Dis Lexics vault of Secrets
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And we're back with another entry to the Vault, this time an answer to DZ2s Foreknowledge is Dangerous challenge, rules below:
DZ2's 'Foreknowledge is Dangerous' Challenge
Plot: When Harry was left on the doorstep of Number Four, a second letter was left by (an outside force) that contained the prophecy and warnings about Dumbledore; now with knowledge of the future, Harry seeks to change it...for better or worse.
Rules: Grey, Dark or Evil Harry
The outside force that warns Harry can be anyone, but they must be - somehow - against Dumbledore
Weasley Bashing except the Twins
The second letter cannot be destroyed by the Dursleys (if they try, it somehow magically reappears until Harry takes in the knowledge)
The outside force MUST meet Severus and give him reasons to be nice/civil to Harry (unless it IS Severus)
At times, Harry encounters the outside force in his life before Hogwarts
When Harry goes to Hogwarts, he must either go to Gryffindor or Slytherin
Guidelines: The outside force is Harry from the future (Time Travel)
The outside force is somehow tied to a Crossover (e.g. Gods/Spirits/Characters that have foreseen what's coming etc.)
Powerful Harry
Lord/Dark Lord Harry
When the outside force introduces themselves to Harry, they offer to adopt him
All pairings are welcome
Harry and Tom are equals
In his Dark nature, Harry makes Tom serve him
A Death Eater is the outside force
Forbidden: Harry allied with the Order
Naive Harry
Any Weasley - except the Twins - as Harry's friends
Other than that, it's up to you...
This story idea isn't a crossover, but I will be taking concepts, ideas, spells and possibly characters from other sources. Enjoy!
Foreknowledge is Dangerous
"Good luck, Harry Potter," said an old Merlin lookalike, before he and his companions vanished into thin air, leaving Number Four completely 'freak' free.
"Good luck huh?" muttered a figure as it detached itself from the shadows, "He'll need more than luck."
The shadow stepped out into the light of the streetlamps, revealing it to be a young man who looked to be about 19 years of age. Despite his young age, his back length hair was pure white and was pulled back into a short ponytail with a black ribbon. One of his eyes was covered with a black patch with a gold hourglass symbol stamped on it and his visible eye was golden yellow colour. His ears were pointed and a pair of black horns emerged from under his white locks, sweeping back on either side of his head. The tips of fangs could be seen poking out from between his lips as he smiled.
Despite his inhuman additions, the man was dressed like a university student ready for a night on the town in a pair of black slacks, white button down shirt with the top two buttons left undone to show off a hint of chiseled chest and the hourglass shaped pendant around his neck. Attached to a chain looped through his belt loops was a real hourglass made of a strange, black wood and clear crystal and filled with shimmering golden sand that continually looped through the container.
The strange young man crouched beside the basket, gently lifting the baby out of it with black nailed hands and cradled him to his chest. The man reached up and lifted his eyepatch, revealing a glowing, electric blue eye with a red cross shaped pupil. The glow from the eye intensified as it locked onto the lightning bolt scar that marred the boys forehead.
"Hmm, it seems that lil-Tommy took that route after all," said the man, "Such a shame, I had such high hopes for him too. Maybe this lil one can do better. But first, this parasite has to go."
His eyes glow increased again and a beam of red light shot out, hitting the scar and making it split open, releasing a large amount of black gunk and a small stream of sickly green smoke that screamed faintly as it was sucked into the man's Hourglass.
"There we go, all done," murmured the man as he flipped his patch back down over his glowing eye.
He crouched and placed the baby back into the basket, tucking him in snugly and casting a powerful warming charm over the basket to keep the child warm, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a letter that he placed beside the letter that was already present.
"I wish I could take you with me now little one," whispered the man, "But you need to remain here for now."
He stood and, with a final glanced at the still sleeping child, vanished in a ripple of blue light.
While most of the population of Great Britain was celebrating the defeat of Voldemort at the hands of young Harry Potter, there was one wizard who was not. In fact, he was currently sat slumped at his kitchen table, surrounded by empty Firewhiskey Bottles with puffy red eyes and a dead look. Severus Snape, the future feared Bat of the Hogwarts Dungeons, was a truly sorry sight for anyone to come across and, to be fair, he did have a reason. The love of his life, the one person he had ever truly loved was dead. Say what you will about Snape, he was an extremely petty man, unable to let go of an old schoolyard grudge, but he did genuinely love Lily Evans.
