April 1990, school trip of the 3rd grade of Little Whinging primary school
The class was visiting a traditional smithy in the countryside of Surrey. The children were looking around with wide eyes, fascinated by the furnaces, hammers, and mountains of coal. At the front of the group were a few boys, led by a fat boy with blonde hair and blue eyes. Dudley Dursley was staring intently at the roaring flames of the furnace, suddenly he called to the back of the group "HEY FREAK! How about you jump in here and do us all a favour?!" The whole class laughed, fortunately for Dudley, the teacher didn't hear it.
The "freak" Dudley spoke to, was a small, scrawny boy with messy black hair and a pair of bright green eyes, hidden behind a pair of glasses. The boy sighed and decided it was not worth it. He looked at a few more exhibits before he made his way towards the rest of the group. But before he could do a few steps, a voice stopped him.
"Come here kid" spoke a deep voice. The boy turned around and saw an old man with a leather apron. He had long white hair and a long white beard. Kneeling before an anvil, a big hammer raised above his head, he stared at the boy with intense grey eyes. The boy recognised him as the retired owner of the smithy, Andre, so he asked in a respectful tone "Yes sir? Can I do something for you?"
"What's your name?" asked Andre. "My name is Harry Potter sir" answered Harry. Andre nodded and smashed his hammer down on the Anvil before he stood up. "Come with me" "ergh sir, I'm supposed to be with my class all the time, sorry" Andre shook his head at this and said "nobody spoke to you since you entered and nobody looked for you. They won't miss you. Now come" he laid his hand on Harry's shoulder and led him towards a chest.
"I saw how they treated you. What that fat boy said earlier was horrible. And I can see it in your eyes. You are destined for greatness. That's why I'll give you these" while he spoke, he rummaged through the chest and now held both his hands extended to Harry. In both hands was a simple, grey ring. The left ring had the picture of a Lion on it, the right one had a wolf.
"What are those rings sir?" Asked Harry. "They are something really precious. Promise me to always have them with you, and when you stand before a challenge, wear them. You hear me? That you must promise me Harry!" Andre spoke louder with every word, and he was loud enough to alarm the teacher of Harry, Mrs. Roth. She marched over to Harry and grabbed his arm hard. "There you are you little troublemaker! Stop harassing the workers here and come!" She saw the rings in Harry's hand and gasped. "AND NOW YOU'RE STEALING HERE?! GIVE THEM BACK RIGHT NOW!" She screeched and reached for the rings. But suddenly, the hand of Andre stopped her. He said angrily "Those rings are a gift from me to him lady! He will keep them! And if I ever hear that someone took them from him, the outcome won't be pretty!" Fearfully, Mrs. Roth stepped back. Andre looked at Harry, went down to his knees and grasped the hand with the rings, closing it gently. "Soon you will understand the true meaning of those rings Harry. And until then stay safe and don't get yourself killed. Neither of us wants to see you go Hollow." and with that he gently pushed Harry towards his class. Completely confused, Harry just nodded and waved at the old blacksmith. Four years later, he would learn how much this day would change his life. For the better.
Hello and welcome to my Harry Potter/Dark souls crossover. I plan to write 5-6 chapters for this. I hope you like it and see you in the next chapter. Bye :D