This is a snippet from an HP plot that I recently unearthed from the depths of my fanfiction writing folder. XD It's kinda scary in there sometimes.
So, it's been tentativly titled "Fireplace Sneezes" and it's an epic HP crossed with HP crossed with HP fic. XD I'm not even kidding. I have no idea what I was thinking when I planned this out, but I still love the idea.
So basically:
We have Harry James Potter #1. In his timeline, he follows canon pretty closely until his 6th year. Dumbledore accuses him of murder and assualt towards the various Hogwarts students and he is sent to Azkaban.
Fate doesn't like this. So when Harry is killed by Death Eaters storming Azkaban, he is offered a chance at a new life. A redo. He takes it.
So now HJP#1 is in a new dimension at age 12. He's kinda pissed at this point. He goes through Hogwarts and rescues Sirius. The two then begin a very illegal liasion together and are quite happy about it. HJP#1 also continues on to kill both Dumbledore AND Voldemort in this dimenision. He then accepts Lucius Malfoy as his consort. With Lucius's help, HJP#1 manages to completely overthrow the Ministry of Magic and replace everyone in it. All three then take a break and move to France. Of course, shit happens and Lucius and Sirius die in France. (sadness ;-;)
Then we have Harry James Potter #2. He lived what is considered the complete canon verse storyline. Except, he DOES die from the Avada Kedavra in the 7th book.
Fate at this point, is very upset that nothing is working out like she/he/it wants. So, she/he/it prepares again. HJP#2 is grabbed from the clutches of Death and flung backwards in time to the Maurder's Era in another alternate dimension.
And this time, to make sure something goes correct, Fate also grabs onto HJP#1. HJP#1 has nothing to lose since his lovers are dead now. So, he agrees to go along on the ride and protect his younger/alternate self. That makes this HJP#1's 3rd dimension.
And thus, we have HP crossed with HP crossed with HP. X3
In the story, HJP#1 is called Evan James Black, and HJP#2 is considered his brother and is called Harry Aryn Black, age 7.
-----UNEDITED SNIPPET-----
‘Shit. I’m surrounded.’ Sirius watched the dark shapes of the demetors circle around him as he struggled to stay upright. Their cold onslaught was slowly weakening him and soon he wouldn’t be able to stay conscious.
“Expecto Patronum!” called a voice from behind him.
Sirius looked up and saw a large silver snake wind it’s way through the trees and attack the demetors, driving them back. Each time one tried to come forward and get to Sirius, the snake would curl protectively around him and drive it back. After just a few moments more of the snake’s presence, the hoard of demetors left.
“That should have taken care of them for a while. I hate demetors.” the voice said as it stepped into the clearing. It appeared to be a boy of seven or so.
“Who are you?” Sirius asked the kid. He couldn’t believe a seven year old child could cast a Patronus that strong.
“My name is Harry. I live over there.” He made a motion to the woods behind him. “And you are Sirius Black are you not?”
Sirius was dumb stuck. “WHAT ARE YOU!?!” He pointed his wand at Harry and prepared to cast a very powerful hex.
Harry cocked his head and Sirius saw a glimmer of metal in his hair. “An ally.” His green eyes studied Sirius and the older teen was about to hex him and deal with the consequences later. “Come.”
The word startled Sirius and he almost hexed the boy out of surprise.
“You can come and meet onii-san. Then you can floo back to London and your friends. The forest doesn’t like visitors all that much.”
“How do I know I can trust you?” Sirius asked. “No child can conjure a Patronus. It’s too advanced.”
The dark haired boy just started at him before turning around and walking away. “I am not a child, that is true. It is also true that the forest does not like visitors, so if I were you, I would follow me.”
Sirius looked after the strange child before lowering his wand with a sigh and chasing after him. ‘I am going to end up hexing myself for this later. I can just tell.’ He said to himself as he struggled to keep up with Harry.
“We’re here.” Harry said as he stopped on front of intricately wrought wicker gate.
“Isn’t it a bad idea to have such a weak gate?” Sirius said before he could stop him self.
Harry smiled and motioned to the wicker gate. “This? Give it your best shot.” He smirked.
‘Okay, the kid is going down.’ Sirius walked forward and tried to grab the bars and bend them, but instead of breaking like he thought they would, the bars started to burn his hands the longer he held on. He swore when his skin got so hot he had to let go. “Gate, get ready to go down.” he whispered under his breath as he lifted his leg and kicked the gate as hard as he could.
Sirius was still cursing and hopping around with his leg in the air when he heard laughter. He looked over and saw Harry covering his mouth with his hand. “Fine.” Sirius pulled his wand and whispered the slashing curse and waited to see the gate crumble. Only it didn’t, his spell came back at him even faster than he had sent it. “Oh shi-”
“Protego!”
Sirius was hurled to the ground as he saw Harry stand in front of him and take the brunt of the attack. “Sorry about that, the gate thought you got a bit full of yourself.” He extended his hand and Sirius took it gingerly and hauled himself up, trying not to wince. “Let me see.” He pulled Sirius’s hand forward before the man could object and looked at his palm. Some of the skin was peeling and most of it was an angry red color.
Harry frowned. “We have an herb inside which will help with that.” He ripped a part of his cloak and wrapped Sirius’s hand neatly before turning back to the gate.
“Artemis, may we pass please?”
Sirius was about to ask why he was talking to a gate, when the doors swung open of their own accord.
“Do you see the weavings?” Harry said as he paused inside the gate. Sirius nodded as he noticed patterns woven in the wicker he had not noticed before. “They are Celtic symbols. They are what give the gate it’s powers and personality.
