Trapped In Black

By: night flame miko

AN: And the next chapter is...up!

Well almost. I tend to write this Authors Note before I start on the chapter, so it isn't quite up yet. And even I don't know how this is going to go. I find that the good stories tend to pop out at me as I'm writing them, hell they often almost write themselves :D

I wish.

In any case, here it is. I hope you enjoy it as much as I'm sure I'm going to have fun writing it. :D

Warning: This is going to be aslash fic. Refer to previous chapters for full warning. (figured everyone got the idea from the previous three chapters :P)

Disclaimer: No Harry Potter and especially no Riddick *pouts*. I suppose we can't always get what we want, eh? :P

And thank you to everyone who reviewed, I loved all of them and they were definitely a breath of fresh oxygen (hehe). :)

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Harry limped along behind everybody, putting on just enough speed to not fall too far behind. It had almost been too much effort to get the others to 'allow' him to walk with them to the mining camp, and whilst he was tempted to slow them down in retaliation he realised they would probably just do something humiliating. Like carry him the rest of the way there whilst making comments about being right all along…

Not going to happen.

It had been a day's worth of time since Riddick had been released, and whilst the others weren't happy about it they also realised the prudence in not mentioning it around Riddick and just generally keeping their distance from the criminal.

Not like it was hard considering Riddick disappeared soon after being released, only re-appearing when enough metal parts had been collected and they were about to begin their journey back to the mining camp.

Johns had then decided to assign Riddick as the resident pack mule and asked the man to carry the 35 kilo Energy Core which they would use to determine how much power the emergency ship needed and how many more En-core's they had to lug back and forth between ships. For some reason Riddick didn't refuse, simply taking the rope which he would use to drag the En-core across the desert like landscape.

Johns had smirked, thinking he had made a point to the other passengers about how short a leash Riddick was on.

Personally Harry thought Riddick had only done it because he was making his own point. He knew it would make the others think, for if the criminal was strong enough to carry that En-core the distance between ships without asking for help, or in fact showing any form of tiredness at all, then he was simply proving how dangerous he was to all the other survivors.

Which brought them back to this moment in time, with Harry trudging just a few paces ahead of Riddick, who was keeping to the back of the group as well. Both of them could hear the quiet talking in front of them by the others, and whilst Harry didn't mind being talked about, it still irked him that he couldn't use his magic to eavesdrop. He had already tried to use a spell that enhanced his hearing (an internal spell which was therefore not affected by whatever it was on Hades that was absorbing it), and the spell had worked perfectly. Except for the fact that whatever lived within this planet apparently used echo-location to 'see' and the sounds reverberating from beneath the ground nearly deafened him.

Moving over yet another sand dune Harry blinked as what looked like a bottle of alcohol slipped past him and down the shallow sand bank. A muffled curse reached his ears and he watched as Mr. Ogleby scrambled past, dropping to his knee's next to the bottle and reaching for it only to have another hand clamp around it and lift it up.

Harry limped back down, watching with vague amusement as Mr. Ogleby looked up, eyes wide and his Adams apple moving when he gulped. He could practically see the antiques collector (as Mr. Ogleby had later informed everyone when he came out of what was left of the ship carrying some very…interesting objects) summon whatever courage he had as he stood up before thrusting a hand at Riddick.

"Paris P. Ogleby. Antique's dealer. Entrepreneur."

Riddick considered the man before he smiled in a way that showed his teeth and gripped the extended hand, pumping it once.

"Richard B. Riddick. Escaped convict. Murderer."

Dropping the hand Riddick uncorked the bottle of alcohol and despite Paris' attempts to stop him he began drinking the liquid, seemingly proving another point as Mr. Ogleby's words slowed to a stop.

Normally Harry would have just smirked and gone on, but looking at the bottle he blinked in surprise.

"Hmm? Well that brings back memories."

Riddick, who had nearly finished the alcohol, pulled the bottle from his lips and looked at the label with a raised eyebrow before turning to Harry who shrugged and said with a smile,

"It was the alcohol I drank the first time I got completely shit-faced drunk."

A second eyebrow joined Riddick's first before he held the bottle out to Harry, that smirk back on his face as they both completely ignored Paris standing off to the side, looking mournfully at the almost finished drink.

"Care to reminisce?"

Harry cocked his head to the side before grinning slightly and taking the bottle from Riddick. Downing the final inches at the bottom he ignored the antique's dealer who was staring at the empty bottle with something like tragic resignation.

Turning Harry began walking as Mr. Ogleby started to make his way after the others who had paused a little way in the distance, Riddick kept pace with Harry easily as said man remembered the whole episode that occurred when he first got drunk.

