Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

A/N Allright this is the 2nd story i have ever written this on is a little more on the dark side but none the less very good. in my opnion at least. This is an AU 6th year fic that completely disregards HBP and DH there are no Horcruxes in this story. A prophesy talks of a warrior from the west who will ride into battle. This warrior comes in and immidiatly changed the face of the game. not only that he offers to train harry in the art of combat. however Many qestion is brute tactics on the battlefield. How can he just kill like that? without mercy. Should we all show a little mercy even to the worst of enemies?

The small village outside of Kent was a peaceful magical village which happen to be one of the few untouched by muggles. While not as amazing as Hogsmead it was still peaceful. However on this night there was nothing peaceful about St. Otterperry.

Death eaters arrived to the outskirts of the town with orders to kill anything that moved. Since word was out that the dark lord had returned, Voldemort ordered his minions to go out and strike fear into the side of the light. It was time to take this war to the next level. He wanted death destruction and mayhem, he wanted people to quiver in fear while they slept in the comfort of there own beds and that was exactly what he did

"Slaughter them all." That was all he needed to say the deatheaters descended upon the town like wild fire

The small village was burning down. Woman and children were running in the streets being tortured, killed, or worst. The death eaters showed no mercy. Fenir Greyback and his wild pack of werewolves ripped children limb from limb. The dementors swept down from the sky sucking the souls from the living. Vampires fed on the woman as the people of this village had their worst fears being realized. Lord Voldemort stood atop of the hill overlooking the complete carnage and smiling. To his right was Bellatrix Lestrange, his 2nd in command, and his mistress. To his left was his new Alley in the war.... one whom he did not have back in the first war. His skin as pale as the moonlight his hair draped down to his shoulders. He had cold lifeless grey eyes that looked like death. His name was Drake the leader of the vampire armies overlooked with pride as his minions ripped into there victims.

"I think I shall go down and have some fun." Drake said smirking as he licked his lips at the many victims that would fall to him tonight

"Aye yes....you have earned that my friend." Voldemort said admiring the death and carnage

Drake unsheathed his sword and swooped down unto the living just then 2 deatheaters were seen dragging an elderly woman to Voldemorts feet.

"Crab, Goyle. I had best hope that there is something interesting about this woman or you will find yourselves in her place. I had asked for entertainment, I doubt these she would last more than a few moments under my tender care. You shall suffer for your ignorance."

Before he could bring down his wand to strike the cruciatus curse one of them spoke.

"My lord! She's a seerer. She has made a prophesy! In pertains to Potter."

Voldemort lowered his wand and walked up to the woman. Her eyes were blank and she begun to speak in a mythical voice.

"A warrior from the west shall ride into battle! One of which can protect the chosen one. His power immense for he is one of the remaining immortal ones if he should fight the dark lord will fail! The warrior from the west shall ride into battle..."

Voldemort sent a killing curse to the woman and she fell to the ground dead.

He scratched his chin and walked around "Interesting So they do exist."

"My lord what is the immortal ones" asked Bella.

" Bella you surprise me, I know you to have been well educated at Hogwarts . Information on the legend is very sketchy But if my knowledge serves me correctly the prophesy she made is in pertains to a legend of 8 warriors created by Zeus himself to in the fire of Hades. All forged for the entertainment of the gods. All 8 were placed upon the earth and were set against each other, and the victor to become a god himself the victor to become The God of War. One by one the warriors dropped. There powers spread amongst the survivors. Finally there were just 2 remaining Zechial and Thermotites. They battled day and night across the land of Greece till finally Zechial had bested Thermotites. He rose his daggers in the air as Zeus urged him to strike...only he didn't. He looked back up into the mountains of Olympus and told Zeus he would be the god's puppet no more. Zeus rained lightening down from the sky killing Thermotites. Zechial ran as fast as he could and escaped Zeus wrath. He went far beyond his sight and traveled into the west.....an immortal...with powers given to him by the gods of Olympus...an ultimate warrior...one of which would be a dangerous foe...if he should side with the light."

Bella looked at her master.

"However my lord....if he should become our alley in this war..."

With that Voldemort smiled. "Then we would have a force of unstoppable magnitude that not even the old fool and his bird order would be able to stand up against. Potter would fall to me and the world would be mine"

"But my lord how do we go about finding him"

Drake came walking up to Voldemort his sword stained in blood...his mouth stained as well.

" My ears might be mistaken me But are you telling the story of the Immortal warrior Zechial?"

Voldemort looked interested now. It would seen he was not the only man who had knowledge of the legend "Why yes. A Prophesy has been made about him. There is possibility that he may ruin the plans that I have for Potter.

"So you wish to seek him out then?" Drake retorted

"It is of my many desires for the time being yes I do"

"What if I were to tell you that of recently his whereabouts have become known to me as my minions in the west have had run in with him in the past. You wish him to join our side?"

"Yes my dear friend. He would give us the power we need in order to rule the world... and then.... when I'm done.... I shall find a way to take his immortality and use it for my own."

Drake smiled. "Then I best to tell you where he is then"

The temperatures were soaring sky high in New York City as one of the cities worst heat waves continued on for its 6th straight days. Once again temperatures reached triple digits which ensued many to head to the beaches or to head straight to community pools. It was the perfect day for a New York City construction worker as well.

Zee rose the sledge hammer over his head and broke down another rock, you had to love Manuel labor even on the hottest of days. Primarily for those who pissed off the boss which he was quite good at apprently. Zee did not mind however. He had his cd Player in his pocket blasting as he broke rock after rock. He did not mind the heat either. He had faced alot worse then a sweltering hot city day. He looked up toward the street to see two girls staring and smiling as they walked by

"Always good to know i still got the looks" he said to himself smiling.

