Who am I? It's a common question, isn't it? People spend their entire lives trying to answer it. Usually, people have only one identity to sort out, one soul to master, one destiny to claim, one humanity to save. But in the rare and (he was pretty sure) unique instance where you have not one identity, but two, where you once were someone else, but now find yourself in a different world, with a different name, but with the same powers and memories as before, who are you?

As unlikely as this scenario is, it has happened exactly once in recorded history. Eren Yeager was born in the year 835 to Carla and Grisha Yeager, in a world ruled by monsters. He first killed a man when he was nine years old, he watched his mother die at the hands of a monster at the age of ten. He began his training to join the military along with his friends at the age of twelve, took part in (and almost died in) his first battle at fifteen, turned into a monster at the same battle, and spent the rest of his life using his powers to free the human race from the walls that caged them.

He died in a free world, old and happy, surrounded by his friends… those who were left, anyway.

In the future of an alternate universe, a boy named Harry Potter was born July 31, 1980. When he was four months old, he watched his mother die at the hands of a monster… but little did anyone know, he was an adult on the inside. He watched. He knew. He understood. He remembered.

Yes, Eren Yeager had been reincarnated as Harry Potter, keeping all memory of his past life… and more.

Harry, or Eren, he never truly knew who he was, was struck by a killing curse that night, and lived with only a scar as evidence. With his parents dead, he was sent to live with his abusive relatives until he was eleven, when he received a strange letter from an owl, and attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Chaos ensued, enemies rose from the ashes of something terrible that one was, and something extraordinary happened on July 17, 1996, in the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of Magic in Harry's (Or Eren's, as I said, he wasn't quite sure) fifth year at school. And that, friends, is where our story really gets exciting. So let's skip the parts that we already know, and get to that, shall we?


Harry Potter

Harry Potter raced through the doorway, fleeing the Death Eaters, his friends, the Order of the Mongoose (they had all agreed that if they were caught, 'Dumbledore's Army' would have Dumbledore arrested, so they had decided against that name), Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, and Ginny Weasley, ran through behind him. Down, down straight at the floor from a doorway suspended sixty meters in the air, they fell. Then, a foot above the ground,they froze in midair, most everyone giving out a tiny yell or grunt of surprise,and dropped to the ground face-first, completely unharmed. Harry silently thanked God (Or Shina, he wasn't sure which one to thank anymore) that the glass prophecy in his hand hadn't broken.

Harry and the others stood up. "'Department of Mysteries'. They got that part right, didn't they?" Ron asked rhetorically. Harry had to agree with him.

In the center of the room, was a stone archway with a strange, misty veil in the doorway. He could hear voices coming from it. They were speaking japanese, he could understand them. "We Give our Hearts…" They whispered. Was that some sort of door? Did it lead back to his first world? No. Never go back. Harry thought. Even to the day Eren Yeager had died, many people had hated him for being a monster.

Harry didn't want the others to know he could understand the voices. "The voices. Can you tell what they're saying?" Harry asked the others, starting to walk towards it. The others started following him.

"There aren't any voices, Harry… Let's get out of here." Hermione said. Weren't any voices? Was he just imagining it? Was his PTSD flaring? Or was he just going crazy?

"I hear them, too." Luna said. Thank God- er, Shina, or, I don't even know anymore.

"Harry, it's just an empty archway." Hermione said. "Please, Harry."

Harry heard Death Eaters headed their way. "Get behind me!" He yelled, raising his wand. The Order of the Mongoose followed his orders and raised their wands behind him. Death Eaters swooped down from all directions in clouds of smoke. Really, there was nothing Harry could do, the Death Eaters snatched up all of his friends one by one. Harry hit the floor, trying not to get grabbed. When the smoke cleared, the Death Eaters stood in a circle around the room, holding his friends in headlocks, their wands pointed at their throats.

He heard a dark chuckle coming from in front of him. Harry put on a look he hadn't used since his days fighting the Titans. Intense, angry. Surely hell couldn't hold such fury? But Lucius Malfoy, so caught up in thinking he'd won, laughed. He didn't see it.

If people were like mountains, then he was Vesuvius. And the pressure was building.

