Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Warhammer Fantasy. And anyone is welcome to continue this story, it's just an idea that popped into my head at 1am.

"Thoughts"

$Parseltongue$

Hogwarts, 1994

Harry Potter felt the stares and heard the whispers of his peers as he walked through the corridor leading away from transfiguration. "It's like second year all over again." he thought, "But I don't have any friends this time." he Muttered. Harry wasn't surprised when Ron became too jealous to hear him out, and sure Hermione was outwardly supportive, but he could see the accusation in her eyes. He had found a large library and bedroom in the Chamber of Secrets while exploring a year earlier. To escape from the endless tirade of questions about how he got his name into the goblet, he slept there more and more.

Harry glanced at the decaying Basilisk as he entered the Chamber that night, it had become a welcome sight in the past few weeks, greeting him silently as he walked up to a delicately carved hydra on the Chamber's left wall. $Open, Door to Slytherin's Knowledge.$ he spoke in Parseltongue. And a small section of the wall slid open to reveal a large dusty library. He then opened a door off to the side that led into small hallway, walking into a large bedroom on the right Harry got into a large green trimmed bed and fell asleep.

Later that night, Harry woke up in a cold sweat. "Another one of those weird dreams" he thought. "Guess I'll explore." was muttered sleepily. He found a long row of bookshelves and decided to see what was at its end, ten minutes later a large podium with a large book chained to it came into view. "Why would someone go through so much trouble to restrain an inanimate object?" Harry thought as he reached out to the chains.

Meanwhile…

A pair of red fearful snake-like eyes suddenly opened as the Dark Lord Voldemort felt the wards he put up around a specific book almost fifty years ago breached. "No." he thought, Voldemort had found that book shortly after locating the Chamber. He immediately felt the aura of darkness that seemed to radiate from the item. He wrongly believed it to be a Horcrux of some ancient wizard, trying to contact the soul within had proved successful, he still remembered that day…

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I stumbled as I entered the Horcrux. Looking around I saw that I was in a grimy dungeon-like room, "Why are you here man-thing." a rat-like creature said aggressively. I noticed that its skin was covered in boils and oozing sores. "What are you?" I asked disgusted. "I am Plaguelord Skrolk! Greatest disciple of the Horned Rat!" it said, banging it's skull tipped staff on the dirty floor it's many glowing spiked balls swinging from rusty chains. "Who's the Horned Rat?" I asked, dumbfounded as the creature continued to rant and rave about "Filthy man-things". It's head suddenly snapped up, features twisting into a horrible snarl it said, "The Horned Rat created Skaven, the greatest race, THE TRUE RULERS OF THE WORLD!". It pointed to a window with a gnarled finger, "You see man-thing, the greatness of the skaven under-empire!". I turned around and immediately saw the ruins of a great city, the sky was dark and a putrid green mist seemed to eternally hover around the once great stone structures, glowing green stones scattered around a multitude of tunnels and caves, millions of rat-men scittering into and around them, some small and frail being whipped by larger ones, some marching through what was once streets in Romanesque armor, and lastly horribly deformed creatures stitched together with what looked like iron staples, and hands replaced with rusty blades or more glowing rocks. I was suddenly hit from behind with a bolt of light and an incredible pain started at the tips of my fingers and traveled up my left arm. I looked down and saw that my skin started to break out in puss dripping sores, soon the sores dried up and turned grey and leathery, then my skin and flesh started fllaking off my arm until nothing was left. "Your doom is coming man-things, you thought your wizards trapped me in the Liber Bubonicus forever! I will be free!". I was then violently shoved out of the book, back in the real world I looked down at my arm and was relieved to find that it was still there. I then proceeded to set up every single detection ward I knew around the book. And when I was done, for the first time in ten years I cried.

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