Harry Potter Magical Musings and Spellbound Snippets

Cypher3au

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#26
Well, my guess is Naruto, Anko, and Sakura, from Naruto.

Naruto can fight off scores of enemies on his own, Sakura is Tsunade's apprentice, and Anko often has a place in Konoha's Torture and Interrogation division in fanfiction...not sure if she's in T and I in canon, though...
 

whitewhiskey

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#27
Cypher3au said:
Well, my guess is Naruto, Anko, and Sakura, from Naruto.

Naruto can fight off scores of enemies on his own, Sakura is Tsunade's apprentice, and Anko often has a place in Konoha's Torture and Interrogation division in fanfiction...not sure if she's in T and I in canon, though...
One out of three, care to take another swing?
 

whitewhiskey

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#28
And here, is the Jinx version...

[quote="Potter']�TITANS, GO!�

The call went out as the famous Teen Titans engaged the infamous Hive Five, and their battle began. The Five had gone for a simple target this time, no matter how clich�, a bank, despite currently being down a staple member, not that the titans took time to notice as they were busy, Starfire fighting star-bolt to eye-beam against See-more while Raven tried to nail down Kid Wykkd, who was teleporting himself around while also using his powers to fling random things from appliances to full size sedans at her. Nearby, the diminutive genius Gizmo was matching tech against Cyborg while his opposite Mammoth was trying to best the shape-shifting Beast Boy with sheer brute force. Finally, Billy Numerous was attempting to overwhelm Robin, the boy wonder, with superior numbers. The Hive was trying to keep the Titans separated so the heroes couldn�t help each other, but they were still losing ground. If the Hive didn�t bolt soon, they probably end up back in the slammer. As this thought crossed Gizmo and Wykkyd�s minds, they were saved by a bolt from the blue�

Or rather, a bolt from a shadowed alley�

It was a pink bolt, followed by a small crack. While the crack sound alerted its target, it was too late for Raven to block and the pink light struck her in the side and she immediately fell to the ground on her hands and knees, she began shaking as if in pain, but before her friends could even call out to her, something happened that stopped both sides of the fight-

Raven started laughing. It started out as a barely restrained giggle, but in seconds it was a deep belly laugh that left her gasping for breath a little and completely unable to focus her powers. Starfire tried to aid her friend, when another crack sound near her, there was a sickly-green flash as she fell to the ground, suddenly feeling very weak and ill, and nearly ready to lose her lunch there in the street. The quick defeat of two of the five Titans gave some confidence to the Hive guys, but as See-more and Wykkyd moved to help their cohorts, there was another crack and a loud pair of thumps as the rhino that was Beast boy fell to the ground unconscious and Cyborg toppled over as well, his eyes and muffled voice meaning he was awake, but his arms and legs stuck at his sides, and the odd sparks from his body probably weren�t good for him either. This left Robin, in a small sea of Billy�s, now against the Hive Five and whoever had taken out his friends.

�Well, Billy, it seems we�ve got us a guardian angel out there.�

�It certainly does, Billy.� A pair of clones laughed as the others closed in.

�Give up, pitt-sniffer, it�s over,� Gizmo said, a bit loud to get over Raven continuing laughter.

Robin�s eyes narrowed, he had a very slim chance of winning, even slimmer since he was up against an unknown element along with the Hive Five. He readied his bo-staff and prepared to reach for some of his explosive disks when he heard the now telltale crack, and dodged just in time to avoid a red energy beam that splashed into the pavement. He fought of the Billy clones and managed to avoid two more of the energy blasts, but one finally hit him. It didn�t really hurt, only knocking back a little, but it blasted his staff away, as well as his other weapons, namely the ones on his utility belt, the belt that went flying, along with the staff, but then changed direction in mid-air and stopped not far from the group and hovered for a moment before a pair of people seemed to bleed into existence.

Both, a boy and a girl were about the same age and were dressed in matching colors, blacks and navy blues. The girl was easy to recognize, it was Jinx, the missing member of Hive, but the young man with her was new. In long pants and t-shirt with a dark blue vest with a pair of mirrored goggles over his eyes, the only thing about him that didn�t seem to match his companion was his messy black hair to her pink, and, for some reason, a chain wrapped around his left arm.

