Disclaimer: I do not own either Harry Potter or League of Legends. Whodathunkit?

A bit about me: I am still in high school, so don't expect me to update this story often. This is just for me to hone in on my writing skills, and what better way for me to practice writing than create a fanfic? :D

In all honesty, it has been so long since I have read the Harry Potter books or even seen the movies. I haven't even watched Deathly Hollows yet, but I did read the book a few years ago. So everything I'm putting in my writing is taken from places like the wiki and Sparknotes. So much stuff to go over :(

If I ever make a spelling or grammar mistake, please let me know. I'll be sure to fix it asap.

The lore of League of Legends will be when the Institute of War still exists, because that's the only lore we have of the game before Riot messed it all up. :(

This chapter is mainly just foreshadowing and takes place before the dementors attack Harry and Dudley, so enjoy. :D

Chapter 1

Dursley's House

Harry had another one of those nightmares. He was back in the cemetery, reliving Cedric's death over and over. Continuous visions of Voldemort haunted him, and Harry was scared of going back to sleep. He didn't want to see Cedric die again. He didn't want to see Voldemort again. Yet, there was nothing he could do about. Sleep, like many things, is inevitable.

And so, Harry lay awake on his bed, waiting to appear back in the cemetery once more. He yawned loudly due to a lack of sleep for not wanting to see Cedric die again. And who could disagree with that? What kind of person would want to watch their friend and peer die over and over again, every single night?

His eyes finally closed, much to his dismay, and he drifted off to sleep blissfully, if only for a minute. And of course, Harry found himself back in the nightmare once again. The air was foggy and musty, and the grass was grey and dead. Yet, it felt wrong to Harry. Of course, Cedric's death is wrong in itself in many ways over, but this feeling perplexed Harry. It was different. It was like taking the most pious, virtuous man in existence and sticking him in the middle of a hot, sweaty brothel. Harry felt out of place. He felt like, much to his perturbation, that he did not belong here. Like he was in another world, and the inhabitants of this world did not want Harry in here.

Looking around, he could see nothing beyond what was a few inches in front of his face due to this thick and musty fog. Harry moved cautiously through the fog, his wand at the ready. Minutes passed by and so did hours. Maybe even days or years. Harry couldn't keep track of time. It felt like time didn't exist in this realm. Grass gave way to sand, and the murky air gave way to a clear sky.

It was then that Harry heard the sound. That cacophonous sound that drove people mad. The constant banging of a drum from far away. As Harry moved closer to the source of the noise, the sound grew louder, and it tortured Harry's brain more and more. Harry had to find out what exactly was making that noise. An incredible curiosity filled Harry more than anything, and he trudged through the fine sand with the gleaming sun and scorching heat beating down on him.

Over the hill he went, and over another hill, and over another hill, until he finally saw what was causing such terrible noise. By now, after what felt like a decade of trudging along through the sand, the sound was banging in his ear, and his brain was bouncing around inside his head. A headache couldn't even begin to describe the feeling in his head. Sweat was pouring from all over his body, and his lips are cracked and his eyelids felt heavy. What drove Harry to such an extent to find out what was causing this noise, he did not know. He just knew that he had to find out. That it is destined for him to be here.

Harry didn't have any more energy to move. He lay in the burning sand, his blood boiling away and his skin melting off. He was finally close enough that when he tilted his head up, he saw that it was not a drum that was beating, but a large figure slamming a large scepter on the ground over and over, much like that of a lumberjack chopping wood.

"Plus three... plus three... plus three... plus three... plus three..."

The figure kept speaking that same phrase over and over whenever he would slam his scepter into the ground. It was not before long that the noise stopped, and the figure turned around to look at Harry.

Harry shivered in fright for a moment before quickly getting up onto his feet. As lethargic as he was however, Harry had been in many fights before, and he knew when danger was approaching. And this was a momentous danger. However, the scorching sun was too much for Harry, and try as he could, but he couldn't keep on his feet for very long. After a while, he finally succumbed to the desert heat and dropped to his knees. The figure was striding over to Harry with every passing second, and Harry could do nothing but watch and writhe in pain.

