A/N: Was a result of a few enjoyable Hp/T crosses I read.

"FUCK!" Harry swore, the first hour in a new dimension and he was already under attack, some crazed statue. A crazed venomous statue that had gotten him good in the initial ambush even now he could feel the poison distracting him, weakening him.

The statue was silent, deadly and appeared to have amazing perception capabilities, able to pierce his concealment spells, either through sight, sound or smell he wasn't sure. All he knew was this dimensions wizards were not taking any chances with their golem defences, they were almost unbeatable.

The Statue disguised as a small blonde women shot out from an overhanging tree branch, only years of war hammering in a sense of danger or a spider sense and his preternatural reflexes allowed him to dodge her strike. Focusing on her, he sent a palm strike filled with black fire at the creature. It turns out they really don't like fire, maybe it was the difference in dimensions but it really didn't expect the fire to hurt it.

The scream was loud and disturbing, and probably a means of warning for the wizards territory Harry assumed he had violated. The flames small and black were eating the creatures flesh like acid on plastic, it was horrifying to watch.

The creatures pitiful whimpers as it was consumed conflicted within Harry, surely it wasn't truly alive, but one look in the red eyes even a passive scan he could feel a mind twisted, driven almost to madness but now seeing in startling sanity. The damage to the sternum was severe, sending as powerful sleeping spell as he dared. He sent the counter spell to the cursed fire and several powerful healing charms he had acquired over the years at the now slumbering women.

Not quiet trusting of the women to not attack him, he levitated her into a tree in case of predators. Nodding his conscience cleaned he apparated vertically, drastically slowing his fall with a modified impedimentia curse his eyes surveyed the surroundings. In the distance he could see a mountain range three long distance apparitions later he was hovering half way up the mountains side.

By now this poisons effect was beginning to have noticeable affects, his pain suppression was beginning to fracture and the agony would be beyond anything he had encountered before. Knowing his time was short, he gathered his power and gorged a short tunnel into the mountain side, closing the entrance as he entered. Three bluebell flames illuminated the grey cavern, time growing short as the containment spells on the venom and the pain began to fail Harry inscribed ten runic symbols in the air in a circular fashion.

The basics of a wounded wizards survival guide, the runes created a basic and wide spectrum ward, effectively concealing any sense of the one within the wards range, as well as providing fresh air in case of situations like this.

Feeling the ward snap into place, Harry's blocks vaporised and pain flooded him. The agony was intense, it was like being burnt alive from the inside, more painful than the bite from the Basilisk in his second year by a wide margin.

The agony continued barely able to focus on anything but unable to lose consciousness he screamed, for three days in unmistakable agony. What prevented the insanity that struck so many torture victims from such pain he didn't know.

A final ragged scream erupted from his throat as the fire concentrated into his heart like a force of nature and then his heart stopped, and so did the pain. He blinked the first moment of pain free thought since the ambush, he could tell something had changed, he felt different. As he absent mindedly watched a speck of dust float in a higher definition than should have been possible he knew something had changed.

Reaching inside himself her could still feel his magic, but it seemed warmer and slower now. Channelling and shaping it he conjured a mirror, he was pale too pale, and very very handsome as if his flaws had been erased, and his eyes with their incredible vision were blood red just like that golem.

With his new appearance he mused he might have been mislabelling her as a golem, she could have been a member of this dimensions werewolf analogue, though it could have been vampire as well with the blood red eyes and human shape even when attacking.

Food for thought, suddenly he felt an immense urge to drink, on what he wasn't sure but it staggered him, he felt like he was in a desert, clamping down his Occulumancy the burning seceded. The suddenness of the urge was worrisome, dropping into a meditative stance he began to examine the more basic impulses and emotions. Like in his home dimension they had been skewed like when infected with lycanthropy or vampirism, unless he was careful he had a greater rage, possessiveness, and obsessive qualities.

Collapsing the ward and entrance he was met with a curious sight, a small black hair women, who when the wall collapse expression changed from one of confusion to one of absolute joy before tackling him with a hug.

"I found you, I found you," she muttered into his shoulder, incredibly happy to see him.

Harry unsure of what was going on replied uncertain, "Umm… hi?" Trying to figure out why he was being hugged by the petite women, and wondering why she had golden eyes a very odd feature.

"Visions, my diet" He gave her another look he hadn't felt a breach of his mind, though hopefully if the vision bit was true she wasn't about to make me face some sort of super evil in a bizarre prophecy.