Robin watched as the new teen handed his bo-staff to Jinx, before holding the belt across his own waist, and looked up to Jinx expectantly.

�I don�t know, it�s really not your color,� she said, leaning nonchalantly the staff.

�Oh, come on,� The young man finally spoke, revealing a slight English accent, �you have to admit these things are wicked.�

Jinx sighed, �Boys and their toys,� she grabbed the belt and tossed it to Gizmo, �Hey, Gizmo, check that for traps and trackers before we leave.�

The half-pint caught the belt, but just barely, �W-w-what? Jinx, what the heck is goin� on? Who is this skazbag?�

�Gizmo, be nice, you-babe, you may want to cut back on Raven, I think she�s about to die laughing,� She told her companion, who waved his right hand and the dark Titan�s laughter died down, but she was still too tired from it to do much of anything but giggle as Jinx turned back to Gizmo, �Anyways, you should be nice to him, because A. he�s our new teammate,� she cut off any objection by continuing, �And B. I don�t want my new husband to have to beat you up.�

That brought a silence to the makeshift battlefield. Except for Raven�s giggling and Starfire finally losing the contents of three of her seven stomachs into a trashcan. The Hive were most surprised though, which became obvious very quickly�

�Your new what?!�

All the Hive members, including Jinx, turned to Wykkyd, who had just said the first words they had ever heard from him. Ever.

�My, uh,� Jinx said, caught off guard by the fact that Wykkyd only chose not to ever speak until now (that meant she owed Angel twenty bucks the next time she saw her).� She shook her head and put an arm around her apparent husband, �Right, this is my new hubby, everyone, meet Hex.� She saw the titans starting to recover some, Beast boy was coming around and Raven seemed to be getting back in control, �And we should probably take this party back to base. Grab whatever loot you�ve got and get over here.�

However, during the Hive�s interaction, Robin had managed to grab the duffle bags the money was in and get it away from the numerous Billy�s.

�Hey!� One Billy yelled, �We stole that fair and square.�

�Billy,� Jinx sighed, �Just re-fuse and get over here.�

�B-but the money!� Mammoth groaned.

Jinx shook her head and nodded to Hex, who raised his right hand. Instantly, the bag shot out of Robin�s hand and into his, before he cast out his chain, which seemed to elongate and wrap around the Hive five, before hooking an arm around Jinx and giving the only standing Titan an almost mockingly cheery smile. A moment later, the Hive was gone, disappeared along with the money and their new, more dangerous member.[/quote]

I know, Hex isn't really an original villain name for Harry, but it fit (Jinx and Hex seems like a cool team).

The start seems a bit off, even to me, but I did my best. I'll have to think of a good reason for Harry to willingly become a villain, so this will probably become AU.

And, if anyone asks the reason, the chain was a portkey. And I'm not sure if I'll have Hex going wandless, or if it's just hidden up his sleeve casting (I'm surprised that wasn't done in canon).
 

zeebee1

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#29
So, Harry is randomly evil?

You need to give an explanation so you don't scare away the audience from the apparent OC.
 
#30
Not to overstate the obvious, Zee, but whitewhiskey already pointed that fact out.
 

whitewhiskey

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#31
New Idea, and I think the first crossover of it's kind...

[quote="Potter']The Order of the Phoenix had been on edge for two, almost three, months. Harry Potter had disappeared from his relatives place after only a couple days, and until recently they'd had no idea where he was, or even if he was alive. But then, a few days ago, Hedwig had shown up with a letter saying he'd be back on Monday, as if his sudden disappearance was no big deal. They had expected him to floo in, so it was a surprise when there was a knock at the door and the sounds of arguing. When it was opened, those present were surprised to find Harry arguing with a blond girl in a skirt and short top, and the one who knocked had been a dark haired girl in equally dark, gothic Lolita style clothing.

"May we come in?" She asked, getting Harry's attention.

"Oh, hey guys," he walked up and put an arm on the gothica�s shoulder, "Sorry about that, it seems the biggest slag in the world had to follow us here." Everyone was surprised at Harry's language, but more so when the blond yelled back.