It was one of those moments where Harry wanted to sink his teeth into his hand and let the Rogue Titan bite them in half, and stomp them all in to little bloody splatters.

"Did you actually believe, or were you truly naive enough, to think… that you stood a chance… against us?" Lucius asked.

"I gave up on being naive years ago. It's not the first time the odds have been stacked against me, and it's certainly not the first time I've been up against monsters like you!" Harry snarled. But he knew… they had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. How could they?

The Death Eaters laughed. Lucius ignored Harry's comment.

"I'll make this... simple, for you, Potter… Give me the prophecy, now. Or watch your friends die."

"Are the dramatic pauses and emphasis on words really necessary, Malfoy?" Harry spat. But, then he looked around. Ron… Hermione… Neville… Luna… Ginny.

Carla Yeager… Thomas Wegner… Marco Bott… Mina Carolina… Mike Zacharias… Petra Ral… Gunter Schulz… Auruo Bossard… Erd Gin… Hannes…

The Titan reaches into the Rubble that had once been his childhood home, he can only watch in horror as his mother struggles in its grasp, that sick grin, mouth open wide, teeth snapping shut, the blood…

No. Absolutely not. His memories from his past life plagued him, of all the fallen souls at the hands of those bloody monsters. He'd lost too many friends and family to the Titans. In this life, Marley's Titans had been replaced by Voldemort's Death Eaters. And Harry Potter was going to drive them out of this world. Even if he had to do it with his bare hands.

But in this life, he was going to save as many souls as he could.

"Don't give it to them, Harry!" Neville yelled, despite being in the grasp of Bellatrix Lestrange, the madwoman who had tortured his parents into insanity. Inside, Eren Yeager smiled. Neville reminded him of Armin sometimes. Afraid, but with enough courage and pure human will to be a formidable force, indeed.

That was one of the many reasons why Harry couldn't bear to lose him. Reluctantly, with a heavy heart, Harry placed the glowing sphere into the palm of Lucius Malfoy's hand.

Suddenly, there was a flash of light in the center of the room. Harry Potter's heart soared at the sight of the man who walked out of the appeariation cloud. Lucius Malfoy turned around.

"Get away from my Godson." Sirius Black said. Then, his Godfather landed a perfect punch right on Malfoy's nose!

There were more flashes of light as the Order of the Phoenix arrived, throwing Death Eaters away from the teenagers and firing spells. Lucius Malfoy hit the ground, the prophecy tumbled out of his fingers, and shattered against the rocks. Oh, the look on his face!

Harry was starting to recognize individuals walking out of the white clouds. Tonks, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Mad-Eye, Lupin! The Death Eaters were in for it now!

The adults started herding the others behind some rocks. He and Sirius took shelter behind the archway.

"Now, listen to me! I want you to take the others and get out of here." Sirius said.

"What? No! I'm staying with you!" Harry argued.

"You've done beautifully, now let me take it from here."

"No way! If you die because I did nothing, I'll never forgive myself!"

A spell hit the arch just behind Harry and he and Sirius ducked down lower. Looking around, though the Order members who were here were a huge boost, they were still outnumbered.

"Harry-" Sirius started in a more forceful tone, but Harry interrupted.

"I'm not losing you! Nor anyone else! We've got to hit them with something unexpected!" Harry raised his wand in the air. Screw it. He knew everyone was going to find out about the omni-directional maneuvering gear eventually, so why not today, when he needed it the most and the space they were in was absolutely perfect for it?

"Multicorfors!" Harry yelled. The transfiguration spell changed his clothes into a Military Uniform from his world, the one difference being that his cloak was now black, he kept his t-shirt the same, and every insignia was now the Hogwarts crest, rather than the Wings of Freedom Wings, Garrison Roses, or Military Police Horse.

"Accio,Omni-Dimensional Maneuvering Gear!" There was a loud 'POP', and his gear appeared in a cloud of smoke.

With one more spell, the gear came to life. And at Harry's command, each strap wrapped around his legs and his chest where it was meant to, and the metal gear, with canisters enchanted to never run out of gas, and blades enchanted to block most spells, hung from his hips.

