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Kamen Rider Wizard Knights

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Saffron-Ranger

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If you're wondering why I didn't put this in the crossover section, it's because no knowledge of Kamen Rider is needed. No KR characters will make an appearance and any knowledge needed (i.e. suit designs) will be explained in the story. Enjoy!

Chapter I

The Magical Package

(Smallest Bedroom, 4 Privet Drive)

Harry Potter jerked awake to the sound of a fist rapping on the door. The fourteen year old wizard rolled over and groaned, knocking the book he'd reading before he fell asleep off the bed.

"I'm coming, Aunt Petunia!" moaned Harry, rubbing his eyes.

"Is someone a bit tired?" asked Dudley as he opened the door and poked his head through.

"Just a little bit," replied Harry, glad that he and Dudley were getting on better now, but they were careful not to let Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia catch on.

"How late did you stay up reading last night?" questioned Dudley as he sat down on Harry's desk chair, in the past something like that would had broken it, but Dudley's new training regime had changed that completely. The teen once the size of a small whale had changed into a much smaller and much more muscular teen.

"Voldemort nightmare," answered Harry, yawning as he did.

"Another one? That's the fifth this week!" spoke Dudley.

"You know, you almost sound concerned," teased Harry.

"Me? No chance!" joked Dudley, "But I guess you're not that much of a freak, I mean, magic is pretty cool. Besides, I'm glad I grew up a bit, realised how horrible my parents and lost all this weight. It's down to you really, you brought me to my senses with blowing up Aunt Marge and showed me how horrible I was."

"Are you sure the reason you cleaned up your act and stopping bullying people wasn't because, you know, girls don't like that sort of thing?" teased Harry again.

Dudley's cheeks tinged pink and he muttered, "Shut up, Potter!"

"You too, Dursley," replied Harry, the two bursting out laughing.

"So, you get anything good for your birthday?" asked Dudley, "It's not every day you turn fourteen!"

"Yeah, I got some good stuff, thanks for the Walkman by the way, love it!" answered Harry, "I got some cake, I'd ask if you'd like some, but I'm pretty sure I know the answer."

"I know you do, I've gotta watch my weight," replied Dudley, patting his six-pack.

"Oh yeah, go on!" exclaimed Harry jokingly, "You show off your six-pack while in here with a my ribs showing!"

"That reminds me, you got this in the post," said Dudley, handing Harry a package, "I told Mum and Dad it was mine to stop them from keeping it."

"I don't who this could be from, I've got a present from pretty much everyone," muttered Harry, opening up the package.

Harry pulled the lid back and frowned, he reached in and pulled out the first object, a large belt buckle with a black and yellow handprint in the centre.

"Whoa! What is that?" asked Dudley.

"I don't know," replied Harry, taking out a second buckle of the same design, but slightly smaller.

"Actually, they look kinda familiar," muttered Dudley, "I've seen them somewhere before."

"Wait, I can see something else," spoke Harry, reaching back in and pulling his hand back out, now holding a mix of rings and coins.

"That's some nice jewellery," commented Dudley.

Harry placed the four rings down on his bed, they were all silver bar the faces of them, one was red, one was purple and two had a handprint similar to the ones on the buckles. He then placed the three coins down, one was red, one was yellow and the last was green, each with a different animal motif imprinted on the face.

"These are amazing!" muttered Harry, sliding the Flame Ring into his left hand.

Suddenly, the sound of Uncle Vernon charging up the stairs came to ears of the two teens. Dudley quickly stood up and quickly made his way back to his bedroom silently whilst Harry shoved the buckles, rings and coins back into the package and slid it under his bed.

"Who were you talking to, Boy!" shouted Uncle Vernon as he burst into Harry's room, his face an ugly puce colour.

"Er, Hedwig," replied Harry quickly.

"Ruddy bird!" grunted Uncle Vernon, "Next you'll be taking to spiders or snakes! Damn freak!"

"Sorry, Uncle Vernon!" replied Harry, "I promise it won't happen again!"

"See that it doesn't, or you'll be getting a taste of my new belt, murderous godfather or not!" warned Uncle Vernon, "Now get downstairs and make breakfast, and don't you dare burn the bacon!"

With that, Uncle Vernon grunted self-importantly and slammed the door closed, leaving Harry to his thoughts, his eyes widening when he realised he was still wearing the Flame Ring.

-Kamen Rider-

(Riddle House, Little Hangleton)

In a black flash, Lucius Malfoy apperated in front of the Riddle House and brushed the dirt off his cloak.

"What a hovel!" muttered Malfoy, staring at the dilapidated manor house.

Malfoy turned to watch as thirteen figures appeared, all those who dared to return from the once hundreds strong Death Eaters. Without need for communication the fourteen Death Eaters made their way into the dilapidated manor house.

"The rest of you wait here, I'll go," instructed Lucius, causing the others to stop and allow Lucius to climb up the stairs.

Reaching the top, Malfoy quickly saw the dim light of a fire coming from the room at the end of the corridor, the room they had used to run Death Eater operations early in the first war.

"My lord, I am here," spoke Lucius, entering the room and bowing to the armchair in which Voldemort resided.

"Hello Lucius, I must ask, how do you like my new form?" questioned Voldemort, stroking his face with his long fingers.

"It is quite spectacular, my lord," replied Lucius, "But I thought you would use only Harry Potter's blood."

"That would optimal, but a waste of resources," answered Voldemort, "I used the next best, the blood of the late Lily Potter, it allows me to access the blood wards all the same."

"Lily Potter's blood, but how?" asked Lucius.

"I had Wormtail collect a sufficient amount before he betrayed her and her husband," replied Voldemort, "One of the few things he actually achieved successfully, he's in the corner of the room right now in fact, do you want to say hello?"

Lucius looked over to the corner of the room and cringed slightly at the sight of Peter Pettigrew's rotting corpse, rat eating his flesh.

"He'd already betrayed his closest friends with no effort," spoke Voldemort, "I had to ensure he would not do the same to me."

"A wise choice, my lord," answered Lucius.

"Now, how should I punish you?" asked Voldemort, "After all, you deserted me for thirteen long years."

"I have not been idle," replied Lucius, bowing again, "I have gained a significant pull over the Ministry, especially the Minster himself."

"Very well, you have done well," commended Voldemort, "But I fear we must start a more aggressive assault, we must use the Phantoms."

"My lord, wouldn't that be too much, they are very powerful and very volatile," warned Lucius.

"Exactly, we do not need to control them, we will unleash them by singularly so they cannot injure my servants like they did previously," reasoned Voldemort, "First we send a Phantom and a squadron of Ghouls to this 'Little Whinging' where the Potter boy lives to finish him off."

"Yes, my lord," spoke Lucius, "I will see that it is done."

-Kamen Rider-