To make it clear the Harry Potter and Riddick character/world is not mine, they belong to J.K Rowling and whoever owns Riddick. This is a fanfic, which means I'm not the original creator only the writer of this particular story.

Chapter 13: the broken man.

Harry woke up for the second time surrounded by complete darkness and in severe pain. Swearing for several minutes about the idiotism of the whole situation, and still unaware of the other passengers, he started to catalog his injuries. At the same time as he was getting a feel of his body's condition he was trying to get a hang of what the hell that had been for energy. It had tried to eat him for Merlin's beard. Hench all the swearing…

Well one positive thing is that this time he had a better feel of the situation as well as better understanding as to what was hurting him so. The enormous loss of energy before losing conscious had left his body week and ailing, it felt like he had been under the Cruciatus curse - but he was in one piece at least which he was thankful for. Now he just needed to find some medicine to ease the symptoms though, as well as restore some of the lost magic for without it he was as defenseless as a puppy. Not all of it, just enough so that his body and mind could get enough strength to patch itself up.

But first thing first, he needed to find out where he was and what situation he was in. The medicine just had to wait until he got the lay of the land, but thanks to auror training he was at least equipped to function on little to no magic. Once again he had to thank Moody and Kingsley for being such mean and stubborn bastards during the war. They had forced him and his friends to train hard at several different survival strategies and even though he had hated every minute of it, that training had saved his life repeatedly.

Rolling his eyes at the smugness the old men was sure to be rolling in he started to look around again, he had gotten a few glimpses before what he assumed had been a crash but since everything was covered in darkness he was basically blind and had to use his trembling hands to get a feel of what was surrounding him. The debris covering him was easy enough to move, but getting out from under the straps where he had been shoved was trickier. How the bloody baron had he gotten under there in the first place, it felt like a rabbit's hole.

Not matter, he was just thankful for the big rock or whatever it was, for he would probably be dead otherwise.

Finally in a standing position Harry tried to move but found himself tripping over the luggage covering the ground repeatedly as it was not leaving any space for free movement. Realizing that even if he could move he wouldn´t know in what direction he just gave up and sat himself upon the rock.

Aware of the hungry energy surrounding him, licking him, seemingly testing him Harry didn´t dare to try any spells. He didn´t think he would be able to stop the eating of his magic if he even summoned it forwards from its hidden place deep within his core. Besides he needed the energy that was left to function, to live, really. Who knows when the rescue would come?

Hopefully Teddy wouldn´t be too worried, he hated when his pup was upset and Ginny would be even worse. Shit, he wouldn´t get a moment's peace for weeks when he got home, both of them was overprotective as it was and now they would be even worse. Not to mention the lecture he was sure to get from Ron and 'Mione or the rest of the Weasleys. Crap!

While Harry was thinking about his family and trying to distract himself from the situation a piece of paper had started to flutter around the room seemingly aimless the moment he had woken. Of course Harry couldn´t see it at first since everything was covered in darkness but when it started glowing it got his attention.

Snapping it up quickly, for he could feel the energy starting to eat the paper, Harry scanned the contents hoping it contained useful information. At first he couldn´t understand its meaning but as the word where disappearing in front of his eyes the cold reality started to set.

Hi papa, if you're reading this it means the mirror spit you out. I´m glad!

Can´t write a lot, so here´s the hard truth, you where trapped in the gift and we lost you.

I´m now 123 years old and dying.

We can´t get you out. Everyone lived a sort of happy life… we miss you.

Muggles have found us and a war is raging- we are losing.

Stay hidden, stay quiet and stay alive.

Wish we knew a way to save you but this paper is the only thing we could link to the gift.

The lady who gave it was killed by granny, she got SO PISSED. It was awesome (and scary).

Love you, many pranks from Moonster.

Ps. it's the Marauder secret we wanted to give you a memento to have close.

Not possible, not possible. They were safe, they were waiting for him. Right… right! They had to be alive. He couldn´t have spent his pups entire life in a freaking mirror, could he? He remember the gleam in the girls eyes, it was just moment ago for him after all. What did she do? What happened? Was his family gone? They couldn´t be? Oh by Hogwarts founders, was it true?

His family was gone, dead.

Teddy would never prank about this and he could feel the dying of the map lying in his hands. He didn´t know why but suddenly he was certain that the world he knew was gone forever and he would never be able to go home. There wouldn´t be any hugs, kisses, yelling and over protectiveness from Ginny, Andy, Teddy and Molly. He would never again see the people he loved.

Never…

Harry is a strong person that had lived through a lot but being told by your son that everyone is basically dead, a war is raging and that several hundreds of years could have possibly gone by would break any man. His entire body started shaking, and tears were streaming down his face leaving stripes in its wake. Before you a truly devastated man stood surrounded by darkness.

Harry Potter the defender of magical Britain crumbled. And he cried. Crying like no man has ever done before. Grieving for his precious people lost for eternity.

They were dead, gone and he would never see them again. His world was gone…

The man sat in darkness and he grieved.

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Chapter 14: the newbie.

After everyone had realized that there was no water, panic spread like wild fire for a while until Fry and Johns had crawled out from within the ship and called for order. All of the passengers' gathered around their leaders hoping for some miracle. The children was scared and the grow ups didn´t know what to do. They were in a desert and they were stuck here in the foreseeable future and without water. Jack could have been right; they were going to die here.

"Ok, first we need to find water. Zeeke did anyone give a positive answer to the cargo?" Caroline shouted when no one seemed to be saying anything meaningful.

"No cap. I didn´t have time to ask… sorry ma´m."