Without giving his Godfather a second to ask, Harry leapt out of his hiding place with a battle cry he'd picked up from the Titan Wars, frightening enough to make a grown man piss himself. Duels paused to stare. Without further delay, Harry pulled a set of blades out of his gear, pulled a set of triggers… with a whizz of gas, a set of harpoons shot out of his gear, straight into a wall, and Harry Potter flew.


Sirius Black

What the hell, what the hell, what the bloody hell? His Godson was flying, and acting very un-Harry like. The battle had all but stopped. Everyone was staring in wonder and awe as Harry twisted, glided, and soared over everyone's heads on the strange Omni-directional-Manuvering-Gear (As he'd called it when using the 'Accio' spell).

Of course, everyone was promptly snapped out of it when Harry swooped down at eighty miles an hour and sliced a Death Eater nearly in half with his blades. The man screamed, blood splattered against the ground, and his intestines and internal organs started spilling out of his open belly.

The Order resumed their attack. Sirius came out of his hiding place and ended up dueling a furious Lucius and an ugly Death Eater he didn't know at the same time.

A roar of fury sounded behind him. Harry came zooming past him. Sirius saw his blades slice through the man's flesh. One big, ugly injury extending up his chest and across his throat. The man fell on the ground with a scream, clutching the gushing wound on his neck.

"Nice one, Harry!" Sirius yelled (Because Harry certainly wasn't reminding Sirius of his father right then). It distracted Lucius just long enough for Sirius to disarm him and use a spell to send him flying backwards.

Bellatrix Lestrange, his bitch cousin, landed on a large rock a few yards away, raised her wand, and screamed, "AVADA KEDAVRA!" The world seemed to move in slow motion after that. The jet of green light came flying out of her wand towards him, and Sirius could not move. But suddenly, weight crashed into Sirius's side, and the next thing he knew, he was flying at incredible speed staring at Harry's back.

From what he could see, slung over Harry's shoulder like a sack of apples, the gear had a strange device on the back of it that was spewing a powerful stream of gas out behind Harry, helping the harpoons propel him around. One thing was for sure: he had to ask Harry what the heck this was and how he could learn to use it.

Harry dropped him behind some rocks next to Ron, Hermione, and the others. The killing curse that had been intended for Sirius hit the wall behind him. Only then did it register in Sirius's mind that not only had he just come that close to death, but his Godson had just saved his life.

"B***H! Do you know what you almost did?! You beasts took my parents, you took Cedric, you won't take anyone else!" Harry screeched.

"What the bloody hell's gotten into Harry?" Ron asked. "This is unusual?" Sirius asked. This was the first time Sirius had seen Harry in a real battle. Maybe this was normal?

"He's never acted so… furious before. And don't you dare ask me what he's wearing, because even I don't know!" Hermione said.

The next second, Harry went flying at Bellatrix Lestrange, screaming at the top of his lungs. "EXPELLIARMUS!" He roared. Bellatrix's wand went flying out of her hand.

"Aaaand, now he's using magic, too." Sirius said.

A Death Eater rushed to Bellatrix's aid and actually managed to hit him with a weak spell that knocked him off course, sending him tumbling to the ground. Bellatrix snatched up her wand and went running out one of the doors. Harry did a pop up and landed on his feet with his wand in his hand. "Expeliarmus!" Harry yelled. The man's wand flew from his grasp.

Harry stuck his blades back into his gear and got into a fighting stance. What was Harry doing? The other man was much bigger and looked much stronger than Harry. The Death Eater rushed at Harry, but Harry swung his back arm in a perfect knife-hand strike to the neck… And the Death Eater's head flew clean off.

Everyone froze.

The man's corpse fell to the ground with a thud. Harry's hand was twisted in position that wasn't natural. Sirius just knew it was broken. But when Harry screamed, it wasn't of pain, it was of pure untamed rage. There was just something even more unsettling than usual when you watch a fifteen year old commit murder without even flinching. Harry turned around and bolted down the corridor Bellatrix had run down.

Death Eaters started disappearing, clouds of smoke going the same direction Harry had gone. "I've got the kids! Go get Harry!" Kingsley Shacklebolt cried.

