Whispers from Black Stars
Disclaimer; I don't own Harry Potter or Chronicles of Riddick
Warning; Blood, gore, death, sexual content and there might be Slash in the future (that depends on what people want)
Summary; Change was never Easy, He was the first one to tell you that. It always took time to adapt and usually it was time He couldn't afford to lose. And now with the war knocking on his front-door and the people standing at his back-door, demanding that He protected them, He was at loss what to do. What can you do when the people you thought were your friends abandoned you, what can you do when the demands of a world that believes you have a duty to them, throw you in front of hungry, rabid snakes. He wasn't prepared for any of this, people never took the time to sit him down and help him go through the many problems that he was facing.
So was it a stroke of luck, when that Man appeared on his doorstep, or a downright nightmare. It did give him a chance out of things, so it shouldn't go wrong, right?
When you are Harry James Potter, everything can go wrong.
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Prologue
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"Beware the Killers of Stars." Shining green eyes stared at the single sentence over and over again. It had been a message from Luna Lovegood, the little moon-light seer. He placed the parchment down and turned his eyes to the midnight sky. It caught sight of the blue white comet and a shiver of something traveled up and down his spine. Closing the shining green orbs, a soft sight escaped soft lips. Pale slender digits reached out to stroke the white feathers that belonged to his beloved Avian and companion. "Something is coming Hedwig, something greater and far more fearsome then anything else in the world." he opened his eyes and turned back to stare at the comet.
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Waist length black hair was pulled in a low ponytail, bangs reaching his chin but still staying out of his line of sight. Emerald green eyes were staring unseeing as the Kata was performed with flawless precision, the thin silver Katana's in his hands were moving in such a way that the weapons almost seemed to be an extension of his arms. The sleek leather pants clung to his shapely legs like a second skin, as his dark green top was clasped together by black belts on his chest. Black boots skidded along the ground as he spun around and released a high kick. His eyes were closed, as he allowed himself to be consumed by the movements of the lethal dance.
The young man performing the dance, that was aimed to kill, was eighteen year old Harry James Potter; Master Legimence and Occlumence, Animigus, Wizard, capable of Manipulating all Elements and only survivor of the Killing Curse. He had been prophesized to kill his Nemesis; Voldemort, but there had been no progression in the war. Neither Man had been able to face each other on the battle field, yet, and the death toll only climbed higher as a result. Sadly the people that Harry was meant to protect, had placed the full blame on the unfortunate young man. And now with the message that a new enemy might be on it's way, it had set him more on edge.
Slowly finishing his Kata, he breathed out slowly and allowed his muscles to relax. Opening his eyes, he cleaned his weapons with expertise and placed them back in their sheath. Placing them on the bed and taking a quick shower, Harry thought back to the Comet racing towards Earth. He felt a certain unease well up inside of him. Something was about to go horribly wrong, more so then usual. When he was busy getting himself dressed in a clean clothes (that coincidentally looked the same as his old clothes), something caused the earth to quake. Swallowing the fear that was bubbling up in his throat, he grabbed a hooded cloak and tossed it on, the silver clasp securing it in it's place. Staring around his room, he grabbed his weapons and secured them on a black belt around his waist. Snatching his wand from his desk, he secured that to his forearm and raced down the stairs. Jumping over the railing of the stairs, he landed on his feet and moved towards the doorway. Swinging it open, he was met with the sight of an army marching the streets and ships flying in the air. People were running and screaming, trying to get away and failing horribly as many were shot in the back. Swallowing the curses of outrage that were ready to fly from his throat, he silently stepped out of the house and nearly tripped over a body. Looking down, he gasped and stared at the corpses of his family. Vernon Dursley was lying on the drive way, car door opened and business suitcase opened on the ground, Petunia Dursley was in the front garden, a hole in her chest and blood stained grass surrounding her form. Dudley Dursley was lying near the front door, gashes and blood everywhere, staring a bit longer at the picture, Harry felt remorse for the gruesome and violent deaths his family had suffered. Looking back up, he met the dark eyes of a man in armor. A growl of pure rage bubbled up in Harry's throat, while the armored man simply stared.
The staring was short lived however as more armored men appeared and pointed their weapons at Harry. His eyes flashed for s moment, before he dove to the ground, several blasts missing him by an inch. Rolling to his feet, he had drawn his Katana's and skewered two of the attackers on them. When more blasts followed, Harry weaved in and out of their ranges, using more armored men as shields while cutting off limbs and stabbing any armored man that got in his way. Although Harry was fast and capable of avoiding most blasts, one had nearly caught him in the back. If it wasn't for the fact that he felt the Air shift right after the blast was fired he most likely would have ended up joining his family on the ground. Tossing the Katana in his right hand the air, he pulled his wand out and decided that survival at the moment counted the most. These men fought even dirtier then Voldemort did and the amount of bodies on the streets were only piling up. Also coming to the swift conclusion that the attack on Surrey couldn't have been an isolated incident, acid green spells were send flying wordlessly and with deadly precision from his wand, cutting down anyone in his path faster then he could kill them with his Katana's. However he still used the Katana in his left hand to kill anyone that got too close. But he was tiring and very fast, how could he, being on his own, defeat and army of thousands if not millions that were marching through his street. Deciding that he couldn't, he wrapped himself up in Earth and allowed himself to be pulled down into the soil. Before he vanished, he saw black eyes widening in surprise.
Moving through the Earth was never a comfortable feeling, but Apparition at the moment was just to dangerous, he had no idea where all those things were coming from and he could end up in an even worse war zone, then the one he just escaped. Closing his eyes as he moved himself through the Earth, he pinpointed the Magic soaked ground that belonged to Hogwarts. The words Luna had send him echoing in the back of his mind;
"Beware the Killers of Stars."
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Can anyone guess who Harry just encountered?
Also, this is a prologue, I will explain more in the next chapter about what exactly is going on and what exactly happened before the sudden invasion.
Tell me what you think of my story though.
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Lucretzia