Dis Lexics vault of Secrets
Ideas, plot bunnys that won't let go, possible future stories. feel free to pick up the stories if you like them.
And here we are, back for another entry into the Vault. This time it is an anwser to one of my own challenges, A Pledge for Power, rules below.
Rather than ending up in Borgen and Berks after his disastrous attempt at Flooing, Harry instead ends up in a strange room with nothing but a stone coffin in the centre. While trying to find a way out, Harry accidentally knocks the lid off. However, rather than a corps, inside is a beautiful girl with a seal on her chest. curious, Harry removes the seal and awakens the girl, bringing the re-emergence of an old and powerful race.
RULES!
Whatever is in the coffin must be bound to Harry in some way. This binding gives him power, although what that power is is up to you.
Light, Grey or Dark, but I would prefer Harry not be evil.
Must start during Harrys ill fated trip.
Dumbledore must try and brake the bond at some point.
Sirius must be released.
At some point the girl must use the line, 'I hate humans. There all the same.'
SUGGESTIONS!
Crossovers! this idea actually comes from Elemental Gelade.
Harry is paired with his new friend.
A new prophecy being made abut the return of this new species.
More of this species appearing.
FORBIDDEN!
Hermione, Sirius and Remus being against Harry.
Harry siding with Dumbles or Voldie.
The bond being broken.
It also happens to be a crossover of Harry Potter and Elemental Gelade. Enjoy!
I own neither Harry Potter nor Elemental Gelade.
Harry Potter and the Legend of the Edel Raid
Harry genuinely thought he was going to be sick as he was whipped past rooms and fireplaces at speeds that the human body should not have been able to survive. He had just attempted to use the Floo for the first time and the distinct lack of explanation of what to expect had resulted in his current situation of being about to throw up. Seriously, why did no one ever think to simply explain things to him? Because he was the Boy-Who-Lived most likely. God he hated that name.
Harry was just reaching the limit of what his stomach could handle and was idly wondering what would happen if he really did throw up, when he came to an abrupt halt and was shot bodily from the fireplace to land in a pile of junk. After digging himself out of the pile with many a curse, he looked around at his new surroundings. They were aiming for the Leaky Cauldron and this didn't look like the right place. It looked like the back room of a junk shop, filled with piles broken furniture and the walls were lined with cabinets that were full of broken glasses, crockery and stained books. The young Wizard began to explore his surroundings, looking for a way out. As he did, he found a few things that did not look like they belonged in a junk shop, like a box full of gold coins and jewels, as well as a few things that had clearly been thrown away for a reason, like a gold Michelangelos David style statue with a creepy duck like head.
However what really caught Harrys eye was the large box in the middle of the room. It looked to be made out of some kind of grey stone and the lid was carved with an intricate pattern with several coloured gems in the top. Compared to the rest of the junk that filled the room, it looked brand new, if a little dusty. Harry, being the curious 12 year old he is, despite his relatives many attempts to beat it out of him, moved closer to the box and leaned in to examine it. As he did, Harry could have sworn that he saw the gems on the top flash in a patten.
"Did I imagine that?" asked Harry as he knelt down beside the box, blowing off the dust that covered it. The young Wizard touched the Gems in the pattern they had lit up in, only to jump back in shock as the lid opened with a clunk.
Harry gulped and stepped forwards again, peering into the box, only to see an impenetrable darkness inside, even when he opened the lid another few inches. The only thing that could be seen was a talisman with a few squiggly lines and some blue ribbon attached.
"Is that it?" asked Harry, reaching in and picking the talismen up, "That big box for this little…"
He trailed off, his eyes widening and his jaw dropping in shock as, with the talisman removed, the darkness in the box cleared and he saw the true treasure hidden within.
It was a girl that looked to be about Harrys age, maybe a bit younger, with long hair of an unusual light purple, wrapped up in a blue and white ribbon. Her skin was flawless, soft looking and pale as milk She was dressed in a knee length, dark purple dress with a matching ribbon around her neck and a pair of metallic platform boots secured together with two black buckles. All in all, she was the sort of girl that could make even a socially repressed 12 year old hot under the collar.
Harry gulped, his face pinking slightly as he leant over the box (his mind automatically shied away from 'coffin') to take a closer look at the girl.
"Wow, shes so pretty," he thought, "Her skin looks so soft."
He reached out to touch the girls cheek, only for her eyes to open, revealing a pair of emeralds that matched his perfectly. Not that Harry noticed as he was too busy backpedaling away, stuttering apologize. The girl seemed to ignore him however and simply stretched, yawning cutely and rubbing her eyes, before clambering out of the box and looking around.
"E-excuse me," said Harry, "A-are you alive? Why were you in that box?"
The girl ignored him though and began to walk forwards, passing by the shocked boy who just turned to watch her. A few feet from Harry, she stopped, before her legs seemed to lose their strength and she would have fallen had Harry not caught her.
"Hey, are you OK?" asked the boy, concerned for this strange girl, "Are you sure you should be moving?"
It was at that moment that he noticed that when he had caught her, his hands had landed on her chest. Harry quickly backpedaled, babbling apologize as he tried to avoid the impending beatdown. He'd seen what happened to boys who got to handsy far to many times in the Common Room at school.
"I hate you," said the girl in a quiet voice. Despite the fact it was barely above a whisper, the sound easily cut through Harrys babbling.
