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 we're back, this time for an answer to one of my own Challenges, Dumbledores Favor, rules below.
Lily and James survive, Harrys sibling is named the CWL, Harry is abandoned. all extremely common theams around here. but what if Dumbledore was against it? what if he always intended the Potters to be a family? Instead of leaving Harry to the Dursleys, he instead calls in a favour with a very old friend who trains Harry into a very powerful individual.
RULES!
Light, Grey or Dark Harry
Crossover, Harry must be left with someone from another crossover. EG, Death Soul Eater, The Palice of Heavens Road Shakugan no Shana, Urahara, the Charmed Ones etc.
Good Dumbles. he can still be manipulative, but he is genuinely interested in keeping everyone safe.
non Horcrux Harry, must be destroyed some how.
Powerful Harry.
Crossover paring.
Forbidden:
Harry forgiving his parents, although he can develop a relationship with his siblings.
Harry being with a HP character.
Harry joining Voldie
Evil Harry, Dark does not mean evil after all.
SUGGESTIONS.
Non-human Harry
Non-human Dumbles
This time through, the story is a crossover with Shakugan no Shana. Enjoy!
I don't own Harry Potter or Shakugan no Shana.
Dumbledores Favor
"I'm sorry, could you repeat that please?" asked Dumbledore at he stared at the couple stood on the other side of his desk, "It sounded like you said you were going to abandon your son at an orphanage."
"Thats right," said James, "We're going to leave Harry at an orphanage for a few years."
"Can I ask why?" asked the old man after taking a deep breath to avoid blowing up at the couple.
"Well, since we're going to be focusing on training Jason we won't have time to look after him," said Lily as if it was obvious.
"And why can't you train them both together?" asked Dumbledore, clasping his hands on the desk to keep them from shaking.
"That will distract us from getting Jason ready for when You-Know-Who returns," said James, "Look, we just don't want Harry getting jealous of Jason, so we're going to leave Harry at an Orphanage until his 11 birthday."
"And you really think he'll just come running back into your arms and forgive you for leaving him?" asked Dumbledore.
"We're his parents," said Lily as if that cleared the argument up completely, "Anyway, we've already dropped him off, we were just dropping by to let you know."
The Potters turned and left the room, leaving Dumbledore to stare after them, agast that they could do such a thing to their own child. After a second, the old man dropped his head onto the desk with a thump.
"How did it go so wrong?" he asked no one in particular, before sitting up and looking over at Fawkes, "What do you think, old friend?"
"I think we should help the kid," said the Phoenix, "He doesn't deserve that fate."
"True," said Dumbledore, "I guess its time to call in that favor."
"The Palace of Heavens Roads?" asked Fawkes, "Are you sure?"
"Why not? Its not like the Flame of Heaven can turn me down."
The old wizard got to his feet and held an arm out to Fawkes.
"Lets go."
The Phoenix spread his wings and the two vanished in a flash of scarlet flames. They reappeared before an orphanage on the outskirts of London where a small basket could be seen on the doorstep.
"They didn't even make sure they got him," muttered Dumbledore, shaking his head in disgust, before pausing at the sight of a black cloaked figure approaching the bundle, a green glowing stick in his hand.
Barty Crouch Junior chuckled insanely as he stared down at the spawn of the Potters and the brother of the brat who killed his master. The tip of his wand began to glow green in anticipation for the spell that would begin the insane mans quest for revenge. Before he could cast the spell though, a voice cut through his concentration.
"Good evening Mr Crouch."
The Death Eater spun around, the glow vanishing from his wand, to find himself looking at the silver hair, blue eyes and terrible dress sense of Albus Dumbledore with his Phoenix on his shoulder. However, there seemed to be something different about the kindly old Headmaster tonight. To start with, his usually kindly smiling face was hard and his eyes had a glimmer in them that was different than his usual jovial twinkle. In fact, it almost looked like blue fire flickering in the depths of his eyes.
"May I ask what you are doing out here so late?" asked Dumbledore.
Crouch cast around for an answer, before a thought crossed his mind.
"Wait, we're all alone out here and Dumbledore won't suspect me to be a Death Eater. I can kill two birds with one stone!"
"I'm out here to get revenge," whispered the crazed Death Eater, "Now DIE! AVADA KEDAVRA!"
He whipped his wand up and unleashed the deadly curse. The light struck Dumbledore right in the chest and the old man staggered back and fell to his knees.
"HAHAHA! HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT OLD MAN?!"
