Harry Potter and the Blood of Chaos

by coso

Author notes: This piece of fanfiction is a crossover with late Roger Zelazny's Book of Amber or better known as Chronicles of Amber. They contain ten books that are considered by many as the best fantasy serial ever, and that includes me as well. I have read many sf/fantasy books and good fanfic( mostly Buffy crossovers ) and decided to try this crossover. I don't own either Amber books or Harry Potter ( which is a shame, I'd have been rich and famous) and there is no stealing of copyrights involved in this. Now, lets do introductions for those less informed about Amber series and Harry Potter. Amber books are fantasy series in which Earth is just one of endless possible realities that exist in multiverse known as Shadow of one true world, true Reality-Substance, that is called Amber, eternal city from which all things are shaped, because Amber casts infinite number of Shadows. This city is ruled by its Royal Family led by king Oberon. He and any of his children are capable of manipulating Shadow and so can go through it to any place/reality/universe they can imagine-only their imagination limits their possibilities. All members of family have strong magical powers, regenerative capabilities, superhuman strength and endurance, they seem immortal because they do not appear to age as normal people of Shadow. The main philosophy of these books is that there are two main driving forces of the universe, Chaos and Order, and Amber represents Order, while Courts of Chaos represent Chaos. Courts are also a separate reality that casts their own Shadows and they are older than Amber. They are inhabited by Lords of Chaos and they are related to Amberite royals thorough Oberon, who is son of Dworkin, a rebel Lord of Chaos. Dworkin had been branded deviant and traitor for his creation of artifact of Order, the Pattern, which is a magical construct that is a basis for Amber and its Shadows. Lords of Chaos wish to return things to earlier state, when Chaos ruled all, and that would mean cestruction of all universes at Ambers pole of existence. Mainly, Oberon is son of Dworkin and has become ruler of Amber while Dworkin assumed position of court magician and advisor. Oberon sired many children with human wives from different shadows, and this is story of them , as seen from the viewpoint of one of them, Corwin, who has spent centuries on shadow Earth(our Earth) with amnesia. During the first five books we find out all of these facts about Amber and its origin. The last five books are about Corwins son, Merlin, who grew up in the Courts of Chaos.

Harry Potter is young boy with scar on his forehead in shape of a lightningbolt. He is also a wizard and attends Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry. He is a famous Boy Who Lived, meaning he had survived Killing Curse cast upon him by Dark Wizard known as Lord Voldemort (aka You –know-who aka He –who-must-not-be named) when he was a baby. Lord Voldemort dissapeared, and Harry survived the curse no one ever managed to survive. It left him with that scar and orphaned, LV killed his parents that same night. The reason for his attack was prophecy in which was alluded that Harry could grow up to become his destroyer and so Voldemort decided to remove this threat while he could. It didn't work. But he managed to survive as spirit until Harrys fourth year at Hogwarts when he managed to kidnap him and use his blood as ingredient for spell to recover his body and power. I'll not describe fifth year or sixth, because it will be AU, from the fifth year scene at the Ministry of magic.

Prologue

London, year 1958.

Angela Evans was hurrying down the streets of Londonwithout any care about what was going on around her. She had more troubles than most people , at least she thought so. A slight feeling of panic was rising inside her, like a tide of ocean at the shores of english coast.