The Potions Master shifted, lifting his arm to take another gulp of Firewhiskey, only to find that the bottle was empty. Snape scowled and threw the bottle to the side, shattering it against the flagstones of his kitchen floor, before slumping forwards and letting out a wracking sob.
"Wow, you look dreadful," said a voice, making the Potions Master shoot back up, fingers scrabbling for his wand, which he whipped up to point at the intruder.
"Now now Sev, is that any way to treat an old friend?" asked said intruder with a smirk.
It was the same man that had visited Harry down in Surrey, now lounging back in Severus' kitchen as if he owned the place.
"Mellon, what are you doing here?" growled Snape.
"What, can't I just drop by and visit my favorite Potions Master?" purred Mellon, before tilting his head to one side to avoid the bottle Severus had thrown at him, "Guess not."
"Quit messing around and tell me what you want!" snarled the Potions Master.
"Fine fine, I came to talk to you about little Harry," said Mellon, leaning back in his chair and balancing it on two legs with ease.
"The Potter brat, what about him?" grumbled Snape, getting to his feet and moving over to the cabinet at the side to grab another bottle of alcohol.
"I want you to let your grudge with James Potter go."
CRASH!
Severus had dropped the bottle he had just grabbed.
"WHAT?!" demanded the Potions Master, spinning around to glare at Mellon who just looked bored, "Do you have any idea what you're asking?!"
"I do," said the man, "I'm asking you to let go of a schoolyard grudge you have been holding onto for far too long."
"He and Black tried to kill me!" yelled Snape.
"Then take your anger out on them!" snapped Mellon, losing all trace of his happy go lucky attitude, "But don't transfer the sins of the Father to the son. Don't forget, Harry is Lilys son as well."
Snapes mouth shut with a click.
"Look, I'm not asking you to forgive James for what he did in school, although you probably should," said Mellon, "All I'm asking is that you treat Harry as Harry. The kids not going to have an easy life and he doesn't need you adding to it. You don't even need to be nice to him, just treat him fairly."
"But…"
"Don't make me invoke the Contract," growled Mellon, his eye glowing slightly.
Snapes hand moved to the area just above his heart, almost of its own accord. After a moment, the Potions Master nodded stiffly, although it looked as if he had just swallowed something sour.
"Thats better," said Mellon, getting to his feet, "Now, I'll be taking my leave. The Mistress is expecting me back soon. Don't forget about this talk, I would hate to have to hurt you."
With that final threat, Mellon snapped his fingers and vanished in a ripple, leaving Snape to drink in peace.
Eight years later
Eight year old Harry lay in his Cupboard, silently crying as he tried to find a position that wouldn't jostle his broken arm to badly. He had just come out of a beating from his Uncle after his Headteacher had called home about Harry climbing on top of the canteen during lunch. Harry didn't even know how he had managed it since he had simply been trying to jump behind the bins to hide, as he had tried to explain to his Uncle when the walrus of a man had started yelling at him. Unfortunately, the man hadn't believed him (As usual) and he had dragged the small boy down into the cellar and proceeded to give him the worst beating of his short life, leaving him with a broken arm, numerous cuts across his back from Vernon's belt and at least six broken ribs.
"Why?" thought the boy, "Why do they treat me so badly? What did I ever do to make them hate me so badly?"
As this thought crossed his mind, light suddenly appeared, chasing away the darkness of the cupboard and briefly blinding Harry. When the boy blinked away the spots that filled his vision, he look at what had caused the light and was surprised to see a white envelope sitting on his ragged pillow with his name written on the front in black ink. Harry hesitantly reached out and picked up the envelope, turning it over to find a wax seal on the back bearing a symbol that looked like and eye with a hourglass shape in the middle. Curious, Harry carefully broke the wax seal and pulled out the contents of the envelope, finding a long letter that seemed to be giving of a faint glow so he could read it, despite the darkness of the cupboard. With nothing better to do, Harry settled in and started to read.
