DZ2's Dimensions of Destiny

6th Dimension: Ice Ice Harry

"Albus? ALBUS! Oh, for the love of Merlin, will you open this door, already?"

To say that Albus Dumbledore was surprised to hear Minerva McGonagall demanding entry to his office, so early in the morning, and on a day during the summer holidays – where a lie-in was one of the few luxuries Albus allowed himself, especially during such a moment of downtime where nothing seemed to be wrong…for once – was an understatement.

As he finally made his way out of his personal chambers and down into his office, the Headmaster flicked his wand at the door, unlocking it and, with his usual grandfatherly air on full display, he smiled and yawned as he asked, "Oh…Minerva: good morning…what's wrong? Surely there isn't anything wrong with the school? Or is this about what I asked for the third-floor corridor?"

"It's worse!" insisted Minerva, whom Dumbledore was then surprised to see was holding an envelope in her hand. "It's…this isn't…I don't know how to…how I can begin to…"

"Here…why don't you have a seat, old friend?" insisted Albus, calling an elf to bring two herbal teas – his made with lemon, naturally, while he also ordered a soothing chamomile tea for Minerva – before, taking a sip from his tea, and Minerva did the same, the Headmaster smiled softly as he added, "Now, why don't you take a deep breath and tell me what's bothering you?"

After taking a very long draught from her tea, and coughing at the hot water that scalded her throat as she did so, Minerva slid the envelope she was carrying onto the desk as she asked, "I…I don't understand how…how this is…is possible: it…it doesn't make sense! I…I thought…didn't you assure me he…he'd be safe?"

"He who, Min…"

Before Dumbledore had a chance to finish, however, his eyes widened when he looked down at the envelope and saw the address written there.

Mr H Potter

Castle Khione

Arctic Circle

"What?" asked Dumbledore, earning a scoff and a nod from Minerva.

"That's exactly what I said, Albus! How on earth is Mr Potter somewhere up in the bloody North Pole? More to the point, how are our owls supposed to go that far north without freezing to death? Ditto to anyone on a broom or Apparating…I mean, isn't it meant to be impossible to get there thanks to the magical effects of those lights in the sky?"

"Aurora Borealis, yes," replied Dumbledore, frowning in confusion before, lifting his eyes to his stressed, alarmed, confused Deputy, he smiled softly.

"However, while owls, brooms, Apparition and Portkeys might find it difficult, my dear, you forget…being me has its privileges!"

I2H

"Godric's Heart!"

Dumbledore didn't say it aloud, but he agreed with Minerva…and not just because of the scenery.

As soon as Fawkes touched down, having flashed Dumbledore and McGonagall to the location on the envelope, Albus' wand immediately leapt into his hand, conjuring the strongest warming charms he could on both him and Minerva. Fawkes, meanwhile, seemed to glow with an all-consuming red light, the sight of which had Minerva's eyes widening as she looked worriedly to her boss.

"Albus! Is Fawkes about to enter a Burning Day? We'll be stranded here!"

"Calm down, Minerva," replied Dumbledore, looking up and down the spot where they'd landed, taking in what looked like crisp white sand on a beach, the softly-lapping waves dancing behind them, pushing and pulling at the shoreline. "He is simply using his internal flame to warm himself, if not us, against this…this unusually-cold area. I must admit…even with the unusual magical defence that keeps Apparition and Portkeys out of the Circle, I…I don't see the castle where we will find Mr Potter…are you sure you brought us to the right place, old friend?"

To Albus' amusement, Fawkes turned his beak up at the old man's question, as though it had offended him.

Before Dumbledore could say anything, however, he also smiled thinly when Minerva gasped, "Albus! This…this sand…it…it's not sand! I can feel it through my…my shoes; it's…it's snow!"

"Well, you are in the Arctic."

The new voice that replied to Minerva's words made Dumbledore spin around; when he did so, his eyes widened, as did Minerva's, when they saw a very unusual sight – even for two magical beings in the middle of the Arctic Circle, or thereabouts – looking at them in amusement, if not an air of relief and finality.

It was a boy.

A young boy, who seemed to be somewhere close to a teenager, judging by his looks; he had a head of silvery-white hair that was stuck up and out in all directions while, as he smiled at the two magic users, he revealed two emerald-green eyes that seemed to sparkle like crystals, if not glitter, in his face, suggesting a glazed, if not frosted-over look in his eyes.

However, what really surprised Minerva and Albus was the fact that the boy emerged from the frigid waters of the Arctic Circle's sea, wearing nothing but a pair of lightest-blue-coloured shorts and yet, he didn't seem to be fazed by the cold around them, much less the beyond-dangerous temperatures of the water that, judging by his wet hair, dripping pale body and wet shorts, Minerva and Albus assumed he'd swam through the water, only to greet them on the sandy…sorry, snowy shoreline.

As the boy smiled at the two magic users, he inclined his head to Dumbledore.

"Good morning, Professor Dumbledore; I've been expecting you…though I'm a little surprised to see you here too, Professor McGonagall."

"You…you know our names?" asked Minerva, earning a nod from the boy.

"Of course," answered the youth, walking barefoot along the snowy shoreline until he reached the two wizards, where he then lifted a hand and stroked Fawkes' feathers, earning a low trill of delight from the beast. "And hello to you too, Fawkes; thank you for bringing them to meet me. Don't worry; I promise I don't mean any of them, or you, any harm…"

His choice of words made Dumbledore's eyes widen as he looked the boy up and down.

It…it couldn't be…

His hair…his eyes…his pale skin.

His crazy location and the even crazier act of swimming in ice-cold waters.

Then there was the envelope, and who it had been addressed to, in order to bring them here in the first place.

