Chapter 1

Notes: This is the first time I've ever written a fanfiction. I wrote a few chapters of this years ago but never posted it, and in turn lost the files. The idea still plagued me, however, as such I decided to give it another go. Please forgive my amateur writing, any criticism is welcome as long as it's helpful. This may contain adult material later on, if you're not old enough to read such content, don't.

Warnings and tags include: 'Incest(self-cest?)', 'Elemental powers', 'Heir of Ravenclaw', 'OP MC', 'AU', 'OOC characters', 'Mature themes', 'Cliche themes', 'Amateur author', 'Dimensional travel twice over', 'Soul bond', 'Neutral MC', 'Crossover themes?', 'Non-human-ish MC', 'Different history', 'Wandless magic'.

Pairing = HJP/OC(HLP)

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything really. This is purely a work of fiction and is not intended to offend anyone.

Chapter 1: A Tempest Descends

Universe 2, 1996. Hogwarts, Scotland.

It was a dark and stormy day that descended upon the remains of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The grounds and the school itself looked as if it were a battlefield, with craters, ruined and charred towers; a forest once magical, now cinders. The magical barrier that once held strong against the powers of evil, shattered and destroyed by the greatest evil known to the Britain Isles.

Lord Voldemort. A prodigious student once, now a disfigured Dark Lord wielding powers usurped from the last Elder Dragon, Y Ddriag Goch. With numerous rituals of horrific origins, he with the aid of his loyal fanatics discovered the resting place of the Red One in the year 1995, chained it down and stole what was never his to have. The world of Magic trembled at its death, and with it, a Dark Lord wielding the power of Fire. One year later and the repercussions could be seen all across Britain. The Veil of Magic, shredded. The Ministry of Magic, destroyed. The Isle of Britain, burnt to ashes. And the Bastion of Scotland, crumbled.

It was the pinnacle that all wielders revered/reviled, known as Elemental Magic. It could not be learned, nor taught. It could only be acquired through two means: The most heinous one of slaying and absorbing an Elder Dragon through the use of Dark means. Or being born with Gift of the Fey. The Gift of the Fey was something mostly told through fairy tales, as with the exception of the House Elfs, there were none left alive. In said fairy tales, children born with The Gift were known to have pointed ears and glowing eyes. They were said to bend the Elements to their whims; to shatter mountains and cause the Earth itself to tremble. They walked with nature and it obeyed them. A few notable members of the Fey called themselves Gods, as such many mythologies origin from their race. Most notable recorded are as such: Zeus, Poseidon, and Odin. The most recent being called Myrddin Emyrs. Where he walked, nature flourished. And with the aid of his 4 prized students, a school was built. One that would last for a very long time, and was appropriately named Hogwarts.

What wasn't known, however, that there was one bloodline that contained the remaining embers of the Fey race. It would only be discovered at the birth of a child, and would be hidden immediately at the concern of his parents. Said parents, named James and Lily Potter, quickly received the aid of their mentor, Albus Dumbledore, and with the aid of Light Magic, they hid the pointed ears and glowing green eyes that surely invited trouble. Surely the disguise would work right? After all, a Fays true powers are slow to come in, and by the time the child would be grown, he would know when to hide himself and when not to. Under normal circumstances, they would be right. However, unknown to them, a prophesy that reached the ears of the Dark Lord Voldemort told of a hindrance in his plans. As such, with the aid of his servant, he made his way towards the home of the young family, and on October 31st he slayed them all. It was a tragedy, for sure; the newspapers wrote. However only a pained Albus Dumbledore knew of how bad it truly was. For not only was the Child of the Prophesy dead, but the Last of the Fey were as well.

A decade and a half later, under the struggling flames of a war that plagued Britain, the last Light Lord resorted to drastic means in order to finally defeat Voldemort. Simultaneously: the Light Lord performed a rather obscure ritual to 'summon a hero' from another world, and the Dark Lord underwent a ritual to absorb the powers of the Red One. Almost as if Fate were real, a black haired boy appeared in Hogwarts the same time Voldemort gained the powers of Fire. And for one year the entirety of Britain would tremble at their clashes.

