Title: Worth the Wait
Authors: Serpent in the Shadows & AbeoUmbra
Rating: M/R
Pairing: Riddick/Harry/? (Threesome)
Warnings: Slash, blood, Were/Vamp Hybrid Harry, Vamp!Kyra
Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter, Chronicles of Riddick or Chronicles of Riddick: Escape from Butcher Bay
Summary: Centuries old Harry Potter is has made some sort of life for himself in the Pit of Crematoria with his makeshift Pack. That is, until a man named Riddick looks him in the eyes.

AN: Well, it seems we did a good job in throwing the horcrux twist in there! Loved seeing your reaction in the reviews. Please keep reviewing and don't forget to read the note at the bottom of the chapter!

Chapter 21

"A what?"

"A Horcrux...only its not. It's royally fucked up if I'm reading this right and it would explain so many things."

Riddick's brow was furrowed as he watched Harry pace back and forth in front of the bookshelf, absentmindedly stepping over the fallen book as he did so. The werewolf was seemingly lost in his own thoughts, even if he was talking out loud - for their benefit or his, Riddick wasn't sure.

"That's why it felt familiar, why my magic responded to it. But it's not the same...terribly flawed."

Glancing away from the agitated man, he shared a look with Kyra, one that let them both know that what ever Harry had stumbled upon wasn't going to be good, even if it didn't make any sense to either one of them.

"It doesn't look to be in pieces, but it's not attached either. Almost as if it has a life of its own and is just possessing his body..."

Riddick opened his mouth to ask 'just what the hell are you talking about' when his mate suddenly spun around and picked up the fallen book. He began flipping through pages like a madman, and the Furyan had to wonder how the aged paper hadn't torn yet.

"It would make sense wouldn't?" Harry asked to no one in particular. "Religion, leaders, 'divine gifts', they all use something that no one else has or understands to get their point across - to make people believe that they too could achieve such things. It's a basis of history. But like others, the power got to him and it became more - conquering instead of leading..."

"Harry."

Riddick would have laughed at the vampire for jumping and then looking at him like a stunned animal if he didn't think the situation was so dire. He had never seen the hybrid so skittish or so...human-like, and that made his own self nervous. "Mind explaining?"

"Oh, right..." Harry paused for a moment, chewing on his bottom lip. "Back a few years before I was born, there was a Dark Lord who called himself Voldemort. This person split his soul many times in order to become immortal. He would take these pieces and bind them to objects and then hide those away. If he was killed, then only his body was destroyed and those pieces kept his spirit earth bound and relatively alive until he could get himself a new body." Harry paused a bit, looked down at the book in his hands. "To a lesser degree, this is what the Lord Marshal did." Harry waved an arm through the air, agitated, causing Riddick and Kyra to step back as he began to pace.

"The idiot must have completed the ritual - the question is; where did he get the magic to do so?" He paused in his pacing, turning around abruptly to pierce the Furyan with his green eyes. Harry stared at him with narrowed eyes, trying to figure out the puzzle when suddenly his eyes widened.

"Thirty years ago he slaughtered an entire race save for two that we know of. That race had some vague magical powers themselves...in the form of some glowing blue hand print..."

Riddick's jaw tightened as he met Harry's eyes, understanding what his mate was trying to say. They both ignored Kyra's confused expression, just continued to stare at each other.

"So, your saying that they are dead because he needed to split his soul."

"It makes sense," Harry's eyes had softened as well as his voice, as if he didn't want to be the one to bring this news. "I have never met another race that has had any magical potential even if it's small and specialized as it is. He would need to get it from somewhere and gathering it fromthat many would easily give him enough...not to mention that it was foretold that a male from that line would be his downfall." Harry's eyes darted away as Riddick's fists clenched. "What better way to prove it wrong than with taking and using the same people to make him immortal?"

Kyra kept opening and closing her mouth, wanting to question just what the hell they were going on about and how Harry thought that Riddick had magic, but she couldn't seem to get anything to come out as they continued to stand in front of each other as Harry kept talking.

