Harry Potter: Vel'ilstaer: Stormraven

Keyleth and Vax have a child. Vanishing baby trope.
Set just after Episode 44
I own none of these characters, neither do I own Harry Potter.

Harry woke with a start. He had been having these weird visions or dreams, for the lack of a better term. They were either of the past or possibly even another reality.

He snorted, dreaming of other realities was impossible. But it was hard to shake the fact that even for Wizards he was immensely strange. Despite being fourteen, Harry had found that he was rather gifted with combative magics and those revolving around the elements: wind, thunder, lightning, water and ice.

It also didn't help that Ravens seemed to flock to him. He heard the rumours, that he was born of dark wizards, he would be the next Voldemort. Harry snorted, he really doubted that. Harry merely jumped into the shower and began to prepare for his next day of utter bullshit, if he had looked in the mirror, above his heart was a bruise that would over the coming days become to resemble a raven and on his back an antlered skull with the horned tips resting on his shoulders. Even with that, to those who knew what they were looking for, Harry's ears became a little more pointed and his air began to reveal auburn streaks.

Harry skipped Herbology and History of Magic and locked himself up in the Library. Ever since he had completed his task with the Dragons, he had been studying on his own. His marks in Potions, Charms, Transfiguration, Defence Against the Dark Arts and Care of Magical Creatures increased. Harry began to practise more and more with his magic and through a couple of well-placed threats had discovered a room called the Room of Requirement.

That was where he was residing at this point in time. Right now, it resembled a library with a training room off to one side. Right now, he was pouring over a dusty old tome that was all about various theories on entities and deities. Then he found it "The Matriarch of Ravens, The Raven Queen, Lady of Fate, Winter, Death and the Transference." He read and as he read, more and more of the images he had seen in his dreams were making sense.

He closed the book, he had found what he was looking for. Now, he was looking for a book on weapons and construction. He looked and he found something, it looked like a crossbow, very similar to the one Hagrid had but instead of it having a winch, it possessed a drum and a piston that allowed it fire the arrows. It didn't look that hard to make, neither did it seem to hard to conceal his wand inside of it.

(Exandria, Sunken Tomb)

They were underneath Marrowglade Loch, in the Temple of the Raven Queen. Vax'ildan, the Groups Rogue of the intrepid band of mercenaries, adventurers and chaotic do-gooders known as Vox Machina scouted forwards. Skirting around the well, by balancing on the top of it, bypassing the three Gnomes: Scanlan Shorthalt, a Bard; Pike Trickfoot; Cleric of Sarenrae and Lady Kima of Vord, a paladin the service of Bahamut the Platinum Dragon. He then jumped off and dodged around the mountainous Goliath of Grog Strongjaw; Pike's surrogate brother and closest friend. He slid around Percival "Just Call Me Percy" Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III, an ingenious inventor and wielder of weaponry that was vastly superior to everyone else's. Past his sister's pet companion Trinket, a bear he had helped raise from a cub and up to his two-favourite people in the world; the other two half-elves in the party Vex'ahlia and Keyleth of the Air Ashari.

"Hey." He grinned when Keyleth jumped which made Vex turn directly into him.

"Dick." She said with a small grin.

"Love you to Stubby."

Vex sighed, it had been nine months since Keyleth and Vax had spent the night and something had happened "You two…spill. Something happened and you're both walking on eggshells…Well more than usual."

Keyleth gulped "I…I…d…don't…th…think…thatthisisthetimeforthisquestionVex!" She garbled, her mind thinking back to the stillborn baby that she and Vax had, and had secretly buried.

Vex paused, she felt her brother stiffen. His hand drifting to a dagger, she dropped it. Vax would never pull a weapon on her, and she would never on him. She had stepped on something and it scared her. She moved ahead and Vax moved next to Keyleth "Kiki, she needs to know…THEY need to know."

Keyleth sighed "We will. It's just…I have this feeling…Something that I can't explain." Vax nodded, hugged her briefly before he scouted forwards almost jumping into the shadows as if he were part of them.

All of this happened to quickly to be heard by the rest of the party but was seen by the three Gnomes. Vax, picked the lock with expert ease and they entered the room.

(Pluton)

On her throne a majestic entity sat. Around her was a shimmering tapestry that fell and was replaced by brand new ones. These were the strands of life and destiny, whirling on a loom. The being clad in black, with a long flowing dress with a black dress of Raven feather, garbed in a porcelain mask; she, as the form that the entity took, was the Spinner of Fate, Patron of Death, Doom, and the transference from life to death, also the Patron of the Winter Season. She was also known as the Matron of Ravens, Mother Unkindness, Matron of Unkindness, The Ferrier to but name a few, but the most common name for her was Raven Queen.

