Harry Potter and the Pattern of Fate Book 1 Chapter 1, a Harry Potter + Wheel of Time Crossover fanfic

Harry Potter and the Pattern of Fate

HP/WOT Fanfiction

Rating: Mature

Genres: Fantasy/ Romance

Characters: Harry, Hermione, Neville

By: SadSack 77

Disclaimer: I am not J. or Robert Jordan and their worlds of Harry Potter and the Wheel of Time. These two created the fun little worlds I have decided to play in with no thought of profit to myself. So I promise that if I did own these I wouldn't have had Hermione with Ron, though I would have been happy to see her be married to Rand al'Thor.

Author's Note:

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Hello dear readers and hopefully fellow travelers along the road of this tale. This is meant to be the sole major note for this entire series. This is not a poll style fanfiction with many reader requests taken to shape and shift the story to fit the masses' preferences. Indeed this tale is more or less written in full before publishing here. Please do not reject the work out of hand as it is a fair tale to travel and an honour to put forth here to you, the reader by its humble writer, me. This is also a fanfiction created to meld two greatly loved series into one story in hopes of encouraging readership of both as well as other related fanfictions.

I must point out that to me fanfiction is merely a realm of possibilities written down purely for the pleasure of seeing alternative paths. Some series are excellently planned and feel right more or less as they are. This is the case of Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time, as I have discovered to my great joy since picking up the first book decades ago. Growing up reading the franchise has set me on the beautiful path of a bookworm. A past time that is set ablaze with so many great works of all time and the not so magnificent but pleasurable. This latter grouping is where I place the infinitely fun romp of J. K. Rowling's Harry Potter books. Fanfiction as I see it has provided a way for me to settle some discomforts with these light reads. Thus I have came to why I have chosen to meld a concept in the Wheel of Time - that of all tales being a part of a complex web of mirror worlds and outcomes to major events- in order to seek peace with the many unaddressed flaws of Harry Potter's heroic tale. A rather windy way of saying that this is less cannon and more Alternate Universe, or Expanded Universe as I call it.

This is where things get dicey, even while adding spice to the tasty tea of both series. Take fair warning here that the reading of this fiction will be fraught with the hazards of spoilers for those that have not read either base series. This can not be helped though I have tried to not give the whole plot away for you. Some things will not be right however if I do not write of their effects on the story and characters.

With all that said I must in good faith include a few more basic warnings to you dear reader.

First and foremost is that this is not a tale for the immature. To write this any other way would dishonour the work of Jordan which is not a teenaged tale. This is also not to say that there will be less than savory convoluted chapters packed with far too much citrus rated moments. Then again there will be some sensuality, violence, adult situations, drinking and drug references, and much more. Please do not read this to a child that loves Potter as it may well hurt that love. Also there will be character death, harems, miner Dumbledore and Weasley bashing, a very powerful Harry and Company, and some dark events effecting these characters. Again necessary to balance the ways of magic that Jordan laid out along with the world he left us as his legacy.

This is all I will say beyond that I have no ownership to either the Wheel of Time or Harry Potter books. They are the properties of J.K. Rowling and Robert Jordan's estate.

Warnings: (All apply for the full series.)

Harry: Powerful, independent, intelligent, and grim

Dumbledore: Minor mild bashing, fallible, good, old

Weasleys: Some bashing for Ron, Molly, and Percy but redeemed. Ginny is a good girl.

Ships: Harry/ Multi; Hermione, Ginny, Luna, Daphne, and a Patil (read to find out who else ;) )

Neville/ a Patil ;)

Fred/ Angelina

George/ Alicia

Sirius/ OC

Remus/ OC

Blaise/ Tracey

Amelia B./ OC

World: Dark AU

Mature: violence, grim character arches, adult situations, drug and alcohol use, harsh language, and sensuality (all types of relationships discussed in the tale Hetero, Slash, FemSlash, May/December, group, non-con, and more; You've been warned!)

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Prologue :Forbidden Discoveries

Rough winds tossed the ship about as the crew worked feverishly to save their scientific vessel along with what they had discovered below the storm tossed surface of the once calm waters. What had been a clear placid day was now a sailor's nightmare, a phantasmal White Squall. Blowing in just as the giant obelisk out of the warm tropical waters of the Carribean but before they could manage to secure it to the deck. Some were already losing their cool logical facade with cries of the lost treasure being cursed because of it.

