Number Five – Harry Potter/Lorien Legacies.
"So" said Harry, dredging up the words from what felt like a deep well of despair inside him, "So does that mean that… that one of us has got to kill the other… in the end?"
"Yes" said Dumbledore.
For a long time, neither of them spoke. Somewhere far beyond the office walls, Harry could hear the sounds of voices, students heading down to the Great Hall for an early breakfast, perhaps. It seemed impossible that there could be people in the world who still desired food, who laughed, who neither knew or cared that Sirius Black was gone forever. Sirius seemed a million miles away already; even now a part of Harry still believed that if he had only pulled back that veil, he would have found Sirius looking back at him, greeting him, perhaps, with his laugh like a bark…
"I feel I owe you another explanation, Harry" said Dumbledore hesitantly.
"Save it", Harry's voice sounded hollow as he dismissed Dumbledore's apology, "You've done enough".
"Harry" Dumbledore began slowly.
"No" Harry interrupted coldly, "You've done enough. If you had just told me, then I would never have believed that vision. I would never have gone to the Ministry and Si- and Sirius would still be alive".
"Harry".
"No" Harry repeated again, shaking his head as he stood and started pacing, "This… this is your fault" he accused, "Yeah, I'm the reason Sirius was there, I'm the reason Sirius is dead. But you, you're the reason things got that far!" he yelled angrily. "This Prophecy isn't even real! And yet because of it you ruined my life! If you had told me when I asked you in my First Year, then none of this would have happened! If you had trained me I could have stopped him in the Graveyard!"
"I wanted to give"
"LIAR!" Harry screamed as the chair in front of him exploded in his anger, "YOU KNEW HOW THEY TREATED ME! YOU KNEW I NEVER HAD THE CHANCE TO BE A CHILD! YOU ADMITTED IT!"
"Young man!" a voice from one of the portraits on the wall began, "Do NOT talk to the Headmaster that way!"
"Oh shut up you snivelling old coot!" Harry snapped making the portrait jerk back in shock. "This is all on you Sir" he growled out as he turned back to face Dumbledore, ignoring the tears dripping down the old man's face, "And guess what?" he asked gently, "It's all been for naught. Do you know why I didn't pick up the Prophecy orb tonight? It wasn't because I realised it was a trap, oh no" he snarled as Dumbledore looked up at him, every inch of him looking as defeated as Harry felt. "Come on, ask me why Headmaster" Harry ordered, stalking forward to place his hands on Dumbledore's desk and leaning forward with a sadistic smirk, "Ask, me, why".
"Why?" Dumbledore exhaled slowly, "Why didn't you pick up the Prophecy?"
"Because I couldn't" Harry confessed simply, tilting his head back to bark out a laugh that would have made Sirius proud, "The Prophecy could only be picked up by Voldemort and Harry Potter, and I couldn't pick it up".
As horror flashed across Dumbledore's face Harry nodded slowly, "Now you get it don't you? I'm not Harry Potter" he exclaimed angrily, "You've played my entire life like a game of chess, only to find out too late that you were using a checker piece instead. But that's not the worst part" he continued as Dumbledore stared at him in shock, his mouth opening and closing dumbly, "You spent fifteen years training me to be your good little weapon, well guess what? I'm not fighting for you. So you have no weapon, and I have no identity. We're both fucked aren't we?" he drawled out before turning on his heel and stalking towards the door, not bothering to open it as he waved his hand at it, causing it to shatter into splinters loudly, Harry stepping through the now doorless hole like it was an everyday occurrence for him.
Walking aimlessly Harry found himself slowly to a stop in an empty hallway, looking up and down it in confusion before his eyes locked onto the familiar tapestry on the wall. Turning to face the opposite wall Harry hesitantly strode forward to push open the wooden door in front of him, a strangled sob escaping his throat as he found himself looking into Sirius' bedroom. Entering the room slowly, absently closing the door behind him, Harry felt a stinging sensation building up in his eyes, not waiting a second longer before darting forward and throwing himself onto Sirius' bed as the tears started flowing freely.
