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Harry Potter/ Warcraft III crossover


BlackRock and Roll

By: Mage-Alia

Chapter 7: Lions and Trolls and Orc's, Oh my!


Summary: Harry has been in danger for most of his life, but the stakes are raised indefinitely when he is swept through space and time to Lorderon near the beginning of the invasion of the burning legion and the rise of the Scourge. Now, he's on his own with no allies or friends, just himself and an iron will to survive his new hell.

AU, No Pairings.


A/N: Mah, Mah…. I just have a little gripe to get off my chest… and not that I'm mad or anything but one reviewer didn't think before writing (I'm talking to you mister Servant of K-sama – Anon).

Yes, Black dragons are mostly portrayed as evil, in both WOW and W3, but they weren't always like that, if the interpretation of the history books scattered through WOW are correct. (Which, given who wrote them, should be the case anyway.) Thus there is an opening for some sort of multi-dimensional character as far as dragons (or dragonflight) are concerned. They are intelligent and powerful beings… not single minded monsters, Onixia being a prime example because she sought revenge for her children as Lady Prestor, when they where killed by humans. She was just a scorned mother consumed by her grief.

The second part of the Review they said 'the prophet' was the red dragon himself. He wasn't. Medivh was human. He was born the only son of the Guardian Aegwynn who fought on behalf of humanity against the invading demons in their first attempt to take over Azeroth. She didn't trust whomever would be named her successor by the Council and Medivh was to carry on her legacy. Unfortunately, when she destroyed Sargeras's body, his soul took refuge in her body and possessed the unborn child.

In later years, Sargeras took over his mind and made him summon the Orc's from the outland, effectively bringing the Horde into existence before he was killed in Karazhan by his apprentice, Khadgar (Now found in outland) and a party of heroes including Anduin Lothar, Knight Champion of Stormwind before it's fall to the Horde. The human part of Medivh returns for the events of W3 as the Prophet to right the wrongs Sargeras inflicted upon Azeroth in his form.

So you see, I do read the source material, and I do so very well. I don't start a story until I have all the historical facts to back it up. So you got no business tryin to tell me that I don't research stuff when it's YOU who need to study the material more carefully!

………ahhhh, it's so good to get that off my chest…

Now, on with the story!


Harry blinked…

…the Troll sneered.

"Why does Lau' get stuck bein da babysitter for da hyumon whelp?" The Troll had dark blue skin, a thin beak like nose, small tusks growing from inside his bottom lip, spiky ocean blue hair that was slicked back into sharp points and a hunched over lanky form that shortened the being to nearly half his actual height. He wore old worn pants made of hide with no shirt and bare feet and he slunk along beside the caravan, makeshift stave of a fishing pole in one hand as he continued to mutter his complaints.

Harry was riding on the back of a Kodo in the Tauren's caravan as it wound it's way across the wasteland that was The Barrens. Moros, the bull that had been looking out for him, was at the head of the train and unable to stay personally so in a rare show of courtesy the Warcheif of the new Horde, Thrall, had offered to let one of his men escort Harry around during the journey. The dark haired boy had snorted his amusement as he figured that it was more to keep watch on a potential threat than anything else.

Thus he'd been paired with the only creature that a) he wasn't terrified by, and b) wasn't ready to kill him. Trolls seemed to be as a rule, extremely hostile toward any sort of humanoid creature. They had hatred down to an art form and loved to let the others know, they where vicious in combat and bad tempered when faced with other species. Harry had the feeling that if the Tauren hadn't decided to like him, he'd be dead.

Which lead to a different train of thought.

The Orcs and Trolls where oddly… restrained.

Orcs where unruly and destructive, often barbaric in their behavior, but these ones marched in organized columns on either side of the caravan. Unlike the Orcs he'd first encountered, these ones had been trained into a single military unit in spite of their savage history, but that didn't make Harry any less wary of them. The Trolls where similar, but they were less disciplined. Marnela had told him that the Darkspear Trolls who accompanied the orcs had gone with them to escape the isle's that they'd landed on when they where banished from their homeland, Stranglethorn Vale.

That had explained why Lau'tiki, his escort, was a fisherman.

Harry looked back at the Troll and he snarled. Harry gave the Troll his own scowl in return, making the lanky blue creature look away from him. They weren't on the best of terms to begin with. Instead Harry turned his gaze outwards, the Barrens where as dry and inhospitable as their name implied. According to a nearby Bull, they where still half a days march away from the first of their stops on the way, an oasis that would be a welcome break from the heat.

They'd also told him that it would most likely be overrun with Centaurs as well, but he didn't mind that so much. Centaurs had never been his favorite creatures, and compared to the ones in the forbidden forest around Hogwarts these ones could be called downright stupid. Violent and rough hewn people they where scavengers making a living by hunting down the caravans that passed through the Barrens.