Said boy of 16 years of age, found himself at the place his adventure began. And where it would end if he had anything to say about it. One might not think that a year was enough to make a teenager war weary, but it was clear that a very ragged Harry Potter was fed up with fighting. As said boy stalked his way closer to the castle, he casually waved a hand and amplified the encompassing storm several fold as to put out the remaining fires that still flickered brightly in the night. His pointed ears and glowing Emerald eyes stood out as he drew closer towards the remains of his favored place. Standing 5'10 and looking as if he jumped out of a Tolkien book, Harry Potter was what many ladies would call their dream boy.

Harry however, was simply sighing at what he felt was a very cliche end towards a year of absolute hell. He was someone who had been raised in relative peace, albeit standing out with his ridiculous powers. He was very much so not prepared to be stolen away from his dimension and taken to an alternate one, let alone one with a Dark Lord that had powers not unlike his own; if much more restricted due to the nature of his acquisition. Harry had been raised an orphan, his parents had likewise been killed when he was an infant. He was marked on his head the same night, with a bolt of lightning at stood out even with his Fay heritage. Voldemort, however was killed. He was given to his Godfather Sirius, and was raised well. He was mentored under Albus Dumbledore and was prodigious in any magic field he dabbled in. He attended Hogwarts and flourished in Ravenclaw until his 5th year. Of course he had to deal with that silly nickname and ogling fans for his entire life, but all in all he lived happily and peacefully until he was whisked away. When he came to, he found himself in the same castle, only it was filled to the brim with families and familiar people. A much more weary Light Lord smiled sadly and explained what had happened, and why. He spoke of Horcruxes and a Prophesy orb that never grew dim, even after the presumed child died. And Harry felt dread creep upon him when there was no answer to his question of returning home.

One year later and Harry finds himself in front of the remnants of Hogwarts entrance. After a wave of an oddly shaped wand he held firmly, he opens the surprisingly intact doors, steps forward and faces his destiny.

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Universe 2, 1996. Hogwarts Ruins, Scotland.

Many hours later Harry grimaces as he stares at the ashes of Voldemort, and winces as he stumbles slightly; a beam of light piercing through the slowly dispersing clouds and shining upon him, as if in approval. The castle was destroyed completely now, and the craters in place previously were mere holes compared to the scene that appeared in place of what was once a beautiful picture. If any human looked upon what remained of the land, they would think that two Gods had battled; considering the trembles and roars that made the Earth shake in fright, perhaps they did.

"16 years old, and I have already fought in a bloody war. How ridiculous." Harry mumbles aloud, wavering for a few seconds before lightly falling on his back. If one were to look over his body, they would be quick to notice heavy burns along his arms and legs; one would also note that despite being clearly exhausted, he had a slightly complicated smile on his face. On one hand, he just killed the greatest evil that committed countless atrocities; said battle not only being exhilarating but devastating. On the other hand, as far as he was currently aware; there were no more magic folk that could call Britain, let alone the ruins of Hogwarts home.

Most of the mundane-born were quick to flee the country when it was clear that Voldemort was here to stay. The pure-bloods that didn't side with Voldemort, in his mind only deserved death. And considering his motif of pure-blood supremacy, the less said about the half-bloods the better; considering he was the last one. He grimaces and his smile slowly fades away as he thinks back to all the familiar faces that died around him. They weren't his people, he knew. The Sirius Black that he saw burn in Fiendfyre wasn't his Godfather, his was likely still mourning his disappearance from a year ago. But that's not to say it didn't sting when he saw what was left of his body; that's to say nothing at all. The Albus Dumbledore that had seemingly aged another century in the flash of a light wasn't his favored mentor that twinkled happily when teaching him magic. But that didn't stop the fury he felt when he was killed, by Severus Snape of all people. He had found out that it was what the old man intended afterwards, but that certainly didn't make him mourn when Snape was accidentally struck by lightning.

Harry sighs as he closes his eyes and rests his head on the uncomfortable ground, and speaks aloud once more.