Dear Harry Potter,
The letter began,
While I hope this letter finds you in good health and that your relatives gave you this themselves, I know better than to be so optimistic. Chances are they actually tried to destroy it, which is why I enchanted it to appear before you when you asked certain questions. Now, to answer the many questions you probably have and possibly many that you don't, let us begin.
First of all, while you don't know me , I know you. Well, sort of. You see, I possess the gift of Foresight, that's seeing the future if you didn't know, and I have seen quite a bit of your life thanks to my gift and I did not like it one little bit. But more on that later, first I should introduce myself and give you some background.
My name is Mellon Lucifer, a member of the Wyld Hunt organization that consists of various Demons, Spirits and Gods under the command of one of the 13 Demon Lords. Yes kiddo, Gods and monsters do indeed exist, as does Magic, despite what your relatives may tell you and you, Harry Potter are a Wizard, just like your parents.
The letter went on to explain about the Wizarding World, how Harrys parents had really met their end, the Prophecy tied to him and an explanation about how he was famous in the world thanks to his parents sacrifice. The entire description of the Magical World was far from flattering and it seemed that Mellon wasn't best pleased with the Wizarding World as a whole. Some of the comments made about various members of the Wizarding Government made the five year old boy giggle.
Now, for the real reason I decided to write this letter. The future I foresaw for you was not particularly pleasant and it could all be linked back to one Albus Dumbledore. He was the one the Prophecy was made to, the one who convinced your parents to go into hiding and the one who dumped you on your relatives front step with nothing but a letter to explain the situation. I don't think he's evil or that he meant you any harm by leaving you there, however he's a senile old man who's far too naive and manipulative for his own good. It doesn't help that nearly 60 years of being told he's the second coming has gone to his head. He's lost the ability to see the forest for the trees and views everyone as chess pieces rather than actual people. When you meet the man, don't trust him.
This brings me onto the second issue I need to tell you about that won't become relevant until you go to school, the Weasley Family. They are a Wizarding family of fairly low standing. They aren't well off, just the opposite actually, and nearly every single one of them is in Dumbledores pocket. Arthur Weasley is a good man but is far too naive and gullible when it comes to Dumbledore. The two oldest children are trustworthy, but they aren't in the country enough to worry about. The third oldest is a brown noser extrauderner, except he has, or will have, his nose planted squarely in the Minister's ass. The Twins on the other hand are extremely trustworthy, although I may be a little biased since they actually work for me. This brings me to the last three, Molly, Ronald and Ginevra.
If you ignore everything else in this letter, do not, under any circumstances ignore this. STAY AWAY FROM THEM! Do not, and I really mean do not, trust these three at all. I can safely say that I have never seen a group of humans more perfect for eternal damnation than these three. I won't go into detail, but I will say that they will try to get you with Ginevra, including spells and potions, all to get their paws on the Potter vaults.
I'm afraid I can't say any more in this letter since I'm already pushing the boundaries by telling you what I have here. I'll tell you more when we meet in person and, trust me, we will meet eventually. For now, I'll leave you with this last piece of advice: trust in yourself and you will go a long way in life.
Be seeing you soon,
Mellon Lucifer.
Harry lowered the letter, a thoughtful look on his face. Despite what his report cards said, he was an incredibly intelligent boy and could easily make sense of everything that had been said in the letter, even if most kids his age couldn't. His first instinct was to deny everything mentioned in the letter as a prank if it wasnt for the fact that A) the letter had appeared from nowhere, B) Magic existing explained an awful lot of peculiar things that had happened to him over his short life, like finding himself on top of the canteen, turning his teachers wig blue and shrinking a horrible jumper his aunt had tried to force him to wear. There was also the fact that his Uncle was extremely insistent that Magic didn't exist, going so far as to yell at Dudley, who he doted on and spoiled, for even mentioning the word. In fact, one might even say he was a little too insistent that Magic didn't exist…
Whatever the truth was, Harry was looking forward to meeting this Mellon Lucifer.
And I'm going to end this there. I hope you liked it! I desided to go with a manipulative and deluded, but not evil Dumbledore and a mostly gullible Weasley Family, bar Molly, Ron and Ginny who are just plain greedy. Please leave me a review on the way out!