A/N:

Hey everyone. This is my first fanfic that I've ever really written, and yea, the first chapter is a bit short. I aim to eventually get to 5k word chapters as I improve my writing skills, but that's a bit of a way off for now.

I decided that, since I've never actually seen anyone really get into the Draenor lore extensively in a fanfic, that's what I'll be doing, with the hope to eventually make it to other areas of less than touched on lore. Hope you enjoy, and feel free to leave reviews if you want to.

Obligatory I don't own anything you recognise from Harry Potter and Warcraft.

Chapter 1

A green flame burned bright in the depths of the twisting nether, as yet another corrupted world soul was being crushed by the might of the Burning Legion. But on that planet, the iron will of a newborn titan stayed strong. The self-preservation present in all beings of the cosmos had not been extinguished. So, in his final moments the unnamed titan roared and released a flowing purple energy, his soul along with it, into the nether in search of a new host.

Lightyears away, a gaunt boy called Freak lay in his cupboard, and wondered why he couldn't have the same amount of attention that his cousin received. Wondered what made him less deserving of food, water and toys. And in this moment, Freak wished. He wished for something to change. Wished for a new place where he could prove his worth. Where there was no Dudley to take all the food. Or Vernon to push him around, or even Petunia to tell him how worthless he was.

This wish, no matter how silly Freak found it, was something he clung onto like a lifeline. And at night, in the confines of his cupboard, he stared. Embraced the darkness like a friend that he had known his whole life. For that was what it was. Not a terror as other children thought, or a punishment as his 'family' believed, but a companion. A comfort in a life of abuse and hate.

That night, something broke the eternal silence of the cupboard. Unseen by anyone, even the smallest insects, a violet energy seeped through the front door of the household, and into the cupboard. For a moment, it hovered over the small child, as if in contemplation. But in the end, it decided. The energy seeped into Freak's skull, and as soon as it made contact, a piercing scream broke the silence of the cold night. Pain incomparable to anything he had come across in his four years of life exploded into the child's world.

In this pain, his eyes flew open. Not the usual emerald, but now a dark shade of purple consistent with energy that had flowed into him. But Freak was completely unaware of this. Nothing made sense. All he knew was that he had awoken to an unimaginable pain. And in this pain, he panicked. Reaching for a new energy source that had never been there, the child pulled. There was no focus, no finesse. Just a fervent desire to be anywhere but where he was.

The energy responded. Lashing out and completely destroying not just the cupboard that surrounded him, but also the house, and even those who had caused so much pain to its new host. But this destruction was lost on Freak. In his pulling, accidental magic combined with the new energy to transport him to a new place. The child saw a glimpse of green before he passed out.

Hundreds of kilometres away from the destruction of the Dursley household, an ancient looking man jerked awake, roused by an array of odd looking instruments that had suddenly gone into a panic, then gone quiet. Seeing and hearing this, Albus Dumbledore rushed out of bed, and in one motion, transfigured his nightclothes into a set of garishly orange robes more befitting of his station, and apparated on spot, reappearing moments later in front of the ruins of number 4 Privet Drive.

The old wizard wasn't the only one to be staring open mouthed at what was once a house identical to its neighbours. The entire street of people were gawking at the purple fire that was currently consuming the remains of the Dursley household. Instantly, Dumbledore was thankful that all these people had their attention diverted, so none of them saw him appear out of thin air. That would definitely have raised some uncomfortable questions, even if it wasn't the weirdest thing any of them had seen that night.

The Headmaster of Hogwarts approached one of the bystanders, a tall skinny man, with hair that wouldn't look out of place on one of those muggles that played music for a living, and asked,

"Did you see what happened here?"

"Woah dude! Where did you come from? Nah, I just got out here. Heard from one of the other guys though that there was just a massive bang, and all this purple fire exploded out of nowhere!" The muggle chattered, miming an explosion with his hands.

At this, Dumbledore nodded, stroking his beard thoughtfully. "What could have happened? This is no magic that I know of." He muttered under his breath. "Could He have made his return?"

Unknown to the old wizard, this would be the last he would hear of Harry Potter for a very long time.

At another place on the green world, a mountain arose from the ground, standing up on two legs for the first time in its history, and looked into the distance, staring at the endless expanse of forest and the challenge it presented. Its creator had given it a task, and this task must be completed. No matter what is in the way.

The Titan Aggramar stared into the distance and raised an eyebrow in curiosity. Seemingly at the same time as the rise of his new creation was a spike of void energy on the other side of the planet.

"This planet will not become like Azeroth. I must see to it that the Old Gods and their kin are not taking hold in this place," He rumbled to himself as he constructed a portal to the general vicinity of the spike.