"Really now; at my age I should be worrying about who's knickers I should be getting into, not about what the bloody hell I'm going to do now that I'm alone in a world not my own. Considering the Veil is torn down, and the ICW is scrambling to control the chaos somewhat; I could go assist them I suppose?"

'I wonder if any of the Bastions in the other countries hold any knowledge of dimensional-travel. I know that it's not exactly popular considering it's considered Dark Magic, but surely someone has something?' Harry muses to himself as he ponders his situation.

Dumbledore firmly stated that unless one has an intricate connection with an alternate dimension, it would be impossible to pinpoint any particular world and safely travel to said world. The only reason the old man was able to drag him here was because it was foretold before he was born, and the strings of Fate demanded that a prophesy be fulfilled. And technically speaking, he holds no such intricate ties towards his home dimension; unless you count his love towards the remains of his family, and his heir rings that denoted his status as Heir of House Ravenclaw, and Heir of House Potter. Speaking of said rings, apparently when he came into this dimension they merged with the originals that were already here. It was a curious thing that Goblin Magic worked the same in both dimensions. Then again, as many things were similar in this world, just as many were different.

'Well, either way I think I'll stay here for a while… I am quite tired.' He thinks, casually flicking the wand that rested in his hand and casting a silent Homenum Revelio; nodding when the results were nil. As Harry Potter adjusts himself, lying there on the ground of a battlefield; he doesn't quite know that his story had yet again entered into another chapter. One that would test not his fighting capabilities, but would instead give him something he had always wanted. A family and a home. And perhaps, something more.

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Universe 2, 1996. Hogwarts Ruins, Scotland.

Hours later would find the boy sleeping quite comfortably for someone who had just clashed against the Dark Lord of the century, and as the sunlight bathed his body alongside the ruins of the once-great school; in the distance a trilling could be heard as a Phoenix began to make its way across the horizon. An omen, or perhaps a congratulations to the remnant of the Fey. Either way said boy groans slightly as he squints his eyes slightly open, mumbling.

"Fawkes? Is that you?"

His eyes snap open as he catches a glimpse of the legendary bird, and he groans slightly as he notices it's not at all the faithful companion of the last Light Lord. Instead it's a quite bit larger, and oddly colored. Where as Fawkes was vibrantly red, and his songs spoke of peace and happiness into whomsoever hears them; the phoenix that was circling him in the air sung songs that spoke of solemn congratulations, and at the same time it sounded like a warning. He had met the phoenix before, of course. It was what was known as a Royal Phoenix, thrice as large as normal ones; colored as if where they fly, rainbows form. They were nearly extinct, and just like the Red Dragon killed a year ago, he was almost positive that this was the last of his kind.

"Oh I didn't expect to see you again." Harry sighs aloud while stumbling upwards, the Elder Wand in his hand being waved slightly up and down his arms and legs. He wasn't the best healer, but now that he had rested some he could at the very least lighten some of the burns that plagued his body. Curiously enough, his slightly singed hair wasn't burnt completely off. He himself wasn't sure how it survived Voldemort's fires, but he wasn't going to question it. His glowing eyes turn away from his body towards the Royal One, and after glaring for a few seconds he questions the bird.

"Well. You're here again, can you take me home?"

Said bird trills softly while flying around him, and he quickly gets the translation that, no the Phoenix wasn't capable of such a thing. The last time he had met the Phoenix was of course, in his home dimension minutes before he was stolen away to this world. He wasn't quite sure if it was the same one, but considering its looks and the recognition that the trills sounded aloud, he would assume that it was. As the Royal One settles down on a nearby rock, Harry staggers slightly and makes his way closer towards it. As he draws closer he looks into its eyes, and the look that the bird gives him is so clearly similar to the same one he was given last year he stops in his steps. He stares slightly harder and the Phoenix sings aloud one last time, and he gets the impression that he's really not going to like what is about to happen.

"Oh bloody hell, you have to be joking right?" He exclaims in disbelief as the message is directly sent into his head, and as the bird bursts into a beautiful ball of rainbow flames, he knows somewhere inside that the Royal One was completely serious.

