AN: I am at college now so hopefully my creative juices will get following again and I will be able to update both this and Ghostwalker.
Disclaimer: I don't own shit except Beka and the plot everything else belongs to Rowling and CoR people.
AN : I know it's really short but I'm just kinda of developing the plot at this point. Once I start the story the chapters are going to flip back and forth between Harry and Riddick until I bring them together. The next chapter picks up three months after this conversation. Harry will have just been dumped by some dickhead and Riddick now rules the Necros with Vaako and Beka as his mates.
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The young woman sat huddled in the corner of the room. Her eyes were a brilliant blue and her hair was coal black. There were scars and knife wounds scattered all over her body. Her back was riddled with whip marks. Her eyes were currently open and they were cloudy, like she was blind.
Suddenly the door swung open and the figure of a man stood there. "Good, you're awake. Now the real fun can begin." The figure gave a sinister laugh and dragged the girl from the room.
At two different points across two different universes, Richard B. Riddick and Harry James Potter both woke in a cold sweat. Harry knew his sister was in trouble but he couldn't do anything about it, so he contacted the one person who could do something.
Riddick glared at the comm unit as it beeped at him. He rolled out of bed and acknowledged the sender. "Harry."
Harry smiled softly. " Hi Rick! Sorry if I woke you. I need a favor."
Riddick smirked "That would be the reason for calling this fucking early in the morning huh?"
"Yep!" Harry giggled. " I need you to look for someone for me. I'm sending a picture to you. It's not a recent picture but it should still help."
"I got it." Riddick said. "I guessing I'm supposed to find her?"
"Yes please."
"Whatever. 'night Brat."
"Night Rick."
Riddick stared at the picture that was a younger version of the girl from his dreams.
