Chapter 1
Howdy everybody, so I know I shouldn't be starting another fic when I can barely keep up with my other 2 buuuuttttt, One Piece is peak right now and I really wanted to try my hand at writing something for it. Add it in admitted burn out for Tribulations, I want to try my hand at a different type of Harry Potter Fic sooooo here's a Harry Potter/One Piece crossover that hopefully will give me the needed break to return to my other Harry Potter story.
DO NOT READ IF YOU AREN'T UP TO DATE WITH MANGA: Sorry let me be more polite, it's up to you but there will be spoilers in this story up to the most recent manga chapter eventually so if you want to avoid Spoilers then I think it's best to avoid this story for now.
In regards to chapter length, this wound up being around 7k which isn't too bad for a passing fancy.
"Expecto Patronum!" = Speech
'Expecto Patronum!' = Thoughts
"What is a 'Hero' though?" = Speach with a quote
*BANG* = Important Noise?
-Flashback- = Flashback setting
"I love you" = Written words
{4:00am} = Important Time/ Date
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, One Piece and related IP belong to their respective owners. The author of this story owns jack-shit and holds no fantasy that they ever will.
Deep beneath the floors of the British Ministry of Magic, the untold secrets of magic itself were researched in its second lowest level, level 9, which housed what some referred to a as the boogeyman of the Ministry: The Department of Mysteries and its haunting employees, The Unspeakables.
These Unspeakables were whispered about in the corridors of the ministry when one was sure they weren't being overheard as rumours of all sorts formed about what sorts of investigations went on down in the depths of the Department of Mysteries ranging from exploring the nature of love, time and even ancient mystical items to name but a few of the rumours.
Now these rumours weren't without some level of truth to them, heck one even suggested the Department of Mysteries was older than the Ministry of Magic itself! Yet no one could have imagined what would occur in its depths on Halloween night 1988...
A tall handsome robed blonde man could be seen running through the halls of the Department of Mysteries as the walls seemed to shake around him, dust falling from tiny cracks forming in the black stonework that was making the mans pale and panicked complexion appear even more ghost like as he made his way towards the black and gold door at the end of the hallway.
Taking a pause and a breath to center himself as he reached the door with one hand resting on it as he feared what he'd see on the other side, another particularly violent shake resounding throughout the hallway gave him the courage and increased urgency he needed to open it and rush through.
"Croaker! Thank Merlin you made it in time, old friend this could turn into an unprecidented disaster if we aren't careful!" A dark but sallow-skinned man could be heard as he shouted up in what seemed like relief at the blonde man emerging from the hallway standing further back and higher up in the amphitheatre-like room, barely being heard over the loud noise echoing from the center of it.
*DOOM-DUT-DA-DA, DOOM-DUT-DA-DA*
The now identified Croaker felt his heart beat in his chest as he heard the words of his long-time friend that were accompanied by the echoing beat that seemed to resonate with his very soul coming from the center of the room, the focal point of every unspeakable in the room spread out along the descending stairs that surrounded the rooms centerpiece and source of the noise:
The Veil of Death.
"Bode what the hell is going!?" Croaker shouted back as he descended to meet his sallow-skinned friend, casting his eyes quickly around the room, counting around 50 similarly hooded and robed witches and wizards in the descending amphitheatre-like room, Merlin that was three-quarters of the whole Department of Mysteries!
*DOOM-DUT-DA-DA, DOOM-DUT-DA-DA*
"We aren't sure! The Veil suddenly started reacting out of no where around 5 minutes ago, sounding out this beat that has been progressively getting louder since whilst it leaks enough magic to replicate a muggle nuke if we aren't careful!" Bode replied over the incessant beat to Croaker who was now standing beside him as the two looked on worriedly, their robes fluttering from the mounting pressure being exuded by the Veil.
A sudden thud to Croakers left drew both their attention as they watched one of their fellow hooded and robbed Unspeakables collapse to the the ground, unable to handle the increase in pressure coming from the Veil as it leaked its magic.
