This is a Harry Potter, Star Wars The Old Republic Crossover Fanfiction only.
The trial was pretty much so one sided it was actually funny to see Lucius Malfoy try and save Ginny, ever since I known the man one of the constant themes in his life was that he hated the Weasley family with a passion, I mean the man did give Ginny the cursed diary of his boss to use it to discredit and injure the Weasley family.
Ginny for some reason was very quiet during the entire trial, I was expecting her to be screaming her head off about this being a setup, fake charges, even say that since my name was on the deed of those businesses she was running that I should be tried as an accomplice. No, she kept quiet through it all, it also appears a Dementor was actually brought.
This did not, in fact, made the Dementor any happier or Molly for that matter. For them to actually be able to get a Dementor to come must mean the court offer the Dementor something she could not refuse. I don't know which is worse, to see the truth that I basically was dating someone even worse than Tom Riddle, or the fact that the Dementor and the accused she was going to kiss were, in fact, the same gender.
As Ginny was told to stand to receive her sentence she did something I never even noticed. Somehow Lucius gave her one of Voldemort's backup wands. This entire time I was thinking she was praying for forgiveness, turns out I was wrong, she had been casting spells right under our noses the entire time of the trial.
She stood up glaring at me, "IF I CAN'T HAVE HARRY THEN NO ONE CAN!" As she said that she plunged her wand into herself and that is when her spells came out from her all at once, it was a variant on the wide range killing curse, I guess Ginny never believed in the tale of the three brothers, cause she would know that as the master of death I could not age or die.
The spell clashed against the magic in the courtroom, which in turn clashed with the magic in the Ministry building, causing the killing curse Ginny cast to be more widespread that even she realized. The truth of what happened began to dawn on me as I walked out of the Ministry building, inside the building there was not a single person alive.
Everyone except Ginny had this vacant look in their eyes, and the bodies had no pulse, every person in the entire Ministry was dead, or so I thought, but no the truth was more horrible than even that, the last Ginny used in the last moments of her life may have been a wide area killing curse, but because of the magical artifacts inside the ministry building, and the fact that the center of the Floo Network was in the very same building something happened that never happened before.
The spell went through the Floo Network hitting every single Ministry and causing the spell to gain wider and more power than ever before, the spell caused a cascade effect and as each ministry was hit, it began to spread all over, it turns out that the one to end all life was not he who must not be named, it turned out it was she I wouldn't marry.
Ginevra Weasley was the witch that killed the world, well except for me, I was surrounded by dead bodies as far as I could see, not a single person was alive, no matter how long and hard I looked, everyone magical or muggle were killed.
That is when I also realized that my wand had completely transformed into a crystal. It was a warm crystal that barely fit the inside of my fist. I never realized that working with others, feeling that connection with other people, to socialize was such a big part of my life, I guess in the end it was true, you really never know what you had until you lose it.
Death appeared several times and since I could no longer cast spells the traditional way, I began to try to use the crystal, it was hard work since the crystal was harder to focus. I managed to grow some food, not that I was that hungry, let's face it, the smell of thousands of rotting corpses really can kill anyone's appetite.
Who knew that my only person who I would end up speaking with was the grim reaper. I almost want to say that the only reason he spends so much time talking with me is either he doesn't have anything to do or to get me to become so depressed that I might try to end my own life, which was stupid since I could not die.
After what felt like hundreds of years, and the bodies of the dead had long become ashes in the wind, I saw something that was straight out of science fiction, a rather large metallic ship came down from the sky, the stars were blocked by it and that is why I even noticed the thing at first, the ship was black as a starless night.
Several strange armored people came out of it and just as I looked at them they threw what I thought was a ball to me, next thing I know everything went dark.
The next thing I know I almost want to say I feel very much like I did growing up with my Aunt and Uncle. In case I have to clarify I was being beaten and someone was yelling at me to wake up. That is exactly how Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia always woke me up each morning.
I opened my eyes and for a second I thought that I actually needed to wear glasses again, the man beating me, or at least I think he is a man, looked at me with an angry glare, yep feeling like the glare Uncle Vernon use to give me. The fact that the man looked like a man was turned into a pig and stopped the transfiguration just as his head changed.
"So you are finally awake, do you have any idea where you are?" I looked around and saw that I was in a dungeon, straw was covering the floors, they were also used as a bed, a few buckets were used as toilets and the only source of water came from a rusty metal pipe from the ceiling.
