On the Path of a War Mage

Disclaimer

Anything you see and you recognise, namley Harry Potter and characters from his world, dont belong to me. Anything you see and don't recognise most likley comes from my rather odd imagination so is belongs to me (poor poor things).

Summary

Harry needs to get away from it all this summer but finds himself taken away from it all far sooner than he expected. H's quickly pulled into another world and forced to master new powers and skills just to survive... Post HBP

Chapter 1 – Accidents do happen.

A car was speeding along a deserted stretch of a Surrey A-road; it's dust stained silver sides glinting dully as the occasional streetlight flashed by. Driving the car was something that could only be described as an overweight pig masquerading as a man, his face screwed up in disgust as though something unpleasant resided under his nose. Next to him a pencil thin woman, more stick insect than human, sat with a grimace, resembling that of a dogs behind, firmly fixed on her face. Two boys sat in the back, one looking like an obese beech ball causing the poor car to appear tilted, sinking in his direction. The car would have been at a considerably more impressive angle but by some chance or design he sat diagonally across from what was obviously his father, the family resemblance of an overweight pig startlingly apparent. The second boy definitely didn't fit with the family, he was short, pale and thin, his whole demeanour was one of exhaustion and depression. His messy brown hair in stark contrast to his pale bespectacled face. Apart from the strange lightning bolt scar gracing his forehead, his striking green eyes and his oblivious state he was completely unremarkable. His eyes were sunken and worryingly blank as he stared out of the cold car window into the night-time world.

The car continued on its way, turning off the main road onto a dark unlit lane. The speed of the car seemed to increase as the lanes got darker and began to meander through the previously calm countryside. The atmosphere in the car was one of tense silence broken only by the occasional blip and beep of a gameboy clutched in fat hands. The smell of alcohol wafted around the cabin emanating from the irate driver clutching the steering wheel with large white knuckled hands.

"Vernon, your going to fast!" the stick like woman snapped. Her stark straight-backed stance unchanging despite her obvious discomfort, her bony hands crossed neatly in her lap grasping each other tightly.

"Of course I'm going fast I want to get home and away from the freak before any of his freak friends decide to follow us." Vernon slurred back, he had hit the station pub for a full 4 hours before agreeing to get in the car with 'the freak' in question. Meanwhile that 'freak' sat, seemingly oblivious to everything, staring into the pitch-black darkness of the world beyond the car.

Then the inevitable happened; in his argument with his wife Vernon's attention had wandered from the road, their was a bump as the car passed over the central white line and its raised cat-eyes. Snatching his attention back to the task in hand he realised the car was heading straight for an imposing hedge. He reacted immediately yanking the steering wheel to the left, desperately hoping to avoid the oncoming collision. Dudley Dursley, his son, made a strangled squeak as the gameboy fell to the floor. The squeak turned into a panicked yelp as the previously ignorant boy realised the situation and all present felt the car start to loose grip. Petunia Dursley, his wife, went ghostly white and even more stick like, her hands clutching the side of her seat in a death grip, every muscle in her body clenched in fear.

Harry Potter, unwanted nephew and freak, snapped his head round and opened his eyes wider as he heard the tyres squeal, desperately trying to grip the road but failing. He knew they were going to crash, all he could think was that this would surprise people, Harry Potter dying by an accident and not by the hand of some evil maniac. His side of the car passed through the bush, the glass of his window shattering from the force but holding together and thankfully not flying inwards. His head hit the side of the car hard and he felt the muscles in his neck scream in protest as it swung back throwing his body away from the car wall. Then he saw the tree, through the crazed safety glass, tall and imposing, its trunk broad and steady. The world slowed down further as the car spun some more and his now overactive adrenal gland worked harder. His aunt and cousin were now closest to the tree and Harry was furthest from it, but he could see it approaching rapidly as any semblance of grip was lost in the muddy grass. He could hear screaming, he thought it wasn't his own. All eyes were fixed on the tree as the seconds dragged like hours and the distance inched closer.

The sudden deceleration hit him first, then something warm but hard, slamming into his face; it was strangely gripping and smooth, pushing at his face, his whole body. His only thoughts were 'this is it'.

A/N

Please excuse the length of this Chapter, I would have liked it to be longer but it's more a prequel than anything else. From my experience of car crashes they're over so quickly despite time going slowly (I'm sure that makes perfect sense lol) that there's not much more to add so it makes more sense to have it this short. Plus there's the bonus of a cliff-hanger of sorts though it's too early to concern you too much I'm guessing.

Hope you like the story, I'm going to get a fair few chapters written before I post so when I do I should update fairly regularly. I'm open to any volunteers for Beta'ing as I know my grammar isn't very good. I do make a point of going over anything I've written a few times to make sure it makes sense but I always pick up on something the next time I read it so I'm definitely not infallible.

Finger Fish