Harry Potter / Chucky crossover

Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Harry Potter or Chucky, only copies of the movies and books and I'd be mad to claim otherwise.

Doll's and Dresses

By: Mage-Alia

Chapter 1: Unusual Family.

Summary: The day Harry gets home after the Fifth year he receives a large package with a letter from a relative he never knew he had. Now he's forced to run because of his new legacy, as he takes over the guardianship of his childlike great uncle Glen Tilly, sometimes known as Shitface.

A/N: Hi all! I was thinking again (a very dangerous exercise I assure you) and I came up with this. Like all my stories the first chapter is the trial run so tell me what you think about it. As far as the time lines are concerned it's set after Seed of Chucky and like I mentioned in the Summary, just after Hp and OotP. I don't think I'll be including much from HBP so it will kinda be an alternate reality fic…

Anywhoooo… just read and enjoy.

The Dursley's weren't talking to him.

Harry savored the blessed silence even if it was for the most pat forced by the threats of the order. Uncle Vernon kept looking at him in the rear view mirror, his beady eyes bulging slightly in rage while his face went back and forth between red and white. Aunt Petunia was sitting in the front seat beside him looking steadfastly at the road ahead, her lips pressed in a tight line that told him clearly that she'd love more than anything just to turn around and give him a tongue lashing. Dudley was in the back with Harry, eyeing him apprehensively as he tried to squeeze his bulk against the door. The boy wizard wasn't paying him any attention as he carefully stroked Hedwig through the bars of her cage from where it sat in his lap. It had been that or looking her in the boot with his trunk.

When they got back to Privet Drive the Dursley's all vacated the car as fast as possible, leaving Harry to drag in his luggage on his own. He'd barely made it to the front door when a currier van pulled up to the curb. A non descript delivery man got out and retrieved a large box from the back before wheeling it up the garden path.

"Is this the Dursley residence?" He asked, checking a clipboard. Harry nodded and the man gave a slightly relieved grin. "Good, I've been looking for it all day but for some reason I kept of getting the wrong house." He pulled a large envelope from behind the clipboard. "I've got a package for one Harry Evans, is he here?" Harry blinked for a moment wondering what the hell was going on until he realized what the man was talking about. Whoever had sent the package was using his mother's maiden name instead of Potter and since there where no other Harry's in the Dursley house hold he could only assume it was him.

"I'm him." He said quietly and the deliveryman eyed him before handing over the clipboard.

"Please sign here." He instructed and Harry almost signed with Potter before he changed direction and wrote Evans in slightly awkward script. The man gave it a quick look and shrugged before leaving the box on the path and handing him the envelope. It sat heavily in his hand weighted down by the contents.

"Well, that's all then. Have a nice day!" With that he returned to the van and left to do whatever else it was that deliverymen did. Harry stared down at the box and sighed before he went about taking everything to his room. Around half an hour later Harry sat on his bed in the smallest bedroom with the Box on the floor before him and the letter in hand.

'I wonder who would be sending anything to me?' He thought to himself as he tipped the contents of the envelope onto the blanket beside him. There where two things, a thick wad of papers folded neatly together and a large square amulet made of a dull gray metal set with a large red stone. Harry took a moment to study it and noted the words carved into the back and the runes that ringed the stone on the front. He put it aside as he opened the letter.

Dear Harry,

If this letter has reached you it is because I am now dead and there is no other member of our family alive. This letter has been charmed to find the heir to our family regardless of what they know about magic.

You are born of the LeRay line, a family that practices very powerful Voodoo Magic. It's a tradition that has been carried on by them over the centuries and when a man or woman marries into the family they learn as well. However, your mother was an exception. My daughter, your grandmother, Glenda Tilly was imprisoned in an asylum for life shortly after the birth of her baby girl. Before I could claim custody I was forced into hiding with her brother. The girl was put up for adoption and vanished into the system. She had been a beautiful child… she even had my green eyes.

Harry stared at the last bit in surprise. He'd received his eye color from his great grandmother?

