Disclaimer: If you feel that a crossover story needs a disclaimer, well then you probably shouldn't be on this site, unless you think that J.k Rowling and Tite Kubo came together, taking time out of their lives, and began working on a joint project to post on a fanfiction website, but hey weirder things have happened…right?

Harry Potter and the Power of the Hogyoku

Prologue: Harry's Fate

Mrs. Pembington of Number Three Privet Drive was an utterly ordinary woman. Every day she would get up at an ordinary time; eat an ordinary breakfast before driving in an ordinary car to an ordinary job. Every night she would watch the evening news and complain, to no one in particular, about the problems in today's society.

For Mrs. Pembington the Dursley family of Number Four Privet Drive had been an example of what people should be like. Petunia Dursley was a wonderful woman, a lady who didn't hesitate to keep her up-to-date on comings and goings of the rest of the neighborhood. Vernon Dursley was an intelligent, hard-working man, toiling five days a week to provide for his family- not like some of those "stay-at-home" dads that were popping up all over the place, polluting society. The final member of their family, Dudley, behaved exactly how a boy should, and possessed a healthy appetite to boot. All in all the Dursley family where once among the best neighbors one could hope for.

However, ever since a strange night around about ten years ago, a night where all the lamps in the street suffered a simultaneous blackout, this had started to change. At first it had been small things, raised voices, vaguely audible even from across the street. Gradually though these sounds had gotten worse, until now it was not unusual to hear bangs and crashes at all hours of the day.

"Wake up, Freak!"

Harry Potter blinked groggily as the small door to his cupboard was ripped open. He quickly pushed his cracked glasses up over vibrant emerald eyes as he stared up at the rotund figure in front of him.

"Get up and make breakfast, boy" the man, his uncle, hissed, "and make it a good one, not so skimpy on the bacon this time, after all it is Dudley's special day".

Harry sighed, a dull look coming into his previously emotive eyes.

Smack! White hot pain seared across his face as his vision went black, dimly he could just make out his uncles voice saying something in the background.

"Vernon!"

Harry winced, causing a wet feeling to run down his check as Petunia Dursley's high pitched nasal voice rang out throughout the house, interrupting his uncles tirade on how he should honored to serve his better.

"I hope you're not hitting him where people can see it, since he broke the lock on the cupboard we can't leave him at home when we go out anymore and my Duddykins simply must go to the zoo today"

"You're lucky today freak, thank your cousin for being such a kind young man", Vernon Dursley growled, "Now get up and cook me some food!"

The zoo was amazing! It was filled with bright colors and the sounds of many hundreds of people laughing, joking and talking with each other. To Harry, who had never experienced anything like it, it was the most amazing place in the world. This is what the world should be like, Harry thought to himself, no suffering or pain. It amazed him that people could care so much about each other, could go to such effort to help another.

Uncle Vernon's whispered voice cut through his musings like a knife through butter.

"Move it! Freak".

Of course it would help if someone would care about him that way, thought Harry bitterly as he robotically moved to respond.

"Right fre-boy", said Vernon, his mouth tripping over the unfamiliar address, "I don't want to hear a peep out of you, just follow me around and try not to look like one of us."

Why would I not talk to you, thought Harry sarcastically, after all you're such wonderful people.

For Harry the rest of the day was amazing. The Dursleys did not want to associate with him but were reluctant to let him out of their sight, in case he "got into mischief" that would be reflected back on them. Of course he didn't get any lunch but it's not like that hadn't happened before.

The final destination on the Dursleys agenda was the reptile house. Harry had always loved reptiles, especially snakes. He felt a connection with them, both snakes and him were looked down on, disliked and misunderstood, and the Dursleys also had an irrational hatred for both of them.

Standing watching his cousin press his face against the glass wall of the container of a Brazilian Boa Harry couldn't help but sigh at casual disregard with which the creature was treated, just like him, he supposed.

Feeling the need to apologize on behalf of the majority of his species Harry stepped forward towards the enclosure "Sorry about them, I guess they just don't understand what it's like to be trapped in one place for your entire life", he said all this passionately in one breath, turning around as he did, never expecting the snake to answer. So it was with great surprise that he spun around, hearing the slightly dry rasping voice of the snake behind him.

"You can speak? I've never met a human who could speak before, but it is to be expected, even a filthy race of overgrown monkeys would have some intelligent members"

To shocked to think clearly, Harry hastily replied ,

"They're not all bad, really…".

The snake gestured to the side hissing in a weary almost sad voice

"No?"

Harry turned to look at where the snake was pointing, just in time to feel a massive weight smash into his side, throwing him to floor. The weight, his cousin Dudley, began to yell,

"Mum, Dad, Mum! Quickly come here look, the snake is moving, the freak made the disgusting thing move!"

Harry felt a wild energy surging through him, hatred, anger and the desire, the hunger to cause pain. The glass his cousin was beating with his fists disappeared without a sound and, overbalanced Dudley toppled through the now vacant space. Hissing in satisfaction the snake slithered through the opening before the glass rematerialized behind it.

Harry looked on, giggling at the sight of his cousin screaming in fright. It was only after Dudley had been removed from the snake enclosure that he saw his uncle looking at him, his face twisted in hatred, anger, and possibly a little fear. There would be a reckoning for this, of the he was sure, no matter that he didn't know exactly how he had made the glass disappear. Even so as he stared into his uncle's furious face he couldn't help but feel a tinge of foreboding, something was going to change, of that he was sure.

