Wizard Lost

A/N A * behind a name means that place, legend or creature was created or altered by me. Please don’t tell me I have incorrect info as I have purposely changed things in an effort to be at least some what original with this. All mistakes are mine as I haven’t been able to find a beta

This is a Harry Potter/Supernatural crossover. Harry is a creature who becomes bonded with the Winchester brothers. No Wincest is planned


(Introduction)
England, Ministry of Magic.

“I am calling this meeting of the Wizenmagot to discuss Harry Potter,” A tall, aging wizard, with a long white beard said, his voice ringing out in the chamber where the wizarding council members were gathered. The wizard speaking was Albus Dumbledore. His face was grim as he faced his peers, the trademark twinkle notably lacking from his blue eyes.

“Is something wrong with the boy?” a witch known as Amelia Bones asked, concern written in her plump face.

“Harry is in stable condition and Madam Pomfrey expects him to make a full recovery. However, his health is not what I want to discuss. During recent examinations an anomaly has been found. All the top healers have been called in and they have come to a single conclusion. In the process of defeating Voldemort, Harry has absorbed his dark magic. The general belief is that within a matter of five years, we will have another dark lord on our hands; one who will make the last two look like like first years.”

The room filled with whispers at the alarming news as the witches and wizards talked about the possibilities. Dumbledore called for silence by raising a hand and waiting patiently until all eyes were again on him before continuing.

“There is no doubt that something needs to be done to avoid this and it is a decision I am not comfortable making alone. I do not wish to place Harry in prison or bind his magic since his going dark is not his choice. I have researched some possible methods that could be used to control him but all are rather extreme.”

“Are you sure of this? It just seems wrong to put the boy through this when he has already been through so much,” someone said, who Dumbledore didn’t catch.

“I am afraid it is,” he said sorrowfully, looking about him at all the worried faces. “His power levels have been steadily rising over the last two weeks and his magic is changing. It is becoming darker daily as if he were actively practicing the dark arts. That he is doing this while still in a healing sleep clearly shows that his own magic is being over powered.”

“I understand your concern but this is The Boy Who Lived we are talking about. How can you know for sure that he will follow the same path as You Know Who?” a portly wizard asked.

“It is a chance we can not take. I hate to say this after all he has gone through defeating Voldemort but the case histories provided from not only St Mungos but from St Constantine* in Italy, St Austere* in France and St Gustavo* in Germany all show a slow decline in sanity when dark magic is absorbed by a child such as Harry.”

“You stated that you had been researching methods of controlling Mr. Potter?” a young witch asked curiously. “I was wondering just what you have found. I agree that he must be controlled but I worry that the method which is used to control him will be too harsh a treatment for the one who brought down the dark lord. Mr. Potter is so young, I would hate to see him spend the rest of his life some sort of prisoner or Squib.”

A number of witches and wizards agreed; the drone of their voices filling the chamber.

“That is precisely what I hope to avoid,” Dumbledore said, pulling several scrolls from the hidden pockets in his robes. “I hate that there is a need for Harry to be controlled; he is a bright boy with a good heart and doesn’t deserve what is happening to him. However, that doesn’t change the facts, which point strongly to his becoming a dark lord against which there is no hope of winning. At the rate in which his power level is growing, in three years he will be as powerful as Merlin. In five years he will easily be the most powerful wizard to ever be born. I can not stress the danger of this enough. If he were to continue to grow as the person he is now, there would be no problem, but he won’t. He might never become evil but he will become mentally unbalanced at which point there is no predicting what he might do.”

Again alarmed whispers filled the air. The worst dark lord in wizarding history had just been defeated and one ten times worse loomed on the horizon. Once the whispering had died down again, Dumbledore spoke.

“There are several rituals that will siphon off the dark magic, but in doing so all those involved in danger of being consumed by the very darkness we seek to control. Two others allow for a person to provide a means of grounding; siphoning off the dark magic in a way that purifies it. There are a number of reasons I am disinclined to use this method of control. It requires that Harry enter into a bond of a sexual nature with a person who is powerful themselves. In light of the fact the bond is not reversible and Harry’s young age; this is not a route I wish to go.”

Opening up the last scroll, Dumbledore made copies and passed them around. There wasn’t enough to go around so many shared with one or more neighbors.

“As you can see the Proprius'verto ritual is the best choice of the options I have found. It is complicated and requires the participation of many as well as permanently changing Harry’s genetic code but it not only allows him to keep his mind and magic but also grants him freedom he would not otherwise have.”

“By changing his genetic code, do you mean to remove his humanity and turn the poor dear into a creature of some sort?” an outraged older witch interjected, clearly not happy with the idea.

“Yes and no,” Dumbledore said, the corners of his mouth turning down briefly, annoyed at the continued interruptions. It was bad enough that he felt the need to even approach the subject without his train of thought being derailed at every turn.

