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
This idea is a cross with World Break: Aria of Curse for a Holy Swordsman. Enjoy!
Aria of a Hero
12 year old Harry James Potter stared at the teenaged memory that had just revealed himself as Voldemort, as well as how he was the one responsible for practically everything that had gone wrong that year.
"Now, Harry, I'm going to teach you a little lesson. Let's match the powers of Lord Voldemort, Heir of Salazar Slytherin, against famous Harry Potter, and the best weapons Dumbledore can give him. . . ."
He cast an amused eye over Fawkes and the Sorting Hat, who had arrived when Harry had defended Dumbledore earlier, then walked away. Harry watched as the shade of Voldemort walked towards the huge statue of what had to be Slytherin, his fingers digging into the aged material of the hat as his fists clenched. He knew he should be scared, but all he could feel was anger. Anger at this monster who had taken everything from him, his parents, his best friend and, if he wasn't stopped, his friends sister. He couldn't forgive him, not ever. After all…
"I never forgive those who have taken from me," whispered Harry.
As the words left his mouth, an image appeared in his mind of two familiar girls being consumed with fire and ice and a huge, black monster with glowing eyes hidden in shadows.
"Speak to me Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts Four!" hissed Riddle, snapping Harry out of his trance.
Harry wheeled around to look up at the statue, Fawkes swaying on his shoulder. Slytherin's gigantic stone face was moving. Horrorstruck, Harry saw his mouth opening, wider and wider, to make a huge black hole. And something was stirring inside the statue's mouth. Something was slithering up from its depths.
Harry backed away until he hit the dark Chamber wall, and as he shut his eyes tight he felt Fawkes' wing sweep his cheek as he took flight. Harry wanted to shout, "Don't leave me!" but what chance did a phoenix have against the king of serpents? Something huge hit the stone floor of the Chamber. Harry felt it shudder — he knew what was happening, he could sense it, could almost see the giant serpent uncoiling itself from Slytherin's mouth. Then he heard Riddle's hissing voice:
"Kill him."
The basilisk was moving toward Harry; he could hear its heavy body slithering heavily across the dusty floor. Eyes still tightly shut, Harry began to run blindly sideways, his hands outstretched, feeling his way along as he tried to block out Riddles laughter. Harry tripped, falling hard onto the stone, tasting blood. The serpent was barely feet from him, he could hear it coming.
There was a loud, explosive spitting sound right above him, and something heavy hit Harry so hard that he was smashed into the wall. Waiting for fangs to sink through his body he heard more mad hissing, something thrashing wildly off the pillars. He couldn't help it he opened his eyes wide enough to squint at what was going on.
The enormous serpent, bright, poisonous green, thick as an oak trunk, had raised itself high in the air and its great blunt head was weaving drunkenly between the pillars. As Harry trembled, ready to close his eyes if it turned, he saw what had distracted the snake. Fawkes was soaring around its head, and the basilisk was snapping furiously at him with fangs long and thin as sabers as Fawkes dived, his long golden beak sank out of sight and a sudden shower of dark blood spattered the floor. The snake's tail thrashed, narrowly missing Harry, and before Harry could shut his eyes, it turned. Harry looked straight into its face and saw that its eyes, both its great, bulbous yellow eyes, had been punctured by the phoenix; blood was streaming to the floor, and the snake was spitting in agony.
"NO!" Harry heard Riddle screaming. "LEAVE THE BIRD! LEAVE THE BIRD! THE BOY IS BEHIND YOU! YOU CAN STILL SMELL HIM! KILL HIM!"
The blinded serpent swayed, confused, still deadly. Fawkes was circling its head, piping his eerie song, jabbing here and there at its scaly nose as the blood poured from its ruined eyes. The snake's tail whipped across the floor and Harry ducked under the blow that would have taken his head off. The Sorting Hat fell into Harrys arms as the Basilisk hit it towards him with its mad thrashing. Harry seized it. It was all he had left, his only chance, and rammed it onto his head, throwing himself flat onto the floor as the basilisk's tail swung over him again.
"Help me, help me," Harry thought, his eyes screwed tight under the hat, "Please help me…"
There was no answering voice, instead, the hat contracted, as though an invisible hand was squeezing it very tightly. Something very hard and heavy thudded onto the top of Harry's head, almost knocking him out. Stars winking in front of his eyes, he grabbed the top of the hat to pull it off and felt something long and hard beneath it. Harry reached inside the hat and his fingers closed around an oddly familiar hilt.