The car ride home was silent, punctuated only occasionally by the sound of Dudley's whimpering and Petunia's fussing movements. For Harry a cold feeling of dread was beginning to work its way up his spine. His uncle had not said a word since they had gotten in the car, it wouldn't be too bad would it?

Who was he kidding. The worst punishment he had ever received had involved beatings as well as being locked in the cupboard for three days without food, and that been for breaking a glass. Harry shuddered as he imagined what the Dursley's would do to him now, for attracting attention in public, as well as somehow making the window disappear, and the was no doubt in his mind the Dursley's knew or believed that it had been him.

Uncle Vernon kicked the front door open, dragging a struggling Harry behind him. Harry's mind was ablaze with terror as thoughts of shoes, belts, knives, hot ovens and dark closed in spaces whirled through his head. The true punishment was both much worse and much better than any of these fantasies.

Throwing open the door to the cupboard under the stairs Vernon threw Harry head first into the small area.

"I'll deal with you later, after Dudley is seen to, and I promise you it is going to hurt" Vernon all but yelled at him.

Perhaps, if he had heard his threat Harry Potter would have been terrified, as it was however, he simply lay where he had been thrown, blood tricking down from the top of his head.

It was… fuzzy Harry thought to himself as he seemed to float above his body. Even in death it , seemed he was trapped in the cupboard, enclosed in that terrible dark space. Looking down Harry found that there was a… thing on his chest, a chain made of several links that bound him to the broken shell lying with its head smashed against the wall. Great, thought Harry, another thing binding me here, but, someone will open the cupboard door, and do something with my body, surely not even the Dursleys can leave a skeleton in the cupboard forever. Someone will come.

Time passed. Every day the furthest link on the chain would grow teeth and consume itself, Harry would have paid attention to this but the process itself was extremely painful, the worst thing he had ever experienced- and Harry Potter had experienced a lot in his few short years of life. Three days after the incident someone opened the door, they shut it again immediately afterword.

Vernon!

The shriek echoed through the house audible to all who lived in Number 4 Privet Drive, and even those who… used to.

Amazing, that woman's voice still haunts me after my death, thought Harry dryly. It's strange, even though I have no physical ears I can still hear people speak. In fact I still seem to have a body of some sort, which leads to the question, What I am? I know I'm dead so why is my spirit still hanging around, does it have something to do with the chain on my chest and if so, am I supposed to remove it to move around. The sound of voices interrupted Harry's musings.

"Vernon", came Petunia's voice for the second time, sounding subdued, "I think the freak may be dead.

Freak..Freak… FREAK…The word rushed through Harry's mind like poison, the cause of all his misery. Why was he a freak, what made him different, why was everyone able to hurt him. At the last thought the chain on his chest seemed to thrash, the links forming into mouths, the same wild energy that had made the glass disappear surging through him, a wild, primal need- but look where had that gotten him last time, Harry questioned, a straight on collision with the wall. Meanwhile the voices outside the cupboard continued to talk.

"… to dispose of the body", said Vernon in a shaky voice, "After all, if those people found out who knows what would happen. We would just have to deny ever getting him."

Harry winced, surely they wouldn't just… toss his body away.

"The river", came Petunia's quiet voice, "No one knows we have him, we dump him in the Thames, and it will all just, go away… If those people ever show up we can say we left him at an orphanage and can't remember which one".

No! Harry nearly screamed, this couldn't happen, he couldn't be forgotten.

"I'll go get the keys", said Petunia, "you drag his… there was the sound of a gulp… body to the car".

Harry screamed, yelling out trying to get them to change their minds. They didn't, the only thing he accomplished was making the chain on his chest start to writhe again. The door was yanked open suddenly, and Harry could see the grimacing face of Vernon Dursley as he reached out a hand towards Harry's body.

As the corpse was dragged unceremoniously out of the cupboard Harry had time for one split second decision. Reaching up he latched onto the door frame of the cupboard, relying on the still writhing chain to hold the body in place.

Vernon gave a startled jump at the sudden resistance to his tugging, confused he gave a slight pull on the body, nothing happened.

Harry let out a relived sigh, believing it was over, for a second he had experienced overwhelming pain- it had felt like he was being ripped in half, but though the chain was still twisting and thrashing, it was over now. He was wrong.

With an almighty heave, Vernon Dursley tore at his nephew's corpse, Harry hanging on to the edge of the door frame refused to let go. The chain seemed to explode, mouths tearing at each other, links falling off. Harry Potter's chain of fate broke, and the world changed forever.

Mrs. Pembington let out a gasp as the world seemed to rock, a loud crash echoing throughout the entire street. Most other people would have run at the high pitched scratching sound, like nails being dragged over a blackboard, but… Someone had to tell the neighbors what was going on. Peeping out of her lounge room window Mrs. Pembington received a great shock as she saw that, where Number 4 Privet Drive had once stood, was a pile on crushed wood, metal and bricks. It was then that she felt the menacing presence emanating from the ruins, a great pressure that threatened to crush her into oblivion, then it was gone. Deciding on the spot that the neighbors could get there information elsewhere for a change Mrs. Pembington almost ran to her bedroom before locking the doors, bolting the windows and slamming the curtains shut. Later she would retell the story, describing how she ran heroically into the ruins searching for survivors, by herself until the police came, after all who had ever heard of having a strange feeling around bricks and wood, but for this one night she still remembered the terrifying force and the feeling of true fear.

AN: Well it's not awful, I think, for my first chapter. I would just like to mention the views expressed by my OC are not mine, simply those I believe a member of the neighborhood where the Dursley's lived would express

So, you can review, or not, I'm not really that fused