Sirius nodded and ran after Harry. Lupin and Tonks ran after him, with Mad Eye limping along behind as fast as he could. When they reached the Ministry's main lobby, it was empty. "They must have kept going." Tonks said.

Then, a voice yelled, "Expelliarmus!" All of the Order's wands flew out of their hands and into the hand of a Death Eater that had come out of nowhere. The rest of the Death Eaters appeared a second later and surrounded the group.

A few seconds later, a few more Death Eaters came down the corridor they had come from, forcing the kids and Shacklebolt in with them. "There were too many." Kingsley said. A Death Eater handed the wands of Shacklebolt, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Luna, and Ginny to the same Death Eater holding everyone else's wands. But where was-

"Where's Harry?" Ginny asked. There was laughter. "No idea." Bellatrix Lestrange said. Sirius wasn't sure how, but she had her wand back. "The brat disappeared." Then she started laughing again. "I think he bailed when he had the chance."

"No!" Ron yelled. "Harry would never leave us!" Hermione shouted.

"He left you." A voice said. Everyone stiffened. Sirius felt a breath on the back of his neck, and all the little hairs stood on end. Bellatrix Lestrange chuckled darkly. Sirius could only watch in horror as Lord Voldemort appeared in front of them.

Sirius felt rage build up in his chest. This was the scum that had all but destroyed the Marauders. He'd turned Wormtail against them, and he'd murdered Prongs and Lily. It was also technically his fault Sirius had been sent to Azkaban. Sirius balled his hands into fists. Was this how the last two Marauders were going to die?


Neville Longbottom

Sirius Black tried to run at Voldemort. Neville supposed it was just because he knew they were all going to die anyway. What was he doing here, anyway? Wasn't he a Death Eater? He was pretty sure he'd heard Hermione yell at him and the others that he was Harry's Godfather. Whatever. Luckily, Lupin managed to hold him back long enough for Black to think straight again, and he stopped. But if looks could kill…

"So… weak." He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named said.

Just then, Albus Dumbledore walked out of a fireplace. They were saved! Dumbledore was here! But could even he save all of them from all these Death Eaters and You-know-who? Voldemort and the Death Eaters turned to him, the Death Eaters getting into a stance ready to fight. "It was foolish of you to come here tonight, Tom." Dumbledore said.

"I see no reason to think so. Your Order is defeated, your Boy-Who-Lived is on the run." Voldemort said.

Voldemort turned around so he was looking around the room. "Alright, Harry. Enough hiding… I know you're here. Come out. Every ten seconds I have to wait, one of your friends gets the cruciatus curse, then… Avada Kedavra."

Oh no. That was one thing Neville knew Harry wouldn't let happen. He'd come out in a heartbeat to save them. "Don't do it Harry! Even if every single one of us are dead, don't come out! Hide! Save yourself!" Neville shouted, hoping Harry could hear him. "Yes, Harry! Run! Save yourself!" Hermione yelled.

"Crucio." The Dark Lord sent a cruciatus right at Neville… was this it? Was he to be tortured into insanity? WIth the very spell that had done the same to his parents?

But then… Remus Lupin jumped in the way. All Neville could do was watch in silent horror as Lupin, the werewolf, their friend and former Defense-Against-The-Dark-Arts Teacher, collapsed onto the ground and screamed in pure agony, taking the pain that should have been his. After twenty long, horrific seconds (Neville couldn't help but count), Voldemort stopped. There was blood coming out of Lupin's mouth and ears, he was coughing, and he was shaking. Hermione and Sirius knelt down and started trying to comfort him. Neville couldn't move.

"Last chance, Harry. Last chance to save him." Voldemort said to the room in a mocking tone. "Enough of this, Tom." Dumbledore said, getting his wand out. But he was ignored. Everyone was watching and listening for any sign of Harry James Potter. One… Two… Three… No answer. Voldemort turned to them, raised his wand, and opened his mouth. Neville closed his eyes. Then…

"Seid ihr das Essen?

Nein, wir sind der Jäger!"

