Whispers from Black Stars
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Disclaimer; I don't own Harry Potter or Chronicles of Riddick
Warning; Blood, gore, death, sexual content and there might be Slash in the future (that depends on what people want)
Summary; Change was never Easy, He was the first one to tell you that. It always took time to adapt and usually it was time He couldn't afford to lose. And now with the war knocking on his front-door and the people standing at his back-door, demanding that He protected them, He was at loss what to do. What can you do when the people you thought were your friends abandoned you, what can you do when the demands of a world that believes you have a duty to them, throw you in front of hungry, rabid snakes. He wasn't prepared for any of this, people never took the time to sit him down and help him go through the many problems that he was facing.
So was it a stroke of luck, when that Man appeared on his doorstep, or a downright nightmare. It did give him a chance out of things, so it shouldn't go wrong, right?
When you are Harry James Potter, everything can go wrong.
AN; Voting for pairings can be done by reviewing your choice or sending me a PM
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Chapter 1 - part 1
Whispers of a Wizard's past
A new Road to Hell.
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Harry James Potter, eighteen year old Wizard, Animigus, Master Legimence and Occlumence, Manipulator of Elements and prophesized destroyer of Voldemort, didn't start out like he is right now. No, Harry James Potter was the only child of Lily and James Potter, born on the 31st of July. He had lived a happy eighteen months before destiny and fate struck, ripping the comforting world he knew right from underneath his feet. The one he had been prophesized to defeat had barged into the Potters home on Hollow's Eve, killing his father first and then his mother. Little Harry was meant to be next, but something went wrong, or maybe it's right. Voldemort did have his wand aimed at the baby, did say those damning two words; "Avada Kedavra", but the curse that killed in a brilliant flare of green light never hit it's intended mark. Instead of striking Harry Potter down and into death, it reflected back at it's caster, destroying Voldemort's body and turning him into a nothing more then the ghost of himself, a wraith hell-bend on destroying Harry James Potter.
On that day Harry James Potter was send to live with his only living relatives, who hated anything that wasn't 'Normal' and their obsession with it was anything but normal. But Harry was not normal and there for did not fit in their obsessive little world. They had tried everything, from mentally and emotionally beating it out of him, to physically beating it out of him. In the end it had Harry suppress his abilities, until they became nearly non-existent, but that had consequences for him. His abilities would lash out when he needed them the most and the effects were rather spectacular.
He lived ten years with his obsessed relatives, until he hit his eleventh birthday. That was the day he had been invited to Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You would think that Harry would fit in well, sadly you couldn't be more wrong. Harry was famous for the first fall of Voldemort and very revered. What no one realized is how much he had lost that day and how much it hurt him to see people celebrate his name while he had lost his parents. But Harry was if nothing else, a survivor and he adapted as good as he could to the culture shock and the situation. He had gained many friends and enemies in the Wizarding World, made his own place in it all and faced Voldemort on numerous occasions. After every encounter Harry escaped alive and nearly unscathed. When Voldemort finally returned back into his corporal form, Harry however nearly lost his life to get away. For a year he had been ridiculed, called a liar and an attention seeker. It in the end had cost him the man he considered his father, but it did open the eyes of the Wizarding World that Voldemort was back. Harry was then determined more then ever to make sure such a repeat would not happen again. Threatening his relatives to hex them into the next millennium, if they did not let him study in peace, he started learning and training. Occlumence and Legimence was the first he worked on, when he had both mastered, he found out that with the new discipline, new roads had been opened for him. He learned that he could manipulate the Elements and could follow his father's footsteps by becoming an Animigus; a sleek black Panther. Deciding that he relied to much on his wand and magic, Harry had thought to at least know how to use his own body as a weapon. He had found a Dojo in Surrey that was willing to teach him the Martial Arts, and later on the Art of Sword-fighting. In three years time, he had trained himself up to the standard where he could kill a group of Death Eaters without trouble. In Hogwarts he applied himself to his studies, to the delight of Hermione and the disgruntlement of Ron. He had grown very close with Luna and saw the blond pixie of a seer as his little sister. When he had returned home after finishing Hogwarts, he had little choice but to return to the Dursleys, there had remained until the age of eighteen, when all Hell broke loose.
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Rising from the Earth, when he arrived at Hogwarts, he was met with the sight of millions of Aurors running about doing damage control why Healers were rushing from one victim to the next. Swallowing the sudden wave of nausea bubbling up, he moved his tired feet forward and further into Hogwarts Grounds. Looking around and praying that he could recognize a face, he nearly collapsed with relief as Luna Lovegood made her away towards him. The slim arms wrapped around his waist and hugged him close, as Harry full heartedly returned the embrace. "Luna… Thank you." he murmured. Looking into those crystal blue eyes he could see the understanding reflected in them. "Albus is waiting for you, together with the Professors." she gently guided him into the Castle and towards the Headmaster's office. Passing the gargoyle and ascending the stairs, Luna knocked on the door and entered it. Harry following silently after her and was nearly tackled to the ground by a crying Hermione. Smiling so very slightly, he hugged his female friend and stroked her back in a soothing manner, whispering soft reassurances in her ear. When she pulled away, worry was shining in her eyes as she took in his blooded form. Removing his cloak, he allowed Hermione to check him for any injuries, before taking a seat amongst the many people that were part of the Order of the Phoenix. Meeting the serious eyes of Headmaster Albus Dumbledore he smiled lightly.
"Now that the last of us is here, we can proceed. The entire World was attacked by an unknown army, that quite literally fell from the sky. Already the Ministry of Magic, St. Mungo and Daigon Alley have been wiped from the chart. More reports of destroyed cities and Magic hot-spots have been flooding in and the death count is far greater then the war has brought us." the voice of Albus was grave and his eyes were devoid of any twinkle.
Harry cleared his throat and stared at the man. "If I may?" at a nod he continued. "I had been in my room when Surrey fell, I did hurry down the stairs to see what exactly had been going on, but the sight was gruesome. The Dursleys had fallen to the unknown enemy as if it was nothing, the streets were literally red with blood and every where you could see were the dead. Amongst it all I saw an army of thousands marching and killing anyone in their way. They wore helmets of what seemed like Iron, but most certainly was a whole lot resilient, my Katana's had trouble cutting through them. One of the men however had a different kind of armor and he wore no helmet, he was most likely a commander. Black dead eyes, raven black hair in dread-locks hanging down his back. Their skin was so pale I would almost believe they are the dead." his eyes glazed over in remembrance, as several people in the room shivered at the ominous news.
A discussion followed as to what they should do, a discussion that slowly dissolved into a shouting match. Harry watched on, until the clear eyes of Lune caught his attention. She stared at him with such an intensity that a shiver of dread crawled up an down his spine. Clearing his mind, he eased his way into hers and stared at the vision she was showing him. A vision of two men standing back to back, wands raised and spells being cast in every direction, with the bodies clad in armor piling up. He could recognize the man on the right as himself and the man on the left filled him with dread. Pulling out of the seer's mind he sighed and rubbed his temples. He knew what he had to do, it didn't mean he would like it though.
Clearing his throat he managed to draw the attention to himself, meeting the twinkling blue eyes of his old Headmaster, he prepared to drop a bomb.
"I think we should contact Voldemort to create a temporary truce..."
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It's a short chapter I know, but I wrote this while I was on the train to my mom… I will update again very soon, with part 2 of this chapter
Anymore questions? Any idea's are welcome and the voting for the pairings is still open.
Tell me what you think of my story though.
Love
Lucretzia