At over thirty five feet and seemingly made of a single piece of solid metal, which was engraved with a variety of familiar and unfamiliar symbols, it tantalized the oceanic archeological expedition. A private organization had sent them to this out of the way bit of sea to find anything inexplicable. This strange unnatural object more than counted as just such. If not for sighting the heretofore undiscovered ruins of a temple complex where there was supposedly none, they might have missed it. As it were they had to drag it out from an ancient coral reef and from in-between massive stone pillars of some sort, it was an amazingly undamaged find that defied logic. For being lost in the ocean for millennia, it was in perfect condition and gave off a strange radiological signature. Not even a mishap with a hoist hook damaged it but it did destroy any use of communication devices or sonar.

Unfortunately the storm was possibly lost in the static they had been in since excavating the treasure. A terrifying event that threatened to not only lose this find but also send their ship to the bottom alongside the ruins the edifice once called home. Just one more bit of history drowned out here like the lost squadron of World War II fighters, a coal burning ship from the 1800s, and a missing merchant vessel from the turn of the century. More were out there but those were the closest to the ruins. Just more amazing finds if not for the fear they may soon join the giant refuse heap of the region.

"Secure it" roared a man with a long beard and old style round rimmed glasses at a passing wild eyed crewman.

"Are you bloody mental?" The effing things gonna sink us in this" screamed the sailor who had been battening down as to try and weather this deadly sea storm, "Give it the heave or it'll be us down there visiting those other poor sods."

"Do as I say or I'll find another fellow with far more sense. This is the most significant find in our times. Its proof! Proof of an original, singular civilization." The bearded fellow declared while grabbing a hold of the crewman's soaked dungaree shirt. "We've found our true ancestors you simple minded fool. They are our Adam and Eve down there."

"We'll be ruddy well joining them long term if we keep the bloody thing. It weighs more than we can take on in this sort of weather. Which is more fuckin' important, our lives or a giant metal eyesore?" the sailor said with a shove to dislodge the first man. "I have a ruddy family and want to still be-" He was cut off as the beared man had pulled out a pistol.

"You will do as I say if you want to see that family you cherish. Now secure it We'll make for land then." A mad gleam could be made out in the rain soaked face of the first man. " I will see it safe at all cost. It matter more than any of us. We can die but it must make landfall!"

Backing off the sailor sets to work with a nervous eye for the unhinged academic. Unfortunately the ship's second crane pulled lose from its moorings and the swung free to sweep the deck clean including the pair of hapless men. Tossed overboard and into the frothing waves of the sea they were momentarily dazed, but not for long as the edifice provided a shift in the raging angry waters. A massive wave that had been about to drown the ship had instead sunk them while ramming the monstrous metal artifact into the ship.

Struggling to swim back up to the surface, the sailor saw to his horror that not only had the once proud science vessel been breeched amidships, but with a twisting yank the metal artifact was picked up and plunged into it like some massive dagger. A veritable coup de gras as it severed the keel as it passed through the ships heart. A sight that had the sailor cursing the idiocies of academic sorts. His words seemed to summon the bearded man as the fellow now broke the surface of the waves, but unlike the old sea dog he looked in a bad way. More when the man saw the murderous treasure be reclaimed by the deep.

"You've lost it" the bearded academic raged and swam towards it and was caught up in the now sinking ships vortex.

Trying to not have the same fate, the sailor swam frantically away, becoming the sole witness to the third or forth inexplicable event of this expedition. The sudden deadly storm simply disappeared with his ship's passing, leaving him alone and sobbing for his lost mates.

Bobbing along near him was the exploration vessel's zodiac which had been freed by a bit of the ship's radio tower sheering away the rope holding the boat to the stern. Crawling into it he prays he can make it to land and back home safely. He also prays that he could see his children one more time. What he had witnessed here horrified him yes, but did not completely surprise him either. Try as he might ignore magic before today, even seeing his estranged strangely gifted daughter would cheer him. This was all her sorts cup of tea, but unlike it she was a mere child he had disgracefully cast aside.

"I'm so sorry." he wept to the now clear and sunny sky above. "I'm so sorry."

Below the surface the ship had fell in two parts. One rolled away and down a slope that had once held wide stairs leading to the promontory. The other took up residence beside the rest of the lost minutia of ages. Just one more bit of rubbish from the unwary past. As for the bearded man, he had swam as deep as he could ever down and towards his ancient treasure.

While the obelisk returned towards its home the mad man followed. A longing, unthinking lust guided him in his pursuit. Unfortunately he had to breath at some point, when he did a fact of human life became apparent to him too late. Man was not as a fish, water was only meant for drinking.

