REIGNITION

Summary

Slash.

Something went wrong in the Second Task of the Triwizard Tournament, Murphy pulled a fast one. Four years later, a wizard without a memory escapes an insane god and meets the future Pirate King and crew.

Chapter One

From Sea to Sky

Fate may be set in stone.

The destination as certain as the rising of the sun.

But that is just the end of a journey, the point where all paths converge and meet.

A place where only one of two things can happen – life... or death.

Everything in between is liquid – ever changing.

A spring with a thousand rivers.

But a pebble, carelessly tossed into the current, can alter the river's course. Can change... everything.

One small event, a hundred choices, a thousand results, a million outcomes, down in the darkness in the tangled weeds and haunting melodies of the Merfolk, a thousand futures flickered into life and death in an instant.

In one future, he would rescue only Ron and swim to the surface, he would receive the highest score for being the first one there but Gabrielle Delacour would drown. And Fleur would hold him personally responsible and hunt him down in the Third Task – it would mean her death at the hands of Barty Crouch jr, the fake Mad Eye Moody. In another, he would rescue Hermione and try to rescue Ron only to be warded off by the Merfolk, he would be stabbed by accident and return to the surface with Hermione, Krum would leave Ron and Gabrielle would still die, the Weasleys would turn against him for choosing a Muggleborn over their son – it would be subtle but he would notice it, it would also later prompt Madam Umbridge to call in the Ministry's Magical Creature's Department to slaughter the Merfolk as a danger to the students. It would prompt Harry to become the next Minister for Magic and rewrite over seven hundred laws, it would be a golden age of prosperity and magical advance under his leadership and the genius of his beloved wife, the girl he saved from the Lake. In a different one, he never found the Village and instead was abducted by the lake Spirit, a woman who called herself Fand, he would never return to the human realm again.

A thousand futures.

One pebble.

A moment too late, death a hair too close and a different spell uttered, mispronounced through the water as thin grasping fingers of Grindylow dug into his flesh – the River of Fate diverted again.

But this was an accident. A pebble thrown into a river.

'Sky Island? Those exist?'

'I want to see it!'

'Holy shit!'

'-make – drown itself-'

'-Black for – of thirteen – with a single-'

'-my boy.'

Dull green eyes peeled open, the dim light from the golden sunset outside causing his pupils to ache as they contracted against the glow. Uncurling painfully from his position, he got to his feet, ignoring the familiar twangs of pain and discomfort from his poorly healed legs as he grasped the thin white bars of his prison cell window. Staring out across the white and green landscape with fathomless eyes.

Dreaming again...

Nothing but drips and drabs and splinters of sight and sound and scent.

Memories of life before were fragmented, bitty, sentences that hiccuped in the middle and left bits out, impressions of images, blue eyes, something that spun so quickly it made him queasy to look at, someone who probably looked as wild and unkempt as he did and, of course, the after when he found out that such a thing as flying islands existed and adamantly ignored all other words to the contrary and flung himself into the task of discovering them.

How foolish.

He wished he had never heard of Sorajima, it would have been better, happier, if he hadn't. He wouldn't be here, locked away in the dark, living off whatever the Maids could sneak him or the wildlife that crawled in or was brought to him by the ever helpful little white fox creature who'd taken a shine to him the last time he escaped.

The sun was beginning to rise and the light was hurting his eyes who had grown so accustomed to the dim-twilight of his cell that staring at the horizon brought tears to them. He closed them and turned away, releasing the bars and sitting down, leaning against the wall and stretching out with a deep sigh, he was so tired, he was always tired these days, Shio the fox hadn't been to visit him in a long time and the Maids had been kept busy by His increasing demands. He hadn't eaten in over a month now, it was only the Cloud Water that drifted into the cell when the wind was blowing just right that meant he was even awake at the moment.

With no one to talk to in the tiny, white room, silence reigned supreme.

It was thick and smothering, long past the point of ringing but deafening now with its total absence of sound. The thick white walls of the tiny cell with its high-ceiling and three long, thin, slits that allowed shafts of pale golden light to stream in and flood the tiny room, illuminating the simple wooden door with its curiously white bolts, the long rectangular white pallet on the floor and the thin black figure sprawled across it, one foot, bare unlike the rest of the person, dipped into that sunlight as though greeting an old and much missed friend.