Her senses tingled, she looked up and a group of threads that had knotted together began to glow. One, seemingly brighter than the others but to her it became an inferno compared to a candle; The Fate-Touched, his companions including his Lover and Sister had arrived. She gestured and another string seemingly irrelevant began to glow. With not even a muscle movement, two of the ever present Ravens; which some depictions of her as a Male and referred to them as Hugin and Munin brought the thread over.

The porcelain mask twitched from one of passiveness to one of sheer fury. "Who meddles with me and mine? It matters not for me and mine shall be reunited…Worry not Vax'ildan of Syngorn and Keyleth of the Ashari; beloved Vel'ilstaer shall be returned to you." She turned to Munin and Hugin "Find my Stormborn raven child."

The ravens gave a gurgling croak which said "We will find our child."

(Hogwarts)

Harry left his hidden room and headed towards the Great Hall, as he did so, he ended up passing a window that overlooked the grounds. People still didn't believe he was innocent but he didn't care. He made sure his projects were hidden in his bag, he turned away when he heard a tapping on the window.

He looked and his eyes widened. In front of it was the largest raven, he had ever seen. He opened the window, it popped inside. As it did so, Hermione and Ron rounded the corner.

Ron and Hermione saw Harry open the window and the raven. They shrugged, Harry in all the time they knew him had always been well liked by animals and especially those that possessed the ability to fly.

However they were not expecting him to suddenly collapse to the floor the moment he made eye contact with the raven.

(Pluton)

Harry landed with a grunt. He was in pitch blackness and he was in a mass of limbs "Hello? Anyone here? Who are you? What do you want?"

"Hello sweet child of mine. I am everywhere and nowhere. I am always and ever will be. I'm less of who am I and more what am I and as for what I want, I want you my fate-touched child…Look down." Harry did so and he gulped, he was now on a gigantic porcelain white hand and he found himself looking up into a porcelain mask.

He found himself on a stone path, leading up to a massive Mill house, upon entering was a black ominous loom, upon which vast multitudes of golden glowing threads spread across the vast expanse. Lots were eternal and bright, whilst others were knotted, frayed and were being cut by three ravens. Harry gulped they looked familiar somewhat, almost out of something he had read.

"I see you are captivated by the Loom…Yes, that is but one of my duties. I am the Matron of Ravens, Mother Unkindness, Goddess of Death, Doom, Winter and Fate. I am the Raven Queen." Announced the newly named Raven Queen, shrinking in height till now she was little taller than Professor McGonagall, her porcelain mask glimmering with a smile.

Harry stared at her "Okay. You're the Raven Queen, You're a Goddess…that answers that question. I suppose this is your realm…answers that question. But it doesn't answer 'what do you want?'."

She chuckled and removed her mask and Harry found himself looking at a woman later 30's, long blonde, white and black streaked hair with blood red eyes "I suppose that doesn't. But surely you can guess blood of mine?"

"You want me to be your servant? Hang on how am I your blood?" Questioned Harry.

"Yes and no. More of my emissary, my champion…As your father has and will…And it is through your father that I claim you as my blood."

"But my father died as did my mother." Protested Harry.

The Raven Queens eyes flashed with rage "James and Lily Potter, saved and protected you far better than any mortal should have. You do not belong to the Plane you exist in. You belong in the Plane of Exandria. This is the Dream Plane. The Plane where denizens of my power and greater exploit it for its ability to withstand such warping…I do not lie, remove such thoughts from your mind." With amazing speed, she grabbed Harry's chin and pointed over his shoulder at a bunch of golden strings, these strings seemed to be glowing brighter than normal.

"They are the strings of my Fate-touched, his mate and their companions. Their strings are long and prosperous and soon you shall join them. Your father has and will become my Paladin and thus my Son; you are his son and your mother is a powerful elemental specialising in the power of the Tempest. You, Hadrian Potter are my Stormraven and I have a quest for you."

Harry looked at her, and he slowly sank to one knee "How may I serve?"

"Rise, Child of Unkindness…Your father is my Paladin, I am in need of other roles such as Wizards, Clerics and Warlocks."

Harry nodded "Okay, tell me…why I should accept this?"

The Raven Queen gave something of a smile "I can get you back to your birth parents, bring forth your adoptive guardians…I can do all sorts. I want what is mine to be happy. How about this, I explain a part of your destiny, give you the tools to complete it and upon completion I send you back to the Prime Material Plane otherwise known as Home."

Harry's eyes widened "I do a job for you and you send me back? Providing you can give me 100% guarantee that they will not kill me than yes."

The Raven Queen nodded, she gestured and two people appeared "You have half an hour with them."