She was also angry, because of her naivette and stupidity. Child was on the way, and it seems that father was too. No, he wasn't her husband John (my bad, I invented the names of Lilys parents, hope you like them) whom she still loved. The man was from America, his name was Carl. They met several months ago when he saved her from a would be gang of rapists. And what he did to them. They were like small children to him, he was throwing them around with ease and singlehandedly. She still remembered her stark fear of dying at the hands of these vermin, but this man in black, with silver colored shirt, was unstoppable. His single punch resulted with broken bones, and in the end they run (at least those who were still capable of it) in fear and disbelief. She felt that way too, but he straightened his shirt and jacket and turned to her asking if she were all right. She couldnt take her eyes of him, tall, black hair, and incredibly green eyes that held her in some kind of spell. He took her hand and lifted her to his firm grasp and carried her to his flat. Neat, with interesting books and paintings, and a woodcarving of two swordsmen locked in combat over fireplace. It was obviously his most prized possession, because he checked on it when he entered. She was lowered to his couch and he left her there alone. She didn't move. She was still in shock. He came back with first aid kit and bandaged her scrapes and bruises. Her torn shirt didn't cover much, and she felt his gaze on her. She knew she was pretty with red hair and blue eyes, nice long legs and ample breasts, after all they attacked her for this same reason. He introduced himself as Carl Corey and said he was from states on bussiness visit. He didn't expect to save a damsel in distress. She blushed and thanked him for his help. He didn't ask her name, but she told him anyway. He offered her a drink to calm her nerves. She accepted. At his suggestion to call the police she said no. They talked awhile, but in the end she still didn't know anything important about him, but he seemed well traveled and educated, and most charming man. Later he called her a cab to take her home. She left him with a sense of longing she never thought to be possible, for gods sake, she was married. Upon her return home, John wasn't there. Only a babysitter with Petunia, her daughter of only a year and half. When John came back and asked about bruises he was told taht she fell downstairs. He was worried but she assured him se was fine. It was not her intention to tell him about her savior and all that happened, she wanted that memory left behind, but also she felt guilt abot carl and her strange feeling of attraction towards him. I the end she will never see him again, so why mentioning him at all. But next week she met him again at street, and couldn't refuse his invitation for a cup of coffee. They chatted amiably and she was even more attracted to him. He was retired officer, and inherited a sum of money, enough for him to do some world travelling and such. He spoke about history, and strange lands he visited, especially she liked his stories about Paris , his favorite city where he was happy. There was a not of longing in his voice, that spoke of pain and loneliness. And sometimes he seemed so old despite his youthful appearance. She asked him of his strength, but he said it was adrenaline. But she knew that no man could do what he did and still not be tired. He wasn't even breathing hard and there wasn't a sweat about him , which should have come from that kind of effort. But he shrugged her comments off and quickly changed subject. That only made him more attractive and intriguing. These coffee meetings in time evolved to night strolls to keep her safe, and inevitably they ended one evening in his flat, bit tipsy, and they ended finally in his bed. She later remembered his lovemaking and no one had compared to him, not even john, her husband. Carl was simply tireless and very experienced. It didn't happen often, that she slept with him, in order to hide her affair from John. And she kept on sleeping with her husband too, mostly out of guilt. He was surprised, albet pleasantly, at her new skills. That made her laugh and cry at the same time. But now , Carl was gone and she was with his child. Flat was already rented to someone else, and he left no forwardin adress or anything at all that could lead her to him. She suddenly stopped at the place where they first met and remembered him all over again. That was it , to hell with him but child she will keep. She hoped that baby will look like her, for there was no way to tell John that babe was his if it ever looked like Carl. Petunia took after John, and she had feeling that her first child will definitely look like her father. Well, second must look like her.

London, 9 months later, year 1959

Nurse Betty was running down the hallway to the reception of ER, there was emerigency . A couple came, husband and wife , both yelling for help. Woman was giving birth. She fond dr. Bradly, kind man whose experience will surely get those two to calm down and to make sure that baby is proprely born. At dr. Bradleys question she told him about them and he followed her back. They saw woman groaining in pain while her husband fretted over her and called for help. Dr. Bradley introduced himself:

« Hello, I'm dr Bradley , your wife is obviously giving birth. I'm specialist for such cases and will take care of her and your baby. Please stay here at reception to give your information to nurse here and then she can take you to birth room to join your wife, if thats all right with you.»

Man replied:» Thank you dr. Bradley,I'm John Evans, please make sure that Angela and baby are all right!»

After that everything went smoothly and very soon, John was taken to birth room and six excruciating hours later another child was born. She was perfectly healthy, and soon in mothers arms. There was reddish hair already at her head, but most stunning were her amazing green eyes, colour of jade. Neither of parents had such eyes, but since angela had blue eyes it was assumed that such eyes must have come from her side of family. Girl was named Lily Evans. The only warning doctors gave to happy parents that Lily has some anomaly in her blood type, so she could never donate her blood for transfusion, but every test had shown she has some sort of AB negative blood type so she will be able to get any other blood as replacment if ever came time for such a need. Baby was healthy and strong, so parents left after few days.

11 years later, 1960.

