Disclaimer: I don't own anyone except Kirsti. Meaning, I own neither Harry
Potter nor Dragonheart.
(23/July/2003) Author's note: I think this is the first Dragonheart/Harry Potter crossover on FF.net, but I wouldn't swear on it. Anyway, this idea's been in floating around in my head for ages now, but I only just thought about actually writing it. I've been a fan of Dragonheart since I watched the movie the first time, and I've been a fan of Harry Potter since my mum bought the first three books. My thanks go to her for buying the books and the Dragonheart video in the first place!
In this story, OotP never happened.
Ciorstaidh is the Celtic version of Kirsti(e), according to a site I once looked at. Put it this way. Kirsti's name, according to her birth certificate is Ciorstaidh, but people call her Kirsti. And by the way, it's pronounced Keer-stee.
Hogwarts only plays a small part in this story; after that, it's all in the Dragonheart dimension.
Halfheart by Chris Atola
Kirsti Tammi ran at full tilt in an attempt to get to Potions before the teacher, Prof. Snape, the most hated of Hogwarts professors. She knew it was a futile effort, as it was already a good ten minutes since the bell had rung, but she tried anyway. 'Great,' she thought, 'just a week at this school and I'm already getting into trouble. Why, oh why didn't I get going earlier?'
Kirsti had moved to England the previous summer, until then she'd lived in Finland, and attended a small countryside magic school. The change of schools had been welcome and unwelcome at the same time. She'd gotten into a fight with a boy at her old school, resulting in both of them being expelled. Kirsti found it hard to suddenly find herself moving to a country she'd only been in once before, on an unscheduled 'holiday' a few years prior, and in a school ten times the size of her old one. Needless to say, she was getting lost every five minutes.
Finally, she caught sight of a familiar ghost. "Nick! You wouldn't mind telling me how I get to Potions? I'm really late!"
"Sure, I'll take you there."
"Thanks!"
Nick floated down a corridor, and Kirsti followed. A few minutes and about a dozen twists and turns later, Nick floated down a series of staircases and came to a stop in front of the Potions room door. Kirsti glanced at her watch and groaned. She was now twenty minutes late, and the lesson was only an hour long.
"Thanks, Nick." Nick waved and floated back the way he came, leaving Kirsti alone at the dungeon door. 'No point in going in, now, I'll just lose a lot of house points, both for being late and for making mistakes. I might as well head to the tower, and wait for next class to start.'
So, she headed for Gryffindor tower, but on the way she ran into Draco Malfoy, who started taunting her. "Hey, Mudblood, shouldn't you be in class? Skipping lessons, are we?"
"Shut up, Malfoy: you don't deserve your name. You ruin it with everything you do." Kirsti drew her wand and, before Malfoy knew what hit him, she'd sent him flying into the wall. Kirsti knew a teacher would be over in no time, so she headed for the tower at twice the pace she'd previously been using. When she got to the tower, Kirsti gave the Fat Lady the password, 'lionheart', and trotted in. She sat down in one of the chairs, but jumped up moments later, and began pacing the room. She never could sit still for very long unless she absolutely had to, preferring to move around as much as posssible.
She kept pacing until the bell rang, signalling the end of classes until after lunch. Five minutes later, her friends Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger came in. "Why weren't you in Potions, Kirsti?"
She turned and smiled sheepishly. "I didn't get going until far too late, and then I got lost. When I finally made it to the dungeons, it would've cost a lot of points if I'd come in, so I came up here. What did I miss?"
"Just Neville blowing up yet another cauldron and Snape having a fit. Are you alright?" Harry asked, seeing Kirstinod then make a face.
"On my way up here I got pestered by Malfoy again. I told him he doesn't deserve his name, and cursed him into the wall. I think I'm in trouble now."
"Why do you say he doesn't deserve the name he has?" asked Hermione.
"I knew someone else with that name. My friend actually earned that name, and bore it well. Malfoy pollutes it with his every action."
Ron glanced at his watch and said, "We'd better go to lunch, class starts in an hour."
On their way down, the foursome ran into Malfoy, who drew his wand as soon as he made eye contact. Kirsti did the same, and it just so happened that she cast Expelliarmus at the same time as Malfoy cast Serpensortia, and the spells collided. All went black for Harry, Ron, Hermione, Kirsti and Malfoy.
When the light returned, they were in for quite a shock. They weren't in the castle anymore - they weren't even on Hogwarts grounds.
"Where are we?" asked Harry.
"I think the better quetsion would be when are we." Kirsti took a look around and continued. "Take a sniff. No pollution, no sign of cars or advanced technology. Guys, I think we're in the middle ages. And I think I can tell the year as well."
"I want to go back to Hogwarts. Come on."
