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 the Vault is now open once again! This time the idea is an answer to DZ2's Fates Bound challenge, rules below:
DZ2's 'Fates Bound' Challenge
Plot: Once there existed a force of good/evil in the world that was so powerful that in its death, its spirit did not pass on; instead, it found itself bound to a certain hero of magic: who knows what could happen next?
Rules: All affinities are welcome
The spirit/deity/entity that bonds with Harry must either find it annoying or feel a sense of getting a second chance
When Harry accesses whatever powers the entity has, something about him changes (e.g. marks on his skin, eyes change colour, appendages transform etc.)
Even if the entity finds it annoying, it and Harry MUST get on as equals/partners/friends
Over time, the entity MUST teach Harry to use the full extent of his own powers and magic INCLUDING wandless and Parselmagic
If the spirit is Dark, then Harry MUST also be dark
Because of the differences between Harry and the spirit, there are those that find 'Harry's' new 'powers' a little threatening
All pairings are welcome
Guidelines: Crossovers
The spirit either destroys or devours the Horcrux inside Harry
Harry is taught to tap into the spirit's powers himself
At some point, the spirit can take some sort of 'spectral' form that Harry and others can see
The spirit becomes human and winds up paired with Harry
Slash
Soul Bonds
The spirit takes temporary residence inside a familiar or weapon owned by Harry
Dark-Lord Harry
Forbidden: Harry ridding himself of the spirit
Weak-Harry
Harry as a Horcrux
Others convincing Harry NOT to use the powers of the spirit
If the spirit is Dark, Harry cannot be Good and vice-versa
Other than that, it's up to you...
This idea is a cross with Shakugan no Shana and the spirit in question is Tiriel. Enjoy!
Love for Harry
For those who dwell in the Crimson World, Death is as much an unknown as Humans. Very few had any idea what could come after their destruction since, upon Death, their very Existence came unraveled. For Tiriel, the female half of the Aizen Siblings and the being known as One-Indulged-in-Love-of-Others such a question was irrelevant. She had done her part, given her beloved brother everything he desired, including her life to protect him from the final strike of the Flaming Haired little girl. Her Existence was all used up, their was nothing left to hold her together. She faded from the World, expecting to find nothing but Oblivion. Her final, fleeting thought as she saw Sorath charge the Girl with the Flaming Hair with nery a glance back at his dying sister was:
"I wish he had looked at me…"
However, Fate can be an extremely fickle thing. At the same time as Tiriel's death, in a world across the Rivers of Time and Space, a young mother was putting the finishing touches to the Ritual she had prepared, a Ritual that would protect her only child with the purest form of magic in existence. That of Pure, unconditional love.
Now, it should be pointed out that the love that the Aizen Siblings represented was a little...twisted shall we say, but it was unconditional and Tiriel had also sacrificed herself for love at the same instant as Lily Potter did.
Tiriel blinked. One minute she was on top of the Bridge in Misaki City, watching as her Brother fought the Flaming Haired little girl and the next she found herself standing in what can only be described as a very clean, very white Kings Cross Station.
"Where am I?" She asked, looking around.
"Stand aside you silly girl!"
Tiriel jumped at the unexpected voice and looked around wildly.
"No, not Harry, please I beg you, take me instead!"
Tiriel looked up and was surprised to see that the glass ceiling of the Station was more like a television screen and currently showed the inside of a nursery from the perspective of the crib. Stood in front of the crib with her back to it, her arms held out to protect the occupant, Tiriel could see the back of a woman with fiery red hair that was even more vibrant than the Flaming Haired brat. Stood in the doorway, a stick pointed at the woman, was a...being that Tiriel could honestly say made her feel ill to simply look at. He looked like some kind of humanoid snake with slimy looking, pale white skin, a completely hairless head, slits for nostrils and vivid, red eyes that held only malice.
Now, Tiriel had seen some extremely twisted and ugly creatures in her time (Some of Dantalions experiments came to mind) but something about the thing that she was currently looking at made her want to tear it apart and scatter its remains to the ends of the Earth. It was a true monster, a blight on the Earth.
Tiriel was broken from her thoughts when the monster spoke again.
"My patience grows thin girl, stand aside or join your Husband!"
The womans shoulders shook and Tiriel caught sight of a few tears falling, but she remained resalute. The thing sighed.
"Very well, let it never be said that Lord Voldemort is not merciful. Avadra Kadrava."