Harry pulled out the sword, revealing a weapon that looked like a cross between a Katana and a longsword, with a white blade and black spine, with gold decoration at the hilt, which was wrapped in red leather.
"Salatiga," breathed Harry as the magnificent weapons name came into his head, as well as an image of himself wielding the weapon against an entire army and tearing them apart with ease.
It took the Basilisk's tail slamming into the ground close enough for him to feel the breeze to snap him out of his destraction. Harry shook his head and got to his feet, taking a stance with the sword as he glared up at the massive serpent.
"I don't forgive those who take from me," said Harry, causing the snakes head to snap towards him, "I've lost far too much!"
"HA, you think pretty words will save you!?" shouted Riddle, "Enough talk, kill him!"
The Basilisk gave a hissing roar and lunged at Harry, slamming into the stone pillar he was stood in front of. However, Harry had already jumped, higher than should have been possible as his body was surrounded by a white aura. Harry landed on the Basilisks head and started to run down the snakes body, digging his sword into its scales as he went, carving a gash down its body. The Basilisk writhed in pain, hissing its protest as its blood pooled in the gash. Harry leaped clear of the snake as it twisted its head, trying to bite him.
"It'll take more than a paper cut like that to kill Slytherins Monster Potter!" shouted Riddle.
"Hes right," thought Harry as he took his stance again, "I need something a lot stronger than this."
As he thought that, the Basilisk lifted its head in preparation to strike again, hits fury at being hurt and, for a moment, it was replaced with a different snake in a destroyed shopping mall. Then, the vision vanished and Harry knew what to do. The Basilisk struck and Harry jumped, evading the strike and giving him plenty of room for his next move.
Spell it!
Purgatory in the netherworld.
Wildfires on the ground.
The flames are impartial, and consume good, evil, and chaos alike.
They purify all with fierce charity.
All must die, and return to dust.
God has forsaken mankind.
The age of decadence shall not end.
Let the trumpets sound.
The time of judgement has come.
His fingers lit up as he traced runes in the air before him as he chanted, before they flashed and streams of energy began to flow from the air around him into his cupped hand, forming a glowing, orange orb.
"W-what the hell is going on?!" demanded Riddle, fear clear in his voice at the sight of his supposedly weak enemy using a powerful spell he'd never seen before.
"I don't forgive and I don't forget," shouted Harry as he slammed the orb into the hilt of his sword, causing the whole thing to burst into black and white flames that burnt hot enough to evaporate the water on the floor around him, "Now and forever, I will remember those who take from me until the end of time! Yin Yang: Kurikara!"
The Basilisk hissed and struck at Harry again as the green eyed boy as he charged forwards, leading the way with his blazing sword.
KABOOOOOOOM!
As the two met, the blazing sword stabbed through the roof of the snakes mouth and exploded, sending a wave of black and white fire down the length of the serpent, instantly turning its flesh to ash and leaving a gleaming white skeleton with a gaping hole in the skull around where the sword had pierced.
Harry let out a sigh as he relaxed, falling to his knees as the adrenaline faded.
"N-no, this isn't possible," stuttered the Shade of Riddle, staring at the bones of his greatest weapon, "What kind of magic was that?"
Harry groaned as he remembered his other problem and gripped his sword again, stabbing it into the ground to proved himself a crutch. As he did, the tip of the blade pierced the cover of the Diary that had been knocked away from Ginny in the confusion. As soon as the tip of the blade touched the cover, Riddle let out a strangled gasp as his body began to smoke.
"W-what the…" he gasped, "Whats happening?"
Harry looked down at the dairy and saw that it was spewing ink like blood and twisted the sword, causing a glowing hole to appear in Riddles chest.
"N-no, no, no, NO, NOOOOOOOO!" shreaked Riddle as the glow rapidly spread, before he vanished with a dull thumping sound.
As soon as Riddle disappeared, Ginny shot upright with a startled gasp. Her startled eyes traveled from the huge skeleton of the dead basilisk, over Harry in his blood-soaked robes, then to the diary still impaled on the end of his sword in his hand. She drew a great, shuddering gasp and tears began to pour down her face.
