A/N: *Waves* Never figured myself to be doing a cross over this early on in my fandom life, but the idea bit me and so I ran with it. Hopefully this being my first attempt at such won't scare too many of you off, or that the way I merged the two universes won't be too much of a turn off. *nervous look* Oh right I should probably list my warnings and such now...
Warnings and Notes: I'm not adverse and in some instances, depending on pairings, am a slash fan so the potential of there being a guy/guy or girl/girl pairing is there depending on how things go as this is written. I'm also going to try and take my cue from DGM in turns of tone and though will try and put some more light hearted and attempted funny moments in here, this isn't going to veer into pure humor or crack for the majority of the fic and instead will be a bit on the serious and heavy side of the tone. This means potential for darker subject material and violence. There will probably be swearing and mentions of sexual acts though nothing in detail. Also there will be SPOILERS for the D. gray-man canon in recent chapters as I draw inspiration from it and figure out how to add it into this story. So if you are not caught up in the series or follow it regularly you may find things in here that might confuse you. I hopefully don't have to warn for any spoilering of the Harry Potter books as there will be elements from all books used at my discretion within here.
Also, I'm going to say it now instead of waiting until they are introduced but some of the Exorcists and Noah, to fit this setting have been modified a bit in age and for my own amusement and hopefully yours, in gender. That means some of the characters may be younger or older in this fic then they are in canon however I'm going to try and keep personalities as much the same as possible with only minor tweaks here and there to show they grew up differently. And about the gender issue I made Alma and Kanda both female, the reason why will be explained later on so yeah Fem!Kanda and Fem!Alma you have been warned.
Since this is getting a bit long I'll end now and anything new that needs warning about I'll add to the appropriate chapter. Thank you for that and on with the fic. Hope you like it.
Though you'll never find it written in any history book within this world, what I am about to tell you is that of the truth and clear picture of this world. For you see there once was a man who wanted to change the world and purge it of the sins that humanity had poisoned itself and the world with. He wanted to create once again the cleansing through destruction like that of the time when God told Noah to build an Ark. However noble this act would seem to many when one looks out across the land and the vile and corrupt nature many of mankind fall into.
There is one flaw within this 'kind' act of purification.
The one who denounces humanity does so at the same time that he blasphemies God. With methods that are far from that of a manner to liken it to the will of God he helps people commit a great sin that many are unaware of when they bend their knees in prayer. To call back the souls who had died and gone on to be placed back into the arms of God. It was this act that had God turn his back upon this man that had once been right, and thus, the man who had done this all for God became bitter and started it all again. Claiming now that the God of humans was the false God that needed to be destroyed along side the pitiful creatures known as humans.
This began the Hidden War fought by the Apostles of God in the Vatican and the clan of Noah led by the Millennium Earl. Both sides raged and fought one another neither side seeming to fall or surpass the other for many years. Until a young boy appeared that could tip tides of the war in the favor of either side.
The war kept one for another number of years and then suddenly stopped. As if it had never occurred at all. The evidence and documents that were brought about by this war were destroyed by order of the current Pope of the time. Believing that most of the experiments and procedures they had to allow in the name of survival and the war were to finally end and never be repeated again upon another human. An optimistic hope that few truly believed in as the church as a whole swept those dark times into a corner in hopes to never have to repeat them again.
At the dawn of a new century the acts were repeated again.
This time with better results as new technology was employed, and a few furtive individuals brought along knowledge of a different kind. Of a magic that was like, but yet completely different from the alchemical studies and Forbidden Arts that a few salvaged documents hinted about in a time no one alive had seen. This wizardry at first was seen as what it was, magic, but for those who studied the preserved vials of Akuma blood and the steps in which to create a creature like but unlike an Akuma, it was broken down into that of a scientific procedure and not an art form any longer. Analyzing it to find why one person could use it and another couldn't, and finding ways around it all. Succeeding in a way their predecessors had not been able to with their limited resources and lack of time due to the war. Creating a Second Exorcist that had the benefits of it's prototypes from the Eighteenth and Nineteenth centuries.
Though better it was just a repeat, the first repeated step of long ago that would be forgotten as the new war began to brew in continuation of the one before. Only with a mixture of a melody that had been absent the last time this waltz had begun.
Harry Potter never thought of himself as anything but ordinary, even with dreams of a flying motorcycle and how he was blamed for a teacher's toupee changing colors in class. Even the way that his Aunt and Uncle would look at him in fear was not something that he thought strange, having no actual friends, thanks to Dudley, to compare their actions against. Oh he knew in his little seven year old head that he was different somehow from the other kids in his class when he was the only one who had to wear the hand me downs of his overly large cousin when all the other children wore clothing, that though may not be brand new, actually fit them.
He was a bright boy and had a good idea of right and wrong, but in his childish views of things accepted it as just how it was supposed to be. Because everyone always said grown ups know what they are doing and so his Aunt and Uncle couldn't really be wrong in how they treated him, even if he did think it was unfair when he let his temper rule his thoughts. So he accepted that life of doing chores when Dudley got to play games and lounge around, that he would never get a birthday or Christmas present when Dudley would get more and more gifts every year. This was his life and he had learned very young a lesson most do not learn until they are close to adulthood.
Life is never fair and then you die.
Death was a sudden and unexpected surprise to the young child that he didn't even know it had happened before his eyes opened once again months later in an odd sort of tube of red liquid. With no clue where he was or even who he was as people in white coats helped him out and began prodding him with odd instruments.
Though Harry Potter was considered dead because of illness and malnutrition his acceptance of life did not die as well as wide green eyes behind curly black bangs stared out at those who called him another success and named him.
The Wizarding world had no clue at all of this and would not until four years later when a certain eleven year old was not on the records of potential students of Hogwart's academy.