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Hello and welcome back to the Vault! This time the idea is an answer to DZ2s Of Myths and Magic challenge, rules below:
DZ2's 'Of Myths and Magic' Challenge: Harry Potter/Mythology
Plot: Harry's life has been full of darkness and encounters he would have rather avoided; just when he thinks he's alone, however, he finds help from those above Dumbledore, beyond the Ministry and outside mortal law itself.
Rules: Grey or Dark-ish Harry
The assistance must come from at least one member from any Mythological pantheon (Greek, Roman, Norse, Egyptian, Mayan etc.)
NO Crossovers with anything to do with Mythology-based fandoms (Percy Jackson, Heroes of Olympus etc.)
The assistance and offer therein comes either during the summer or at a time where Harry needs power to help him get back up
As a sign of their aid towards Harry, the Powers That Be help clear Sirius' name
All pairings are welcome EXCEPT Harems
Only those most-trusted by Harry can know about the Powers That Be
Harry is NOT a Horcrux, but instead, he is 'meant to die' for another reason (what that may be is up to you)
Guidelines: Powerful Harry
Immortal Harry
Somehow, Lily and James come back
Harry meets the Powers That Be when he dies
The prophecy is false
Instead of just one or two, Harry receives assistance from the ENTIRE pantheon
Demigod Harry (just remember the rule about no PJO XOvers)
Slash
Harry gains a familiar
Time Travel is somehow involved
Forbidden: Harry siding with either Dumbledore or Voldemort
Light or all-dark Harry
Mythology-based fandom crossovers
Weak Harry
Sirius on the run
Other than that, it's up to you...
The Pantheon I'm using is one I created and before you start on me, I asked and DZ2 said its OK. With that in mind, ONWARDS!
Aid of Four
Harry Potter was an unusual boy by anyones standards. He was rather short for his age and very skinny, a result of being forced to live in the cupboard under the stairs and being almost ritualistically starved by his 'loving' relatives. He had messy black hair that resisted all attempts at taming it and brilliant green eyes that he had inherited from his late mother. His most distinguishing feature though was the lightning bolt shaped scar above his right eye.
However, it wasn't just his appearance that could be considered to be a little odd, for you see, Harry Potter was a Wizard. A wand waving, potion brewing, spell slinging wizard who had supposedly survived an unsurvivable curse when he was a baby, resulting in a rather unhealthy amount of obsession from the population of the British Magical World.
Another strange thing about him, at least as far as 12 year old boys go, is that he didn't even notice it was his birthday until after he looked at his calendar and there was no celebration for the day he came into the world. Why would their be when none of his relatives could stand to be in the same room as him? Instead, his malformed relatives were hosting a party for some potential clients of Vernon, who worked at a company that made drills, in order to attempt to convince the wealthy Mr. Mason to make a huge order that could very well propel Vernon into the high ranks of the company. However, unknown to all, the Masons weren't quite what they appeared and the only one who was going to be propelled was Harry into his future. However, none of the family knew about this as they did a run through of what would be happening that evening.
"I think we should run through the schedule one more time," said Uncle Vernon. "We should all be in position at eight o'clock. Petunia, you will be — ?"
"In the lounge," said Aunt Petunia promptly, "waiting to welcome them graciously to our home."
"Good, good. And Dudley?"
"I'll be waiting to open the door."
Dudley put on a foul, simpering smile.
"May I take your coats, Mr. and Mrs. Mason?"
"They'll love him!" cried Aunt Petunia rapturously.
"Excellent, Dudley," said Uncle Vernon, before he rounded on Harry, "And you?"
"I'll be in my bedroom, making no noise and pretending I'm not there," said Harry tonelessly.
"Exactly," said Uncle Vernon nastily, "I will lead them into the lounge, introduce you, Petunia, and pour them drinks. At eight fifteen —"
"I'll announce dinner," said Aunt Petunia.
"And, Dudley, you'll say —"
"May I take you through to the dining room, Mrs. Mason?" said Dudley, offering his fat arm to an invisible woman.
"My perfect little gentleman!" sniffed Aunt Petunia.
"And you?" said Uncle Vernon viciously to Harry.
"I'll be in my room, making no noise and pretending I'm not there," said Harry dully.
"Precisely. Now, we should aim to get in a few good compliments at dinner. Petunia, any ideas?"
"Vernon tells me you're a wonderful golfer, Mr. Mason. . . . Do tell me where you bought your dress, Mrs. Mason. . . ."
"Perfect . . . Dudley?"
"How about — 'We had to write an essay about our hero at school, Mr. Mason, and I wrote about you.' "
This was too much for both Aunt Petunia and Harry. Aunt Petunia burst into tears and hugged her son, while Harry ducked under the table so they wouldn't see him laughing.