"Harry, oh, Harry," she gasped, "I tried to tell you at b-breakfast, but Ic-couldn't say it in front of Percy. It was me, Harry, but I-I s-swear I d-didn't mean to! R-Riddle made me, he t-took me
over — and — how did you kill that — that thing? W-where's Riddle? The last thing I r-remember is him coming out of the…"
"It's all right," said Harry, lifting his sword with the diary on the end, "Riddle's finished. Look! Him and the basilisk. C'mon, Ginny, let's get out of here..."
He put a hand on her shoulder and she looked up, meeting his eyes for the first time. As soon as their eyes met, two sets of eyes widened in shocked recognition.
"Fraga! Wait, Moroha?"
"Sarasha? No, Satsuki!"
They said at the same time, before the fight and excessive magic use finally caught up to Harry and he passed out.
When consciousness finally returned, he was greeted by the familiar smell of the hospital wing. He groaned as he felt his body throb and slowly opened his eyes, flinching slightly as they were assaulted by the bright light streaming in through the window. He blinked a few times, before the white ceiling of the Hospital Wing came into focus and his eyes stopped hurting, before he became aware of a weight on his arm. He pushed himself up and looked around. The Wing was empty, except for the occupied beds of the Basilisks victims. Harry glanced at the bed next to him, which held the still form of his best friend, Hermione Granger.
"We did it Hermione," he whispered, "We stopped the Basilisk."
"Ah, Mr Potter, you're finally awake," said Madam Pomfrey, making him jump as she bustled up to his bed and waving her wand over his body, "You gave us quite a scare when Fawks flamed you in here young man."
"What happened?" asked Harry.
"You overextended your Core," said the Matron, "It can happen if a young wizard attempts to use a spell to advanced for them."
She stopped and frowned.
"That can't be right," she said.
"Whats wrong?" asked Harry as the Matron waved her wand over him again.
Pomfrey shushed him and started waving her wand over him in a complicated pattern, causing Harry to get more and more nervous as the silence lengthened. Eventually, the Matron stopped her scans and sighed deeply, taking off her glasses to rub her eyes.
"Mr Potter, are you trying to give me a nervous breakdown?" she asked.
"What do you mean?" asked Harry, now feeling really scared, "Whats wrong with me?"
"Oh nothing's wrong," said Pomfrey, "Just the opposite actually. Your life force and magic both seem to have been amplified and strengthened beyond any normal human. I've never seen anything like it before. Its even fixed your vision."
It was then that Harry realized that he could see perfectly , despite the fact he wasn't wearing his glasses.
"Oh, and you might want to look in the mirror," continued the Matron, "Whatevers fixed you has also had a strange affect on your appearance."
Harry was about to ask what she meant, only for the question to die in his throat as she conjured a mirror and Harry saw his reflection. Despite what he might have expected, his appearance hadn't really changed, in fact the only differences was that his hair now had a single white bang in the middle of his fringe and was no longer a birds nest and his eyes had changed colour, the emeralds he had inherited from his mother had been replaced by a dark violet colour that, frankly, seemed to suit him better. Oh, and his scar had vanished which was the best thing about the change by far in Harrys opinion.
Suddenly, Harry was distracted from the mirror as the door opened and a familiar gasp reached his ears, followed by the sound of running footsteps. Harry turned, just in time to see Ginny reach his bed and throw herself at him.
"HARRY!"
CRASH!
"Miss Weasley, please contain yourself!" exclaimed the Matron, glaring down at the redheaded first year where she was straddling Harry after knocking him out of his bed.
"Aha, sorry Madam Pomfrey, I'm just glad Harrys OK," said Ginny, looking embarrassed.
The Matron just sighed and turned away from the two.
"Never mind, just don't hurt him," she said, "I'm tired of patching him up this year."
Harry wasn't entirely sure what to make of that as Ginny got off him and allowed him to get back into bed, taking a seat next to him.
"So, are you OK Ginny?" asked Harry after a few seconds of awkward silence.
"A-ah, yes, I'm fine," she said, before looking at Harry from under her bangs, "Say Harry, do you remember…"
She trailed off.
"Remember what?" asked Harry.
Ginny lightly tugged on her hair, which was tied in a side ponytail with a big, yellow ribbon on the other side.
"Well, me," she said.
"Whats that supposed to mean?" asked Harry, "Of course I remember you."
"No, not me," she said, "I mean, do you remember…"
She stopped and took a breath.