This was soon followed by another thud and its source, an additional collapsed Unspeakable, this time on the duo's right! Watching as some of their colleagues rushed to their ever increasing fallen comrades, the rest remaining focused trying to either decipher what was going on with the Veil or contain the magic that was being released with each beat of the loud drum like noise.
*DOOM-DUT-DA-DA, DOOM-DUT-DA-DA*
As Croaker watched on intently, his mind ablaze with theories that ranged from wondering if someone was trying to communicate from the other side to even if someone had become the fabled Master of Death!
Bode stood steadfast beside him as the two endured the ever increasing pressure that was being emitted by the Veil of Death up on the dais in the center of the room, their fellow Unspeakables continuing to drop until only half the Department of Mysteries' remained on their feet to face the growing situation.
Suddenly, it felt as if the magic in the room condensed itself even further around the Veil before it was released as an intense wave of pressure and pure intent that burst outwards, knocking every remaining Unspeakable in the room unconscious...except two.
Standing as upright as he could whilst black spots invaded his vision, Croaker stood defiant to the aura radiating from the Veil whilst beside him Bode had dropped to one knee but likewise fought insubordinately to remain concious.
Deciding his only hope to stay awake was to copy the Veil, Croaker, whilst fighting the pull of unconciousness, focused as much as he could on the internal feelings of his magic, his very intent with which allows him to alter reality, and condensed it tightly...before releasing it right back at the Veil of Death.
*FWOOOOSSHH*
*DOOM-DUT-DA-DA, DOOM-DUT-DA-DA!*
The sudden increase in pressure that was now coming from Croaker beside him made Bode stumble to his knees fully from the intense power of magic being released in the room, his vision darkening.
That is, until with a shout of raw exertion and will, Bode unknowingly replicated Croakers technique, releasing his own wave of condensed magic that joined his friend's in meeting the similar waves of pressure and magic being released by the Veil, before looking up to see Croakers hand being offered.
*FWOOOOSSHH*
*DOOM-DUT-DA-DA, DOOM-DUT-DA-DA!*
Being pulled to his feet by Croaker, the duo of resilient Unspeakables, stood on much firmer ground as they released wave after wave of their own condensed magical intent against that being released by the Veil of Death before them, cracks spreading throughout the room at the clash as black and red lightning flashed briefly but repeatedly.
"Are those colours?" Croaker asked confused but intrigued as he and Bode watched on whilst swirls of different coloured lights seemed to appear and coalesce within the Veil.
The two continued gazing into the Veil as the multitude of colours began to become more and more vibrant with each passing second, the pressure being released by the Veil mounting alongside them as Croaker and Bode released their own waves of intent-ridden pressure to clash against it as they fought to remain conscious.
Instinctively both knew the situation before them was going to have an effect on the wizarding world, be it from the potential death of 50 Unspeakables to the possibility of the whole Department of Mysteries being destroyed from the magic being released by the Veil but neither of them could've guessed just how far reaching tonights events would echo.
*DOOM-DUT-DA-DA, DOOM-DUT-DA-DA!*
With one last intense series of beats, the noise that was being released from the Veil alongside the overwhelming pressure unexpectantly ceased.
Before suddenly, a brief white flash from the ancient stone artifact containing the myriad of shifting colours seemed to signal the start of something, something new that this world had never seen before...
'The dawn of a New Era...'
The thought had barely flighted across Croakers thoughts when suddenly a beam of purple shot out from the Veil going straight through the ceiling making both Croaker and Bode's eyes go wide in shock.
This was unprecendented, things had gone into the Veil before yes but nothing had ever come out! Their shock kept mounting as a red beam swiftly made it's exit from the Veil and up out of the chamber aswell before it and the purple beam were followed by a blue! Then a green! Then an orange!
Colorful beams of lights continued shooting out of the Veil at great speed as they ascended through the ceiling of the Department of Mysteries, the floors of the British Ministry of Magic and out into the greater world beyond.
