariana: to be the one to change the next Lord of Light for the better. And I: to banish the world from Lord Voldemort, else there will be the coming of the Thousand Years of Darkness. We fall into this mortal world to give hope and salvation for witches, wizards, and magical creatures alike. It was what we were set to do."
Not even a breath broke through the silence that came after Harry's words. Only when Lily asked a question nagging her was normalcy within the office regain. "If you don't mind me asking…" She was showing clear hesitancy, not sure if questioning the birth of her son was proper. At the encouraging smile and nod from the teen, however, Lily asked. "How is it that while Salazar supposedly 'fell from the sky,' while you and Ariana were given birth by mortal mothers?"
His eyes warmed as he looked at her with fondness. "It part of Fate's plans. I am tied by a prophecy made by someone Destiny had chosen. 'Born to those who have thrice defied him…,' it had said. And in my host dimension, that is, the dimension I was originally born in, my duty was already in motion the moment I was conceived in your womb. And when the time came for my first confrontation a year after my mortal birth, the love and sacrifice your counterpart gave to me enabled me to banish Voldemort temporarily. With that, I was already taking steps to ensure Voldemort's future defeat."
Lily faltered slightly. "Love and … sacrifice?" She whispered hesitantly, a small wrinkle on her forehead slightly visible. "Does that mean…?"
The Celestial looked as if he wanted to move and hold Lily's hand in comfort, as he can see the glistening of unshed tears in his mother's eyes. He merely shifted however, his eyes turning to wander around the room once more.
"I was raised by muggles my entire life, left that my aunt's doorstep in the middle of the night, just hours after Voldemort's first fall." His voice held no malice, for he could not truly despise someone, despite whatever cruel actions they have brought upon him. Harry was not capable of that, though he felt disappointment at the Dursley's. His eyes closed briefly, recalling pieces of forgotten memories of his childhood.
"Muggle relatives…" James Potter whispered, he and Lily paling at the implications. "You don't mean… Lily's sister?!" He couldn't help but scowl at the mention of his wife's only sibling.
But Harry just shrugged carelessly, not making much of a big deal about it. "They weren't exactly the most angelic people in the world, but they've provided me shelter, and that was enough." He looked down, blinking curiously at his bare feet, and idly wondering where his shoes went. He was sure he was wearing them before he passed out. He was brought out of his musings, however, at his mother's startling voice.
"Petunia?!" The redhead had managed to get her head together. "You had to stay with her?!" She frantically exclaimed, her mind unable to grasp the fact that her son – a magical being! – was sent to live with muggles! To say Lily was appalled and upset was an understatement.
"It… wasn't so bad…" Harry weakly defended the Dursleys. The sight of a slightly angry Lily was kind of intimidating. It quite reminded her of Mrs. Weasley, honestly. It must be a mother thing.
"Hmph!" Previous nervousness and apprehension at facing her son was immediately gone, her fiery nature finally kicking in place. Harry merely stared at Lily, eyes wide and eyebrows raised at her not-so-pleasant words about Petunia. James inches father away from his wife and closer to his son, an uneasy grin on his face.
"Nice to see she's back to normal, again." The older Potter weakly joked. Harry quietly laughed back.
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"Does it bother you?"
James turned in surprise to the teen beside him. Lily had gone ahead as she insisted to prepare Harry's new bed in their shared suite, and so he was walking around the corridors with the green eyed boy. "Excuse me?"
Harry ran a hand through his hair – a habit from him, James was proud to note – and glanced away for a moment. The nervousness that was not present before had surfaced, especially since he was alone with one of his parents. "Me, being here." He replied. "It's always been strange jumping dimension to dimension wherein you don't exist or died or something… That's what the other Celestials said, anyways. And well, my counterpart has been dead here for sixteen years. Then I suddenly appear the day that he died. It's not that I myself am not happy to be here, but meeting you and well…" Harry's cheeks colored when he realized that he must be rambling.
James's mouth quirked up into a smile at the Celestial's flush. The boy was definitely his and Lily's.
"I guess…" The older man said. "But hey, I'm a Gryffindor. I take what comes my way, no matter how odd or dangerous it is. Somewhat." He grinned at Harry. "And besides… That father-part of me is screaming that you're my son, from another dimension or not." With that, he reached and ruffled the boy's unruly hair and made it even messier.
"That…" Green eyes peaked from dark bangs, and a smile formed on Harry's face. "Was incredibly cheesy…"
"Oi!"
Harry's gaze suddenly flickered to where he swore he saw a shadow from the corner of his eye. It did not feel like a threatening presence, more of it was very familiar. He had no choice but to let it go for the moment, however, as he was half-dragged by a rather cheered up James to the direction of their suite.
When he was out of sight, long, blonde, wavy hair peaked out from the shadows. Luna Lovegood stared after Harry, her usually glazed eyes cleared like a cloudless sky. She had a dreamy smile on, her hands fingering the wall in front of her. To no one in particular but maybe herself, she uttered quiet words.
"Harry Potter… You have finally come."
Comments, Reviews, Suggestions are encouraged.
psicat76 had an interest who the second Celestial was, and so I inserted that little part in. It might have been a little unexpected, but it made sense to me, as without Ariana and her death, Dumbledore may not have been the man he was today. In fact, he would've never broken his friendship with Grindelwald and never would have fought him, I think.
Again, the pairing won't be a big deal in the story, only serving as sort of a side-dish with it. Obviously, Luna is the most likely choice for Harry. Harry/Ginny never did appeal to me much, despite the books. Fleur may have a brief appearance, and Hermione would definitely get along with Harry. But as far as everything goes, it'll be Luna. : )
aalens - A beta reader may not work for me. :'D From time to time, I send unfinished chapters to interested friends, but that is the extent as far as pre-checking chapters.
But to those who may find errors, I would kindly appreciate if you pointed it out.
Thank you for the reviews. : ) They've all been positive so far.