"And you, boy?"
Harry fought to keep his face straight as he emerged.
"I'll be in my room, making no noise and pretending I'm not there," he said.
"Too right, you will," said Uncle Vernon forcefully, "The Masons don't know anything about you and it's going to stay that way. When dinner's over, you take Mrs. Mason back to the lounge for coffee, Petunia, and I'll bring the subject around to drills. With any luck, I'll have the deal signed and sealed before the news at ten. We'll be shopping for a vacation home in Majorca this time tomorrow."
Harry couldn't feel too excited about this. He didn't think the Dursleys would like him any better in Majorca than they did on Privet Drive.
"Right — I'm off into town to pick up the dinner jackets for Dudley and me. And you," he snarled at Harry, "You stay out of your aunt's way while she's cleaning."
Harry left through the back door. It was a brilliant, sunny day. He crossed the lawn, slumped down on the garden bench, and sang under his breath: "Happy birthday to me . . . happy birthday to me . . ."
No cards, no presents, and he would be spending the evening pretending not to exist. He gazed miserably into the hedge. He had never felt so lonely. More than anything else at Hogwarts, more even than playing Quidditch, Harry missed his best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. They, however, didn't seem to be missing him at all. Neither of them had written to him all summer, even though Ron had said he was going to ask Harry to come and stay.
Suddenly, a loud squawk broke Harry from his morose thoughts and he looked up to see a magnificent bird perched on top of one of the fence posts, eyeing him through fierce orange eyes. The bird was a Red Kite and was around 70cm long, with deep red feathers, a powerfully hooked yellow beak and sharp looking talons that were biting into the wood of the fence post with apparent ease. There was something a little off about the bird as Harry could see an intelligence in its gaze that went well beyond any normal bird, not to mention the fact that Harry had never seen a Red Kite in the area before.
The boy and the bird continued to stare at one another, before the Kites gaze suddenly snapped to a nearby bush, locking onto something like a laser, before it spread its wings and shot towards the bush. Their was a squeak, followed by a scuffling sound and a loud crack, before the Kite shot back into the sky with a cry of victory, its talons and beak covered in blood.
Later that day, after being made to do more chores that should be possible in one day, Harry was called back into the house for his meager evening meal, before being sent up to his room. He had only just reached the upstairs landing when the doorbell rang and Uncle Vernon's furious face appeared at the foot of the stairs.
"Remember, boy — one sound —"
Harry crossed to his bedroom on tiptoe and placed a hand on the knob, only to pause. For some reason, he felt the urge to sneak back to the top of the stairs and take a peek at the Masons as they came in, despite the fact that he knew Vernon would kill him if he was court. So, the young Wizard silently moved back to the top of the stairs and peaked over the banister as Dudley opened the door to welcome the guests.
Harry had been expecting an elderly couple, however it was apparent that his expectations had been dashed. As it turned out, the Masons were actually a rather young couple, likely not out of their 30s yet, and had a daughter with them that looked to be about Harry age.
Mr Mason was a tall man with short, black hair that appeared to shine purple under the light, almost like Raven feathers. He had a handsome face with an easy smile, although it did look a little forced as he was greeted by Dudley, apparently not thinking much of the overweight 12 year old, or the way the boy was looking at his daughter, and yellowish-grey eyes that shone silver when the light hit them. The man was wearing a smart, black suit with a white shirt and a raven pin on his collar and carried a cane topped with a silver ravens head.
Mrs Mason was also rather tall and had long golden brown hair that fell to her mid back and sharp, light brown eyes that almost looked gold and gleamed with intelligence. She was a stern looking woman with a rather beaky nose, although this did not detract from her obvious beauty. She was wearing a form fitting, sleeveless red dress with a slit up the leg and red high heels. Her visible arms and leg were toned, with visible muscle definition and just from the way she moved told all that she knew how to look after herself.
The couple's daughter on the other hand practically screamed rebellious as her short, pixie cut hair had been dyed bright electric blue that matched her eyes perfectly. She was wearing a scanderlessly short black dress that hugged her already developing curves and showed clearly that she was going to be an extremely beautiful woman in the not too distant future. Neither of the two women were wearing makeup, however it was abundantly clear that they didn't need it.
Suddenly, Mr Masons eyes snapped up, locking with Harrys as the boy froze in place, terrified that he had been court. However, instead of doing anything to point him out, Mr Mason simply smirked and winked at Harry, before turning back to the Dursleys and following them through to the living room, leaving a breathless and confused Harry to return to his room.
