Disclaimer: I do not own either fandom of this crossover, nor do I own any subject (location, characters, etc.) mentioned in these fandoms.
Harry bit down the soft noise of discomfort that wanted to escape as he squinted his eyes. His glasses were lopsided, tossing the world into a mix of blurry blobs and sharp shapes. Hagrid's wails echoed around the silent forest before Bellatrix's voice cut through, slicing across his noises as easily as her dagger had with Dobby.
"My Lord," he could hear her whimper, sounds of crunching leaves and twigs overlapping with the rustle of clothing. Harsh panting could barely be heard over both Bellatrix and Hagrid, but it was loud enough to worry Harry. Something had happened to Voldemort while Harry was in the station. If the Dark Lord figured out that Harry was still alive, he surely wouldn't give mercy for the experience of near death.
Not that Harry believed him to be capable of mercy.
Swallowing back the blood that filled his mouth from biting on his tongue (and he didn't know if it happened when he fell to the ground or when he was fighting for everyone's lives earlier), Harry clenched his eyes tightly, relishing in the flashes that colored his eyelids. He was alive. The horcrux in him was dead, leaving Voldemort's snake as the only thing keeping the man - creature for sure, as Harry didn't think Voldemort could be a man after everything he did - tied to the world. Hopefully Neville would remedy that, though.
"The boy!" Voldemort's hoarse voice wheezed, sending chills down Harry's back.
"Is he dead?" Bellatrix asked immediately after. Harry supposed she could be truly curious, but he had a feeling that she only wanted to simper to Voldemort in order to stay on his good side. If the monster had one, that is.
Soft footsteps started towards him, but before whoever was walking could check him, a loud whoosh swept through the clearing. Harry's eyes snapped open, only to see darkness rising around him. Shouts and spellfire quickly filled the air, screams of fury and pain as people were hit sounding out the loudest.
Harry struggled to lift himself, trying to put his shaking arms under him to stand. But he didn't have to. Hermione and Ron were suddenly there, silently casting bright streaks of light towards the area Harry suspected Voldemort had stood.
"C'mon, mate," Ron groaned, tugging one of Harry's arms around his broad shoulder while Hermione did the same on his other side, tossing up strong shields to deflect flying bursts of lights. "Gotta get you outta here."
Hagrid's voice called out over the chaos, his steps adding to the noise with heavy thuds. "'Arry! Where's 'Arry?!"
Unfortunately, Harry couldn't get his mind to work correctly. Rather than asking after Hagrid, wondering how the giant man had gotten loose, his mouth was too sluggish for his thoughts. "Tol' you," he slurred, "not t'follow. Was s'posed t'get sn'ke. Neville, you, 'Mione. Kill h'crux."
"Neville said he's got it, Harry," Hermione grunted, moving slowly with each step that Ron took. Harry could only stumble along, his feet dragging slightly and making the walk more difficult. "He told us to help you - that you needed us more than he did. Do you have your wands?"
His brain was working a little too slow for his liking, but the training that they had done while on the run helped him to quickly make sense of her words. "H'lly in h'lster," he sighed out in answer past a heavy tongue. "Spruce in p'cket. Los' the ot'er h'lster."
If he had his other arm holster, he'd be able to feel the warmth of each wand through both arms. But after a surprise blasting hex had caused rubble to spray across his left side, his holster had unhooked in the sudden commotion that resulted, leaving his left arm bare. Now, his spruce wand was tucked snugly into his left pocket, the end peeking out enough for him to quickly grab when needed.
"That's alright, you can use my spare an-"
"Mudblood!" Bellatrix cut through Hermione's words, sending a vivid red spell hurtling towards them. "Bloodtraitor! You will regret ever going against the Dark Lord!"
Ron cursed from Harry's right. "'Mione, you gotta apparate us out of here." When she went to argue, slashing her wand to bring up a hastily cast shield, Ron let out a frustrated noise. "No time for arguing, 'Mione! The wards are down, we can apparate into the castle now. You know I'm not the best at it and Harry's in no condition to do it himself. It's gotta be you!"