When the figure finally approached, Harry took a good, hard look at his executioner. It resembled a man in body, but the face was different. It had a large muzzle, like that of a dog, and its ears are long and pointed, also like that of a dog.

When the giant opened his muzzle to speak, one very familiar voice came out.

"You stupid boy! What in tarnation are you doing! Stop sweating everywhere! You're getting the bed all dirty and wet, you fucking imbecile. God damn it, can't you do anything right, you good for nothing piece of shit!"

Harry quickly opened his eyes to the sight of Uncle Vernon's reddened and bloated face in front of Harry's own face.

"Waking me up in the middle of the night with your damn screaming and crying. Fucking hell, you're like a damn baby, bawling his eyes everywhere. Can't you be normal for one single day?"

Was he really screaming and crying? Knowing his Uncle, he probably blew it out of proportion, but still, being so loud to be able to wake up his uncle who snores like a train is quite a feat.

"Go the fuck back to sleep boy, and if I catch you waking me up again in the middle of the night, I swear to the highest power up there that I will send you to jail where a delinquent like you belongs in."

Uncle Vernon stomped out of the room, but not before slamming the door shut, shaking the entire house, and quite possibly the entire world with that kind of force.

It wasn't until Harry could hear Uncle Vernon snoring again from the other side of the house that he started to relax. He laid back in his bed, underneath his covers, thinking that somehow, these covers could protect him from the danger of the outside world. Harry started shivering in fright before realizing that if he went back to sleep, he would probably have the same dream again with the same giant from before, and if he didn't then he would just have to relive Cedric's death again, which was equally as bad, and he didn't want any part to do with that. And so, Harry stayed awake all through the night, at least until his body forced him to go to sleep.

After the dementors attack Harry and Dudley.

The Institute of War

"Everybody, listen up and be quiet. I have very important news to tell all of you."

All of the champions that participated in the League of Legends and engaged in bloody and gruesome battles on the Fields of Justice, save for the ones that are imprisoned due to their high level of terror and threat, waited in silence in the main stadium for high councilor Vessaria Kolminye to speak up. The high councilor is the highest position one could have in the League of Legends. Only the greatest magicians could become a high councilor for the League of Legends.

Standing up on the stage in front of all of the champions in the League of Legends, the high councilor begins to announce her message into the microphone.

"I have just received word from a long-time friend and colleague of mine. His world is in grave danger, and so I want a few of you to help him out with his problem. I have already chosen who will go, and so I will-"

The entire stadium was in uproar after hearing what the high councilor had just said.

"I am not going to another soddy world! You can't force me to!"

"What are you doing? You dragged me to this stupid world, and now you're going to send me to another world?"

"I will not do your dirty work for you. If you're such a powerful magician, how come you can't do it yourself?"

Only after a few seconds, the entire stadium froze. "I am the high councilor. What I say is absolute. Whatever I say goes. Do not disobey my orders."

The tremendous amount of power that the champions felt in that moment was enough to shut them up. They had been in the Fields of Justice many times over, and have witnessed near-death experience many times over. But this magnitude of power couldn't even compare to what is shown on the Fields of Justice. Truly, to be a high councilor, one must first be a great magician.

"Think of this as the greatest honor you could get. Out of the many skilled champions that we have here, I specifically chose you. Besides, I will handsomely reward you all if you get the task done.

And so, I shall announce those who will be helping me out with this task:

Nasus
Fizz
Zed
Kassadin
LeBlanc
Darius
Draven
Shaco

I am proud to announce these eight champions that shall be going on this expedition. May you all have the best of luck on your new journey."

Hmm... what was your name again? Harry Potter, was it? You didn't tell me your name, but I already know who you are, as those that have lived for eons know everything. You have a big storm coming your way, you know? But there is no need to fret. For I am coming. And I am ready.

End of Chapter 1

Authors note!

Hey, I'm done!

Wow, that took so much effort to write such a small amount. How does one write a 10000 word chapter so fast, and yet I can only write 1500 words ;-; I guess it starts slow in the beginning huh? Well, hopefully I start to pick up the pace once we get to the fun stuff.

Oh, and sorry if I made Uncle Vernon curse too much. He just seems like the type of guy to curse you out, you know? :D