Harry spent that half hour mainly listening to his adoptive parents talk. He learnt about the time they had at school, some of the things they did and then the question came up "Where did you find me?"

"Set of five oaks, we've marked with the Potter family crest…In a circle and inside of it, magic felt much more primal…If you went out the backdoor and headed straight into the woods in Godric Hollow."

"You need to head back. Books will be near you when you wake up informing you of your duty to me. I wish you the worst misfortune."

"I'll bring it on the Wings of Unkindness."

(Hogwarts)

Hermione and Ron picked Harry up, the raven popping back onto the window ledge before popping onto Harry's arm which had been placed over Ron's shoulder. Hermione grabbed the other arm and book bag. It weighed a tonne.

Suddenly Harry jerked awake, he pitched himself forwards and landed on his knee, he pitched forwards and he was on his hands and knees. He was pale, paler than normal and his hair seemed to have grown, not much but it was definitely longer than normal and as Hermione moved to get a look at him, her eyes widened as auburn streaks began to appear near his ears.

"Harry, what's going on?"

He looked at her, Hermione gasped as his once emerald eyes were now more forest green with hints of black and brown "A lot…Lots of questions, fewer answers…Come with me."

(Exandria, Sunken Tomb)

The last of the Kua-toa, fell to the floor with the gunshot reverberating around the chamber. Percy sighed "Worst kill line ever." He thought to himself "I don't eat fish? Seriously." He muttered to himself.

"I thought it was pretty good." Said Grog from the hallway.

This got chuckles and snorts from the other members of Vox Machina, always leave it to Grog to be so naïve and caring in a weird bloodthirsty way.

Suddenly he stiffened, he looked behind him, he turned and their snarling, maw salivating and multiple eyes watching him was a Beholder. "Uh, guys…We have company."

(Hogwarts)

Harry led his friends into an abandoned classroom. He shut the door and turned to face them "What do you know about gods?"

Ron and Hermione stared at him "Why the thought?" Asked Ron, he had been taken aback by the question.

"A metaphysical being that possesses omnipotence and omniscience supposedly. None have left marks of their existence, thus they do not exist…At least here."

Harry grinned thinly "Well, I think I met one."

Hermione snorted "Harry, you've been through some awful things so far. What with the Philosopher's Stone, Basilisks, Aragog and the events of last year…"

Harry sighed "Fine, be like that. I have things I need to do. I'll see you in Transfiguration."

"Don't you have Divination next?" Ron said.

"Who said I have to put up with immaturity of my peers? Anyway…believe me or don't." With that Harry, stood up and walked out of the classroom. Ron and Hermione turned to follow and they did so at a jog for Hermione and a paced stride for Ron. They followed Harry at distance and their eyes widened as he vanished into the wall. Ron followed, with a wand drawn noticed a massive darkened oak door. Gripping the knob, Ron opened the door and entered.

The room was impressive. There were what appeared to be human targets at one end of range, there was a table and tools littering around it and on another side was a veritable mountain of a bookshelf.

Harry looked up from his workbench and he levelled something at them "Why are you here? I thought you didn't believe in Gods? This place is only for those who believe."

"Harry, calm down…is that a crossbow! You need to talk to the Headmaster. He'll be able to help." Shrieked Hermione. 'Help keep him under control'. She thought. Dumbledore could never be wrong.

Harry sighed "I…guess. But bring him here…I don't…trust myself."

"Trust yourself with what Harry?" Came an age wisened voice. The Trio turned and standing there was Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall and the rest of the Heads of Houses.

"Joy…The Headmaster and peanut gallery including two teachers who hate my guts." Harry muttered. Dumbledore and the Heads of Houses entered Harry's sanctuary.

Harry made sure to keep his distance from them, he paid them no mind as he concentrated on attaching the cylinder of gas into his crossbow, which would allow him to pull the trigger and fire repetitive bolts, without having to reload.

"Well Potter, not going to address your teachers?" Snapped Snape.

"Nope…Considering I don't see a problem. I'm not officially in any trouble, at least that I know of. So this to me seems to be an attempt to control me and turn me into a Harry-shroom."

"A Harry-shroom? Never heard of the term." Squeaked the diminutive Professor Flitwick.

"Harry shaped mushroom. Shove mushrooms in a dark place or corner and feed them nothing but shit. So in this case, Harry-shroom. Now what is it? If it's about my lack of attendance, tell the students to back off and leave me be."

The staff stopped as did Ron and Hermione "We're…"

"If you say 'only trying to help' or 'do what's best for you' or words to that effect, then clearly you're nothing more than asskissers like every other prejudiced and discriminatory bigot in this fucking school." Harry growled as he squeezed the trigger and the sound of a hammer hitting empty air was heard.

It was complete.