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.
OK so this is something that has been rattling around in my head for a while, just begging to get out. Its an answer to Whitetigerwolfs Not Entirely Harry challenge, rules below:
Requirements:
- Harry (or FemHarry if you go that route), is the reincarnated character of some other fandom
- The character Harry is reincarnated from CANNOT be a minor passed over character or an Original Character (though admittedly if you go the video game route you have many options when it comes to certain main characters such as Revan, Commander Sheppard, the Dovakin, etc.). They must be a main, supporting, or guest character that is actually fleshed out a bit in media.
- Harry must either be born with the memories of this past life, or gain them after some type of magical mishap or traumatic experience (Ex. The Basalisk in second year)
- Harry must have access to all memories, knowledge, and abilities his past life possessed. (this means if Harry used to be Revan, using him as an example since that's who spawned the idea, Harry has knowledge of the force, tactics, and how to build a lightsaber, though he may or may not have the materials)
-The world Harry comes from must be relatively cannon. (Basically this means that, using Anakin Skywalker as an example, Anakin must still have become Darth Vader and redeemed himself at the end of his life by killing Sidious. Anakin must still have loved Padme, still had Luke and Leia, etc... but the minor details, or details from other sources, such as Ahsoka being his apprentice in the Clone Wars with no mention in the movies, are up to you the author to decide, assuming you post in the Star Wars (Movies)/Harry Potter section and not the Star Wars:The Clone Wars/Harry Potter section, in which case you would have to use Ahsoka.)
- (Since I don't read M/M stories, I really didn't want to put in this requirement, but it fits with the challenge so...) Harry's romantic orientation must be determined by his past life. If he's Anakin, he must like girls, even if you have Anakin reborn as FemHarry. Vice versa with Padme being reincarnated as Harry liking boys, even if she's reincarnated as regular male Harry. (Though it is my hope that, based off of my recommendations below this requirement is mute) And again, obviously some characters have more leeway such as certain Video Game characters or characters that don't really have a romantic connection in their previous world. And even this requirement is mute as one of those minor details could be that Anakin was bisexual and simply loved Padme more than Obi-Wan...Please let that thought never pass through my head again.
Recommended:
- Harry's past life's Romatic interest, if they have one, somehow reincarnated as well. (Example: Harry is Revan reincarnated and Hermione is Bastilla. Again, that is just a general example)
- FemHarry, especially if her past life is female
- The past life being reincarnated for either a reward or a shot at redemption
I guarantee that this wasn't what he had in mind, but honestly I couldn't resist. Enjoy!
The Moron and The Singer
He was sitting in a large, empty hall with four other teens that seemed familiar to him, despite the fact he had never met them before. He felt strange, a combination of pride, peace and eagerness as the five teens said their goodbyes and disappeared one by one…
"Oi, wake up!"
Harry opened his eyes. He was lying again on the camp bed in Ron's dingy attic room. The sun had not yet risen and the room was still shadowy. Pigwidgeon was asleep with his head under his tiny wing. He sat up, feeling strangely empty, as if he was missing something importent in his life.
"You were muttering in your sleep," said Ron.
"Was I?" asked Harry.
"Yeah, no idea what you were saying though," said Ron, "Sounded like gibberish to me."
The red head looked at Harry and did a double take.
"Hey, why are you crying?"
Startled, Harry put his hands on his cheek and found it was wet.
"Not sure," he said, "I don't even know what I was dreaming about…"
"Well cheer up," said Ron, "Its your birthday after all!"
"Wow—that's right, I forgot! I'm seventeen."
Harry seized the wand lying beside his camp bed, pointed it at the cluttered desk where he had left his glasses, and said:
"Accio Glasses!"
Although they were only around a foot away, there was something immensely satisfying about seeing them zoom toward him, or at least until they poked him in the eye.
"Slick," snorted Ron.
Reveling in the removal of his Trace, Harry sent Ron's possessions flying 101 around the room, causing Pigwidgeon to wake up flutter excitedly around his cage. Harry also tried tying the laces of his trainers by magic (the resultant knot took several minutes to untie by hand) and, purely for the pleasure of it, turned the orange robes on Ron's Chudley Cannons posters bright blue.
"I'd do your fly by hand, though," Ron advised Harry, sniggering when Harry immediately checked it, "Here's your present. Unwrap it up here, it's not for my mother's eyes."
"A book?" said Harry as he took the rectangular parcel, "Bit of a departure from tradition, isn't it?"
"This isn't your average book," said Ron, "It's pure gold: Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches. Explains everything you need to know about girls. If only I'd had this last year I'd have known exactly how to get rid of Lavender and I wouldn't have known how to get going with . . . Well, Fred and George gave me a copy, and I've learned a lot. You'd be surprised, it's not all about wandwork, either."
