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Hi everyone and welcome back to the Vault! This time the idea is from The Modern Sorcerer's Changeling Challenge, rules below:
What if Harry Potter wasn't? Wasn't what? Wasn't Harry Potter of course! Stolen at birth to replace a stillborn Saviour, how does 'Harry' react when discovering the truth? And more importantly, how do his birth parents react?
Requirements: Harry Potter is really the son of a crossover couple. (They don't need to be a canon couple, but they do need to both be from the same crossover).
Crossover with some form of 'magic' in it.
Who stole Harry is up to the author, as is the reason behind the babynapping.
Harry has the powers of whoever he 'really' is. (How Harry has magic, or whether he keeps it, is up to you)
Morality: Good, but whether Light/Grey/Dark is up to you.
Pairing: Anyone non-dark.
Forbidden: Harry being the child of Lily and James Potter.
Harry forgiving whoever babynapped him.
Naïve Harry; he grows some balls after finding out.
Evil Harry; he can be pissed off and furious, but that doesn't change who he really is.
Suggestions: Harry's babynapping wasn't to replace the Saviour, but was for the purpose of removing the crossover baby.
Harry's "real" identity doesn't have to be canon in the crossover world. (E.g. Phoebe and Cole's baby from Charmed, or maybe Poseidon and Sally have a second child?).
Harry's birth parents don't remember even having him.
Harry doesn't return to his 'real' world, choosing to stay in the Wizarding World for whatever reason.
This idea is a crossover with Sekirei and Harry is Miya and Takehito. I think this will probubly end very badly for anyone involved...Enjoy!
Son of the Hannya
Harry struggled against the ropes that bound him tightly to the Gravestone as Voldemort spoke to his followers, occasionally stopping to inflict the Cruciatus curse on one or another, something that sent a lance of pain through Harrys scar every time. Eventually, the twisted man turned his attention to Harry.
"Now, I'm sure you are all wondering how it is I was able to return, hmm?" said Voldemort. "And it begins - and ends – with my young friend here."
He walked lazily over to stand next to Harry, so that the eyes of every Death Eater in the circle were locked upon the two of them.
"You know, of course, that they have called this boy my downfall?" Voldemort said softly, his red eyes upon Harry, whose scar began to burn so fiercely that he almost screamed in agony, "You all know that on the night I lost my powers and my body, I tried to kill him. His Mudblood bitch of mother died in the attempt to save him and unwittingly provided him with a protection I admit I had not foreseen. I could not touch the boy."
Voldemort raised one of his long white fingers and put it very close to Harry's cheek.
"The Mudblood left upon him the traces other sacrifice. This is old magic, I should have remembered it and I was foolish to overlook it. But no matter, I can touch him now." Harry felt the cold tip of the long white finger touch him, and thought his head would burst with the pain. Voldemort laughed softly in his ear, then took the finger away and continued addressing the Death Eaters, telling them all about his experience as a bodiless wrath and pointing blame at them for not realising he was alive and finding him, all the while making insulting references to the Potters and their sacrifice. Harry hung against the ropes that bound him to the stone, listening to the twisted creature belittle his parents sacrifice.
"Shut up," he hissed as the Death Eaters laughed at something Voldemort had just said.
"What was that Harry?" purred Voldemort.
"I said shut the hell up," growled Harry, lifting his head and glearing at Voldemort.
"Oh, it looks like Harry still has some fight in him," mocked Voldemort, "Come on then Harry, lets see what you can do. Untie him Wormtail and give him back his wand!"
The Rat like man hurried to obey, before scuttling back into the circle of Death Eaters as Harry glared at Voldemort with eyes full of hatred and anger.
"You have been taught how to duel Harry Potter?" said Voldemort softly, his red eyes glinting through the darkness, "First, we bow to each other.."
Voldemort gave a mocking bow, keeping his snakelike face upturned to Harry so the boy could see his twisted grin.
"Come, the niceties must be observed, Dumbledore would like you to show manners. Come on, bow to death, Harry."
Harry did not bow. He would not bow to this abomination, not now, not ever.
"I said, bow," Voldemort said, raising his wand.
Harry felt a pressure on his spine as though a huge, invisible hand was pressing into his back and attempting to force it to bend. Harry tightened his spine and refused to allow his back to bend even a few inches. Voldemorts smile slipped slightly at Harrys apparent lack of reaction, but straightened up.
"Very well, if you will not observe the niceties, we will begin," said Voldemort softly, "And now you face me, like a man, straight-backed and proud, so unlike your Father who coward before me."