Night Owls and late sleepers of all varieties would report seeing these beams shoot across the worlds sky, those of every age, nationality and belief who were awake at the hour could recount the "Night of Shooting Stars" as it would come to be known in the magical world-...
-...and the muggle world.
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Whilst people slept all around the world, tuckered out from the celebrations of Halloween, the myriad of colorful beams searched far and wide for the most innoccuous of things in majorities eyes...fruit.
All across the world fruits both regular and irregular began to be chosen at random by the beams of colorful light, those chosen all undertaking a mesmerizing transformation as colours changed, distinct spiral patterns formed on each individual fruit alongside a curly stem that combined together showcased the uniqueness of each one.
Far away in the well cared for greenhouses of a large West Yorkshire manor, a green beam zipped silently through the glass like a ghost and struck one of the fruits that began shifting, colouring green as it began to resemble a head of broccolli covered in brown spirals where it lay waiting to be discovered.
Across the pond in the vineyards and orchards of southern France, a pink beam found one of the cherries on a Montmorency cherry tree, transforming them into red and purple heart shaped cherries with swirl patterns and a heart shaped stem denoting it's unique nature.
Up in the far north of the continent, in the kitchens of a centuries old insitute that barely managed to hold back the cold from its students, shot a grey beam that began altering a grapefruit, changing its colour to a stone gray with swirls as the top shaped itself to look like the head of a rook chesspiece.
Back in Britain, in the lovely suburbs of Hampstead London the beams of colourful light could be found transforming a fruit even in a house that was instantly identifiable as muggle, this fruit being the top one in a fruit bowl on a lovely kitchen island.
The fruit in question changing from a succulent mandarin orange to a pink flower shaped fruit with swirls on the flower petals, looking quite similar to a pink dahlia.
Meanwhile, in the south east of england another beam of light, this time a light blue, found its way over another suburb that couldn't have been more similar and more different at the same time. Both suburbs were clearly muggle but where as in Hampstead there appeared an air of warmth and individuality, these new ones in Surrey seemed stiffiling with their repetiveness and icy as if blocked off from love.
The light blue beam of light nevertheless made its way over the sparesly decorated suburb to focus on one specific house with a very well maintained garden, filled with petunias, lilies, prized roses among other flowers and plants such as a dwarf mulberry tree which is exactly what the light blue beam was heading towards.
Hitting one of the black mulberries ripe on the branch, none but the moon and stars bore witness to the ripe fruit begin its transformation as it grew in size, the colour taking on the light blue hue of the beam of light whilst it formed an orange leafed top alongside different shaded blue scales who had swirls formed on each individual scale as it was toped by two curly stems.
Of the hundreds of transformed fruits that were spread across the world on that Halloween night none would have as much of an impact than that light-blue swirled fruit hanging taut on the dwarf mulberry tree in the backgarden of Number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.
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*BANG, BANG*
"Boy! Get started on breakfast before my darling Dudders and Vernon are awake, they were up all night celebrating Halloween and I won't have them go hungry!" A shrill female voice could be heard as they knocked on the door of his cupboard before unlocking it, letting in the morning light to illuminate the visage of a malnourished boy with a crows nest for hair but the most startling emerald eyes you've ever seen.
"Yes Aunt Petunia." Replied the quiet boy, as he held his own rumbling stomach, having been sent to his cupboard without dinner yesterday after Dudley snuck some sweets from the candy bowl for trick-or-treaters, blaming the skinny boy for it naturally.
Making sure to glare at him, as if daring him to repeat the perceived slight against her, Petunia made sure to huff before clutching her dressing gown tighter as she made her way upstairs to the shower now that breakfast was organised.
Meanwhile the boy, who couldn't be any older than eight, made his may towards the kitchen on his right where he quickly began putting on rashers, sasuages, pudding, hashbrowns, eggs and toast among other things such as mushrooms dollaped in butter and grilled tomatoe's.
Needless to say it was a full english breakfeast and then some, as the boy knew a regular amount of food wouldn't satisfy the two rotund members of the household if he was being polite.