Harry blinked slowly, catching the indecision written across Hermione's face while Ron took over defending them from Bellatrix and a few other Death Eater's that had spotted them through the pitch black fog. When her brown eyes met his, determination was quick to take over.
"Alright," she nodded, tightening her grip on Harry and reaching around to grab Ron's arm that was curled around Harry's waist. "Gryffindor Tower should still be standing. We'll go there."
She hurried to count to three, giving Ron enough time to curse the Death Eater's and stop casting before Harry felt the familiar tightening of apparition. His breath caught in his lungs, feeling as though they were collapsing from the sudden pressure on his ribs. A sharp twist had the dark world around them fading away. His last view of the shadowed forest showed Bellatrix's gleeful face as a sickly yellow spell raced towards their unprotected forms.
Everything was spinning in dizzying speeds, colors and foggy shapes blurring past. Harry felt as though his insides were being squeezed and mushed into one with Hermione and Ron's own bodies, his skin smudging into caramel colored tan, lightly freckled cream and spotted, lightly darkened tan. Red hair frizzed into tight curls and black hair briefly smoothed to become tamed before the colors and textures switched. Short became tall and curvy became rather gangly before, with a sharp crack, Harry slammed into a hard surface.
Pain exploded from multiple points of his body. His nose absolutely ached as it steadily leaked blood, his left calf screamed in agony with every shift he made and his head swam in pounding drums to the beat of his heart. Breath was difficult to pull in after such a ride, especially when his lungs felt as though they would collapse in on themselves every time they expanded with air.
Similar cries and moans sounded out from a few feet away, the deep noise alerting Harry to where Ron was. There was no sound from Hermione.
"'Mionge!" Harry tried to call, but blood poured into his mouth from his nose, making him gag and choke. Turning onto his side to spit it out, he gazed through bloody lens of cracked glasses and was met with an eyeful of chocolate curls. "'Ermionge," he mumbled, carefully pushing himself to sit up even though it made his head spin.
With trembling hands that were dirtied with blood and mud, Harry carefully rolled his best friend over to see her face. Other than a vivid red mark on her right cheek, Hermione's face and head were unharmed. His eyes darted along her body, squinting past the pain in order to see if she had any obvious injuries.
There! Her left arm, on the opposite side of the 'mudblood' scar Bellatrix had given her. Much of the skin was missing along with practically the whole sleeve of her sweater, leaving parts of Hermione's insides that Harry had never wanted to see visible. Blood leaked heavily from the wound, creating a pool around the left side of her body and drenching her soft pink sweater.
As gently as he could, Harry slid his hand into the pocket of her sweater that was closest to her injured arm. Soft clinking was heard as he removed the shrunken purse from her jacket, which was quickly returned to its normal size with a fumbling of his wand. Harry rushed to open the bag and shoved his arm in, feeling along the organized mess until his hand hit bottles.
"'Quare wid sharb ed'es," he mumbled, mind working fast to remember the description of the bottle he needed. "'Quare wid sh - ah!"
Harry jerked his hand away from the point that had pricked his finger, but hurriedly snatched the bottle as he forcefully pushed the pain away. With his whole body hurting, it wasn't as difficult as it should have been. A few drops, he reminded himself, unstoppering the bottle. While he worried that his shaking hands would make him drop the bottle, he was fortunate that the return of his mental state gave him the stubbornness that he needed to keep them steady.
Green smoke hissed as it drifted off of Hermione's previous wound, leaving newly formed skin that stopped the bleeding. He eyed the rest of her body, only to let out a sigh of relief when no other parts showed blood.
"'Arry?" Ron mumbled after a particularly sharp cry, and Harry quickly turned to his other best friend, pausing to let the dizzy spell pass. The redhead was turned onto his side not far from them, reaching a bloodied hand out. Harry dragged himself towards Ron and noted the various injuries.
