Disclaimer: Harry Potter and the bunch of crossovers in this story are not mine. I own only the plot and a couple of OC's.

Author's Note: WARNING, this story includes a bunch of crossovers including characters from Battle Realms (most of which are very OOC), Warcraft (once again, OOC), Avatar(the series) and Magic: The Gathering (with some of the characters' abilities modified to suit my needs). It also has several OC's, NO SLASH. It is going to be Harry/Ginny, so if you don't like, don't read, period. Read, Review and Review again just to make sure. XD

September 1, 1996. King's Cross Station, 10:23 A.M.

It was a bright and sunny morning at the station, security guards muttering about tourists and company people grabbing a quick cup of coffee before returning to their oh so boring jobs. Amidst them all, a hooded figure made its way to Platform 10, not noticing the many strange looks sent his way, his raven black cloak billowing in the nonexistent wind. He had a commanding aura, sending a clear statement to the people watching him. Get out of my way.

He reached the pillar between Platforms 9 and 10. Noticing that he was being watched by a considerably large audience, he waved his hand and disappeared. No one present at that time remembered anything about the stranger.

He emerged in a crowded place, a scarlet steam engine being filled by robed children. He smiled at the familiarity of the place before reaching back and pulling down his hood, revealing a pair of emerald green eyes.

Flashback, July 30, 1996. 4 Privet Drive, 11:49 P.M.

Harry James Potter, wizard, Boy-Who-Lived, Chosen One, was currently mourning the passing of his godfather. Oh, he got over his death after receiving a couple hundred letters saying it wasn't his fault. It took about three weeks, but at least he stopped moping around like a teen who lost his godfather…even though he is one. Now, he is focusing on the fact that his birthday is in ten minutes, even though his so-called "relatives" never actually cared. Of course, the Weasleys always celebrated his birthday whenever he was with them but Dumbledore once again in-sis-ted that he stay at his relatives for the summer. It was, after all for his safety. He sighed and looked at the clock. Five more minutes until his oh so special day. He looked at the cage by his windowsill and noticed that it was empty. Apparently, Hedwig went hunting. He was about to sing Happy Birthday to himself when he heard popping noises from outside. Dashing to the window, he stared down the street. What he saw made his heart beat faster than an assault rifle. About twenty hooded people were making their way down the street and to the front door. He put on his glasses and fumbled for his wand. He was about to look for a good hiding place when he heard a rushing sound. He turned so fast that he put the Mask to shame and pointed his wand at the intruder. There, standing in front of him was an old man, a wicked looking scythe in one hand.

"Come, child," he said in a weird voice that sent shivers down Harry's spine, "we have to go, there's no time to lose." Harry continued staring at him.

"Why should I trust you?" he asked tentatively. The man sighed.

"We must hurry, I've already packed your things. I will explain later."

"What about the Death Eaters?" Harry protested and as if to prove his point, a loud bang and a shrieking noise erupted from downstairs. The old man seems to be bobbing up and down in apprehension by now.

"You leave me no choice child." And in a shower of sparks, man and child was gone.

End Flashback, September 1, 1996. Platform 9 3/4, 10:37 A.M.

Harry chuckled as he remembered Master Koril, Scholar of space pick him up from the Dursleys. He felt a pang of guilt as he remembered leaving the Dursleys defenseless. But, it's not like had a choice in the matter.

September 1, 1996. King's Cross Station, 10:45 A.M.

The Weasleys and Hermione was a subdued group as they approached Platform 10. They still remembered the Death Eater attack on Privet Drive a month ago. Harry disappeared and nobody knew where he went. He didn't even contact them and all letters sent to him through Hedwig returned unopened. Ron, Hermione and Ginny said their goodbyes to the twins, a somber Arthur Weasley and an unusually quiet Molly Weasley. What they found in their usual compartment was the biggest surprise in their lifetime. Ginny was the first one to recover from the shock.

"HARRY!"

Flashback, Unknown date, time and location.

Harry followed Master Koril into a formidable looking tower in the middle of the island. Harry called it an island because it seems to be floating on nothing. Koril told him that is in a pocket dimension. Master Issyl, Teacher of Time, explained that they were in a pocket dimension, created by Koril, as Issyl is not powerful enough to slow down time in the real world. He explained that Harry is going to train there for ten years as ten years in Lotus Island is two months in the real dimension. Harry, still not used to seeing a twelve-year old boy deliver complicated lectures and advanced arithmancy, just stared in shock.