He knew how he looked, he was thin almost emaciated, swaddled in black, green and gold fabrics from head to foot. He just lay there, unnaturally still with a sturdy iron collar wrapped around his neck, over the scarf that covered his head and the veil that obscured his face. A thick chain ran from collar to wall, preventing the figure from escaping.

He was a prisoner and had been for two years now.

Dull green eyes shifted, brightened as the dull roar of silence was blotted out by the rhythmic padding slap of skin on stone, barefeet, someone coming to see him.

Soft mocking laughter stung his ears and green eyes glowed with anger, bright and painfully green as they turned pointedly from the door and back to his foot. So pale and delicate seeming in the pale gold sunlight. He would not give Him the satisfaction of believing his prisoner broken. He refused.

The door scraped open and the barefeet padded into his line of sight, just as pale as he was and yet no where near so delicate or dirty, gold rings adorned even his toes and for a moment there was that familiar, and now missed, silence that stifled the room. And then the prisoner found his chin being lifted, a long golden staff pushing his jaw up.

Pale blue, almost white eyes and long dangling earlobes with heavy golden ornaments greeted him and he glared at the expression of smug pleasure on the man's face.

The person flinched in surprise as a broad, powerful hand smoothed down the side of his fabric hidden face, fear sent a thrill down his stomach as long fingers wrapped around his skull and pulled him close, cheek to cheek, with the pale man. He never touched him if he could help it, never.

"Soon."

This was... something new.

And he wasn't sure how to feel about it, on one hand, he was clean and had actually eaten for once, He had ordered the Maids to draw him a bath and provide him with fresh clothing and a platter of fruits and sweet meats and cheeses. He had fallen upon the food like a pack of ravenous piranha but couldn't even choke down half the plate due to how much his stomach had shrunken in over the years of starvation and thimble sized food portions he had been able to scrounge.

His new clothing was the same style as the last, completely covering from ankle to head and fingertip with only a thin gap for his eyes, his eyes which had been lined in Kohl at the insistence of the girls, the difference now being that he wore white, green and blue with heavy gold ornaments. A pale coral green cheongsam(1) lined in deeper emerald green with blue flowers blossoming across the fabric, long baggy white pants that were tucked into a pair of delicate soft blue slipper-boots held on his feet with pale green ties. Under the cheongsam he wore a long bell-sleeved white top and over the elbow pale blue silk gloves, three golden bands around his biceps on each arm, a white headscarf and pale blue veil obscured his features, tiny teardrops of gold adding decoration to both the scarf and the veil, over the top of that was a thick, solid gold collar with a chain made out of cloud iron – currently in His grasp.

So yes, he was in something of a conundrum.

One hand, clean clothes, clean self (sadly, all sharp objects had been kept out of reach so he had yet to shave off the impressive dead beaver growing on his chin) and well fed.

But on the other hand, he was still collared and chained and now being forced to sit at His feet like some kind of pet as they awaited the Priests Ohm, Shura and Gedatsu – all three of whom would recognise him as they were the ones who had first brought him to this place and then ended up having to capture him time and time again until Shura broke his legs to keep him in one place. After that, it became common practice and he hadn't left the Shrine grounds since. He'd come close but now that he could no longer move fast enough to outrun whatever ability they used to hunt him down, he was easy pickings.

A hand landed on his head and he had to fight with himself not to flinch as he found his head being forced back and his fabric covered cheek stroked, he couldn't stop himself from trying to wrench his head away.

He just laughed and let him pull away, still keeping hold of the fabric at the back of his head and by extension his hair underneath, "Soon, we shall return to the Holy Land of Vearth," He spoke, sending chills down his spine, this bullshit again. He was completely batshit insane if he thought the Moon was capable of supporting life, there was no atmosphere up there, it was a void, there was very little gravity on the moon as well. But then again... if anyone was capable of surviving up there, it would be Him and possibly Kizaru and Aokiji – energy did not dissipate, it only changed, light would be unaffected by the vacuum of space, space was cold and comets were actually large chunks of rock and ice. Out of all Logia users, they would be the only ones capable of surviving to the best of his knowledge. But... there were probably other fruits out there capable of negating the consumer's need for oxygen and warmth, though he just wasn't aware of what they might be. Yami Yami no Mi was a possibility but that was more like a Blackhole, you needed to absorb things before you could negate them, so chances were... you would still need to breathe or stay warm.

