This is my new big series, a Harry Potter multi-crossover. Every character will come from an AU or semi-AU from their respective movie/game/TV Show etc. but some may follow plots (or little parts of it) similar to their owns in the long run, all of this along with Harry Potter Next Generation, but I will ignore any event from Cursed Children as I don't have a way of reading it (but, if I find a way, I may change my mind).
The stories won't be separate just for years, each year can have more than one story. This history is like a Prolog, all chapters before Hogwarts. Each chapter is in one or two character(s) P.O.V (different from the chapters in Hogwarts, which will be written in third person). Characters reduced to children age may be a little OOC, but I will try to keep it in check as much as I can. Mostly of them were reduced to first years, but there are some older and younger characters as well.
This story was slight revised because I did not notice it was so bad grammar wise, I don't thin it's "perfect" yet, but pretty better, but its still not Beta-Readed because I just can't find someone for the job because there are so many fandoms to work with, English is not y main Language and, as much as I try, I am having a difficult time with my mind which doesn't help. Not too big was changed, except for adding a fourth fandom with focus scenes beginning at the Diagon Alley chapter(s). Other chapters are still to be revised.
Main Crossover: Harry Potter, Wreck-It Ralph, My Little Pony, Yu-Gi-Oh
Main Characters: Alvo Potter, Rose Weasley, Ralph, Vanellope, Felix, Calhoun, Twilight Sparkle, Seto Kaiba, Yugi, Unknown (Mysterious P.O.V. from a few chapters)
With special participation of characters from: Legend of Zelda, Sonic, Tangled, Tinker Bell, Brave, Frozen, Final Fantasy XII (Characters from other Fandoms may be mentioned also, but this list only count characters with direct interaction with the story but without focus scenes)
As you all know I own nothing of this, just a few OCs and this story plot.
Chosen
Chapter 1: Storm
(Tamora's P.O.V.)
"Tamora!" I heard my father calling from the hall.
But I paid no attention, I was too busy hunting aliens to reply him. I could imagine him climbing to the attic and saying: "Tamora Jean Calhoun, what I told you about playing this stupid Muggle games?" So my mother, if woke up, would climb and say: "Don't put her against them, principally when she'll be going to Hogwarts soon. That's exactly why we moved the first time, wasn't it?"
Besides my family being Pureblood I can't say the same of the neighbors. I studied on a Muggle school 'till last year, since next one I'm going to the Wizard's school, Hogwarts, and have two Muggle friends, Serena and Michael, but sincerely mostly kids think me strange and I just couldn't deny, I'm really different from them.
My family never had anything against Muggles, but dad can't understand Muggle technology, and he hate things he can't understand. I, on another hand, love Muggle video games, principally the action, adventure and Sci-fi games, as well as movies. I will really miss it in Hogwarts, but sincerely I'm really excited to go.
My father apparated on the attic. I just hate when he does it. He can't use the stairs like everyone?
"Tamora, did you hear me?"
"Yes dad, just five minutes. It's the final boss and I can't stop now." I replied, without taking my eyes from the game.
"But we have to talk now." He said, I was sure he had crossed his arms and was staring at me. "You need to decided what to do with this things now you're going to Hogwarts."
"Easy, let everything where it is now. It's not like I'm never coming back and I will kept using them during the vacations."
"And about you friends?"
"I'll tell them I'm going to mom's old school, an intern college back where my Grandparents live." I rolled my eyes. I had already planned everything, like I even did. No surprises to me. Plus, it was still eight in the morning, normally no one would wake up before nine, when I do I sit there and play games without disturbing anyone. But he was awake and already worrying as if my letter had already arrived, and it hadn't.
"All right." Dad sighed. "But we will finish this talk after breakfast, wich will be in ten minutes, so better you finish this game fast." And with it he was gone.
In five minutes I turned off the video game, I went victorious from the battle and was really satisfied with myself and my abilities.
I went down to the first floor of the house and was going to the kitchen when I heard a knock on the front door. I opened it before my parents could notice and found Michael standing there.