He curses once more as he reaches into his pocket space, a spell that his mentor and he had created together a little over 2 years ago. It was basically an inventory system from games, only he took the idea and made it viable to those willing to put in the effort to learn said spell. He pulls out a change of clothes that weren't cinders, and quickly garbs himself ignoring his nudity. He's mindful to be careful around the few burns he wasn't able to heal completely, and as he clasps a cloak for the finishing touch he thinks to what message he just received.

'Well done Last of the Fey. Your journey is almost over. You will never return to your home, and for that I am sorry. However, soon you will receive a new home. Many questions you have had will be answered, and you will obtain peace. Know this Child of the Prophesy, your battle is over. You have fulfilled your part that Fate ordained, however Destiny will have its due. All I ask is that you don't refuse the gift that you will be given, and you will have all that you ever wanted. Oh, and like I told you previously. Prepare yourself, the journey can be a bit… disorientating.'

"Prepare yourself, the journey can be disorientating." He mumbles, rolling his eyes and making his way towards the rock that the Phoenix had sat on, settling himself into a meditative position and idly noting that said rock was actually a piece of one of Hogwarts towers. He groans slightly in confirmation as he notices a dim light beginning to form underneath his body, very slowly getting brighter. He also notices that he's beginning to feel the same exact feeling that he felt last year, only this time instead of urgency and sadness being entwined into the magic; the feelings that he felt were instead those of inevitability and hope.

"Really now, another world? How absurd. I do, however feel guilty towards this one, and the other countries that will have to clean up this mess." He sighs and closes his eyes, remembering exactly how many people had died in the past year alone. He was glad he put the monster known as Voldemort down, but he really hoped he wouldn't have to fight him again in his next and last one. "He said some of my questions would be answered, I wonder if he was talking about my preferences, or lack-thereof?"

Something that Harry had never mentioned towards anyone except his Godfather and his old mentor was that he had never felt an ounce of attraction towards anyone. No girls inflamed his passions, and no boys either(thankfully). Considering he actively was repulsed at the idea of being intimate with anyone he'd ever known, his Godfather had no idea what was wrong nor did Dumbledore. He was beginning to think that he was simply asexual, which he supposed wouldn't be terrible. Just depressing considering he was literally the Last of the Fey. If that were the case then they would die with him.

He sighs once more and opens his eyes, the previously dim light now nearly blinding and the sounds of millions of voices echoing in his ears. This ritual, the one used by Dumbledore previously and was now being used again; was called Destiny's Descent, or Fates Fellowship. An oddly cheerful name for being a dark ritual, but then again every magic that dabbled in dimensional travel was classified as dark simply because of the untold amount of dangers presented. The only slightly successful project on dimensional travel created the Veil of Death. 7 copies of said Veil were created, and placed at 7 points in the world. They were portals to alternate dimensions, however considering they are one way portals; the project was classified as a failure and buried. And in all honesty, most that go through them do likely die, considering how many truly have solid anchors to other worlds; that is to say barely none. Destiny's Descent worked by reaching out into the multiverse and, with the help of the 'ties that bind', pulls they who are destined for another world into said world. It's always a risky gamble, for you can never know whom the recipient is and how they will react towards losing their previous life.

'That being said… Being unfortunate enough to be pulled from dimensions twice over, should I be concerned?' Harry's last thoughts echo in his mind as he begins to pass out. And as the Light of Destiny pulls the Last of the Fey into the void; the battle that happened between the Prophesy Child and the Dark Lord would be recorded as the end of an era, and the beginning of a new one. As magic had been abruptly revealed into the world, and the ashes of Britain would show exactly how dangerous it could be. But that's a story for another time…

Notes: There. That's just the premise I suppose, to see if this interests even one person~ I'll cross-post this on Fanfic/net and Webnovel. Maybe Wattpad as well. Again, I don't exactly have this planned out considering I'm an amateur writer in all regards haha~ As for an update schedule, if I continue with this maybe 1 chapter a week if I can pull it off? Please review/comment and whatnot blah blah, and if you don't like it don't read~ I know some of the tags may put people off.