Harry stared at the sign in front of him. Silent Hill? Where the bloody hell was Silent Hill?

He looked around, looking for something else where he might be able to get information. He saw a building across the road he was standing on with a parking lot containing a single car beside it. He shrugged to himself and made his way towards it.

As he approached he was disappointed to find it was only a public restroom. It was doubtful he'd get any answers there. However, he did need to go to the bathroom. He'd been ignoring it because of the situation he was in, but he might as well. So he headed into the men's side.

The lights were off so he flipped the switch, however nothing happened. He sighed before bringing up his wand (which he'd thankfully found he had kept hold of during whatever brought him here) and intoning "Lumos".

He was utterly unprepared for the pain that sent him to the ground, spasming madly. His screams echoed in the dark restroom as he shook on the ground. It only lasted a second or two, but that was enough to leave him utterly helpless for a couple of minutes, recovering on the ground.

"What the fuck was that!?" He panted to himself. Had something happened when he came here? Perhaps an aftereffect of whatever the hell happened with the portkey? There was no way to know, and that meant that he'd have to keep from trying to use magic.

He got up shakily and slowly made his way to the urinals to do what he'd come to do in the first place, squinting in the dark and feeling his way there. It was honestly a miracle that he hadn't emptied his bladder during what had just happened. He didn't fancy running around with soiled trousers wherever he was though.

When he was done he made his way back out to figure out where he could go from there. He couldn't go through the boarded up tunnel into Silent Hill. He glanced around and saw a trail nearby leading into the woods. Well, hopefully it led to a way into town, where he could find a phone and call somebody. He still knew the Grangers' number, though he'd never had a chance to use it. He could see if they could get in contact with Hermione and get her to send somebody to get him. He nodded to himself and headed in that direction. He noted an odd smell from the car as he passed it, but shrugged it off and continued on his way.

The path he walked ran alongside the shore of a lake, the other side lined with trees. Not that he could see much due to the fog. He found it odd, however, how quiet it was. He figured the fog was muffling the sound somehow, but even so, there was almost no noise. He figured there should be at least the sound of insects wandering the woods, but there was nothing. He tried to shake off how eerie it was, but he couldn't help but be apprehensive.

This wariness wasn't helped when he reached the end of the path and found himself near a cemetery. Ever since the events of the Third Task, he'd developed a prominent dislike of such places. Not that he thought anybody could blame him.

He wandered silently among the tombstones, noting that the place didn't look very well cared for. The fog made things far creepier than usual too. It wasn't a large cemetery though and before long he'd made his way to the gates leading out to town and pushed them open.

His brows furrowed in consternation as he looked around at the buildings around him. There was no sound here either. All he could here was his own breathing. The town appeared to be completely abandoned. His heart sank. There was no way there was still a working phone in an abandoned town.

Though, why was the town abandoned? He looked around, and didn't find anything that would indicate a reason. Had something happened? He looked apprehensively at the fog surrounding him. Did this fog have something to do with it? He shivered and began to walk in a random direction, trying to think of what to do.

He was passing what appeared to be the old looking parked car of a town sheriff when he paused and looked at it, getting an idea. He could head to the police station. There might be a radio he could use to call out of the town for help. He smiled at finally having a plan, no matter how tentative, when it promptly dropped. He didn't have the slightest clue where the police station could be.

He approached the parked car. There might be a map of the town or something in it. He tried opening it, but it was locked and wouldn't open. He looked around for something to smash the window open with when he heard a banging sound in a nearby alley, startling him. It was the first sound he'd heard since he arrived.

Hesitantly he made his way into the alley. "Hello? Anybody there?" He asked tentatively. He spotted something moving at the end of the alley. He was nervous, but it was the first sign of life he'd found since he got to Silent Hill, so he needed to investigate. So he slowly and carefully made his way forward before stopping in horror.

In front of him was a humanoid figure, twitching and writhing as it stood on long, thin legs. At first he thought it had no arms, before realizing that if it did they were trapped against its body. Its torso was wrapped in some sort of skin, keeping everything obscured, like a straightjacket of flesh. Its face was smooth except for a wide, gaping mouth, like somebody screaming in torment. Its entire body was colored like an ugly, exposed muscle, with dark veins running all along it and covered in scabs and sores.

Harry stepped back, eyes wide with shock as the figure moved towards him, a low, tortured moan escaping it. "S-stay away!" He cried. The creature ignored him, continuing its stumbling gait towards him. It reared back before throwing its head forward, a dark, foul smelling liquid leaving its mouth, aimed at Harry. It was only thanks to his reflexes and the training he'd done over the summer that he managed to dodge. It was a good thing he did, because as far as he could tell the dark liquid was eating into the ground with a sizzling sound.

