Disclaimer: Nope. I don't own Harry Potter world. It belongs to JK.
Summary: AU. During a battle, Harry was thrown into a rift. His mishap landed him on a different universe where he got himself killed by his own father, Lord Voldemort. Now, he's stuck with in this universe, facing an entirely different war.
A/N: Beta'd by Lady Vyxen. (Thank you so much!)
"Talk."
'Thoughts' / Thoughts
"Parseltongue/Spells."
Chapter 1
The battle was already prolonged for hours. The Burrow was in ruins. Half of Lucius and Bella's team was already incapacitated. Two hours ago, their arrival triggered the wards ejected around the Burrow by a vampire.
Apparating or disapparating became impossible. They were stuck fighting a powerful enemy
Harry continued to shoot spells at nearby opponents. He had been fighting for hours and exhaustion was starting to show. A whistling of air at his left warned him of an incoming attack. Harry dodged the foot as his left hand reached for his dagger, hidden in his dragonhide boot. He spun and aimed his dagger toward his attackers' heart. His aim was perfect and the dagger hit its target.
The vampires' eyes widened. He had obviously underestimated his opponent. He didn't realize it was the Prince he was attacking.
'If I'd known, I would have run to the other side of the world,' was the vampire's last thought before Harry decapitated him with a Severing Charm and burst into dusts.
A sudden flux of magic at the once called garden, now a battlefield of The Burrow, caused the battle to come to a standstill. Every beings watched as a swirl of black mist appeared in the middle of the battlefield. A portal was opening. The air around the area became heavier. As if it's a cue, the battle continued with much vigour. Jets of lights criss-crossed the field, while blurry figures attacked the source of those lights.
Harry took a breather and sent a mental shout out to his Father.
"Father, a rift just opened. You or Dumbledore better come quick. I don't think we can handle this any longer. Wait – one has already passed the portal."
"I'm sending Avery and Rosier's team now. Do not fight the demon. No matter what happens. I'm coming."
A low growl became louder. Harry shut the connection he had with his father and rolled to the side, avoiding being hit by a charging werewolf. He aimed his wand towards the beast's throat.
"Diffindo." The werewolf's throat slits open and the creature fell, dead.
"Get the Weasleys out of here now! And get the hell out of here. To Hogwarts!" Harry shouted to a nearby Death Eater while shooting a jet of green light towards another werewolf heading for him. The creature dropped dead in mid-leap.
" Done. They've already took the special portkeys. Our emergency portkeys are useless. The demon blocked them," the Death Eater shouted back while furiously fighting a vampire.
Harry cursed silently. They were outnumbered. The arrival of a demon was too much. If the magical creatures were the only ones there, the battle wouldn't be so one-sided. Now, they had two enemies to fight.
As the number of magical creatures depleted, the number of wizards also decreased. Harry's heart beat faster. He couldn't tell whether it was from adrenaline or fear.
Two hours earlier
Slytherin's Castle
Harry was sitting on the ledge of the window in his room. One foot was dangling outwards. Another was propped against his chin. His hands were wrapped around his knee. He was enjoying the scenery from his room's window. Being located at the top of one of the castle's tower gave him a full view of the garden and sunset. The orange colour was giving a beautiful shine to the garden below. Water from the fountain sparkled and the flowers were giving a golden glow. It was a wondrous sight. The birds chirped and flew, preparing to go back to their nests for the night. Harry was lulled into half asleep. It was so peaceful.
Alarm sounded throughout the castle, jerking Harry awake from his half-asleep state. 'An attack'. Harry swiftly donned his cloak and headed towards the throne room. He wore his favourite battle attire; a long-sleeved turtleneck under his basilisk skin armour, loose trousers and dragonhide boots. His robes were open at the sides and front and back from the waist down, giving him a free movement. A cloak completed his appearance. All was black and made from the finest materials that money can buy.
Harry grinned to himself. 'Being the Dark Lord's heir has it bonuses.' His weapons were concealed in his clothing and his wand hiddden safely in its dragonhide holsters underneath his right arm.
As Voldemort's heir, he did have a mask. It was a standard Death Eater mask, showing emotionless face and slits for eyes. His mask colour was the only difference between him and the other Death Eaters, the colour was dark green on the verge of black. Although he brought his mask everywhere around him, he hardly ever wore it.
'Suffocating and entirely useless, blocking my view. Whoever designed this must be blind,' he thought dryly.
The room was filling with Death Eaters, all fully armoured in battle robes. Voldemort was standing in front of a large map of Britain. A dot was flashing in red light. Harry walked towards his father side.
"Father, what happened?"
Red eyes clashed with vivid green ones.