End Flashback, September 1, 1996. Hogwarts Express, 11:02 A.M.

Harry was so deep in thought that he hadn't noticed when the train started to move. He noticed, however, when a red headed bullet rushed him and squeezed him in a tight hug. The hug alone told him that it was a Weasley and judging from the female voice, he deduced that it was Ginny.

"Hey, Gin. Long time, no see." He replied, chuckling at the two dumbfounded people behind the youngest Weasley. "Ron, flies."

Ron shut his mouth as Ginny and Harry laughed at him. Hermione shook herself out of her stupor and started the dreaded interrogation.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!" she yelled. Harry was sure that the whole train must have heard her.

"I was running around the country, trying to avoid the Death Munchers that were chasing me," he replied coolly, "That's also why I couldn't answer your letters."

"Oh."

September 1, 1996. Voldemort's Beach Resort…err…Hideout.

"CRUCIO!"

Lucius Malfoy lay twitching on the ground as Lord Voldemort, Dark Wanker, He-whose-Name-Must-Be-Hyphenated, five time winner of the Annual Snake Face Award, lifted the curse.

"Now, Lucius, tell me again, why, after a whole month of searching, you have not found the boy?" he said in the hissy way that all snake faced megalomaniacs talk. Lucius cowered before the glare of his red-eyed Master.

"M-My L-L-ord…" He stuttered. Voldemort's eye twitched.

"CRUCIO!" he hissed. Lucius started screaming until Voldemort lifted the curse. "You will speak clearly when talking to me, Lucius. Now answer the question."

"Y-yes Lord…" Lucius replied, "Well, you see… when we attacked the Muggles, we did not see the boy in his room. His owl and trunk was also gone." Lucius continued, fully expecting to feel like having a thousand white-hot knives stabbing him. He was not disappointed.

September 1, 1996. Hogwarts Express, 2:14 P.M.

Harry and Ginny were sitting alone in their compartment. Ron and Hermione were at the prefects meeting, but as that was supposed to be over an hour ago, they had little doubt as to what the two were doing. Ginny was babbling about Harry's Quidditch ban being lifted and becoming Seeker again when Harry decided to cut her off.

"And then, we could-"

"GINNY!" Harry said loudly. Ginny stopped talking and looked questioningly at Harry. He sighed.

"Uh…Gin, ?" he said, not pausing to take a breath. He was pretty sure that Ginny would have him repeat the question. Ginny raised an eyebrow.

"Sure." Harry whooped and hugged Ginny. Ginny surprised him again by crushing her lips to his. It was going to be a full make out session until the compartment door opened and Luna, Neville, Ron and Hermione came in, the last two with unnaturally smiles on their faces.

"OY! That's my sister!" and Ron punched Harry on the nose.

Flashback, Lotus Island.

Harry dodged another of Mistress Elspeth's swipes before summoning a jewel encrusted dagger from thin air and chucking it at the WarMage.

Every day was always like this on Lotus Island. He goes off to train in a specific area of magic. Master Aang taught him how to be an Elementalist, Master Jace taught him how to be a Mind Sculptor and Mistress Elspeth taught him War Magic, or the use of non magic weapons in combat. He learned to fight physically. He learned how to summon weapons from nothing at all, ranging from knives to shotguns. Unlike Conjured objects, these were permanent until destroyed or unsummoned. He also learned how to control his summoned weapons allowing them to speed off towards his opponent or zoom back to him to block an attack. He learned to focus his magic on a specific part of his body to improve his physical abilities. He can focus his magic on his legs to allow him to move faster and deliver punishing kicks.

He parried a blow from Elspeth's sword only to find the flat of her other sword smack him in the face.

September 1, 1996. Hogwarts Express, 3:02 P.M.

Harry woke up to see his five closest friends looking at him worriedly. When he saw that Harry was awake, Ron started apologizing.

"Sorry Harry…It was just a reaction, but if you want to date my sister-"

"Ron."

"-but if you hurt her in any way-"

"Ron."

"-you just remember that she has six brothers and-"

"RON!"

"What?"

And Harry punched him on the nose with a magic infused fist. That, combined with Elspeth's physical training, ensured that Ron would be unconscious until they reached Hogwarts.

"Now, we're even."