I don't own Charmed or Harry Potter.
DZ2's Whitelighter Harry Challenge.
Plot: Before the Charmed Ones came into their powers, Leo had a one-night stand with Lily Potter; the result? Our favourite dark-haired hero; and now the time has come for Harry know the truth.
Something had happened to the night. The star-strewn indigo sky was suddenly pitch back and lightless – the stars, the moon, the misty streetlamps at either end of the alley had vanished. The distant rumble of cars and the whisper of trees had gone. The balmy evening was suddenly piercingly, bitingly cold. They were surrounded by total, impenetrable, silent darkness, as though some giant hand had dropped a thick icy mantle over the entire alleyway, blinding them.
For a split second Harry thought he had done magic without meaning to, despite the fact that he'd been resisting as hard as he could – then his reason caught up with his senses – he didn't have the power to turn off the stars. He turned his head this way and that, trying to see something, but the darkness pressed on his eyes like a weightless veil.
Dudley's terrified voice broke in Harry's ear.
"W-What are you d-doing? St-stop it!"
"I'm not doing anything! Shut up and don't move!"
"I c-can't see! I've g-gone blind! I –"
"I said shut up!"
"I'll- I'll te- tell Dad!" Dudley spluttered out, once more ignoring what Harry was saying.
"Dudley, if you don't shut up and listen to me" Harry began slowly, trying not to snap at his mentally retarded cousin, "Then I will stun your fat ass and leave you as a distraction for a soul-sucking demon while I make a run for it".
Harry flicked his wrist and light flooded the alleyway, pulling a whimper from his cousin and causing him to glare at the obese boy. "And after fifteen years of you constantly abusing me, I have no issues with leaving you to die, especially since you would do the same thing to me without even a flicker of guilt" he added darkly.
Fourteen years of fending for himself had finally come to a head last year. He had been shown that no matter what no one was going to lift a finger to help him. And then when he came out on top, they all switched tracks and pretended they were all on his side in the first place, all of them clamouring for a spot in his good graces like Ronald Weasley after Harry had taken down a dragon.
Admittedly he was a little concerned about where his new 'Let em burn' attitude came from. But with the way the Wizarding World was accusing him of being an insane attention-seeker he felt it was certainly appropriate.
He would still fight Voldemort if he had to, but he'd do it on his own terms. For his friends, not for them.
Bringing up his best memories of Hermione and Sirius to battle the growing coldness in his mind, Harry backed away from Dudley and moved to stand in the middle of the alleyway with his wand raised. According to the 'Decree for Something Something Underage Sorcery', Harry could use magic outside of school in any self-defence situation. And since nothing seemed more life threatening to him than Dementors, it meant he had the all-clear to conjure up Prongs to protect him and to tear them apart.
"Stop it you freak!" Dudley shouted, making Harry roll his eyes at his cousin's sheer stupidity. What would Harry have to do to get through Dudley's unnaturally thick skull? Could he get away with claiming that the dozen or so hexes that registered on his wand were the only way to keep Dudley safe? Unfortunately he probably couldn't, not with the way the Prophet and the Ministry were accusing him of being insane, right now he was risking everything with a 'lumos' spell.
"Dudley. If you don't shut the hell up, the Dementors are going to be the least of your worries" Harry snarled darkly, completely serious about his threat to leave his cousin to the Dementors. Unlike the innocents in the Wizarding World, Dudley had done plenty to deserve the Dementor's Kiss.
"I said stop it!" Dudley yelled angrily, Harry's fingers tightening around his wand as his jaw clenched.
"Stupefy".
He snorted as Dudley fell forwards with a squeak, a loud crack filling the air as Harry actually felt a shock wave rolling through the ground. "I warned you" he said bluntly, sneering down at his cousin in disgust, "And now you're not in danger anymore" he added with a shrug, deciding on his excuse for when the Something Something Decree caught up with him.