"But its seems that since he was using an outside magical source and the fact that he was a muggle - someone without magic - that it became flawed... oh he pretty much succeeded in his purpose, but not in the way it was meant to be.

"The worse part is, I don't know how to fix this."

"You said that last time, you faced a man who did this and yet still killed him. How come you can't do that now?" Kyra asked as she bent down to pick up one of the cubs that had been head butting her leg, seeking her attention.

Harry shook his head, "It's not the same. Tom split his soul and placed them into objects. All I had to do in that case was hunt them down, destroy them, then kill him. This time though, there isn't any objects involved and his soul seems to be still attached to his body, but still able to be separate when needed. That's why he knows things. It's flawed but it still makes him nearly impossible to kill."

"So what are we going to do?"

Harry looked at Riddick as he snapped the book shut and tucked it under his arm. "Nothing at the moment, I still need to think on this." Looking around, he spied the other cub sitting just a few feet away and went to pick him up, cradling the young hellhound in his arms. "Hold on to me, we're going back to our ship."

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Kyra found sitting in a small ship for over two hours as Harry read through a book quite boring. She had to stifle several yawns during that time and feverishly wished that something would happen soon - hell, even the cubs had gone to sleep as soon as they had arrived back here, leaving her with nothing to do but sit and stare. Riddick wasn't very entertaining either as the Furyan seemed to be deep within his own thoughts. She wasn't sure what he was thinking about, but she knew that she didn't want to open that can of worms with him. Sometimes, it was better just to let the man think to himself and if he wanted an opinion or someone else to know, he would talk when he wanted to.

A sigh brought her gaze back to her sire - something that she still wasn't sure sat well with her - to see his head bowed and his fingers rubbing his temples. The book now lay closed in his lap, and Kyra was almost afraid to ask what he had come up with. Riddick though, didn't care.

"Figure out anything?"

The motion of his fingers never stopped as Harry looked up at his mate. "No. If this was the same as what Riddle did in my time then I could say maybe. But even then, it would be hard because instead of a few places on one piece of land to look, we'd have a whole universe and beyond to search."

Kyra grimaced at the possibility of looking from now til the end of time for soul-ridden objects.

"But you said it was different."

"Yes, and so different that I haven't a clue as to how to undo it. There are notes in the book that show steps he's taken to change what Grindelwald did in order to accomplish his goal, but even in the end, the Lord Marshal has no idea what happened to himself to make his soul like that."

"So, its all the book's fault we're doomed." Kyra stated with a groan.

There was a lingering silence that suddenly filled the air and Kyra tensed without meaning to when she caught the hard stare that Harry was giving her. It unnerved her to see those green eyes looking at her with such intensity.

"You, my childe, are brilliant."

"Huh?" she couldn't help but ask. Harry was suddenly wearing a smile that made her think that she should have kept her mouth shut.

"The book - that's where it all begins. When I was thirteen, my friend had a device that would let her go back in time. Mind you it was only minutes, hours, possibly days but it was still possible. Wizards couldn't go back much further than that but if one was a Master vampire..." here Harry trailed off, his eyes unfocused as he thought about what he was saying. "If I used the book as a focal point - as a reference to the point in time we needed, we could stop all of this before it ever started - including Voldemort because I'm pretty sure this is where he got is information also." There were risks, Harry knew that, but he also was pretty sure that Riddick and the cubs would follow him...Kyra, well he wasn't too sure about her, but she needed him as much as he needed her.

"Let's do it," Riddick stated softly. It wasn't like he had much of anything here to keep him anyways. Besides, if that meant he could stop all of this, he would pretty much do anything - including what seemed impossible.

"Wait! We're doing what?" She had to ask, just the idea of what she thought her sire was saying made her want to laugh her ass off.

"Going back in time." Damn Furyan had a smirk on his face.

"How?"

"Magic."

Really, she was going to kill Riddick one of these days. Scowling at the man's amused expression, she turned away and watched Harry start pacing again. "And what happens if this goes wrong?"

Harry stopped, looking at her with a frown. "A few things. One; we might not make it to the right time. Two; I could run out of magic. And three...this is a one way trip no matter what."

