Title: The Wonders of Thedas
Crossover: Dragon Age and Harry Potter
Genre: Adventure, Fantasy, Romance
Pairing: Dorian Pavus X Harry Potter
Summary: Waking up in another world is one thing but waking up as the only one who can save another world? Yeah, he should totally have seen that coming.
Warning: Slash (Yaoi, Boy X Boy…), MoD! Strong! OOC! Harry, Harry-In-Thedas
Chapter Two
They arrived at the Temple, the scent of death becoming even more prominent the more they advanced. His senses as the Master of Death tingled at the back of his mind and he felt the fear, pain and confusion of the poor souls that had lost their lives in that location. Besides that, he also felt the undercurrent of power deep underground; whatever this place had once been, a great amount of magic had been at work there and long enough for it to permeate the area. There was also something corrupt not far that made Harry's nose twitch in disgust and left a bad taste in the back of his throat.
Bodies were everywhere, some unrecognisable and others, broken husks in different reflections of the pain they had endured. And those were only those that he could see; he felt much more death permeating the area, telling him that remains of even more people who had been at this Conclave were no more but ash and dust.
"This is where the soldiers said they found you," Cassandra told him, her voice hushed and strained. Their other two companions were silent but the enormity of their situation bore down on all of them equally.
They reached a section of the temple where they could see the Breach better and as one, they followed the green up and up and up to the giant hole in the sky.
"That's a long way up," Varric commented, saying what was on all their minds. From where they were the Breach seemed even more daunting.
Behind them footsteps were heard before Leliana appeared with a contingent of soldiers. She looked relieved at their appearance before Cassandra, Solas and her started to discuss their next plan of action. Varric remained beside Harry, for once silent as they both continued to watch the Breach. However, while Harry had no idea what could be going on in the beardless dwarf's mind, Harry was more preoccupied with the scent of Death and the tingling feeling at the back of his mind; this was where he had appeared, and whatever the reason, Death was behind all this. His supposed servant's power was like a beacon to Harry and now, though he doubted he was behind the whole explosion, he had no doubt that he appearance in this world was because of Death.
"Let us move," Cassandra told him, breaking him from his thoughts. "We should find a way down." The four of them moved and tried to pick their way through the rubble to find their way down and closer to where the rift was. As they walked they passed by huge pillars of red crystals that made the hairs on Harry's arms rise and Varric unusually worried and cautious. Whatever that thing was it was apparently not normal for even the inhabitants of this world and enough for Harry to wholeheartedly follow the dwarf's advice of 'not touching it'.
"Now is the hour of our victory," a resounding voice took them by surprise as it swept through the temple. Harry's hand reached towards his sword and he even saw the other three react in the same manner.
"Who is that?" Cassandra asked suspiciously, her eyes darting around.
"At a guess, the one who is behind the Breach," Solas replied as they continued on their way, though this time with more urgency in their steps.
"Keep the sacrifice still," the voice continued.
"Is that normal?" Harry asked.
"The veil is thin. This must be a memory or reflection of what has happened," Solas explained simply for Harry's sake since he had told them on the way that he might or might not be too familiar with the Veil and the Fade and whatever was related to the two – to say this raised questions and many eyebrows was an understatement.
"Someone! Help me!" another voice called out, this time female. In front of Harry, Cassandra froze before she rushed forward, jumping from the ledge to drop to the last level.
"That's Divine Justinia!" she cried.
"What do you think you're doing to that woman!?"
Harry jerked to a stop, surprised as he recognised his own voice resounding throughout the temple. Cassandra whirled around to him and opened her mouth, most likely to question him again when light broke out from the centre of the temple and large shadows and images were suddenly projected in front of them.
Harry gawked at the large holographic images that appeared, his eyes falling in the large shadowed figure that seemed more menacing and threatening than the old woman dressed in red and white suspended in the air. He could not see any defining features from the figure, as if its characteristics had been deliberately hidden from them.
"Keep the sacrifice still," the figure said again and this time the voice could be associated to an image.
"Someone! Help me!" the woman cried again. Harry, his three companions and everyone else who had come to the temple could not help but stare, transfixed and horrified at what was happening in front of them. At least, this time they got an idea of what had truly happened at the Conclave but what they saw could only alarm them even more.
The scene in front of them continued until, to their collective stupefaction, a rift appeared in front of the two figures. However, instead of being green like the other rifts they had encountered, this one was white, and out fell a very familiar figure. It was Harry who fell head over heels in front of the two figures, the rift immediately closing behind him even as he cursed up a storm and pushed himself up. The other two seemed just as shocked and surprised at his appearance as their audience.
The Harry of the vision stood up and looked around, an annoyed expression on his face that quickly turned mildly surprised but still remained more irritated than anything.
"Great. Where am I now?" he asked no one in particular as his eyes fell in the shadowed figure before he caught sight of the hovering woman not far from him. The surprise on his face seemed more genuine as much as the alarm that overtook his features. "What do you think you're doing to that woman!?" he cried as he took a step forward but before he could do anything more the shadowed figure spoke up.
"We have an intruder. Kill him."
"Run! Warm them!" the woman cried out to him immediately instead.
That was when the images disappeared, an eerie silence taking over the temple as everyone tried to understand what they had seen. Then, almost as one, they turned to Harry who could only take a step back as Cassandra grabbed him by the collar and shook him.
"You were there!" she accused. "What happened? The Divine, she called out to you but – "
"Look, I don't know!" Harry told her as he broke free from her hold and took another step back. "I'm as much confused as you are, okay? I told you I don't remember!"