Shivering as an icy breath whispered down his spine, Harry quickly turned so he could watch both entrances of the alleyway, his wand raised and a happy memory locked in his mind. Standing stiffly, Harry felt the suspense building up in his chest as his breath misted in front of him within the Dementor-less alley. Shuddering as a hoarse, rattling breathing filled the air, Harry bit back the urge to shout out and bring the Dementor's attentions down on himself intentionally.
Swallowing nervously, Harry slowly tilted his head up in time for a Dementor to swoop down on him and knock him off his feet. Slipping from his shock-loosened hand, his now unlit wand clattered across the concrete as a scaled claw grasped his throat, slamming him into the wall roughly as Harry caught a glimpse of a second Dementor over the first one's shoulder.
Gasping for air as the Dementor began to lift him off the ground, Harry kicked out at it, a snarl and a loud snapping sound filling the air as he felt his foot going straight through bone, getting lodged in the Dementor's ribcage. Feeling a sense of panic rolled through him as the Dementor's rattling inhale began, Harry lashed out and slammed his fist into the side of the Dementor's head, watching as it's skull jerked around to an angle that would mean death for a Human.
Before he could react the Dementor was lunging forward again, it's gaping mouth locking onto Harry's forehead, causing his eyes to snap open in shock and confusion. Unsure if he was imagining the feeling or not, Harry tried to push down the sickening feeling of a tug-of-war happening in his skull, and instead reaching uselessly for his wand as he mentally begged for his magic to save him.
The Dementor suddenly let out an unearthly screech and dove away from him, forcing a scream of his own from Harry's lips as his ankle was twisted sharply where it was stuck in the Dementor's twist. Landing harshly on his wrist and feeling a second bone breaking, Harry's eyes were drawn to the swirl of golden orbs of light that had materialized out of nowhere and had started circling him.
As he watched, the golden orbs centered in on his hand and narrowed out into a long stick before vanishing and dropping a long gold and silver sword into his palm. Light suddenly exploded through the dark alleyway, a rush of golden energy surging up through his arm and rolling through his body, his wrist and ankle burning for a split second before the energy moved on and left him feeling strong enough to fight the Dementor's bare-handed.
Scrambling to his feet as he used both hands to grip the unnaturally light sword, almost sobbing at the feeling of the power humming through his veins as he stared down at the glowing steel. Slowly glancing up at the Dementor, he faltered when he saw its 'eyes' were locked on the sword as it held back from attacking him again, the smell of fear almost tangible. As his eyes drifted past the first Dementor to the second, his stomach clenched as he realised it was bending over Dudley with its mouth hovering over his cousin's.
Remembering his promise to just turn and walk away, Harry's jaw clenched as he felt his 'people saving thing' rising up in his chest, a voice that sounded strangely like Hermione scolding him for even considering the idea.
Biting back a growl, Harry raised the sword and stepped forward, watching as the Dementor almost fell over itself to get away from the steel. Resisting the urge to laugh at the moment that would have been funny any other time, Harry just darted forward, the Dementor shrieking as it shot up into the air and gave him a clear run at the second one. The Dementor's head snapped up and it seemed to freeze in fear just long enough for Harry to swing the glowing sword wildly, the blade cutting through the Dementor's cloak and chest like they were made of paper.
Seconds later the Dementor was exploding in a mass of black flames, sending Harry flying into the wall of the alleyway with enough force to send the sword clattering from his hand. Hitting the ground as his vision swam, he looked up to see a black 'chunk' of light hovering there for a second before it too exploded, this time a frantic wave of small silver orbs surging out from inside it and going spiralling through the night.
Distracted by the silver ball of light that shot back down Dudley's throat, Harry took a couple of seconds to realise that the growing sense of doom he could feel in his throat was a Dementor's aura, recognising too late that without the sword in his hand he wasn't protected anymore.
Slowly forcing himself up onto his hands and knees, Harry's head rose and his eyes fell upon the shimmering sword lying mere feet away from him, the remaining Dementor floating almost smugly between him and it. Trying and failing to call up some happy memories, watching instead how every memory he focused on ended horribly, Harry felt a strong scaled hand latching onto his jaw. He barely felt himself being picked up as intense flashbacks rolled through his mind, from his accidental killing of Quirrell to Cedric's death, shattering his resistance as the Dementor lowered its face to Harry's.
