Dis Lexics vault of Secrets
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And were back with another challenge answer, this time Anubis of the Highway Thieves As the Seventh Month Dies.
My Idea for a wrong child who lived fic.
In this Harry is a squib(and true Child-Who-Live) while his younger sister by 2-3 years is considered the(wrong) Girl-Who-Lived.
Requirements:
James and Lily live.
To make this clear Harry must have been born a squib but neither the Potters or their friends care, they love him anyway and Harry is fully aware of this.
Harry must be very protective of his sister.
Harry must have been born within the last 5-10 minutes of SEPTember.
This must crossover with some other book/anime/manga etc. with Harry being able to use the power from the crossover while being taught by someone from there, like being the apprentice of Negi Springfield or Evangeline McDowell(just because he can't use Wizardry doesn't mean he can't use an other magic system) or Naruto Uzumaki, you can even give him a Sacred Gear as long as he stays human.
Must have a girlfriend from the crossover-verse that joins him(like Evangeline or Himawari Uzumaki).
Harry must compete in the Tri Wizard Tournament; with Voldemort refusing to believe that Harry is a squib despite evidence to the contrary; because, in his arrogance, he refuses to believe a squib can harm him.
Forbidden:
Potter bashing.
Draco bashing, he must at least be the younger sister's best friend(just thinking of Harry using something like Magia Erebea or a Cho Odama Rasengan if Draco becomes her boyfriend is amusing).
Recomended:
Harry's sister having a slight Brother complex.
Dimension traveling Harry.
Optional:
An enemy of dimension traveling Harry that makes Voldie look like a Kitten compared to a Nundu.
Harem.
This time, the story is a cross of HP and Buso Renkin cus why the hell not? Enjoy!
I own nothing!
Harry Potter, Squib, Brother, Alchemist
A taxi pulled up outside a seemingly empty plot of land a few miles outside the city of Derby. The driver frowned as he looked around at the empty fields, before turning and looking back at his passenger.
"Are ya sure dis is da place guv?" he asked in a thick accent that spoke clearly of his heritage as a local.
"Yes, thank you," said the passenger.
"Well, suit yourself," said the man, shrugging, "That'll be £20 then guv."
The passenger paid the man and climbed out, slinging his bag over his shoulder as the car drove away. The man smiled, as he watched the house fade into view as the magic welcomed him home.
"Its good to be home," murmured Harry Potter, the eldest son and Squib of the Potter family, "And yet the house hasn't changed one bit."
He was a tall, young man of about 17 years, with messy black hair, bright green eyes and a handsome face that had many a girl swooning. He was dressed simply in jeans and a tshirt with a leather aviators jacket over the top and a pair of flight goggles around his the back of his jacket there was the alchemical symbol Amalgam consisting of an upward pointing arrow with three lines over it and the roman numeral VII inside a hexagon.
Harry walked up to the gates and, without waiting for them to open, stepped through them as if they were made of smoke. As he made his way up the drive, numerous House Elves briefly appeared with words of greeting before popping off back to work. By the time Harry reached the door, his grin threatened to split his face open and his eyes sparkled with eager joy as he opened the door and immediately dropped his bag and caught the red topped missile that slammed into his torso.
"BIG BROTHER!"
Harry laughed as he spun his younger sister around before setting her down and hugging her tight.
"Hey little sis," he said as he let her go and held her at arms length to look at her.
Jade Potter was to Lily what Harry was to James, a near perfect clone, only with her fathers hazel eyes. Due to her beauty, and her status as the Girl-Who-Lived, she was heavily sort after by boys at school, but she was more than capable of looking after herself, despite the fact she was rather slightly built. She was dressed in a short blue skirt and a pink top with a cats head on the front. her chin length red hair was kept out of her eyes by a headband with a pair of cat ears attached.
"You're late," said Jade, pouting at her brother.
"Yeah, sorry," said Harry, rubbing the back of his head, "My plane was delayed."
"Oh Harry, we were getting worried," said a new voice as a beautiful Red-headed woman appeared at the top of the stairs.
"Hey mom," said the young man, moving forwards to embrace his mother.
Lily hugged her son back, before the two broke apart as Jade ran up and grabbed her brothers hand.
"Come on Harry, Mom, if we don't hurry up we'll be late!" she cried before rushing off, dragging her older brother with surprising strength as a chuckling Lily followed. The three Potters arrived in the living room of the house where two men were waiting around a hairbrush on the table.
"Hey there Pup," said Sirius as he saw his Godson enter the room, grabbing the smaller man in a headlock and ruffling his hair, much to the young mans annoyance.
"Get of you stupid mutt!" said Harry, pushing the man off him as the rest of his family chuckled.
"Alright, thats enough, its nearly time for the Portkey to leave," said Lily as the hairbrush began to glow blue.
The Potters plus Sirius gathered around the Portkey and were quickly whisked away, landing easily in front of a pair of board looking wizards who were doing their best impression of Muggles, in other words, they looked like escapees from the Asylum. After procuring a map, the group headed into the campground to find their tent.
"Oh, I can't wait for the match to start!" squealed Jade, hopping up and down excitedly.
"Calm down Jade, its just a Quidditch match," said Harry, only to immediately shut up as Jade, James and Sirius directed wide eyed looks towards him.
"BLASPHEMA!" they yelled in unison, pointing at the deadpanning boy.
"Good grief you lot are worse than Bravo when someone gets him going," muttered the green eyed teen with a sweatdrop.
The family continued through the campsite, ignoring the people who were pointing and whispering, either excitedly at Jade or with disgust at Harry, the supposed 'shame of the Potters'.
See, Jade was the vaulted Girl-Who-Lived, the one who had supposedly defeated Voldemort when he had attacked the Potter holiday cottage in Godrics Hollow nearly 14 years ago.