“Please, no more questions until I have finished speaking. I would rather not be here discussing what to do with a child I love as a grandson; the questions aren’t making it easier to bear. If you will just be patient and wait until I have finished speaking, I will answer any questions you have then,” he said a touch sterner than he meant.

Chastised, the council members shifted in embarrassment, some clearing their throats to hide it; others were blushing and avoiding meeting his eyes. More than half of those present had gone to Hogwarts during his time there as headmaster.

“Who Harry is as a person will not change. Yes, he may look a bit different but in essence who he is will not be altered. I have studied this ritual intensively and consulted with three wizards’ renown for their expertise in the field of ritualistic magic who concur that it will be as if Harry came into a creature inheritance. As you all know wizarding kind has its base in magical creatures, however, the Potter lineage has not seen an introduction of creature blood in over a hundred years. There is no way of knowing which creatures the family stems from as the creature blood is nearly extinct. Because of that, new blood must be introduced. It is because of this I can not make this decision alone. Laws are in place that will affect him no matter what mix of creatures is decided on. The list of creatures at the bottom of the sheet I gave you, are all creatures known to either purify dark magic or are creatures unaffected by it.”

Pausing to let the list to be looked over, Dumbledore continued with his explanation when the majority was the attention was back on him.

“Now, this is a list of creatures known to purify or diffuse dark magics. Here is the reason you have been called. I need at least three creatures of this type; all of which are very powerful in their own right. Harry doesn’t need to be more powerful so three lesser creatures are needed to balance out the magic levels closer to Harry’s own. Unfortunately the few that can be used to do this are listed as being dangerous by the Ministry. The ones I have chosen are not by nature a threat but they do have the potential to be dangerous. I need you to take a few days to look over the lists of creatures and give me your thoughts on which you think are best suited to our problem. The potion needed to bond the creatures with Harry takes two weeks to brew, and I need to have heard from you before then.”

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Hogwarts, three weeks later.

“Are you sure about this, Albus?” An overwrought witch by the name of Minerva McGonagall questioned as she hurried alongside the headmaster as they hurried to the infirmary. She felt a sense of déjà vu as she remembered a similar scene from years before.

“As much as I can be sure of anything at the moment,” answered Dumbledore grimly as he entered the infirmary. A middle aged witch with a crisp white apron looked up from where she tended to the small form of a black haired boy. He had been her patient for nearly two months and during that time she had grown quite fond of him.

“It has been decided then?” she asked, lean fingers moving to brush stray strands of soft inky hair from the boy’s pale brow as her eyes worriedly searched the headmaster’s lined face.

Before Dumbledore could answer, a tall, dark man swept into the room with a flurry of billowing black robes. “The minister is a fool!” he said in harsh tones, stopping to peer down his nose at the boy that lay in a magical sleep. Once he had hated the child with a passion, believing him to be almost the reincarnation of his even more hated father. Too late had he learned the boy was far more like his mother, who he had loved.

“Potter might be many things but dangerous he is not. One would think that after saving us from a dark lord bent on destroying the world, the boy would be allowed at least a measure of peace.”

“Cornelius Fudge always has been and always will be a self-serving, conniving and manipulative man. How he was ever voted into office is a puzzle I have yet to solve,” Minerva sniffed; her thoughts on the aforementioned man clearly written in the frown she wore.

“Will someone please tell me what is going on?” Madam Pomfrey said, as noting the time, she began coaxing the next round of potions down her sleeping patient’s throat.

“I assume by your presence that you foresaw the need and have the required potions?” Dumbledore asked his Potions master, Severus Snape. At the curt nod the man gave, he answered the nurse’s question.

“Somehow someone managed to sabotage the ritual used to control the dark magic Harry absorbed. It wasn’t discovered until it was too late to halt the magic that the potion created to introduce Veela and Unicorn DNA had been altered. As a result instead of Harry merely gaining just a few of the traits from these creatures, he will turn into a lesser demon.”

“Why would someone do something like that?” the nurse asked, looking down at Harry. He looked so young lying there, so innocent. She had never been able to understand how anyone could think him dangerous; he had too much a giving nature to ever willfully harm someone.

“That would depend on who it was that meant to see him dead,” Severus answered, quite miffed that someone had managed to get through his wards to alter the potion. He was even more displeased over the fact he hadn’t caught the alternation to his potion. As a Potions master, he felt he should have known something had changed in his creation and it irked him endlessly that he hadn’t.

“What do you mean someone wanted him dead?” Minerva inquired. She knew quite a bit about potions and magical rituals but failed to see what any of this had to do with someone wanting the boy dead.