Harrys hands clenched tighter at the dig at his Father that he knew for a fact to be untrue, thanks to the Dementors last year.
"And now - we duel." Voldemort raised his wand, and before Harry could do anything to defend himself, before he could even move, he had been hit again by the Cruciatus Curse.
The pain was so intense, so all consuming, that he no longer knew where he was. White-hot knives were piercing every inch of his skin, his head was surely going to burst with pain, he was screaming more loudly than he'd ever screamed in his life. As quickly as it came, the pain stopped. Harry rolled over and scrambled to his feet; he was shaking as uncontrollably as Wormtail had done when his hand had been cut off; he staggered sideways into the wall of watching Death Eaters, and they pushed him away, back toward Voldemort.
"A little break," said Voldemort, the slit-like nostrils dilating with excitement, "a little pause. That hurt, didn't it Harry? You don't want me to do that again, do you?"
Harry didn't answer. He was going to die like Cedric, those pitiless red eyes were telling him so. He was going to die and there was nothing he could do about it, but he wasn't going to play along. He wasn't going to obey Voldemort he wasn't going to beg.
"Oh, nothing to say Harry?" hissed Voldemort with a twisted smile, "Tell me, are you afraid? You're all alone, no one to hide behind. No friends, no family, how can you hope to escape?"
Harry gritted his teeth in fury, his hands clenching, hard.
"I'm going to kill you, Harry," said Voldemort, "Theres no escape for you this time. I'm going to kill you and then I'm going to rule forever."
"EXPELI-!" started Harry, but Voldemort simply sent him flying with a lazy flick of his wand.
Harry hit a nearby gravestone hard enough to drive the air from his lungs and lose his grip on his wand, which went flying off into the night. Harry slid down into a sitting position, gasping for breath.
"Oh dear, is that all you got?" asked Voldemort mockingly, "How can you hope to save anyone if you can't even stand?"
The Death Eaters laughed as Harry gritted his teeth in anger. As much as he hated to admit it, Voldemort was right. He didn't stand a chance. Voldemort sneered as he advanced on Harry, the tip of his wand glowing a sickly green.
"N-no, I can't die here!" thought Harry as he struggled to stand, "I can't! I won't, I won't die, not while I can still fight!"
Unfortunately, determination only went so far, especially when a nutjob aims an instant death curse at your head. The Curse hit Harry full in the face and he felt its energies flow through him. Most people would have died instantly as the spell tore their soul from their body, but Harry was different. The Avadra Kedavra Curse was designed to work on Humans and it even worked on practically every single living being on Earth. However, deep within Harry, something slumbered, the same something that helped to protect him when he was a baby. It was burried deep and held their by powerful seals placed by a certain manipulative old Goat Fucker, but those seals were weakening. Right now, all that was keeping them back was a few tattered strands of the seal and the chunk of malevolent Soul in Harrys scar that was forcing that power to focus on it to prevent Harry from being devoured by it. However, as Dumbledore had long believed, Voldemorts attempt to kill Harry instead resulted in that chunk of evil Soul being destroyed, allowing Harrys true power to emerge
Harry gasped as he felt a burst of pure power flow through him as his scar split open with a scream which was echoed by Harry himself as he felt something change. It felt like his bones, muscles, organs and even his magic were all being burnt, torn, shattered and utterly destroyed, before being rebuilt into something else, something stronger, something in a completely different league to any human on the face of the planet. The Death Eaters were forced to shield their eyes as a brilliant, purple light shone from the Boy-Who-Lived, lighting up the night with its eerie glow as it formed into twelve immense wings of pure magic that stretched from one side of the Graveyard to the other.
Meanwhile, back at Hogwarts, a blaring alarm rang out in the Headmaster's office, before the numerous devices tied to Harry exploded. A world away, two sets of alarms went off in the Head office of MBI and in a dark room within a certain inn in Shinto Teito.
"What in the world?" gasped the occupant of the room, her fingers flying over the keyboard, "T-this energy reading…"
Downstairs, a woman with purple hair froze as, quite impossibly, she felt an energy source join with hers, a sensation she hadn't felt since…
"N-no, thats impossible," she whispered, "H-he died, they told me he died!"
She turned her head in the direction of the new energy, her brown eyes filling with tears.
"Is it possible? Could he still be alive?"
And thats the end of that. So, Harry's the son of Miya and Takehito Asama and has inherited a metric ton of power from Miya.
Not sure what the pairing would be, but I'm almost tempted to say that Harry would replace Minato.
Anyway, please leave me a review!