'Maybe if Vernon went a bit hungry, I could have some.' The boy thought sadly as he cooked away, having to use a stool to reach the counter, before sighing to himself. 'That'll be the day, the day the Dursleys treat anyone by the name of Harry Potter well is the day someone actually wants to be my friend.'
With those morose thoughts, the now named Harry made sure to ignore his rumbling stomach and focus on the food before him, food that he couldn't eat and heaven forbid he burn...his knuckles had bleed by the time Vernon was finished hitting them with his prized rattan cane the last time that he'd burnt breakfast.
This is how the young nephew of the Dursleys spent every morning, a routine he'd become used too as soon as he'd been tall enough to reach the top of the counters with the help of the stool he was still forced to use.
*Grrrrrr*
The sound of his stomach making itself known once again as the delicious smell of the breakfast Harry had cooked wafted up his nose, tempting him more and more as he plated the food, painfully making the decision to not try his luck at stealing any lest he be punished.
And it was bloody well he did, Harry would privately think to himself after the voice that suddenly sounded over his shoulder, nearly causing him to drop the pot of tea as he placed it on the dining table.
"Hurry up boy, Veron's in the bathroom and Dudley should be down any moment!" Petunia said as she appeared at the entrance to the kitchen and saw the plates of food that still had to be put on the table, touching her hair gently as if to put the finishing touches to it as she walked.
"Yes Aunt Petunia." Harry replied robotically as he continued dishing up that mornings breakfast.
The sound of Dudley jumping on the stairs, no doubt hoping to catch Harry unaware on the off chance he was still in his cupboard, signified his impending arrival and caused Harry to roll his eyes when Petunia wasn't looking, long used to Dudleys behaviour.
"Boy, get yourself outside and finish up planting the Lilac and Viburnum from yesterday! Mrs. Johnson thinks she can win the best garden competition just because she can afford those fancy gardeners, well not this year!" Petunia ordered as she opened the back door, pointing out it as Harry got the hint and trudged outside, his stomach still rumbing in pain, as Dudley came in and began devouring his breakfast before even saying goodmorning to his mother.
*Click*
The backdoor clicked shut behind him and Harry made his way over to the left of the backgarden where he'd spent all day yesterday weeding, tending the soil and planting new flowers for Petunias prized garden built on his blood, sweat and tears.
*Grrrrrrr, grrrrrr*
Harry's stomach continued growling as he made his way over, the morning sun shinning down on a brand new day, the always blooming flowers of Number 4 Privet Drive, turning towards the giant orb in the sky.
'Doesn't Aunt Petunia know how weird it is for the garden to always be in bloom?' Harry thought to himself, ignoring his stomach pain as he checked over the spot where he'd been told to plant the new flowers that should be ready come spring.
'Maybe if I get this done fast, I'll get something to eat?' Harry thought to himself as he clutched his hands to his stomach that wouldn't stop rumbling before sighing and turning to make his way over to the small shed tucked away in the back corner of the moderately sized garden when suddenly...he saw it.
Hanging from Aunt Petunia's dwarf mulberry tree hung a weird medium sized, light blue pinecone like fruit that was adorned with swirls and two curly stems.
One thing Harry knew for certain, there was no way his Aunt would ever plant something that would bare such a freakish fruit and doubly so, there's no way she would ever have such a thing in her garden...which meant to Harry's young but risk-adversive and hungry mind, it was free game.
Darting his eyes back to the kitchen and dinning room windows which looked out to the garden, Harry could see the three Dursleys all eating breakfast and watching something on the telly, aka not paying attention to him!
Making his way towards the weird fruit quickly but stealthily, as stealthily as an eight-year old could be atleast, Harry soon found himself plucking it from the branch, holding it in his hands briefly as the sweet scent of it wafted up his nose causing him to gulp audibly in anticipation.