"Hey, you fucking limey bastard, if you're gonna insult me, at least use a real fucking word."

Harry turned back to her, "It is a real fuckin� word, you bitch."

The blond surprised everyone by reaching under her skirt and pulling out a white muggle handgun with a bow on its end, "Call me a bitch again, asshole!"

Harry's wand came out of his sleeve as he pointed it at the blond, "Ugly, Bitchy SLAG!"

The two separated when a candy striped blade came between them, held by the gothic girl as she spoke in a monotone, "Harry, dear, you still have to introduce us and your friends."

Harry sighed, stowing his wand, which seemed to just automatically slide into his sleeve, "Alright, luv," He turned to those in the doorway, "Everyone, this is my girlfriend, Stocking Anarchy, and her sister," he added a cough that sounded suspiciously like 'whore', before finishing, "Panty." There was silence, well, except for the crickets, as the residents of Number twelve had no real idea what to say.

The first to recover was, of course, Dumbledore, �Well, Harry, it is good to have you back, and I�m sure you have quite a story for us, but-�

-Chuck, chuck, chuck-

The Order turned almost at once to see�a moving pile of luggage? No, there was a talking (if you could call it that) green, almost dog-like doll�thing, moving slowly.

�Oh, right, Chuck,� Harry remembered, �You can set those down. KREACHER!� Harry yelled, the house elf appearing at once and, honestly, looking scared as hell.

�M-m-master and Mistress called Kreacher?� The elf asked shakily.

�Yes, please take our things. Stocking and I will take the master bedroom, and give Panty an out of the way room for now,� Harry ordered and instantly the luggage, along with the elf, was gone so fast the Chuck almost bounced into the air from the weight removal. �Mrs. Weasley,� Harry cut off, seeing the woman about to speak, �I know what you�re about to say, and I don�t really care, me and Stocking have been sharing a room, and a bed, for over a month already.�

�Pff,� Panty scoffed, �You�ve been �sharing� more than that, they get loud as hell most of the time.�

Stocking and Harry turned to the blonde, ignoring some of the order�s scandalized looks, and deadpanned simultaneously, �Like you have any room to talk, bitch.�

�Um, yes, well,� Dumbledore stammered, everyone else still too shocked to speak, �Perhaps we should take this conversation inside.�

�Of course, Headmaster,� Harry said with a smile, hooking an arm with his gothic girl.

And, for the first time in a long time, Albus had the feeling he�d need a large bottle of fire-whiskey by the end of the day.[/quote]
 

Prince Charon

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#32
I'm sure I've seen that, before. Have you posted it elsewhere?
 

whitewhiskey

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#33
Prince Charon said:
I'm sure I've seen that, before. Have you posted it elsewhere?
Part of it was once posted in the Misc. Ideas thread. I added a little and put it here.
 

zeebee1

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#34
I'm pretty sure that obscure series tend to make rare crossovers.
 

Mercsenary

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#35
whitewhiskey said:
Prince Charon said:
I'm sure I've seen that, before.? Have you posted it elsewhere?
Part of it was once posted in the Misc. Ideas thread. I added a little and put it here.
What horrors have you wrought.
 

Ninsaneja

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#36
Voldemort is like, half-ghost anyways. They would kick his ass, and then have sex with it.

And um

Eat all his candy.
 

Mercsenary

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#37
Ninsaneja said:
Voldemort is like, half-ghost anyways. They would kick his ass, and then have sex with it.

And um

Eat all his candy.
NOT THE CANDY! You bastard!
 
#38
What the hell was that X-overed with?

On a side note, since whitewhiskey did offer us a place to post different snippets, I will go ahead and do so.

Now, I wrote this over a year ago and posted this about around six months ago on my <a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3759712/54/The_Archive_Rejects' target='_blank' rel='nofollow'>Archive Rejects, Chapter 54</a>.

Harry made his way down the hallway where he was to meet the leader of the organization known as Cerberus.