"Hey Tammy, you need to see it, quick!" He called, a little more jumpy than it was his usual. I couldn't help but wonder what was going on.
"Can't wait for the breakfast?" I launched a look in the kitchen's direction, where I knew my parents were.
"It will be quick, I promise. Plus, I'm going to my auntie's house just after breakfast."
I thought about asking my parents if I could go, but I was sure my father was going to say no, so I quick left the house, cautiously closing the door behind me and running after my friend, who was already three houses ahead.
"Where are we going exactly?" I asked as we reached the park.
"It's a surprise. Don't ask, just run. We have no more than half an hour to come back." He said, still running.
He leaded me to the nearby woods. We usually meet there sometimes, but he began to walk a little too far, we never had been so deep into it.
"C'mon Michael, where are we going?"
"I went here yesterday and decided to explore the woods a little more when I found this. I showed Serena yesterday but you was out and she refused to help me, but I really want you to see it, because I won't come back before you go to school."
I didn't knew what he was talking about but I didn't any more question.
I still wasn't sure about following him, I never was a girl who liked surprises, he should know that, however, he was my friend so it shouldn't be any dangerous. But whatever was hiden in that forest, I knew my parents were afraid of it.
"Michael, I feel we shouldn't be here." I told him again.
"You aren't afraid of the forest, are you, Tammy?"
"No, I'm not." I protested. "But it's what my parents tell me every time I go out."
"My parents too, but it never stopped our meetings." He protested, I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, but just at the border." I told him, but kept following. I wanted to enjoy more time as possible with my friends before go to Hogwarts and didn't want anything to happen to him.
We finally arrived at the border of a lake and Michael stopped.
"And where's this thing?" I crossed my arms impatient.
He pointed me a light source, far away, in the middle of the lake, where a black glow colored the water.
"So it's why you bought me here?" I asked suspicious. Only then I remembered he couldn't swim. "You wanted me to get it, right?"
"Well..." He immediately looked away nervous, I knew he didn't like to talk about his fear of water, principally around me, a girl that he ever considered the bravest girl he even meet. "Maybe it can be something valuable and... Well, sorry didn't tell you before, I just thought you wouldn't consider it worth te trip." He laughed.
"Oh, fine." I sighed, hoping it to be something important, I hate wasting my time.
I took off my jacket and boots. I wasn't really ready to swim, and sincerely didn't want to but, judging by the glow, that could be something valuable or important. Maybe something mysterious or, something magical and powerful.
I dove, lucky for me the lake wasn't that deep. There was a necklace, golden chain with a black, shiny cloud-shaped pendant. As I held it, the pendant glowed brighter and I felt a wave shaking all around.
I quickly gave impulsion back to the surface and swam out of the lake.
Michael was still there, looking up worried. I followed his gave to see the black rain clouds wich quickly filled the sky. Bad sign.
"We should get outta here." I said, rushing to get my things. But the storm was already upon us and lightning stuck a tree nearby.
"Yeah Tammy, let's get outta here." He said, grabbing my arm tight.
"Stop playing the sacred cat, Michael." I pushed him slight. "It's just a storm."
But the lightning did seem closer than what I'd ever seen before as it hit another three, this one on our path, setting it on fire wich quickly began to spread before us.
"What will we do now?!" Michael asked desperate.
I grabbed him by the arm and pushed him to the other side, running as fast as I could. All I wanted was find another way out of that forest.
I dragged Michael deeper into the woods. Lucky it would be just a small grove and we would reach the other side soon but, unfortunately, I am not that luck.
We couldn't see the fire anymore, but I was still worried when Michael stumbled and fell on the ground, I ran back to help him.
"C'mon Michael, we need to get out of here!" I called, trying to help him back to his feet.
"I can't!" He protested, resting against a tree. "I think I broke my ankle."
I examined it.
