This is a Harry Potter/ A Court of Thorns and Roses crossover fic. When Harry dies and goes to Kings Cross station, instead of going back he chooses to go on and gets sent to Velaris. Some things will be cannon and stick to the story, others I will change at will depending how I want the story to go, please remember that this is fanfic so things will be different. Main differences, no baby for Feyre and Rhys, and Lucien is going to do something that isn't possible with his powers but in this fic it is. Not sure if anyone will want to actually read this crossover fic, but these are two of my favourite book series and I've been thinking about it for a while, so just figured, why not give it a whirl. I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 1

"I think… I think I'd like to go on" Harry said quietly, looking down at his lap instead of at Dumbledore. He was just so tired.

Dumbledore looked shocked for a moment and then his face softened before he nodded.

"Of course, Harry."

Dumbledore stood and walked with Harry towards the nearest waiting train, Harry stepped on, then looked back at Dumbledore, who hadn't entered the carriage.

"Are you coming with me?" Harry asked in confusion.

"My boy, this is a journey that you must make on your own. It has been an honour knowing you."

Dumbledore watched him, eyes twinkling, as the doors closed, and the train began to speed away. Harry sat on a seat and let the rocking of the train lull him to sleep.

Harry awoke to something hard poking him in the ribs, he tried to push it away, but it just came back harder. His first thought was that he must be in his cupboard and Petunia was poking him with a broom handle to wake him up.

"I'll start breakfast in a minute Aunt Petunia" he mumbled and was relieved when the poking stopped.

Harry rolled over and slowly sat up, blinking blearily as he rubbed his eyes. He reached out blindly for his glasses, hand skimming over soft carpet and not hitting the hard walls of his cupboard. He slowly opened his eyes fully, scuttling back in shock at the sight that greeted him.

A beautiful room, comfortable looking couches, artworks hanging on the wall and a fireplace roaring with life nearby and… a group of people. A strange group of people. Males, females, most tall, one particularly short, some with wings and some without, all looking at him with varying looks of suspicion and distrust. He knew those looks well.

He reached for his wand, his eyes not leaving the group in front of him, his heart racing when he couldn't find his wand on him.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" the short one asked.

"I'm Harry" he croaked, he swallowed thickly and tried to clear his throat. He had to think for a moment, what was he doing here? He remembered his battle with Voldemort, oh how he hoped his friends were OK. He remembered the train station and Dumbledore and choosing to move on, where had he moved on to? He didn't think he was dead, if he was, where were his parents?

"I'm not sure what I'm doing here" Harry said honestly. "Where is here?"

"You are in the River House, in the Night Court in Velaris" the short woman who seemed to be the spokeswoman said. None of those words were familiar to him at all.

"Doesn't ring a bell" Harry said with a small shrug.

"Do you mean to do us harm? Were you sent here to kill the High Lord?"

"What's a High Lord?" Harry asked in confusion, he was feeling a bit too tired to try to follow the conversation, let alone make heads nor tails of it.

"I am the High Lord" a tall man towards the front, half blocking a woman behind him. Harry waved awkwardly at him, then immediately regretted that decision, dropping his hand back to his side and blushing.

Harry watched as some kind of shadow creatures, left a tall, severe looking man standing towards the back and winged their way toward him. They curled through his hair, around his cheeks and neck and Harry giggled.

"Hello, little one" Harry said as he reached out a hand and gently touched the closest one. "Do you like my hair do you?" he laughed as one whispered in his ear "soft."

"Can you get any sticks or leaves out of it while you're up there?" Harry joked. "I've had a bit of a day."

A different shadow answered "clean."

"It's clean, is it? Well, that's good." Whatever force had brought him here must've cleaned him up a bit first.

The shadows winged their way back to their friends, still hanging around the severe looking man and Harry was surprised to see open shock on everyone's faces.

"Perhaps we should make our guest a little more comfortable" a woman with golden brown hair said and a tension that had been running through the group, eased a little. They all began to move and take seats on the comfortable looking lounges. Harry could feel the eyes of the severe looking man boring into him.

Harry warily got to his feet, stumbling as he tried to stand for the first time since he'd arrived. A firm hand gripped his arm and Harry looked up and up to find a red-haired man with some kind of magical eye helping him.

"Thank you" Harry said softly as he was helped into a large armchair that had him groaning as his aching muscles relaxed. The red head sat close to him, as though worried that he may need more help.

Harry sent him a fond look as his thoughts automatically travelled to another red head who befriended him when he'd entered a whole new world on another occasion.

A throat cleared, bringing his attention away from the red head and back to the group at large. He stifled a yawn that tried to escape as the High Lord started to speak.

"So, your name is Harry, and you don't know how you got here" the man said sceptically.

"Yes" Harry said surely. He wasn't fazed by the apparent scepticism, he was used to crazy things happening around him, used to not being believed.

A few of them shared a look.

"Why don't you explain what happened before you got here?"

Harry hesitated, what kinda place was this? Did they have magic or would admitting something like that get him into a lot of trouble.

"Well," he said thinking about his answer carefully, aware that his hesitation only made him look guilty. "I was fighting in a battle, I died and thought I'd past on but instead woke up here. Though I'm still not sure where here is."

"You died fighting in a battle?" another one of the winged males said incredulously and Harry frowned at him.

"And what exactly is so hard to believe about that?"

"You're so small for one. Are you even fully grown yet?"

"I'm 17 and of age in my society" Harry said stiffly.

"We all know that height is no indication of power" the short woman said with a pointed look.