"Well, that was enlightening," Varric commented as his hand itched towards his crossbow.
"It matters not," Solas said a slight frown on his face. "Seeker, we need to focus on the Breach for now. Anything else should come after."
Cassandra visibly took a calming breath before she turned swiftly towards Leliana. As they discussed what should be done, Varric sidled up to him.
"So, you really don't know what this was all about?" he asked Harry casually, his hand fiddling with a leather strap on his crossbow.
"No clue," Harry replied swiftly. This was not completely true, however. He had recognised the white portal he had come through; it was what appeared if he decided to visit a world, though he had never really cared to try it. It was a doorway from the Underworld and this one had clearly reeked of Death; unlike his companions he had been able to see the subtle black tendrils of Death's magic around the portal which confirmed his suspicions that what had brought him in this world was in fact the being known as Death and his supposed servant.
He was going to get an earful when Harry saw Him next.
It was not long before the soldier were organised and evenly spread through the temple as Solas explained to Harry what was expected of him. He was to use the mark on his hand to open the rift in front of them before they could attempt to close the Breach since the rift was the first to appear and closing it would help in closing the Breach. It was not going to be too difficult; all he had to do was the same thing he did when closing rifts except in reverse. However, this would also attract attention from the other side and thus why they were preparing for anything coming through when it opened.
With that in mind, Harry waited until everyone was in position and for Cassandra's signal before, with his sword held in one hand, he thrust his other hand with the mark to the rift, and pulled until it opened. Solas had been right when he had said to expect anything from the other side; what came out was a giant menacing creature that let out a roar and a particularly evil laugh. Voldemort should have totally learned from that thing. It was a very impressive laugh.
"Pride demon!" someone yelled from behind him as archers fired. The arrows bounced harmlessly from its hide and an electrical whip slashed through the air.
Great, Harry thought as he jumped into the fray, sword swinging while spells flew over him, arrows were fired and shields were bashed. Nothing, however, seemed to make any difference as the creature, the Pride demon, lumbered around, throwing its electric whip around and swinging its large arm.
"We need to strip its defences!" Cassandra yelled but that was hardly any help. How would they do that? Nothing seemed to work against the creature and their soldiers fell like flies. Harry gritted his teeth, feeling like sooner or later he would have no other choice but to start using his magic. He could not just let those people die for nothing while he could do anything about it.
He yelled as he jumped in front of an archer as the demon swung its arm at him, blocking the attack with his sword. His knees buckled under the force but he tried to hold through until the others came to his aid and pulled the creature's attention away. Unfortunately the subpar sword was at the end of its rope before they could help as it broke in his grip, the metal carving under the force of the blow. Quickly, Harry rolled away and narrowly dodged the next blow from the demon.
With no more option in his hand, Harry gritted his teeth and threw his arm at the approaching Pride demon. His magic pulsed before, in an explosion of power that seemed strangely enough less than he was used to, rope flew from the ground and latched onto the creature. The demon let out a scream of rage as it was suddenly restrained and pulled towards the ground to keep it immobile.
His eyes swept across the makeshift battlefield to see the others, soldiers and his companions alike, staring at him in shock. "Come on! Don't just stand there!" he called out to them. The look Cassandra shot at him made him apprehensive about what the female warrior had on her mind, even as she lunged forward and rammed her sword into the demon's neck. It let out an agonizing shriek before disintegrating, green wisps flying back to the rift. Harry loosened his magic and stood up from where he was kneeling but before he could do anything more, he found a very familiar sword being held by a very familiar woman pointing at his neck.
"You," she hissed menacingly, her eyes glaring threateningly into his, "have a lot of explaining to do."
"Seeker, I do not believe now is the time," Solas called as he approached warily. "We should close the Breach before more come through."
Cassandra let out a disgusted growl before she sheathed her sword, grabbed Harry by his collar and dragged him to the rift. He did not protest, as much as he wanted to, as he really did not fancy having a sword in his entrails. She pushed him forward until he stood in front of the rift. With a wary look at the woman, Harry thrust his hand bearing the mark at the rift… and everything went black.
When he woke up… he was not too sure he was actually awake. The world was blurry around him and he recognised the room he was in as the room the portal to the worlds back in the Underworld. The room was larger than the Great Hall back at Hogwarts and the walls, the ceiling and the floor appeared to reflect the same starry sky he had always seen which gave the impression of standing in space. The fact that he woke up standing was not what told him that he was sleeping still since if he had gone back home to the Underworld, he would have appeared in that very same room, standing too. What clued him in was the being standing in front of him as if He had been waiting for him.
Death was just like he remembered Him as, a tall lanky figure, cloaked in heavy, dark robes, shadows licking at the trailing hems, and a hood pulled up, hiding the naked white skull with no defining features. Seeing Death should not be too out of the ordinary, but seeing Death and feeling the naked mischief surrounding the being was. The world around them rippled.
"Master," the being greeted as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
Harry scowled and crossed his arms, annoyed. "What have you done?"
Death glided to him, a long, bony finger reaching up to caress one pale cheek. Harry let Him, reluctantly basking in the familiar gesture even as he glared at his supposed servant; he felt like a parent just waiting for whatever chaos his wayward child had decided to unleash.
When Death finally decided to explain what was going on, Harry felt the headache of a lifetime coming. Oh, come on! Why him?
Stupid Death.
Stupid past him who got himself in that mess.
Stupid Thedas.
…Stupid paperwork.
AN: Thank you for reading and leave behind a review and tell me your thoughts. Constructive criticism would be highly appreciated.
Cheers,
Leight