Bringing the freakish fruit up to his mouth, Harry ravenously took a humongous bite out of it, nearly blanching at the taste of it but the pain of his empty stomach gave him all the incentive he needed to force the surprisingly foul tasting fruit down his throat.
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"You heard it here first folks, "The Night of Shooting Stars" is what we here in the BBC are coining the strange phenomena that occured last night! At around 3am, lights every colour of the rainbow and then some, scattered across not only the British night sky my dear listeners, no, but instead the night skies all over the world!" The man on the telly said as he spoke to people sitting down to breakfast all over the nation.
Including the three Dursleys who sent queer eyes towards the TV, unsure what to make of what the news presenter was saying on it.
"Here is some footage we managed to acquire that showcases some of these lights and well, i'll let the footage speak for itself." The news anchor remarked as the TV screen in the Dursleys dining room changed to display what could only be amateur footage from someone who was lucky enough to catch the miraculous sight on tape.
The screen showed colours of every corner of the light spectrum zipping across the sky reminiscent of shooting stars from what appeared to be a farm as the lights unknowingly at the time reached far and wide across the globe.
"Now dear citizens...this is where this story takes a turn from the amazing, to the fantastical!" The news reporter said, the screen once more showing his face as the Dursleys began paying a bit more attention to the telly.
"Those lights you just saw shooting across the sky...they weren't without purpose, no! Each of those beams of light had a destination clear as day but well, you won't believe it folks but it was fruit!" The news reporter said as he showed some cctv footage of a beam hitting a melon in a shop, where it began transforming, taking on a purple colour as swirls appeared alongside a curly stem.
The Dursleys looked on in shock and disgust at the strange transformation that they just witnessed on the telly, taking quick glances amongst each other as if to reassure each other that they had infact witnessed the same thing.
"Now you may ask me, Johnny, how is strange fruit anything sort of fantastical?" The newsreporter asked with a growing grin on his face. "Well, my dear viewers the answer to that is simple! It's what happens to you once you've eaten them that is something straight out of the pages of a comic book!"
The camera showing the reporter paned back and showed that he was joined by a rather modestly attractive woman who wouldn't look out of place in one of Petunia's circles and an athletic looking college student who still looked hungover from the night before if the sunglasses over his eyes and hiccups were any indication.
"With us here today are our two lovely guests, both of whom have attested to eating one of these odd fruits which can be confirmed through both eye-witness testimoney and/or the presented remains of the fruit." Johnny the newsreporter informed the audience at home before he turned towards the housewife.
"Well, as the saying goes everyone 'Ladies first'. So Mrs. Gibson would you like to share the details of what happened once you took a bite of the fruit?" Johnny implored suavely as he directed the attention to the housewife who seemed to preen at it, lavishing in the attention.
"Well Johnny, let me tell you one thing that was blatantly obvious, that fruit was the foulest thing I have ever taken a bite out of! One bite, that's all I could stomach, but once I'd swallowed it...I don't know, I didn't feel any different physically but it was like there was a faint whisper in the back of my head..." Mrs. Gibson regalled to the audience listening with rapt attention from far and wide, the Dursleys included.
"And what was it saying Mrs. Gibson?" Johnny asked gently, surprisingly, as the camera panned back to the woman, focusing solely only her.
"...You ate the Twinkle-Twinkle Fruit..." Mrs. Gibson replied softly as she recalled the moment clearly before letting out a small pained laugh. "I thought I was going mad, my whole world was crashing as those words replayed themselves in my head until suddenly...I could do this."
Mrs. Gibson's extended hand with her palm splayed out was watched by millions as a shiny and bright crystalline substance began growing from her fingertips down across her hand and up her arm leaving spectators shocked.
"As you can see people at home, Mrs. Gibsons whole arm has just turned into what our scientists here at the BBC have identified as diamond, that's right you heard me, DIAMOND!" Johnny the newscaster exclaimed in a shocking and disbelieving tone.
The Dursleys watched in shock at the transformation, all of them for different reasons but the most prominent emotions felt by the three at the table were jealousy of the womans beautiful and potentially afluent ability.
