This is a revamp version of the original piece of work by C. Junior35. I have adopted the story and decided to give it a new name. A new name because the original work is still around, C. Junior35 hasn't been on Fanfiction since and I doubt will come back anytime soon. I do have permission so don't worry. Just love this.
Mandatory Disclaimer: Don't own "Attack on Titans" or "Harry Potter". I only own this story that you are reading. What am I saying? The story actually doesn't belong to me nor the idea to be honest. I just own the revamped version, so I actually own this story. What a confusing disclaimer.
Content Rating: Not for readers under the age of 10. Parental guidance is advised. (SLVN)
The Titan From My Dreams
Prologue
"How did it come to this. . . Why has everything been taken from us?. . . Our lives. . . Our dreams. . . Everything."
"Damn you! DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL! I REFUSE TO DIE LIKE THIS! I'LL DRIVE THEM ALL OUT! KILL THEM WITH MY BARE HANDS!...DO YOU HEAR ME?! WITH MY BARE HANDS!"
. . .
Harry woke up gasping, his mind reeling from the gruesome nightmare he had. The events still playing at the forefront of his mind.
Ever since the resurrection of Voldemort and his unwilling participation in said resurrection, he had begun having nightmares, all of which depicted the same person (Eren Yeager, his mind supplied) and every single one of them just as gut-wrenching as the last.
Why do I keep dreaming of him? He had asked himself that same question repeatedly, spent so much time pondering away on it, looking for an answer his mind seem to hide from him.
Why is this person so important? What made him so important?
Even now, as he sat amidst friends in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, he barely paid attention. The food barely eaten, and the conversation around him hardly deterred his mind. As he sat, eyes drawn partially closed, lips pulled in a frown, fingers clenching and unclenching, he hoped - no prayed - for something to happen, for all his endless questions to be answered.
And somewhere in another world, a whole dimension different from the young wizard's, a dark-haired boy with major anger issues slipped on a wet branch and fell, landing hard on a rather unsuspecting muddy boot.
How was it? Better? Worse? Kindly write out your thoughts on my revamped version of the original fanfic, "Advancing Wizards". Bye for now.