"Well, Potter? Bow." Harry Potter, aka the-boy-who-lived, aka the-golden-boy, aka he-with-way-too-many-nicknames, gritted his teeth. The smell of blood from both Wormtail's severed hand and his own much shallower cut was overpowering and making him woozy. But still he refused to yield. "Never." Voldemort, the blasted snake, sighed softly. "Imperio. Now bow." And although Voldemort was able to make Harry sing his ABC's backwards, do a handstand, and dance the chacha, he was unable to get him to bow down. Faced with no other option he let the phenomena rest and began their duel. All of you, dear readers, know what happens next. Voldemort duels Harry and their wands connect. The golden arc appears and the souls of all those that Voldemort has killed decide to have a chat. The ever-lucky Harry escapes to the portkey with Cedric's body in tow and returns to Hogwarts where he faces off with the man who spent the school year masquerading as Mad Eye Moody, Barty Crouch Jr. If Harry was capable of doing all these things then why, you may ask, couldn't he bow? Well the reason actually goes back to another world... one a mere storm away from our own.

Harry of course knew none of this. Although surprisingly neither did Voldemort, Snape, or Dumbledore. Those that did were searching the globe(s) frantically but had yet to have any luck, No, dear Harry did not find out the truth until after the death of his beloved Hedwig in what would be his seventh year of Hogwarts. For you see, the Order of the Phoenix and Death Eaters weren't the only ones flying around that night, and the young man known as Harry Potter never did actually reach the Burrow. But where did he go? That answer lies with a man possessing long, golden hair.

Keiki had been wandering the Other World in search of his long-lost protege Taiki. What he hadn't been expecting was to find himself bearing witness to a frantic battle between two wizarding factions. Although sad, this didn't concern him much, what they were fighting over, however, did. Within seconds he was in the cramped crowd of bodies and latching onto a startled child with messy black hair and brilliant green eyes before whom he proceeded to pull away (unnoticed mind you) from the mindless brawl and into the waiting arms of his curious Nyokai. The youngling struggled at first but froze when he came face to face with the stern-faced kirin. For some reason he felt that he could trust the man (he'd been getting tired of Dumbledore's manipulations anyway) and soon settled into an exhausted slumber. When he next awoke he would no longer be in England or even on Earth. He would soon find himself immersed into the foreign world of Juuni Kokki, the twelve kingdoms.

A/N: Sorry for the late update! And yeah I know that I have a lot of stories already and hopefully they'll be finished eventually but this popped up and I just had to write it down! This story combines my two favorite book series, (The Count of Monte Cristo rox my sox but is not a series so it doesn't count) and quite frankly there aren't enough fanfics for it. So enjoy this story and you see that little button down at the bottom of the screen? Yeah, press it. Constructive criticism will be used to build a house, flames will be used to heat it. Thanks!