Harry Potter's Bizarre Adventure
Albus Dumbledore did try to avoid checking in on the Dursleys too often: His instruments assured him he was alive and reasonably healthy, as did Arabella. Any overt interference in his life was not called for, despite Minerva's claims and constant protests. Protests that had not diminished in the years since, he noted, as he sorted through paperwork in his Hogwarts office.
Thus, because of this, when one of the instruments monitoring Number 4 Privet Drive began to whistle, he scarcely paid it any attention. It indicated distress-Normal for a child of nine years old. He only looked up when the other instruments began screaming and whirling, and he put together the entire picture. His face paled.
"Oh Merlin, no," he muttered.
Of course, Minerva had to walk in just as everything began screaming. And of course, she had to give him that look.
"The Potter boy, I take it?" She asked, barely restraining herself from saying 'I told you so.' Albus shook his head, and rummaged in a safe hidden under Fawkes' perch. The phoenix squawked unhappily, but moved aside. Dumbledore pulled out an arrowhead, and nodded.
"Unfortunately, yes," he said. He headed for the Floo, Minerva right on his heels. "But there is a solution."
"Does it involve actually moving the boy somewhere else?" Minerva asked, as the green fire spun them through dimensions and landed them in Arabella Figg's living room. Dumbledore dashed out the door, sprinting across the street to the Dursley home. He lashed out with his wand, the door vanishing and letting the sounds of screams out. They dashed in, Minerva had her own wand drawn the moment they reached the sitting room. Dumbledore winced at the black and white mass of furious, angry magic, smashing the room, as the Dursleys cowered in a nearby corner. At the center of the shrieking mass, a small, thin boy in clothes far too big for him stood, green eyes glowing.
"Oh, Albus," Minerva murmured in soft horror. "What have you done?"
Dumbledore grimly pointed his wand. "Stupefy," he uttered, and the Elder Wand spoke. The blast shot forth like a falling star... Only to be absorbed by the Obscurus's tendrils and deflected away. The Obscurus lashed out, Dumbledore's shield barely holding under the strain. In a flash, Minerva was a cat and dashing around, behind Harry. The Obscurus roared, battering against the shield harder, and Dumbledore poured more power into it. He grit his teeth-It really was remarkable, the sheer power-
Harry dropped to the floor like a puppet with its strings cut, and the Obscurus weakened. It warbled and growled, but soon vanished back into the unconscious young boy being cradled by Minerva McGonnagal. She was panting hard-Getting that close, moving that fast had not been easy. Dumbledore too was panting, the shield dropped. They looked at eachother, and then back at the Dursleys. Vernon, predictably, rose shakily, his face purple in rage and fear.
"You-Get him out! GET HIM OUT!" He bellowed. "That-That MONSTER can't stay here anymore! You freaks take him away and-!"
"Stupefy," Minerva snarled, launching the spell out with more force than necessary. At the moment, Dumbledore couldn't be bothered to correct her, even as he winced at the thud Vernon's head made against the wall. He turned back to Harry, and walked over to the still form. He ignored the wails of Petunia and Dudley, kneeling down. Minerva glared at him.
"Well? Now what are you doing to do?"
He produced the Arrow. He sighed. "I had hoped it would not come to this," he began, but Minerva's deadly glare made him stop. He cleared his throat, not able to meet her eyes. "But... There is a solution."
"Poking him with an Arrow? What will that-?" Minerva's mouth froze, and she tightened her grip around the boy. "No."
"It is the only way," Dumbledore said gravely. "It is the only way he will ever be able to control it."
"You don't even know what kind of spirit will emerge!" Minerva hissed. Dumbledore shook his head.
"We have no alternatives," he stated. "The Obscurus is too powerful. Left like this, it will render Harry a danger to everyone around him." He reached for Harry. Minerva held back, still glaring.
"And his family?"
"I will impress upon them what needs to be done," Dumbledore stated, feeling and sounding unbelievably tired. "I promise. I will not make the same mistake twice."
Minerva continued to glare... But finally, she relented, holding Harry out. Dumbledore took the Arrow, and carefully pointed it at Harry's heart. He thrust it in, the point penetrating but causing no bleeding. He withdrew it, and a light shone from Harry's skin. An impression, a faint image appeared before them-That of a strong humanoid figure, floating in the air. It wore a helmet shaped like a raptor's curved beak, covering its eyes. On either side of the helmet were antlers, pointing backwards, with leaves of holly decorating them. Red hair flowed from the back of its head, as though streaming in the wind. The entity floated there, silent... Before vanishing in a shower of sparkling stars. Dumbledore let out the breath he had been holding.
"It looked... A little like his parents," Minerva said at last. Dumbledore nodded.
"Then there is still hope for him. For us all," he said softly. Minerva shot a venomous glare back at the still whimpering Petunia and Dudley. Dumbledore grasped her shoulder, and shook his head.
"Leave them to me. You may watch me, but leave them to me," he said calmly. Minerva reluctantly nodded. As the old wizard got up and walked over to the Muggles, to say whatever he would say to make them behave, Minerva looked down at the unconscious boy. She brushed his messy black hair off his brow, and winced at the scar adorning it.
"I'm so sorry, Harry. I am so, so sorry," she murmured. His eyes weakly fluttered, but she didn't notice through her tears. "You're a slave to power... A power you must master... For your sake, but for our sake. Our selfish, selfish sakes... I'm so sorry..."
When he woke up the next day, Harry wasn't in his cupboard. Rather, he was in the extra unused room on the second floor. He was given clothes that fit. He was given proper glasses. His family actually seemed... Tolerable, and didn't mock or degrade him. He even got help in the chores. They were calm and almost kind-Almost.
He didn't remember what happened yesterday. It all seemed like a dream. A terrible dream. Maybe it had always been like this-Even his cupboard was clean and bare of anything to suggest he'd been living there most of his life.
Yet one thing remained in him, something he was sure of: That there was something following him. Inside him. With him, at all times. Standing with him.
What was it? He didn't know. Yet it seemed to obey him. Things just... Seemed to happen around him.
And when he heard a song on the radio as they were driving home from school, he couldn't help but think it needed a name. Everything needed a name, right?
So he named it... Powerslave. He didn't know why, but it felt right.
Basic idea? Harry Potter developed an Obscurus. And the only way Dumbledore had found to keep it from going on a rampage was to convert it into another form of magic: A guardian spirit. A Stand.
Stands are not unheard of in the Magical World, but the rituals and situations needed to gain one can be very complicated without the Arrows. Voldemort obtained one by mastering his Obscurus through ritual. But he won't be the only one. Nor will Harry be the only one who develops one.
There might be other elements of JoJo's Bizarre Adventure in this fusion, of course. But the main focus is on the HP characters and world.
And of course... Posing. Lots and lots of posing.
Name for Harry's Stand is obviously from this Iron Maiden song, "Powerslave".
