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 for another entry to the Vault. This time, the idea comes from DZ2s Death is only the beginning, rules below as always:
This idea is a sort-of alternate design to my 'Who Am I' Challenge, but we'll see where we go: anyway, here it is...
DZ2's "Death is Only The Beginning" Challenge
Plotline: In one of his reckless adventures, Harry isn't just injured: he's KILLED, but instead of passing on, he's reborn by magic unknown to achieve his full destiny.
Rules: NO Time Travel stories - unless Harry travels back to one of his years before the betrayal: Harry's rebirth MUST be on the seven-year path through his time at Hogwarts
When Harry is reborn, he has an unusual form of magic at his command - examples: a Charmed Crossover where he's a Whitelighter or like the Overlord game franchise, he's reborn as the ruler of an army.
Harry's cause of death MUST be through one of the adventures in the books/movies: example, he dies from the Basilisk's poison or is devoured by the Dementors etc...
When he returns from the dead, Harry MUST see Dumbledore in a bad light for not doing anything to save him
As far as the rest of the world are concerned, Harry IS dead, so his return MUST be shocking and even frightening to some
Guidelines: Harry being betrayed by his friends immediately following his near-death adventure, thus resulting in his death: example, he saves Ginny and is then stabbed by the fang himself.
Dark Harry
Powerful Harry
Master-of-Death Harry
Immortal Harry - he HAS already died once, remember
A timeskip between his death and rebirth: example, he dies in third year and is reborn in fifth or sixth
Crossovers
Forbidden: Harry trusting Dumbledore
Golden Trio - either Ron or Hermione or BOTH must be somehow changed by his death and therefore distrust the reborn Harry
Harry joining Tom - though if Harry is Dark, I'll allow him forcing Tom to serve him
Horcruxes - that's NOT how he survives to be reborn: be creative.
Time Travel
This answer may be a little different to what DZ2 had in mind, but I couldn't resist.
Harry telling the story
Written speech
Harrys imagination
Is This a Potter?
The sun shone down on the small town of Godrics Hollow, giving the occupants of the small hamlet the perfect weather for going out for a walk. Couples walked through the park hand in hand, or snuggled on park benches, children laughed and played and teenagers hung out in groups, laughing and horsing around.
I used to be like them, normal I mean. Well, as normal as one can be when you're a wizard and the only known survivor of the Killing Curse. And thats just given away who I am hasn't it? Yes, I am Harry James Potter. Now before you freak out and start throwing spells at me, maybe you should listen to my story, hmm? Thank you. Anyway, as I was saying, I used to think those days of semi normalcy would last forever, hanging out with my friends, doing homework etc. I really should have known better after my last four years at Hogwarts.
Most people go their entire lives without knowing it, but the world is full of weird stuff and magic is the least of it. Monsters unlike anything seen in Care of Magical Creatures, extremely odd magic, gods and...the thing that I've become.
Walking down the street of the hamlet with a bag of groceries in both hands was a teenaged boy, one who had moved into Number 13. Most of the villages populus had quickly accepted him as he was a kind and polite young man, always willing to help those who asked. The teen paused outside the seemingly empty lot that no one ever noticed and gazed up at the house only he could see.
"Who would have thought I would end up living down the street from where my parents died?" mused Harry as he stared up at the ruined house.
After a moment, the teenaged wizard shrugged and moved on, heading towards his home. As he walked down the street, a couple of cats ran out of the hedge and across the road. One made it, but the other froze as it noticed a huge truck bearing down on it. Before Harry had a chance to think, his body was already moving, grabbing the cat and throwing it out of harms way. Unfortunately, that lead to him being in the trucks path with no time to move.
"Aw don't worry, I'm a zombie!"
CRUNCH!
The truck hit and Harry was sent flying through the air to smash through the front door of Number 13 and slide to a stop.
"Ow."
Yes, I, Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, am now no longer living. You see, when Voldemort kidnapped me at the end of the Fourth Year he killed me. He didn't bother with any show-boating or making me duel him, just shot an AK at me while I was tied to his Father's Headstone and left my body hanging there to be found by the Aurors a few hours later. Fortunately (or unfortunately depending on your point of view) the Potters have acted as the servants and Guardians of a certain clan of Necromancers for generations and the latest clan member, the one I was supposed to serve, was nice enough to bring me back as a Zombie.
Harry struggled to his feet and staggered to the door to the living room where a girl with long silver hair, light blue eyes, dressed in a striped purple dress and black armour was lounging on the sofa with a cup of tea and a bowl of cookies.
"Hey, I'm home," said Harry.
The girl just took a sip of tea.
"Um, Eu, did you hear me?"
The girl put down her cup and tapped the notepad sitting next to her with her pen.
Get the food ready.
Harry deadpanned at the less than warm greeting. The girl flipped the page and tapped more insistently.
FOOD!
"Oh, sorry, I know I'm late, but I kinda got hit by a truck," grumbled Harry.
No problem. Tonights menu is Beef chilli.
"Urg, fine," groaned the former Boy-Who-Lived as he moved towards the kitchen.
Eucliwood Hellscythe, Eu for short, a Necromancer from Hades. She was the one who I was supposed to serve, as well as the one who brought me back to life as a Zombie. She may seem cold with her greeting, but what she actually meant is…
"Oh Harry, I'm so hungry, feed me please! And I feel a little dirty, so when we're done you can scrub me till I'm clean!"
Yeah, thats what she meant…
A short while later saw Necromancer and Zombie sat down for dinner.
"So, anything interesting happen while I was out?" asked Harry.
Slept.
"Oh Harry, my nap today would have been so much better with you there!"
"That sounds so good!" mumbled Harry as his imagination once more went of on a tangent.
So there you have it. This is my new life, working for a cute Necromancer and never having to see or do anything for those bigoted, hypocritical fools in the Wizarding World. But of course, as it always the case, my pieceful life would soon come crashing down.
And there we have it, my answer to the challenge. I bet it wasnt anything like what DZ2 envisioned, but I was watching Is This a Zombie and couldn't resist. As always, feel free to take this, but I reserve the right to continue it later. Please leave me a review!