The echoes of a battle long past still reverberated through Harry's mind as he awoke in a realm unlike any he had ever known. The cold stone floor of the castle beneath him sent a shiver up his spine, and the dim light filtering through the decrepit windows cast eerie shadows across the chamber. He struggled to recall the events that had brought him here, his memories swirling like mist in his mind.
The last thing he remembered was the searing pain of Voldemort's final curse. He had faced the Dark Lord with unwavering determination, knowing that their destinies were intertwined. The green light of the Killing Curse had struck him, and he had felt his very being unravelling. And then, there was nothing—only darkness.
But now he was here, wherever "here" was, in a place that seemed torn from the pages of a dark and ancient legend. The air was heavy with a sense of foreboding, and the perpetual twilight outside the castle hinted at a world trapped in an eternal dusk. Harry pushed himself to his feet, his legs shaky beneath him as he took in his surroundings.
The castle itself was a ruin, its grandeur faded by time and neglect. Cobwebs clung to the corners, and the air was thick with the scent of dust and decay. Broken tapestries lined the walls, their once-vibrant colours now muted by age. Harry's fingers brushed against a shattered painting, its fragmented surface depicting a scene of knights battling what seemed like a tall woman with fiery red hair clad in gold armour and a long flowing skirt beneath a blood-red sky.
Clutching the hilt of a sword that felt both foreign and strangely natural in his grip, Harry took a hesitant step forward. His heart pounded in his chest as memories from his previous life clashed with the reality of this new world. He was Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, the wizard who had faced down the darkest of evils in his own universe.
His thoughts drifted back to the last battle he had fought—the Battle of Hogwarts. He remembered the camaraderie of his friends, the rush of adrenaline as they stood together against the forces of darkness. And then, there was Voldemort's final, desperate curse. He had been ready to accept whatever fate awaited him, to finally put an end to the cycle of violence and death that had plagued his life.
Questions flooded his mind like a torrential downpour. Was this some kind of afterlife? Had he been transported to another dimension? Was he truly dead, or was this merely a dream, a nightmare conjured by a mind that had experienced too much? He struggled to recall the events that had led him here, but the memories remained frustratingly elusive, slipping through his grasp like sand.
With a deep breath, Harry ventured further into the castle, his footsteps echoing off the ancient stone floors. As he moved, he became aware of a strange sensation, a tingling at the back of his mind that felt eerily familiar. Instinctively, he raised his free hand, palm outstretched, and whispered a single word.
"Lumos."
To his astonishment, a soft, warm light bloomed at the tip of his fingers, banishing the encroaching darkness around him. The illumination revealed a grand hall, its once opulent furnishings now reduced to mere remnants of their former glory. Tattered tapestries adorned the walls, their vibrant colours faded with age, and shattered glass littered the floor like diamonds scattered upon the ground.
The Lumos spell had been one of the first he had learned as a young wizard, a simple yet invaluable tool for navigating the darkness. The sight of the glowing light conjured a wave of memories from his past life—the Hogwarts corridors, his friends, his teachers, and the adventures that had shaped him into the person he had been. But here, in this forsaken place, the spell held a newfound significance, a bridge between his past and his present.
As he continued his exploration of the castle, Harry's magical instincts guided him. He experimented with other spells, weaving his fingers in intricate patterns, and incanting the words he had once known so well. To his amazement, fire danced from his fingertips, water formed from thin air, and gusts of wind swirled around him. Each spell carried a spark of recognition, a connection to the world of magic he had left behind.
His footsteps echoed through the hall as he ventured further, discovering a library tucked away in a corner of the castle. The shelves were lined with ancient tomes and scrolls, their titles written in languages he couldn't decipher. As he brushed his fingers over the spines, he realized that his memories of his previous life were intact—his knowledge of spells, potions, and magical creatures remained a part of him.
With newfound determination, Harry began to piece together his surroundings. He was in a world that was both enchanting and haunting, a place where magic was entwined with the very fabric of reality. But this world was also cursed, trapped in an unending eclipse that cast a pall of darkness over everything. The land itself seemed to be in turmoil, caught in a cycle of perpetual twilight and eerie silence.
As Harry gazed out of a window, his heart heavy with a sense of both loss and possibility, he could not help but wonder: had his journey truly ended with Voldemort's defeat, or was this a new chapter, a fresh adventure in a realm of mystery and danger? With his sword in hand and the memories of his past life guiding him, he knew that whatever lay ahead would test his courage, his magic, and the very essence of who he was.
With the castle thoroughly explored, Harry ventured beyond its decaying walls, stepping into the unknown expanse beyond. The land stretched out before him, a haunting tableau of twisted trees, gnarled roots, and foreboding shadows. Strange, otherworldly creatures lurked in the darkness; their eyes gleaming with an unnatural hunger.
For a moment, doubt gnawed at Harry's resolve. How could he, a mere mortal armed with magic and a sword, hope to survive in a world so unlike his own? But then, the memories of his battles against the forces of darkness in his previous life surged to the forefront of his mind. He had faced down Dementors, defeated dragons, and stood against the very embodiment of evil. This world, for all its strangeness, was no different in essence. In the distance, Harry spotted a vast tree reaching into the skies, towering over the lands as far as he could see. The tree emanated a golden hue, it's light seeming to shine across the land, breaking through the perpetual darkness that pervaded the lands around him.