It was sunny day in in Bartertown, and streets were full of children. Summer has just started and school was at end. Petunia Evans was coming home with her sister in tow. Lily was again her weird self, and didn't pay attention to anythin around her. Petunia loved her sister but could never understand how strange she was, there were always strange occurences happening around Lily, but most people ignored it. Like that thing with Lilys shirt. Their mom buoght them matching yellow shirts, but Lily didn't like that colour. She took that shirt and angrily stomped to her room. Same afternoon, shirt was green, like Lily's eyes. Petunia asked her how she did it and her sister frowned saying she didn't like yellow and wanted it green. Their parents looked at each other, and shrugged it off, saying, green it will be then. It made Petunia mad how could they just let iz slide, it wasn't normal. But Lily always smiled and tugged Petunia with her outside to Play. Lily would made her laugh and she would soon forget her confusion and fear and everything would be normal again. Until lily did something weird again, like today when she beat that rude boy, Larry, who always harrased younger kids. Lily hit him so hard that he lost his tooth. That wasn't what was weird, strange was the fact that Lily was eleven years old, and larry was large fifteen year old who had at least 50 pounds on her. But she swatted him like she was fifteen, not him. There were other occurences during their childhood, but this display of strength frightened Petunia, who was thirteen, and she wll knew how hard boys can hit. But also, she felt strength within her sisters small hand even now while she led her home. And she was acutely aware that her sister did not put much of effort behind her punch. That and other unexplainable events around Lily also were known to their mother who never scolded Lily except telling her to be carefull. Any improper behaviour was discussed and then forbidden from then. So it happend today, mother looked knowingly at Lily nd asked petunia what did lily do now. Petunia told her about fight and boys severe defeat, but mothers reactin was this time different. Her eyes were wide and she asked lily with sharp voice how did she dare to attack bigger boys, she could have been hurt. But Lily calmly retorted that she could bend daddys arm when armwrestling, that boy was weak. Their mom yelled at her not use her strength, she could have seriously hurt that kid and paople would ask questions. She ordered Lily to go to her room and not to get out until dinner. That was final eyeopener to Petunia, their mother knew that Lily was weird and was afraid. But then she was surprised when mom asked her not to tell dad and in future to watch over Lily to make sure she doesn't get in trouble. After sayind yes she tto was sent to her room. Their father returned for dinner and then it was a real chaos. An owl entered thorough their window with a parchment attached to her leg. Petunia shrieked in fear while owl hooted excitedly. Lily made to run from room but then their father yelled :»Silence, everybody. Someone is pulling a prank on us. « He noticed roll of parchmento on the owls leg and tooknit from her and unrolled it. It was written with ink and its content was this:

To Lily Evans

Bartertown

Emerson Alley number 3

Wales

Kitchen

from

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster Albus Dumbledore(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, SupremeMugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Ms. Evans

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed list of all equipment and books necessary.

Term begins September 1st. We await your owl no later than July 31st.

Yours , sincerely

Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress

Suddenly a man appeared in their room with an audible pop. They all stared at his outlandish garb, all regular clothes but so mismatched, that it wasn't even funny. Cilinder on head, suit and multicolored shawl, with a stick in his hand.

« Hi, I'm Daniel Anders, your first contact guide to wizard world sent by Ministry of Magic.»

their parents looked at each other and simultaneously asked him to explain al this foolishnes.And so he started: « All right folks. First of all Magic is real. And there are thosands , even millions wizards across the world. But we live separately from muggles, meaning non magical people. Your daughter is detected as magical, er, that means she is witch and this Hogwarts letter is an invitation to your daugthter to go to school where she could learn how to preform and control her magic. Mostly she had preformed feats you think impossible, but that was her inborn magic actin up on her emotions. It is up to you whether you would like to send her to that school , but she would be free to return each summer home after schoool ends. It will be up to your daughter whether she will stay living as witch or muggle after her schooling is over, that is after seven years of school. At age of 17 she will be considered an adult in wizard world and free to live her own life. Undreage magic is forbidden, if she decides to go to Hogwarts. And frankly I would recommend you to let her go, because she has enormous potential and it is vwery likely that she will keep showing her magic so it would be good for her to learn selfcontrol. And lastly, we live in secret world taht nonmagical people aren't aware of excep individuals as yourselves and Prime Minister.»

They asked him to prove magic is real and he conjured two chairs out of nowhere with a flick of his stick, he called it wand and explained taht every wizard and witch has one to preform magic, and yes, Lily will have to get one. After a while they said yes, but Petunia didn't lik it at all. She still remembered mothers worry and fear, but she knew that nothing will dissuade her sister from her weirdness.

And so it began rift between them that was wider with every year,because Lily was stranger and stranger. And later she heard of her death at hands of that lord whats it, and it only cofirmed her opinion on magic-it was weird and dangerous, and it killed her sister and her parents. And left her a nephew with same green eyes, Harry potter.