The winged male opened his mouth to speak again but was interrupted.

"Are you fae?"

Harry's eyebrows scrunched up in confusion, he wasn't familiar with that word.

"What are fae?"

Everyone looked at him incredulously for so long that Harry started to fidget, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. He looked down and realised that his clothes had changed from the battle, and he was now wearing a loose blue cotton shirt and soft brown pants.

"We are Fae" the blonde woman said.

"So, it's another word for human?"

"No, not human…" she continued, pulling her hair back and showing long pointed ears.

"Ah" Harry said beginning to understand. "So, there's no humans here?"

"Again, no, there are humans here they just live in another part of our world. Fae are different. We live long lives, eternity if nothing kills us and many are born with particular abilities. My name is Mor, this is Rhys and his mate Feyre. Cassian and his mate Nesta. Azriel, Lucien, Elain and Amren."

The blonde – Mor pointed to each person as she introduced them. Harry's brain kicked into overdrive. Some of them had abilities, what kind of abilities? But Harry of course, decided to ask the more pressing question.

"What's a mate?"

Mor actually laughed. "I can't tell if you are actually clueless or just a really good liar. A mate is your destined partner. Someone who the fates have decided is yours just as you are theirs. You should not come between mates; it would not go well for you."

Harry nodded, taking the advice seriously. Another shadow creature tussled his hair and Harry reached out again, running his hand through the mist. It felt warm and oddly comforting. It whipped back to the stern male, what was his name again? Ariel?

"He is fae" the other grumbled in a rough voice.

"So, you lied to us?" The High Lord hissed.

"No!" Harry said, he was starting to feel a little intimidated and a little tired of all the questioning, it had been a very long day after all. "I only just learned what fae are, how could I possibly know that I am one." Harry reached up as he spoke and gently felt his ears, yep, pointed.

"That's a good point" the redhead sitting beside him – Lucien, he reminded himself, said. And Harry felt a surge of gratitude, unfortunately no one listened to Lucien.

Harry felt a presence enter his mind, a voice, he slammed his shields up as fast as he could. Throwing the other out in a fit of anger. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead at the intrusion.

Green eye's flared as they fixed on the High Lord of the Night Court. "Do not enter my mind without invitation, my thoughts are my own!"

A blue bolt shot towards him, and Harry conjured a shield without thought, a barrier appearing around him and deflecting the blue light. Well at least he knew his magic still worked.

Harry glared furiously at Ariel, who was busy raising his hand again.

"Azriel, enough" Rhys said sharply. Azriel Harry thought, before focusing back on the High Lord. His shield stayed around him, not wavering for an instance.

"You have powers?"

"I do." Harry said fiercely. "I had them before I came here, and it looks like I still have them. Look, if you don't want me here just say it, don't try to break into my mind, or attack me. I didn't ask to be brought here. I died" Harry said, and his voice cracked from the strain, his eyes wild. "I thought I was moving on, that I would finally get to see my parents, but instead I end up here." He waved his arms around. "Where I have to go through more crap."

"Let me take him" Azriel said. "I will get him to tell his secrets."

Harry took a step back, fear racing down his spine.

"Azriel, no. Harry, we will not harm you" Feyre tried to reassure him but how could Harry trust them, he didn't know them at all. He'd had enough, maybe on a better day he could handle the situation but today was not that day.

Take me somewhere safe, please take me somewhere safe, he thought desperately. Relief flooded through him as he felt a familiar squeezing pressure and he disappeared in a swirl of magic.

"Where has he gone!?" Feyre cried, looking around the room. "You scared him away" she chided the large male.

"He was clearly holding something back; I was just trying to get him to talk."

"It was the wrong way to go about things" she scolded and Azriel bowed his head in acknowledgement.

"He must be able to winnow using his power" Amren said thoughtfully. "We need to find him, if what he says is true, he has no idea about our ways, anything could happen to him out there."

"Do you really think he was telling the truth?" Rhys murmured.

"I have seen enough in my life to know that anything is possible" she said with a pointed look around the room at everyone gathered. Rhys could concede that she had a point.

"It will be dark soon," Elain worried.

With a whisper Azriel sent his shadows out searching, "they will find him much quicker than we could, they seem to… like him."

"I've never seen them like anyone but you. Maybe you have some competition for shadow master" Mor teased.

"He just reached out and patted them" Elain breathed. "Giggled when they played with his hair."

"It was unusual" Cassian said with a look at Azriel, who merely shrugged in response, "he was unusual" the other countered.

They settled back down in their seats as they waited.

"What are we going to do about him?" Cassian asked and it was Nesta who spoke up for the first time since the stranger had popped into existence in their living room.

"Help him" she said simply. "I'm not sure he'll survive without some help. There was something about his eyes, he's reached his limit and if what he says in true, he thought he was dying and was prepared to do just that."

Azriel looked troubled at that.

It took hours before Azriel's shadows finally returned. Well one returned. Everyone sat up a little straighter as it entered.

"He is at the townhouse. Apparently, he has just fallen asleep in one of the bedrooms, he was… upset. The others have stayed with him to ensure that he is safe over night and will notify me if anything changes" Azriel explained.

Rhys nodded. "Let's leave him for tonight. We know where he is, and he is being watched so he can't do much harm. We will talk to him again tomorrow, perhaps without the attempt at mind manipulation and threats of violence."

They all started to disperse to their rooms, while not very far away Harry Potter curled up tighter in his sleep. Dry tear tracks marked his face and shadows offered comfort, while dreams of blinding green light flittered across his vision.