"The Burrow is under attack. You will lead Lucius and Bella's team there. Magical creatures. No demons. Your mission is to get the Weasleys to Hogwarts. Leave, now," Voldemort said briefly.
Harry nodded and addressed two Death Eaters wearing silver masks.
"Lucius, Bella, you know what to do. Go," he ordered. Both of the Silver Death Eaters nodded once and dissaparated with a loud crack. The Hall emptied except for both of them.
Harry turned towards his father. His face was completely emotionless.
" Father," started Harry, not knowing what to say. He felt uneasy. His instincts were going haywire. Something will go wrong tonight and he had a feeling he won't be seeing his father for a long time.
Voldemort looked at his heir. Through their connections, he could feel the whirlwind of emotions swirling in the boy's mind. Emotions that were increasing with every passing second and the most pronounced of all, fear.
Acting on impulse, Harry did a rare thing. He took a step forward and hugged his father.
Voldemort was stunned. Harry rarely hugged him, never in front of people and only a few times in private. Slowly and stiffly, Voldemort wrapped an arm around the boy. A sense of foreboding took him. His cold eyes softened and hissed, "Stay safe."
Harry nodded. "I'll be back," he promised.
The Prince released his grip on the Dark Lord, took a step back and dissapparated.
Present time
A menacing growl permeated the air. The hellhound had just entered the fray. Harry cursed under his breath. The situation was bad. Magical creatures and humans alike gave wide berth to any hellhound. This animal was from Hell's Gate itself.
'Damn those vampires. Summoning a hound,' Harry thought furiously.
He ran towards the hellhound. Aiming for the hound's left eye, Harry flicked his wrist and the dagger flew at an impressive speed, hitting its target. The hound gave a roar of pain and rage. Harry jabbed his wand, aiming for the other eye. "Conjunctivis."
The hound gave a yowl of pain. Its blinded face turned towards Harry. It could still smell the boy who was roughly ten feet away from it and leaped.
The Prince ducked an aimed his wand to the hound underside. "Deprimo." The hound's belly exploded and washed him with a shower of blood, meat and other disgusting substances.
'Urgh. Note to self, never do that again.'
Harry scourgified his robes and looked at the dead hound, which lay dead a few feet from him. Its entrails were scattered everywhere and smirked. His triumph however was cut short as something red flashed through his vision and the demon appeared in front of him.
"Power," it growled. The voice was guttural and Harry stepped backwards. The demon caught him by surprise. With a speed that was faster than a vampire, clawed bones, that could pass as a hand held his throat and lifted him a few feet. The grip cut off his air supply. Harry clutched the demons' hand. His vision started to darken. He could feel his magic gathering in front of him, ready to be sucked into the demon.
"Sectumsempra," a voice cried.
His throat was released and Harry crumpled to the floor in a heap, coughing and heaving huge gulps of air. He felt his magic slammed back into him. The demon stepped back from him and with a growl, faced the newest threat. Harry looked up to see his saviour. Bella was shooting spells to the demon furiously, keeping it at bay. Hands gripped him and helped him to stand.
"Come, Prince. We must retreat," Lucius calm voice penetrated his ear.
Harry shrugged off Lucius's hands.
"Send the retreat sparks. Get to the edge of the wards. Father will be there. He's handling the wards. I'll hold that demon off."
"But Prince, the Dark Lord–"
"Lucius, that's an order," Harry's voice became cold.
"Yes, my Prince."
Lucius recognized the danger sign and retreated to send the signal.
Harry prepared himself for the confrontation, glad for the distractions Bella made. Inside, he was cursing himself.
'Why oh why does my Gryffindor side comes out now. Damn my saving people thing. Where's the Slytherin side when I need it? Self preservation, my arse,' he grumbled to himself.
Harry put back his wand in its holster, beneath his right arm. 'I'll be damned before I let my men die on the field.'
His eyes took a determination glint. His mind processed his knowledge on demons:
Fighting physically and wandlessly was better.
The combinations were deadlier.
He took out his primary daggers. They were beautiful. Identical to each other and the grip were made especially for him. The hilts were dark green and serpents were curled around it. The blades were obsidian colour and there were runes carved at the blade, preventing damage. It was one of his father's gifts, among the most treasured by him. He prepared himself.
'Here we go'
The demon was preoccupied with Bella, who was still shooting a volley of curses. However, there were no everlasting damages to the creature. It merely snarled in annoyance. Its' legs tensed.
Harry, sensing the danger, rushed towards the demon. His speed brought him in front of his opponent in a few seconds. Harry spun, building momentum and slashed his dagger across the demon's chest. "Sectumsempra."
