AU; Karl Heisenberg is barely in his thirties when Mother Miranda gifts him a powerful little boy to be his son. Luckily for him, Harry Potter is a decent enough kid.

FANDOMS: Harry Potter/Resident Evil 8

PAIRINGS: Later Heisenberg/OC? Maybe?

PROLOGUE: A Summons

It began with a summons.

The actual summons came from deep inside Karl, the cadou that had been planted inside him, churning and twisting until he finally gave in. Gears, metal scraps, and rods were thrown hazardly aside, a side effect of his pain-filled anger.

"Stupid fucking bitch," Karl snarled under his breath, taking a much-needed gulp of air. He tugged on his coat and, with a wistful glance towards his workstation, headed out, following the tug in his stomach.

Turns out, the meeting was at Donna's place, a fellow lord under the strict control of Mother Miranda. Gave Karl the creeps every time he ended up there.

It's the dolls, he thought warily. His "sister's" house was filled to the brim with different creepy and old-looking dolls in different outfits and hairstyles. The others were already waiting, surrounded by the be-feathered bitch herself.

"Heisenberg, you are late." The eldest of the quartet hissed. Alcina was enormously tall and regal, with noble blood dating back to who knows when. She, Karl thought it important to note, was a massive bitch.

"Fuck you." Karl snipped, flipping her off. He flopped down on an ancient, crusty couch and scowled at his "family".

Alcina was the oldest and the favorite of the four, with Karl coming in as a close second. Donna was younger than Alcina but older than Karl and wore all black including a black veil that hid her deformities. Atop her lap was a super creepy (in his expert opinion) doll wearing an ancient wedding gown. The doll, Angie, tilted her head with wide eyes and smiled wildly at Karl.

He shuddered.

The youngest was Moreau. If Karl wasn't always annoyed by the kid, he'd almost feel bad. Unlike the others cadous, his had taken a turn for the worst. He was a hunched-over, bulbous-looking creature (more than man, that was for sure) and had disgusting sores and fleshy bits nearly falling off him. One eye, larger than the other, peeked at Karl before looking over nervously. His devotion to Miranda was just as sickening as Alcina's.

"Finally," Miranda said softly, in a too-dangerous tone. A younger Karl would have shook terribly at that tone but now, well he was too tired to even be bothered. "We can begin."

"We're all quite eager to hear what you have to say, dear Mother Miranda," Alcina said in an almost eager voice. Karl wanted to spit but he kept his mouth shut, eyeing the powerful woman with curiosity. It wasn't often she called a random meeting. She liked things to be in order.

"As you know," Mother Miranda began in her solemn, superior voice, "I left many days ago. I felt a power, unlike I've ever felt, and tracked it down. I thought it may help me bring Eva back but...it was not to be." Her tone turned bitter, her eyes drifting away.

Karl felt a pool of dread in his stomach. Something wasn't right about the way she was talking.

Mother Miranda lurched to the left, eyes looking for a spot in the darkness. "Come, child."

And from the blackened hallway, carefully side-stepping antique dolls and heavy boxes, was a little boy. He was small (too small) with a mane of wild black hair and electrified green eyes set behind round glasses. Not sunglasses like Karl's own black lenses but glasses made for this with bad eyesight. He wore modern-ish clothes, well worn and far too big for a boy that skinny.

Karl knew abuse when he saw it, and this little boy had been abused.

"A boy-" Alcina stopped herself, pursing her lips in disgust. Even with the tiny thing's age, she couldn't stop her hatred for men. Dread turned to piss-off anger in a second.

Before Karl could send her a biting remark, maybe even an insult of her own young daughters, Mother Miranda stood and fanned out her crow-like wings dangerously. Her eyes were cold.

"He is powerful." Her voice, so powerful even when so quiet, seemed to shake the room indefintely. "Perhaps a lord of his own in the future. Until then -"

"I can take the boy!" Moreau said eagerly, scooting forward. Mother Miranda set a scathing look when green, disgusting goop by his feet seemed to reach for her.

"I think not," Mother Miranda said tartly.

Donna was quaking, fearful of being chosen. That stupid doll, Angie, was keeping her mouth shut.

Mother Miranda's eyes stilled on Alcina. The broad woman tilted her chin upwards, wearing a weary yet willing expression on her face. She opened her mouth to speak.

"I'll take 'im." Karl's voice was low but well heard and Miranda's cool eyes darted to him.

"You?" Alcina demanded. "What have you of a child?"

"Could use help around the factory," Karl lied easily. His eyes found the boy. He looked terrified, wrapping too skinny arms around himself. Karl's hard heart jolted at the sight, a memory of another terrified boy appearing in his mind. "'Sides, sounding like Miranda wants 'im alive, not drained for your shitty wines."

Alcina shot up instantly, lip curling into a dark snarl. "I would not put a child in my wines," She hissed. "Let alone a man-thing child."

Karl shot his eyes to Mother Miranda who was regarding both of them carefully.

"A boy, Alcina," Miranda said tartly, "Not a man-thing. A brother to you," Her eyes, dark and cold and empty, stopped at Karl and her lips curled into a biting smile. "-a nephew."

Karl bowed his head respectfully, hiding the disdain on his face carefully as Mother Miranda continued her spiel.

"I expect updates on the boy's progress with his abilities, mental and physical state -" She paused with a frown, "And his happiness." That comment seemed to jolt all four lords. "Keep the boy happy, Heisenberg. Or else."

