Disclaimer: I do not own warcraft nor do I own Harry Potter. Blizzard owns warcraft and J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter.

Special thanks to Jesse who helped come up with the story line.

At number 4 Privet Drive Harry potter was once again locked in his cupboard instead of the old bedroom. His Uncle Vernon had ignored the warnings the wizards had givin him.

Today was an odd day for it was his birthday of all days. Today was the day when he would turn eighteen years old. It was the standard age for manhood in the old world nowadays.

Harry sighed and turned on his bed and wondered what the next day would bring.

Two weeks before September 1st

"BOY!" Bellowed Uncle Vernon.

"Yes…Uncle Vernon?" Harry tentatiavely asked.

"Come down here NOW!" he bellowed again

"As you wish Uncle Vernon" Harry replied

"Boy here is yo…."

Vision

A man in black armour walked up a long icy winding stairs.

"You've become as vile as the orcs!"

"You are not my king yet boy!"

" forget this bussness lead your men home!"

" I wouldn't listen to your commands even if you were."

"Have you lost your mind Arthas?"

"Then I must consider this an act of treason."

"You lied to your men and betrayed to the mercenaries who fought for you. What's happing to you Arthas?"

"Your young prince will find only death in the cold north."

The voices of the past echoed in Harry's head as the knight in black armour known as Arthas walked towards a pillar of ice containing demonic looking armour.

"Return the blade, complete the circle, release me from this prison!"

With a roar and a charge the black knight swung the sword in an arc impaling it into the ice. The ice begins to fissure and crack along with the domed ceiling. An unearthly roar is heard from the ice containing the armour. The chamber flashes with power and the helmet of the armour lands at Arthas's feet. He slowly picks up the helmet and puts it on. His face begins to tremble as if on fire.

Suddenly he opens his mouth and speaks in an unearthly voice, "NOW WE ARE ONE!"

With that he opens his eyes and the rest of the crumbling dome falls apart to reveal a glacier, along with Arthas's eyes of pure ice green. A skeletal owl flies onto his shoulder with the remains of white feathers.

End Vision

"And I expect every inch scrubbed while we are away! Is that clear freak?" his Uncle Vernon asked.

Out of habit Harry answered, "Yes Uncle Vernon."

"No funny business while we are away. You got that boy?" His uncle snarled.

"Yes sir" he said blankly.

With that the Dursley's left.

Two days later

Harry woke up to the sounds of screams and flames piercing through the night. Quickly he grabbed his wand, his trunk full of his school supplies, and his pet owl hedwig. Harry ran down the stair way as fast as he could. As he opened the door his eyes blurred and the past over took him.

Vision

A complex symbol stood in the sand. Suddenly a voice low, deep, and demonic said (demon speak) (let this first scar symbolize the first blow against the mortal realm). The demon spoke as he drew a thin line connect many symbols together, which resembled the stars.

The hand drew up to brush up and stroke a bluish demon face.

(From this seal shall arise the doom of man, who from their arrogance sought to wield our fire as their own)