Chapter 1

This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Harry Potter world, owned by J. K. Rowling and Stargate Atlantis owned by Robert C. Cooper and Brad Wright. I do not own the characters I am only using them to create a story for entertainment and I am not making profits of this story.

Thanks to CelestialMoon17 for Betaing my story and making it better.

Harry ducked, narrowly avoiding a red flash and almost falling to the ground, but he regained his balance within a few seconds and sent a curse of his own at Voldemort.

Harry wondered how he had ended up here. It was only his fourth year at Hogwarts (but the year was almost over, so it was the end of four years) but still, he was fourteen years old and yet here he was, fighting for his life and it was all because of that stupid Triwizard cup. The moment he and Cedric had grabbed the cup they were transported into a graveyard and they immediately knew that something was wrong.

The moment they arrived, Harry could feel his scar start to burn and he immediately knew that Voldemort must be there. He turned to Cedric and grabbed him.

"We have to get out of here right now!" he hissed at Cedric trying to keep his voice down, hoping to avoid being detected.

"What? Why? We won the tournament right?" Cedric asked. He gave Harry a funny look.

"Well yes, but it was a trap, so now we have to go right now before we get caught."

Harry started pulling him back towards the Triwizard cup knowing now that it must be a port key. Within moments they were right near the cup. Cedric was struggling a bit, so Harry began frantically reaching out his hand towards it. Come on… almost there… but just before he touched the port key a spell hit him in the back paralyzing him.

Cedric only had time to yell out "Harry!" before there was a brilliant flash of light and Cedric was gone. He had taken hold of the portkey when Harry had failed to reach it.

Harry stared ahead at the spot where Cedric had disappeared. He tried to move, to get away, but not even his fingertips would move. His scar started to hurt even more and he just knew that Voldemort was there.

Suddenly Harry felt himself rising slowly into the air against his free will. He was being levitated to a statue of death, and once the scythe had moved down to hold him in place, the paralyzing spell was lifted. He instantly looked up to see what was going on.

Peter Petigrew was standing there looking like his nasty old self, and in his arms he held a small creature. The moment Harry looked at it, his scar started burning even worse than before, and he just knew that it had to be Voldemort that Petigrew was holding.

Petigrew held Voldemort over the cauldron letting him fall into the murky potion, causing some of the liquid to splash over the sides. Harry's mind was going into overdrive thinking of a way to get out of here. There had to be a way to stop them, He started struggling to free himself of the statue's iron hold. If only he could reach his wand… but it was in his pants pocket just out of reach.

Petigrew lifted his wand, levitating a bone into the potion.

"Bone from the father, unwillingly given" he said, as the bone splashed into the potion

Petigrew grinned at him giving Harry a bad feeling.

"F-flesh of a servant, w-willingly given" he said, taking out a knife and slashing his own hand off and letting it fall into the potion, as he screamed in agony.

Harry let out a terrified whimper, as he stopped struggling for the moment. After Petigrew had staunched the blood flow to his arm, he began walking towards Harry. Now Harry started struggling even more, desperately trying to get away. He strained to reach his wand. Come on dammit! Just a few more inches…Petigrew stopped before him and slashed his sleeve open, He grinned at Harry again and Harry was completely immobilized in terror.

"Blood of an enemy, unwillingly given"

Petigrew slashed his arm, making Harry gasp, not so much out of pain as surprise. The cut wasn't deep but it was enough to make him bleed. Petigrew quickly went over to the cauldron, and shook the droplets of blood from the knife blade into the potion, making it sizzle in a very ominous way. There was a flash of light, and then there was an outpouring of mist.

Slowly the mist dissolved, and out of the steam came a deformed looking Voldemort, slowly becoming bigger with each passing moment. A black cape started forming around him, and within a minute Lord Voldemort stood there, back in his full power and glory.

Voldemort took a deep breath, seeming to enjoy the feeling of his new body. He turned around and Harry gasped. He couldn't believe how Voldemort looked now. His skin was a sickly pale white, and his head was bald. Instead of a human nose there were two small slits where the nostrils would be on a normal person. His eyes were a blood red color, and they seemed to see right into his soul.

It was pure evil reincarnated.

Voldemort smirked at Harry's reaction, and raised his hand, holding it towards Petigrew

"I want my wand." He said in a commanding voice.

Petigrew yelped and scrambled to give it to him. Voldemort's hand closed around the wand, holding it and caressing it with a strange glint in his eyes. He aimed his wand at harry and the statue made a sudden movement letting Harry fall to the ground.

