Chapter 113 - Crossover Fanfiction 15 - Son of Transformation (1/2)

Plot: An impossible child, born of Human and Denizen, trained by Heaven's Flame, pulled into the world of Greek Myths in time to save a man hating Goddess. How will Harry Potter, son of Transformation affect the future of the world? Answer to Whitetigerwolfs Monstrous Challenge. Includes a cross with Shakugan no Shana

Crossover: HP x PJ

Pairing: HPxZoe

Chapter 1

”Lily, are you sure this will work?” asked James as he stood opposite his nȧkėd wife in the ritual circle.

”I'm sure James,” said Lily, ”The Ritual will work. Trust me.”

James sighed and nodded, before stepping forwards into the circle, causing it to light up. As he did, he failed to notice that his foot smudged out one of the lines of a rune.

As the Ritual began and the couple engaged in their act, the magic of the circle reached out, searching for the essence of an Immortal as it was supposed to. However, the smudged rune had altered the magic slightly so, rather than seeking out a Godly being, it sought out the closest immortal being to the couple. The being it found was one that, by most accounts, wasn't something that belonged in this world. The magic locked on and latched onto his aura, drawing on his power to power the ritual and grant the wishes of the Potters. As the energy entered the circle, the white light changed to a mix of muddy violet and a pale blue, not that either Potter noticed as they were completely lost in one another.

A few weeks later, Lily came bursting into the dining room early in the morning, leaping onto her husband's ŀȧp, knocking him and his chair to the floor and kissing him hard.

”James, it worked!” she said as she pulled back, ”The ritual worked! I'm pregnant!”

”No, please I beg you, not Harry, take me instead!” pleaded Lily as the pale snake like form of Voldemort approached her child's crib. The self styled Dark Lord didn't even pause, just flicked his wand and unleashing the green light that snuffed out lives with a touch, sending the woman crumpling to the ground, before turning his wand on the child in the crib.

Little Harry stood in his crib, holding onto the bars and looking up at the Dark Lord through wide, innocent eyes. Those eyes were strange, stranger than any Voldemort had ever seen. They were comprised of two rings around the pupil, the inner ring being the same emerald green as his mother while the outer ring was an unusual shade of purple. The two rings were separated by a thin band of pale blue. The contrasting colours gave the young boy an extremely eerie look, especially as his eyes practically glowed.

The twisted man raised his wand, the tip glowing green, pointing it directly between the child's multi colored eyes.

”And so ends the one who would defeat me,” whispered Voldemort, ”Avada Kedavra.”