A Bloody Red Dawn And A New Beginning.
AN Note's I finely have a Beta reader called Mistress Ashley's,
Thanks to her kind work, she has helped improved this story of ours.
She has kindly beta my first two chapters of our fic, and she's working on the next two chapters.
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and Eric Kripke created Supernatural.
I do not own either of the Books, Films or the TV-Shows by CW Television Network,
Hey to all of you, david9999 and (Chrystal Malfoy-Potter) are co-writing this fic together.
We're writing this Crossover fic for fun. We hope you enjoy reading it.
Pairing will be Sam/Jess/Harry. Rated M. It will have both a mix of slash and het if you don't like it I would suggest you read something else.
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Chapter One: A Lone Survivor.
The Last Battle at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was a deadly and bloody one.
Most of the staff and students died while fighting Voldemort and his Death Eaters. Only Harry Potter, a seventeen year old wizard student, stood fighting the Dark Lord alone. His friends, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny had died a little while ago, killed during the skirmish.
Both fighters circled each other, each looking for an opportunity to kill their opponent in this deadly duel.
"Harry Potter, The Boy-Who-Lived … but not for long. You will die here today, Potter, and there is nothing you can do about it this time." said Voldemort, wand raised preparing to cast one of those Dark curses.
"You may kill me, Riddle, but there will always be someone there to stop you in the end," the young fighter replied.
Pointing his wand in a familiar gesture, Tom Marvelo Riddle, aka 'I am Lord Voldemort', answered. "We shall see; say goodbye, Harry Potter." He then raised his wand and shouted, "Avada Kedavra".
Harry, tired though he was from what felt like hours of fighting, managed to throw himself to the side. He felt the curse, death given flight (how oddly appropriate), ruffle his hair as it passed. He panted from the ground. That had been far too close. He hefted himself painfully from the ground, barely giving himself time to regain his balance before he returned with a spell of his own. "Reducto!"
The curse flew through the air, and Harry watched in horror as it was batted from the air with a negligent wave of Voldemort's wand. The Dark Lord was fresh and new, but Harry was shaking and near exhaustion. He wouldn't be able to put up much more fight.
This thought was proven correct when Voldemort's wand spat another Killing Curse.
As Harry watched the eerie, green Killing Curse moving towards him, he knew in his heart that there was no way out for him this time.
As the deadly, green light hit, he saw his whole life flash before his eyes and wished there was something, anything, he could do to stop this madness.
A mysterious voice spoke in his mind: 'You wish to have a chance to stop this wizard, do you?'
Harry thought carefully before he answered. 'Yes, I wish I could stop him before he destroys what's left of my world and the Muggle one too."
The voice replied, 'So be it, I shall grant you this power but beware, when the time comes I shall be back to ask something of you in return. You will have no choice but to do as I say or I shall end you for good. Until we meet again, young wizard.'
As Harry was revived, he got up to see a shocked Voldemort who immediately stopped laughing over the death of his enemy.
"What, but ... how in Merlin's name are you alive, boy? I killed you," spluttered the Dark Lord.
"I don't have a clue, but I know now that I have the power to stop you forever." The young boy replied, watching fear form in the Dark Lord's eyes.
An idea popped into Harry's head, making him raise both of his wands his own phoenix feather wand in his left hand and in his right hand was the Elder wand. He then said, "Say goodbye, Tom Riddle," and he shouted, "Aguamenti."
A great big stream of water shot from the Elder wand, hitting Voldemort dead on target, while with his left hand, the young boy shot many bolts of lightning at his enemy.
To the surprise of them both, Voldemort crumbled to the ground, shouting:
"Ahhh, you can't do this to me, Potter. I am immortal. I can not DIE!"
But the opposite was laying in front of their eyes. With his dying breath, Harry's enemy said, "You may have killed me now, Potter, but the war between good and evil is far from over."
As Harry watched his mortal enemy die, he saw a great big cloud of blackness leave the body. As he was about to rise his wand again, he got the urge to raise his left hand and shoot a more powerful version of lighting at the black cloud. It yelled in pain before vanishing into thin air.
Harry lay panting on the ground looking at his hand. Frightened, he yelled, " What was that? What's happening to me?"
As Harry looked among the ruins of what was once a great castle, a school for more then one-thousand years, as well the place he called home, he saw the body of Ron who had died, wand in his hand while fighting Lucius Malfoy during the battle.
"Ron, no you can't die! Not here, not when we were so close to ending this," the young boy, no man, sobbed.