A bolt of green light leapt from the stick in his hand and struck the woman, causing her to fall like a puppet with cut strings. As she did, Tiriel felt something snap into place, like an Unrestricted Method activated by the woman's death, no, sacrifice. The blond Denizen felt a grudging respect for the woman rise in her chest. She didn't like humans as a rule, but to lay down your life for another spoke to her on an extremely basic level. After all, it was in her nature to do the same.
The thing turned his stick to point at whatever Tiriel was in, she guessed the womans child, although how such a thing was possible she didn't know, and advanced on the crib.
"So, this is the one meant to kill me?" Mused the creature, "Such a small thing. It almost seems a shame to cut off your life. But, Lord Voldemort cannot have any rivals!"
He raised his wand, the tip glowing green as he prepared to cast the same spell he'd used on the child's mother. In that moment, Tiriel felt a surge inside her and, without even thinking, reached out with her power. She felt the small amount of Existence she still had flow into the childs body, causing it to burst into golden yellow flames at the same time as the creature cast his spell. The green curse was absorbed by the Flame, before it exploded out, blasting the entire upper floor of the house to smithereens, including the creature that had tried to kill the child. Tiriel dropped to the floor of the bizarre world she found herself in, panting for breath as the child began to cry. The last thing she saw before passing out was a small, ratlike man grabbing the creatures stick and fleeing.
Tiriel had no idea what to think. The first thing she became aware of after passing out was a horrible shriek that had jarred her from her sleep, only to find herself looking up at a woman who could, charitably, be compared to a horse. From what she had gathered, Harry (the name of her Host) had been left on the Horse Womans, one Petunia Dursley, the sister of Harrys mother, doorstep like a bottle of milk with only a letter to inform her of what had happened.
However, that she could have forgiven since Harry was none the worse for wear of it. What she couldn't forgive was how Harry's 'family' had treated him. Upon discovering exactly who the child was, the Horse Womans Walrus of a Husband had suggested that they drown Harry! Fortunately, Petunia had put a stop to that idea before Tiriel had broken out her Vines again. However, her reluctance to kill Harry didn't come from human decency, no, it was because of what the neighbours would say! Tiriel was horrified. Oh sure, she knew that she'd done some horrible things in the past and her relationship with Sorath wasn't entirely healthy, but that was in her nature! These people would have happily murdered a child who couldn't even speak yet because of who his parents were if not for what the neighbours would think. The only reason she hadn't turned them all to Existence and eaten them is because she wasn't sure what would happen to Harry if she did and she didn't want to risk hurting him.
Upon deciding not to kill him or take him to an orphanage (in case the Freaks came calling) the Dursleys then proceeded to shove Harry in the cupboard and forget about him except for when it was absolutely necessary, feeding him the bare minimum and only changing him when the smell seeped out through the cupboard door. Tiriel had never, ever hated any being more than those...monsters in that moment, not even the Blazing Haired Brat who had killed her. It was then that Tiriel had decided that, since Sorath was forever lost to her, she would turn her love to the little boy who she now found herself in.
It took a bit of effort, but she was able to make a few alterations to Harrys Inner World, namely bringing the screen that allowed her to see out of his eyes down to her level so she didn't have to strain her neck to see out and create a method of connecting to Harrys consciousness, which she used to comfort him when he needed it which, unfortunately, was quite often. As Harry grew older, the Dursleys put him to work at jobs that no reasonable person would ever expect a child to do, hitting him when he messed up. As he got older, the punishments got worse, ranging from having his arms burnt on the stove, to having a cast iron skillet slammed into his head. Harrys crimes to earn such punishments? Asking questions and burning Dudley's, the Dursleys whale of a son, bacon. Tiriel openly cried as she put her power to work with Harrys own power source in fixing the injuries before they could cause him lasting harm.
Oh how she wanted to slaughter the people who dared to hurt her Harry, but alas, she couldn't. She could only really affect the outside world through the strange power Harry seemed to possess.
That was actually a subject of great interest to the blond Denizen, when she wasn't comforting Harry after the Dursleys had hurt him that is. Harry seemed to have a power that was separate from the pool of Existence that all living things possessed that made them living things. It was located (metaphorically) in the center of his chest and appeared in his Inner World as a huge, rolling mass of emerald green energy that matched his eyes. Tiriel had stumbled on the orb quite by accident while exploring her home one day as a distraction from Harrys suffering and the frustration at not being able to do anything about it. The Denizen had found that this power was what was sustaining her, allowing her Existence to recharge and that it was about 1000 times more potent that Existence alone. A few 'drops' of the power gave her the same amount of energy as devouring 100 humans completely, not even leaving enough to form a Torch. On top of that, consuming even a small amount of it gave her a feeling of euphoria on par with even the strongest of human psychedelic drugs and left her buzzing with energy that she put to good use fixing Harrys injuries.