It had taken place a good 5 millennia ago. Harry had been on an out of the way planet whose civilisation was just starting to flourish. He'd been having an especially bad couple of years, as he was going through an identity crises at the time and had decided that considering he had never gotten completely drunk before, he would have himself unconscious by the end of the day.

Of course, most would think that it was unusual that someone who had lived as long as he had (even then he was a good couple thousand years old), had never been completely drunk out of his mind. But that was a little known problem with wizards. Those who had any small amount of magic had an extreme tolerance for all types of liqueur (which was why wizards created their own special types of alcohol which affected them better i.e. Fire whiskey), and the stronger the wizard the harder to get them drunk. That was why wizards such as Dumbledore, Harry and even (especially) Voldemort had probably never been drunk. There was just something about alcohol that didn't react well with magic, so the stronger of the two wiped the other out.

That wasn't to say that wizards couldn't get drunk, it was just a lot harder. Which was what led to it being such a long time before Harry decided that he was going to set himself a goal of getting drunk. It was also the reason he never had to worry about doing something that stupid again.

He had woken up the next day to the whole planet's landscape having been re-arranged and a new religion had been set up with him as its God.

It seemed he was a 'show-off' drunk.

He found out in the aftermath (through much grovelling and general worshipping) that some man in the same bar as he had been in, had noticed him off to the side and the amount of empty glasses on his table, the man had then challenged him to a drinking contest. Harry won of course, but the man had gotten a little rowdy and had said that he doubted Harry could do anything better.

Unfortunately Harry had already had many, many drinks before said contest and had been quite drunk by this time, and this had led to Harry showing a bit of his magic and when the man had said that what he had done was cool but not that impressive, Harry had apparently decided to prove him wrong.

Thus the general landscape changes of the planet.

Truth be told, Harry had no clue how he had changed so much and had still had enough energy to wake up the next day. Sure he knew he was powerful, but apparently even changing a planet didn't push him to his limits if he could still get up in the morning. It had led him to making the discovery that a wizard gets more powerful the longer they live, which made sense considering how Dumbledore had managed to keep up with Voldemort despite all the rituals said psychotic megalomaniac had gone through to become more powerful.

And considering how strong Harry was to start with and then add on a couple millennia's worth of his power growing… He could see why the people of this planet thought of him as a God.

In any case he had stayed for a week, recuperating, before swearing off getting drunk (ever again!) and leaving the planet.

It was only two millennia later that he returned, and even then it was only because said planet was going through the worst drought that had occurred on any single planet in history. Literally all the water was nearly gone, and because of this lack of general resources the other planets had refused trade with it and left the people on it to die.

Harry was fairly certain that his landscape changes hadn't caused the drought (it had been 2,000 years), but he just couldn't be completely sure. So taking responsibility for what could have been the result of his actions he returned, honestly believing that in that time the religion would have died out and he could quickly fix the planet before getting a move on.

He was wrong. Not only had the religion apparently flourished, but there were enough written references (as well as many statues) of what he looked like for him to be immediately recognised. He had to admit that with his black hair, green eyes, scar, silver cloak, wand and black jewelled ring he was fairly recognizable.

The leader of the planet, after prying from him why he had returned, let him set about re-creating the planet. Using his memories of Earth he had spent a few months using his magic to create oceans, trees, deserts all the things that he thought would be needed. One interesting thing he learned in that time was that when a wizard is drunk they can apparently do magic a lot easier and with less side effects, he still wasn't sure why (maybe less inner restrictions?), because even with spreading the re-creation over a few months it still left him constantly tired and with a migraine the cruciatus curse would be envious of.

After fixing the planet he had decided to stay for a few years and make sure nothing went horribly wrong. Unfortunately the people of the planet had only had their faith in him reaffirmed and he was generally treated as a God in mortal form. Not only that, but the Commander of the planet deferred to everything he said with little to no argument. So in little time he became the new leader of the planet.

The first time he came to the planet he'd been having an identity crises, and because of that he just told everyone to call him HP. It seems that even after all that time, the information had been recorded somewhere and so, even though his crises was long over, he was now known as only HP by everyone on said planet.

He had left after 18 or so years, having grown quite fond of the planet and its people. But his conscious hadn't been able to let him leave them with misconstrued conceptions. So he had revealed that he wasn't, in fact, a God and merely a man with some nifty abilities.

