Arthur's Note – I wanted to do a crossover using BioShock with another genre, but I didn't know if I could do it right. So this is a test run.

Warnings – Same as the game: blood and gore, language, etc. Also, this is AU of the first BioShock and AU of the Potter books. Meaning, the only form of Magic that'll be used are Plasmids. Think of this of more as a blend of BioShock and Harry Potter than 'Boom', Rapture exist in Harry Potter universe.

I know some might not like it but, like I wrote above, this is a guinea pig for another world that has a similar road. (I Compared them like apple and oranges. Both are fruits, can be either sour or sweet, and have skin and seeds. But they are completely different [I almost sound smart there] ).

Disclaimer – I own nothing but the laptop I type in. For those who haven't read my past work, I keep things from my readers. Everything will not be handed to you on a silver platter, or a platter at all.

However, though I like for my readers to guess what happened to get to that point, I might leave stuff out or have things too hard for casual readers to guess. Ask and I'll either incorporate it into the next chapter or PM you.

Also, I have no Beta and I suck at grammar. Just a heads up.

Chatter over, onto Liberation.

* ~ "Where to look if you've lost your mind?" – Bernard Malamud ~ *

He groaned at the pounding noise above him, followed by his aunt screaming.

"I'm awake," he managed to say through his pounding headache.

"Holy shit, you're alive?"

Harry opened his eyes at the muffled, unfamiliar voice. He looked at his blurred surroundings, "who's – "

"No time. You have less than a minute before that splicer bust through the bathysphere."

Harry heard more screaming and pounding, followed by something that sounded like electricity crackling. He quickly searched for his missing glasses, then put them on. He could see through the cracks the glass door and rammed into it. He fell and bumped his chin on the hard ground.

"Find something to bash the bitch's skull in, quick!"

Harry quickly got up and turned around, looking at the bloody, masked woman on top of the sphere. The woman jumped towards him, blades poised to strike. He quickly rolled to the side and his eyes caught the charred corpse at the ground, a wrench in its hand. He heard the woman yell gibberish at him as he ran for it.

He gave a hard tug to get it out of the corpse's fingers and swung it at the woman's head. The mask came off and he saw the almost normal, slightly fat, bloody face.

"I leave you speechless, little boy?"

Harry barely dodged her swipe and hit her with the wrench repeatedly. Her body hit the linoleum, her blades falling from her grasp.

"Good work, buck. Now, come get the radio before the bathysphere leaves."

Harry stared at the body before stepping away from her and going back to the sphere, staring at the carved fish's open mouth for a door. He glanced inside the cramped space and noticed the radio right beside him. He took it and moved out of the doorway.

"Who are you?" he asked.

An old picture slid into the radio, about twenty years old, and showing its age on the sides. The man in the photo was either in his early forties or late thirties, with a wolfish face, slightly curly hair, and a neatly trimmed beard.

"The question is, buck, who are you?"

"My name is Harry...Porter...?"

"Oh Crap, I knew it. You've got brain damage...Alright, there is something that I'm going to ask you to do, but you won't like it."

"...What?"

"I need you to look for a first aid kit and a machine called Gatherer's Garden first. You're going to have to trust me on this, buck."

"I don't even know your name."

"Call me Black, everyone else does. Oh, and loot her while you're at it, buck. You're going to need the money."

Harry looked down at the woman, purposely looking away from her face and he bent down to search her. He found some American dollars, and a weird tape thing.

"It's an Accu–Vox. Just push the right bottom button and you can listen to it. But I suggest you get to a better area first. This place is too dark for my liking."

Harry looked around, noticing a large streak of light on the ground. He followed it to the only window in the room. He walked over and looked outside.

Buildings as far as he would see stood tall and proud in the water. Every window had lights, and tubes were connected to each building.

'It looks like Atlantis,' he thought, then found himself glancing at the bloody corpse behind him.

"What is this place?"

"I'll give you story time later, buck. Go now, before more splicers come running."

Harry looked down as the picture scrolled away. He turned the radio over and found a clip.

Just as he finished putting the radio on his belt, he heard something hiss. He turned to watch the door close and the 'bathysphere' dive up. He looked out the window to watch it float away.

"We'll find another one," Black said. "Don't worry about that. Just go, buck."

Harry turned and started to walk down the dark walkway, looking around when he heard voices. When they started to quiet, he asked, "why are you helping me?"

"You got the bathysphere to work, didn't you?"

"I...no. My friend...?"

"Hold on, friend? Someone else came down with you? I might be able to find them from the cameras I hacked. Boy or girl?"

Harry looked at the hole, then pushed the planks away. He crawled under it, "both."

"...Both? He was a..."

"No, there's two, I think..."

"You know what, just focus on getting the first aid kit and Plasmid, okay buck?"

"Plasmid?"

"You'll see when you get to a Gatherer's Garden."

He heard the radio click, then it was silent. Harry finished crawling through the hole and stood up. The room was well lit, with a metal door to his right and a burning staircase to his left.

"Is your daddy – " Harry turned quickly at the child voice, his hand steady as he held the wrench.

"Wait a minute, buck. That's a Gatherer's Garden, you don't want to go breaking that."

Harry took a deep breath, "okay, now what?"

"Well, since you don't have to worry about any security cameras right now, look for a health station nearby."

"It'll have a red cross?"

"Yeah. Wait, you found one already?"

"It's next to the burning staircase."

"...Well quite gawking and break it for the first aid! Jeez, is All of your brain damaged?"

Harry frowned.

He walked up to the station and hit it until it broke and two first aids fell out. He picked them up and put them in his jacket as he moved away from the fire. He went to the other staircase and climbed it while looking at the old posters on the walls.

He walked into the archway and noticed the vending machine. Two little girls shined their frozen smile at him. He walked up to the machine, holding his wrench up as it made noise.

"Relax, buck, I'm paying for your first injection."

A large bottle of red glowing liquid came out, along with a syringe. Harry stared at it, "you want me to inject myself?"

"We don't have time for your brain to heal the normal way. Not if you have friends down here." Harry took the syringe and bottle. "Fill it almost to the brim, inject yourself, then quickly take one of the first aids and put the bandages around your head before you pass out. I know how crazy it sounds, buck."

Harry stared at the bottle for a moment before filling the syringe with the glowing liquid and injecting himself. He tried not to scream as his blood became acid.

"Quiet down, it's just your genetic code being rewritten. Put the bandages around your head, buck."

Harry bit down on his lip as he took one of the kits out of his jacket. He opened it and took one of the rolls inside. He started wrapping it around his head as his cracked vision blurred.

"Now, get off the burning..."

Black's voice drifted off as his vision started blinking out of focus. He closed the kit and started making his way down the stairs before stopping. He felt the stiff edges on his back as he stared at the cracked ceiling blackening.

* ~ "A single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us. To live is to be slowly born." – Antoine de Saint–Exupéry ~ *

Sorry about the cliffhanger. I hate it as much, if not more, than you.

I didn't read the other fics that are here (should have for research) because I literally came up with the idea a few days ago so if this is similar to the others, I apologize.

The story is going to contain BioShock and influences from BioShock: Infinite's trailer. I haven't played BioShock 2 so that won't be here.

When to Expect the Next One – Maybe as soon as a few days, maybe in a week and a half, depends.

Even if only one person reads this, I'll be happy.