It was with all that in mind that Harry looked for a way to pass the time as he tried not to feel sick. Being perched on the back end of a Kodo was disturbingly like being on the sea, what with the way the giant creature rolled and rumbled beneath him. Eventually, he just chose to stare at Lau'tiki's head.

At first the Troll didn't notice, his gaze having been turned outward. Then, he eventually became aware of the eyes on him and looked back to see the little human staring at him blankly.

"Wha' you want." Lau drawled in his heavy accent and Harry kept staring.

"You, I'm gonna kill." He grumbled in irritation.

Harry kept staring.

"Stop dat!" The blue Troll demanded and looked stubbornly in the other direction. Slinging his Fishing rod onto his back as he folded his arms over his chest. There where a few titters of laughter before the Troll peeked out of the corner of his eye and found Harry…. still staring.

"AARRRGGHHH!! DON'T YOU GOT SOMETIN' BETTER TO DO?!?" The troll threw up his arms, yelling in unintelligible Trollish and stomped ahead to the other side of the Kodo. Nearby Orcs burst out into raucous laughter and a few of the Trolls cat called in their own language, picking on Lau for being so easily disturbed by a human of all things. Harry only gave a half smile to show his amusement before the caravan came to a shuddering halt. Having been unprepared for the stop, the green eyed boy nearly fell off the Kodo before he found his wits and scrambled up the pile of supplies to see over the Kodo's back.

Tauren, Orcs and Trolls alike, milled around the caravan in confusion as the commanders stood stock still at the head. From the back of his giant wolf, Thrall made a hand sign to the grunts and they spread out, Cairne did the same, and the Tauren took up the defensive around the Kodo. The air turned thick with tension and no one dared move before, somewhere in the distance, Harry heard the TWANG of a bowstring and acting sheerly out of instinct, threw up his hands, raising a shimmering blue shield that was instantly pelted with arrows, the magic stopping them dead in their tracks.

"AMBUSH!" A Tauren bellowed somewhere nearby and the Orcs gave a roar as the Centaur archers appeared on nearby rises. Grunts took refuge behind their shields as they scaled the heights to face them dead on. Harry had to hold on for dear life as the Kodo bulked and began to back away from the noise, nearly trampling the guards. The chaos continued as more centaur attacked from the other side, charging them recklessly as their pets, wild dogs and hyena's, harried the Tauren not fast enough to avoid them.

After about a minute of watching in stunned silence Harry was finally shaken to awareness when a loud cry rent the air nearby and he looked behind to see Lau'Tiki fending off a trio of Marauders who had been going for the supplies. Harry let go of his perch and slid toward the fighting, almost going flying as he fell off the side of the Kodo and ducked under Lau's arm, claws going for the legs of the first centaur he encountered. It reared and tried the wheel away but as it came down on it's front legs they buckled and the raider let out a scream of pain.

In the precious few seconds after that the fighting abruptly stopped as Harry transformed, his draconic state, looking nothing like the emancipated creature he'd started out as. Green eyes blazing with inner fire Harry roared. The Kodo's panicked and nearly trampled the other travelers as they parted like the red sea. The centaurs broke off their attack and stared, only to turn and run a moment later as the dragon lunged forward, snapping up the nearest raider and shaking him with powerful jaws, breaking the creatures neck before it was thrown into two more of it's comrades.

Harry rushed away from the caravan and took off in pursuit, breathing green fire that melted the skin from their bones and turned the rock around them into molten slag. Some of the centaurs where torn in half, others where tossed off into the distance where their eventual fall would probably kill them. Soon all that remained of the centaurs was a few corpses and a dust cloud on the horizon. The Black Dragon let out one last loud challenging roar and snorted before turning back to the caravan.

Everyone stared…

…Harry growled.


The rest of the walk to the first oasis was uneventful.

After the failed ambush, nothing was willing to approach the adolescent black. He continued to growl softly as he walked beside the caravan, easily keeping pace with the Kodo as they lumbered across the plains. His rumbling didn't do much to put the others at ease, as the Orc's eyed him warily. The Tauren where steadfastly ignoring him, most unwilling to comment the way the orcs had put up a fuss. However the biggest change had been in the trolls. Now that he wasn't a pathetic little human, Lau' had no complaints as he loped along beside him, just outside of easy snapping range.

"You not da' Humon anymore." He'd explained. "Lau' kin live wi'd dat."