They had obviously not believed him, but there wasn't much he could do about that. He had then told them to scrap the religion of him, as he wasn't a true God and there were many more worthy religions out there. They had been unsure and hesitant and he more than understood, as they had had those beliefs for more than 2 thousand years. So he told them that they should perhaps make the planet a neutral one that welcomed all religion, so that different people of different beliefs could spread them without fear of retribution.

He had left soon after that, even though he knew that the religion hadn't been scrapped and he was still viewed with general awe. Despite this he also knew that they had followed his advice and that the planet was now known as Helion Prime (another salute to him, he knew, as they didn't know his name other then HP and so they had presumably made a name for him) and that the main city of New Mecca was one of the most openly religious cities in the universe.

Shaking his head Harry smiled. He could quite honestly say that he viewed Helion Prime as his planet, and that he loved the planet as much as he had loved Earth. He had gone back there once or twice under glamour to see how it was coming along, and he was truly surprised at what he saw. All the people, no matter their race or religion walked about with smiles on their faces and had a friendly word for strangers and friends alike. He had thought there would be more of a problem with so many contrasting religions, but he had even seen two people from completely opposing religious groups give a nod to each other as they walked by in the streets.

He had never been so proud in his life.

Shaking his head Harry brought himself out of his musings. Looking at Riddick who walked silently next to him, he noticed the man watching him out of the corner of his eye and realised he had been silent for a fairly long time. Wracking his brains he tried to think of something to say only to have Riddick beat him to it,

"Fond memories?"

Seeing Riddick motion at the empty bottle still in his hand, Harry grinned and tipped his head slightly,

"Let's just say there's a reason I haven't been to Helion Prime in a while."

Riddick let out a laugh as he realised what Harry meant,

"So it was at Helion Prime, eh? Not a bad place to be when you get drunk the first time, they have more than enough alcohol." Shaking his head slightly Riddick seemed amused with his thoughts, "For a completely religious planet they have a weird fascination with drinking. Something about the founding religion being based on getting drunk and accomplishing things you never knew you could… a load of crap if you ask me. They just wanted to have a reason to get drunk."

Harry blinked before his grin widened. He thought they hadn't remembered that it was because he was drunk the first time when he had…re-decorated their planet. When he had come back it had sounded like he had first changed the planet and saved all their lives from some other catastrophe. It didn't help that he had come back to save them from a drought.

"Well you never know. There could be some intricate story about why drink was such an integral part of one of the founding religions…In any case, how do you so much about Helion Prime? I didn't realise you had been there before."

Riddick shifted the rope to his other hand as they started to walk up another small sand dune, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. Harry was fine with the silence; content with thinking about how he would have reacted if he found out that his planet had harboured a dangerous criminal…probably not well.

"I hid there for a year." Riddick said, having apparently come out of his thoughts, "I had been running for a while by that point, having escaped from a slam called Butcher's Bay. One of the worst maximum security prisons I've been in, and there was no way in fuck I was going back. So I laid low there for a while, stealing what I needed and doing some odd jobs at night to get some cash… but I was sold out by a friend and had to get off the planet…Lets just say that you learn a lot about a planet when you have to scrounge through the worse parts of it for a while."

Harry watched Riddick as the man unconsciously picked up speed, the memories obviously triggering a natural reaction to move, to get away from the potential danger as quickly as possible. Matching his speed Harry walked beside Riddick for a while before saying quietly, almost inaudibly,

"I know."

The rest of the trip was done in silence. Both of them lost to their own thoughts, be it of the past or each other.

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Harry was knocked out of his thoughts when on the horizon he noticed a shape that was becoming more noticeable the closer they got. Seeing that they were making a bee-line for it he let a small smile cross his face at the thought of them having nearly arrived at the settlement. Whilst he wasn't actually injured, acting that he was took the energy right out of him.

Being under three suns didn't help either.

Before they knew it, they were moving among the buildings that made up the small settlement. Riddick moved off, taking the En-core to the emergency ship without a word. Harry smirked when he noticed Johns frown at Riddick already knowing where he had to go to get to the emergency ship.

Fry and Johns walked off, both also heading for the ship to probably make sure Riddick didn't try to make off with it.

Deciding to do a little exploring, Harry limped off in a random direction between some buildings.

As Harry was exploring he started to get more worried with each little thing he was noticing. He had gone into a few of the houses, and there were still personal items strewn about. Clothes were still on the racks and dusty photos on the shelves. Also, the others had said that the emergency ship had already been prepped.

Why would you prep an emergency ship without there being an emergency? You wouldn't. It was pure and simple. Something had caused the people of this abandoned settlement to attempt to run, to get away without even taking any of their valuables. And Harry had a feeling it had something to do with what had killed Zeke. With the things that were right beneath their feet.