"Now I have some good and bad news for those of you at home, particularly you Gamblers out there, but it appears that each fruit is not only unique in appearance but also in the ability it bestows!" Johnny continued in the flow of it. "Naturally this raises the point of potentially stricking it rich like our lovely Mrs. Gibson here or potentially acquiring a dud ability, afterall reports have come in from our corrensponders in Vietnam where someone has apparently been granted the ability to create pockets on their body!"
"I can't believe it, people would willingly eat a despicable fruit that could leave you stuck with some kind of freakish ability, why if I didn't know any better i'd say they're cursing their souls to hell with such freakishnes." Vernon ranted as he watched Johnny the presenter move on to the next person, the hungover college boy who after conversing with Johnny stood up and suddenly became a seven-foot tall buff bison hybrid wearing his clothes much to the Dursleys horror.
"See! I told you, no god fearing Protestant would ever be caught dead eating such a cursed thing, this must be a sign from Satan himself!" Vernon continued vehemently after seeing the bison transformation.
"Thank you Graham, you can transform back now." Johnny the presenter said to the frat kid who still looked hungover even in hybrid form as he changed back before retaking his seat next to Mrs. Gibson. "As you can see everyone these fruits truly are something never seen before!"
"This novelty and the apparent rarity of these fruits is why collectors are already searching high and low for them to either eat themselves or invest in them for all manner of reason. Yet this positive attitude isn't shared by everyone, members of the christian church have condemned the fruits they believe to be sent from the Devil!" Johnny said as he fanned the flames for these controversial fruits that had suddenly appeared overnight.
"So I ask you all at home this, would you eat one of these 'Devil' fruits?" Johnny said to end the segment on a thought provoking question for those who'd watched the segment before it shifted harmlessly to the weather.
"Gah, the worlds going crazy Pet! I'm going to go back to the bathroom before I have to leave for work, hopefully the lot of them in the office had the sense to avoid those Devil Fruits!" Vernon ranted as he ascended the groaning stairs, whilst Dudley went to go watch cartoons, ultimately leaving Petunia to her thoughts which began drifting towards the freakish thing in her life, namely her nephew who hadn't even asked for breakfast this morning.
"...tch, I might aswell make him a sandwhich whilst he works on my garden, afterall he needs to make sure the Petunias and Lillies are perfect." Petunia mumbled to herself as she got up off the seat sat around the dinning room table to head into the kitchen.
Not five minutes later was Petunia walking towards the backdoor with a ham and cheese sandwhich on a plate in her left hand whilst her right held a glass of water.
Opening the door carefully so she made sure not to drop anything, Petunia so focused on the task at hand didn't notice her Nephew until she'd turned around to face him after closing the backdoor.
"AHHHHH, VERNON!" Petunia shrieked in shock, the glass in her hand falling to the ground and shattering whilst she stared at the sight of her accursed Nephew just about to finish eating the most freakish looking fruit she'd ever seen!
Frozen in shock and fear, Harry dropped the remains of the blue fruit he'd been devouring despite it's awful taste, now staring at his Aunt Petunia who stood at the backdoor, Dudley soon joining her after hearing her scream followed by a blustering Vernon who was trying to pull his pants up.
"Pet, are you alright? What did the boy do to you!?" Vernon said as he saw the ashen face of his wife who was pointing at his freak of a nephew, the remains of a strange blue fruit at his feet in the grass.
"He, he ate one of those things! Those 'Devil' Fruits!" Petunia shrieks in outrage at her freaky nephew who was watching on in confusion and fear, what had he eaten!?
"What!?" Vernon roared as he turned his attention fully to his scared nephew who looked panicked, his thoughts running a mile a minute whilst Dudley watched on in glee at his stressed cousin.
"W-what did I eat? Is it gonna kill me!?" Harry asked worriedly, dreading the answer especially as he watched a malicious grin form on Vernon's face.