Upon reaching their destination the Orc leader had grudgingly ordered him to go ahead and clear out any of the centaurs present. The Orcs where further incensed when Harry gave a thundering growl before doing so. He did not like to be ordered around, not even by Jaina and had made the point clear by snapping at Thrall's mount's tail as he passed. Kodo where unloaded for the night and allowed to graze as patrols where set up on the perimeter and the travelers settled down. Harry separated himself from the bulk of the contingent and settled himself in the ground cover that grew around the oasis, his green eyes glowing from the falling darkness as he watched the others warily.

It was after the majority of the warriors had given into sleep that anyone approached him. Lau'Tiki slouched over and crouched on his heels nearby.

"So what be da' Dragon really?" He asked, scratching his long nose in a careless manner. "Lau' hear 'bout Dragons dat be turnin' dem'selves intah Humon's, or are you bein a humon dat turns intah a Dragon?"

The question seemed so strange to his ears, and for a moment he thought of what Searinox would have said had Lau'Tiki asked him that question. The ghost of fire and the smell of charred troll flitted across his senses and he laughed. It came out as a deep rumble and Lau' was nearly thrown over backwards by the huff of air that Harry expelled. A real dragon, would have killed him for that, and Harry had to admit that it took either guts, or pure cluenesses to ask that sort of question.

"I was… am Human." Harry admitted, "But I take the shape of a Dragon when I need."

Lau' rolled his eyes in an exaggerated manner. "Figures." He yelped though, when Harry let out a jet of flame that fell just short of the Troll's feet.

"That explains much." Both the Human-turned-Dragon and the Troll froze, looking around to see the leaders of the three sects watching them. Thrall was the one who had spoken, and Harry growled at his presence, he was uncomfortable, even though he had learned to distinguish between the Orcs that had slaughtered the residents of Privet Drive and the ones who marched with them.

They approached slowly when he didn't lash out, and Lau' backed off slightly to allow them Harry's attention. Voljin fearlessly slouched forward, the troll leader sticking his beak like nose at his snout and looking into his eyes. Studying him with a sharp gaze, one far more wary than his relaxed demeanor let on.

Harry decided he was starting to like the Trolls.

Carine was there too, Moros standing behind him and to the right as he always had. They smelled different when he was a dragon, everything did, and they brought to mind hamburgers… yum.

He had to turn away before his expression could betray his thoughts.

"Shape changing is not unusual to us." Carine ground out in the same deep, placid voice that most Tauren carried. They understood the virtue of patience. "Our druids, use the gifts of the EarthMother to take on the shape of her creatures. It is also said that the Prophet, at the base of Mount Hyjal has no single form, many who seek the Prophet tell of him favoring the shape of a great Raven." Although he couldn't have known the significance of his words at the time, both Thrall and Harry perked up in interest.

"What?"

"Really?"

When they spoke at the same time Thrall wheeled around and set the dragon with a hard look.

"Do you know already of whom I speak?" Carine wondered, looking from one to the other. The Trolls stood to the side, Lau'tiki shifting uneasily behind Voljin, well aware that he was the most expendable creature there, should a conflict break out.

"You too seek the Prophet?" Thrall asked, eyeing the Black cautiously. "What business do you have with him?" Harry snorted.

"He taught me this shape and bid us to bring the remnants of the people of Lorderon here to Kalimdor when their Prince betrayed them to the Scourge." Of all the answers Thrall had been expecting he hadn't quite anticipated that. Seeing he had his attention Harry decided to simply continue, realizing that the Orc had absolutely no idea what had taken place in the Human kingdom, having left long before the fighting had broken out in earnest. "A Plague swept through the kingdom, turning the people into Undead, their corpses walking mindlessly, destroying all in their path while their souls fled." He was using words Uther had used to describe them; nothing he could say would get the message across the way he wanted.

It wasn't like he liked them too much either.

The Group was silent.

"This is grave news indeed." Carine spoke with a seriousness that made everyone turn to stare. "You have given us much to think on." All words seemed to die at the clear dismissal. Respecting the Elder Tauren, Harry backed away, moving nimbly for a dragon as he wove between the trees and back out toward the plains. Lau'Tiki took one look at Voljin and the other troll grunted before he followed the Dragon into the darkness.

Caught in thought, the others joined their own tribes for the night, any talk left waiting until the morning.


A/N: Okay, I know I know, the bloody thing's short, but I've got people riding my ass to make me update and it ain't no fun. It probably changes tune half way through as well but there's not much I can do about that short of re-writing it and taking another couple of months before I'm assed enough to finish it off.

Lol, I never realized what a massive undertaking it was, getting ready for the various cosplay events throughout the year. I've got a shitload of costumes to make. Including a Fran from Final Fantasy 12. I refuse to buy the costume, so I'm making it from scratch and you know how bloody intricate her amour is? It has chainmail!

Anyway, it's got me crawling the walls in frustration so I'll be distracted by that and like a billion other things as well.

Anyway, Don't forget to review.

Cya