He spotted a metal pipe lying against some rubbish and quickly snatched it up. As the thing reared back again he swung the pipe with a cry, bashing it against the horrible monster's head. It overbalanced and fell to the ground, and Harry quickly proceeded to run like hell, pipe still clutched in his hand.

He ran for what seemed like ages but was most likely only a minute before stopping, breathing heavily and heart pounding while his hands shook at what had just happened. He'd never seen or heard of something like what he'd just seen in all his classes at Hogwarts. Was this why the town was abandoned? Because it was full of things like that?

He took a deep breath to calm himself down before looking around, trying to work out where he was. He was standing next to a dark and empty diner, which reminded him that he hadn't eaten anything since that morning. Not that he was very hungry at the moment, but it got him thinking that there surely wouldn't be much in the way of food in an abandoned, monster infested town. He needed to get out before he starved.

He'd just decided to go back the way he came, risking the monster, and head back to the road where he'd appeared, when a voice called out. "Hey, kid, how about you put the pipe down?" He looked around, shocked, to find an attractive blonde woman in her late twenties standing not far away, wearing a police officer's uniform and with her hand on the butt of her holstered revolver.

"Uh…" He looked down at the pipe he was still clutching tightly, then back at the woman. He could understand why she looked wary. He was holding a potentially dangerous weapon for no readily apparent reason. He was hesitant to let it go though. What if there were more monsters? "You haven't seen anything weird, have you?"

The officer eyed him with her blue eyes. "Weird how?"

Harry sighed. If she didn't know what he meant, then he doubted she'd encountered anything. She'd definitely react if she had. "Just… nothing, officer." He set the pipe down, making the woman relax. "Are you with this town's police force?" He asked.

The woman raised an eyebrow and shook her head. "No, I'm not. I'm from a nearby town, Brahms. What are you doing here? Being a daredevil like most kids I have to chase away?"

Harry shook his head. "Uh, no. Would you believe me if I told you I don't know how I ended up here?" She just stared at him. "…Figures. Umm, my name is Harry Potter. What do you mean about chasing kids away? Why would you need to do that?"

"I'm Cybil. Cybil Bennett." The cop said. "And Silent hill has been declared a danger zone. Something in the air which can cause death after prolonged exposure appeared twenty years ago. That's what this fog is supposed to be. It never dissipates. It's even spread to another nearby town, Shepherd's Glen, making that a no-go zone too. So my job involves patrolling the roads and making sure nobody heads toward either town. You wouldn't believe how many kids try it just because."

Harry was more than a bit afraid now. Could whatever is in the air have made that monster? In that case, he needed to get out as soon as possible. "Then why are you here now?"

"I spotted a couple of cars full of people heading this way and followed to get them away. Haven't found anybody though. No clue where they are. You seen them?" Cybil asked. Harry shook his head. She eyed him. "You really don't know how you got here?" Harry shook his head again. "Hmm, not sure I believe that, but if nothing else I need to get you out. I really shouldn't be here myself, but considering the amount of people I saw coming in, I couldn't just let them go with just a report to the station about it as usual. C'mon, let's head to my bike." She turned and started walking down the street. Harry quickly made to follow.

"So whatever is in the air just kills, right? So it killed everybody in this town?" He asked.

Cybil nodded. "Yeah. Both Silent Hill and Shepherd's Glen were complete losses. The fog came in the night, so by the time anybody noticed what was going on, it was too late. That's thousands of people, dead."

Something about that made the back of Harry's neck tingle. He responded, speaking slowly as he thought. "Ok, if that many people died…" He looked around in realization. "Then where are all the remains?"

Cybil slowed her pace, looking around as though just realizing the fact that there wasn't a single bone anywhere nearby. "Uh, I-I think the government came in and hauled them away…? Don't remember much about it. It was ages ago…"

Harry wasn't so sure. He was feeling more and more certain that the fog didn't outright kill, and that the thing in the alley was an example of what did happen. Though in that case wouldn't that mean they should be getting swarmed by more of those things? In any case, he didn't think it was a good idea to tell that to a mundane police officer, at least not at the moment. He could see about informing somebody with actual power about what was in the town when he a Cybil got out and he was back home.

"What the hell?" Cybil said, coming to an abrupt halt. Harry looked toward where she was looking and saw a police motorcycle laying on the ground. It was completely trashed, dented and scratched, with a tire missing and the fuel tank punctured.

"I guess we're walking then?" Harry said sardonically. Cybil nodded with a growl of irritation. "Great… Let's get moving then. I don't want to be here any longer than necessary. I'd rather not drop dead…"

"Bossy, aren't you?" Cybil said annoyed, though she obviously agreed with him. "Alright, let's go."

The pair quickly made their way along the road after Cybil grabbed a couple of things from her bike. She led the way to a bridge she said would lead them around onto the highway out of Silent Hill, since the tunnel Harry arrived at was blocked. However, they were both forced to stop when they arrived at it because it was destroyed. There was a short span remaining, then a gaping hole separating both sides of the bridge.