His leg was in a similar state that Hermione's arm had been, but slightly smaller in size. His forehead held a thin cut, while tinier ones littered his cheeks and chin. The most worrisome wound, however, was the gaping hole that rested just below the scar from the locket.
"Dus' lay down, Won," Harry attempted to soothe as his hands deftly dripped the Essence of Dittany on his chest wound. Green smoke erupted, causing Ron to arch his back and release a hastily cut off scream. "'Mione's fine, I dust need do helb you, alrighd?"
Various drops of dittany later, Ron's pained whines tapered off into steady breathing as he slipped into unconsciousness. Once he was sure Ron was still breathing and that Hermione's chest was rising and falling, Harry eyed his surroundings.
Tall trees unlike any he'd ever seen before surrounded them, cloaking them from the bright sun beating down on them. Which was strange, since the forest had been dark when Harry went to stand before Voldemort. Unless the instant darkness powder that Hermione and Ron had used was messing with his mind, but he doubted that.
Birds sung, which was even stranger since the Forbidden Forest was usually silent save for the vicious snarls of whatever dangerous creatures resided in it. Green leaves bathed shadows across the muddy ground and some of the strangest flora Harry had ever seen peeked shyly out from tree trunks and grassy land. Then again, he thought to himself, magic did tend to make some crazy stuff.
Weird plants had to be included.
It was then that Harry noticed the faint shimmer of a bubble around them. It glowed a barely-there blue and seemed to be shrinking in on itself with every blink. Swallowing the taste of bile back, Harry shuffled as best as he could, gritting his teeth until he was between his friends. There was no escaping the incoming magic, though.
Shields, a voice eerily similar to Hermione's whispered in his mind. Cast the protection wards I taught you.
Harry nodded along with the mini-Hermione in his mind and flicked his wrist, comfortably welcoming his holly wand in his palm. His left hand fumbled for the spruce wand that he had dropped after resizing the bag. Its slender, stubborn form rested just as easily as his other wand, thankfully not damaged from the rough landing.
"Repello Muggletum, Protego Maxima, Fianto Duri, Repello Inimicum," Harry mumbled, feeling the draining of his magic as he cast enchantment after enchantment over the area they landed. He wasn't as talented as Hermione was when it came to protective enchantments, but she had trained him and Ron as best as she could in the subject. Unlike Ron, however, Harry had learned more and thus had a wide variety of enchantments that he could use.
Finally, the last one snapped into place, forming a rather large, barely visible dome over the three of them. But it did nothing to stop the quickly fading dome of magic from inching closer and closer to them. He didn't know what it was, but he had a feeling that whatever came with it wasn't going to be any good.
He was right.
Pain, possibly worst than the cruciatus, slammed into him, attacking from every side. No - from the inside. His magic lashed out only to curl in on itself when whatever the attack was hit right back. Harry's magic was in no condition to even attempt to fight off whatever was invading his body.
Screams, cries, gasps, groans; noises poured out of his throat along with Ron and Hermione's. A small glimpse showed his skin bubbling, leaking blood and pus from popped blisters that continued to form faster than he believed possible. Something in him seemed to be burning and, as liquid filled his lungs, robbing any breath that he had recovered, Harry's vision clouded over.
Welcome to the first chapter of Majkru!
This is a sort of test run that I'm doing. Unfortunately, I haven't seen any crossovers between HP and The 100 that are Harry-centric, so I decided that I might as well do one myself.
Lengths of chapters will vary, though I hope to have longer ones.
Harry's pairing is currently undecided, so I may leave it up to y'all to decide. I was leaning more towards either Bellamy, Miller or John, but I will admit to being weak for some Trio love.
Harry is slurring when first speaking due to fatigue and has a broken nose later. I really hope that I was able to correctly bring his words across, lol. It was my best attempt.
Hopefully y'all enjoyed reading! x