“As you are aware, demons are truly dark creatures. By law any found to be in existence on this plane of existence are to be exterminated immediately. Someone not only wanted Harry to die but they wanted his death to be painful and humiliating. He hasn’t become a demon yet but in a matter of days the transition will take place. Fudge has learned of this and ordered that Harry be turned over to the ministry for extermination,” Dumbledore said, the twinkle returning to his blue eyes as a pleased smile began curving his thin lips upward.

“Of course I can’t allow this. Harry deserves not only to live but to live happily. With Severus’ help, I have devised a method which will allow this to happen. Nothing can be done to prevent Harry from becoming a demon but…” he said, pausing dramatically.

“If you don’t tell us what plan you have concocted you old fool, I shall be forced to remind you why it isn’t wise to raise the ire of a Scottish born witch!” Minerva warned, narrowing her eyes at the, at least to her thinking, altogether too pleased with himself headmaster.

“The change can’t be stopped but it can be altered further; guided along a similar but entirely different path,” Severus said impatiently, ignoring the hurt look he was given by Dumbledore. Normally he was only mildly irritated by his mentor’s love of theatrics but at the moment he had a potion that wouldn’t keep for much longer.

Sending another hurt look at Severus for stealing his thunder, Dumbledore took over explaining. “It is our plan to turn Harry into a Wildkin*; a creature with close ties to not only demons and humans but to the fey as well.”

“You mean to turn this child into an imp?” Pomfrey exploded in outrage, looking at the headmaster as if he had just ordered her to behead her patient.

Seeing his Deputy Headmistress reach for her wand, he realized his teasing wasn’t appreciated and held up his hands. “Put your wand away, Minerva. You are both thinking the wrong thing!” he said hastily. Severus coughed into his hand to hide the fact he was amused. Albus’ love of a good prank was rather annoying and he loved it when one turned on him.

“He means Wildkin,” he said, smirking at the older wizard who was eying the angry animagus warily. He thought it only deserving if Minerva were to transform into a cat and lay waste to the robe the headmaster wore.

“The difference between the two are vast although there are a few similarities such as appearance but while imps are truly lesser demons, Hvarni'nossë or Wildkin as the elvish people call them, are not malevolent. While they can be dangerous if unduly provoked, they do no seek to hurt others intentionally as do imps.”

“I really don’t see how turning Harry into something so obviously not entirely human is going to help. If he looks similar to an imp, that is what others are going to think the second they see him!” Minerva protested. She gave Dumbledore a hard glare, needing no words to convey she was against the idea and thought him quite mad.

“Your lack of faith wounds me, Minerva dear. Surely you know that I would never intentionally place Harry in a situation where I knew for a fact he would be harmed. Honestly, in this case, I have no choice in the matter. It is either turn him into something where he can survive if not live happily or watch him be killed. Frankly I can’t bring myself to let Cornelius get his hands on Harry. I chose to make him a Wildkin because not only are they clever enough to survive anything life might throw at them but by their vary nature it is the best I can do on such short notice to ensure our boy has a change at happiness.”

“I still don’t understand how making him look like something killed at first sight will save him,” Minerva said, her eyes softening as she nodded her understanding of the headmaster’s reasoning.

“Wildkin might not be human but they are closely related to elves. They possess a magic that can’t be traced by the Ministry and their glamours can not be dispelled. I mean to obliviate Harry of all his knowledge of the wizarding world or at least the one here. I have made arrangements for him to be sent to a colleague of mine in America. Once there, new memories will be given to him. He will be taught to use his magic which will differ from what it was and provide the skills he needs to live as an American citizen.”

“So we are to lose him entirely?” Pomfrey asked, saddened by the thought.

“I am afraid there is no other way. The Boy Who Lived must die so that Harry Potter may live.”

Severus moved to take a sample of Harry’s blood and then administered the potion that would change him forever. He would never admit it but the thought of never seeing the boy’s green eyes looking up at him bothered him quite a bit.

*I am sorry, Harry.* he thought as he held the vial to the sleeping teen’s lips, coaxing him to swallow with gentle strokes of his fingers over Harry’s throat. Stepping back, he kept his eyes on teen’s face. “The change should be complete within the hour; by that time I will be back with the cloned body.” He turned and went out the door, his robes seemingly subdued as the man himself, for they didn’t so much as flap behind much less billow as they normally did.

“Cloned body?” Madam Pomfrey asked, watching in awed astonishment as Harry began changing before her eyes. It was slow but still quick enough that she could see it happening.

“Harry can’t just disappear; he has to die which means a body is needed. Severus truly is a potion genius. During his time as a spy he created a way to clone a body so identical to the original that they can’t be told apart. It was created in case he should need a way out without worry of being hunted. Fudge will be showed the body as proof of Harry’s demise, otherwise he will be hunted not only by the Ministry, but by whomever wanted him dead to begin with.”

Later that day, the world mourned the loss of The Boy Who lived. At a hastily organized memorial service, many tears were shed; among those grieving were Minerva McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey who were unaware that they had been obliviated.