Harry woke with a scream, flailing as he fell off the unfamiliar bed he was sleeping in and hit the floor, curling up immediately as his hands went to his right leg.
Rolling up his pants Harry looked down at his leg as he bit back the urge to scream again, the almost blinding pain causing the muscles in his leg to seize against his will as Harry watched two glowing circles appearing on the side of his calf that felt like they had been dipped in molten lava.
As the pain increased Harry's vision started blurring and going spotty, his head getting heavier before he dropped it down to the floor, the pain sapping all of his energy as his eyes rolled back into his head and he passed out, a faint blue symbol burning itself into his eyes lids, a spiral made up of three strings of orbs coming into a single point in the centre.
Harry groaned as his eyes flickered open, confusion flashing through his mind for a moment as he realised he had been sleeping on the floor.
Sitting up slowly Harry looked around the room and felt all his memories slamming their way back into his mind with enough force that Harry collapsed back down onto the floor, staring up at the ceiling as he waited expectantly for the tears he felt to come. When they didn't come, leading Harry to believe he was all cried out for a moment, he scrambled across the floor and up onto the bed, sinking back into the warm sheets with a groan. Faltering for a moment as he remembered the pain in his leg Harry sat up and twisted his leg, freezing at the sight of the two circular scars on his calf, the red inflamed scars standing out against his pale skin. Slowly reaching out to run his fingers over them, Harry got a flash in his mind, first of a beautiful tanned blonde girl, and then of a young girl with red curly hair and thick glasses on her face as he touched the first and then the second scars respectively.
Frowning at the strange scars, Harry slowly straightened his leg out, cautiously bringing his other leg around to stare at it, swallowing nervously as he eyed the familiar symbol that had been burned into his left calf, the same symbol that had been the last thing he had seen last night before passing out. Pulling his wand from his pocket Harry tapped both his legs, murmuring out a glamouring spell as he watched his legs ripple and shimmer before smoothing out.
His body feeling strangely heavy, Harry pulled himself out of bed and raised his wand, casting a silent tempus and grimacing at the time. Not wanting to leave the Room of Requirement and bump into Ron or Hermione, Harry stood there awkwardly for a moment in bloodstained clothes before remembering Ron's words from first year, flicking his wand at himself with a forceful scourgify, his clothes rippling down his body as the scent of lavender drifted up from the newly cleaned clothing.
Sinking back into the bed and leaning against the headboard Harry let out a slow breath, "Now what?" he whispered to himself, "I can't go back to the Dursleys, the blood wards are useless. And I can't trust anyone else with this". Frowning Harry sat up as he recalled something his dorm-mate Seamus had said earlier that year, about how he had discovered he had a half-brother from his Dad's side when said half-brother had gone to Gringotts for an inheritance test. "How would I get to Gringotts though?" he asked himself slowly as he cast a tempus again. Quickly coming up with a plan, Harry rolled out of the bed and left the Room of Requirement, heading back to the Gryffindor tower to shower and get changed.
His plans were derailed however as he stepped into the common room and half of Gryffindor house turned to stare at him, Harry's eyes quickly finding the dozens of copies of the Daily Prophet spread out in front of them all. Intending on ignoring them all, Harry started towards his dormitory only for a tall blonde student, Cormac McLaggen he believed, to move out and step in front of him.
"Is it true?" the arrogant blonde demanded as he shoved the Prophet at Harry who merely glanced down at the headline of 'You-Know-Who returned!'
"How would I know?" Harry asked lazily, feeling a surprising lack of emotion as he looked up to meet McLaggen's eyes, "The Daily Prophet has been telling lies for the past two years, how can we trust anything it says?"
"It says you were there" McLaggen snapped angrily.
"It also says that I'm a delusional liar" Harry countered, fully aware of the fact everyone in the common room was staring and listening to him.
"Now it's saying you're this 'Chosen One'" McLaggen pressed.
"And I bet next week I'll be a fish transfigured to look human" Harry deadpanned, smirking as McLaggen's eye started twitching.
