Disclaimer: I don't own Warhammer, Gaunt's Ghosts, Harry Potter or any characters or ideas connected to aforementioned sources. The only things I own in this story are the plot line and any OCs that appear.

Imperial Guard Drop ship, descending from orbit, 31st of August 1999, 0900 hours Standard Terrain time

He was terrified. That was the only way to describe it. The drop ship rattled like it was about to come apart at the joints. He recalled the briefing that Domor, Sergeant Domor had given them back in Orbit. It was a planet almost identical to pre-crusade Terra, according to the records available to high command, the technology, culture, borders and geography were identical. The only noticeable difference from the records was the blank spots on the sensors. These occurred in an apparently random pattern all across the planet.

The only similarities in these 'blind spots', so called by Sgt. Domor, was the large amount of contained warp energy held within something that appeared similar to a void shield in nature. The scouts sent down to seek out suitable landing zones had found nothing but rolling green plains with a derelict castle, forest and a large lake. They also described a feeling of being watched and that they had forgot something. Because the area was a large plain, it had been chosen as the LZ, it was also reasoned by Command that if their sensors couldn't find anything there then the much more primitive sensors of the planets sensors wouldn't be able to find them. The natives also spoke Low Gothic.

But ever since the LZ had been chosen he hadn't been able to shake a bad feeling about the drop. Now that feeling had been justified. As soon as his drop ship, the first in the formation incidentally, had pass the ten thousand foot mark the engines stuttered and died while the rest of the drop ships had reported that the ships were refusing input from the main and all secondary consoles while they returned to the carriers in orbit.

Apparently it was as if the ships Machine spirits had taken over, going by the Vox-exchanges he could hear. "Ten thousand feet to impact! One thousand! Five hundred! One hundred! Brace for impact!" he could hear the pilot over the roar of the ships uncontrolled descent. As the pilot shouted out the one hundred mark he got a glance out of the forward view screen.

It would have been breathtaking, if they hadn't been hurtling at the castle at a few hundred miles per hour. There was a beautifully magnificent castle. To one side was a large mass of trees and a largish Hut. Somewhere in between the forest and the castle was a gnarly looking tree with violently swinging branches. On the other side was a large body of water with some tentacles waving out of it.

It only took him a few seconds to take all this in before there was a large crash and he lost consciousness.

Headmasters Office, Hogwarts, Somewhere in Scotland, 31st of August 1999, 0900 hours standard Terrain time

Albus Dumbledore was having a good day. Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, was going to be on the Hogwarts Express on his way to his first year at Hogwarts and the Philosophers Stone was secured in the bowels of the school, protected by measures put in place by the staff.

He had been having a good day until the large metal machine crashed through the roof of his office. After he had recovered from the shockwave he sent a Patronus message to each member of the staff and called the House elves to open an entrance to the, well he didn't know exactly what it was but he thought it was a ship.

As soon as the staff had arrived and the door was open, they all rushed into the machine. What they found shocked them even more than the machine. The hold of the ship had contained numerous packs of equipment, weapons and other items. There was only one passenger. And he was about eleven years old. He was dressed in skin tight black vest, black cargo pants, black equipment webbing and a strange cloak that shifted and shimmered as it moved. It seemed to shift in colour to roughly match the back ground. "How interesting. It seems like a primitive version of an invisibility cloak. How do you think he got his hands on it?" Albus Dumbledore commented "Well we'd best get him to the hospital wing, those scrapes look pretty bad."

This is just an idea I got. Review to tell me what you think!