Voldemort froze. Everyone stopped and looked around. Harry's voice had sounded out… in a language Neville didn't understand. His voice wasn't coming from one direction, it was coming from everywhere. Like the walls were talking. Maybe Hermione knew. She was much smarter and more clever than him, perhaps she knew.

"Hermione, what did he just say?" Neville whispered at her.

Hermione gulped. "It's… German. It means, 'Are we the prey? No, we are the hunters!'"

"Why the hell would he say that?" Mad Eye asked.

"Actually, it almost sounded like he sang it." Hermione said.

Suddenly, in English, Harry's voice began to sing at a slow, almost depressed tempo once more.

"Our names won't be remembered,

If we die like trampled flowers."

Some of the Death Eaters started firing spells in random directions. Dumbledore cast a quick protection spell to prevent any of them from hitting anyone. One bark from their master, and the Death Eaters stopped. Then, Harry's voice sounded again.

"I refuse to be forgotten,

written off as less than worthless."

Other than Harry's voice, Neville was sure you could have heard a pin drop, the silence was so quiet.

"Scream and cry, but none will hear you,

Plead and beg, but none will help you.

You no longer live as cattle,

Will you rise and join the battle?"

Next to her, Lupin finally stood up on shaky legs, Sirius helped to support him. His eyes searching the room for the source of the voice, just like the others.

"There are beings that live off our fears.

"And their words

are like knives

as they play

with our lives."

"They'll try to control you,

And act as they own you,

Will you let them steal your freedom?

Channel the anger swelling inside you,

"Fighting the boundary 'till you break through."

Deep in your soul, there's no hesitation.

So make yourself the one they all fear.

"There is a wild fire inside you,

Burning desire you can't extinguish.

Your crimson arrow rips through the twilight…"

Neville heard a now familiar whizz of gas, and Harry Potter dropped down from the ceiling a few yards in front of the Dark Lord.

"This is the moment for war." Harry finished. His demeanor was calm, but his eyes still burned with rage matching the fires of hell. Neville had never seen this side of Harry, and he wasn't sure whether or not he liked it.

"Harry?" Dumbledore asked aloud, staring at Harry's unusual attire.

"Harry." Voldemort said with a sick smile. "Have you come to your death?" Voldemort asked.

"No, I am not ready to die yet." Harry said calmly. "But I am not going to let you have any of them, either."

Harry slowly pulled a set of blades out of the device on his hips.

"I have lived enough of my existence having my freedom and my loved ones stolen from me by monsters like you. I won't let you do it anymore!" The rage was returning, and Harry was beginning to lose his composure.

"Scum like you… you shouldn't be allowed to exist anymore, you Motherf***er! That's why I'm going to drive you out of this world! Every last one of you!"

"A bit young to use this kind of language, aren't we, Harry?" The Dark Lord asked.

"When the f*** did we get on a first name basis, Tom? Why don't you just shut the f*** up and crawl back under whatever rock you were hiding under for thirteen f***ing years, huh?" That rage was growing.

"Harry-" Sirius said. Harry's eyes fell on his Godfather. The fire in his eyes died down, and he smiled.

"May I at least have some last words, before you inevitably kill me?" Harry asked Voldemort. The Dark Lord was seething. "By all means." He growled.

"Hermione, you speak Japanese, right?" Harry asked. Hermione slowly nodded.

Harry began speaking fluently in japanese. His statement was rather long, Neville had to wonder what he'd said to feel he needed to speak another language. It was probably because he didn't want the Death Eaters to understand it, but what would he say that he wouldn't want them to hear? And since when could Harry speak japanese?

Then Hermione started talking. "Harry- what? What do you mean you'd never eat us? What's going on?"

But Harry was already looking to the whole group, no longer just her. "Everyone! No matter how bad this looks, don't attack me! I have total control! No matter how many of these bastards I kill, no matter how scary I look, I would never hurt you!" Harry cried. There were tears forming in his eyes.

"Harry! Don't! He'll kill you!" Ginny cried. Tonks was having to hold her back. "Don't be an idiot, Potter!" Mad-Eye hollered. "Harry, no!" Ron yelled. But Harry's attention was on Voldemort.