"No, you didn't, its just twisted. But we need to keep moving, we're almost there." The last part was a lie, I had no idea if we were near or not from a safe place, but as soon as I turned back, like magic, and I hadn't doubt it probably was, I saw a fiery light, I supposed coming from a torch, because I knew it wasn't an electric source of light, and was too little to the fire having surrounded us. "Look, there's light, hold on just a little more. Here, let me help you."
I wasn't sure what was that place, but it was our only hope. Maybe someone who lived in there could help Michael.
But it was a castle. A dark, simple but big, apparently abandoned castle. I was a little afraid, but which eleven years old girl wouldn't? Even with all my bravery, I was afraid, but I was more worried with my friend.
I pushed the big doors open and we walked inside. The castle was covered in dust and spider webs everywhere, big, red curtains covering the windows, everything else, like the furniture and decorations were broken, but besides all this the torches were all lightened up, what made me feel a cold shiver through my spine. I knew Michael was more scared than I was, but he didn't say any word, just looked around in panic.
"Tammy, let we get outta here!" He finally spoke.
"It's the only safe place around. We'll wait here 'till you feel better and the storm is over." I replied, getting him to one of the few things not broke, an old black couch.
"C'mon, this place looks like the castle of Count Dracula, from that movies." He said. "It's creepy."
"It's just old, we have nothing to be afraid of." I assured him.
Michael sighed.
"All right, so get me one of that books."
I looked to where he was pointing, at the other side of the room a stone bookcase filled the wall.
"What book?"
"Whatever you get, I don't care." He shrugged.
I rolled my eyes at Michael's lack of care, but I knew him enough to go look by myself. But mostly on the bookcase was filled with spell books, the kind I never saw before, and it wasn't little considering the size of the library I had at my first house.
But some of these books did seem filled with dark spells, various of the books were even handmade... That really looked like the evil library of some mad, dark wizard.
Trying to think up some excuse to Michael, I finally found something, which did seem out-of-place in the middle of the other books, "Modern Legends of the Magical World". It looked like a book of fairytale for children.
I shrugged, that would have to be enough, I wasn't seeing anything else but spell books. I took the book off, but as I did, the door closed itself hardly.
I should have known better than to touch anything, specially after finding these books. Our entrance was a bit too easy, but old castles like these were filled with secret passageways, sometimes traps and the lit up torches should be an indicator of magic I should have been careful about. And I thought my father had taught me enough... Maybe he was right and the games were really distracting me up.
Lucky, if I could say that, it did seem to be nothing but the door, they were usually easy to get around, if you knew what you was doing. Spells were usually cast to kept Wizards from breaking in with magic. To Muggles there were other kinds of magical protections, wich shouldn't have been cast since Michael was in, but the point was, Wizards don't usually use muggle tricks, so I could try to pick up the lock.
In the distance I saw how my friend was scared. I knew he just hadn't rushed to me because he was still so hurt to even stand up without help. But even if the idea of leaving him alone in a place like that didn't please me, I had to find something to try to open the door. I took the book back to him.
"Hey Mike! Here, to you to relax a little. There was a trap on that bookshelf, we're trapped here, but I'll find something to open the door." I told him.
"And you still want me to calm down?!" He asked, a little altered.
"Well, it will be worst if you keep worrying. It was just the door, after all, no mortal trap. I will be back soon but, if you feel better, don't touch anything else, maybe there are other traps on this room."
"But can't be in another rooms to? You'll be fine?"
"I don't know. I'm scared too. I would be lying if I said I don't."
"But you're so brave and..."
"But I'm just eleven years old. I noticed I don't have so many fears as normal kids, after all my family has gone through..." I dismissed the thought before Michael began asking too much questions. "...but I still have mines." I smiled comforting at him.
Yes, I was braver than any girl or another kid of my age. My family already had lots of problems with my father being an Auror, and we already had moved so many times... I had learnt to keep my cool and face my fears. But somethings were too freaking even to me. In the present case, I was afraid the castle wasn't as abandoned as it did seem and of the kind of people who would live there in this case, the books and traps were a good warning, but what other choice I had?
