Author's Notes + Disclaimer -

Alright, once again apologies to anyone who was reading my Naruto/F.E.A.R. story.

He quickly dives as a tomato is thrown at him before standing up very catiously with wide-fearful eyes.

...Now that you've vente-

Before he could finish his sentence another tomato hits him right between the eyes, PH spits out bits of tomato 'shrapnel' that had entered his mouth with a baleful glare at everyone.

Thank you...My mother always told me I didn't eat enough of those...Now, before I go any further let's get the legal stuff out of the way.

I, ProjectHarbinger, in no way owner of the works of Harry Potter which is owned by the lovely Mrs Rowling while F.E.A.R. (Or at the very least the first one) is from Monolith, this is a non-profit story and in no way to be considered canon to the main stories of either the Harry Potter books or the F.E.A.R. games.

Now that that part is over with, here is acouple bits of information.

No this is not set in the F.E.A.R. universe, it is in the Harry Potter one, you ask "Why is it a crossover?", here's your answer: There will be acouple minor Alma mentions and liberal use of ideas from the F.E.A.R. universe.

Harry will be having some 'abilities', but nowhere CLOSE to what Alma has, not by a long shot.

Dumbledore is a douche, you know it, I know it, doesn't mean he's evil, being a douche isn't evil, it's just...Annoying. He has/had good intentions, but the manner in which he carried it all out reeks of senile old bastard...

Now Enter the Prologue.

Darkness was all he could see, the neverending void staring back at him as his eyes went unseeing, unknowing what was there. He could hear nothing but the sound of his own breathing, the almost soothing sound of air going in and out of his lungs...Strangely in this darkness it was warm, but he could not find the source of it. His hands reached out but grasped nothing but air...He could tell he was sitting down, on what though?

Carefully rising to his feet he took a step forwards...It was strange that his feet did not make any sounds as they hit what he thought was the floor...It felt like nothing...Yet something...As he calmly turned around, shutting his eyes softly as he tried to remember where he was he was met with the horrific sight of a pair of crimson eyes gazing out from the darkness at him when his own opened.

He opened his mouth to scream-

And woke up to the sound of banging on his cupboard door, feeling around his put a pair of glasses over his eyes, a peice of tape holding them together as he tried to slow his heart-beat and breathing from his nightmare.

"Boy! Hurry up and make breakfast!" came a voice he knew all too well...Aunt Petunia... With a sigh he resigned himself to his fate and opened the door of his 'room', his Aunt waited for him with her arms crossed over one another impatiently, a disgusted frown on her face as he climbed out and passed by her towards the kitchen as she turned around briskly and walked away...The boy scoffed, likely to check on the waste of flesh she called her son...

Petunia stopped sharply and turned back around, her voice annoyingly high as she shouted after him "What did you say boy?" , the boy stopped at the threshold to the kitchen, confused as to why she was accusing him of speaking when he clearly did not before turning around, adopting a submissive posture with his shoulders slumped, his eyes looking towards the ground and his voice small.

"Nothing Aunt Petunia..." he softly spoke while wondering what she was talking about within his mind as he was sure he hadn't spoke! The horse-like woman narrowed her eyes at the young boy before scoffing and leaving him to go upstairs to wake Dudley. Waiting a moment to make sure she was gone from sight he dropped his submissive posture and sighed...Another day in life...

As he entered the kitchen he couldn't help but wonder...What had she been talking about?

-Prologue End-