Harry on the other hand was a Squib, something that many Pure-blood families would have tossed out like yesterdays trash. Not the Potters though. They were always different than their peers and loved Harry as much as they did Jade, even though he was really home thanks to his duties. What duties you ask? well that will have to wait until later.
The family reached their assigned spot, marked by a sign driven into the ground that read 'Potter' and immediately started putting up their tent. Or rather, Lily and Harry did so as they were the only ones with any experience and had ordered the two man-children to stay put after James had nearly brained Sirius with the mallet.
Once the tent was set up, the family sat and watched the world go by with numerous notice-me-not charms up to prevent them from being swarmed with fans. This proved to be an excellent idea when there neighbours arrived, the biggest family of Light supporters, gold diggers and fans imaginable, the Weasleys. Well, thats a little unfair, it was only really the mother, Molly, a woman with a voice that could put Banshees to shame, and Ronald, a lazy pig of a boy who had somehow gotten it into his head that he and Jade were meant to be, despite the many times he had gotten the crap kicked out of him by the girl. For a Witch, she was remarkably handy with her fists. The family actually had a very good time watching the Wizarding families antics as they tried to put their tent up and start a fire the mundane way, only to still be trying by the time the sun set and the many vendors appeared with trays full of goodies and everyone began to make there way to the stadium.
The match was very impressive, to the point of impressing even Harry who cared as much about the sport as he did most of the Wizarding World. In other words, not at all. He could appreciate the skill of the players though, being a keen flyer himself, although his method was a little more… flashy than theres. After the match had ended, the family plus Sirius retired to their tent to enjoy some quiet family time. Unfortunately, that quiet was broken by the sound of explosions and screams.
"Wow, sounds like the Irish are enjoying themselves," said Sirius as James headed outside to see what was going on.
"Its not the Irish," said the Potter Lord, dashing back into the tent, "We need to move, now."
The family obeyed, knowing better than to argue with James when he was in Auror mode. Harry was first out and stopped to survey the campground, taking in the burning tents and the large crowd of masked wizards rampaging through the campground with something suspended above them. Harry scowled when he saw it was the Mundane camp manager and his family.
"Harry, come on!" yelled Lily, "Leave it to the Aurors!"
Harry glanced back at his Father and Godfather as they dashed towards the crowd, all traces of their usual joking gone.
"Sorry Mom, but I can't leave an innocent in danger," said Harry, reaching into his pocket, "Take care of Jade, I'm going."
"Wait, what can you do?" asked Lily, grabbing her sons arm, "You can't use magic!"
"I fight things far more dangerous than a bunch of drunk bigots on a daily basis," said Harry, looking at his mother with steely eyes before they softened, "Trust me, I'll be fine."
And Lily believed him. She had no idea what it was that he did, but she had seen what he was capable of when he was training at home. The boy could splinter rock with his bare hands.
"Alright, just be safe," said Lily as she let go of her sons arm.
"Always," said Harry, "Besides, if I die then Ouka will kill me."
With that last statement, Harry dashed off, pulling a hexagonal medallion out of his pocket as he ran.
Within the crowd of masked men, one of them sneered as he fired another Cruciatus at a fleeing Mudblood, inwardly revealing at her screams of agony. He kept the spell going, watching with glee as the pathetic worm writhed in agony. He would have continued his fun had a booted foot not slammed into his face, shattering his mask and sending him staggering back. The masked bigot looked up, glearing at the person who had dared lay a hand on him, only to stop at the sight of the Potter Squib standing in front of the group with a hard glare on his face.
"Well looky here lads," he said, drawing his fellow Death Eaters attention to the stain before them, "If it isnt the Potter Squib, willingly giving himself up to clear away the blot on a good familys name! Now if only his whore of a mother would do the same!"
The group let up into raucous laughter, ignorant of the large amount of killing Intent the young boy was giving out.
"You people make me sick," he said, his voice cutting through the laughter like a knife.
"What was that?" growled one of the Death Eaters.
"You attack the innocent, look down on others because they're not inbred and to make matters worse, you inculted my mother!"
"Aw, is the Squib mad?" asked one of the men in a patronizing voice, "What are you gonna do about it? Its not like you can hurt us, you can't even use a wand!"
"True," said Harry, "But I can use this."
He held up the medallion, revealing it to be made of a strange silver metal with the same symbol as was on the back of his jacket stamped on the front.
"Oh I'm so scared!" said the one who Harry had kicked, "Oh wait, no I'm not! Stay there Potter, we'll get back to you just as soon as we find your whore of a mother and sister!"
That was a mistake, as was proven by the sudden increase of KI as soon as the man had mentioned Harrys sister. The young mans grip tightened on the medallion in a white knuckle grip.
"Thats it," snarled the boy, "Before I was just gonna let you off with a beating, but now I'm gonna kill you."
"I'd like to see you try! AVADA KEDAVRA!"
"BUSO RENKIN!"
The green light of the Killing Curse shot towards to boy, as the Kakugane opened and glowed brightly, bolts of energy swirling around Harry. The Curse reached the boy just as the light faded, only to dissipate against a black wall. The Death Eaters watched in shock as the wall seemed to unfurl, revealing Harrys Buso Renkin. It consisted of three pairs of massive wings, each one nearly six foot in span, attached to the back of a matt black armoured flack jacket. The feathers of the wings were made of a strange black metal that caught the light of the burning fires and reflected a blinding gold.
"Buso Renkin of the Flight Jacket," said Harry as he spread the six massive wings, the metal moving and flexing like flesh, "Archangels Jerkin."
END! There we go, I hope you liked this entry to the Vault, as well as my own Buso Renkin! Please leave me a review and, as always, feel free to adopt this story if you like.