"If I had to guess I am being held captive, and probably will force me to do something ungodly, then again this place is a whole lot nice to the room I had growing up. So I am not going to complain too much about my resting place, mind telling me why you woke me up and where are we?"
The man behind the pig looking man came up to me and began laughing, "You were captured in a desolate world, and sold to me as a slave. I happen to run a gladiatorial arena, my clients come and place bets on the outcomes of the fights, I am called Zerk, and the Gamorrian that woke you up I call Pigstein."
"Now you are probably wondering what this means for you, to put simply Sith and other Imperials will come and watch you fight daily, do a good enough of entertaining them, and you get to live, upset then enough and you prove to be not good enough to keep around and you die. You shall wear this collar, and if you get hurt enough this collar will knock you out, signaling the end of the fight, or if many of the spectators vote, the collar will explode killing you."
"You have to learn the rules, everyone else knows them already when your opponent is down you leave him alone, and you step back or you are liable to get blown up if the crowd votes for his or her death. You will be allowed to pick weapons at the start of the day, anyone who is foolish enough to sacrifice their own victory for the benefit of another will be executed."
I saw several women, and female looking people in the cage in front of ours, the only thing separating us was the hall and two doors that were used as the entrance to the two large cages. "Last but not least, I don't care if you are male or female, we all fight and there will be no distinction or special treatment between opponents. If your opponent is of the opposite gender, I don't care. You will win or suffer the consequences."
So let's see I am stuck in an arena, I have this collar that pretty much is a high-tech doggy collar, and I have to fight to win or they will either kill me or torture me. This is feeling an awful lot like the house of my Aunt and Uncle.
When he asked if I had any questions I actually was the only one apparently who dared to ask. "Do we get any armor? Where are my personal things? Is Knock out the only outcome?" The man began to laugh like an absolute maniac.
"Yes you do get some light armor and clothing, females get less armor for obvious reasons but they do get a shield belt to compensate, as for the things you had on you when they found you, they are considered items were given to the one who bought you as a bonus, in your case, I have them. You only had some weird looking clothes and a crystal. As for the outcome, killing is permitted and in fact encouraged, I guess you are wondering if the collar stops a fight before death occurs."
I sat down and that is when he let a whole lot of droids into the cages, and I mean a lot of them. One stood right next to each of us, they even when and made the droids look like the opposite gender of the occupants of the cage they entered.
So the ones that enter the cage I was were all female looking droids, well their heads were weird but other that that I guess this is the droid equivalent of female, and the other cage got male droids. "You each will have a droid assigned to you as your overseer, caretaker, medic, and maintenance. I suggest that you are nice to the droid assigned to you cause if you aren't, they could end up causing your defeat and even death."
I looked at mine and I guess my droid should be called a crimson-clad red head, I mean seriously the only thing that was not red on this thing were its eyes, or several highlights that were golden, guess even if they are droids these female droids also liked to wear jewelry.
"Exclamation: How long do you intend to just stand there looking at my frame? An introduction is necessary. Introduction: I am called HK-49, I shall be the one assigned to you from now on, Insulted remark: Do you have a designation meat bag?"
The droid that was assigned to me was rude, sarcastic, and had no feelings at all by the sound of it, we are going to get along just fine. "The name is Harry James Potter, or maybe I should say it like you. Introduction: This unit's designated name is Harry James Potter. There does that make you happy?"
I swear this droid began laughing as I said that, "Amused Response: Oh, Indeed that does make me happy, we are going to get along rather well meat bag."
The droid began doing something only that weird tape that Ollivander owned did to me one, I was measured in every possible way. HK just went and walked towards a terminal to do something. Next thing I know it is bringing several large metal boxes and set them near a large patch of hay.
"Explanation: These containers hold the armor I just finished adjusting for you. The one with the star holds possible weapons you might prefer. My recharge port is on the wall. I suggest you sleep or you might lose both your fight and your meals for a solid week."
It left and I tried to get comfortable on the pile of hay, it's nothing new to me, I guess I went from being an abused child to a national hero to a law enforcement agent, and now a slave in a gladiatorial arena like that movie I was forced to watch with my cousin. Watch is a generous way of saying I got to watch some of it while I brought popcorn to them, and refill their soda glasses.
As soon as I got up the following morning I decided to put on my armor, which surprisingly enough was not that hard to do. Just like putting on my regular clothes actually, put on some clean underwear, socks, boots, pants, shirt, and jacket, except that the stuff had more metal fibers than cotton or wool. The thing looked like it weights a ton, but actually, it is pretty light.