"Hold on, Malfoy, If I'm right, Hogwarts is only just being built - if it ever will. We're in the late tenth century - in a different dimension. I think I've been here once before. Anyway, no-one do _any_ magic - you know what they did to magic-users in the Middle Ages. And do any of you know an anti-fire spell?" The boys shook their heads.
"I think I read about one in the library, but I can't remember it," Hermione answered.
"Duck!" Kirsti shouted, pulling Hermione down with her. Moments later, a golden-scaled dragon swooped low down, and landed. "I know where we are now. That's Draco Halfheart, he's a friend of mine. That puts a damper on any hopes of finding Hogwarts - it doesn't exist here." That said, Kirsti ran over to the dragon, throwing her arms around him.
The others heard the dragon say, "Ciorstaidh? What are you doing here? And who are those youngsters over there?"
"The black-haired boy is Harry Potter, the red-haired boy is Ron Weasley, and the girl is Hermione Granger, they're my friends. The other boy is Draco Malfoy, a stuck-up, selfish prick who's always getting others into trouble. He's the reason we're here in the first place. He doesn't deserve his name, either: he's never done anything for anyone out of the goodness of his heart. He's cruel and nasty to everyone."
Draco looked at Malfoy, then said, "Perhaps we can change that. Maybe we'll have better luck with him that I did with Einon."
"What are you planning?"
"Oh, just a little chat."
Kirsti trotted over to her human friends and said, "Come on, say hello. Draco won't hurt you - you're in a different dimension, remember. Here, dragons are actually smart enough to talk and warn you if you're getting on their nerves. And no nasty comments from you, Malfoy," she said, turning to a now-stunned Slytherin. "I suggest you get yourself another name: we can hardly call both of you Draco, and it's going to draw attention if we keep calling you by surname." Malfoy nodded, and followed the rest as Kirsti led them toward Draco.
"Draco, what say we have a little story time? It might help in getting to know each other a bit better," Kirsti suggested. Draco nodded, and settled down comfortably, with his forelegs crossed and his head resting on them. The others sat down on the grass, and Harry asked, "If you don't mind my asking, Draco, how did you come by the added name 'Halfheart'?"
"Well, young Harry, that's a long story. Ciorstadh's father Tomas gave it to me, but the reason why is more complicated. Until a few years ago, the local king's name was Freyne, and he was a cruel man. He treated the peasants like rabble and forced them to work long hours for almost nothing. Freyne's son Einon was, and is, just as bad. Eventually the peasants had enough and decided to rebel. Freyne decided to lead his own troops to squash the uprising, and had his son and his son's mentor come along for the ride. Freyne was killed in the uprising, leaving his son to inherit the throne. Einon, too, was hurt during the fight, by the young daughter of one of the rebels. The wound was mortal, so Bowen, Einon's mentor, brought him home to the castle. Bowen thought Einon was beyond all help, but Einon's mother Ayslinn disagreed. She brought the boy to my cave, and persuaded me to help. My hope was that, if I did what only dragons can do, and give him half my heart, he might become a better perso. I was wrong. Einon's evil corrupted the half he held, and he is now immortal as long as I live. The only way for Einon to die is for someone to kill me. But if I die, there will be no more dragons: Einon's mentor, once he realised Einon was now more cruel than ever, decided to become a dragonslayer, to kill all dragons for my mistake. And if I die, my soul is lost."
It was now dark, and the stars were starting to come out. Draco looked toward the heavens, pointed out the constellation of the dragon, and continued. "That constellation is known as the Dragon's Heaven. Only those who earn the right, by a good deed, are permitted there after death. I thought giving Einon half my heart would gain me access. But, when Einon became a worse tyrant than his father, my sacrifice became my sin. Now, the only way to correct the mistake is to kill Einon - and myself. The added name should be obvious, now?"
Harry nodded, and Draco asked, "What's your story?"
Harry took a breath, then started talking. He went through the whole story, from when he was a year old all the way to when he and the others ended up in their current situation. When he'd finished, Harry realised the others were asleep, and Draco was watching him intently.
"That's quite a tale. But how could your Ministry just send Sirius to that horrible place? Surely they would have given him a trial."
"Are witches in this time given a fair trial? The Ministry couldn't be bothered to look into the matter or use Veritaserum on Sirius, and sent him to Azkaban to appease the public. The Minister of Magic is a complete idiot, he thinks I'm crazy, and won't believe a word I say. Unless someone catches Pettigrew, Sirius is still a criminal as far as the Ministry's concerned."
After a minute Harry started yawning, at which Draco gave him a stern look and said, "You should be asleep. Go on, I'll keep watch."
Harry lay down and settled in what passed for a comfortable position, said goodnight, and fell asleep. Draco stayed awake for about half an hour, then fell asleep himself.