I couldn't talk to him about it. I didn't want even to think about. A hand tightly holding te recently found pendant, I walked to the big staircase at my left and just in front of the exit door. At the top the stair the hallway led two different ways, one at the left and one at the right. I chose the right patch without think twice, any direction would lead me to somewhere unrecognized and probably dangerous.
I had to admit I was nervous as I hadn't been for the last three years. With a last look to my friend downstairs I decided to hurry up.
It was a short walk to reach a long corridor, with several doors at both sides. I decided to begin from the end, and so come back to the beginning, so I ran to the last door at the other side of the hall, a dark metal door, with an eight-pointed, red star marking it. The doorknob was black and diamond-shaped.
Normal people would've run away from it and I admit I should have known better, but I tried the door, to my surprise it was open.
As I entered, the torches around the room lightened up on their own, like the rest of the castle. It was strange for such spell to last so long, wich might have been another indicator there should be someone else hidden in this place, unless the magic was coming involuntarily from me, but it was improbably, still I stood firm, scanning the room for anything useful.
The room was round, with a table and eight chairs around. At the end of the room there was a potion work table, with a caldron and many ingredients and tools. I approached it cautiously.
There were bottles with already prepared potions also, which did seem pretty recent, but how could it be if everything was covered in dust?
My worst fear was activating another trap, one that could kill me, but what else I could do? A Potion kit had even some tools I learned I could use to open a door. Or maybe I should try to remember how to create an explosive potion, it would work as well, but could cause Michael to ask question I couldn't answer, so I chose taking the tools.
Bitting my lower lip nervous, I grabbed a little knife from the table just for testing. Nothing happened. I let out a deeply relieved sigh. No traps.
So I moved my hand, a bottle with a purple liquid fell, but I was sure I didn't even touch it. A dense, purple smoke began to spread all around the room. I tried to run to the exit, but the door had disappeared.
"Think Tammy, find another exit." I told myself, but I was having difficulties to think. Everytime I forced my mind to work it would drift to the fact I was trapped and soon as the smoke filled the room I certainly would die.
I had no idea why, but my hand searched the pendant around my neck once again. I just wished I hadn't entered this castle, I hadn't entered this room, I hadn't touched anything...
It was like thunder exploiting in my mind, electricity running through my body and the sound of the raindrops on the ground...
I forced myself to open my eyes, just to find that, as strange as it did seem, it was raining inside the room and, stranger yet, the rain wasn't falling where I was, the clouds on the ceiling forming a circle around me. I was inside the circle, and the rain outside.
I launched a suspicious look to the medallion, but forced my mind to forget that mystery and concentrate on my trapping problem.
Of course! An illusion. The door should be exactly where it was before, but the purple smoke would probably have activated an illusion spell wich also did confuse my mind. Resolute, I approached where the door should be, held my hand in its direction and stepped forward.
I was right. Instead of touching solid wall my hand disappeared through it. I sighed relieved, but was conscious it was just my luck to have found only traps of minor danger. I already heard histories about how dangerous places like that could be. Death could be better than some of the spells that were normally cast on the more important rooms, like treasure rooms and things like that.
I ran back to the entrance, just to find out Michael wasn't there. I looked around to any place he could be and located a kind of passageway in the wall I was sure wasn't there before, with a stair leading down.
"Mike!" I called, trying not to raise my voice so much.
"Tammy, over here!" He called back, from somewhere at my right.
I ran towards the sound and found him in what looked like a crypt, looking at the picture of seven people in black robes, I couldn't help to notice one of them, besides the dark hair, did look loke me and had a mtching medallion.
"What are you doing here?" I asked in a whisper.
"I was feeling better, so I chose to walk around. I accidentally tipped on something and this passage was open. This place is so cool!"
I couldn't call that place cool after what happened up there, só my answer was just to grab him by the arm and call:
"Let's get out of here."
"But, don't you realise what this place is?."
I let him go.
"What?!"