After a few lucid panic stricken moments of writhing and seeking air he passed away. Slowly his corpse made its way down and came to rest on a pile. A macabre pile even more a marker of the forgotten past than the graveyard of sea and air craft. Negligently the awkward currents of the area laid him beside a skeleton of a man in a U.S. Army Air corps uniform and one of a fifteenth century conquistador. All three were laying oddly prostrate and reaching out towards the far metal artifact. Them and thousands of others with them like a grim mob of lost supplicants that the world had forever cast aside in the stately march of time.

Re-situating itself on its stone dias the obelisk began to glow an eerie shade of greenish blue. Its many markings came aflame with other lights as the sea settled. One in very center and larger than all the rest was of a serpent tied in a locking knot around a few of the seven spokes of a massive wheel. All of the other marks swirled around this one for a moment till coming to rest in the places they were originally.

Far way from this tragedy, those whom had been trying to re-establish contact with the lost vessel for weeks now heard a funny noise that burst from their speakers. It was clearly from a an intelligent source by it near musical rhythm and intonation. Then there was nothing but white noise once more. Dread filled most at that point as many had friends on the now doomed expedition. Others had saw this as their best hope of uncovering the past they knew would reshape the world. But for all it was a day of unimaginable loss.

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Trudging through the frozen landscape of the northern stretches, three men, five women, and a few teams of sled dogs were desperately trying to reach an odd land formation. Shaped similar to a man made hill, it nonetheless could not be. This was supposedly a flat land by all their aerial surveys made over the years of this region. Yet it was real and before them, plus it offered sanctuary from a coming storm that had been building for the last couple of hours.

Working lash and hard commands, the expedition urged the dogs to hurry. Some protection from the high cold winds was better than none. Yes they had tents, but wind was wind. It would be best to hide rather than ride it out. Only a pure blind fool would dare dream that a mere stretch of canvas was capable of holding back the frigid might of the Arctic. Thus they were fighting their way towards this supposedly nonexistent refuge they prayed to be in time. Pop up tents were quick but the windy storm was quicker than that they feared. Storms did not play nice in places such as this. An unnatural feel to the area struck them and their dogs. Balking inexplicably the hearty huskies stopped with their tails tucked accompanied by terrified yowls. No lash or angrily barked command would move them farther. Getting off to drag their recalcitrant hounds the humans were stunned when the beasts shot off back into the oncoming storm.

Why would the crazy pooches do that was a question none could or had time to answer. Now bereft of supplies and the storm threatening to catch them out, they had no choice but to carry on in their course. Many were openly weeping prayers or curses as they fought on towards the offered sanctuary. Running through the forming snowdrifts and cutting gale force winds the humans were terrified, beyond certain that a frigid death awaited them this day.

Soon it became everyone for themselves alone. Reason had left, only terror and a primal need to survive guided them. A couple of the women and one of the men finally pulled up. Fear had reached deep into their subconscious. Together they looked upon the strange unknown hillock and as one turned to flee back after their dogs. The rest pressed on, some even shaking their heads in amazement at such an idiotic act. However it was not long till another woman and the remaining two men also turned away, taking flight as the others had. Leaving the last two women to pause and stare in disbelief after their one time stalwart compatriots.

Safety seemed only a hundred or so yards away. But then these last two saw themselves as by far more logical and the natural leaders of this now dissolved band of adventurers. Both were considered some of the most brilliant people alive today. Lists as long as their arms existed of their degrees and honours. Few humans were their mental equals, thus primal panic did not exist in them. Clearly they were once more shown the most logical and rational.

Together they worked to reach the refuge. Hand in hand they battled the elements on their way towards this unknown goal. Where the rest would surely perish, they would live.

Along the way one of the women, the younger of the pair steps into an unseen crevasse. At first her compatriot and mentor tries to aid her, but ultimately has too let go when younger's head banged hard against a stone out jut that vaguely resembled a part man part goats face. Seeing that blood and life was leaving the unfortunate youthful scholar, the older woman pulled back in shock.

Now all alone the woman struggles on more carefully to not end up as her one time companion. She would live, she had too.

At the foot of the strange hill was a man made structure. By her best guess it was a gate of some sort that was elaborately engraved from what she could see. Seeking to open the entry she could logically be safe inside. However there seemed to be no discernable way to pries it open as none of the art work held any edge or handhold. Taking a gamble she removed her gloves and tries to feel about again.

A mistake as the freezing stonework seals her bare flesh to it. Now panicking she gives a yank and leaves a layer of skin and blood behind. A deep rumble is heard and now her arrogant assurance in her logical mind is shattered at the full weight of the terror her fellows had felt earlier. Unfortunately seeping out of the stone from where her flesh was till gruesomely still attached was a black miasma of wrongness. This frozen flesh startlingly began to smoke and sizzle as if left on a white hot skillet.