Tiriel let out a sigh of frustration as she watched Harry run from Dudley and his gang once again. If only she could do something to help him! Anything, even just teach him how to defend himself. Wait…
Tiriel's eyes widened at the thought. Why couldn't she teach him how to defend himself? Sure Sorath had done most of the fighting, but that didn't mean that she was a pushover by any means. When Harry was a baby she had regularly pulled him into his Mindscape so she could better comfort him. What was to stop her from doing the same and teaching him to fight? Hell, she could even teach him to use Unrestricted Methods! While not on the level of the Chanter of Elegies, Tiriel did know quite a few Methods and their was nothing to stop them from creating new ones if needed. Decision made, Tiriel began to plan, absently channeling a mixture of Magic and Existence into Harry to strengthen him so he could escape his pursuers.
Five year old Harry Potter was confused. One minute he was curling up in his cupboard under his ratty old blanket and the next he was in a large, white space with a few benches and what looked like a huge television floating in mid air.
"Hello Harry."
Harry jumped at the unexpected voice and spun around to see a petite girl stood their. She was a very pretty girl with long, wavy blond hair, bright blue eyes and flawless, milk white skin. She was dressed in a manner befitting some kind of victorian noble, consisting of a pink dress with white frills and red bows that exposed her collar bone, red shoes and white tights. She wore only the slightest hint of lipstick but she was still the prettiest girl Harry had ever seen.
"W-who are you?" Asked Harry, "And where am I?"
The girl smiled.
"Don't you remember me Harry? After all the times I healed your wounds and comforted you in your dreams?"
Harry frowned in confusion, before his face lit up in realization.
"AH, you're the Angel!" He said.
Tiriel blinked. That was unexpected and completely inaccurate. After all the things she'd done, an Angel was the very last thing she was.
"Harry, I'm not an Angel," she said gently.
The little boy tilted his head on one side curiously and Tiriel had to crush the urge to squeal and hug him.
"But you healed me and kept me safe, didn't you?" He asked.
Tiriel nodded hesitantly.
"Thats what Guardian Angels do so you must be my Guardian Angel," said Harry, crossing his arms and nodding with the determination only a small child could have.
Tiriel stared at her young charge, her mind whirling. A Guardian Angel? Thats not a title she ever thought she'd have, not after all the terrible things she'd done in her existence. Its amazing how much perspective one can gain when they are forced to view a world one had only ever seen through the lense of a fanatic. And thats what she'd been, a fanatic to her brother. Sure it was in her nature, but that didn't change the fact that she had done horrible things in the name of making Sorath happy. Tiriel jumped slightly as she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist and looked down to see a nervous looking Harry was hugging her.
"H-harry, what are you doing?" She asked, not sure what to make of the little boys action.
Harry flinched, but didn't let her go.
"You looked sad and this is what Aunty Tuni does when Dudleys sad," he said, looking up at her through big, green eyes, "Thank you for helping me Miss Angel."
Tiriels world cracked. No one had ever said that to her before. Two words, thank you. She had never once been thanked by her brother for everything she had done for him and his hugs had always felt possessive and careless as if he had taken her for granted which, to be fair, he kind of had. Harry on the other hand had just thanked her and his hug felt warm and loving, despite the fact Tiriel knew he had no idea what love felt like. Harry was still only a child and only reached her waist and, when you consider the fact that Tiriel wasn't exactly tall herself, meant that he was really small, but his hugs still made her feel safe, warm and loved.
The Crimson Denizen let out a sob and fell to her knees, drawing a startled Harry into a tight hug, whispering thanks as she hugged him tightly. In that moment, two tattered hearts were joined and began to heal.
And thats the end of this idea. I'm taking a few liberties with Tiriel for this and amplifying Soraths general dickishness, but not by any massive degree. Tiriel has spent the past four years living inside a human being, something she only viewed as food at best before. She's comforted Harry, healed his wounds and basically called his head home for long enough that shes becoming more human.
Other than that, I think I can sign of. Leave a review and peace!