Harry looked down at the cover of the book, an odd feeling of guilt welling up in his chest. as he considered it. It was bizarre, as if he was breaking a promise just by holding the book. After a few seconds, the teen shook off the sensation and followed Ron downstairs where he received the rest of his presents from his friends and ate breakfast, as well as meeting his other friend, Hermione.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione did not linger at the table, as the arrival of Madame Delacour, Fleur, and Gabrielle made the kitchen uncomfortably crowded.
"I'll pack these for you," Hermione said brightly, taking Harry's presents out of his arms as the three of them headed back upstairs, "I'm nearly done, I'm just waiting for the rest of your underpants to come out of the wash, Ron—"
Ron's splutter was interrupted by the opening of a door on the first-floor landing.
"Harry, will you come in here a moment?"
It was Ginny, Ron came to an abrupt halt, but Hermione took him by the elbow rugged him on up the stairs. Feeling nervous, Harry followed Ginny into her room. He had never been inside it before. It was small, but bright. There was a large poster of a Wizarding band Harry had never heard of called Girls Dead Monster and a picture of Gwenog Jones, Captain of the all-witch Quidditch team the Holyhead Harpies, on the other. A desk stood facing the open window, which looked out over the orchard where he and Ginny had once played two-a-side Quidditch with Ron and Hermione, and which now housed a large, pearly white marquee. The golden flag on top was level with Ginny's window. in the corner of the room was the magical equivalent of an electric guitar. Ginny looked up into Harry's face, took a deep breath, and said:
"Happy seventeenth."
"Yeah. . . thanks."
She was looking at him steadily; he, however, found it difficult to look back at her; it was like gazing into a brilliant light.
"Nice view," he said feebly, pointing toward the window.
She ignored this, not that he could blame her.
"I couldn't think what to get you," she said.
"You didn't have to get me anything."
She disregarded this too.
"I didn't know what would be useful. Nothing too big, because you wouldn't be able to take it with you."
He chanced a glance at her. She was not tearful; that was one of the many wonderful things about Ginny, she was rarely weepy. He had sometimes thought that having six brother must have toughened her up. She took a step closer to him.
"So then I thought, I'd like you to have something to remember me by, you know, if you meet some veela when you're off doing whatever you're doing."
"I think dating opportunities are going to be pretty thin on the ground, to be honest."
"There's the silver lining I've been looking for," she whispered, and then she was kissing him as she had never kissed him before, and Harry was kissing her back.
"I'll marry you!"
The two teens broke away as Harry's vision blurred as he heard his own voice shout inside his head, before it cleared and he found himself stood on a baseball field at sunset. Across from him stood a girl he recognized as Ginny wearing a baseball helmet and uniform.
(Play Ichiban no Takaramono from Angel Beats)
"Y-you wouldn't," said the girl who looked like Ginny, "I mean, you don't know the real me, do you?"
"No matter what you were like, or what you did, I'd still marry you," said Harry, the words flowing from his lips unbidden, feeling so familiar, despite the fact he had never said them before, "No matter what type of handicap you had."
"I couldn't walk, I couldn't even stand!" protested Ginny, tears appearing in her eyes.
"I said no matter the handicap!" shouted Harry, cutting the girl off, "Even if you couldnt walk, even if you couldn't have kids, even so, I'd still marry you! I want to be with you for ever and ever. The Yui I met here wasn't a fake. Your Yui, no matter where we met, I'd still fall for you. Even if its a one in a million chance we'd meet, even if you were already paralyzed when we met, I'd marry you. And I'd make you the happiest woman alive, if you'd only say yes."
Harry gasped as the image flashed and vanished, returning his vision to Ginnys room in the Burrow with the shocked girl still in his arms.
"What…?" asked Ginny, "What was that?"
"I-I don't know," stuttered Harry, "But it felt so…"
He trailed off as he felt something inside him change as new memories flowed into his head. Memories of a boy who died and fought against God with his friends.
"Well its about damn time," said a voice from the door, making Harry and Ginny look to the door where Hermione were stood with a smile on her face.
"What are you talking about?" asked Harry.
"Come on Harry, don't you remember all the good times we had?" asked Hermione with a grin that looked both wrong and right on the girls face, "Like that time I punched you down the a bottomless pit, or all those rocket jets I put under your seat during the test."
A flash of irritation shot through Harry as the memories of those particular instances hit him.
"And you Ginny, when you choked yourself during your performance?"
Ginny scowled at the reminder
"There we go," said Hermione as she watched the two teens faces go from confused to angry, before melting into recognition, "Nice to see you again, Hinata, Yui."
And thats the end of this idea. Basically, Harry, Hermione and Ginny are the reincarnations of Hinata, Yuri and Yui from Angel Beats. I don't really think this is what Whitetigerwolf had in mind, but I don't give a damn since it follows the rules. Hope you liked it!