He was getting distracted again.

Thankfully, he had been so lost in thought he had skipped the majority of the, by now, extremely familiar maniacal grandstanding of the Goro Goro no Mi user as he waxed poetical about how his will was absolute and he would take him away to the land of Fairy Vearth, the unending continent where his power would give birth to life and create a utopia. He had heard all of this before. He had contested it hotly for over a year before he had just given up trying to make this man see sense, it was like trying to defeat his Niisama with a spaghetti stick while the man was using that overgrown pigsticker of his. It didn't matter how many times he told the Devil Fruit user that he wasn't a God, that he couldn't summon water in a place that didn't HAVE any, he couldn't survive in a heatless and airless vacuum, he didn't want to go to the damn moon, he was ignored.

He twitched and turned to face the Devil Fruit user, "What did you say?" he asked sharply, narrowing his eyes on the pale man.

Pale blue eyes regarded him briefly before he laughed, "I forgot, this isn't your realm, your divinity doesn't apply up here! Ya-hahahaha! Though you may favour them, the Blue Sea Dwellers will receive no assistance tomorrow, they must prove themselves worthy like everyone else. Worthy of joining us in Fairy Vearth!"

Blue Sea Dwellers! People from below!

Hope swelled almost painfully in his chest, was his brother one of them? He had been so certain that the stupid old man would have given up on him, decided he had died in his idiotic attempt to get to Sky Island and moved on with life and forgotten all about him. After all... it wasn't like they were related by blood.

"Kami-sama," prompted one of the Enforcers, Yama, the commander, "The Priests have arrived."

"Open the door," He said carelessly, releasing his grip on the back of the other male's head.

The heavy double wooden doors creaked open and all three Priests tumbled through fighting like cats and dogs, sword and lance lashing out while Gedatsu's purple clad arms and legs flickered in and out of view looking to do as much damage as the two more conventional sky weapons. Watching them with tired green eyes, he could remember a time when he was capable of holding his own against all three of them for a short period of time, that time was long past and his body was too destroyed to have a hope of holding out against even one of them for a few moments, let alone all three.

"Not again," Yama muttered, "What are you doing?" he asked flatly, he knew exactly what they were doing but he wanted to know what set them off this time, why they were fighting in Kami-sama's presence. Both of them. "Hopeless, just hopeless," he growled under his breath, double chins wobbling sickeningly.

"SHUT UP!" Shura snarled, "With these two always in my way I can never unleash my full potential!" he barked, glaring at the obese Enforcer. Ohm sneered, bracing his cloud sword against his shoulder, obviously he didn't agree. "If I was allowed to guard this island by myself, I could work so much better!"

"You talk pretty big," Ohm growled, "I should teach you a lesson about the limits of your true power."

He tuned out their boasting, by now having realised that He was no where to be found.

"Where God resides?" Shura scoffed, "So where is he? Where is our illustrious God of Lightning and Death? All I can see is his Pet of Life and Water." It was taking a lot of will power not to give him one of his old friend's scathing lectures, he didn't want his jaw broken along with his legs.

"CHANCE!"

It happened in a split second.

The Priests went flying with grunts of alarm and pain as yellow lightning slashed out at them, His golden staff whipping out and throwing them away like so many ragdolls before he was flipping himself back to his former seat, laughing all the way as his Priests tumbled gracelessly across the Shrine grounds.

He flung himself into his seat and sprawled across it lazily, "I am God," he announced, and again, the green eyed male had to fight not to roll his eyes – he wasn't as broken as the Devil Fruit User would have liked, close to it, incredibly close to it, but not yet. He tugged on the chain, forcing him to his feet where his legs trembled painfully until he was roughly pulled into the man's lap.

What the hell was all this? He never touched him he could get away with it, his ability nullified Devil Fruit powers, true it didn't work without skin on skin contact – hence the full body coverings – but He was a paranoid bastard and a coward to boot. He generally avoided any and all contact between the two of them, too worried that even proximity would cull his power and leave him vulnerable to a fatal attack. As it nearly had more than once before – hence the banning of all pointy and stabbity objects around the green eyed male. He must have figured out a way of reviving himself after death – like he had – or had just decided that with his legs broken in multiple places and improperly healed, starved half to death and incapable of using his power without skin to skin contact he would be safe to do as he pleased.

