Black Knight : The Chronicles of Potter

Summary: Shortly after his sixth birthday, young Harry Potter escapes the abusive Dursley household, never to be seen again. Nine years later a vicious killer with the handle Riddick rises to take his place. Problem is...Riddick doesn't want anything to do with the destiny forced upon him.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Richard B. Riddick, If I did Harry would be a lot more off-the-handle and COR would have been unrated and really violent and truly worthy of being called the sequel to Pitch Black.

Chapter One: The Return

Recap

"Where are you?" He shouted. "Where are you? You son-of-a-bitch! Come up so I can kill you." He rose to his feet and rushed to the door. He threw it open and yelled. "Come and get me you little shit! Come and get some!" In his rage Doug never notice the figure shrouded in shadows drop to the ground from the ceiling. Actually he never even noticed the knife blade that slashed his throat from behind. All he noticed as he fell to the ground drowning in his blood were those eyes... those cold heartless eyes and the emotionless face of the teenaged boy they belonged to...

With his last gurgling breath he managed to choke out the name. "Riddick."

LET THE CHOAS BEGIN!

Headmaster Albus Dumbledore sat sirenely observing his students as they began to file in and take their seats preparing to witness this year's Sorting Ceremony. Deputy Headmistress and Transfiguration Professor Minerva McGonagall was at the present momemt ushering in the newest inducties to the Hogwarts family. As she lead the first year students into the Great Hall, Albus smiled to himself as he watched them 'lights of hope' as he once said.

Hermione Granger sat next to her now steady boyfriend after three years of an on again off again relationship, Ron Weasley and his younger sister Ginny. They were currently having an argument about the current state of the Wizarding World in general."Honestly, Ronald you've got to read the paper more. You-Know-Who hasn't been on the attack at all lately. Those attacks were done by a Muggle or Muggles, as they all were done by Muggle means."

Okay before we continue let's get you up to speed with how the world is turning at this particular moment. Lord Voldemort has risen to power and is at the height of his reign of terror. He has been since he rebirth three years ago at the cost of the life of one Cedric Diggory at the end of the TriWizard Tournament.

Harry Potter also know as The Boy Who Lived vanished nearly 11 years ago. His last blood relatives, the Dursleys dead and buried and many speculate the same of Harry. The conversation that Hermione and Ron are discussing involves an attack on a couple of Wizards who were murdered...just a tidbit anyways...Just so you know this is about a month or so after the last chapter...Back to the present...

Ginny leaned in towards the couple. "Shh! You two the Sorting's about to begin." Ron and Hermoine turned to face the gaggle of first years as they stood before the entire school. Professor Mcgonagall stood beside the Sorting Hat and gave a curt nod to the Headmaster before calling the first name.

"Sheri Appleby"

A timid girl with short brown hair stepped up to the hat.

"Gryfindor"

The last of the first years had wandered over to their respective house tables when as if on cue the large double doors to the Great Hall swung open with a loud bang. Almost instantly every head and pair of eyes focused on the five figures standing in the Entrance Hall. The Headmaster smiled to himself serenely as he gave a nod towards the man in front.

He rose to greet them as they approached the Staff Table. "Good Evening Mr. Toombs I see you've made it here without a hitch I presume." The leader Toombs gave a shrug, before reply in a. "We made our delivery as agreed. We'll be taking our pay and be leaving if you don't mind." Dumbledore nodded, "Ah, yes your payment. Rest assure Mr. Toombs you will have your reward. I must say though It did seem to take you quite awhile to achieve your objective, I was begining to worry that you had...Well how do you say... skipped out on our agreement."

Toombs smiled at the Headmaster before shrugging. He lifted his hand to scratch his bearded chin. "Well with what he's worth you couldn't blame me. Don't get me wrong 1.5 mills alot o' cash but I could get 20 easy with him." Albus gave him a curt nod before gesturing towards the hooded figure in the middle of Toomb's team. "Is this the "package" we spoke of?"

Toombs smiled, "It sure is.Little S.O.B. managed to get me good, though gave me this here mark" He replied running a hand along a slash along his cheek. "But a deals a deal. You want him you got him." Toombs motioned for his team to move aside. "Stand down."

This was the first time anyone had really paid attention to any of the other vistors. Two of them were women. the first was a tall blonde. Her hair cut into a crew cut, her eyes a fierce blue, she seemed every part the soldier she seemed to be. The second woman stood to the left of Toombs opposite her counterpart. Dressed in faded fatigues and a gray tank she seemed less imposing than her blonde partner. Her brown hair stopping at the tops of her ears. The final team member was another man. A tall black man with a shaved head. Tall and muscular his every movement causing his massive muscles to ripple.

