5hadow:

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James Evans:

Umm, cough I believe 5hadow means this disclaimer,

I do not own Harry Potter and 5hadow does not own Darren Shan. Even in a crossover. On with the story!

Harry Potter and Happenings of Cruor

by; James Evans and 5hadow

aka 5hadow Evans

Prologue 1 - Harry Potter

Harry Potter lay on his bed. Peacefully. It's not so often that he is peaceful, even in his sleep. Especially now. Over the past four years his life has been plagued. Plagued by evil. Plagued by disaster. And lately, plagued by death. He had seen, first-hand, how cruel life is. He was there as the spell was muttered, he was there as the light flashed in his eyes, he was there as the spell hit his body and he was there as the body his the ground with a thump. Naturally, he blamed himself, but right now he was sleeping peacefully. He would soon wake up to the screeching of his Aunt and would then proceed to, as if in a trance, get dressed, go downstairs, make breakfast for his family, go back upstairs, pick up the paper... This is where we pick up the story... or at least the start of it.

The raven-haired, emerald-eyed wizard looked at the front page of the Daily Prophet and was broken out of his monotonous schedule. He turned to the third page and his face contorted in anger. He then proceeded to close the paper and screw it extremely tightly.

'Minister Fudge denies all claims that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has returned. He informs us that Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter are deluded and have made up these excuses to gain more publicity. Recently both have been involved with claims to do with You-Know-Who and all claims were denied and un-proved. This writer thinks that everybody should ignore the senile old coot and the Boy-Who-Lied because they are only trying to gain more publicity. Tiare Kreset, The Daily Prophet.'

He was enraged. The sky outside seemed to sense his mood and darkened. Harry walked over to his desk and wrote a three-word message to his esteemed Headmaster.

Get Here,

Chat,

Harry

'No death eaters will get anything out of that,' he thought in his rage. Outside it had started to rain, and as he looked to Hedwig apologetically, he asked her, "Girl, can you please send this message to Dumbledore? It's really important." Hedwig looked at him through her soft amber eyes and hooted encouragingly. She took the letter and went through the open window without protest. As he muttered, 'Good Luck Girl,' his mood lessened, and to his much welcome surprise, the rain stopped, and the clouds started to lighten. "Weird," he said out loud.

"BOY!" His uncle bellowed, 'Not again... he thought,' and with that, a sequence of events followed, that would accumulate to another exciting year.