"Hey, Asshole. I know you can't help being hideous, but I can't help not wanting to look at you, anymore." Harry snarled.

"You dare-"

"To what? Grow a pair? Finally put you in your place, you son of a bitch? All my life, all I've known is hate for one thing-"

Voldemort sent a spell at Harry that sliced a long cut across one of his arms. Harry didn't cry out, he didn't even flinch.

"But I've never wanted anyone more dead in my entire life." Harry started calmly walking forward.

"Harry, let me deal with this. We need you alive!" Dumbledore said, trying to reason with him, but Harry was beyond all reason.

"I do not fight for you, Professor. Nor do I fight for the Ministry. I fight for humanity. I fight against those who threaten it. Last time, that enemy was the Titans. Now, it's you, Voldemort. And all who stand with you. You have murdered my Mother, my Father, and so many others. Do you know what I did to the last Motherf***er who killed my Mother?"

What the bloody hell did he mean by that? How many people could possibly kill one person's Mother? How did that statement make any sense at all?

Then, the entire room was thrown into shock, as steam started billowing out of the fresh injury on Harry's arm, then on every little scrape and scratch on his face and the rest of his body, rising up, the skin started reforming, covering over, stitching back together, healing over like they had never happened. His hand, obviously broke, was twisting back into a correct position. Once it was done, he clenched his fists, perfectly healed. Holy crap!

Looking rather freaked out (which was an accomplishment in itself), You-Know-Who fired a spell at Harry that took his arm completely off below the shoulder. Harry cried out, but did not back down. Again, steam started pouring out of his wound. Bolts of lightning started appearing on and around Harry's body. Neville didn't think he'd ever seen his friend look more like a badass.

"Voldemort, you piece of shit! Damn you! Asshole! Assholes! All of you! I hope you pieces of hippogriff shit are pleased with yourselves! I bet I could scour through the history of mankind, in any world, and only find a few people even a fraction as evil as you! You should all be erased! Trash like you shouldn't be allowed to exist! What goes through your head on a daily basis? You disgust me! Thinking about your face makes my insides churn! You make me wanna puke! You're a PEST! A filthy, disgusting PEST!"

Then, Harry screamed. "And PESTS have to be EXTERMINATED!"

Just as Voldemort and the other Death Eaters were raising their wands and started casting killing curses. What happened next was nothing short of unexplainable. Lightning appeared out of nowhere and struck the earth… right on top of Harry.


Hermione Granger

The blast sent everyone flying in all different directions. The lightning was blinding, but Hermione caught a glimpse of a huge form taking shape. She didn't see anything after that, because the light finally blinded her. The force of the blast threw her off her feet. She felt herself crash into a few people, then tumble to the ground. When she opened her eyes, there were black spots on her vision, but she could see everyone was slowly getting up. But a few were frozen on the ground, staring up with looks of pure terror written on their faces. Hermione looked up… and gasped in horror when she saw why.

There was a monster towering over her head. It was a huge, naked male figure, but lacking genitalia. It was incredibly muscular, with a well toned, muscular body. A beautiful six-pac ran up it's belly. And it had long, shoulder-length black hair that vaguely reminded Hermione of Snape. Hermione couldn't move from the shock, but she gasped once more when she saw it's face. It had elongated, sharp ears, a long, sharp nose, high cheekbones, and a pair of unusually bright green eyes that were sunken into his face. It's mouth was a strange, jagged shape, it had no lips or flesh on its cheeks, showing all of his teeth. But the real reason Hermione gasped was because there was a terrified human being clamped between his teeth. A Death Eater, the one that had been holding their wands.

Hermione happened to see Voldemort out of the corner of her eye, staring unmoving in surprise and horror at the creature. The monster looked around, it's eyes fell on the Dark Lord. It's eyes narrowed. Looking straight at He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, the creature growled and bit the man clean in half. The force of the bite sent the half that hadn't been in it's- his mouth flying. It landed just a few feet in front of Hermione.

She'd never get that image out of her head. The dead man's eyes looked right through her, the look of pure agony and terror forever frozen on his face. The lower half of his body was missing, and blood, intestines, and every other thing in there was spilling out. To top it off, the force of the impact of the man's corpse hitting the ground had split his skull open. A splatter of blood landed right on Hermione's cheek.

