I don't own anything but the plot. I was watching "Chronicles of Riddick", and I couldn't help but think, "What if someone combined Harry Potter and Riddick?" I looked around various sites, but I couldn't find one fic like that. So, I decided to make one.

This will be the only chapter I post here. I will continue this story, but it will be on my site.

Prologue

All my life, I've been looked upon by some as a savior, a trouble maker by others, and by most… a murderer. Yeah, I said a murderer. It all started in my second year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Everyone thought that I was attacking students and petrifying them. It all turned out to be one student being possessed by a young Lord Voldemort. He took control of my best friend's sister, but I took care of him by destroying the diary his memory was sealed in. I suppose that was my first kill, though I did sort of kill Professor Quirrell by exorcising Voldemort from his body. He didn't live long after that. Having pure evil in your body can rapidly shorten your life span. Anyway, after I was proven innocent, everyone was quick to apologize to me. That all changed in my fourth year. There was this tournament at the school, and to make a long story short, I was entered against my will or knowledge and had to go through four tasks that almost killed me. The whole school turned against me and made it look like I was just trying to get attention. My best friend even turned against me. In the end, I managed to get to the end of the fourth task at the same time as a fellow school mate of mine, Cedric Diggory. We got transported to a graveyard and Cedric was murdered by Peter Pettigrew using Lord Voldemort's wand. I had to watch as the bastard who killed my parents and tried to kill me, was brought back to life. We dueled and locked our wands because they are brother wands and brother wands can't be used against each other. In the end, I escaped and took Cedric's body back to Hogwarts. The next year, my godfather died trying to save me and life just spiraled down hill after that.

I eventually left the Wizarding world because almost all my friends betrayed me in some form or another. It didn't help that I had become almost as bad as our enemies. I killed everyone who stood in my way of getting rid of Voldemort. The only difference between me and the Death Eaters was that I didn't kill at random and I didn't kill people that didn't deserve to die. Killing is what got me thrown into a Maximum Security Prison. I killed my uncle in self-defense and my aunt had me thrown into the worst prison in the Muggle world. I learned many valuable lessons, the first being: always look out for number one, yourself. Any and all attachments are useless, just like emotions such as love. I had become an outlaw, serving my own ideals while hiding from Aurors and killing Death Eaters. Nobody cared for me anymore and that was fine with me. I had been alone most of my life and I wasn't planning on changing.

I had found early on that I was gifted with daggers and other weapons. I was never without one or more daggers and I never missed my shot when throwing them. Many of my victims were found with either a dagger wound or the dagger still in them. I was finally caught by the Aurors and sent to Azkaban. "What's Azkaban," you ask. It is a dark and dreary place that used to be controlled by Dementors, horrible soul sucking fiends that make you relive your worst memory while stealing the very warmth from your being. They now serve Voldemort and Aurors control Azkaban. The only problem is now the prisoners control the inside while the Aurors control the outside of the prison. There is a hierarchy within the prison that tried hard to break me, but I broke it instead. How many people in there did I kill? Fifty? One hundred? I don't know how many, but I did managed to escape. I was the second person to escape, the first being my dead godfather, Sirius Black back when Azkaban was still controlled by Dementors. I was inside Azkaban for five years, five long years where I learned a lot about surviving. I managed to escape through the very bowels of Azkaban. However, there was no light down there and something in Azkaban was causing a null-magic zone to surround the prison, so using magic to light my way was out. Oh, didn't I mention it? I can do Wandless magic. Sure, my spells are stronger using a wand, but I can do most low-level magic just fine without a wand. Anyway, I found this witchdoctor on the last level with any light and I paid him to do a magical-surgical 'shine' to my eyes. This allows me to see in the dark. However, now I'm severely sensitive to the light. I'm practically blind in bright light without my goggles that block out the light. Another bonus of the procedure is that I no longer need glasses. I had managed to keep my glasses safe from harm during my stay at Azkaban, but now I don't need them. Funny how things work out, huh? But I managed to escape and get back to my life, killing any Death Eaters that cross my path.

I just recently heard that a Merc has been hired to track down my murderous ass and drag it back to Azkaban. I heard that it's the same bastard that got me the first time. Draco fuckin' Malfoy. He's supposedly on the side of the light, but considering that his father is in Voldemort's inner circle, I doubt that. He is a sneaky bastard, that's for sure. And tough. I thought that I killed him after using him to make my final escape from Azkaban. Oh well, lesson learned. I'll be sure to slit his throat once he catches up. He won't sneak up on me this time, I won't allow it. I wonder how Dumbledore is doing, now that I'm no longer where he can keep an eye on me. Bet he's shitting bricks, wondering if I'll be coming for him soon. He was the reason for many problems in my life, but I don't think he's worth the effort. He's going to die soon from stress anyway, what with Voldemort gaining more and more power. I bet five menthol cools that he croaks soon. I don't care anymore. It's no longer my fight. That scared little boy died a long time ago. I won't stick my life on the line for a bunch of hypocrites that don't give a shit about me. Like I said, I don't care anymore. All I want now is to be left alone. But I know that fate has it in for me. It always finds a way to kick me in the balls just as I'm finally getting some peace. I wonder how long it'll take Malfoy to find me. When he does, and I have no doubt he will, he's going to have his hands full with me cause I'm not going without a fight.

I just couldn't get this story out of my head. This is just the prelude, it's meant to be short. So don't give me any reviews about it being too short. If I see enough response, I'll continue it.

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