He frowned in thought about that. He wasn't sure he was comfortable working for an organization whose leader no one seemed to know the name of. If there was anything Harry was sure of in the last few years that he'd been alive, he couldn't trust the Illusive Man.

Anyone who up and brought people back from the dead, like himself and Shepard, did so because they had an agenda. Harry just didn't know what that agenda was and that was another thing he didn't like one bit. Unfortunately, he was currently without either resources or allies. Even Shepard had the SR2 SSV Normandy, his reputation as a SPECTRE, not to mention the image of being an intergalactic hero. Harry had nothing but a smattering of borderline hostile acquaintances who didn't want much to do with him.

Well, there was Kelly, but who knew where she was?

Punching in the code to the VIP Meeting Room that his hand-to- hand combat instructor, Operative McLeod, had given him earlier, Harry swiftly entered the still darkened room. His cybernetic eyes immediately adjusted allowing him limited lowlight vision, but all he saw was emptiness. He cautiously stepped into the room and was about to mentally switch to night vision when the door he'd entered through immediately closed on him.

Before he could react, his attention was brought to the center of the room where a blue circle illuminated itself. Harry's modified eyes allowed him to further penetrate the surrounding darkness in ways even "his" enchanted glasses had not allowed him to. Closing his eyes in concentration, he consciously called up the mimetic information Cerberus had implanted in his brain as they formed the homunculus that would eventually become his newly cloned body.

While he didn't come up with anything exactly like what he was seeing, he could ascertain that whatever he was seeing was some sort of holographic communications relays not unlike a pensieve projector or even an advanced form of the patronus messaging spell Hermione had modified that could not only relay messages, but images as well.

Knowing that Cerberus would not have expended so much time, effort, and money to "bring him back" only to destroy or harm him before he could be used for whatever purpose they wanted him for, he decided to step into the glowing circle.

As expected, a holographic grid immediately went up as he stood in the center and promptly disintegrated just a few short seconds before the room "transformed".

The room itself was unrecognizable.

Judging from the view outside the window, it was nowhere near the converted Batarian mercenary base on Torfan where Cerberus' Project: Rogers was currently held. However, the star dominated window only held Harry's attention for so long, as his gaze slowly drifted to the unmanned holographic workstation and then to the revolving chair within an otherwise empty room that only contained only the previous aforementioned items and a man who could only be one person.

The Illusive Man.

Despite the dark haired man's unremarkable appearance, even in hologram form, he gave off a powerful and intimidating aura. However, the presence the man gave off wasn't what drew Harry's attention to him; it was the man's strange eyes.

Like Harry's, they too contained cybernetic implants, only instead of the glowing emerald light that Harry's seemed to give off, the Illusive Man's were light blue. Given the extent of what his own eyes could do, Harry wondered what function, other than enhanced sight and intimidation that the head of Cerberus' eyes were capable of.

"Ah, Potter. Everything is well, I expect," said the Illusive Man as he a lit what appeared to be a cigarette.

"As well as can be expected," Harry replied somewhat distastefully.

The Illusive Man merely smirked in response, his strange glowing cybernetic blue eyes meeting Harry's emerald matching set. Now he could see his eyes put so many off their game. Despite having a set of eyes like Potter, only a different hue, he could feel the unsettling affect they had on people.

"Potter, I did not enter into the decision to bring you back, fully restored with a couple of enhancements lightly. Humanity, and to a lesser extent, the galaxy, needs you."

"What about the other one... Shepard?" asked Harry his eyes narrowing slightly.

The Illusive Man nodded slightly. "He is more central to our plans at the moment; however, it would be foolish of us to put all of our eggs into one basket. Shepard's mission is almost suicide, at best. The fate of humanity, and by extension the galaxy, rests in his ability to succeed in this mission. That's where you come in."

"How do you figure? It seems you already have your 'hero'," Harry snapped with a biting tone.

Having read Ms. Chamber's analysis of Potter's state of mind, both from the few conversations the two had had before she was reassigned to Project: Lazarus and from her studying Potter's psychological profile, the Illusive Man was aware that Harry Potter's bitterness was not out of jealousy for Shepard being the hero of the hour, but because the Illusive Man seemed to want to make him one too.

