Title: A Warrior’s Path
Author: Keira Marcos
Fandom: Harry Potter
Genre: Gen, Alternate Universe
Rating: PG-13 for adult themes
Word Count: 918 (complete)
Warnings: Minor Character Death, No Beta
Summary: Fate calls forth a warrior from the past to protect Magic and the soul of Harry Potter.
October 31, 1981
“This will not do.”
Zir came to stand beside his wife—magic stirred around them even as she lifted the tiny soul of the infant from his body and cradled it close to her. “He’ll not survive this.”
“No,” Hekate agreed as she held the child close then her gaze went to the body of his mother. “What brought them to this, Zir?”
“Betrayal,” he said and took a deep breath. “Deception.” He touched the child his wife held. “He’s weak.”
“Fragile,” Hekate murmured. “Fate, appear before me.” She turned at the flash of golden light and saw her daughter stand before her in her true form—beautiful and terrible all at once with startling white wings fluttering on her back. “This soul lingers on the brink of destruction.”
Fate inclined her head. “He would’ve been all that needed to be if not for the interference of others.”
“Perhaps,” Hekate said. “But we cannot allow Albus Dumbledore to corrupt another child. What he’s done already marks him irredeemable. Who shall you place in this life to fulfill the prophecy?”
“There is but one,” Fate said. “How much longer can you hold time at bay?”
“Perhaps as long as another hour,” Zir murmured. “So be quick, Daughter.”
“Of course, Father.”
* * * *
She hurried in a way she had not in many thousands of years. Fate arrived when she wished under normal circumstances, and no one ever said otherwise. In the Hall of Ancient Warriors, she skidded to a stop in front of a statue. He had lived many lives before, and after his last life, he had requested a period of rest. It was time for him to wake up.
Fate touched his shoulder and the alabaster statue stirred under the weight of her magic. “Wake, Leonidas.”
His skin grew warm and vibrant under his hand. He opened his eyes. “Who is Leonidas?”
“It is the last name you were called when you lived amongst humans,” Fate said simply. “Come with me.”
Leonidas stepped down off the pedestal and walked with her—naked but unashamed. “Where do we go?”
“I have a terrible burden I must place on you—in your hands, I place the lives of my mother and father, Leonidas. Magic is slowly falling to corruption on Earth, and I need a warrior to be my hand.”
“And you’ve chosen me?” Leonidas questioned.
“As I have many times before,” Fate admitted. “You are the strongest and bravest of my warriors.”
“I am honored, My Lady,” Leonidas said.
Fate held her hand out to him. “Your path won’t be easy, but I’ll give all the help I’m allowed.”
“I remain in your service,” he murmured and took her hand.
Magic swirled around them, and they reappeared in the small nearly destroyed nursery. Leonidas dropped to one knee and released Fate’s hand. He bowed his head.
“You’ve chosen well,” Hekate said. “Return to your task, Daughter.”
Fate nodded and after a brief glance at her warrior she left.
“Stand Leonidas,” Zir ordered. “You will live again, and in this new life you will defend the Lady Magic.”
Leonidas nodded. “Of course, My Lord.” He focused on the small spirit that Hekate held. “And the boy?”
“He’s all but gone,” she admitted, and tears sprung into her eyes. “There is no saving him.”
“His destiny was great,” Leonidas said gravely.
“Yes, but he has been betrayed.”
Leonidas held out his hands, and after a moment’s hesitation, Hekate passed the spirit to him. He held the infant close to his chest. “Let us meet his destiny together, My Lady.”
“Once done—such a merger cannot be undone,” Zir said. “You will be forever changed, Leonidas.”
“So be it,” Leonidas agreed. “We shall walk all paths together—as a warrior should. And those that betrayed him shall pay in blood.”
Hekate stepped forward, and her hand settled on his. Magic spilled out around him then the child’s soul sank into his chest. Leonidas shuddered, and his eyes fluttered shut. “He witnessed the murder of his mother.”
“I’ll be at the mercy of many as an infant.”
“You will be protected,” Zir said. “Your memory of this time will fade quickly, and you’ll be a child with a child’s thoughts but remember that you are safe.”
Leonidas nodded and stepped forward. He touched the still hand of the child in the cot and disappeared in a flash of magic.
Hekate leaned down and brushed a lock of hair from the baby’s forehead. Her fingertips brushed against his wound, and it healed. “Your name is Harry Potter.”
Zir took his wife’s hand, and they slowly faded from view. He watched Sirius Black rush into the room, pause in horrified shock over the body of Lily Potter then step forward to pull his godson from the cot. He held out a hand and time around them stilled again. Leonidas frowned up at Sirius then looked around the room.
“Do your duty to your godson, Sirius Black,” Zir ordered. “Let know one take him from you. Be the man James Potter knew you could be.”
Zir released time and watched Sirius Black sink to his knees beside Lily’s body. The man started to cry in earnest as he clutched Harry Potter to his chest.
Hekate leaned down and whispered in his ear, “Go to your grandfather—seek his protection.”
Sirius shuddered, stood, and apparated with an outrageous bang.
“Is it enough?” Zir questioned.
“It’ll have to be.”