Walking out of yet another house he followed what would have been the main street, going where ever it lead him whilst thinking about what had happened here. It was only when the street ended at a huge building that he stopped and again took in his surroundings. It looked to be the main building of this whole settlement, and moving closer he could make out the words 'Coring Room' above two large metal doors.

Reaching forward Harry attempted to drag the doors open only to stop when he heard the sound of chains and the door rattling but he was unable to open it. About to go find another way inside he stopped though, when he felt something.

It wasn't something he touched. No, it was something he could feel with his magic. Laying both his hands on the doors he closed his eyes and tried to focus on what he felt. It was like thinking you heard someone say your name, and then looking around trying to find whoever had said it. It was just a brush along his senses, but he could just feel it.

Not sure if it would work but willing to give it a try; Harry built the magic up beneath his skin, once again feeling frustrated that he couldn't just send his magic out and locate it that way. Whatever was taking his magic was going to get thoroughly destroyed if he had any say about it.

It did work. Marginally. He could feel that something on the other side of the door was giving off magic. Even if it was infinitesimally small; about 30 times less than the amount of magic Harry would need to put into the average lumnos spell before he became immortal. But it was there, and that was what mattered. He hadn't found anything that had magic since after Earth was destroyed.

Retracting his magic he turned around, determined to find another way into that building, only to stop when he came face to chin with someone who had been standing right behind him the whole time.

Automatically taking a step back (the only step he could take with the doors now right behind him) he blinked when Riddick came into view, the man's mirror eyes watching him intently through the goggles he wore. Opening his mouth to question what was going on he stopped when Riddick leaned forward, his breath hitching slightly as Riddick's eyes somehow glinted through the dark lenses,

"What was that?"

Blinking again Harry spoke,

"What was what?"

Riddick growled slightly, the noise too close to how a wild animal would sound for most peoples comfort. But Harry wasn't 'most people' and so he merely cocked his head to the side, truly curious about what the man was going on about.

"That thing you just did. When you had your hands on the door, you did…something."

Harry blinked, startled at where this was going. How did Riddick know he had done something?...Well it didn't matter, he couldn't tell him. The last time he told someone about what he could do they tried to dissect him…and the time before that he became a God. And those were just the most memorable times; he didn't have a very good track record when it came to revealing what he was and what he could do.

So opening his mouth, fully intending on refuting everything, he was cut off when a hand slammed into the door right next to his face and Riddick lowered himself further until he blocked Harry's view of everything but himself.

"Don't even think of denying it. I can see what you did. Did you think these eyes were just for fucking decoration? I see everything in whites and purples. I see energy in white light and you have always had a shit load of energy, but just now that white light went from rivalling the sun to nearly blinding me through my fucking goggles, which…" Leaning forward even further until their noses were practically touching Riddick finished, "…isn't fucking easy. These goggles can block out the light of three suns. So you see," Now Riddick leaned back, Harry presumed so that he could watch every move Harry made and judge whether he was telling the truth or not, "my nearly being blinded by your light with the goggles on is some cause for fucking concern."

Harry held completely still for a second before he sighed whilst swiping a hand down his face. What could he do? Yes he could lie, but he had the feeling that Riddick could pick out liars as easy as he could snuff a life. Even if you had as much practice at lying as Harry did.

Leaning back against the doors behind him he felt that brush against his senses again, that feeling of something behind him. He needed to find out what it was, and if he didn't tell Riddick what was going on then he could hope for 1 of 2 possibilities.

1) The man let him go but started watching him and everything he did. Or.

2) Riddick decided he was too much of a wild card and decided to just kill him, which would raise even more questions considering he couldn't die.

Sighing once again he finally decided to just reveal a small part of the truth, enough to satisfy Riddick's self-preservation instincts at least,

"Ok. How do I say this? I have some…abilities…That essentially allow me to…do things…Ugh…"

Frustrated with how he wasn't able to word things he ran a hand through his hair, thinking about what Riddick had said about his sight and how Harry could describe this in a way that Riddick could understand without laughing it off and/or attempting to kill him,

"Right. Basically you know that white energy you can see? Well, I can use that energy to do things. And by things I mean, essentially, anything. There normally are no limits to what I can do with it, but there is…something on this planet that sucks the energy away as soon as it leaves my skin. That is why I haven't used it to simply fix our ship and get off this planet. What you saw me doing earlier was me trying to get my energy to sense what was beyond that door, because there is something on the other side of that door that has a limited version of what I have, and I want to know what it is and whether it is what is sucking away my energy, or has anything to do with it. Because if I can find a way to stop it, then we are as good as gone."