"Because Shepard's chances of succeeding are significantly smaller than his chances of failure. That is unacceptable," the Illusive Man replied. "Which is why you were activated."

"I'm only one man," Harry pointed out.

"So is Shepard. Never estimate the 'Power of One'. Many of humanities greatest historical giants were 'just one man' and look at where they are. For better or worse, they are sealed in immortality for all eternity, remembered with fondness and eternal hatred," the Illusive Man countered. "Don't you want to live forever, be remembered in the hearts and minds for future generations as one of the heroes of humanity?"

"No interested."

Though this was said calmly, the Illusive Man could tell Harry was seething.

"Just think of what Cerberus can offer you. We brought you back, what says we can't bring back others as well?"

"Not interested."

This was said a bit more forcefully.

"Fine, then what about the innocent lives you could potentially save?" asked the Illusive Man, manipulatively appealing to Harry's better nature. Furthermore, Harry knew it and knew what his decision was going to be. "Children who won't end up orphansà Or worse."

"Fine." Harry relented forcefully through clenched teeth. "What do you want me to do?"

"I knew you'd come around. After all, we're the ones who are acting for the greater good of humanity," the Illusive Man said, intentionally provoking Harry.

While the cybernetically enhanced wizard clone had long since forgiven Dumbledore over a century ago, he had never forgotten. While Harry grudgingly admitted, if only to himself, that some of Dumbledore's actions may have been necessary, it didn't mean he condoned them.

The Illusive Man continued to sit and smoke in silence as the room began to shake slightly, seemingly unconcerned even as the monitors of the nearby work station began to short out.

"I want you to rendezvous with Shepard," the Illusive Man told Harry. "A being with your unique skills, the likes of which haven't been seen in a century, could very well become a deciding factor in the current conflict."

As Harry cut the transmission and the Illusive Man's office faded from view he could have sworn he'd heard the man say one last thing.

"Good luck, Master of Death, you'll need it."
 

whitewhiskey

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#39
Not bad, M2J. Although it took up 'till the Illusive Man showed up to know what it was (never played the game).

And my earlier crossover was Harry Potter with Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt, from the same people who brought us Evangelion, Gurren Lagann and FLCL...

Now my mind is contemplating a HP/FLCL crossover

Anyway, Panty and Stocking are sister angels kicked out of Heaven for, um, un-Angel like behavior (Stocking is a sweet loving glutton with some slight masochistic tendencies and Panty is a slut who, literally, sleeps with damn near any guy she can). They live with a black, afro'd priest named Gaterbelt and fight evil ghosts (Panty with her 'holy panties' that turn into a gun and Stocking with her sword/stockings.) it's a funny series, although definitely not for the faint of heart or youngsters.

I was actually tempted to pair Harry with one of the demon sisters who appear half way through the first season.
 

whitewhiskey

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#40
New idea

Deep in the bowels of London, down a dark street where the sun never seemed to shine. This was a place where the scum of society dwelled, thieves, killers, hit-men, organized crime members, fences, prostitutes, all of them at the least passed through here. And on this street, there was a bar.

Nobody was quite sure who actually owned it, and it had been open only for a short time, a handful of months at most, and defiantly less than a year, but in that short time it had not only become a hotspot for the various criminals of the area, but it had also become the most peaceful place for two reasons, and those two reasons were the young couple who ran the bar.

The woman seemed older, but only by a couple years, maybe thirty at the oldest, with dark hair and eyes with a tan, slender build, but her strength belied her thin body, as those who had tried to hit on her could attest. Some even said it was like she had extra arms to hit with. That wasn�t her real weapon, though, because while she was strong, her true powers lie in her mind. It seemed like anything that happened within the boundaries of the bar, and even some areas outside, was known to her. Whatever deeds people bragged, whatever secrets were whispered, whatever was written and passed, even if she was nowhere nearby, all of it was known to her. The information she�d had not only kept people n their best behavior, but information also got many customers to come in just for the chance to grease some out of her hands.