"Is it true Harry? Are you prophesied to defeat You-Know-Who?" Seamus blurted making Harry glance over at his dorm-mate, "This 'Chosen One' that the Prophet speaks of?"
"No" Harry denied, "I'm not prophesied to defeat Voldemort, it's the Ministry trying to distract you from the fact that they were wrong. Besides" he continued as he stepped around McLaggen, "Even if I was prophesied to defeat him, I wouldn't do it, I'm not going to fight for a world of cowards and traitors" he spat making half of the common room flinch back as the other half gaped openly at him.
"How can you say that?" a girl Harry had never seen before demanded, "You're the Boy-Who-Lived!"
"And yesterday I was the Boy-Who-Lied" Harry snapped, "You Wizard use me and then throw me aside when you're done with me, well now it's my turn. Pick up your fucking wand and fight Voldemort yourselves, because I'm done" he snarled, the words bubbling out from his mouth before he could stop them, Harry unable to find it within himself to not mean them even in the slightest. "It's time you reap what you sow, I'm not going to just roll over and forget what you've all done to me, this war? It's on you now, I've lost my entire family to it, I'm not sacrificing myself for you when you'll just turn around the moment it's over and call me dangerous simply because I took down a Dark Lord!" he yelled out. "Voldemort can have Britain, at least he's less corrupt than the Ministry" he finished before turning on his heel and stalking up the stairs to his dorm, slamming the door shut behind him and collapsing back against it.
"Pull yourself together Harry" he growled out, slapping his face as he felt his fragile emotional state crumbling, "Dammit Harry!" he snapped as he hit himself again, shaking his head violently as he stumbled over to the bathroom, shoving his head under the sink and letting the cold water shock him back to reality.
Pulling away from the sink Harry stared up at his reflection in the mirror, faltering as he caught sight of the grey flecks in his otherwise green eyes. "Can you really leave them all to fight Voldemort on their own?" Harry asked himself slowly, digging deep inside himself for the answer, blinking in shock when he realised the truth, that everyone had a limit of what they could take lying down before they snapped, and that he had reached his.
Letting out a hoarse chuckle Harry turned away from the mirror, leaning back against the sink as he released his breath in a long slow movement, looking down at his hands with a small smile on his face as he remembered the way he had blown up Dumbledore's door. "I need to practice that" he mumbled to himself, "Boom" he deadpanned as he raised his hands and flicked them the way he had last night, a yelp escaping his lips as the door in front of him shattered, causing him to trip over his feet and hit the ground with a grunt, staring at the doorless hole in the wall leading to his dorm, "Oh, that's new" he exhaled in shock as he looked down at his hands once more, unable to stop the grin forming on his face as he flicked his hands experimentally again and Ron's bed (The only one he could see at the moment) exploded into shards of wood as an angry hoot echoed from the room.
Grimacing Harry scrambled to his feet and ran into the dorm room where he spotted an angry looking eagle owl glaring at him, a small package the size of his fist and a bulging letter attached to its leg. Pulling his wand hesitantly Harry flicked it at the owl, untying the two items with a silent spell that years of being the Boy-Who-Lived had taught him, not hesitating to send a couple of scanning spells at them before frowning as the spells came back clear.
Glancing towards the door Harry flicked his wand at it with a whispered "Colloportus", watching as the door shimmered white before turning back to the letter and the package on the desk, moving over cautiously and placing his wand down as he picked up the letter, stiffening at the familiar scrawl stating 'To my Pup' on the front of the ancient looking parchment. Opening the letter Harry pulled a blue crystal the size of his fist out of the envelope, staring at it for a moment as it started glowing, the intense yet calming blue light flashing in perfect harmony with the heartbeat pounding in his ears. Holding the crystal in one hand as the soothing warmth radiated through his body, Harry let his eyes move across the words, focusing on Sirius' handwriting as he absorbed none of the words, grateful for the chance to see something of Sirius' that wasn't his wide grey eyes as he fell through the veil.