After Toombs's men or should we say man and women stepped aside the entire school got a first hand look at Dumbledore's "package". The "package" was a obviously male figure. Though, unlike Toombs and the others, he was draped in a long hooded cloak, obscuring his face from view. He stood with a hunched stance as if his body were weighted down and he did not have the strength to rise to his full height. As, such with his hunched figure he came to a height of 5' 5", it was hard to judge his figure and stature as he was shrouded within the cloak

Immediately whispers began to sound across the entire hall, as the students and surprisingly some of the staff, began to contemplate the stranger's hidden idenity. Toombs smirked and nodded back at the figure. "I'd reckon you might not want him 'rond these here young'uns, Dumbledore. Trust me on that." Dumbledore nodded before answering. "I will take that into consideration but I don't believe that the young man could be that much of a problem. Mr. Toombs if you may?"

Toombs gave a chuckle then shook his head. "It's your funeral. Doesn't matter long as I get paid." He whispered quietly before giving the go-ahead to remove the cloak.

As soon as the cloak left his body the figure immediately drew back crying out in pain. The black bounty-hunter grabbed his arm and held him in place. "Here you are Dumbledore, I reckon that you'll be wantin' to inspect the goods before making the arrangements." A collective gasp rand throughout the Great Hall as the figure was revealed for all to see.

The "package" was a teenage boy of seventeen at the least. His body was heavily muscled, his biceps and forearms arms bulging as he recoiled from the sudden intake of bright light. His shoulder length raven-colered hair was matted into dreadlocks. It's dark coloring contrasting against his pale skin. His eyes were shut tightly as he tried to lift his hands to shield them. Though the action was hindered very much so, by the thick shackles and chains he wore around his wrists and ankles.

Toombs gave Dumbledore a shit-eating grin as he stepped back toward struggling male and the balck bounty-hunter. "Wilson, hold 'em still." The man, Wilson, grasped both of the young man's arms, as Toombs kicked him in the back of his knee bringing him to his knees. Toombs roughly grabbed the man's hair and yanked his head back before lifting the front locks from his face, revealing a small lightning bolt shaped scar.

The entire hall froze as Dumbledore rushed towards the men holding the shackled man. He gave a frustrated cry as his path was blocked by the tall blonde woman. Toombs shook his head. "Sorry ole boy. But you ain't getting nowhere near this one. Not unless you value your life."

The Headmaster stood tall as he was quickly joined by the staff. "Mr. Toombs, I will not take kindly to threats, sir. I insist that you release that boy at this instance."

Toombs gave a laugh. Serverus stepped forward with a malicious sneer on his face. "I would advise you Muggle to do as the Headmaster says and release the boy." Toombs's laughter began to get louder and Serverus drew his wand and leveled it at Toombs. Just as a spell began to form on his lips, he found the barrel of a assault rifle between his eyes. "I'd advise you put that wand away lest you get a new blow-hole." The brunette said slowly.

Minerva pursed her lips before repling. "Mr. Toombs is...it I do believe the Headmaster gave you a request to release that boy this instant. As he said before you lot are guest here and we do not take threats lightly."

Toombs raised an eyebrow before sharing a look with Wilson. Stone! Hart! Stand Down." The two women stepped back in line and slightly lowered their weapons. "Now, Now little Missy. Don't you fret. You see I wasn't threating y'all or the old man I was warning 'em." He gestured towards the shackled figure at his feet. "You see if he would have stepped within the fifty foot perimeter we have established let's just say you'd be cleanin' his guts off o' the floor." Minerva stepped forward. "You will not harm that boy Mr. Toombs. We will see to that." Dumbledore nodded to Serverus who began to walk toward the Toombs, Wilson and the shackled man.

As he stepped into the perimeter, three things happened all in quick succession. First, the shackled man rose to his feet throwing Toombs into Stone and Hart sending all three sprawling to the floor. Second, with two litghning quick moves he disabled Wilson. Third, He rushed forward and put Serverus into a chokehold wrapping his chains around his exposed throat. Amazing as this seems the shackled man had accomplished these feats all within a span of mere seconds. And if that wasn't shocking enough he'd done it all still wearing the chains and shackles with his eyes closed.

Toombs stood shakily and gave a snort at the obvisiously shocked wizards. He turned to Dumbledore and spoke with a loud mocking voice. "Mr. Dumbledore allow me to introduce you to Richard B. Riddick."

END CHAPTER

AN: So how did you guys like it let me know I know I haven't updated in awhile but I am now so that's what matters just know that This Fic Black Knight Has a Sister Fic that Explains Riddick's Childhood all the way up to this chapter so that means that this is the last Chapter for awhile at least until I can get Solstice underway. Primal Fury Will be updated as Well so that's good news Betrayal is taking longer than I expected as is Legacy and Continuity. Amon's Curse has a Sister Fic in the Works that will explain some things that are Happening in the World in general as the Demons begin to take over. But that won't be posted until...TBD...hahahaha I'm so bad. (puts on gimp BDSM outfit) Tell me I've been bad. Tell me, Oh yeah TELL ME. Spank my Ass SPANK IT OH PLZ GAWD SPANK MY ASS...ummmmmmm,ummmmmmmm... ummmmmm let's just keep this between ourselves alright...giggidy giggidy goo.

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