HARRY POTTER AND HARRY POTTER

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, The Dark Tower Saga, or the Stargate franchise. If I did, they would all be very different.

IMPORTANT WARNING: This story contains swearing, violence, character death, potential drug use (don't know for sure yet), non-graphic sex (male/female, female/female, male/female-and-female/female-simultaneously, bondage, and S/M), complicated ideas, and examples of pure evil. I can't stick lemons in here because of the site's rules, but I'm planning to publish a more complete version of this story on hpfanarchive, where graphic sex is aloud. There won't be any for the first few chapters, however. If any of this offends you, stop reading now.

This story is inspired by numerous Harry/harem stories, particularly Radaslab's The Harem War, which was itself based off the slave/harem challenge set by Ranger Dragan, although I went for a soul-bond theme instead of a slave story. My hat's off to RD for coming up with such a challenge and even more so for Radaslab for writing such an awesome story. His concept of a coven and magical bonds reminded me of Stephen King's concept of a ka-tet, and everything just took off from there. If anyone wants the rules to Ranger Dragan's challenge, either read the first chapter of Radaslab's THW, or go to the author's notes at the end of my story.

This takes place near the end of Order of the Phoenix. IMPORTANT! All World is different in my story from the one/ones in Stephen King's stories. Instead of post-apocalyptic American West, my All World (or what we see of it, at least) is a steampunk-styled world. I just borrowed a lot of Mr. King's ideas and a few from Stargate. I would also like to say before anyone gets confused and starts hating me Roland and his friends don't show up! I confused someone earlier on and got a nasty review, so now I'm just saying that this is not so much a crossover as it is a borrowing of ideas.

PROLOUGE: THE DOOR AND THE STEED

PROLOUGE: THE DOOR AND THE STEED

ALL WORLD:

The door was made of ghostwood and had four words written on it in the Great Letters, THE BOY WHO LIVED. The knocker and the knob were both either gold or gold-plated. The hinges were ordinary.

The Boy-Who-Lived . . . of course, the gunslinger thought. I should have suspected as much. He was not shocked by the title, though he still gave it a wry look, similar to how one might look at scorch marks.

One of his companions smiled. "It is rather ironically appropriate." She knew of his chagrin, such was the bond they shared, the bond that was ka-an-tet.

Her words comforted him somewhat. That was good, because what he did next would not be easy. When he went through that door, he could very well find himself in a place where people walked upon the clouds and drank molten stone instead of water. Worse, he would be alone. How long had it been since he had last isolated himself or been alone?

The gunslinger turned back to his twelve most fervent allies. For a brief moment, he considered saying farewell, but he quickly crushed the impulse. The days when he would have said that had long past. "I shall return," he said, with fierce determination. Then, he stretched out his hand to the knob.

The gunslinger opened the door and went through.

EN ROUTE FROM HOGWARTS TO THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC:

Harry Potter was not happy as he flew to England on the back of a thestral, a skeletal-looking winged horse which could only be seen by those who had seen death. Unfortunately, Harry had witnessed the murder of Cedric Diggory the year before, so he could see the creatures. Despite their demonic appearance, however, they were benevolent and highly intelligent animals who wouldn't hurt anyone unprovoked.

Still, riding them was a literal pain. Their boney backs and ribs dug into the rider's crotch and inner thighs when the thestral stood still. When it was moving, Harry could actually feel its muscles and bones working. On the back of a hippogriff, which had meat and fur and feathers, this sensation was moderately unpleasant, but on the threstral, Harry was afraid that he would lose sensitive parts of his body if he leaned to far forward. And he had not even gotten to really use them yet.

But he had no choice. Harry was riding one of these creatures in order to travel from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Scotland to the Ministry of Magic in London so that he could rescue his godfather, Sirius Black. The man was currently at the mercy of Harry's archenemy, Lord Voldemort, and Voldemor was merciless; he had tried to murder Harry when the young wizard was only a baby. Undoubtedly, the sadistic bastard was torturing Sirius at that very moment. Every second counted.

It may have been because of his concerned for Sirius that Harry did not immediately notice that his was no longer the only consciousness in his brain. He did notice, however, when a voice spoke within his thoughts.

I did it. I've crossed over . . . into his mind. This strange statement caught Harry's attention but not as much as when the alien voice shouted He knows I'm here!