Letting out a breath at getting that all out he looked up from where he had focused his attention on Riddick's chest. Said man had an unreadable expression on his face as he stood there, watching Harry. Finally he shifted a little and tilted his head slightly.

"Prove it."

A sigh burst from Harry's lips again. He had just said that he couldn't do any spells because his magic would get sucked away. Was the man not listening at all?! But just as he raised a hand, about to do/say something that he would likely regret, a flash of light caught his eye and he blinked at his wrist band. A small smile formed on his lips as he wondered how he nearly forgot about this perfect demonstrative tool.

"Ok. Watch my hands."

Raising his other hand as well he motioned Riddick back a bit from him, giving him some distance so he couldn't accidentally impale the man when they reformed. Letting his magic activate the spells in the metal he smiled softly as the tingling increased in his wrists and his hands beyond the bands both got longer, his fingers fusing together to become flatter and sharper before they both formed short swords attached to his arms from the centre of the bands.

Looking up, Harry took in Riddick's slightly widened eyes as the man stared at his hands. Harry wasn't surprised. Despite how far technology had come since Earth, there was still absolutely nothing that could reform a body part into a completely different, in-animate object.

Riddick stepped forward until the short swords were nearly touching him, reaching out he ran a finger along the metal. Harry masked the shudder he felt. Whilst his hands were a completely different object, they still somehow felt things like his hands did. Although he could cut and kill with them, he felt everything as if they were merely his hands. Most of the time this was a bad thing, as it felt like he was plunging his hand into whatever person decided to get between him and his objective, but this time he could quite safely say it was a very…nice side effect.

Unfortunately Riddick seemed to notice as well as he quirked a brow and then, after running a finger slightly along the sharp edge of the blade (promptly getting a small cut and a drop of blood), he moved away. Harry felt the need to explain his not-so-hidden reaction; he'd rather it not be misunderstood,

"These were given to me by my mother. She could use the energy the same way I could, and she created these bands with them. She was one of the best at her type of work, and she wove the energy into the metal, allowing me to form anything I want with the same amount of mass beyond the bands. They are very useful, and can't come off. But the rather unfortunate side effect is that whilst I can cut and kill with these, they still feel and touch like my hands. This is regrettable as when I kill someone, it feels like I've plunged my hands into them and can feel everything I've cut through."

Riddick seemed even more fascinated. Moving around until he stood next to Harry, the other man reached out and traced the area where the metal bands ended and the sword began. Harry could feel the others heat from where he stood right next to him, and truth be told it was hard to focus between the body beside him and the hands tracing paths along what felt like his flesh but seemed like metal to Riddick.

What felt like eons later (and Harry would know), Riddick finally moved away. Harry let out an inaudible sigh, missing the feeling, though not understanding why. Sure he had realised there was some chemistry there, but he hadn't realised quite how strong it was. He got the feeling that if he wasn't careful he would start to really like the other man, and that could only end badly with someone like Riddick. Not because Riddick couldn't return the feelings (though Harry didn't doubt that was possible) but because said criminal would constantly be on the run from all the authorities that wanted him and that would make liking him for any length of time difficult. Never mind that Riddick's length of time was limited whilst Harry's was indefinite.

Riddick walked away a short distance before turned to look at Harry over his shoulder,

"We will talk more of this energy and what you can do with it later."

Harry rolled his eyes at the unquestionable demand, but instead of digging in his heels like he normally did with anyone who got presumptuous enough to give him orders, he just reformed his hands and after picking up his cane, started limping after Riddick once again. He would try to find another way into the building soon enough. First he wanted to see if the others had picked up on anything unusual about the settlement.

One thing could be sure, though, and that was that things had just gotten a lot more interesting.

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An:

There you go. What did everyone think?

I rather enjoyed this chapter. I'm sorry if it was a bit slow at the beginning. I wanted to give Harry a bit more of a past, because before that he was simply a more cynical/powerful/immortal form of Harry Potter. I want to give him more meat, memories and experiences he can remember from the many years he has lived. This was just a little experience I thought I would give him.

Though I have to say that the whole HP=Helion Prime thing was a complete coincidence. I just liked the idea of Harry getting completely drunk at some point and re-arranging the general landscape of a planet. The rest evolved from there, though if I decide to do a sequel this is the perfect point to evolve the whole necromonger thing. :D

In any case, thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed. And sorry if it looks a bit rough, I'm just glad I finally got it out, so only some of it has been proof read.

-night flame miko

p.s. Reviews = Happy :P