"It's been too long." she thought she heard in the depths of her mind and around her.

Turning to flee as her less dismissive fellows had earlier, she trips and falls as the evil vapor surrounds her. The woman didn't even get a chance to scream, nor did she leave a corpse as the foul unholy mist absorbed her whole.

Far away her first compatriots had reached the dogs and the sanctuary of the groups tents just in time for themselves and the petrified dogs. When the storm passed them they couldn't find their compatriots or the strange hill. If not for the horse horrified screaming of the trapped and badly injured scholar, they would have sworn the storm had nightmarishly swallowed the others. By what the girl shrieked it might have.

"We're all doomed!" she wailed over and over except when they pulled her out of the strange carved out ditch. She grasped a hold of the man with madness in her eyes. "WE WE'RE WRONG! We're all wrong! There is a hell and I've seen its master. Nothing is as it seems. HE COMES! Beg mercy and pray for death."

One of the other women noted that the ditch held a frozen stone carved in an alien language. Yet when they tried to come back with a crew the place was gone as well. It truly was as if it had all been a feverish nightmare save the real loss of all their friends and colleagues.

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A darkness swept along the halls. It was incomprehensible and wholly unstoppable. Not even this supposedly impregnable fortress prison was able to with stand it. Passing easily through the twenty feet thick wall as if they were nothing this miasma of pure evil moved freely through stone or cowering body in its movements. The highest and most heavily secured of the many small cells for the darkest of souls was its ultimate destination, or more its lone occupant to be exact. A man once feared justifiably for his cruelness and his insatiable drive to conquer in order to reshape the world into his twisted vision of a utopia. Now he was simply a forgotten old man, a relic forgotten by the world as another man filled the hearts of civilization with dread.

"What? Who's there?" this ancient man asked in alarm, his German accented to modern listeners. His onetime handsome face with its golden mane had capped a finely built body, but all was a wrecked ruin from deprivation and great age. A poor shadow of its past glories when some had dubbed him the Golden One. "Kurt? I wont beg."

"I'm not Kurt. Though I may ask you to beg, but if you come with me, you'll never beg of mortals again my Chosen One." a chilling voice issued out of the swirling shadows.

"Who are you?" the once mighty wizard warrior inquired with a modicum of his once towering demeanor.

"Better my Nea'blis. I have many names but to you I am the Great Lord of the Dark." The voice seemed amused.

"I won't kneel to you Riddle." the ancient prisoner sneered.

"I am not that pathetic pretender. I am the Great Lord. The only Dark Lord. Jac of the Shadows, Old Snap, Keel Breaker, the Hated One, Sightblinder, and so many more that I can go on for eternity. However in the end I am the same no matter the name. I am Shai'tan, the True Ruler of All. I've come to take you away from this prison of your own design. I've decided to place you at my right hand, to be my Voice on this mortal coil. You are to lead my followers and make this world kneel." the fiery chill shattered the once proud man's will to resist.

He fell to his knees in supplication.

"I follow, though I don't hold a wand any longer as mine was stolen from me." he trembled violently.

The implacable voice cackled, that chill sound froze and snapped the seamless solid stone walls, "Swear to me your soul and life to obey me till the very hour of your death. Do this and I'll grant you the True Power my Chosen One."

I swear to you everything I am. Forever, as long as I live and more." the man's sweat froze on his burning flesh.

"Good, now make the world mine as it should be!" the sibilant evilness grew heavier and then the man felt the worst pain of his long life. Its cruel burning sharpness rent his mind, soul, and body. At the same time a veil had been sheared from his eyes and existence. Knowledge beyond measure filled him. Embracing the True power and its antitheses counter part, the One Power together, his once frail frame grew strong again. His dark golden beauty returned in its cold perfection.

He felt a god.

Kurt Lendler, his night gaurd ran in waving his wand high and ready to cast. "Sit down dog! You know th-"

That command was cut short when the wizard screamed a bone chilling noise as his blood began to boil thick and black. Following was his organ when that viscous fluid filled them, rupturing them as his body was picked up easily and wrung out like a dish rag. Flesh began to be peeled from his bones at the same time those bones were freezing and shattering in shotgun like blasts.

Laughing, the former prisoner watched Kurt Lendler's eyes fill with a plaintiff plea for mercy. A look they still held as they were plucked from his skull by solid coiling strands of burning air.

"You did not beg Kurt. Shame on you." this renewed Dark Wizard sneered, "Its time the world begged, some I might even spare. Riddle and my dear friend Albus shall not be so blessed. They are unworthy."