Hermione barely managed to tear her eyes away from the corpse. The monster spat the other half of the man out, right at Voldemort. But still, no one moved. No one spoke. The creature stood up to it's full height. Hermione had to guess at least fifteen meters, making it twice as tall as a giant (which had an average height of twenty-five feet, or 7.5 meters)! And then, it roared!

The terrifying sound snapped just about everyone out of their shocked state. Wizards. Order, Student, and Death Eater alike, started scrambling to their feet. The creature started stomping on Death Eaters as fast as it could, and swatting them dead as easily as flies, blood splattering on impact. Hermione saw Bellatrix Lestrange run into one of the floo fireplaces and disappear. Lucius Malfoy did the same a few seconds later. The ones that stayed started firing killing curses at it, but they weren't doing anything! God, was that thing immortal? Hermione spotted a figure running towards her, and realized it was Sirius. "Sirius, RUN!" Hermione screamed.

The creature spotted the tiny figure running away. In one swift movement, it had scooped up Sirius in its grasp. Hermione gasped. She couldn't move! She could only watch in horror as it lifted Sirius up to it's face and start to open it's mouth. Sirius screamed. The thing froze, closed it's mouth, and looked closely at the human in it's hand. Immediately, it's eyes softened, it's grip loosened, and it made a noise that almost sounded like a purr.

Sirius stared at it, then after a moment, Hermione saw his mouth move as he said something, but she didn't hear it over the screaming. Whatever he'd said, the creature made another noise, and placed Sirius on it's shoulder. Sirius grabbed the creature's hair to keep himself on, and the creature went back to stomping and smashing Death Eaters.

"Our wands! I got our wands!" Tonks yelled. She was running away from the first victim's corpse, having pried their wands out of his cold, dead fingers. Hermione ran beside her with the others, away from the battle, and prayed the creature wouldn't see them. Tonks thrust Hermione's wand into her hands.

"COWARDS!" A Death Eater screamed. Killing Curses started flying in the direction of the Order of the Phoenix and the Order of the Mongoose. Was this the end? Then, there was a crash of gigantic feet hitting the ground right in front of them. Hermione was blown off her feet from the impact once more. When the smoke cleared, there stood the creature, having taken every single blow that would have hit them, a good chunk of one of it's arms was missing. The Death Eaters kept firing.

A spell went at the creature's head, and was going to hit Sirius. The creature quickly put it's hand over its neck to protect Sirius. The spell hit it's hand and blasted a few fingers off. The creature removed its hand, Hermione could see bone sticking out. "I did damage! We're doing damage! Let's kill this thing!" The Death Eater who had fired the spell shouted. Too soon. The second he said it, steam started billowing out of the wound on it's hand and shoulder, bone grew back in an instant, followed swiftly by muscle fragments that wrapped around the bone, and skin that grew over the muscle.

"It can regenerate! Killing curses don't work! It's immortal!" A Death Eater screamed.

"Try going for it's brain! See it get up then!" Voldemort ordered. Death Eaters started sending explosive spells at the creature's head. Realizing it couldn't protect Sirius, it grabbed Sirius in it's hand and dropped him safely on the ground before the spells hit.

They hit it's head, alright. Blasted it open, too. In fact, the creature stumbled and fell over (right onto yet another Death Eater). But a few seconds later, steam started billowing out of it's skull, and in less than a minute, it was squashing Death Eaters, roaring in rage again at full strength.

Hermione noticed that it kept trying to go after Voldemort on purpose, as though it knew he was the leader. And slowly, using itself as bait, it was moving the fight away from them, as if it was trying to move the fight away from them. But why would it do that?

Just then, Sirius made it back to where the rest of the Order was in a corner, trying to stay away from the battle. "Sirius! Why didn't it kill you?" Lupin asked. Sirius had a look on his face that was a mix of several things: shock, fear, confusion. He said something incoherent under his breath. "What is it, spit it out, man!" Mad-Eye said.