Harry desperately chased after the House Elf, both to get back his stolen letters and to prevent the little bugger from doing something to get him in trouble with his relatives. Unfortunately, it appeared that he was to late as the House Elf already had the pudding floating near the ceiling above Mrs Mason's head.
"No," croaked Harry, "Please . . . they'll kill me. . . ."
"Harry Potter must say he's not going back to school —"
"Dobby . . . please . . ."
"Say it, sir —"
"I can't —"
Dobby gave him a tragic look.
"Then Dobby must do it, sir, for Harry Potter's own good."
The pudding fell, only to come to an abrupt stop half an inch from Mrs Masons head. Their was a moments silence, before Dobby was suddenly dragged from his position by an invisible force to slam into Mr Masons hand, allowing the man to grab him by the pillow case.
"Well now, whats a House Elf doing here?" he asked.
Dobby just whimpered as he dangled in the mans grip, before he snapped his fingers and vanished.
"Hmm, well no matter," said Mr Mason, before looking over at Harrys hiding place, "You can come out Harry!"
The Dursleys, who had been shocked into silence by the sudden appearance of the falling cake and the House Elf watched in disbelief and fury as the young Wizard stepped out from behind the door frame.
"BOY!" roared Vernon, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING DOWN HERE WHEN I ORDERED YOU TO STAY PUT?!"
He moved to get up, only to be shoved back into his seat as a blast of force shot from the cane in Mr Masons hand.
"Now now Vernon, none of that now," he said, before turning back to Harry, "A pleasure to meet you Mr Potter, my name is Mugen and I have been waiting a long time to meet you."
"Your a Wizard?" asked Harry, more than a little surprised.
Mugen just chuckled and shrugged.
"Sort of," said Mugen, "However, the truth is that I am much more than that."
"YOUR A FREAK?!" roared Vernon, face turning purple, only for it to go a sickly yellow colour as he grasped at his throat.
"Dad, can I finish him off?" asked the blue haired girl who was apparently responsible for Vernons choking.
"Sorry Mag, but hes still got a few years before I can collect his Soul," said Mugen, "And as much as I'd love to remove this piece of refuse from the earth, I also don't fancy spending the next decade on the couch."
He shot a look at his wife, who was glaring at Vernon.
"That is unless you don't mind honey?"
"As much as I hate to say it, he is a living being and has as much right to live as any other," said Mrs Mason, "So, I have to allow him to live until his Life Thread is cut."
Mag pouted, but released Vernon, who slumped back against his chair, gasping for breath as Petunia rushed to his side, keeping a terrified eye on the three Masons and Harry while Dudley coward in his seat. The blue haired girl turned to Harry and grinned at him.
"Hi, I'm Magic," she said, "Nice to finally meet you Harry!"
Harry blinked.
"Wait, what?" he asked, "What do you mean your magic?"
"Allow me to explain," said Mugen, sitting back in his chair and regarding Harry over his steepled fingers, "What do you know about the Wizarding Worlds religion?"
Harry blinked, having not been aware that the Wizarding World even had a religion.
"Nothing," said Harry, "I didn't even know there was one."
"Not surprising since not many people in Britain actually follow it any more," said Mugen with a sigh, "Some of the older familys do, but they usually keep quiet about it. Anyway, the Wizarding World does have a religion that was separate from the Mundane. It's your standard Pantheon based religion with a large number of Gods and Spirits for various things. However, unlike the Mundane Gods, the Magical Gods actually get involved with their followers, granting certain familys portions of their power and blessings in exchange for worship. While the Pantheon doesn't really have a ruler or anything, the most powerful Gods within the Pantheon are the Gods of Life and Death, followed by their children, the Gods of Magic and Might. These four Gods were revered by all as the ones who brought about life and magic to the world and the familys that followed them were among the most powerful of all. The followers of Death were the Peverells, who would later become the Gryffindor line, the Followers of Life were the Emrys line, who would later become the Slytherin Line, the Followers of Magic were the LaFey family, who later became Ravenclaw, while the followers of Might were the Pendragon family, who later became Hufflepuff. Each of these lines brought change to the world and are still widely revered."
"What does this have to do with me?" asked Harry.
Mugen shot him a blank look.
"Because you are a descendant of all four lines," he said, "And the Gods who once aided those lines are eager to rekindle the old vows."
He got to his feet, his suit rippling and morphing into black robes as his cane stretched out into a scythe.
"I am Mugen, the Grim Reaper, Patron of the Peverell Line. Its a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
And their we have it. Yes, I went with the cliche of having Harry be related to everyone important in magical history, although I'm not to sure about using the Pendragon line. I couldnt think of a fourth famous english wizard to use, so I just went with Pendragon.
Anyway, I hope you liked the entry enough to leave me a review!