DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER.

THANK ERZI FOR BETA READ THIS. PLEASE GIVE HIS STORY A TRY IF YOU HAVE THE TIME.

FourYears Later

Harry dressed and walked out from his bedroom early that morning as to make breakfast for the Dursleys in the kitchen. Once his relative were eating later, Harry collected the mail. When Vernon caught sight of Harry's letter for Hogwarts, he told his wife, Petunia that it was time for Harry to lean about his kind.

They sit down with Harry, telling about his parents, the one who murdered them, and the name of the man who sent Harry to live with the Dursleys. The Dursleys knew they would gain nothing from lying to him.

Now that he knew the truth, Harry was being treated differently by his relatives. He decided that he would wait patiently for the time to make his relatives pay for what they had done, with painful torture and drawn-out deaths. So Harry took the news in stride, easily accepting it. It explained his reoccurring dream. Actually, now that Harry thought about it, the truth explained a lot strange things that happened to him

Harry then wrote a letter to Hogwarts, asking Professor McGonagall to escort him to Diagon Alley if and when she was available.

That night as Harry was tidying his Warhammer collection and brushing up on Warhammer lore, he had an idea. If he possessed magic, then it must be like the Spyker or Eldar drawing their power from the Warp. Harry tried to concentrate his mind on the Warp, attempting to connect with it.

It should be noted that Harry was very powerful, even if his magical core was bound by Dumbledore that Halloween night, restrained to a tenth of his power. But magic was never meant to be bound or contain.

At the age of fifteen months old, Harry's magical core was so large that it managed to rebound the Killing Curse. Dumbledore, realizing Harry's strength, bound the infant's with the hope of restraining his growth. Instead Harry's magic, attempting to compensate, did something Dumbledore himself did believe possible: it grew, increasing as Harry himself grew older.

The sheer amount of magic Harry directed into his wish allowed him to connect with the Warp. His mind, as chaotic yet ordered as it was, allowed him to glimpse the Warp, yet not go insane.

And the Warp's very nature to bend space and time sent things through the connection to Harry's mind, and four figures appeared. The first, a female Eldar Farseer, who moveed with far more grace than humanly possible, was covered in white armor, a cape in her back with the Biel-tan symbol. In one hand she wields a witch staff, and in the other, a twin shuriken pistol.

The second was a Bloodraven Space Marine in terminator armor, wielding force equipment as well as an ancient hybrid power force staff Warhammer and twin-link flamer with heave bolder attachments.

The third, an Ork, had more augmentation and cybernetic than a Tech priest of Mar, his head being the only flesh to be found on his body. His right hand was a power claw, his left a mess of guns forged together into a massive weapon.

The fourth was clearly Chaos, for his corrupted armor shines with unholy power, equipped with a force staff and a chaos pistol.

The four quickly realized others existed and pointed their weapons at each other, their weapons flicking back and forth between opponents. A Mexican standoff as one would say. None of them moved or glanced away from their opponent, before the Ork suddenly asked, "What is this place?" The others turned to look around and understood what the Ork was talking about. The place was an equal mix of chaos and order, brought the word, "balance," to each of their minds.

Then a voice, coming from no definite direction and completely surrounding the four asked, "What is this?" in a clearly surprised tone. "None of you shouldn't be here!" The voice was that of a child's, but held another quality to it. The four, realizing they are talking to whoever controlled the place they were trapped in chose to answer.

The Bloodraven spoke first, "I'm Chapter Master and Chief Librarian of the Bloodraven Avasta. My Chapter and I were fighting to prevent the Greater Daemon Prince from taking over Baal, our main recruiting world. I dealt the killing blow to the Daemon Prince. In his final, corrupted breath, he sent a warp rift, and flung me to Emperor know where, then I woke here".

The Farseer spoke next. "I'm Astvel Farseer of Biel-tan craft-world. My warriors and I were fighting a Tyrinid horde. We won but the hive mind created a warp rift and then I too awoke here".

"Me Skullsbasher, the bigezt in me Warrg, me and me boyz where killing the Chaos boyz and then me kill the big red Chaos boyz he bodyz explode, and me here," the Ork explained.

"I'm Seravas a Chaos sorcerer," the Chaos warrior introduced himself. "I was completing some work for my chaos lord. However, he didn't like the outcome, and so he chucked me off the ship while we were still inside the Warp. I woke up here, like everyone else. I should have stayed with the Emperor, at least he's reasonable" The Chaos warrior muttered.

The four noticed how each of them ended up here because of Warp transit, and so believed they were in a Chaos Prince's world. But none of them knew of a Chaos Prince with such an imagination. Each expected a torture ground filled with deamons, never ending fire, and prisons, but instead, there was nothing.

The mysterious voice spoke again, "Interesting. Most interesting, a Space marine, an Eldar, an Ork, a Chaos," the voice broke off in surprise. "Well! What are the chances of that? Hm . . ." the voice turned thoughtful. "I wish for a Tyranid Swarmlord!"

Silently the four looked at each other in confusion, including the Chaos sorcerer. All of them worried about who he asking for. Then a warp rift opened. For a while, nothing happened. Just as they were about to chalk it up to the chaotic nature of the warp, Tyranid Swarmlord emerged.

The voice was astonished. "Wow! Didn't think that would work. Well then, let me introduce myself." The voice came from directly behind them instead of echoing around the expanse. "My name is Harry James Potter, and I welcome you to my mindscape." The speaker gestured around him.

All are surprised. Rather than the demon prince they were expecting, they are presented with an eleven year old human boy. The boy watched them, interested and curious, and his eyes green eyes glow with wonder at the five.