The man was, at most, a couple years younger, with black, shaggy hair and green eyes. He didn�t talk much, mostly because he didn�t need to, because he was strong. Most of the local piss-ants were scared stiff just by his glare, a lot even fainted just by locking eyes with him. But what really scared people was when he actually had to fight, when he seemed as fast as lightning and as strong as a Greek legend, to a point where many of his opponents where beaten unconscious before they even knew he�d moved. Some said he�d bent and broken blades with his bare hands. Some even said they�d seen him dodge and catch bullets like some sort of super hero.

In less than two weeks of opening, the pair, and by extension their bar, had become off limits to anyone who wanted to not end up in the hospital or the morgue. It actually became popular as a neutral ground, and was in surprisingly good and clean condition for the area, despite the fact that the couple seemed to be the only workers aside from the occasional live band.

And it was in front of this bar that a group of people now stood. Some were dressed normally and others looked like they grabbed a bunch of brightly colored clothes at random from the bargain bin, a couple even seemed to be wearing clothes that looked straight out of the thirties. But all of them looked in no way like they should be on that street. How they had gotten there without catching attention was anyone�s guess.

�Albus,� a normally dressed redhead whispered to an old man in an equally old brown business suit, �Are you sure he�s here? I mean,� she looked around, �The spell didn�t work the first few times, and to lead us here it might have been wrong.�

�It is puzzling, Lily,� Albus responded, �But the spell cast used your and James� blood, so it would lead us to any who shared the blood of you both. I do not know why it didn�t lead us to him before, but this is our only lead.� As Albus lead the group into the bar, unable to shake the feeling he was being watched.

Inside it was quiet, with only a woman in jeans and a tank top, polishing the bar. Despite the location of the bar, it was in incredibly good condition, waxed wood floors, completely undamaged tables, good lighting, but still dim enough to appease the drinking crowd.

�We�re closed,� the woman said, not even looking up from the bar, �I�m sorry but aren�t open on Sundays.�

�Beg your pardon, miss, but we simply came to find someone,� Albus began, before the woman looked up and locked eyes with him.

She put down the rag and leaned against the counter behind her, a slight, mysterious smile on her face, �Oh, and who, pray tell, would be so important as to bring the great Albus Dumbledore to my bar?� The man looked stymied as she continued, �And Lily and James Potter, Remus Lupin, Alastor Moody, Sirius Black, Severus Snape, you even brought some of you Order minions,� The woman�s smile never faded as she spoke, �It�s a veritable �who�s who� of Tom Riddles target list.� The moment that name was spoken, the group went for their pockets, but it was too late as a number of wand flew through the air, seemingly without a single spell cast, and into the woman�s hand, �I must ask you follow the same rules as all our patrons, no weapons in the bar.� She turned her back, opening a locked drawer to stow the wands.

Dumbledore, along with all others present, was stunned. This woman not only knew them, but had disarmed them without even trying, and it almost looked like she�d done it without magic. That stuck in his head, she had disarmed him, and she had taken the Elder Wand. This unknown woman was now the master of the most powerful wand ever made.

�I wouldn�t do that, Mr. Moody,� the woman said, her back still to them as she locked the drawer, �I left your spare wand because you, alone, can�t beat me, and I would rather not add a broken spine to your already extensive list of injuries in battle.� She turned back to the group, �Oh, forgive my manners, I am Robin, Robin Nico, one of the owners of this establishment.�

Dumbledore Finally recovered his voice from the surprise, �I apologize, Miss Nico, we didn�t know this was a witch owned business.�

To that, Robin gave a small chuckle, �I am many things, Mr. Dumbledore, but a witch is not one of them.�

A spell, surprisingly cast by an antsy Snape, suddenly barreled towards Robin, only to be intercepted by a tumbler in mid air, stopping the spell and shattering the glass, Robin didn�t even blink during the exchange.