"Let me explain," she said, "Ever since you...dealt with Tom, I've been having these dreams, only they don't feel like dreams. They feel more like memories, but they're not my memorys. They seem to be two different people, Sarasha and…"
She kept talking, but Harry didn't hear her as his eyes widened at the sound of those two names. He stared at Ginny as she was superimposed with two different girls, one wearing a black and white school uniform, while the other wore a white armoured dress.
"Satsuki," he whispered.
Ginny froze at the sound of the voice, staring at Harry with wide eyes.
"Y-you remember?" she whispered, tears appearing in her eyes, "Moroha…"
"Whoa, I don't know what I remember!" protested Harry, "The name Satsuki just popped into my head!"
"No, that can't be right!" protested Ginny, "What if I try headbutting you?"
"Ah, no thanks, I'm good!" yelped Harry.
"Ahem."
Madam Pomfrey's throat clearing made the two students jump.
"Sorry to interupt, but since you're here maybe you two can help me," said the Matron, looking amused, "The Mandrake Extract is finished."
"You mean..?" asked Harry, eyeing the rack of purple potion viles in the Matrons hand.
"We can finally cure these poor souls," she said, indicating to the petrified students, "Here, go wake up Miss Granger. Its only right."
Harry moved so quick he was nearly a blur as he took the offered vile and was at Hermione bedside in no time flat.
"What do I do?" he asked.
"Just pour it in her mouth," said Pomfrey, "It should go straight down without help."
Harry did as he was told as the Matron moved off to treat the other victims. Harry and Ginny sat down on the chairs next to Hermiones bed, Ginny shooting furtive glances at Harry every few moments as they waited. It started slow, with Hermione's raised arm slowly relaxing and flopping down, until she took and deep breath and stirred.
"Are you OK Hermione?" asked Harry, leaning over his friend worriedly.
"Hmm, Shu Saura," she mumbled as she slowly woke up.
"Huh?"
"Good morning my dear," said Hermione, reaching up and tugging a startled Harrys head down.
The BWL's surprise only grew as he found his lips being pressed to Hermiones own warm lips.
"W-w-w-w-what?" stuttered Ginny, pointing a shaking finger at the older students, blushing brightly, "What are you doing?! Stop, you can't do that!"
She yanked them apart and started shaking Harry, who was getting a strong feeling of Deja Vu. Hermione sighed and flopped back down on the bed.
"Wait, don't go to sleep!" said Harry, shocked by what had just happened.
"Wake up!" yelled Ginny, grabbing Hermione by the collar of her robes and shaking her, "What are you doing making a pass at my Moroha, ya little home wrecker?"
"I thought he was someone else," mumbled Hermione.
"And you didn't think to check first?" yelled Ginny.
"I was half asleep," said Hermione, rubbing her eyes.
"So you just kiss people when their half asleep?" asked Ginny, disbelief clear in her tone.
"I don't understand why you're so upset," said Hermione, opening one eye.
"Der, because I wanted to kiss him to!" said Ginny, blushing, "And you beat me to it!"
"Girls girls, just relax!" said Harry, inwardly wondering why this whole scenario felt so familiar.
Hermione blinked a couple of times and shook her head, before her gaze focused on Harry. As it did, Harry noticed that Hermiones previously brown eyes were now a dark green.
"Wait, Moroha?" she asked, "No, Harry...Whats going on?"
"Thats what I'd like to know," said Harry.
"Hello, I'm standing right here," growled Ginny, "Can we please stop pretending that I don't exist!"
"Ahem."
The three students jumped at the sound of Pomfrey's voice and turned to face the Matron.
"If I may, I believe I know whats happening," she said.
"You do?" asked Harry.
"Indeed," said the Matron, "I've only ever seen mention of it in medical texts and research papers, but everything seems to add up. The three of you are experiencing memories that aren't your own, acting out of character and slight changes to your appearance. If I had to guess, I'd say the three of you are experiencing a surge of past memories brought on by the traumatic events of the past year."
"What does that mean?" asked Hermione, who was still looking a little confused.
"The three of you are gaining the memories of past lives," said the Matron, "If the information I have is right, the three of you will also gain the powers your former lives possessed."
The three students looked at one another, wondering what the future held.
And thats the end of this idea, although I do think the end is a little weak. Harry is the reincarnation of Moroha Haimora and his two past lives, Ginny is Satsuki Ranjō and her past life and Hermione is Shizuno Urushibara and her past life. I also swiped a scene from the Anime. I hope you liked it!