The gunslinger retreated deep into Harry's mind, almost leaving completely. That had been close. It would not do for Harry to be aware of his existence just yet, especially while the boy was flying fifty or sixty feet in the air on the back of a thestral.

The gunslinger steadied himself for a moment, then began to go into the mind of the Boy-Who-Lived, not forward, but deeper. The fact that the boy was riding a thestral was suggestive, and he was anxious to discover if it meant what he thought it meant. It did not take long to find the information he sought.

The gunslinger was aware that time moved differently in different worlds, and that ghostwood doors could easily transcend times, just as they transcended realities. Thus, although it was the year two thousand and nineteen in his own world, it was only the year of the one thousand, nine hundred and ninety-five in this this, but that was not what mattered.

What mattered was the event. The gunslinger knew what was happening. Voldemort had discovered Harry's ability to see into his mind and had constructed a trap for the boy. The vision of Sirius was a lie. Voldemort wanted Harry to go the Ministry to find a prophecy about the two of them, a prophecy which contained clues as to why Harry was such a danger to the Dark Lord. Ironically, Sirius was killed trying to rescue Harry from Voldemort's servants, the vile ka-tet known as the Death Eaters. And it was none other than Bellatrix Lestrange, Sirius' own deranged cousin, who had cast the killing curse. Thinking of Sirius Black's death brought up an even more terrible and more recent memory in the gunslinger's mind.

Now, it seemed, the gunslinger had a chance to stop this sad chain of events from occurring, at least in this world. Though the chances of it happening were mind-boggling, the gunslinger did not to question them. Ka was a wheel whose one purpose was turn, and, in the end, it always brought a man back to the place from which he started. Besides which, ka had always seemed to have a fondness for doing unfathomable things to him.

But the gunslinger could not act now. When the time came, he would have one chance and one chance only. There were many unknowns in this situation. He could tell from a glance that the world he was in was very different from his own. Aside from that, there were other things and other people to consider. Changing this drama's outcome was not why he had come to this world. He could not afford to forget that, or all would be lost.

So, the gunslinger waited, and he watched.

*********************************************************************Author's Notes*****************************************************************************

!. I hereby extend a sincere appology to those who loved the story in its original format and now have to wait for me to change things. Sorry, but after some less positive reviews, I took a look back through what I had already written and found I had made some pretty embarrassing mistakes. I was also annoyed from the start with the length of the chapters (or rather the lack thereof). So, now I'm going to rewrite the first five chapters before I do start adding new material. Again, I'm sorry lovers of the original, but I hope you'll come to love the newer and (hopefully) better version.

Yeesh! Now I know how Stephen King felt when he started revising the first four Dark Tower books.

II. The Rules to Ranger Dragan's Slave/Harem Challenge (Warning, this is spoilers to the story):

1. Harry must accept/take on multiple slaves

a. These must all be female slaves

b. There must be two or more girls from each House at Hogwarts in the harem.

c. Harry may be brutal to his girls, but he does not neccessarily have to be.

2. This must be all Sirius' fault.

3. Dumbledore's a bad guy.

a. Dumbledore has been cheating Harry out of his inheritance and keeping secrets from him.

b. The old man is evil.

4. The Weasley's must be bashed.

a. Not all of the Weasleys need to be evil or stupid, but at least some should be.

b. It is almost a Harry/multi requirement that Ron be one of the bashed.

5. Harry has his own island.

a. He inherited this island.

b. This island is located somewhere in the Atlantic, presumeably to be close to Britain.

III. I got to say, when you consider the idea of Dumbledore being evil, the books get a whole new outlook, and some things make more sense (Ex: Why didn't the old man realize that his old friend Moody was Barty Crouch Jr. in disguise? Either he's evil, or he's stupid). Also, I agree with Radaslab on something. Harry can kick the bad guy's butts, but he shouldn't mess with his allies. A gray/dark Harry is all well and good, but he's not a sicko like Voldemort. BE WARNED, however, this does not mean that some of Harry's girls won't be into rough sex or bondage. That's not brutality, that's the girls' own tastes.

One last thing. It's Harry's twinner in All World that feels the full force of these rules. The Harry we all know and love doesn't get it that bad because some things are different in his world and because the gunslinger and company step in. If I get enough incetive or inspiration, however, I will write a prelude that will chronicle All World's Harry and his adventures. That story's much less developed, hwoever, so no promises.