So, what do you think? Should I continue? Please review and let me know.
(23/July/2003) Author's note: I think this is the first Dragonheart/Harry Potter crossover on FF.net, but I wouldn't swear on it. Anyway, this idea's been in floating around in my head for ages now, but I only just thought about actually writing it. I've been a fan of Dragonheart since I watched the movie the first time, and I've been a fan of Harry Potter since my mum bought the first three books. My thanks go to her for buying the books and the Dragonheart video in the first place!
In this story, OotP never happened.
Ciorstaidh is the Celtic version of Kirsti(e), according to a site I once looked at. Put it this way. Kirsti's name, according to her birth certificate is Ciorstaidh, but people call her Kirsti. And by the way, it's pronounced Keer-stee.
Hogwarts only plays a small part in this story; after that, it's all in the Dragonheart dimension.
Halfheart by Chris Atola
Kirsti Tammi ran at full tilt in an attempt to get to Potions before the teacher, Prof. Snape, the most hated of Hogwarts professors. She knew it was a futile effort, as it was already a good ten minutes since the bell had rung, but she tried anyway. 'Great,' she thought, 'just a week at this school and I'm already getting into trouble. Why, oh why didn't I get going earlier?'
Kirsti had moved to England the previous summer, until then she'd lived in Finland, and attended a small countryside magic school. The change of schools had been welcome and unwelcome at the same time. She'd gotten into a fight with a boy at her old school, resulting in both of them being expelled. Kirsti found it hard to suddenly find herself moving to a country she'd only been in once before, on an unscheduled 'holiday' a few years prior, and in a school ten times the size of her old one. Needless to say, she was getting lost every five minutes.
Finally, she caught sight of a familiar ghost. "Nick! You wouldn't mind telling me how I get to Potions? I'm really late!"
"Sure, I'll take you there."
"Thanks!"
Nick floated down a corridor, and Kirsti followed. A few minutes and about a dozen twists and turns later, Nick floated down a series of staircases and came to a stop in front of the Potions room door. Kirsti glanced at her watch and groaned. She was now twenty minutes late, and the lesson was only an hour long.
"Thanks, Nick." Nick waved and floated back the way he came, leaving Kirsti alone at the dungeon door. 'No point in going in, now, I'll just lose a lot of house points, both for being late and for making mistakes. I might as well head to the tower, and wait for next class to start.'
So, she headed for Gryffindor tower, but on the way she ran into Draco Malfoy, who started taunting her. "Hey, Mudblood, shouldn't you be in class? Skipping lessons, are we?"
"Shut up, Malfoy: you don't deserve your name. You ruin it with everything you do." Kirsti drew her wand and, before Malfoy knew what hit him, she'd sent him flying into the wall. Kirsti knew a teacher would be over in no time, so she headed for the tower at twice the pace she'd previously been using. When she got to the tower, Kirsti gave the Fat Lady the password, 'lionheart', and trotted in. She sat down in one of the chairs, but jumped up moments later, and began pacing the room. She never could sit still for very long unless she absolutely had to, preferring to move around as much as posssible.
She kept pacing until the bell rang, signalling the end of classes until after lunch. Five minutes later, her friends Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger came in. "Why weren't you in Potions, Kirsti?"
She turned and smiled sheepishly. "I didn't get going until far too late, and then I got lost. When I finally made it to the dungeons, it would've cost a lot of points if I'd come in, so I came up here. What did I miss?"
"Just Neville blowing up yet another cauldron and Snape having a fit. Are you alright?" Harry asked, seeing Kirstinod then make a face.
"On my way up here I got pestered by Malfoy again. I told him he doesn't deserve his name, and cursed him into the wall. I think I'm in trouble now."
"Why do you say he doesn't deserve the name he has?" asked Hermione.
"I knew someone else with that name. My friend actually earned that name, and bore it well. Malfoy pollutes it with his every action."
Ron glanced at his watch and said, "We'd better go to lunch, class starts in an hour."
On their way down, the foursome ran into Malfoy, who drew his wand as soon as he made eye contact. Kirsti did the same, and it just so happened that she cast Expelliarmus at the same time as Malfoy cast Serpensortia, and the spells collided. All went black for Harry, Ron, Hermione, Kirsti and Malfoy.
When the light returned, they were in for quite a shock. They weren't in the castle anymore - they weren't even on Hogwarts grounds.
"Where are we?" asked Harry.
"I think the better quetsion would be when are we." Kirsti took a look around and continued. "Take a sniff. No pollution, no sign of cars or advanced technology. Guys, I think we're in the middle ages. And I think I can tell the year as well."
"I want to go back to Hogwarts. Come on."