"The book I found out in the forest, the day before you came to the city. It tell the history of seven disciples of a powerful wizard or witch, no one was really sure if it was Merlin or Morgan. The legend say each one received a magic medallion, made specially for them. The medallions were symbols of their unite, each one with a power and... Well, I don't know more. Many pages were ripped off. But I think this castle was where the legend began, and your medallion is one of the seven."
"Magic don't exist." I protested, automatic response for that kind f situation. He never told me about such book.
"Who said no? Just because you never saw it, don't mean it don't exist. I believe it's real. You should too."
I was surprised. How could that even be possible? A Muggle that believe in magic, and by coincidence had a witch friend and found a magic book just before she arrived at the city. How could such a coincidence be possible?
Trying to keep calm and pretend nothing happened I rolled my eyes.
"C'mon Mike, don't be so stupid. It's all histories, just it. Let's get off now. Our parents should be worried."
At the mention of his parents Michael quickly ran upstairs. I shook my head and ran after him.
When I finally got back home, after taking Michael to his own, I was surprised to see a crowd surrounding it. Good part of them were wizards, but apparently there some Muggles too, some of my neighbours, by the look of it, I hide the medallion I found in the lake and ran to my parents.
"Mom! Dad!" I called them, it was hard to get through the crowd.
"Tammy!" My mother come running and hugged me tight. "Where was you? We were so worried when we couldn't find you."
I saw my father's stern look shifting to me from the man he was talking to and, ignoring the question I pushed another subject up.
"What happened here?"
"We were attacked." Dad replied. No news on this part. "Dementors." Now it was a surprise. "There was a mysterious fire on the woods, and while the fire department was trying to extinguish it, they came, probably from the old castle."
Wait! Did they know about the castle? It probably meant if the medallion was still at the lake, it should have a good reason to. And now I took it off... but had it any connection to the attack? Or everything happening on the same day was nothing but a coincidence?
"But we didn't see any Dementor!" I protested, but instantly wished I hadn't.
"You didn't? Were was you? And with who?"
It wasn't mom or dad who asked that. The voice came from behind. I turned back and looked up to face a young man. He had rebel black hair and green eyes, a strange scar marked his forehead.
I knew who was him. His name was Harry Potter and he was a legend in the magical world. He was the one who killed Voldemort, the worst menace of the modern world. Not that I really cared for that things.
Now the matter was, he was an Auror and wanted to know about my little adventure.
Obvious, before the three adults I resumed my story. I didn't tell them about the medallion, the picture or the potion's room, but everything else.
"So, you and your friend just went to the forest after you were said not to?" Dad looked mad at me, but I couldn't really blame him, he had a point. "I am really disappointed on you."
"Michael wanted me to get something he had found." I told them. Not a lie.
"And what was that?" Mr. Potter asked me curiously.
"An old mirror, thrown up in the middle of a small lake. But we didn't know what it was untill I found it." I quickly lied. For some strange reason, I didn't want them to know about the medallion. Between its finding, the picture, the book and what happened in that room, I wasn't sure if it was the right moment.
"And where's this now?" Mr. Potter insisted.
"I think I lost it somewhere during the fire. It wasn't important, anyway."
"And you really didn't come across any Dementor, did you?" Mom asked, still worried, I shook my head negatively.
"Well, so all we have to do is investigate this mysterious castle." Mr..Potter determined.
"I show you the way." I offered, eager to know what else was hidden inside. It wasn't safe to go back by myself so I wouldn't pass this opportunity.
"No." Dad refused. "You'll be safe home while we do our job."
"I'm not five years old anymore, dad!" I protested.
He was going to reply, but was interrupted when Mr. Potter said:
"The girl know the castle. She can be useful and will be safe with us." But I couldn't help to think he had something else in mind, he knew I was hiding something, it almost made me regret having said anything.
I saw dad was contradicted, but Mr. Potter was his superior, so he had nothing to complain about.
"All right, but stay at my side all the time." He ordered me.