Hello to all. A new addition to the Repository has been created and this time it's a response to Dis Lexic's Something New and Strong Challenge. Challenge information can be found on DZ2's forums under the subheading My Fan's Challenge. This is the first time I'm doing a response so tell me what you think. Without further ado here is a short take.
Floo travel one of the Wizarding World's most common forms of transportation, and unfortunately for Harry it was one that he was tempted to forever swear off.
It felt as if he were being sucked into a giant drain as he spun faster and faster with each passing second. Through the nausea induced haze he glimpsed different rooms, stopping for the faintest of seconds before the sensation returned.
Over and over the cycle repeated. Stop. Suck. Stop. Suck. The nausea grew as he felt icy hands slapping at his face, his breakfast fighting its way back up his throat as he suppressed the urge to vomit.
Just as he prayed that it would finally stop, it did. He shot from the fireplace, landing face forward onto the cold stone floor, as he felt the bridge of his glasses break once again.
"Ugggghhhhh." He groaned, the nausea overcoming him, preventing him from moving for several seconds. After about a minute his stomach settled as he got up. Dizzied and covered in soot, he found himself hacking as he spat and coughed. Waving his hands to try and fan away the dust, he got his first look at where he ended up.
At first glance he could tell that he was alone, but where exactly he had no idea. The shop, which he guessed it was due to all the items with price tags attached to them, was dimly lit. Looking at some of the items he saw he knew he was definitely not in one of the shops he had visited last year as some of the items on display emitted a sense of foreboding.
One of the cases held a withered hand on a dusty velvet cushion, another display had a bloody set of playing cards, and he couldn't shake the feeling he was getting from the evil looking masks that stared at him from the walls. Several of the instruments on display immediately made him think of the Inquisition and his mind wondered what tortures they had inflicted on people.
What was worst was that he couldn't recognize anything he saw out of the small dirty window of the shop face.
The sooner he got out of here the better. Even the dangers of the unknown wouldn't dissuade him from the wrongness that surrounded the shop he was in. His nose still stinging from when he landed against the stone he made his way to the door, and saw the last person that he wanted to see.
Draco Malfoy.
Suppressing a groan at the appearance of his so-called rival he retreated from the door and pressed himself into a nearby cabinet. There was a single crack barely large enough for him to see through, but it still gave him enough of a view to spy the entrance of the shop, and most importantly the small bell that rang as Malfoy entered the shop.
If I'd opened that door chances are I would've triggered some sort of ward. He thought clicking his tongue in frustration.
A few seconds later a man that could only by Draco's father walked into the shop. "Touch nothing Draco." The man said, his hand shooting forth to grab the wrist of his son who was about to touch a crystal skull.
"But father. You promised me a birthday present."
"A broom Draco. That's what I promised you. The items here would do nothing but damage someone like you." Mr. Malfoy said, staring at his son. The conversation droned on as Draco whined about his life, and how Potter was getting more attention than him. A part of Harry was pleased at causing his nemesis no end of grief and wondered what he could do in the upcoming year to continue the tradition.
"Mr. Borgin." Malfoy's father drawled looking at the stooping man who had just emerged from the back of the shop.
"Ah Mr. Malfoy, a pleasure to see you once again. And this must be young Draco." The man leered. "How may I be of assistance to you today? I've recently acquired a stock of-"
"I'm not here to buy Borgin." Mr. Malfoy said cutting him off. The smile fell from the man. "You may have heard that the Ministry is conducting more raids and I find myself in the need to unload some of my more questionable pieces." The Malfoy patriarch reached into his robes and handed over a piece of parchment.
Borgin began reading it over. "Can I have that?" Both men turned to Draco who was pointing towards the withered hand Harry had seen earlier.
"The hand of Glory." Borgin explained. "Insert a candle into the hand and it will create a light only visible to the holder. It's the perfect item for thieves and plunderers."
"I hope my son would amount to more." Mr. Malfoy said coldly glaring at both his son and Borgin. "However his recent grades do not give me much hope."
"It's not my fault!" Draco screamed. "All the teachers favor Hermione Granger."
"You should be ashamed of yourself. Being beaten by a girl who just entered our world."
Hahaha. Harry mentally chuckled. He couldn't wait to tell Hermione about this.
"I am in a hurry right now, but I expect you to come by as soon as possible to pick up those goods." Mr. Malfoy said, as they finished haggling over the prices. "Come Draco."
The Malfoys departed, leaving Borgin grumbling about being cheated on his prices and blonde haired gits. Muttering darkly he disappeared into the back rooms once more, allowing Harry to breathe freely once more.
Slowly opening the cabinet he stepped back into the shop, smiling at his success in hiding. Too much experience with Dudley. He thought grimly. Now to get out of here.
In spectacular Potter fashion, he took a single step towards freedom and his weight came crashing down on a squeaky floorboard.