"Ohhhh you've done it now boy, that fruit you just ate was cursed by the Devil himself!" Vernon said hatefully as he watched with utter joy the look of despair appear on his hated nephews face. "You sold your soul boy, you'll never see your parents in heaven...not that they got there in the first place."
After hearing Vernon's cruel words, tears began building in Harry's eyes before a look of anger crossed his face at Vernon's cruel words which was punctuated by Dudley's laughter the sound of which was fanning Harry's inner flame.
Petunia was the first to notice the azure coloured scales beginning to run down Harry's right shoulder and arm whilst going up his neck at the same time, the effect stopping below his chin and before his wrist.
"Eh Vernon, perhaps we should find out which cursed fruit he ate first?" Petunia said cautiously, she'd always been nervous of her sisters child after he once set the curtains in the living room on fire as a toddler after being scared of the fireworks the Halloween after she'd first been dumped with him.
"You always were so smart Pet. So boy, out with it, what fruit is the devil telling you you ate? And don't try lying to me or else no food for a week!" Vernon complimented his wife before turning back to Harry who had just realised that he had scales all down his arm and was looking at them terrified.
'What the heck is going on!' Harry screamed internally as sweat began to build on his brow, his arm going shaky.
'...You ate the Fish-Fish fruit...-' A mysterious and etheral voice seemed to whisper in Harry's ear which he carefully repeated back to his glaring 'family'
"Eh, I-i ate the Fish-Fish fruit..." Harry replied to Vernon who's volatile visage turned into one of sick amusement as he burst out laughing at his nephew, Dudley joining in as the two land whales began joking between each other about his useless fruit, even his Aunt joining in for one or two cruel barbs.
Harry was just about to shout back at them, consequences be damned as they continued mocking him about his fruit and denile from Heaven when he was silenced by the etheral voice continuing to speak.
'-...Model: Azure Dragon.'
Harry froze which went unnoticed by the Dursleys who continued laughing at him amongst themselves, all the while a myriad of thoughts ran through his mind, all of them centering on the voice and what it'd just whispered to him.
'What do you mean Fish-Fish fruit Model: Azure Dragon!? How is a fish a dragon!? And what about my soul!? Hello! Are you there Mrs. Etheral voice?' Were some of the panicked thoughts that ran through the emerald eyed boy's mind as he tried to get a response from the etheral voice.
Unfortunately for Harry he would not be getting a response, something which became obvious to him the longer he spent awaiting an answer that was never coming whilst his relatives continued insulting him.
"Oh I needed that laugh boy, you made yourself even more of a freak and got jack-shit out of it!" Vernon said as he finally seemed to get a hold on his laughter in time to deliver that hateful barb before turning to head back into the house but not before speaking over his shoulder. "Can't wait to tell the fellows at Grunnings, don't think any of us have ever seen such a shit trade."
With his peace said, Vernon hobbled back towards the house, particularly the bathroom, Dudley following still laughing at Harry as he went back to his cartoons in the living room.
"Here." Was all Petunia said as she watched her nephew glaring at the grass beneath his feet, her hand outstretched with the plated sandwhich she'd miraculously kept in her hands.
Looking up in surprise, Harry thought maybe his Aunt was finally coming around to him, something he used to wish for when he was younger, only to be painfully reminded that his luck wasn't good enough for that.
"Clean up the glass then get back to the garden, I want it done by 2pm." Was all a glaring Petunia Dursley said as she passed over the plate to the now cursed boy before turning on her heel and marching away, pausing at the door to say one last thing. "And get rid of that freakish fruit, it's a stain on my garden."
Watching as his aunt closed the door behind her, Harry turned his gaze down to the sandwhich he now held and the fruit which had cursed/ blessed him? If he could stomach the rest of the fruit he might be full for once when he includes the sandwhich.
First though...how the heck does he turn his arm back to normal? The azure scales running down his arm certainly looked beautiful, and tough!, but he hoped he could return to normal, he already got enough negative attention, he didn't need any more!