"Oh come on! I just crossed this thing a half hour ago!" Cybil cried out in outrage.

This pretty much confirmed it for Harry. Something else was going on beside a simple airborne poison. He assumed it was in some way magical. It might even be what was keeping him from performing magic. He clenched his fist, wishing he'd kept his pipe. Or had something like Cybil's revolver. Because he was sure that he was going to be encountering another monster sometime soon.

As if that thought was a signal, Harry heard an odd, whistling sound. "Hey, do you hear that?" Harry asked a still cursing Cybil.

Cybil stopped and looked around. "Yeah, I do. What is that?" She glanced up and her eyes widened. "Get down!" She yelled, dropping to the ground. Harry did the same without a second thought and felt the wind of something large flying close by, barely missing him.

He looked up to see what it was and found a large, winged creature soaring overhead. It had large wings and a long, twisted beak. Exceptionally long legs ended in vicious looking talons. Much like the previous creature Harry had seen this one appeared diseased, covered in dark flesh pockmarked with boils and riddled with dark veins.

As he watched it flew further before turning back around, aiming for them, all the while making the same odd, high pitched noise. Cybil quickly drew her gun in desperation and started to shoot. A couple of shots went wide, but three more slammed into the creature, making it drop with a horrible screech. They both got up and Cybil fired a final shot into its head, silencing it. The both stood there, breathing heavily, before Cybil spoke. "What the hell is that thing?"

"I saw something similar before I met you, though it was humanoid. It's why I had that pipe. I don't think the official reason is why this place is declared a danger zone. And if it's spreading, we need to tell somebody, like the Justice League." Harry said in a rush.

Cybil stared hard at Harry. "Why didn't you tell me before?"

Harry gave her a raised eyebrow. "Would you have believed me if I had without proof?" He asked sardonically. The way she looked away slightly was enough of an answer. They both froze when they heard another of those flying things approaching. Harry looked around before seeing a nearby sports store with barred windows and an ajar door. "Quickly, in there!" They both ran for the store, legs pumping as they heard the sound of another flier joining in the chase. Harry slammed the door open and, once Cybil rushed in with her weapon raised in case of hostiles inside the store, slammed it shut, managing to lock it just as one of the creatures slammed into it, making it rattle in its frame.

Once Cybil was sure the store was empty she sighed and reloaded her weapon. "Ok, hopefully that'll keep those things out. We can't stay in here though. We need to find a way out of town."

Harry looked around the dark, silent store. He spotted a stand of pocket flashlights and another of batteries. He quickly grabbed a flashlight and, after slipping the batteries in, turned it on, illuminating the inside of the store better. Cybil followed his example and did the same before heading towards the back, looking for a back door.

While she did that, Harry looked around for anything that might be useful. Near the cash register he found some maps of Silent Hill and the surroundings. He quickly grabbed a couple, feeling they would be useful. Then he looked at the glass shelves in the counter to see boxes of ammo for various weapons. He looked around for the guns they belonged to before spotting several rifles and pistols on the wall behind the counter. He vaulted over the counter before picking up a pistol. He lifted it in the firing stance he'd seen in the more realistic shows and games, trying to get a feel for it.

"What are you doing?" Cybil asked, eyeing him disapprovingly as she approached.

Harry scowled slightly. "I can't exactly go around unarmed, Cybil. Who knows what else we'll run into while we're here. I might as well pick something up while I can." He started searching among the ammo boxes for the bullets that went with the gun he'd selected.

Cybil opened her mouth to argue, but no sound came out. She knew he was right. "Alright, fine, but you're letting me teach you how to handle that. Last thing we need is you shooting yourself in the foot." When he nodded agreeably she walked up to him and showed him the best way to hold the gun, the stance to use, how to reload, and basic gun safety. "…And lastly, but most importantly, before you pull the trigger, know what you're shooting. And don't do it unless you have to. And don't go blasting me by mistake, got it?" Harry nodded, grabbing several boxes of ammo and putting them in a bag he'd found. Cybil grabbed some ammo for her own gun, wanting to make sure she'd have plenty. Then they looked up at the rifles on display.

"What do you think? We might as well…" Harry said tentatively. Cybil sighed before nodding, and they both looked for rifles that looked to be in good shape, the cop once more instructing Harry in their usage, and both grabbed some ammo.

Harry made one final run through the store before finally picking up a machete. It was slightly rusty after so long, but it would work well enough in case he was forced to fight in close quarters. Cybil nodded in approval before they made their way into the back, which had a back door into an alley.

Just as Cybil was about to open the door, however, a portable radio sitting nearby began to emit static suddenly, making them both jump. Harry picked it up, looking it over in curiosity, before shrugging at Cybil. She shook her head and turned back to the door, opening it.