Dumbledore just sighed and got back to his feet, brushing of his garish mauve robes. Crouchs eyes widened in shock as the old man just seemed to shrug of the Killing Curse.
"W-what, how are you still alive?" stuttered the Death Eater.
"Do you know how that spell actually works?" asked Dumbledore, "It works by severing the bond with this world. For that reason, it is useless against those who are not of the Earth."
"Whats that supposed to mean?!" demanded Crouch, only to gasp as he felt something sharp penetrate his chest.
The Death Eater looked down and saw the hilt of a sword sticking out of his chest, having pierced his heart. Crouch staggered and began to tip forwards, only for his body to be engulfed in blue flame and vanish, the fire flowing up and into Fawkes beak. As the last of the Existence vanished into the birds beak, the old man approached the basket on the steps and gently lifted the child into his arms. A flash of red fire later and he was gone, leaving nothing but an abandoned basket and a small Torch that wandered off.
Far, far away from Britain, on an island floating high above the sea and hidden behind layer upon layer of illusionary Unrestricted Methods, a flash of scarlet fire appeared, clearing to reveal the Old Man, his Phoenix and his precious cargo. His presence was quickly noticed by the residence of the island as the sound of clacking bones was heard almost immediately as a skeleton clad in a tattered purple coat appeared in a fighting stance.
"Piece, Rainbow Wings, I mean no harm to this place," said Dumbledore, raising a placating hand to the skeletal Crimson Lord.
"Clearly, otherwise you would not have been able to approach, yes indeed," said a monotonous voice as a pink haired woman clad in a french maid uniform approached from the buildings that could be seen in the distance, "So, why are you here, Teacher of Forbidden Knowledge?"
"I am here to call in a favor owed to me by the Flame of Heaven," said Dumbledore, "May I speak with him?"
The two Guardians of the Palace glanced at one another, before the maid stepped to the side and beckoned for Dumbledore to follow. The two walked through the Palace until they reached the door of a small shrine that was placed at the far edge of the island.
"The Flame of Heaven is inside, yes indeed," said the pink haired woman.
"My thanks, Specialist of Everything," said Dumbledore with a slight bow, before entering the chamber.
The room inside was perfectly round and almost completely empty, but for a crib and a large dias in the center with a crimson flame burning in a bronze bowl.
"It has been a long time, Myrddin," said a deep voice as the flame flickered slightly.
"Indeed it has, Alastor," said Dumbledore, "But you should know I cast that name off a long time ago."
"Ah yes, forgive me," said the Flame of Heaven, "So, what can I do for you?"
"Well, I was going to offer you a potential Contractor, but it seems you already have that covered," said Dumbledore, indicating to the small child in the crib, "As it, I need you to take this child under your wing for a while."
"Hmm, why would you need me to do that?" asked Alastor, "Would it not be better for him to be raised by a human?"
Dumbledore let out a sigh, suddenly appearing to age nearly a thousand years, before he explained to the Crimson God what had happened to the child. Once the story was complete, silence filled the shrine, broken only by the crackling of Alastors flame. Eventually, the Flame let out a sigh.
"Very well, I will take the child in," he said, "I happen to know of a Crimson Lord who is looking for a Contractor and would likely be glad to have him."
"Thank you, old friend," said Dumbledore, bowing lightly to the other Crimson Lord.
13 years later
Dumbledore smiled as he cast his gaze over the students of the three schools that had been gathered to take part in the Triwizard Tournament from Beauxbatons, Hogwarts and Durmstrang. This was why he spent time in the human world, why he relied on the huge amount of Existence that came from the seven Ley Lines that crossed below the castle for sustenance rather than consuming humans or creating a Contract with a Flame Haze. He had no interest in power, he never had done, preferring instead to create his home in a place of great power and teach gifted humans how to control their powers. It was in this way that he, like so many of his fellow Denizens, lived up to his name.
The old Denizen sighed contentedly, before pulling a pocketwatch out of his robes and glancing at it. Upon seeing the time, the old man stood, resulting in an instant silence as the exited students turned their gaze to him.
"Well, the goblet is almost ready to make its decision," said Dumbledore, "I estimate that it requires one more minute. Now, when the champions' names are called, I would ask them please to come up to the top of the Hall, walk along the staff table, and go through into the next chamber" - he indicated the door behind the staff table - "where they will be receiving their first instructions."
