A/N: I've decided to try my hand at this crossover, though there is only a bare hint at the bottom that it even is a crossover at this point. For anyone curious, this will be slash, I hope you all enjoy this tale and continue to read on.
And now…
Onwards.
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine.
How could he have possibly have known what a mistake this night would be?
Luna had been his first clue; he supposed.
The beautiful fey like girl had handed him a small and oddly shaped moleskin pouch before wrapping him up in a tight and desperate hug, she seemed to be unwilling to let him go, and he was shocked to see tears in her normally dreamy eyes.
She had smiled at him oddly then, more so then usual.
"You'll need it Harry Potter." She whispered softly, her large blue eyes filled with clarity as small crystal tears fell down her pale cheeks. "Just don't forget-"
He wished he could have comforted her more; maybe even foolishly assure her that everything was going to be fine. Perhaps he should have asked her what she had wanted him to remember; maybe it would have even made a difference. But they were pressed for time and all he could think about was their silly mission.
Sadly, it was much too late for such thoughts now.
Even Ron and Hermione had been subdued that night. They had both hugged him longer then normal, he wondered now if perhaps they knew what would happen. But how could he he have known when all they had done was simply smile at him, swearing to follow him no matter where he would take them. Sweet Ginny had been the same, a loyal gryffindor through and through.
He wished so much it had gone differently.
An unspoken conversation had passed between Neville and him, their eyes locking as they both seemed to say their piece, and he had felt oddly content after that. Somehow he had known, almost instinctively that things would be fine, he saw the fire burning behind the taller boy's eyes and had known he would be the one.
Neville would help them, should the worst happen.
How was he ever to know?
When he had hugged them, when they had gone into that cursed building.
How was he ever to know…
That he would be the one to condemn them to hell.
They had followed a fool, and he made them suffer for it.
And even now… he would never be able to pay them back for such a slight.
Running.
For him, it came to him as easy as breathing.
His whole life till now all he had done was run after all.
As a young child he would run from his cousin's and uncles meaty fists. He would run and hide from them as his small chest tightened in pain from the lack of oxygen getting into his weak lungs. However the fear of pain would always have him push himself to the very limits, he had hoped so many times that they would never find him, that he could simply run forever.
Yet, they would always catch him in the end.
In Hogwarts, he would run headfirst into danger, when all he would rather do was run in the opposite direction.
He had lost count of just how many times he wished to escape from the madman after him, to simply live like a normal child, to worry about normal things.
But he had never had a choice in that matter, no matter how much he wished otherwise.
Spells flew overhead as they all ran, the only sound to be heard was their ragged breathing and the sound of heavy footsteps as their adrenaline started to wear down, only to be replaced with fear and fatigue.
There was a scream behind him as someone fell, but he couldn't turn to look back, couldn't help them.
They were all going to die, and it was his fault alone.
He could see their glassy eyes looking up at him, wide and hollow as they silently questioned him. Their haunted whispers filling his mind with a single unspoken question.
Why?
Why should he live while they died and suffered?
What made him better then them?
In the end those questions would remain unanswered.
When he stood in the veil room, facing the gruesome Death Eaters as they captured his friends one by one, their dark faces twisting with vindictive glee; all he had wished for was to run. It had been a trap, and as he looked into his friends eyes, he knew they had to blame him. It was his fault they were here, and it would be his fault if they died. Voldemort had stood proudly before him with a cold smirk on his serpentine face as he watched the hope leave his 'fated' enemy. He had cackled loudly then before pointing his wand at Harry.
They had lost.
And it was his fault.
When the Order finally arrived he had been filled with hope for one brilliant moment, for one moment he truly believed they would be saved, that they could go home, that they could all live and fight another day. All he hoped for was that this horrific night would finally be over.
Then Sirius fell through the veil.
At first, it felt as if time had stopped, Remus had lunged forward to grab him, the werewolf's fingers missing by a thread as he ran forward, barely noticing the chaos erupting around him.
Anger filled roars that seemed to reverberate in the hollow room as distant spells flashed by in the corner of his eyes. Faintly he knew his friends were screaming for him, perhaps begging him to stop.
But he couldn't, all his life he had been running.
And now?
He was tired.
He didn't want to run anymore.
Inwardly, he wondered if they would ever forgive him for this.
He felt his eyes close as the icy tendrils of the veil brushed against his skin, sending an odd chill down his spine.
Smiling softly to himself he jumped through, never once hearing the shouts of despair as everyone who loved him was forced to watch on.
On the 18th of June, 1996, the wizarding world lost their savior; Harry Potter.
After he was pronounced dead, a search of his vaults and belongs in the following days showed them all to be empty, besides a few odd books and articles of clothing, everything of his had mysteriously disappeared.
It was as if the boy had never existed.
The war would continue to rage on for many years, as the world rallied around the memory or their fallen savior; it would bring them hope against an overwhelming darkness.
When peace was finally brought to them, only one would remain that knew the truth of a certain green eyed boy.
But that; is a tale for another time.
Instead.
Somewhere far off, where a world of fickle minds and cruelty could no longer reach him, where no longer would anything be expected of him…
Harry Potter opened his eyes.
And screamed.
For as many know,
Death…
Is but the next great adventure.
A/N: After this will officially begin Harry's new life and the end of the wizarding world for quite some time. This story will probably only take place in Forks, so don't expect to ever see any familiar faces from Harry Potter Universe. I hope that you have all enjoyed this Prologue and will continue to read this tale. Also please leave a review if you can, I love it so when I see what people think of my stories.
Thank you.
Till next time.