"It's Harry!" Sirius shouted at him.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, Ron was the first to speak. "No way, mate! I think I'd bloody well know if my best friend could turn into a bloody monster!"

"Ron, I thought the same thing, but it is Harry. I asked it and it… made a noise that sounded like 'yes'. That's why it stopped itself when it realized it was me. That's why it's moving the battle away from us! That's why it's only going after Death Eaters and isn't attacking us. That's why it seems to be specifically trying to kill You-Know-Who! Besides, look at it! It looks like Harry! It's got the same green eyes as him!"

Hermione realized he was right, it did resemble Harry. And it was acting in the same angry fashion Harry had been acting like.

"Albus, you always seem to know everything, so what the bloody hell is going on?" Mad-Eye asked.

"Alastor, for once, I have absolutely no idea." Dumbledore replied.

Then, two words came out of Lord Voldemort's mouth that Hermione Granger never thought she'd hear. "FULL RETREAT!"

The Death Eaters didn't need to be told twice. They started disappearing faster than Hermione thought possible. Surely, it was some kind of record. The Monster roared and made one final grab for the Dark Lord… but he vanished in a cloud of black smoke in the palm of it's hand. And by then, there were no more Death Eaters to destroy.

The creature raised its head to the ceiling and roared with rage, with self-loathing. So furious it hadn't killed the one that mattered the most. Then, it stopped. And it slowly turned around to look at them. It had an expression that looked… sad, almost. It started taking slow steps towards them. Wands flew out.

"No! I'm telling you, it's Harry!" Sirius cried.

"Based on a noise it made and a coincidence? I don't trust it, Black!" Mad-Eye barked.

The creature made a sad, cooing, moaning noise, making everyone look up at it. It's whole body was slumped, it was clearly exhausted. It's legs shook, then gave way under it, and it collapsed onto it's front. Hermione gasped. It's head was turned towards them. Looking at them with sleepy green eyes. Slowly, the light left them, and green orbs closed. It took one last breath, and did not move. Steam started coming off it's body, up into the atmosphere, only to be stopped by the ceiling and gather there.

"Is it… dead?" Ron asked.

"As long as it's not trying to kill us, who cares?" Tonks asked.

"I must side with you, Tonks." Lupin said.

Hermione did not speak. She was staring at one spot on the creature's back. The nape of it's neck, actually. A spot of flesh had shifted, Hermione was sure of it, and steam was pouring out of it even more than the rest of the monster's body. Then, and Hermione knew she wasn't imagining it, something moved.

Hermione heard a fleshy, squelching sound. She squinted, looking through the steam. Her heart stopped. There was a figure coming out of the nape of the creature's neck. Pulling itself out of it like it had been fused there. Hermione could see it ripping away pieces of muscle that were stuck all over his body, his face, his arms.

Then, all the tendons broke. And an unconscious human being threw his head back. His body weight was resting perfectly on his knees, his arms slack, just so that he was sitting up there, his face turned up to the heavens, his chest out regally. The light reflected off his glasses. Hermione gasped in shock. It was Harry.

Hermione didn't remember running to the giant disintegrating corpse, she didn't remember scrambling up it, either. The next thing she knew, she was on her knees in front of one of her best friends, atop the dead monster's hot back. And Harry Potter was in her arms, and she was holding him close. His body was warm.

Hermione didn't know why, but she found herself with her ear pressed to his chest, desperately listening for a heartbeat. Then, she heard it… Ba-bump-dun. Ba-bump-dun. Ba-bump-dun… Hermione felt tears swelling up in her eyes, and she wrapped her arms around her friend and she cried.

Then Sirius Black was there, too. Embracing Hermione and his unconscious Godson. Hermione could hear him sobbing, and she could feel his tears making her shirt wet, but it didn't matter. Because Harry Potter was alive!


So, if I can get some reviews, I'll continue this. It's been floating around the old noggin for quite some time. Who else liked that sudden blast of Harry/Eren badassdom giving Moldymort the what for? No to brag, but I sure did! I was looking for something like this on here, but couldn't find it. And you know what they say, when you can't find a fanfiction, make it your own! And this happened. But I'll only give you more if you review! Good day!

-alphashley14