�I�d ask that you not do that again, Mr. Snape, it�s difficult to replace a tumbler on a Sunday. And I notice you still haven�t answered my question, who exactly are you looking for?�

�Please,� Lily stepped forward, looking desperate, �We�re looking for my lost son, Harry.�

Robin�s smile finally left, replaced with a blank, neutral expression, �Ah, yes, the young lost Potter, Harry, the same one you tended to neglect after his brother survived the killing curse, who at the age of three was sent to live with you sister because you worried he�d get jealous of the special treatment his brother got, or was it because there was nothing Harry could do to add to your families growing notoriety?�

James stepped up to defend his wife, �We loved Harry and we�re trying to find him. We want to make it up to him, to show him we�re sorry.�

�Really, Mr. Potter, so it has nothing at all to do with a little prophecy that you�ve found applies to him and not his brother?� She was greeted with surprised expressions, �If you loved him, Mr. Potter, then where you when he uncle first struck him? If you loved him, Mrs. Potter, then where were you when your sister degraded him, telling him his mother was a whore who didn�t want him? When did you even notice he was missing? Because, from what I�ve found, the search didn�t start until roughly September 13, 1991, about 6 years after he disappeared from the cupboard that was him home. So, Mr. Potter, Mrs. Potter, which is it, truthfully? Do you really want your son back? Or do you want the sacrificial lamb for your prophesy?�

�That�s enough!� Sirius yelled, �Do you know where Harry is, bitch or-ACK�

Sirius suddenly fell to his knees, like a great weight was on him, on his spirit. He fared better than those near him, though, as Mudungus Fletcher, Elphias Dodge and Dedalus Diggle, all fell in a dead faint, mouths foaming.

�I�d suggest you not insult my girl again,� a gruff voice sounded from the door to the back room, where stood a man about Robin�s age, dressed in long pants and a t-shirt bearing a cartoonish skull and bones wearing a straw hat. His face was obscured by his long bangs as well as the large crate on his shoulder. �I�ve beaten men near to death for less.�

He stepped past the order members, with Moody and Snape trying in vain to revive the fallen. The man sat the crate on the floor in front of the bar, before facing them and leaning back on the bar, his face still darkened by his hair, �So, Robin-chan,� the man began, already starting to confuse some of the order, �who are these oddballs?�

Robin�s smile returned, �They�re some wizards and they�re looking for someone.�

�Please, sir,� Lily cut in, �We�re trying to find my son, a blood tracing spell said he is here. He has black hair and green eyes, he�s almost sixteen and his name�s Harry.�

The man stared at her for a moment, and then looked at Robin, who oddly nodded, and then back to the order before he burst out laughing.

�Lady, you�ve found him,� The man bellowed as he laughed. He lifted his bangs, revealing a noticeable scar on his brow, �I�m Suigyoku Hari, the Shinigami Hisui, the Jade Death-god, and formerly known as Harry Potter.�
Just a couple things, I suck at Japanese, but I'm trying. as far as I know, Suigyoku Hari=something like Jade crystal, and Shinigami Hisui=The Jade Shinigami

Don't know if Harry will have a DF power, the whole jade thing is because of his eyes. He does have Haki, though.

What do you think?
 

zeebee1

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#41
I know the setting is different, but that wasn't Robin.
 

whitewhiskey

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#42
zeebee1 said:
I know the setting is different, but that wasn't Robin.
Hey, I'm trying. I got most of the world traveling idea for that fic thought up, and it involves harry, with Robin, getting pulled back to Brittan by the Horcrux link by Voldemort's revival. The only reason Robin's hands weren't seen is cause she was fast with them.
 

whitewhiskey

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#43
Here's something new...

And then, at last, he crept around yet another bend, he saw a solid wall ahead on which two entwined serpents were carved, their eyes set with great, glinting emeralds. (HP:CoS, Chapter 16)

He approached the door, his throat dry, when he saw another glint in the corner of his eye among some old rubble. It was a sword, in oddly great condition for its location, a long sword with intricate designs and inscriptions along the guard and fuller of the blade. Harry looked at it for a moment before grabbing it, thinking he could use any possible advantage against a basilisk. Once his hand closed on the grip, though, he felt an odd feeling of warmth radiate from the sword, and it was much lighter than it looked. Giving it a couple test swings, Harry steadied himself and looked to the door, hissing the word to open it.

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Harry moved quickly, barely avoiding the Basilisk strike. With his wand gone, now in the Riddle book�s hands, his only weapon was a sword he had no idea how to use, or even if it could affect the snake.