Putting the stray thought aside he read on.

However, our family is also cursed with a history of killers. Your great grandfather Charles is testament to that. You might have heard of his exploits at some time or another. He was a Serial Killer that plagued the United States for some time before he was caught and executed for his crimes. However, he was wearing a magical amulet that allowed his soul to live on inside a doll. I was obsessed with him and at one point, after he'd been defeated I brought him back to life, only to have him kill me and imprison me in a doll myself.

I managed to send him back to the grave once I'd found a new body but he stubbornly returned to the living through Glenda. He didn't know about her daughter therefore will not find you, if he does manage to carry on his transfers. Before he kills me I will send this to you along with a doll. This doll contains the sleeping soul of my son. Read the words on the back of the amulet and it will awaken him. Since he was born as a doll through magic he could return to it at any time he wished. In spite of being your great Uncle he is still very young and will need all the love and guidance he can get. Learn our family art and protect him and yourself from Chucky.

Love your Grandmother,

Jennifer Tilly (aka Tiffany LeRay)

As the letter signed off Harry set it on the bed before he let out a groan of frustration. He didn't need this, not now.

It was a shock to say the least to discover that he'd had family from his mother's side hidden away, but it was even more so to find out they where all dead, killed by one of their own. Putting his head in his hands he flinched as his thoughts went back to the other person who had died. He may not have known Sirius all that long but he had represented the glimmer of hope that one day he would be free of the Dursley's and the chaos of the wizarding world with people who loved him. He'd also been a big link back to the parents he'd never really known but for the glimpse he got when the Dementors got to close. His fingers entwined with his hair and gripped hard but he didn't cry. He'd been crying for so long he had nothing left to give. His life hadn't been perfect and he was beginning to accept that he would never just be normal. The thought left him with a hollow void where his building emotions had drained away in the wake of his tears.

How he focused on that void and plunged in. Everything just melted away from his mind until only he was left, no anger, no frustration, just him. Coming out of his mind he turned his attention to the box on the floor, remembering the letter he slid off the bed to his knees beside it and began to peel away the tape that held it closed. There, in a bed of packing foam was one of the ugliest dolls he'd ever seen. It was large, standing around two feet tall with dirty red hair that stuck in every direction and a narrow, bony face. It's eyes where open and Glen Tilly stared at him with lifeless dark blue glass orbs. The skin was plastic, almost white, and on his visible wrist was the stamp Made in Japan. His mouth was slightly open and Harry could see two neat rows of small pointed teeth. Looking further down he noted that he was wearing a dark blue turtleneck sweater, made for a small child and black shorts that covered knobby knees.

'Just like mine.' Harry thought absently as he pulled Glen all the way out of the box. Little sneakered feet came free and Harry set him down on the bed, sitting up so he could see him. 'What to do now?' he wondered, his eyes falling to the amulet once more. He knew perfectly well that this could be one big hoax created by Voldemort to kill him but for some reason he knew that wasn't the case. The dark lord had been eerily silent since the incident at the ministry. The teen ran his fingertips lightly over the writing and sighed. What was there to loose?

"Ade due damballa awake!" Above him the light flickered, plunging the room into a gray twilight as the sun sank beneath the horizon, leaving only a faint light to see by. An unnatural breeze rippled through the room and Harry peered through the flickering light at the doll on the bed. At first it didn't move as a gust of wind rattled the house from outside then he blinked. Blue eyes widened and become aware. Harry backed away as he shifted on the bed, looking around the dim room until his eyes met Harry's and the flickering stopped. The winds died as the light came back on and there was silence. Finally Glen raised a pale hand and gave him a small, hesitant wave.

"Hello."

Well, that's it for the first chapter! Tell me what you think! As you might have guessed Harry isn't going to be all gloomy and depressed. He might have a few random bouts of angst but other than that he'll act somewhat normal. Although, the family "Illness" will shine through on occasion to. Something will happen and he'll need to grow a think skin to handle it so to speak.

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Cya