"Get up!"Voldemort said in loud voice "Get up and fight me!"

Harry scrambled to get to his feet, finally getting a hold of his wand. The two starred at each other and then Voldemort practically screamed

"LACERATE!"

There was a blinding flash of light, followed by unbearable pain, making him collapse to the ground.

Harry was startled out of his thoughts when a burning curse hit his left hip making him see black dots all over his vision.

After a moment to recover, he poked his head above the rock he was using as a shield and he yelled out

"REDUCTO!"

But Voldemort reflected it easily with his wand, almost like he was playing with him. Harry quickly crouched down behind his rock again, trying to think of what to do.

Harry was beginning to get desperate. Voldemort would just reflect anything he sent at him. He had exhausted almost every spell he knew, and he couldn't hold out forever. There was one thing Harry could do, but it was a last resort. But with the situation being this dire, he decided he had to risk it.

It was a spell to send a person to another time and place. Harry wasn't much for using it, and not just because of the consequences for himself. Harry was also considering how Voldemort would simply wreak havoc on the place he sent them. He would be simply be averting the evil to another place, not really destroying it. Harry kept dodging Voldemort's curses while he gathered his wits.

Voldemort was laughing maniacally.

"Come on boy, fight back! Or are you too weak?"

Harry could feel his anger rising to the surface. When Voldemort said the last bit, Harry snapped. He stood up from behind his rock and looked at Voldemort. His mind went blank as he yelled out the spell.

"VICIS QUOD TRACTUS TRANSFERO!"

Voldemort looked at him surprised, almost like he hadn't expected him to fight back. Just before the curse hit him he narrowed his eyes and shouted out

"QUESTUS TERGUM PRO QUIS EST NECESSE!"

There was a flash, and then Voldemort was gone, hopefully forever. A few seconds later, when the spell hit Harry he saw only a bright white light, and then he felt a blinding pain like his body was being pulled in all directions at the same time.

Then as quickly as it started, the pain suddenly stopped, leaving his body prickling. When Harry tried to move his arm, a sharp pain went up his arm making him cry out in pain. Harry lay there for a bit just breathing, trying to get the pain under control. He slowly started opening his eyes, trying to figure out what had happened.

Squinting into the harsh sunlight Harry knew instantly that something was very wrong. For one thing, it had been night when he was fighting, and unless he was much mistaken, he could not have been unconscious for more than a few hours at most, and yet it was at least midday now. Another strange thing was his location. Harry was in the middle of a luscious tropical forest instead of the cold graveyard he had been in, and to top off the strangeness of it all, this place had two suns!

Harry thought he must have finally gone crazy. There was no place on planet earth that had a view with two suns. It just was not possible. He didn't know for how long he lay there just staring up into the sky thinking of the impossibility of it all, but Harry eventually began to realize that everything was kind of blurry. He looked to the left, slowly turning his head but all he could see was blurry trees, and at this point he finally figured out that not only was he not wearing his glasses, he also couldn't find them.

Well isn't this just lovely. I'm stuck in this strange, messed up world with no way home and no way to see things properly. This day is off to a great start.

Harry tried carefully moving his hand around to search for his glasses; after a few moments of futile searching he became aware of the fact that this time his arm didn't hurt as much as it had earlier. Now it was only a dull throbbing pain. He slowly started to sit up, now beginning to feel the pain of all his other injuries.

When Harry had finally managed to successfully stand up (using the nearest tree for support), he concentrated on figuring out what kind of injuries he sustained, and how bad it was. He knew that his left hip was burned, and he had cuts and bruises all over, varying from small blue marks and shallow cuts, to already purple marks that would be green and yellow later. He could also feel a large gash on his back.

Harry also knew (from the pain at his temple) that he had suffered a minor concussion and that there was severe blood loss. He knew he was in a bad state right now, but with a little (or rather a lot) of magic that he'd eventually be okay.

Hang on a minute. Speaking of magic… where's my wand?

Harry started frantically searching for his wand ignoring his pain, but without his glasses he was practically blind and the small adrenaline kick he had been riding for the last little while was wearing off, leaving him slumped against a tree panting for breath once again.

Harry now had to face the facts. He was all alone in an unknown place without his glasses and wand. He only knew rudimentary wandless magic spells, and his injuries were very serious, border lining on becoming life-threatening if he did not get any help within the next few hours.

"Why is my life never easy?" He whispered to himself.

