A/N: Ok so this Prologue will be just that for a while. I had this idea and I wanted to get it down before I forgot it. Don't Flame me for using the staffs from dragon age 2, I just like them better!

I don't own Dragon Age or Harry Potter

Prologue

The battle was bloody and utter hell, the darkspwan wouldn't stop coming. The hordes were merciless and unyielding in their attack. The Grey Wardens put up a good fight but there was only so many they could take before they were overwhelmed. One in particular put a hell of a fight, he was a mage form the tower and a accomplished warrior his bladed staff slicing through darkspwan and slinging destructive spells into the horde. His name was Harken and he was the youngest senior enchanter of the circle before he was inducted to the Grey Wardens. Harken was second only to Duncan in seniority and first in battle skills. He had made many an excursion down the deep roads and slew hundreds of the vile beasts.

Some called him loose cannon, and a blood thirsty killer. Others said he was a blood mage and that he consorted with demons and that he lost his soul a long time ago. All were false he was a battle mage pure and simple he did get a tad reckless though. When he was asked to travel to Ostagar as to stop the blight he accepted immediately. But as the hordes circled in around him and he saw the king and Duncan, his oldest friend, fall to the darkspwan he felt that there wasn't the support they were promised on the battlefield. Harken turned his head for a split second and saw Lohgain and the army marching back to Denerim.

Fury engulfed him and it made him call upon a great power, with the battle lost there was one last spell he could throw to hurt the enemy as much as he could. He combined the four elemental final spells and unleashed it upon the field. It devastated the land killing all on the field even the caster. But it was not the end for Harken.

Harken opened his eyes and his vision was blurring and he was crying. A doctor placed him in the arms of a red head in a bed. "Congratulations Mrs. Potter it is a boy." The red head was very happy. She looked to her husband and said "Lets call him Harry"

A/N: Like is said itll be a awhile before I update this again though if a iget enough reviews on this I will continue it and my other story.