A/N. Although this is a HP Stargate crossover it will also draw some areas from the star wars universe. All crossover elements will be several chapters in.

DISCLAIMER - All characters and any thing used from other works belong to their original authors.

Chapter 1 – Prophecy.

Danger befalls the one with the power to unite all creatures.

Saved by the Goblin Nation survivor of the un-survivable must be.

Freedom for magical creatures, linked to the life of the one linked to another is.

For without him eternally oppressed they shall be.

Time is short and action must be sought.

The proud leader of the Goblin Nation was in shock for the soothsayer had spoken words of prophecy. Words both terrible and wonderful at the same time. Words that could not be ignored. Words that he intended to act upon. It was for this reason that Director Ragnok had gathered his most trusted advisers for an emergency session of congress.

"It is clear to me whom the soothsayer refers to great leader," Ratnail, the goblin nations head of wizarding relations said.

"Care to enlighten us," Ragnok growled, his voice laced with the threat of death to any who annoyed him. The current director had executed more goblins for insubordination than any other director in the long, proud, history of the Goblin Nation.

Immediately cowed Ratnail continued, "It can be no other director. Survivor of the un-survivable can only refer to the boy-who-lived. The same boy's life is also linked to the life of the dark lord Voldemort by prophecy and magic. And we know the boy to be in danger from many fronts."

"I concur, director," Griphook started, his face lighting up with sudden understanding, "As the head of the Potter accounts, and as one who has met the boy personally, I can attest to the danger he is in. The Potter boy will be damaged by recent events. He has not been raised well and I can say with certainty that these events will have unbalanced him. The current danger he faces may well come from himself. That said the boy is of sound soul and good heart. He greeted me as an equal and is on good terms with the centaurs. The prophecy states he has the power to unite all magical creatures and lead us to freedom. My personal experience of the boy says that if properly educated and well treated the boy will be motivated to help us."

"Very well," Ragnok replied, "If all are sure that Harry Potter is the subject of prophecy, moves must be made to secure him and his safety."

"That will not be easy director," Ratnail stated. His face contorted in concentration. "The boy returns to his muggle relatives the evening after tomorrow where he will be untouchable under powerful blood wards. Until then he resides at Hogwarts where we also cannot touch him. Can we wait until he next comes to Gringott's? I fear taking him before then will not be possible."

A resounding silence filled the meeting hall as the various Goblins present contemplated what they could do. After twenty minutes of painful silence an evil smirk came over Griphook's features. "Then we take him tomorrow," Griphook knew that if he wanted to keep his head on his shoulders he had to convince the director that his outlandish scheme would work, and more importantly that it was worth the risk. "Tomorrow the boy will be traveling between Hogwarts and London, we stop the train and take him when his only protection is one adult witch, a train full of underage wizards, and an engine driver. Hardly insurmountable odds."

Ragnok was not pleased, not in the slightest. "For the Goblin Nation to be implicated in attacking the Hogwarts express would cause war. You had better have a way to do this that would avoid such an eventuality if you want to leave this room with your head still attached."

Griphook expression did not change he still had that calculating look of a goblin masterminding a cunning plan on his face. "Then we cannot be implicated. The Potter boy must travel in the last car and he must be alone when this happens. We must lace some of his treats with a mild poison that will cause his friends to worry enough to go for help. Once they leave an operative traveling on the train must release the coupling on the last car. The operative will then set the carriage alight before derailing it and Portkeying to Gringotts with the Potter boy."

As Griphook outlined his plan Ragnok's demeanor shifted away from that of barely controlled anger. By the time Griphook had finished outlining his proposal the room had filled with the cackling of Goblin laughter. "Priceless my friend," Ragnok said between bouts of cackling. "The wizards will suspect nothing. All they will see is tragic accident and assume their precious savior was incinerated in the blaze when they realize he is missing. No one will even look for him!"

HPHPHPHP

"What the hell was Flitwick doing. Git nearly made us miss the train." Ron Weasley shouted and missed the "wish he had," from his best friend. "I mean he could have told you the Goblins had requested a meeting yesterday or this morning, not five minutes before the train left."

Exasperated, Hermione shook her head gripped the two boy's arms and pulled them ahead.

The three friends ran along the train trying every compartment door to find them already locked as the train steamed up to move off. They reached the last car just as the train started to move and Harry grabbed the handle, turned it and to the relief of two and the disappointment of Harry it opened and the three friends jumped aboard, Slamming the door shut behind them.

"Phew that was proper close," Ron wheezed as he tried to catch his breath. Harry distracted by a cut on his arm that he must have got as he scrambled aboard just nodded. It was strange though, he thought. The cut seemed far too regular to be from the door frame. If they had not been alone in the compartment Harry would have sworn that someone had caught him with a knife.

As the hours passed Harry started to feel more and more ill. By the time lunch time came around he felt awful. Ron had left a few minutes earlier to harass the food trolley leaving Harry and Hermione alone in their car.

"Harry are you feeling alright?" Hermione questioned. She had been surreptitiously watching him for quite some time now. He had been quite and withdrawn ever since the incident with the philosopher's stone and he wouldn't talk to anyone about it. Now though his brow was covered in sweat, he was white as a sheet and wouldn't stop staring at a suspiciously straight cut on his arm.

Hermione was very worried, she knew that Harry was proficient in glamour charms and the way he was staring at that cut had her worried. He couldn't hide that cut because of not being allowed to do magic outside of school and Hermione was starting to wonder how many others were hidden under glamour charms.

Harry was indeed fixated with the cut on his arm, he was feeling dizzy, sick and overwhelmingly tired and his subconscious seemed to be saying that cut had something to do with it. Harry was well used to cuts like this they usually stopped bleeding after a few minutes but now four hours had passed since he noticed it and it was still slowly bleeding. The tiredness was getting hard to fight now and Harry decided to rest his eyes, not long after he did so he lost consciousness.

"Harry…Harry…HARRY," Hermione had been calling to her friend for ages now and still couldn't get a response and Ron was still at the food trolley. Harry looked truly awful and would not rouse. Hermione didn't think she could wait any longer, even though she was loath to leave Harry alone, Harry needed help now. Coming to a decision, she jumped up and ran for help.

The Goblin operative sighed in relief. The poison from his blade would wear off very soon and the Potter boy would wake up feeling weak but otherwise fine. The operative had worried that the stupid girl would never leave but finally she had. Knowing there were only minutes before Potter woke up the operative released the coupling and set the carriage alight. Grasping hold of the boys robes the operative jumped on the boy's chest and pulled the emergency brake chain before shouting Gringotts. Moments later the brakes on one side of the carriage locked, for the cables to the other side had been cut, causing the blazing carriage to lurch sideways off the rails tumbling down the hillside.

As the carriage was tumbling a small boy appeared in a cell inside Gringotts.