"Pup, if you're receiving this letter that means James, Lily, and I are all dead"
Dropping the letter onto the desk Harry tightened his grip around the crystal in his hands as he turned his back on the desk and staggered over to collapse on his bed, obviously not as ready to read Sirius' letter as he had first thought.
"I'm sorry for leaving you Pup" a smooth voice continued making Harry stiffen, his eyes slowly raising to stare at the tall blonde man standing in front of the desk, leaning against it as he read out Sirius' letter. "And I know James and Lily would be feeling the same way. In the short time that the lovebirds have known you for they already love you as if you were their own son" the man read slowly, "And my mind is full of ideas and plans of how to train you to be the best Mini-Marauder ever, I fully plan on corrupting you and setting you loose on the world as expected of me as your soon-to-be Godfather".
"Shut up" Harry growled out, slowly standing as his free hand clenched into a fist, "Leave that letter alone and get out. How did you even get in here in the first place?" he added darkly.
The man glanced up at him, blue eyes staring at him in a calculating manner before dropping back down to the letter like Harry hadn't even spoken. "When Stefan approached the three of us we were sceptical on the existence of other species let alone other planets" the man continued, "And yet once Stefan had willing taken veritaserum to prove it, we found ourselves being asked to adopt an alien baby and keep them safe. Pup, if you haven't guessed it already then obviously my influence on you was stronger than Lily's, but Pup… Harry… you are that baby".
Harry couldn't stop the snort that escaped his lips as the man paused and looked up at him knowingly, "Seriously? That is what you come up with?" he drawled before shaking his head slowly, "You know what? I don't care, just get away from my things or else" he demanded, raising a hand to point it at the door, "Well? GET OUT!" he roared.
"You're from a planet called Lorien" the man said slowly making Harry's hand snap over to him and gesture sharply, the bed behind the man snapping cleaning in half with a surge of power. "And you're what is known as a 'Garde', a subspecies of the Loric race that have been blessed by their planet in a similar way as to how we Wizards have. You and your 'Cepan', your protector, were one pair of nine of Garde children that were sent to Earth due to a war that has, by now, destroyed your home planet".
"SHUT UP!" Harry ordered, lashing out again and sending the broken bed across the room to shatter fully against the wall.
"You're getting angry" the man pointed out bluntly, "Stop".
"Excuse me?" Harry blurted, feeling shock rolling through his body as he calmed down against his will at the man's sheer audacity.
"Your emotions are your greatest strength and your greatest weakness" the man explained simply as he took a step towards Harry who stepped away instantly. "You're letting them get in the way of the truth".
"The truth?" Harry echoed, "That letter? It's rubbish!" he exclaimed as a hysterical laugh escaped his lips, "I'm a Wizard. I'm a Human! I'm not some alien! This is just it isn't it? I'm really as insane as the Prophet claims, I'm going crazy"
"How many scars do you have?" the man asked suddenly making Harry freeze, "On your right leg? How many scars do you have?"
"Two" Harry confessed slowly, wanting to get angry again but unable to gather up the energy to use his already exhausted emotions as a look of utter relief flashed across the man's face, "How?"
"How do I know?" the man finished, "My name is Stefan. I'm your Cêpan, your protector, your mentor" he introduced. "All nine of you have scars, the amount of scars you have on your right legs shows how many of you have been killed, if there are only two there it means that Three and Four are still alive and that we have time to start your training".
"What?" Harry asked dumbly, collapsing back down onto the bed as he watched the man study him.
"Corvan" 'Stefan' exhaled slowly, "Look at me. There is a species out there called the Mogadorians, they want to exterminate all Loric, there are at least thirteen of us left, you and six others are the only ones that can fight off the Mogadorians".
"Corvan?" Harry repeated, frowning up at Stefan as the man padded over to crouch down in front of him.
"It's your name. Your birth name at least" Stefan explained, "Not the name we gave you as part of your cover. You are Corvan of the Loric Garde".
"You are Number Five".
NUMBER FIVE
Based on DZ2's 'Out of this World' challenge. I admit it, I'm a huge fan of the Lorien Legacies, and when I saw this challenge I couldn't resist making a Loric Garde Harry.
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