Shazza slapped her man over his head and gave an apologetic shrug to the captain. Caroline just gave a resign sigh and repeated her earlier questing hoping that someone would say yes.

Everyone gave a negative headshake at first but then Johns noticed the gleam that entered Paris eyes and when the man didn´t seem to wish to speak he brought him to attention. With the children's eyes on him Paris couldn´t bring himself to lie and confessed that he had some sort of liquid in the cargo but if it was whole he couldn´t say as everything looked topsy-turvy. Fry just nodded her head and started heading towards the cargo container without even looking at anyone else. Johns was quick to follow which lead to the rest of the party joining forming a mini-caravan of dirty survivors.

No one was speaking for the seriousness of their situation was lying heavily on everyone's shoulders and the silence made it bearable. After five minutes of slow walking they reached the upside down doors and since Fry had the backup keys hooked on her person she just unlocked the lock and with the help of Zeeke and Johns pulled the door open.

They were met with a dark corridor that followed a straight path that had several doors on its right side. Johns asked Paris which on was his.

"All of them are, but I stocked different things in each. For example in here we have fabric and silk, and in the other antiques and in the next furniture and so on. I am a collector of everything after all; it makes it easier to travel since no one has the energy to search everything." Was the informative reply while the man brushed of the sand from his clothes.

"But the liquid is in here." Paris said as he led the captain toward the third door stopping before it and just waited. Fry was too tired to even roll her eyes at the man's stuffiness and tried to open the door. When the key didn´t work she was surprised but Johns who had been a bit smarter than the others had brought a piece of metal with him. After several minutes of fighting with the door with the help from Zeeke he managed to bend it open. The energy leaves the merc light-headed and feeling a bit sick. Fry spots this and asks him what´s the matter with him.

"Little swamp-flu from the Conga system. I didn´t have chance to shake before with all this cryo-sleep." The passengers' give him a sympatric look while Paris takes several steps backwards fearing the cop could be contagious. Fry is the first to look inside the room and doesn't see much since there is little to no light. Johns solves this by turning on his mini-flashlight which flickers towards the center piece amongst the chaos.

"Wow. King Tut's tomb..."

Johns simple statement brings a small smile to Caroline's face before Paris ruins it with his higher then you attitude.

"Be surprised what these will fetch in the Taurus system if you only know what you're doing. Please step easy in there for everything is very rare indeed, and I´m gonna want payment for everything you ruin."

This only gets a snort from Johns as the man jumps down into the room and starts scanning the content. You can imagine his shock when his flashlight shines upon the back of a human. The entire room goes silent and Johns can´t quit believe what he is seeing. On the end of the tomb a young man dressed in red is sitting with a dead looking face and a trembling body. Whatever the boy had gone through in here he seemed more dead than alive to Johns.

"Johns, is he alive." Fry whisper from the door as she squats down bringing Zeeke and Paris with her. Her only reply is a shake of the cops head as he slowly reaches for his gun holster. But the moment he unbuckles it he gets a violent reaction from the man in the room.

Harry head heard the strangers approach but had paid it no mind for the depression had hit him hard and he couldn´t bring himself to move nor make a sound. He stayed where he was hoping that whoever they where that they would go away and leave him alone. He just wanted to be alone.

When the door had been bent open Harry had thought about saying something but he didn´t have the energy for it and surrendered to the fact that they would find him. What little energy he could lay on this new people made a small part of him curious, for he didn´t recognize the language but some of the words sounded English, oh well who cared.

When the man in blue had jumped down and discovered him Harry's instincts had taken over and even though he was depressed and so very tired he recognized a threat when he saw it. This man was dangerous and when he reached for his gun Harry didn´t even think. He just attacked and suddenly both he and the blue-eyed man were caught in a battle of fist and punches.

Harry used every trick he had been thought and fought dirty but the man was bigger and he soon pulled out his baton and pummeled Harry to the ground; thus winning.

When Johns had the man on the ground he quickly pulled the dark haired boys hands behind his back and placed his knee in the centre thus securing him while putting on the cuffs. He could feel his nose and mouth dripping blood and had to give it to the youngling, he knew how to fight but thankfully he was both wounded and weak. Some of the punches had really hurt.

Twisting the arms one last time and wrenching out a scream from the stranger Johns got up and meet the eyes of the captain.

"Shit Johns that was fast. I didn´t even have time to react before you cuffed the kid. Good show." Zeeke said as he jumped down and shook hands with the cop and giving him a friendly pat on the back before he slowly approached the stranger that lay defenseless on the floor.

"Are you ok or do you need some medical care?" Fry asked while Zeeke, Shazza and Jack were studying the cuffed prisoner or in Jacks case poking him with her feet. Fry had been surprised when the man had just attacked but she was impressed by Johns quick action. It made her feel better that someone that good was with them.

"Yeah, it was just a few lucky punches. I wasn´t expecting that."

"What? The attack or the person?" Fry said jokingly. Johns just laughed and pulled out a handkerchief to wipe away the blood.

"Do I have to choose." Fry just smile, shocked her head and took the kerchief from him and helped him wiped his face clean.

After everyone calmed down and Fry got Jack to stop poking the man she and Johns had tried to interrogate the new passenger but he refused to talk, just kept on staring into nothingness. After a couple of tries they were starting to wonder what to do with this new problem. Releasing him wasn´t an option since he was clearly a loon but where to stow him until rescue came. Finally when Johns had tried to force the man to look at him by grabbing his face, and gotten bitten for his attempt, they decided to hook him up with Riddick. After all why not let the weird people get to know each other.

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