A shape lunged at the door as soon as it was opened, slamming it the rest of the way and sending Cybil to the floor. It was another creature, this one a canine. Its entire body looked like it had been burned horribly, and it was wrapped in what looked like bandages made of its own flesh. The most notable feature, however, was the fact that its head was split vertically, each half moving independently of each other, a long, red tongue hanging down between them.

It growled at them, and it sprang at Cybil, who barely managed to roll away from it. Harry quickly brought his machete down on its neck, making it yelp twice. The blade became lodged in its flesh and it turned to Harry, obviously hurt yet angry. Cybil, thankfully, managed to pick up her revolver from where she'd dropped it and fired several times at the demonic dog. It yelped again before dropping, its wounds finally too much for it.

They both stayed still, breathing heavily from the sudden rush of adrenaline before Harry noticed that the radio had stopped emitting as much static. Brow furrowed he picked it up and looked at it, before moving it towards the monster's body. The static became louder the close it came to the body, but it was nowhere near as loud as when the thing was alive. "Huh." Harry said, staring. "Early warning system. I think we should bring it along."

Cybil, having just gotten up, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, could be useful now that we know what it does." She rubbed her back from where she hit the ground, groaning, before moving to the door, checking the alley for any more demon dogs. Harry followed after clipping the little red radio to his pocket.

Both walked along the street, keeping an eye out for any more monsters. Harry stopped when they reached an intersection, making Cybil raise her eyebrow at him. "What is it?"

"I was thinking we should get a vehicle. That would probably help us get out faster. My original plan before we met was to head for the police station. Maybe we could get the keys to a cop car from there." Harry pulled out the map of Silent Hill he'd grabbed and looked up at the nearby street signs to situate himself. Cybil made her way over to look over his shoulder. They quickly saw that the police station was a decent distance away, so with a look at each other they headed in that direction, guns in hand, just in case.

They were a block from the station when Harry's radio started to crackle with static again. They both tensed, looking around for the source when several of the dogs burst out of a door behind them, growling. "Run!" Cybil cried, turning and firing a couple of shots as she backpedaled as quickly as she could. Harry didn't think twice, double timing it toward the station, hearing Cybil's footfalls right behind him. He came to an abrupt stop when one of the flying monsters swooped down at him from above, barely missing him. Cybil made her way passed him, still firing behind them and Harry quickly hit the flyer with his machete, making it screech. Cybil slammed into the doors of the station, which were thankfully open, and fired from there. "Harry, hurry!" Harry ran like hell when all of a sudden more creatures appeared, aiming for him. Cybil fired desperately, trying to keep Harry from being overwhelmed. Harry saw he wouldn't be able to make it to the doors before being killed and quickly ran away from the station. "Harry, where are you going!?"

"I'll meet you inside!" He yelled as he led his pursuers away. He counted himself lucky that apparently the canines weren't as fast as real dogs, otherwise he'd have been torn to shreds already. He made his way around the station, legs burning, and saw the door to the underground garage nearby, making his way to it desperately. He slammed into it and clawed it open, making his way inside and forcing the door shut just as a dog slammed into it. He frantically looked around at the garage, making sure he was alone, when he slumped to the ground in relief, absently noting that the radio had quieted back down.

After a bit to recover Harry got back up, flashlight on, and looked around more thoroughly. There were several cars nearby, and he hoped that they would run. He started making his way towards the door into the rest of the police station when he stopped. He could hear an odd sound. It sounded like… an air raid siren?

His head started to hurt as the siren got louder, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples. It was nowhere near as bad as his Voldemort induced migraines, but it was still irritating. He opened his eyes only for them to widen in shock. The room was transforming, becoming corrupted. The walls were apparently decaying as he watched. Metals quickly rusted, plaster in the walls peeled away, exposing the inside of the walls, the same for the ceiling, from which chains fell, hanging. Pools of what looked horribly like blood leaked into various areas. When it was all over and the siren had stopped, Harry was in a completely different room.

"…What the bloody hell just happened?"

Finally finished this. I won't lie, this fought me. I couldn't figure out how to make everything happen, and I'm pretty sure it shows. It's not my best work, especially considering how long it took me to write to this length. Things should get better going forward though. I have plans, oh yes.

So begins the Silent Hill arc of this story. I'm mixing in several elements from multiple games to create this one, though some elements will be completely mine, though those won't be seen till the end. I've come up with an idea for Silent Hill inspired by The Shining. You'll see what I mean soon enough, hopefully.

For those wondering about which Justice League I'm using, it's animated series with elements from the comics. It's what I'm most acquainted with. I'm not big on nu52. I might use some comic events though. Just a thought. Blackest Night, anybody?

For those wondering about Dragon, still only a few pages into the 5th LN, so it's going to be a while. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this story.

I think that's all. Hope you enjoyed, and please review.