This is my first fanfiction. I hope that it will meet the standards of the readers.
This fic is a crossover between Harry Potter and Game of Thrones. It starts at Harry surrendering to Voldemort in order to destroy the horcrux in his scar.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Game of Thrones belong to their corresponding authors and productions. I do not intend get any monetary gain from this attempt at joining these two worlds
Forbidden forest
Hogwarts
Harry Potter saw the dark lord utter the dreaded words. He knew that he had failed in defeating Voldemort but in order to rid the world of the evil he had to die. The horcrux in his scar was one of the last remaining anchors of Riddle's immortality, the other being Nagini. He had the utmost faith that Neville would deal with it and then Voldemort would become a mortal. Anybody could kill him and he hoped that the wizarding world would get rid of this nightmare. As the killing curse neared him, he felt strangely at peace with himself. He heard a rush of sound and a breeze of wind caress his hair as if someone was lovingly stroking it. Color bled out of everything and all he could see was a bright light. It was then that he realized that he was already dead.
Harry opened his eyes to find himself sitting on a bench in the middle of an empty King's Cross with a deformed baby a few paces to his side. The baby has white pasty skin and looked like it was shriveled. Harry got up and walked towards it as it started crying loudly only to stop once he saw its eyes. It had the same bright red eyes of Voldemort. It was then that he realized that it was the soul piece lodged in his scar. On habit, a hand went to his forehead and to his immense pleasure, the skin over there was smooth without a hint of any scar. From the moment he had entered the wizarding world, he had wished that he didn't have the stupid scar and now he was finally free of it.
He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't hear the approaching footsteps. Someone clearing their throat from behind startled him that he jumped in surprise and turned around to meet twinkling blue eyes that were all too familiar to him.
Standing before him was none other than Albus Dumbledore, Former Headmaster of Hogwarts, who was looking over his half-moon shaped glasses with a slight smile.
"Hello Harry!", greeted Dumbledore genially.
"Hello Professor!" , greeted Harry with a serious expression, "What are you doing here?"
"I know that you are angry. I also know I made a lot of mistakes, Harry. I am sorry for that but you must understand why I hid this from you. You have to realize that we all have to make sacrifices for the Greater Good. I tried to make it easy for you so that you didn't have to live your entire life fearing death. I wanted you to have a childhood, friends and perhaps a family. Please understand, Harry."
Harry looked at Dumbledore with an expressionless face for a few minutes before saying," You may have done what you thought was right sir but what you should realize is that I never had a childhood nor a family. I don't blame you for all the wrongs that happen in my life but I can't just forgive you. May be at some point but not now."
"That is all I can ask of you, my boy.", replied Dumbledore.
At this point the soul piece of Voldemort started crying even loudly. Dumbledore walked to it and picked it up. He turned around and said, "Good luck on your next great adventure, my boy. It is almost time for me to leave." He started glowing dully.
"Wait! What is this place Professor and how to I leave it?" , Harry asked hurriedly. Dumbledore smiled and said, "Don't worry, Harry. You will soon find out. Just board the train behind you." As soon as he finished speaking, a bright flash occurred and he was no longer to be seen anywhere.
Harry turned around and found himself staring at a train eerily similar to the Hogwarts Express. He shrugged and got on and sat in the first compartment. He felt the train move and enter a tunnel at the end of the platform plunging everything into darkness. Suddenly there was an explosion of light and Harry found himself in what appeared to be a huge library. It appeared to be at least 4 to 5 times bigger than that of Hogwarts. Wherever he looked, he saw bookshelves upon bookshelves in never-ending rows. He took a book out of one of the shelf and found it to be written in some language he didn't know.
Harry didn't know what to do so he started wandering in the library searching for someone. After what felt like hours of walking among the shelves, he heard someone muttering to themselves. Following the sound, he found himself in what appeared to be the centre of the library where a big desk was located behind which was a middle aged man with flowing blonde hair in pitch black robes that seemed to suck in the surrounding light. The man was mumbling in rich voice lowly.
"….had to get himself killed. Waltzes right into the trap and left me with a huge pile of paperwork. Never thought I would see someone more stupid than that Akronius guy but he proved me wrong. Irritating brat….."
The man was scribbling on a piece of paper with a quill and had enormous piles of paper on both sides of the desk. Harry thought it was appropriate to wait till the man noticed him and remained silent but after a while decided to alert the guy of his presence. Clearing his throat loudly led to the man being startled and spilling the ink from the ink pot nearby onto one of the piles of papers. The man cried out in despair at the mess and looked up. The moment he saw Harry, his face twisted into a snarl. He shot out of his chair and started bellowing, "You! Do you have idea of what you have done? Now I have to do all this work again. What really pisses me off is that I already have a bigger pile of paperwork because of you. Why don't you people ever follow the plan. "
Harry was confused. Sure it was because of him that the papers were spoiled but what was he talking about plans?
Seeing the confused expression on Harry's face, the man scoffed and said loudly, "Don't give me that expression. You know exactly what I am talking about. Don't you dare deny that the old goat told you everything."
At the reference of 'old goat', Harry understood that this man was referring to Dumbledore as he remembered Aberforth calling his brother the same thing and said, "If you are talking about Dumbledore then no, he didn't say anything. He just said that there is a 'next great adventure'", adding quotes in the air.
The man stopped his rant in the middle staring at him for a total of ten seconds before spewing profanities towards the headmaster. After nearly five minutes, he stopped and sighed deeply before taking his seat and signaling Harry to do the same as he indicated a chair in front of his desk.
"Sorry about that. I told that goat to tell you everything but it seems he just skived that to me. He probably thought it would be a good laugh to see me shout at you." He took a deep breath and continued, "Let's start with introductions, shall we?"
Harry nodded his head, still confused at who this guy is.
"Well, my name is a very complicated issue. I am called different things by different people but to you, I am Death."
That is the first Chapter or prologue. I know that it is very short but I will strive to wirte bigger chapters in the future.
You are welcome to give any constructive criticism and also express your opinions. I have not yet decided on the pairings hence expect a poll sometime soon.
Thanking you once again for giving this fic a chance and hoping that you would follow and/or favourite it,
Markus Griffin.