"Huh?" he asked, "Thats a little harsh, it was an accident.
"You smell just like a human," said the girl, "Therefor, I hate you."
"Huh?" asked Harry again, "But aren't you human?"
The girl just turned away and began walking towards the previously unnoticed door. Harry watched her go until she opened the door. The sudden light broke Harry from his stupor and he ran after the girl.
"Hey, wait a sec!" he yelled, chasing after her.
The door lead outside into a sparsely populated street that was just off Diagon Alley. Harry could tell because he could see the back of Ollivanders and Flourish and Blotts, not that he was really paying much attention to that as he was too busy looking around for the strange girl.
"If you're looking for the girl who came out before you, she went that way," said a passerby, pointing down the street.
"Thank you!" said Harry, dashing off.
Harry had no idea why he was chasing the girl, she had said she hated him after all, but there was something deep inside him that told him to go after her and that he would regret it for the rest of his life if he didn't. The boy rounded the corner and spotted the girl at the other end of the ally, hemmed in by several large men in black robes.
"Well well, look what we have here," sneered one, "Whats a pretty thing like you doing out here all alone?"
The girl just looked at him with an apathetic face.
"Always the same, humans never change," she murmured.
"What was that?" growled the big man.
"Stop this talking," growled another one, "Just grab her and lets go. I want to have some fun."
"An excellent idea," said the first guy, a sick grin on his face, "With someone like this, the boss is sure to reward us."
He reached for the girl, only to be sent stumbling as Harry shoulder charged him. Due to the massive weight difference between the brick shithouse and the slightly built twelve year old, the man barely stumbled, but it was enough to allow Harry to put himself between the men and the girl.
"Why you little brat," growled the man as he righted himself, "Get lost brat, this has nothing to do with you."
Harry scowled, inwardly cursing his inner Gryffindor as looked around and took in the group of burly men who were grinning and drawing wands.
"Stay behind me," he whispered to the girl, "I won't let them touch you."
The girl looked slightly surprised by that declaration, the first emotion shown since she woke up.
"Oh, and what do you plan to do, brat?" asked one of the men.
Harry narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists before he did the most stupid thing imaginable. He charged them. He actually did pretty well, what with Wizards being used to fighting from a distance and hadn't been expecting the small boy to attack them physically.
The girl watched with a blank face as the boy who woke her up took on a large group of grown men to protect her when he could have just walked away without getting involved, confused as to why he would do such a thing when, in her experience, humans always looked after number one. She was broken from her thoughts as the boy slammed into the stone wall beside her, coughing up a small amount of blood as he slid down in a heap.
"Thats it," growled one of the men, nursing a split lip, "You are dead brat!"
The men began to close in, intending to beat the boy to death, only for him to force himself to his feet, glaring at the men with defiance, before grabbing the girls wrist and sprinting off down the street. The men quickly took off in pursuit. Harry however had a lot of experience escaping from his Cousin and his Gang and, even in an unfamiliar place, he was able to put it to good use and lose the men in the maze of alleys, eventually coming to a stop behind the Ice Cream parlour.
Harry groaned as he let go of the girls hand and slid down into a sitting position against the wall, holding his side with a pained look on his face.
"He fights so hard for you," whispered a voice in the girls head, "Why join with help him?"
The girl hesitated for a moment, before reaching down and taking Harrys hand. The dark haired wizard glanced at her and smiled.
"Don't worry, everythings going to be fine," he said.
"Why did you do that?" asked the girl, "Why did you help me when you could have just run?"
"Because it was the right thing to do," said Harry as if it was the easiest thing in the world, smiling up at the girl, "Anyone would have done it."
Harry became serious.
"And theres another reason. From the moment I saw you open your eyes, I recognised them. I knew that you were all alone. I know because I see those eyes in the morning every day, looking back at me in the mirror. I may hide it and I'm not as alone anymore, but I don't have anyone who knows what its like to be truly alone with no one to care for you. I wouldn't wish that on anyone."
"I don't understand," whispered the girl, "You're human, but you protected me. Your strange."
Harry chuckled painfully, before stiffening as the men rounded the corner and spotted them.
"You won't be getting away this time," growled one of the men as more appeared at the other end of the alley, "There's no where left to go."
"I won't let you touch her!" snarled Harry, struggling to his feet. Before he could do anything though, the girl tugged on his hand.
"I don't know why, but I somehow know that this is the right choice," said the girl.
"What?" asked Harry, looking at the girl in confusion.
At that moment, the first spells cast by the men reached them, only to be deflected as a wall of teal wind suddenly appeared, swirling around the two children.
On a Helpless but Pretty Night,
Soothing and Comforting and Prosperous on the Eyelids,
Surrounded by the Lively and Bright Fields of Heaven.
I at this moment, make this promise to join like twins,
Like a string of breaths, winds grabbed ahold of us.
I at this moment, and through eternity,
where the winds of the red soul
as I make this promise and bind my Soul to yours.
"I can hear her singing inside my head," thought Harry as he watched the girl begin to glow.
As the song came to an end, the wind dispersed and revealed Harry standing and looking at his right arm and the weapon that covered it in shock.
"W-what is this thing?" he stuttered.
END! there we go, a few things stolen from Episode one of Elemental Gelade,a slightly OOC Harry and a complete overkill for taking care of some thugs. This is one I may work on later once I have finished with one of my current stories, but it is still available for adoption if your interested.
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