"Hold on, Malfoy, If I'm right, Hogwarts is only just being built - if it ever will. We're in the late tenth century - in a different dimension. I think I've been here once before. Anyway, no-one do _any_ magic - you know what they did to magic-users in the Middle Ages. And do any of you know an anti-fire spell?" The boys shook their heads.
"I think I read about one in the library, but I can't remember it," Hermione answered.
"Duck!" Kirsti shouted, pulling Hermione down with her. Moments later, a golden-scaled dragon swooped low down, and landed. "I know where we are now. That's Draco Halfheart, he's a friend of mine. That puts a damper on any hopes of finding Hogwarts - it doesn't exist here." That said, Kirsti ran over to the dragon, throwing her arms around him.
The others heard the dragon say, "Ciorstaidh? What are you doing here? And who are those youngsters over there?"
"The black-haired boy is Harry Potter, the red-haired boy is Ron Weasley, and the girl is Hermione Granger, they're my friends. The other boy is Draco Malfoy, a stuck-up, selfish prick who's always getting others into trouble. He's the reason we're here in the first place. He doesn't deserve his name, either: he's never done anything for anyone out of the goodness of his heart. He's cruel and nasty to everyone."
Draco looked at Malfoy, then said, "Perhaps we can change that. Maybe we'll have better luck with him that I did with Einon."
"What are you planning?"
"Oh, just a little chat."
Kirsti trotted over to her human friends and said, "Come on, say hello. Draco won't hurt you - you're in a different dimension, remember. Here, dragons are actually smart enough to talk and warn you if you're getting on their nerves. And no nasty comments from you, Malfoy," she said, turning to a now-stunned Slytherin. "I suggest you get yourself another name: we can hardly call both of you Draco, and it's going to draw attention if we keep calling you by surname." Malfoy nodded, and followed the rest as Kirsti led them toward Draco.
"Draco, what say we have a little story time? It might help in getting to know each other a bit better," Kirsti suggested. Draco nodded, and settled down comfortably, with his forelegs crossed and his head resting on them. The others sat down on the grass, and Harry asked, "If you don't mind my asking, Draco, how did you come by the added name 'Halfheart'?"
"Well, young Harry, that's a long story. Ciorstadh's father Tomas gave it to me, but the reason why is more complicated. Until a few years ago, the local king's name was Freyne, and he was a cruel man. He treated the peasants like rabble and forced them to work long hours for almost nothing. Freyne's son Einon was, and is, just as bad. Eventually the peasants had enough and decided to rebel. Freyne decided to lead his own troops to squash the uprising, and had his son and his son's mentor come along for the ride. Freyne was killed in the uprising, leaving his son to inherit the throne. Einon, too, was hurt during the fight, by the young daughter of one of the rebels. The wound was mortal, so Bowen, Einon's mentor, brought him home to the castle. Bowen thought Einon was beyond all help, but Einon's mother Ayslinn disagreed. She brought the boy to my cave, and persuaded me to help. My hope was that, if I did what only dragons can do, and give him half my heart, he might become a better perso. I was wrong. Einon's evil corrupted the half he held, and he is now immortal as long as I live. The only way for Einon to die is for someone to kill me. But if I die, there will be no more dragons: Einon's mentor, once he realised Einon was now more cruel than ever, decided to become a dragonslayer, to kill all dragons for my mistake. And if I die, my soul is lost."
It was now dark, and the stars were starting to come out. Draco looked toward the heavens, pointed out the constellation of the dragon, and continued. "That constellation is known as the Dragon's Heaven. Only those who earn the right, by a good deed, are permitted there after death. I thought giving Einon half my heart would gain me access. But, when Einon became a worse tyrant than his father, my sacrifice became my sin. Now, the only way to correct the mistake is to kill Einon - and myself. The added name should be obvious, now?"
Harry nodded, and Draco asked, "What's your story?"
Harry took a breath, then started talking. He went through the whole story, from when he was a year old all the way to when he and the others ended up in their current situation. When he'd finished, Harry realised the others were asleep, and Draco was watching him intently.
"That's quite a tale. But how could your Ministry just send Sirius to that horrible place? Surely they would have given him a trial."
"Are witches in this time given a fair trial? The Ministry couldn't be bothered to look into the matter or use Veritaserum on Sirius, and sent him to Azkaban to appease the public. The Minister of Magic is a complete idiot, he thinks I'm crazy, and won't believe a word I say. Unless someone catches Pettigrew, Sirius is still a criminal as far as the Ministry's concerned."
After a minute Harry started yawning, at which Draco gave him a stern look and said, "You should be asleep. Go on, I'll keep watch."
Harry lay down and settled in what passed for a comfortable position, said goodnight, and fell asleep. Draco stayed awake for about half an hour, then fell asleep himself.
So, what do you think? Should I continue? Please review and let me know.