A/N Hey gaizzz its illuminatimagikarp agan! Thanks for being faithful readersand sorry for the wait for our new fic! First crossover! Hope you like it ! Don't like dont read no flames!

"Expelliarmus!" Screamed Harry, pointing his wand at that traitor, his ex-best friend Ronald Weasley. Harry couldn't believe his and his fucking cunt of a wife, Hermione Granger's treachery. They had just fucking killed his son, the favorite: Albus Severus Potter. How he could have fucking let them take Albus to the duel he couldn't comprehend. He flung curse after curse at those bitches, hoping something would stick. But he couldn't hit them. His anger had gotten the best of him and he couldn't focus properly (not to mention that that bitch Hermione was a fucking Class A witch; with the assistance of her dumbass husband, Harry was just outstripped by a smidgen). He fought off curse after curse while flinging as many as he could back.

Then he heard Hermione give a shout, "Transeatum excetus munda!" Harry suddenly felt a pull at his navel, a pull like that portkey he had touched just some twenty years ago. The feeling intensified further and further pulling him out of the situation, his anger fading not. His eyes only saw a spiraling vortex, unable to comprehend what exactly was passing by them. The vortex was ever-changing, going from a crystallized aquamarine to a jet-black (about the color of his hair) to a sandy tan—wait, hold on, as the sandy tan grew the vortex slowed. It kept slowing, faster and faster and faster until Harry began to feel solid ground at his feet once again.

The tightness in his body subsided and his vision cleared. Soon his vision began to clear and he could feel a cool breeze brush by his head. A desert was laid out before him, starkly different from his home back in London. He could hardly believe his surroundings. What type of spell could Hermione have used upon him? It most certainly wasn't one which he had heard before. She must have been spell inventing, that motherfucker. It was an astounding sight though, one which he had never seen before. His grip upon his wand loosened ever so slightly as he could tell that no danger was nearby. Whatever Hermione had done, he most certainly was no longer in England anymore. Wherever it was, it was very different from anywhere he had ever seen before.

After taking a breath or two, Harry decided he would apparate back home. No use in staying here, Ginny would need him back home. She was probably an emotional wreck already, her brother having gotten one of her precious children killed. He pivoted on his foot and prepared for the sense of tightness that always followed.

But it didn't. Confused, Harry rethought about his home, focusing ever so harder and pivoted again—and nothing happened once more. What could be stopping him? He hadn't felt so powerless since Dobby had prevented his return to Hogwarts.

As he prepared to try apparition once more, Harry heard an odd noise, "pabew." A beam of red light shot past his face. He flipped to face his attacker and saw something absolutely absurd and impossible: a man in a glistening white suit. This man must have thrown a curse at him. Harry raised his wand and prepared to send a hex back; not a single spell would work. The man raised his wand—no, less of a wand…. what was it? And once again, he heard the noise, and then after felt a burning pain in his leg.

As Harry fell to the ground, unable to stand suddenly, he heard the man in white say, "call the Empire, I found a rebel…."

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