He kept looking. Not far away, the body of Hermione lay, wand still in her hand, with a very dead Bellatrix Lestrange. His tears flowed down his face, wiping his cheeks clean of grime, blood, and dust before falling on his best female friend's cheek, forming a black tear on the very dirty face.
"Hermione, not you too. Goodbye, sister of my heart, I hope you and Ron will be happier in the next life."
He kept on walking, wishing in his heart that the next person would not be someone he knew and loved. To his horror, Harry saw Ginny's body. Ginny, who had died while fighting two Death Eaters, taking them down with her.
"Ginny, my love, you can't die, not here, not like this. We were going to get married, remember?" He closed her eyes and kissed her bloody red lips. "Good-bye, my love, I will always remember and love you. Goodbye, my fire heart, until we meet again."
Harry buried the bodies of his friends as well as the rest of the staff of Hogwarts. Walking around, he found and buried the rest of the bodies he found, ranging from students he learned with to those he had barely known. Finally, he met Nearly Headless Nick, the Gryffindor's ghost.
"So, the Last Battle is over at last, but at such a great cost. All those who should have had a future, snuffed out. What will you do now, Harry? Will you stay and help us rebuild or will you disappear? I would not blame you, for you suffered so much." came the whispery voice of Sir Nick.
"I do not know, Nick, but I think I will leave. Too many memories, mostly sad, are connected to the Wizarding world. Maybe going somewhere else will help." An idea popped into his head. "I heard that America is a great place for those who are magical to disappear. It is vast and considered uncivilized. Nobody will be looking for me there."
The idea seemed more and more appealing. Harry did not think it was weird for him to have such an idea in his head, almost as if somebody, or something, was controlling his thoughts and feelings. For all his sadness and grief had mysteriously stayed low, not allowing him to want to join his friends in death. "Maybe I can go to college, I think Hermione would have loved that, and try to figure out what I will do with my future. It will also help me find a way to control this weird power without the others shunning me for something I do not know how to use."
The ghost nodded at this. "Good luck, young Harry, may light shine your way."
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A few days later, Harry went to the Leaky Cauldron. He walked by Tom, the bar keeper, and the other people who were having a drink or a meal, and exited the pub to go to Diagon Alley and, by consequence, Gringotts. It was amazing what a baseball cap and some coloured contacts could do to hide a person's appearance, without making it suspicious. Of course, the coloured contacts were just in case, since the scar was the only visible thing that showed who he was.
As he entered the bank, he saw the goblins were busy as ever. Looking around, he found the first Goblin who had brought him to his vault when he was just an eleven-years-old boy. He went towards him.
"Griphook, may I borrow a moment of your time, please?"
Looking up, Griphook saw a teenaged boy with a baseball cap and blue eyes. Suspicious, the goblin replied, " Yes of course. How can help you? Please inform me also to how you knew my name."
Harry laughed an removed the cap. "Surely you have not forgotten my voice, you were the first goblin who took me to my vault when I visited this place for the first time." At the site of the famous lightning bolt scar, Griphook recognised the speaker. He sat up straighter and waited for this particular customer to continue. "I would like to take convert half of my vault into Muggle money. I plan to go live in America. Is there a way for me to have my money without having to go to Gringotts every time? Oh, before I forget, I will need a valid passport and visa to go live there. Could you take care of that, please?"
Griphook was smiling, which wasn't a pleasant thing with all those teeth that were ... filed? "Right away, sir. The paperwork shall be done free of charge as a thanks for getting rid of You-Know-Who. As for your money problem, Gringotts shall provide you with a magical credit card. It will automatically convert your money into any currency in the Muggle world. However, there shall be a small fee. Twenty galleons for the credit card and at the end of the month, 3 percent of the total sum of money that was spent during the month shall be taken as a currency converting charge. We still have to run a business but I think that the first six months shall be free of charge for helping us. We will not be doing this afterwards."
"Thank you for this generous reward. I am grateful since I know how you goblins love your money, no disrespect of course."
"None taken. Here is your credit card, visa, and passport. If you need to come visit us again, please owl us so that we can send you a portkey to the new location of Gringotts in America. We change locations every two months."
Harry took everything and Apparated out of Diagon Alley with a crack.
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Harry chose to leave by flying on an airplane. Looking out the window, he thought to himself, 'I wonder, what will the future hold?', and promptly fell asleep on the ride that will change his life.
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Coming soon Chapter 2 A New Start. Did you like it or hate it? Should we keep working on the story please tell one of us.