So sitting down infront of the pre-prepared soil, his left hand holding a sandwhich he was taking careful bites out whilst he tried focusing on turning his arm back to normal was how Harry spent the next hour, taking a quick five minutes to clean up the glass.
Eventually Harry managed to get the scales on his arm to receed back into his skin, something that caused a not so small sigh of relief from the eight-year old who spent the rest of the day torn between excitement at his new ability and panic at what having these abilities meant for him.
These feelings would last for the rest of the day, and even as he fell asleep, he couldn't help but wonder what his life was gonna be like from now on.
'Maybe one day i'll be able to fly free from here...' A hopeful Harry Potter thought, laying down in his tiny cupboard on his even smaller and dirtier mattress as he drifted off to sleep, dreaming of a brighter future.
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Blearily opening his eyes, Harry took a second to observe his surroundings before concluding one important fact: He wasn't in his cupboard.
Granted that wasn't exactly reassuring as he wasn't sure where here really was, all around him stone stretched for the eye to see, two horn like mountains to his left and right respectively peaking through the dark clouds whilst the faint sound of the ocean could be heard on the breeze.
"Where the hell am I?" Harry muttered to himself as he pushed himself to his feet, rubbing his arms from the cold breeze that carried the salty water from the ocean presumeably somewhere nearby.
*BOOM!*
The crash and bang of thunder and lightning sounded out across the night sky causing Harry to jump in fright from the sudden noise and flash as he cast scared eyes around the mountain range he found himself in.
Harry's eyes darted from one shadow to the next as he kept his guard up no matter how much he wanted to collapse to the ground in a ball. His relatives had obviously decided it wasn't worth keeping him anymore after he ate that cursed fruit and had decided to abandon him in the Welsh or Scottish mountains.
As soon as he finished that thought Harry felt the inexplicable urge to look up, right as the thunder and lightning crashed across the sky and at that moment Harry saw something which terrified him to his core, bright red eyes hung high in the dark clouds, the faint snakelike silhoutte of something huge glaring down at him.
Standing there staring up at the clouds concealing something humongous, Harry felt his knees shake involuntarily but despite that fear he remained standing and staring up above as the clouds begin to part.
What Harry saw would be burned into his mind for the rest of his life, the unmatched visage of the king of beasts coming into view, Harry's eyes widening in disbelief and fear as he witnessed the descent of the azure dragon.
Miles long, the godly visage of an azure scaled dragon with a tough looking yellow underbelly, long mustachied snout and huge horns floated above the dark mountain range, being illuminated by the clouds of flame circling it's two clawed wrists and the occassional flash of lightning.
The dragon glared down at the young boy standing far below him, their difference in size and presence being unmistakeable to anyone there to bare witness to the scene... and yet, the boy stayed on his feet.
This seemed to spur the dragon on who let out a deep bellow of a roar that resounded across the mountainside, the wind produced fluttering Harrys oversized clothing and his untamable messy head of pitch black hair as well as nearly blowing him off his feet!
Barely catching himself from being blown away, Harry turned his gaze into a glare towards the azure dragon, he'd been pushed around by everyone he's ever met and he was sick and tired of it!
So getting back to his feet as steadily as he could, Harry turned a ferocious, for an eight-year old, glare at the dragon who started to rush down towards the ground in response inciting a fear in Harry that he quickly quashed, if he was going to die here, then he would die standing defiant!
Before his very eyes Harry watched in confusion and curiousity as the humongous azure dragon transformed into a near equally impossingly sized figure of a man...atleast if a man could get to over 20' foot and grow massive horns that poked out of a black mane of hair, matched by an equally as long mustache that hung off his glare set face.
As the two stood there glaring at each other, Harry could tell this was the beginning to something he'd never forget.
Well that's chapter 1 folks, hope you all enjoyed the start of one of my new stories that will be updated randomly if i'm being honest at the moment as life is quite busy but I will try update as often as my schedule allows!
Constructive criticism is definitely appreciated btw so don't be afraid to review if you have questions or spotted a plot hole i missed!