So, I've gone down the interesting idea rabbit-hole again. Recently I've found myself entering different fandoms once again mainly by exposure. That and memes and by random happenstance. I came across a story recently called "Lord or Alpha?" by Dragon123d (id: 13427238) where the Titans take human forms to sort of disappear from the public eye rather than disappearing to the Hollow Earth. I didn't find myself too fond of this idea outside of the concept of it for multiple reasons, one of which being it was a harem fic with the staple trope of a manipulative Dumbledore. Don't get me wrong, that can be fun, but seeing it too often can get mentally exhausting as I'll want something different instead. Something new. Looking through the stories for this crossover type, I didn't see anything resembling this idea so I decided to go forward with it. What is the idea? So, in the most recent monster-verse movie, Godzilla v. Kong, we see that the girl has a friendship with Kong and can communicate with him. I liked this idea and decided that I should try and expand on it further. One of these expansions was to expand it to other benevolent kaiju like Mothra and Godzilla. But to keep it interesting I thought of also expanding it to include malevolent kaiju such as King Ghidora. Personally, I think this will make it interesting as we still get the monster fights but we also get some of the more interpersonal things with the humans. This should be fun.
Title: [Undecided]
Rating: T for the sake of the pilot.
Pairing(s): Godzilla/Mothra as they are the king and queen of all monsters respectively. The only thing mentioned of this will be implied histories. As for Harry? Unknown. As everything will be moved up in timeline to match with the timeline of the recent monster-verse movies I'm going to have to shuffle some things around. I do sort of like the Harry/Luna pairing though, could see how that goes; but at this time, it is undecided.
Summary: Legends speak of what is referred to as the Titans. Legends handed down from oral storyteller to storyteller speak of an individual that appears once every two generations that can communicate with them, to understand their motives. To potentially befriend them. This individual was referred to as a "Speaker." Young Harry Potter is the Speaker for Titanus Gojira, otherwise known as "Godzilla."
Disclaimer: I own nothing other than my desktop and my copy of MS Word. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and the Godzilla franchise to Toho and whoever they let do movies with the IP. I only own this specific concept. See the foreword for the full disclaimer.
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1994. Unnamed Pacific island.
A group of islanders sat around a fire listening to the storyteller tell a tale in her native tongue. She emoted animatedly as she emphasized certain parts and it kept the villagers enraptured. Among these islanders was a Japanese man in modern clothing, next to him his student, and beside both of them was another man, this one translated the story that was being told.
"She says that once in a generation a chosen comes forth," the man explained.
"A chosen?" the Japanese man asked.
"Yes, one who can both hear and speak to the Old Gods."
"Like Gojira?"
He nodded, "Yes."
"From your time embedded with this tribe, what makes the Chosen… chosen?"
"No one knows, Professor Serizawa. One day, a person shows up. The only thing that makes them unique is that they are 'pure of heart'."
"When was the last Chosen one around?"
"When was the Trinity Tests?" There was no answer because they both knew that those tests were a failed attempt to kill the King of the Monsters. "Then."
This made the Japanese professor hum in thought. 'How when would the next chosen one be selected?' he thought.
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15 years later. One year before the second Janjira incident. London, England.
A taxi pulled up to a hospital in central London and two men stepped out. One of which carried a briefcase that had a logo burned into its leather coating, that being of two triangles tips together to create an angular butterfly. They walked inside and made their way to the receptionist's desk where the man not holding a briefcase held up a leather bi-fold wallet, inside a gold badge. Without any words being said, visitor's badges were handed over and they were let deeper inside. The halls were an unsettling white color and smelled of chlorine and disinfectant. They stopped in front of an armored door, something that was more fitting for a prison cell. But then again, considering what type of hospital this was…
"This is the room?" the man with the briefcase asked in a Japanese accent to the orderly who nodded 'yes.' "We'd like to go inside."
"Sirs, that's ill-advised," the orderly replied, his south London accent bleeding through. "The patient is-."
"We're well aware of the patient's condition," the other man without the briefcase cut him off. He was also of British descent. "I'm fairly certain that two grown men can handle a child." The orderly gulped and pulled out an RFID card, swiping it against the sensor the lock undid itself and he opened the door. The two entered but the British man turned around to look at the orderly. "We'll knock on the door when we're done here." The orderly could only nod in acknowledgment.
The two turned to the child sitting on the floor almost aloofly. Clearly, he had been drugged up heavily. The Japanese man squatted down on the floor in an attempt to get as close to eye level as possible. "Good morning, I'm Professor Serizawa. What's your name?" Serizawa asked.
The child took a moment to recognize another person in the room and looked at the foreign professor. "I'm Harry."
"How old are you, Harry?"
"I'm…" he trailed off like he was unable to keep a coherent thought together. "Ten."
"How long have you been here?"
"Professor," the British man interrupted. He softly continued. "We already know this information, it's in the medical file."
"Yes, however, I'd prefer to hear it from him."
"As you wish."
"A long time," Harry replied.
"Do you know how long?" Serizawa asked.
"I told my uncle I was hearing a voice, he then brought me here."
"Can you describe this voice?" Serizawa asked excitedly.
"Deep. Like that Hollywood actor…" he trailed as he tried to think of a name, "…someone."
"That's alright, I don't need a name of an actor. But when was the last time you heard this deep voice?"
"My last birthday? I started to hear the voice again and they gave me more things to swallow in the morning."
"Do you remember what the voice said?"
"'They will awaken soon,'" Harry incanted.
"Who is 'they?'" the British man asked.
"I don't know, but he didn't like them."
"You wouldn't happen to know what the voice, 'he,' looks like? Would you?" Serizawa asked. Harry nodded and slowly made his way over to a hidden nook where he took out a sheet of paper. On it was a drawing. Serizawa clearly knew who the drawing was of, as he only said, "Gojira."
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One year later. Monarch 'base.' USS Saratoga.
Harry sat listening to headphones that connected to a computer. That computer ran software to interpret the hydrophones running along the hull of the supercarrier. He had a comfortable life now that he was out of the mental hospital his uncle put himself in back when he was five. He didn't know any better than the voice he heard was real. But thanks to the Professor and his assistant, he was able to live a relatively normal life.
He heard something on the hydrophone which caused him to sit up straight and listen closely. When it finished, he pulled out a satellite phone and dialed a number he had used many times before. When it connected the only thing he said was, "It's time."
To be continued…?
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And I'm going to call it that one. As you can see, this one isn't super long. The main reason is that I wanted to get this concept out there. The second reason is that I didn't really have much else to say about the idea itself. If anything, I guess you could call it a rough draft of sorts. After all, I'm not super invested in the Monster-verse series outside of watching it. Since this one has been kept pretty short, what did you guys think? Does it have any merit? Let me know in the usual places. Until next time!