Of course it will.

The voice startled Harry bad enough that the snake head-butted him ten feet into a wall, it felt like he�d busted his shoulder. Pulling himself to his feet, Harry stared down the snake, or as well as he could without actually looking into it�s eyes. He suddenly felt a drain on his�spirit? The energy drained into the sword.

Cura!

With a snap and some discomfort, along with a green, glittering light, Harry�s shoulder felt good as new. In fact, aside from being a little winded from the drain of whatever the sword did, he felt great.

Let me fight�

Harry pulled behind a pillar as the serpent passed, ignoring the sword for the moment. The diary hadn�t left him with the greatest faith in talking objects.

Do not compare me with that monstrous wraith.

Harry gasped as he accidentally caught sight of the beasts reflection, but wasn�t petrified. Was it-

Yes, now let me fight! I swear on my honor as a general, as a paladin of the holy sword, we shall win!

Harry was backed into a corner, the beast baring down on him. What did he have to lose?

�Okay�

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Tom looked on, intrigued. The potter boy had already demonstrated not only a non-verbal, wand-less healing spell of some sort, but also immunity to the petrification of the Basilisk�s reflected glare, and while before he seemed distracted, now he stood unflinching as his body faced the beast, the blade at the ready.

Surely he doesn�t think he can kill Slytherin�s own basilisk with that-

Before he could finish the thought, Potter charged the snake with incredible speed and struck. The hall shook with the sound of thunder as a flash came from the blade. When his vision cleared, he was astounded. The basilisk which had lived for a thousand years lay dead, twitching slightly as lightning still arced from some parts of its body.

Potter turned to face him, walking with sword at the ready and an oddly feminine step. But strangest, as he got closer, was his eyes. His right was closed completely, but the left was a chocolate brown instead of its usual green.

�Foul Wraith, I do not know how you have been bound to this world, but this day is the end of your terrorizing ways,� Harry raised the sword, the blade taking an orange glow, �Meet your end at my blade, Climhazzard!�
Guess who!
 

Demjou

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#45
I'm guessing, Beatrix, from what I remember of her eye color.
 

whitewhiskey

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#46
demonic_jounin said:
I'm guessing, Beatrix, from what I remember of her eye color.


It is <a href='http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Beatrix' target='_blank' rel='nofollow'>Beatrix</a>, which I thought was obvious because 1. Used both white magic and swordplay (or for her, it's <a href='http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Seiken' target='_blank' rel='nofollow'>Seiken</a>) and 2. Because of the 'one Eye' thing, since Beatrix always had that metal eye patch on. Plus, unlike Steiner, she could use <a href='http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Thunder_Slash#Final_Fantasy_IX' target='_blank' rel='nofollow'>Thunder Slash</a> (which is what she hit the basilisk with), unlike Steiner, who <a href='http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Thunder_Slash_Glitch' target='_blank' rel='nofollow'>Missed damn near every time</a>.

I never much cared for Steiner. I didn't hate the guy (although, I do plan on portraying him poorly if I continue this), I just didn't much care to have him around when I didn't have to. Heck, I liked Lani better than Steiner, and she was an enemy (She had a cool weapon).

Beatrix, though, was awesome in my opinion and ties for my favorite FF character with <a href='http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Freya_Crescent' target='_blank' rel='nofollow'>Freya Crescent</a>, who will also be making an appearance by my plans. Beatrix kicked ass most of the time, even if you were winning the battle. She could take out a hundred knights and still be polite about it, if a little arrogant.
 

Demjou

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#47
Just to get it off my mind, will Beatrix and Freya be the only ones making a appearance, or will other FF characters be showing up as well?
 

whitewhiskey

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#48
demonic_jounin said:
Just to get it off my mind, will Beatrix and Freya be the only ones making a appearance, or will other FF characters be showing up as well?
Just them with mentions of others.
 

whitewhiskey

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#50
To each their own, I thought she was awesome, and her dragon skills could kick serious ass, my only problem was that her MP didn't always allow for use of said skills. But her trance was great too.
 
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