"H-H-H-Harry?"

"Yes sir," replied the boy, earning a gasp from Minerva as he added, "Come on; let's get you two inside. Don't worry, my home's a lot warmer inside, although I can't promise your reception will be the same, especially for you, Professor Dumbledore, sir."

"What do you mean?" asked Minerva, watching as Harry Potter led them along the shore; as he did so, both magic users' eyes widened when the boy waved his hand at the empty space in front of them.

As if on cue, where there'd only been a plain white tundra and the sea behind them, now there was a giant, bluish-silvery-coloured tower, which seemed to stretch up into the heavens above like the Tower of Babel. The whole thing seemed to glisten and shimmer in the almost-permanent daylight of the North Pole and, as Harry led them to the main doors, Albus' eyes widened when he saw what looked like a large, three-headed dragon printed on the doors, its wings stretching wide while two of its claws acted as the handles to the door, which Harry turned and pulled open as he welcomed them into the room beyond.

A room that, to Minerva's surprise, looked more like a blue-and-silver-coloured variation of the Gryffindor Common Room, albeit with a brazier at the heart, where bright, bluebell-coloured flames welcomed the guests to the interior of the tower. There were also several comfortable-looking chairs, as well as a tray that was already set out for guests, as was evident by the hot, steamy drinks laid atop it.

"Thanks Boreas," said Harry, chuckling softly as he turned to his awestruck guests. "I guess he didn't want you having to climb all those stairs at your age, Professor Dumbledore. Come in, sit down…oh, but one more thing…"

As he walked to the nearest armchair, Harry stopped before he smirked to himself as he added, "Don't turn around…"

"Why?" asked Dumbledore, turning to face whatever may be behind him.

The sound of a fist breaking his nose – again – caused Minerva to wheel around, instinctively drawing her wand on whoever, or whatever, had just attacked her friend.

As soon as she did so, however, a hand grabbed her wrist, before a familiar voice warned her, "I'd keep that wand where it is for now, Minnie; and try not to worry. He's promised Harry that he'll only punch Albus once and then he'll let it go."

"Lupin?" asked Minerva, before she also saw who it was that had attacked Albus. "Black?"

"Who were you expecting? Santa Claus?" asked Harry, before he turned to face the still-angry face of Sirius Black, while Remus Lupin had a hand on his old friend's shoulder, though Harry was the one to say it. "All right, Sirius; you punched him. Now come and sit down; you swore that once was all you'd need and then we'd all let it go."

"He still has some serious explaining to do!" growled Sirius, rubbing his bruised knuckles against his free hand as he walked over to Harry where, tousling the boy's silvery hair, he sighed softly. "But a promise is a promise, pup, and you know I'll never lie to you…but that doesn't mean I'm willing to forgive you for what you did, Albus."

As Dumbledore stared at two old members of the old crowd, as well as one whom, as far as he knew, was actually a wanted man for escaping Aurors after an incident in Coventry nearly ten years ago, he spun around, quickly cleaning up his spilled blood in the process, as he heard Harry respond to Sirius' furious remark.

"Whereas I have forgiven him, Sirius, and now I hope we can all work together to deal with the bigger problem; namely saving magic before people like Voldemort and worse end up bringing about its extinction once and for all."

Yikes, talk about a twist in the tale and then some; Harry's not in Durzkaban, Sirius and Remus are with him and our hero also lives in a not-quite-ivory tower in one of the coldest regions on Earth…talk about crazy!

Anyway, as it says in my forum, this prompt response is somewhat inspired by Frozen, as well as a character from Power Rangers Mystic Force – inspiration's weird, sometimes – and…well, I just thought I'd create something fun, a little different and, hopefully, what may make a good story.

Anyway, if anyone's curious, details are below

Once, a spirit of magic was born to be its protector and the symbol of all that is good and pure, like snow. But they died and over the centuries, magic's spirit darkened until one Dark Lord threatens the end of magic itself. However, one summer night, an impossible feat takes place as a child is born, and the fires of innocence and purity are restored: wrap up warmly. Winter is coming: The Snow Prince has returned

(Grey Super/OP Harry: on the day Harry's born, it snows heavily; the blizzard stops when baby Harry breathes his first breath: as the reincarnation of the Snow Prince, Harry has power over ice, snow and the magic of winter: what forms his powers take is up to you, though one skill he MUST have is Snow/Ice Magic similar to Elsa/Jack Frost: GOOD Dumbledore as the old man recognises Harry as a spirit of magic that can save their world and hold onto the Light in their world: because of his winter spirit nature, Harry has a weird preference for wearing white, silver and/or light shades of blue: at some point, Harry MUST unleash a full snowy/winter wonderland on the world: why is up to you: crossovers welcome: bonus points if Harry discovers a remnant of his past life that helps him fulfil his destiny: bonus points if Harry has an icy familiar)

Now, admittedly, I'd go down a road of fun and free-spiritedness with Harry and, as it says, this would have a GOOD GUY DUMBLEDORE, so the bashing would only really occur in the opening chapter – though I couldn't promise it wouldn't be the last time he'd get smacked.

Admittedly, I'd also use 'Jack Frost' as the previous/original Snow Prince and have Harry as mischievous, but also pure and innocent as him – sort of like a cross between Chris Pine's animated Frost and maybe a hint of another…but haven't decided which yet;

NOW, on another note, as the new year has begun, I'm going to put the current Dimensions in a poll on my profile, which will be open for a short time and ask you, my fans, to decide which of my new nuggets I'm going to turn into my first BRAND-NEW story for 2025!

So go cast your votes now (and yes, this story will be on the list too)

And so, onto the next Dimension!