She disappeared in a blink of an eye, leaving flickering lights and the sound of flapping wings. Karl lifted his head from the bow and held back an annoyed sigh. If he wanted to cuss out the psycho bitch, he'd have to wait till Alcina and Moreau were out of reach.

Alcina was staring at the boy and the boy in turn was looking at his worn out clothes. Observing him, Karl noticed he looked even skinnier than what Karl had originally thought.

"Well," Karl clapped his hands onto his thighs. "This has been awful, per usual. Hopefully we won't have to see you assholes for another month. Come on, boy."

The boy snapped his eyes upwards and obediently scurried towards Karl's side when Karl stood.

"Heisenberg," Alcina said with grinding teeth. "You fool. You have no idea how to raise a child."

"What?" Karl said, swinging his hammer over his shoulder. "You're gonna give me advice?" The chortle was loud and offensive from Karl and he watched her eyes flash with anger.

"Well, I was going to!" Alcina hissed. She stood, towering over him at about nine feet tall and gave him a little sniff. "Now, I will not, you stupid man-thing."

Karl made an inappropriate gesture towards her in reply and grinned wildly when she made a loud shriek and stormed towards the door. He noticed the boy was smart enough to dart out of her path, closer to himself.

"Alright," Karl said with a clap of his hands, "Anyone else feel a need to give me child-rearing advice." He said it dripping with sarcasm and only groaned a little when Angie stood on her mistress' lap.

"Boy needs to eat, HAHA!" Angie cackled, floating from Donna's lap until she was eye level with the boy. "Skinny, skinny, SKINNY!"

The boy flinched, reaching out to grip Karl's trenchcoat firmly. In a flash of anger, Karl batted the stupid doll away and glared at the veiled woman.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'll feed 'em. Keep that freaky doll away from him, Donna." The veil moved, like Donna was tilting her head in an affirmative.

Karl glanced at Moreau, who was easing out of the chair, slime moving along with him, and shoved the boy towards the door before stupid Moreau could say anything. He heard a faint goodbye from the woman of the house but he replied with nothing when they breached the front door and the icy Romanian winds hit them.

The boy squeaked in surprise when the winds hit them, wrapping skinny arms around them.

"Cold?" Karl asked gruffly.

"Y-Yes, sir." The boy said with a shudder. "I-It's not like Surrey, sir."

What the hell is a Surrey, Karl wondered. He shook off his curiosities and shrugged his trenchcoat off and onto the boy. With another quick movement, the all-too light boy was in his arms, bundled in the old fabric like a newborn babe. His much smaller hands gripped onto Karl hesitantly.

"It's alright, boy," Karl said gruffly. "Bit of a walk, though."

"Won't you get cold, sir?" The boy asked. He curled a little tighter into Karl, however, breathe evening out.

"Nah, cold hasn't bothered me in a while." Karl shrugged.

A few undead looking creatures unpeeled themselves from the graves as they passed through. One creature wandered to close to Karl's side and with a wave of his hand, his hammer rose and began slamming into the creature's head into it was a splatter of rotted blood and black mold.

"Gross," The boy muttered. "What are they?"

"Experiments." Karl replied. "Stay away from them. I don't want you leaving the factory until you can defend yourself." He added. Although, Karl mused, perhaps the lycans would follow the boy like they followed him. He was to be Karl's son, after all.

Karl paused at the alter, scowling at a few lingering villagers. They scattered quickly.

"Lord Heisenberg, always a pleasure." Duke said cheerfully from his place beside the alter. "Why hello there?" He waved at the boy whose eyes widened. "You look in need of new glasses, boy, and perhaps clothes."

His glasses were being held together by sticky tape and his clothes were made for a much larger boy... Karl almost felt bad for nearly walking past Duke.

"What'da'ya got, Duke?" Karl asked gruffly. The boy squirmed to look as Duke laid out a few different sets of clothes and a pair of brand new round glasses.

"Wait, but, I don't have any money." The boy said in confusion. Holding him up with one arm, Karl ignored the boy's confused cry, and pulled out a bag of lei.

"Should cover it." Karl said.

"It should indeed." Duke said with a broad smile. "And perhaps I'll throw in a new pair of boots, yes? On the house."

The boots were shiny with brown leather and porcelain white shoelaces. The boy's eyes widened and his mouth gaped at the generous gift.

"Thank you, sir, thank you!" The boy said eagerly, gripping onto Karl with an excited tightness.

"Of course, young man." Duke said with a confident smile. "I am the Duke, merchant of all things with a five star customer service plan, obviously. What is your name?"

"Harry, sir." The boy (his name was Harry, how hadn't he asked the boy his name yet?) smiled widely and seemed to beam more when Karl replaced the broken glasses with new ones. "I can see!"

"Does he have a last name?" Duke asked with a secretive smile.

Karl observed the large man carefully before speaking. "Harry Heisenberg, I s'pose."

A/N: Hello! It's been a looong time since I last posted, I know, and I'm starting a brand new story too! I'll be looking into my other Harry Potter stories and I'll decide whether or not to continue them but until them, please enjoy this new gem! :D

Also, I'll be starting a vote to decide the romantic interest for Karl Heisenberg and Harry's mother figure.

1. Female Ethan Winters

2. Donna Beneviento

3. Villager OC

4. Harry Potter OC

5. BSAA OC