"Nope" She answers, she pulled back but still not fully letting go, "Just general vision of you in my future, and happiness"

Harry raised an eyebrow, briefly scanning her with Legilimency and received a snatch of images with him reacting in different ways to the conversation, going with her, leaving her with a devastated expression which for some reason really bothered the hell out of him possibly a result of the change, and one that was very vague and ambiguous but an undeniable sense of family.

"So do they get confusing, the visions?" She nodded, before receiving another vision.

"Your not leaving!" She hugged him obviously happy he was choosing to come with her.

He shrugged, "I didn't like your expression when I didn't choose that option, it… bothered me, and I am curious about getting an explanation,"

She giggled, "Follow me then," Before darting off at an impressive speed, a speed that Harry was surprised to be able to follow.

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Watching the deer from the tree he considered what he had learnt, he was a member of the Vampire race now, blood sucking and immortal but vastly superior to his dimensions analogues, full death by immolation everything else was recoverable from, not to mention speed, strength and senses well within the superhuman range a heady mix.

Alice was part of a subgroup of vampires with an extra bit, a psychic power. Her coven hosted three such members a telepath, an empath, and herself a seer. Similar to aspects of magic but focused and strengthened into a powerful tool.

The blood letting while distasteful, was much to Harry gratitude tempered by the change in his taste and pleasure impulses, now how to get it without worrying about the hair, running through his options he turned to Alice who was watching with a rather bemused expression.

"Which option doesn't give me a hairball?"

"The fifth idea," She quickly replies,

The spell is a rather simple spell, invented back when bleedings were considered good for ones health and then modified slightly it was used by the Black Family to rip the blood out of people. Holding a conjured cup of considerable size, his free hand flashed black for a moment before in an impressive explosion the deer exploded.

Then in an amusing twist of magic the rivets of blood twisted and turned in the air like a demented ballot before streaming into the cup. Letting the spell drop, a few casual sips of the fresh deer's blood fired the thirst he had been previously suppressing into overtime. Blinking he realised he had entered a sort of frenzy and had consumed the blood without savouring it.

Three more deer's, and he found himself feeling sloshy, a weird feeling to experience,

"Where are we? I never even thought to ask"

Alice smirked, cheeky vampire, "The forests outside Forks… in America"

"Cheeky… so the animal blood diminishes the more animalistic impulses?"

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Harry looked at the approaching newborn horde, a surprisingly large part of him really wanted to dive into the fray and just swing and to have the metaphorical blood pumping. It was almost enough to make him consider using no magic, but for the three Volturi member watching from a distance he would limit himself to his cursed flame, that had proven very effective against vampire previously.

With an invisible trigger the newborn charged, waiting for his sides similar response. Harry danced into the fray, side stepping a tall male newborn he scrapped a hand wrought in black flames along jis spine. A short blonde dove towards him, smarter than the previous she dodged and gave a few of her own strikes that he blocked lightly burning her hands as she struck until an opening and a clawed hand of fire ripped out her throat.

With the numbers slowly evening up two older members of the Seattle Coven tried to gang up on him, forced onto the defensive, he scored several hard burns along his attacker's arms and hands just not enough damage to go on the offensive. Five minutes they exchanged blows, until Harry ducked a jumping wolf who took one of the newborn by surprise before Harry ignited the others head.

Glancing around the battlefield there is only a single small girl talking with Carsile, the only injure seemed to be the black wolf, and from memory it was that loud mouthed Jacob. If Harry felt a little satisfaction he wasn't ashamed.

Jasper and Emmett were stacking the twitching body parts on the burning fire, with large spurts of flame with every limb the own on the fire, when Alice suddenly called out for the Wolves to make themselves scarce, the Volturi observers had decided to visit.

Lining up to present a unified front, the Volturi seemed to take pleasure is causing pain, skimming Jane's mind, a plan began to form in Harry's mind. Glancing at Alice with a questioning expression, her slight nod made it hard to not smirk.

'Don't worry, the fire won't harm you' He sent the slightly panicked vampress.

They were going to make a statement, and the young girl Bree seemed to be the only possibility that Jane could justify to her boss. Casting and holding a flame freezing charm is hard, especially when they consist of extremely flammable liquid and are in several pieces. A fact that Harry found out the hard way, the only brief despite was that he didn't need to sweat from his exertion.

Giving the mentally unstable Vampire a good ten minutes to get away from the edge of the identification wards, an overpowered Agwenti crushed the flames in a burst of steam. The poor girl had no idea what was going on, and by the time Harry and Alice had reassembled her she had latched onto Harry tightly and muttering "Thank you"

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