Another Metroid-inspired Oneshot
In Which Things Work Differently
Fate had a rather... finicky touch...
Harry Potter, who wasn't the REAL Harry Potter, found out from a meddling old goat of an old man who ran a magic school in Scotland, discovered he was a fake; A magically-constructed Golem that was made of flesh and blood. Somehow, he was "born" through magic; given a soul of his own and everything that humans believed. But he wasn't human... he wasn't even Harry Potter... he was nothing more than a fake... something that shouldn't exist...
And the more Harry believed it, the more he felt that he should do them a favor... Dumbledore, the Potters who don't even talk to him, his former godfathers...
"Avada Kedavra," he would whisper to himself, as the sickly green curse impacted his chest. Other than the faint screech of the Horcrux within him dying, the curse ate away at the magic that kept Golem Harry alive... and he wouldn't be found until the day of the First Task, nothing more than rotting flesh and blood in a dark forgotten corridor of Hogwarts.
But, as said earlier; Fate had a finicky touch...
But so did whatever angel felt pain for the abused soul that was created by wizard kind.
So, Golem Harry died. The death also had pissed off many wizards and witches who desires to "see how he tick", especially the men and women in the Department of Mysteries. The only people who felt pain by Golem Harry's death was the real Harry, his sister, Hermione, Neville, Luna oddly enough, and to an extent, Sirius and Remus. The year 1997 was the year Voldemort was finally slain, and the Wizarding World of Europe could once again flourish without evil threatening the peace (after they had to have their asses saved by the American, Canadian, French, Australian, and Asian Wizarding World; yes, Voldemort's reign of evil and benevolent power was THAT corruptive). But, it was on this year, on March 4th that the soul of the false Harry was reborn. This time, Harry's soul was given a better chance at life for a newborn that was thought to be dead...
The year was August 31st, 2010. Harry Jamison Stenson, age fourteen, was traveling to London. His mother recently reestablished contact with distant relatives to the family. Of course, Harry didn't understand much about it. How his mother's cousin would vanish for so long, and then suddenly appear again, as if by magic. It was weird. However so, Harry and his one year younger sister, Alicia Stenson (who was along for the trip), were in London after one long plane ride from the airport in Kansas to the one in London. His sister was reading a manga called Hatsune Mix; a Vocaloid manga illustrated by KEI. As for Harry, he was reading some Barry Pottum book he got from his grandmother on his birthday written by an author who went by a three lettered initial. That of course was out of boredom as his PSP had dead batteries (he was playing Project Diva).
But, eventually, after a long flight that was passed by listening to random Vocaloid, Japanese, and English songs from the laptop using their headphones (hooked to a cable splitter), the plane finally touched down and the two siblings were able to leave the plane and hopefully retrieve their bags from the luggage claim. As they exit into the airport, Harry was holding his sister's hand so they wouldn't end up separated. They were wheeling their suitcases behind them.
"See anybody, sis?"
"Nope," she replied.
They looked around, until they saw a glimpse of red hair. A woman with red hair was waiting along with a young man with semi tamable locks of black hair. Both of them shared vivid green eyes.
"I see them sis," he said, pulling Alicia along with him.
Harry Potter was standing next to his mother when he looked back to the hallway leading from the departure area, and then everything seemed to stop around him. Walking towards him was a near identical clone of him minus the glasses. The young teen had green like his, his hair was charcoal black like his. Except the minor difference was that this clone of him had a splotch of white on the top of his head, as if he had a cracked eggshell on him.
It couldn't be... he looks like...
Harry didn't dare finish that thought. Ever since Golem Harry committed suicide (like any other human being faced with touch choices) things were rough. He still couldn't believe his parents didn't feel much sympathy for the death of his fake self, but it changed soon especially when he guilt-tripped his parents and godparents. It was more along the lines of what if he was the fake golem and they had given their love and support to a fake while the real him was in fact suffering from the Wizarding World's prejudice ways.
Needless-to-say, they thought differently, especially since the last probes of what remained of Golem Harry before the stuff began to break down further into what was used to construct it vanished. The last memory was of Golem Harry wishing Harry all the luck he needed to kill the man that made BOTH of them miserable, and that he was sorry he didn't stick around to prove them all wrong before committing suicide with the Killing Curse.
"Hi."
Harry was taken away from those dark thoughts as he gazed at his younger self.
"They better have internet... I wanna work with my Vocaloids," Alicia said.
"Heh... we'll see sis. If not, they should have Wi-Fi Cafés around London," he told his sister, who simply nodded.
"Don't forget to reapply your nail polish," she pointed out.
"Yeah, yeah," he said with a grin to match his sister's.
Did this Harry know? Was he reincarnated or something?
"How was the flight?" Lily asked her cousin and niece.
"Boring but we kept entertained listening to music," Harry told his aunt.
Harry Potter wouldn't know... and maybe would never know... if his younger clone knew what he knew...
"I want to see if they have any Vocaloid music albums in stores around London. Can we big brother?"
"Yeah, yeah... but for now, we have to go to Aunt Lily's place."