"What? No coming back?" Kyra felt a moment of almost overwhelming panic. At the moment she was safe and Harry - who seemed to be the most powerful being around - was her sire. Would their be more powerful people or vampires if they went? Ones that could control her? Could they hurt Riddick? Could they hurt Harry?

Her instincts screamed and she felt her heart give a frantic lurch.

"Yes, we go back, stop this from happening and then get the hell of the planet as soon as we can." He looked at her, his eyes narrowed and Kyra had a feeling that he was doing more than just gazing at her face. "There is nothing here. No reason to stay and we have no way to counter what the Lord Marshal has done. On Earth we will be safe and you won't be alone. I swear."

Reassurance lasted only for a moment though before her fear got the better of her again.

"You want us," her hand waved, taking in Riddick, herself and the cubs, "to just up and leave? We won't even know if this works! We'll be dead before this time comes back around again - if we even recognize it as 'this time'. What if we screw it up or make it worse? What if...what if you...both...don't survive?"

That was her main fear - to be left alone in an unknown place and time. To be alone again.

"Kyra, think for a moment. I have lived all this time for a reason. I can not be killed and when I say that, I'm not boasting. No one can do anything to me physically to make me die. I know...I've tried it." Harry ignored the sharp looked he got from his mate. "And with you and Riddick being tied to me, its almost impossible for either of you to be killed either. Diseases aren't a problem and neither is aging. I'm not saying that you can't be hurt or even feel like you are dying, but the end act - as long as I'm alive - will be nearly impossible."

"Well, what about this Dark Lord that was around when you were a kid or this Grindelwald? What danger do they pose?" She asked, and could tell that Riddick wanted the answer to that as well.

"Trust me, on Earth, we're some of the most dangerous things there. Besides, we only have one goal - get the book, destroy it then hide out until we can leave."

"So, we going to do this?" Riddick asked, not having any particular reason not to go.

Kyra swallowed, gathering her courage. "Yeah."

Nodding his head, Harry stood up, growled out a command to wake the two sleeping cubs up. Quickly, they scrambled down from the bench and went over to their new Pack Mother, who picked them up, cradling them safely in her arms. Riddick stood, and they formed a circle around the book that Harry had stretched out in front of him. Telling them to place their hands on it, he looked at each of them before he exhaled, "Brace yourselves."

There were no words spoken, but the air around them suddenly became dense to the point of being almost suffocating. It caressed her skin, leaving it feeling like she had been out in the sun too long. Though the burning sensation was mild, it still weighed heavily on her as she began to feel like she was being squeezed from all sides.

She couldn't help but close her eyes against the pressure, and even though her vision was closed off, she found herself 'seeing' vague images of places and people she had never seen before. They seemed to be flying backwards - as if rewinding - and somewhere in the back of her mind she registered that this was coming from Harry. Whether it was done purposely or not, she didn't know and at the moment she could do nothing more than watch.

The images flew from planet to planet, seeing images of both peace and war, then they focused on a one that was littered with both endless white floating over seas of blue and large land masses. From desert sands, to mountains, to churning seas, she watched as they flew from one to another before settling on a piece of land with rolling hills and a huge stone structure.

Flashing before her was a battle unlike any she had ever seen, before it too changed to a pair of glowing red eyes... Then the images halted and the book began to glow within her mind's eye. The light began to pulseand the pressure of the magic lifted slightly. She heard a grunt and a sharp intake of breath that made her force her eyes open. Before her, Harry was pale, shaking and eyes black as night faded into green just before they rolled back into his head. At the same time, the magic lifted and disappeared so quickly that she couldn't help but staggerand wince.

A deep shout of 'Harry!' had her attention suddenly back on her sire to see Riddick now holding the crumbled form of the shorter male in his arms.Kyra knew then that her fears had been justified.

AN: And this concludes Part One of this story. As you can see, Harry's pack has now traveled back into the past in order for them to accomplish their goal, but if you think its going to be that easy...well, think again. If you have any questions, feel free to ask them in a review. I'll try to answer you the best I can without giving away any of the plot.