Something pulled at his mind and his eyes rolled to the side, past the hulking black blur to the one thing he could see perfectly. As a rattling inhale echoed through his ears Harry slowly reached out, his mind filled with the desperate urge to just touch the sword one more time, a tingling feeling prickling at his fingertips as the golden pommel seemed to spark with light.
Out of nowhere Harry felt something inside him 'clicking' as the hilt of the sword flashed with light, causing his hand to rise instinctively and cover the Dementor's mouth. Slowly cold fury began to bubble up in his chest, an adrenaline rush like he had never felt before beginning to roll through his body like the first time he had held the sword in his hand. Tapping into the rush, his hands began glowing softly, making the Dementor pause for a second.
The second was all Harry needed as the glow erupted from his palms, a giant wave of golden energy slamming straight into the Dementor was that blasted away from him and vaporised by the sheer power of the energy. Hitting the ground himself, Harry didn't realise he moving until power rolled through his body as his hand tightened around the sword's hilt.
Laying there in the alleyway, basking in the feeling the sword was generating in him, Harry almost missed the clanking sound that filled the air. As his brain connected it with the sound of someone approaching he sprang to his feet and shot towards Dudley, dropping to his knees and laying on hand on his cousin's chest as he instinctively ordered the sword to take him somewhere else.
Golden light filled his vision as warmth spread through his body, catching a glimpse of someone rounding the corner of the alleyway as he and Dudley vanished from it. Grunting as he hit the ground, Harry looked around his cousin's bedroom, blinking over at his cousin who was lying on his bed.
He had been kissed… Dudley had been kissed, but when he killed the Dementor a silver orb went back into Dudley's body… did that mean he had his soul back? Did that mean that the other souls returned to their bodies as well? What about the souls that didn't have bodies to go back to? Did they move on or did they just linger around like ghosts until they're exorcised?
"Dudders? Is that you?" Petunia's voice called making Harry panic again, the sword reacting straight away and gold-orb-teleporting him out of his cousin's room and into his own. As he heard his aunt opening the door to Dudley's bedroom, Harry moved over to his own bed and slipped the sword under it, knowing his aunt would go crazy if she saw him standing there with a glowing sword.
Hands twitching with the urge to pick up the sword again, Harry threw himself down as his aunt's footsteps came back down the hall and his door was thrown open. "Dudley's sleeping so keep it down" Petunia sneered at him coldly making him nod obediently, "Vernon and I will be ordering out tonight so you can stay up here tonight" she continued, faltering before eyeing him cautiously "And fix your shirt Freak" she added closing the door again and stalking off.
Rolling his eyes at his aunt's typical behavior, Harry glanced down at his chest to find his shirt covered in black soot, probably from the Dementor exploding. Snorting he tugged the shirt off and threw it to the side, reaching under the bed and pulling out the sword, exhaling happily as he felt it humming through his body again.
Yawning as the sword pulsed with light, Harry rolled onto his side and held the sword close to him, somehow confident that it wouldn't injure him as he wrapped one hand around the hilt and the other around his pillow as his eyes drifted closed and the sword hummed him to sleep.
In an office in northern Scotland, several silver ornaments and knickknacks went crazy, screeching and spinning as the magical signature they were attuned to vanished.
The phoenix on the other side of the office eyed the tools hesitantly, one half of him wanting to stay out of things that didn't involve him while the other half of him wanted to interfere to help out his favourite non-AlbusDumbledore Human.
In the end Fawkes just glided across the room and dipped his beak into his Human's grape bowl, deciding that HarryPotter could deal with this problem. He had foreseen after all, that a certain trio of powerful Witches would be there to guide HarryPotter, and that he would be better cared for with them than with the rather manipulative AlbusDumbledore.
He could visit though, the Charmed Ones would be ecstatic to have some Phoenix tears for their stockpile and HarryPotter was always good for some fun conversation.
Maybe they'd have green grapes too… that'd really make his day.