“Ah.” Sirius just nodded as he looked at the gates again. ‘They symbols would be awesome for some pranks. I wonder if the kid has a book of them inside?’ Sirius followed the kid up a stone to a medium sized cottage of sorts.
“Onii-san!!” Harry yelled out as he ran the last few steps and entered a stone archway. “Onii-san! We have a visitor!”
Sirius walked slowly up to the archway and peered inside. Seeing nothing he started to step forward. Just before he put his foot down though, he ran his eyes over the side of the archway. Seeing none of the woven symbols, he finished his step and walked inside.
“Expecto Patronum!” called a voice from behind him.
Sirius looked up and saw a large silver snake wind it’s way through the trees and attack the demetors, driving them back. Each time one tried to come forward and get to Sirius, the snake would curl protectively around him and drive it back. After just a few moments more of the snake’s presence, the hoard of demetors left.
“That should have taken care of them for a while. I hate demetors.” the voice said as it stepped into the clearing. It appeared to be a boy of seven or so.
“Who are you?” Sirius asked the kid. He couldn’t believe a seven year old child could cast a Patronus that strong.
“My name is Harry. I live over there.” He made a motion to the woods behind him. “And you are Sirius Black are you not?”
Sirius was dumb stuck. “WHAT ARE YOU!?!” He pointed his wand at Harry and prepared to cast a very powerful hex.
Harry cocked his head and Sirius saw a glimmer of metal in his hair. “An ally.” His green eyes studied Sirius and the older teen was about to hex him and deal with the consequences later. “Come.”
The word startled Sirius and he almost hexed the boy out of surprise.
“You can come and meet onii-san. Then you can floo back to London and your friends. The forest doesn’t like visitors all that much.”
“How do I know I can trust you?” Sirius asked. “No child can conjure a Patronus. It’s too advanced.”
The dark haired boy just started at him before turning around and walking away. “I am not a child, that is true. It is also true that the forest does not like visitors, so if I were you, I would follow me.”
Sirius looked after the strange child before lowering his wand with a sigh and chasing after him. ‘I am going to end up hexing myself for this later. I can just tell.’ He said to himself as he struggled to keep up with Harry.
“We’re here.” Harry said as he stopped on front of intricately wrought wicker gate.
“Isn’t it a bad idea to have such a weak gate?” Sirius said before he could stop him self.
Harry smiled and motioned to the wicker gate. “This? Give it your best shot.” He smirked.
‘Okay, the kid is going down.’ Sirius walked forward and tried to grab the bars and bend them, but instead of breaking like he thought they would, the bars started to burn his hands the longer he held on. He swore when his skin got so hot he had to let go. “Gate, get ready to go down.” he whispered under his breath as he lifted his leg and kicked the gate as hard as he could.
Sirius was still cursing and hopping around with his leg in the air when he heard laughter. He looked over and saw Harry covering his mouth with his hand. “Fine.” Sirius pulled his wand and whispered the slashing curse and waited to see the gate crumble. Only it didn’t, his spell came back at him even faster than he had sent it. “Oh shi-”
“Protego!”
Sirius was hurled to the ground as he saw Harry stand in front of him and take the brunt of the attack. “Sorry about that, the gate thought you got a bit full of yourself.” He extended his hand and Sirius took it gingerly and hauled himself up, trying not to wince. “Let me see.” He pulled Sirius’s hand forward before the man could object and looked at his palm. Some of the skin was peeling and most of it was an angry red color.
Harry frowned. “We have an herb inside which will help with that.” He ripped a part of his cloak and wrapped Sirius’s hand neatly before turning back to the gate.
“Artemis, may we pass please?”
Sirius was about to ask why he was talking to a gate, when the doors swung open of their own accord.
“Do you see the weavings?” Harry said as he paused inside the gate. Sirius nodded as he noticed patterns woven in the wicker he had not noticed before. “They are Celtic symbols. They are what give the gate it’s powers and personality.
“Ah.” Sirius just nodded as he looked at the gates again. ‘They symbols would be awesome for some pranks. I wonder if the kid has a book of them inside?’ Sirius followed the kid up a stone to a medium sized cottage of sorts.
“Onii-san!!” Harry yelled out as he ran the last few steps and entered a stone archway. “Onii-san! We have a visitor!”
Sirius walked slowly up to the archway and peered inside. Seeing nothing he started to step forward. Just before he put his foot down though, he ran his eyes over the side of the archway. Seeing none of the woven symbols, he finished his step and walked inside.
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In this story, Harry is also somewhat of a mini-prophet. This comes from his dying and being dragged back to life so abruptly. He is inevitably tied to the forces of Death and Time now.
Several chapters on, Harry takes the Hogwarts Express with Evan (as the teen was offered a place in Hogwarts after Sirius leaves). James meets Harry for the 1st time and they all have a laugh about how Sirius met them. Remus gains Harry's adoration. Evan stomps in upset about bloody Slytherins not letting him past into the stupid cars. Lucius pops into see the teen who had been asking for him. 'Tis great.
Several months after they reach the school, Harry is given an aging potion so his body ages to 13.
I think it will turn into a Remus/Harry and Evan/Lucius. But I may change everything around by the time I finish up some more chapters.
Overall, I really like this idea, and it's so random and swiss-cheese-like that it'll be fun to write. It'll most likely go up on my LJ and FFN accounts. Eventially....
Comments? Love/Hate?
All opinions are welcome (except for the 'ur so stoopid. y r u riting tis sh!t.' kind).
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