He sincerely hoped his brother was amidst the Blue Sea Dwellers, it would be amusing to see His reaction to getting cut into pasta slices faster than he could escape Niisama's Haki.

"I'm right here, we both are, can't you see?" he asked mockingly as he physically arranged the smaller male into a comfortable position – for himself, not for the other man. "You still need to train! You are still not strong enough!" the faux God declared coldly as he began to stroke the smaller male's head as if he were a favoured pet. He tensed horribly, unused to contact after so many years without a single soul touching him kindly, he kept expecting the punch or the kick or the sickening crack of a broken bone. "You don't want to be failures like Satori, do you?" He purred lazily, sounding like an overly smug feline.

Ohm was silent, trying to catch his breath from the blow to his sternum earlier.

"What did you say?" Gedatsu snapped angrily, pushing himself into a crouching position.

"Tch, what a bad joke," Shura complained as he pulled his hat off, "Did you call us here just to tell us trash like that?" he demanded.

"Yehahahaha, I was bored, come, sit," he declared with a laugh waving them over and sitting up properly, still keeping a tight hold of the green eyed male who had, despite his wariness and fear, begun to relax. "I don't think you're taking the Blue Sea Dwellers seriously enough. Did you know their real goal was the Gold?"

His heart sank. All the painfully bright hope from earlier withered and died, his brother cared nothing for gold. It wasn't him. It looked like he wasn't getting out of this. He slumped, leaning against the pale man, suddenly feeling so very tired and fed up with fighting.

"Gold? How do they know about the gold?" one of the Priests squawked, he didn't pay attention to whom, too busy wallowing.

"Well, this island came from the Blue Sea so its not surprising that people from the Blue Sea would know of it," He explained as if to a mentally deficient child. "They will undoubtedly start taking action tomorrow..." the pale man said, digging his fingers into the smaller male's scalp, "The same goes for Shandia, who will attack again. Thus, for tomorrow, all of God's Land will be opened to you all. It doesn't matter where or what trials you set up, cancel all the rules, do whatever you want!"

"Why the sudden change?" Gedatsu asked warily.

He took a chomp out of the apple one of the girl's gave him, hand moving away from the smaller male's cloth covered hair to rub at his neck, lulling the tired male closer and closer to sleep, "Because, it is almost completed. 'Maxime' that is... Hurry and tie up all the loose ends here..." He smiled darkly, the smaller male now deeply asleep leaning back against him, good, he would need his strength for when they reached Vearth, he would have a lot of land to make things grow on.

"Let's go to the Dream World!."

He woke up in agony.

After so many years on the hard prison mattress the softness of the couch and His body made his muscles scream in pain at the uncomfortable position he had been forced into while he had been sleeping but also due to the unaccustomed surfaces. On top of his awful muscle aches, his current position made it impossible to feign sleep to the psychopath he was half sprawled upon.

Thankfully he didn't seem overly concerned about his current state of awareness, he was too busy having fun with the other people there. Asking them how many they thought would survive, survive what he didn't know but he didn't like the sound of it.

"What about you, my Treasure? How many do you think will survive my little Game? The seven Blue Sea Dwellers, the twenty Shandians, the three Priests, the former God Gan Fall, the forty Enforcers and myself, the current Kami of this blasphemous unnatural place, Enel... Tell me Kami of the Blue Sea, who do you think will be left standing at the end?" he purred, nuzzling the side of the green eyed male's head, holding him tightly to prevent him from wriggling free.

He shivered and remained motionless, "Seven humans, two animals," he decided quietly.

Enel laughed and hugged him tight enough to make his ribs flex extremely uncomfortably, he couldn't have stopped himself from making the soft sound of discomfort in the back of his throat even if he wanted to, it did get the wanna-be Kami to relax his hold in an extremely rare show of consideration.