"Is someone there?" Came from the backroom.
Shit. Harry mentally screamed. Crouching in a textbook image of the rocket position he kicked off the ground and sprinted towards the door.
At least he was pretty sure it was the door considering that his glasses were severely cracked and he was blind as a bat without them on. So it was no surprise to him when he repeatedly crashed into several cabinets on his way out.
Throwing open the door he stepped out into the light and bumped into Hagrid.
"Harry? What d'yeh think yer doin' down here?"
After reuniting with the Weasleys and a disastrous meeting in Flourish and Blotts they went to the Leaky Cauldron where once again he was subjected to the sickening feeling that came with Floo Travel. Thankfully this time he shot out of the fireplace to crash into the living room of the Burrow rather than a dodgy shop.
Heading towards the room where he was staying he put away all his supplies, before shedding off his robes. A faint clinking immediately drew his attention as he shook his robes once more. Clink. Clink. Tilting his head in confusion he rummaged through the pocket of his robe and felt his hand close around two things that he definitely did not remember having previously.
In his left hand was a silver ring with a rectangular alabaster stone set into the face. Intricately engraved with arcane symbols on the band, he could feel a small trickle of power emanating from the ring.
Withdrawing his right hand he could feel his jaw slowly falling towards the floor as the object broke all his thoughts. How is this possible? He thought withdrawing a 2 foot long wand like item from a 3 inch deep pocket. The wand was unlike any he had ever seen before in that it was made from some sort of black metal. Emerald lines flowed through it like veins, and at one end was an emerald cross. The head was topped by a white star enclosed in a black metal circle. Small gems were imbedded at each point of the star, and the circle flared into a pair of incredibly detailed wings. Putting the wand on the bed he peered into the pocket that it just came out of, before slowly backing away.
I've clearly listened to too much Doctor Who recordings. He numbly thought removing his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. He was like this for a minute before temptation proved too much and he chuckled. "It's bigger on the inside."
Sitting back on his bed he absently rolled the ring atop his knuckles. I wonder. Flipping the ring into the air he caught it with his left hand. "Gryffindors charge forward." Saying that he slipped the ring onto the ring finger of his right hand.
There was a whoosh as he felt a hooking sensation behind his navel as he was dragged through space.
"Oh you've got to be shitting me." He heard a woman say.
"You're joking me." Another woman said.
Fixing his glasses he saw the two women who had spoken. The first was an incredibly beautiful red head with piercing green eyes similar to his own. She was dressed in a black business suit with a white shirt and black shoes.
The other was a black haired woman with brown eyes, and she was wearing a leather jacket black boots and leather pants.
"Er. Hi?" He said.
The red hear face palmed as the raven haired one laughed. "Really interesting kid you've got here Lily."
"Shut it Tess." Lily said.
The name evoked images from the album that Hagrid had given to him last year. "Mum?" He whispered.
Her response was to embrace him gently. "Hello baby"
"I hate to break this up, but the only reason that your son would be here is if he has the ring." Tess said breaking up their reunion before it could really get started. Lily let go of him, and took a step back, brushing away a stray tear. "You're in no shape to do the introductions." Tess sighed, shaking her head.
"Welcome Harry James Potter. My name is Tessa, and I am a Reaper." As she said that the space around them was filled with cracks as thousands of people appeared, all wearing the same mortician's garb.
"We welcome you who have ascended past mortality. We welcome you, Lord Death."
And cut! For those that couldn't figure it out this would've been a crossover between Harry Potter and Supernatural. Harry would've become Death following the demise of the previous one. Virtual cookie to anyone that could figure out what the other object that Harry pulled out of his pocket was. I'm going to do a followup and make it a sort of alternate in which he decides to play with that instead of the ring.
Challenge Information
Plot:Harry's luck wasn't completely horrible when he ended up in Borgin and Burks after his disastrous attempt at Flooing for the first time, but his enemies certainly was. Now, armed with a power never before seen in in the Wizarding World and some potential new friends, Harry's enemy's will rue the day they crossed him.
RULES!
Must start in the second year after the attempt at Flooing.
Before he escapes the shop, Harry must find something that he takes with him when he leaves, either deliberately or by accident (For example, it falls into his pocket or gets caught on his robe and he does't notice)
The item can be anything, but it has to grant him a power somehow.
Crossovers in as far as Harry's power.
If the crossover world takes place on Earth, Harry must meet a character from that world. This does not mean that the story has to be a complete crossover, you could just have him meet a fellow Hogwarts student who happens to be a copy of said character.
Any paring welcome (but please no slash)
Any morality welcome.
FORBIDDEN!
Weak Harry
SUGGESTIONS!
Full on Crossovers (because I love em!)
The power granted not being immediately obvious. (EG. it triggers when Harry's in danger/under certain circumstances)
And that'll do. I hope people will take up this idea because I'd love to see some cool ideas!