He took out his wand and gave a great sweeping wave with it; at once, all the candles except those inside the carved pumpkins were extinguished, plunging them into a state of semi darkness. The Goblet of Fire now shone more brightly than anything in the whole Hall, the sparkling bright, bluey-whiteness of the flames almost painful on the eyes. Everyone watched, waiting, a few people kept checking their watches.
Abruptly, the flames inside the goblet turned red and sparks began to fly from it. Next moment, a tongue of flame shot into the air, a charred piece of parchment fluttered out of it, drawing a gasp from the whole room. Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment and held it at arm's length so that he could read it by the light of the flames, which had turned back to blue-white.
"The Champion of Durmstrang shall be Viktor Krum!"
The room erupted into cheers as the red clad Bulgarians started chanting the Quidditch players name and stamping their feet as the duck footed teen slouched through the door. The clapping and chanting died down as everyone's attention refocused again on the goblet, which, seconds later, turned red once more. A second piece of parchment shot out of it, propelled by the flames.
"The champion for Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore, "is Fleur Delacour!"
A beautiful blond stood from the Ravenclaw table and moved to the top of the room as the hall once more erupted into cheers.
The Goblet of Fire turned red once more; sparks showered out of it; the tongue of flame shot high into the air, and from its tip Dumbledore pulled the third piece of parchment.
"The Hogwarts champion," he called, "is Cedric Diggory!"
The yellow and black clad table erupted into applause as a handsome teen stood and made his way to the top of the hall to a standing ovation from his classmates.
"Thats it!" yelled Dumbledore, his voice easily rising over the cheering and chanting, "We now have our three Champions! I'm sure I don't need to encourage you to give them your full..."
The old Denizen trailed off as the Treasure Tool known as the Goblet activated once more, spewing red flames that quickly turned a dark purple as it spat out a fourth piece of parchment.
"Oh dear," sighed Dumbledore as he caught it and read the name, "And here I thought we'd have a quiet year. No such luck."
"What do you mean Albus?" asked Crouch, "Whose name is that?"
Dumbledore sighed again and opened his mouth to read the name, only to be interrupted as the Goblet, that was still burning with the strange, dark purple flame, erupted, spewing the shadowy fire everywhere as a pale blue magic circle erupted out of it, making the students sat closest to the cup scream and try to back away.
"Dumbledore, what in the world is going on?!" demanded Bagman.
"Calm down everyone," shouted Dumbledore after casting Sonorus on himself, "This is simply the additional function of the Goblet. In the event of a Champion not being present, it will summon them here."
At that moment, the Goblet stopped spewing fire and the purple flames began to draw into the center of the Hall where they began to spin like a tornado, before exploding outwards, forcing everyone to cover their faces.
"Where the fuck are we?"
Everyone looked to the middle of the room where a person now stood.
He looked to be about 13, with neat back black hair, covered at the front by what appeared to be the visor of a Knights helmet. His skin was fairly pale and his features were delicate, almost feminine, all of which combined to bring out his bright green eyes that practically glowed with power. He was dressed in black pants with a black belt that had a large silver buckle, a black V-necked shirt underneath a black trench-coat with gray lining going down the sleeves, black boots with silver plates to protect his shins and a pair of black fingerless gloves. Held in his right hand was a black longsword with grey around the edges.
"Hmm, where ever we are there is a large amount of Existence in the air," said a feminine voice that seemed to issue from the helmet, "Enough to power even a High Level Crimson Lord to manifest without needing to feed."
Dumbledore let out a sigh and stepped down from the teachers dias."Welcome to Hogwarts, Master of Death, She who Invites," said the old man, drawing the attention of the two newcomers, "Please refrain from blowing up the castle."
And there we have it. If you want to know what Harry looks like, just think Kirito from SAO with green eyes and Eus head armour cus thats exactly what he looks like.
For those who don't know, Crimson Lords have a true name and a given one. For example, Dumbledores true name is the Teacher of Forbidden Knowledge, while he goes by Albus Dumbledore. Flame Hazes also receive a title that is connected to there Contracter, such as the Flaming Haired, Blazing Eyed One, Chanter of Elegies or, in Harrys case, Master of Death.
In this story, Dumbledore is a Crimson Lord who is at least on the same level as Sydonay and consumes the Existence produced by crossed Ley Lines rather than humans.
Harrys Contractor is a Crimson Lord I made up named She Who Invites, or Izanami.
As always, feel free to adopt this if you like and if anyone can guess Dumbledore's past identity they get cookies from Chibi Shana. Remember to drop me a review and I'll see you all next time!