"Bauer! get your ass over here now!" The boss called out

One of his friends nudged him "Yo Zee boss wants you and man he looks pissed"

"As always" Zee took off his headphones and walked over to the boss "What can i do for you boss?"

"You mind telling me who the hell said you can listen to music while you are working?"

"I figured I'd just do something to take my mind off the heat boss calm down"

"Calm down?! You are doing that shit over there for a reason because you keep fucking up showing up late showing up drunk! Well I've had it up to here with your bullshit I figured I would be lenient with a fellow Marine but i can see none of that crap matters to you! You're Fired pack up your shit and get out!"

Zee knew that was coming he did go through this job rather vicariously he just did not see to care for that fact that he could say that about allot of his jobs. Zee packed his stuff and went on home there was one thing to look forward too though. It was Friday night. After long and crappy day at the construction site the first thing Zee wanted was go home shower then go out and get drunk. Zee got home quickly and did just that. He hopped in the shower and let the cold water trickle over his body cooling it off.

When he got out he took a look at himself in the mirror before getting dressed. His body was riddled with scars. Each one told a different story one hell of a story as he would put it. At 6ft3 dark brown hair and crystal blue eyes that sparkled the way the Caribbean does it was hard to believe that this young face had seen over 3000 years of existence.

"Not bad for 3000 years old" he said to himself. Zee looked more like he was in his early 20s then he did 3000, although it worked against him. Sometimes bartenders would refuse to serve him thinking he was carrying a fake ID. They always thought he was some slick High school kid trying to get his first drink. He quickly got dressed. He put on his lucky black button down shirt and combed his hair back.

"I look to good to strike out tonight" he winked at the mirror and went out the door to meet the guys at Smiths Pub in the city.

In most cities across the United States bars closed at 12. However one of the reasons Zee loved New York City was the 4am closing. The night had started out with him drinking with his construction buddies, then he approached the flock of females. It was nearly 3 am and now it was just him and her. He knew he had worn the lucky shirt for a reason he never strikes out in it. He knew very well how this game worked as well. She was the prettiest girl in the bar. The one that every guy pined after. She would scope out her options and choose the one that was worthy of playing hide the sausage and as of right now all signs were pointing to just that for Zee. Nothing could ruin his night... until a group of men walked into the bar.

"What's wrong you have this scrunched up look on your face...is the beer bad?"

Zee smiled at her. "No course not just have a bit of a headache." He lied right away he could tell who entered the bar. The stench of blood was far too strong coming from two of the individuals. They were vampires. The other four had an aura of power he could pick up easily.

"Wizards" He muttered under his breath. Now what were the odds they were all hear together. It was painfully obvious they were hearing for him. He just frowned and rolled his eyes

"Why tonight of all nights" he said quietly. It had been nearly 2 decades with out an incident. The truce between him and the vampire nation was shaky but he had made a pack with the elder in the region. Why were they here? One of the wizards approached him.

"Zechial. my lord wishes to have your audience about an enticing offer."

The woman smirked. "Zechial lord? What's going on Zee?"

"Nothing baby I don't even know these clowns. Look you got the wrong guy. Name is Zee. Can ya see I am a little busy here at the moment?"

"Lord Voldemort wishes your presence. He is not the type of man who should be kept waiting. We know you are the immortal one you would best to come with us"

"Lords... immortal ones? I'm so out of here...bunch of dungeons and dragon freaks."

Zee watched the pretty woman leave the bar. As it was now just him the 2 vampires and the 4 wizards. "Well way to go asshole.... she was a yoga master... do you know what they are capable of!" he rose from his chair. "I've never been with a yoga master before! I hear that it is quite awesome and way to go you assholes blew it for me, and As For your Lord Voldemort I shall not side myself with a pure blooded idealist asshole. You have no right coming here. And if you do not leave my presence I will kill you all."

He turned to the bar and downed another shot and chugged his beer. The vampires and wizards laughed. "You are outnumbered 6-1. I think you have no choice but to come with us."

A shotgun cocked the bartender had it pointed at the wizards. "You freaks best to leave my bar now." With lightening life reflexes one of the vampires swooped in and killed the bartender.

"Hey fanghead... you made the biggest mistake of your undead life. That was a good friend of mine"

He grabbed the wooden bar stool and broke it over the vampires head. And with the broken wooden piece he sent it flying into the other vampires' heart. He immediately burst into a puddle of blood. He jumped behind the bar dodging curses and picked up the vampire and with brute force tore off his head. He jumped into the wall and sprang off in mid air dodging curses he grabbed the first wizard broke his arm and sent him flying head first into the wall. Blood splatter clearly showed he was dead.

He retrieved the wizard's wand and with a lightening maneuver sped toward the 2nd wizard stabbing him in the eye with the wand. The other 2 deatheaters left both fired the cruciatis curse upon Zee. His muscles tensed as he fell to one knee. He cringed in pain as he felt the feeling of thousands of hot knives dipping into his flesh. "My....that...tingles....now...."

He got up and ran to one of the wizards punching him with great force into the head. Blood spattered. Everywhere as one death eater remained. The death eater ran for the door however zee was quicker he grabbed him by the throat and raised him in the air with one hand. "Now lets take a look why you came for me shall we?"

Zee looked into the mind of the deatheater and saw the prophesy made about him he saw the history of Harry Potter all that was going on. "Thank your for your help."

With one hand he snapped the mans neck and tossed him aside. So he was mentioned in a prophesy as being protector for Harry Potter. Zee knew the story well. He was apprised at a lot of world news...even wizard. Should he go? Should he involve himself? He went home to think about it.

a/n nice eh? please read and review