"Isn't that cute? Eight insects to survive?" he crowed, "But you're wrong, in three hours, out of the eighty-one fighters on the island... only five will be left standing," he declared, tilting the green eyed male's head up by his jaw. "And of those five, only the willing and the worthy will follow us to the Holy Land of Fairy Vearth." Enel pressed his mouth against the smaller male's fabric covered lips, holding him motionless as he attempted to jerk away. This was just an entirely different level of weird and uncomfortable for him, Enel had treated him as if he had a new and undiscovered communicable disease for the past two years, too afraid of going near him, touching him, or even breathing near him after the first incident where he had nullified his Logia powers and actually managed to stab him with a near-by fork. In fact, only the Priests and the Maids had ever touched him until now, the Priests to capture or harm him, the Maids to tend to his injuries when said Priests got out of hand or he was too weak to feed himself after a prolonged period of starvation. Even then, no one had been inappropriate with him. No bad-touch as his old friend liked to call it around the children.

Enel's complete one-eighty was scaring him now.

He pulled away and hummed thoughtfully, "I should probably stash you away somewhere safe," he mused, running a finger across the golden collar around his neck, "Can't have the God of Life meet his end while out of his area of divinity. You've been up here so long you have become weaker, lesser, than you once were. I choked your power, stifled it and trapped it where, just like a flower, it wilted in the darkness." He chuckled unpleasantly as his hand moved from the collar and wrapped around the green eyed male's throat and began to squeeze, "I will return you to your former glory but I trust you understand what will happen if you disobey me," he hissed, his pale blue – almost colourless eyes glinting madly as the smaller male rasped and choked, trying to pry his fingers away from the column of his throat.

He threw the smaller male to the floor, watching him gasp for air and cough, rubbing at his no doubt bruised neck as he lay on the floor. Enel smirked cruelly and kicked the prone figure harshly in the back, making him fly forward and tumble down the few steps to the courtyard below with a shout of pain.

Lying on the firm white fluff of the Island Cloud beneath him, he could only choke in the thin oxygen and brood over how he ended up in this position. Him. The memoryless stray kitten that the school teacher Setsuna from Sweet Island took in, the 88,000,000 Bounty Head known as Leviathan's Child, Namikaze Kai.

He really wished he had never heard of Sky Island.

(1) Cheongsam: A chinese style dress, this style has both slits up the thighs, a Qipao has only the single slit and often has short sleeves while a Cheongsam can have either no sleeves or long sleeves.

What do you guys think of the first chapter of Reignition?

I was a little leery of Enel and Kai's interaction because I thought it would be rather hinky, but considering how Enel is quite literally BATFUCK insane, I think the details actually work out when given thought.

Returning readers – thank you so much for coming back and reading the rewrite, its touching, really it is. Those of you who follow my Facebook will probably be aware of the changes I decided to make. Those of you who aren't, here's a brief run down.

Kai's past relationship with Shanks has been cut out, he knows of Red Hair only through his association with Mihawk and general knowledge of the Yonkou. His relationship with Mihawk is a little different as well, it isn't born through a forced association but rather a friendship that gradually evolved, ergo they're a lot closer than they are in Ignition. Kai's weapon abilities have been down played to only a handful of masteries, still can't use swords though XD. I've given him more variation on the Rokushiki to fit his current physical abilities. And, by the will of the readers, I've been given full permission to commence with the Canon-Rape, which was one of the things I was so worried about doing earlier. Now, fuck it. I'll do whatever I like 8DDD I've also cut down on the majority of his knowledge regarding the Grand Line – he's been stuck on Sky Island for two years, leaving only two in which to actually travel, six months of which was spent where he washed up, leaving a year and a half, the majority of which was spent with Mihawk, which you can just tell was interesting to say the least.

New readers – Welcome to the rewrite of my One Piece/Harry Potter story, the previous Story is still on my profile and will continue to be under the title of Ignition. I hope you enjoy it and if you have any scene suggestions I would be happy to hear them out, just drop me a review and I'll answer any questions and read any ideas you have. If you'd like information on updates and chapter progress, just go to my profile and hit the link for my Facebook, I'll accept anyone. XD

Drop me a line and tell me how you like or dislike the new story.

Araceil

PS: THOSE OF YOU INTERESTED, I POSTED THE LAST HANDFUL OF CHAPTERS I HAD HIDING ON MY HARDDRIVE FOR IGNITION!

I do not own One Piece or Harry Potter or any associated things. I do own the story but I make no monetary prophet from it, this is purely for personal amusement.