Harry sat there thinking of all the healing spells he knew. He had to be able to use at least one of them without magic. He tried using a couple of them, but nothing happened. Maybe trying to heal some of the bigger cuts was too advanced. He tried healing his cuts again, but this time He only concentrated on the smaller ones.

Harry concentrated really hard and used the basic healing spell that he had learned in his first year, and he watched the smaller cuts slowly disappear. I did it! Harry thought in triumph. He did it again, only now he used the spell for the bruises. Satisfied that he had healed all that he could for now, he slowly stood up, taking his time to avoiding getting dizzy. Harry figured that staying where he was would be no use, since nobody would come there to rescue him. He didn't have any idea of where he was, but he had a feeling he was in a fairly isolated spot. He needed to find a more open area, attract some attention.

Harry slowly began to walk in a pretty random direction hoping to meet somebody or something that could help him. It was slow going, but now he was mobile, instead of sitting completely vulnerable in the middle of nowhere. He was still pretty worried though.

Harry was still bleeding from a lot of his wounds and that was not only bad for him but it was also bad becuse of the animals or other worse things that could potentially attack him. He was like a target right now, so he had to move even though moving was making the world spin and tilt causing wave after wave of nausea. He determinedly put one foot ahead of the other, supporting himself on trees whenever possible.

Harry didn't know for how long he walked; his mind was completely focused on just moving and staying mobile, but suddenly he saw the ground coming towards him. At the last second, he was able to put his arms out to cushion his fall and he cried out when the impact jolted his injuries making him see black dots everywhere. He lay on the ground just trying to catch his breath. His life was going downhill fast and it was all Voldemorts fault!

I swear to Merlin when I find him, he is going to pay for this.

The world was slowly being dissolved into swirls of color. He had to get somewhere safe before he could allow himself to pass out, but as it was now, that plan was dangerously close to not being fulfilled.

Harry got up from the ground with some effort and continued to stumble forwards hoping to get to a safe place soon, though what was considered "safe" in a strange place like this he didn't know. Suddenly he had a feeling like as if he was being watched. He stopped walking and looked around trying to figure find out who (or what) was watching him. Harry really hoped that whatever was watching him wasn't hostile. His legs were really starting to shake now, and he didn't think they would be able to hold him up much longer, but he had to stay strong. If whatever was out there was hostile he had to be able to defend himself.

He heard the small sound of leaves being crushed underfoot. Harry snapped his head to the left and saw a tall, muscular man with tanned skin; His face had the rough, raw look of a fighter. His clothing was dirty and tattered in places, but the most notable detail was his right hand which held a gun that was pointed straight at Harry's chest.

Automatically, Harry held up his hands in a surrendering gesture trying not to lose his balance and topple over.

"Don't shoot!" Harry gasped out but the stranger didn't even move. He just glared at Harry and kept the gun fixed on the same spot.

"Um, would you happen to know where we are?" he spouted out, trying to keep the man from just suddenly shooting him.

The man's expression changed; it looked like he was mildly surprised at Harry's odd question. Harry's knees buckled a bit under him, but he managed to keep himself upright gasping for breath. The stranger didn't move an inch, but he had recovered from his look of surprise and resumed glaring at Harry.

"Sit down before you fall down" the stranger said in a gruff voice that sounded like it hadn't been used recently but even then there was a ring of authority in his voice.

Harry thought of just standing there, defying him, but his legs were now shaking badly and he didn't think he'd be able to stand much longer anyway. He almost collapsed trying to sit down, but he made it without hurting himself more, which was miraculous.

The stranger slowly walked towards Harry keeping his gun level at him. Harry could see his eyes studying him, cataloging all of his injuries. When the stranger stood directly above him, Harry saw the strange curiosity in his eyes, even through the blur of not having his glasses.

"How did you come here?"

Harry thought for a moment of how to reply. He couldn't very well say that it was because of magic, though what had actually happened to send him here he would probably never know.

"I … I'm not entirely sure"

"You're not sure?"

"No" he took a deep breath and winced as his chest protested at the movement "I just woke up here"

Harry could feel himself slipping, his blood loss was really catching up with him, and he couldn't seem to concentrate very well.

"Who… "Harry paused stopped for a moment, trying to keep his nausea under control "Who are you?"

The stranger didn't say anything for a long moment, and Harry didn't think he would answer.

Harry saw the world rapidly going dark, but before he completely lost consciousness, he heard the stranger speak.

"The names Ronan."