What he did want to know is what a Vocaloid was...
Bolt 4 Life
A near silent gunshot sounded off. Of course, as the weapon in question was muffled by a silencer attached to the barrel, no one would actually have heard the gunshot. With blood pooling from his chest was an overweight young teen with dirty blond hair. Of course, the young obese teen was alive due to the fat somehow.
"Silence the shit," said one of the gangsters.
Again, the one with the gun pulls the trigger, shooting the fat kid back to the dirty wet alley. He then silenced the wailing fatass with a bullet to the back of the head.
"Okay, we silenced the fataersed prick. Let's get the fuck out of here before the bobbies show up."
Clad in black ponchos, they quickly fled the area, leaving the obese teen to the local animal life that prowls the dirty allies of London.
=0=0=
"... Sixteen year old Dudley Dursley, found dead with three gunshot wounds to the chest, right knee, and the back of the head. Once again, police have no leads-"
The TV was turned off, as cold green eyes flickered briefly with emotion.
"Boss! Boss! They're rushing in! Those rival gangs from Whinging are coming to kill us!"
"Heh... Polkiss doesn't know when to stay the fuck out of high business, doesn't he? Oh well, his loss... get the others ready; time to show them just how freakish we can get. Incase anything goes down or the local cops get involved, move the shit to our next hideout."
"Sure Harry... what about Samantha?"
"Sammy girl can take care of herself," the teen identified as Harry, responds, "she'll be stubborn to leave even when I order her to."
Harry watched his best friend rush off to relay his orders, while he himself cocked his favorite gun.
Time to kill some assholes. And once this bullshit was taken care of, he can enjoy banging his girlfriend and getting high on drugs.
Bukujutsu
Sekai groaned. Here he was hoping to enjoy a nice day, and then some young man wearing a black robe (or was it a fancy cloak like Piccolo's?) was yelling at him about not riding invisible-charmed brooms in the middle of the day in view of muggles. So, Sekai simply bonked the idiot over the head (which had sent the person to face plant the ground) and told him to piss off before he jumped again, but this time onto the roof.
"Damn it... lost the energy signature because of that asshole," Sekai growled. Casting a glare down at the fallen wizard who was grasping his hurting head, Sekai flew off again, hoping to relocate the energy signature again. He briefly wondered if that guy knew or heard of bukujutsu, but didn't care.
Harry Potter, age 28, greatest Auror of his age, was now frantic as to what the hell happened.
Another Metroid-inspired Oneshot
Harry had been interested in video games lately. But, one thing that he found really cool was the Metroid games. Of course, being as there were only three in existence (thus far year production wise), Harry had taken to the concept of altering how he fights using magic. Especially since if Dumbledore was going to be such an asshole and believing "the Greater Good" bullshit that involves lying right to his face, keeping things hidden from him, having false friends or even being told that he'll learn when he's older. Merlin to Jesus he was sixteen years old!
Thus, Harry gotten strange looks when people started filling the Great Hall and Harry had muggle tools out, and was fiddling with some metal, a majority of it was large, cylinder-shaped, and sleek with a high gloss finish to its reflective teal metal-colored surface. Several crafted lines of yellow raced down the sides of it, and around the wrist portion were four lines which were in fact three shock buffer rings that was covered with thin Kevlar with the under skin a layer of that Basilisk hide he had some goblins come over to make a profit (a fifty/fifty profit split between them and a nifty fang crafted into his personal dagger).
Right now, he was working on the special compartment that when all is said and done, would house his wand which would be its main magical battery. He already had three phoenix feathers that he found on the Japanese Black Market (found for him by Gringotts since he and Gringotts were on a friendly basis now with the Basilisk profiting). The feathers came from an elemental phoenix; one of fire, one of ice, and one of electricity, and they were already sealed inside the metal object. The feathers themselves were also additional power adapters. He ignored what was going on, more focused on working on his special little project. Only a few muggleborns recognized somewhat what Harry was working on, however, but said nothing, simply dismissing that Harry was a fan of the game series.
The day came when Harry finally finished it. He broke all boundaries of muggle technology working in a magical-heavy area such as Hogwarts when he fired a bolt of magic from the arm cannon and shot down a dummy in the Room of Requirement. The second dummy was blown into splinters when Harry fired the cannon's magical equivalence to a Missile blast. Then he finishes his test by firing a jet of fire, then a blast of ice, and then finally a helix shot of electricity. It was perfect. The day Voldemort attacked the school, Harry single-handedly defends the school by taking out the Death Eaters, had to fight against some of the older students who shown their true colors and allegiance to Voldemort (which would be 23 from Gryffindor, 17 from Hufflepuff, 7 from Ravenclaw, and only 13 from Slytherin), and then killed Snape before he could murder Dumbledore, and took out Voldemort himself.
So... his reward was Azkaban because he willingly took lives. Instead, he took asylum in America, and Wizarding Britain fell from magical war from America, France, Russia, Asia, Australia, and Canada. Harry became a magical bounty hunter because of this radical turn... and his latest target was Albus Dumbledore because he was deemed too powerful to be left alone.