Since I just heard my wand was no more, and we had nothing resembling a gun, I decided to go back to the basics and picked up a mace. I actually mean a big metal bat with an electrified large part at the end, not the stuff that muggle police use that came out of a can.
I walked out and saw that many of the others had picked lances, swords, then I saw a woman with a boy and a quiver full of arrows, why didn't I get that option I wondered as I waited to hear who I was going to fight, by some strange reason I was understanding everything the creatures around me were saying, I mean not every person in this arena was human.
That was pretty obvious to me with the guy that looks like the love child of big foot, and there was a few of them who had skin colors ranging from pink to green and had a pair of what I would call head tentacles growing out of their skulls.
If the years that I was forced to listen to Star Trek, just because Dudley's room was right next to mine or over mine, depends on how old I was, I knew two important things, stay the hell away from anyone with green skin, and if the thing had bone actually shown on its face, then I should assume it is not going to be either friendly or love peaceful and cooperative problem solving.
I and my big stupid idea turn out I got both of the things I wanted to avoid in my first opponent. The guy looked like he was six foot tall, green as the guy on the pea cans at my local grocery store, what did they call that thing, the green giant? He had as far as I can tell no flesh on his lower jaw and it had weird bone growth like that character Dudley used to love to tell me about called Doomsday.
Next, to him, I must seem to him like I am a midget. The sound of the fight began and he being the big idiot that he was rushed in without actually seeing what I had in my hand. His large sword came down and I evaded the last second, it got stuck on the ground, and he was trying to pull it free, I immediately ran towards him and turning my mace on I didn't hit him, I hit his sword instead.
Turns out I might not be on earth, but there are still people dumb enough not to realize that metal is an excellent conductor of electrical energy. The energy went up to him and blasted him across the room from where he was standing. I was not going to give this guy the chance to get his weapon. I knew perfectly well that a weapon that size could at best break several bones in my body, at worst outright kill me.
Every time he tried to get his sword, I hit the weapon shocking him and sending him crashing into a wall. I kept doing that, I even got a rhythm to it, just for kicks I began to hum the song, it turns out it was I been working on the railroad.
The fight was near over and the guy looked like he was done trying to get his weapon and he instead decided to try and punch my lights out, who am I to refuse someone's request to dance. I kept on hitting him with my mace and I have to admit he got a few nice gut punches but in the end, he was knocked out, and I was trying hard to catch my breath, I simply was laughing that hard.
I was declared the winner of the day, and I had no less than fifteen women send me offers that they would pay a small fortune to have me father their child. For once the greedy bastard that owns us and I actually saw eye to eye and he refused every single request not because he didn't want me to sleep with them, he had no problem with that, not because I would be knocking up a woman I never met.
The main reason he told me was simple, they would pay until the pregnancy was actually confirmed. Meaning he would not get a single credit till a medical scanner said that indeed I put a bun in her oven. This, of course, told him and subsequently, he told me that I would have to keep trying to knock each and every one of them till every single one of these women was pregnant, the fact that these women were not horrible looking space monsters did help.
The fact that didn't help is that he would lose more money in me being taken out of the combat line up, than what these women were willing to pay. In other words, if I am taken out of the arena line up, the loss he would suffer due to people not being able to bet against me were more severe than what these ladies were offering to pay.
He went even further and said that since he owned me, he pretty much told me that he told these ladies that since I was as he told me his property, that the insemination of anything for the purposes of reproduction was under his complete authority, they couldn't even meet me to try and seduce me, the thing that pretty much made them drop it is that he said that he rather use me to father the next generation of gladiators unless they were willing to pay no less than ten times what they were offering.
I looked at him and for a second I was worried that he was actually thinking of me sleeping with the women in the cage across from me. These women were brutal, strong, merciless combatants, you wouldn't know it from looking at them, for many of them were very, and I mean very appealing, but I didn't want to be anywhere near them, I seen at least three of them break a beast apart with their bare hands.
Can't be helped really they don't exactly give us plates, knives, forks, spoons, or cups. So table manners were not really an option for us, it is eating or watch other eat around here.
Five days later and I am still the undisputed best fighter in my cage, for some strange reason it doesn't matter which weapon I use, they always and I mean always end up shocking and blasting people against the walls of the arena. The other people in the cage and even some spectators began to call me something I didn't enjoy, the Lightning Juggernaut.