The demon staggered backward and let out a snarl. A deep gash had appeared on its chest, helped by the Sectumsempra curse. Harry did not waste any time. He followed up with a swift kick toward the chest and channelled a Blasting Curse. The demon was thrown backwards. Harry took the time to move away from it.
"Bella, get out of here and get my father," ordered Harry.
Bella nodded and retreated at once, acting like a true Slytherin.
The sound of battle was diminishing. Nearly all of the magical creatures were dead or barely alive. Harry crouched low and faced the demon. His stance was ready for fight or flight. Harry released his magic and sensed the aura around him. The demon was roughly ten feet from him. It gave a snarl, mad that it was injured.
It vanished from sight. Harry sensed a flicker of aura to his right and dodged a kick. He rolled sideways and thrust his dagger towards the demon.
"Expulso." A jet of light hits the demon square in the chest.
The demon staggered back a few steps. The air around them gets heavier as the demon released more magic in its anger. Harry cloaked himself with his magic to protect himself from the pressure.
A dark green light enveloped him. Another flicker to his right and Harry dived to the left. He rolled away from the punch that would have broken his jaw...more likely crushed his jaw.
Harry got to his feet. The long battle and the hit caused his reflexes to become slow. Hence, before he had a chance to locate the demon, a fist connected with his chest. Luckily his armour absorbs most of the impact but Harry was still thrown backwards.
Harry landed on his back. The air knocked out his lungs. While he was regaining his breath, the demon appeared in front of him in a flash. A hand thrust forward and a ball of energy began to form.
'Shit,' he thought.
' Protego.' Harry cast the shield in front of him. The energy struck the shield and it exploded, right in front of him.
Harry was thrown away again from the explosion. He landed near the forest. Momentum made him roll on his side for a few feet. He felt blood trickling down his face and coughed up blood on the grass. Even though his shield absorbed most of the damage, the energy the demon released was too much.
'Could have been worse.' Harry thought. He could've died. Volemort will resurrect him as an inferi and kill him again if he died. Harry slowly climbed to his feet. He felt disoriented. Maybe he had a concussion? He was sure he didn't his head, though.
Miraculously, he was still gripping his daggers. A familiar aura arrived at the scene and Harry smiled. 'Father.'
However, the demon flashed again in front of Harry. It gripped his neck and started to gather Harry's magic. The boy felt helpless. He was still disoriented from the hit before. The air was cut off again from his lungs and all the strength left his muscles. He hung limply in the demons grip.
Voldemort arrived at the Burrow or at what's left of it. Pieces of woods and debris scattered around. Bodies lay strewn all over the place. Blood coated the grass. The wards were down and Lucius already reported the Prince's recklessness. A huge explosion indicated his son's location.
He rushed towards the site followed closely by his Death Eaters. Dead bodies were banished from his path. Voldemort arrived at the edge of the garden and felt his heart constrict. Near the forest was Harry and he was hanging limply in the demon's grip. The Dark Lord felt a rush of anger and fear.
"Why are you hanging limply, doing nothing like a fool? Fight back child or have you forgotten what I thought you?" Voldemort snarled to his heir, opening their mental connection to its widest. He made his way towards the demon, eyes blazing with anger.
"... are ... limply...nothing like a fool? Fight back child or have you forgotten what I thought you?" his father's sharp voice permeated his brain.
"Father?" That voice brought him back to consciousness. His brain processed the words and shame began to build in him. True, he'd given up too early. What would father think of him right now?
Harry opened his eyes and fixed a glare worthy of his title at the demon in front of him. He felt his magic being compressed into a ball, ready to be stolen. Gathering all his energy, the Prince raised his right hand and aimed towards the demons' torso. He focused on the condensed magic in front of him.
'Reducto'
Voldemort saw Harry's raised hand. Understanding hit him and he quickly conjured his strongest shield. An explosion occurred. The blast knocked his followers to their back while he stood completely unharmed, protected by his shield. His eyes watched as his heir got thrown away from the force of the explosion, full of pride. A smirk was on his lips.
"Well done, Harry," he hissed, pleased.
A sudden influx of magic wiped the smirk off his face. His eyes widened as a rift appeared and Harry was propelled right into it. Voldemort felt his heart missed a beat. Brandishing his wand, he hoped he made it in time.
"Accio Harry."
Harry felt the heat searing his skin and a wonderful sense of flying.
"Well done, Harry."
Harry felt a bubble of warmth swell in his stomach before darkness engulfed him completely.
End of Chapter 1.
A/N: I'm sorry if there's any mistake. This is my first fanfic and my first story. I've never written stories like this before, so please be nice. Constructive criticisms are welcomed and reviews will make my day. This is the revised chapter.