With determination burning in his eyes, he set out on his journey, his steps guided by a strange golden hue in the air that seemed to be purposeful. He encountered a group of survivors huddled around a flickering bonfire, their faces etched with weariness and desperation. As he approached, they turned their gazes upon him, a mixture of curiosity and caution in their eyes.
"Who are you?" one of them asked, his voice tinged with both hope and wariness.
"I am Harry," Harry replied, his voice steady. "I... I don't fully understand how I came to be here, but I am determined to find answers and make sense of this world."
The survivors exchanged glances, their expressions softening as they sensed his sincerity. They introduced themselves one by one—Sorin, a grizzled warrior with a scarred past; Elara, a nimble archer with a sharp wit; and Kael, a skilled mage whose magic crackled with untamed energy. Each had their own reasons for enduring the trials of Elden Ring, but a shared determination bound them together.
"We are all tarnished" Sorin began with a wave of hand at everyone around "We were banished from the lands between for losing the blessing of the erdtree, that huge tree you see in the distance. From what we have been able to remember, we all followed Lord Godfrey, the first Elden Lord into exile when we lost the blessing of the Erdtree."
"We call it grace" Kael interjected with a grunt as Elara nodded.
"Anyways" Sorin continued "The erdtree is considered a blessing in the lands between and those who lost the blessing were considered outcasts and were banished by Queen Marika the eternal, the ruler of the lands between and a vessel for the Elden Ring which is a source for the Erdtree."
"I believe someone shattered the Elden ring" Kael broke in "That could explain why we can see Grace now."
"It does?" Harry asked
"Aye, I believe that we were brought back to mend the Elden ring and restore order to the lands between. We need to follow the grace in the air to know our path" Kael said.
The fire crackled and popped, casting flickering shadows across their faces as they spoke late into the night. Harry felt a warmth in his chest, a sense of belonging that he had missed since leaving behind his friends in his previous life as he listened to their stories of loss and resilience, of the battles they had fought and the sacrifices they had made. In this desolate land, he had found kindred spirits who shared his determination to face the unknown and emerge victorious.
As the first light of dawn broke through the perpetual darkness, casting a pale glow across the landscape, Harry realized that his journey was just beginning. He had been reborn in a cursed land, but he would not be defined by its hardships. With a renewed sense of purpose, he rose from his makeshift bed by the fire, his eyes fixed on the horizon. The adventure had begun. And with each step he took, Harry felt the echoes of his past life guiding him forward, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, a hero could rise to meet the challenges that lay ahead.
Days turned into nights as Harry and his newfound companions journeyed through the cursed landscape of Elden Ring. Their shared experiences and stories forged a bond of camaraderie as Harry was regaled with the tales of their Lord Godfrey, the first Elden Lord. It was during one such twilight, as the shadows deepened and the stars began to twinkle through the eternal night sky, that their journey led them to a desolate clearing.
The ground was littered with the remnants of what appeared to be a battlefield, the earth scarred and churned by the fierce clashes that had taken place. In the center of the clearing stood a grotesque monument to horror—an arachnid-like creature composed of grafted limbs. Its eight legs were a macabre fusion of arms and appendages, each ending in jagged claws that dug into the earth with an air of menace.
The creature's body was a patchwork of mismatched parts as if it had been assembled from various unfortunate beings. Its chitinous carapace was a patchwork of textures, colors, and sizes, held together by unnatural seams that glowed with an eerie, sickly light. Two swords were gripped in its uppermost arms, their edges honed to a deadly sharpness, while a massive shield made from interlocked bones and metal plates was mounted on its back.
As Harry and his companions approached, the creature's multiple eyes gleamed with a malevolent intelligence. Its hiss echoed through the clearing, sending a shiver down their spines. Sorin, his grip on his own sword tightening, glanced at Harry-as-Aric.
"We can't let it roam free," Sorin said, his voice low and determined. "It's a threat to anyone who crosses its path."
Elara notched an arrow to her bow, her eyes narrowing as she assessed the creature's formidable presence. "Agreed. But we need a strategy. Those swords and that shield make it formidable. We'll have to work together to bring it down."
Kael, his fingers twitching with anticipation, conjured a protective barrier around the group. "Stay behind me, I'll create a barrier to shield us from its attacks. Aric, use your magic and your sword to keep it off balance. Elara, target its legs to slow it down."
Harry-as-Aric nodded, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. He had faced his fair share of dangerous creatures in his previous life, but this amalgamation of limbs and malice was unlike anything he had encountered. As the creature lunged forward with surprising speed, its claws scraping against the earth, he focused his energy and chanted an incantation.
"Stupefy!"
A beam of magic shot from his outstretched wand hand, colliding with the creature's carapace. The impact staggered it for a moment, its advance halting. Seizing the opportunity, Elara's arrows found their mark, striking the creature's legs with pinpoint accuracy. The creature roared in pain, its legs buckling as its momentum was disrupted.
Sorin charged forward, his sword gleaming in the pale light, and delivered a powerful blow to one of the creature's arms. The sound of metal clashing against metal echoed through the clearing as the arm was severed, causing the creature to writhe and thrash in agony. Kael maintained his barrier, fending off the creature's retaliatory strikes with a shield of magic.
But the creature was not so easily defeated. With a sudden burst of fury, it swung its remaining arm with blinding speed, its swords slashing through the air. Harry narrowly avoided the deadly strike, his instincts and reflexes honed through years of magical training and combat. He retaliated with a series of well-aimed spells, fire erupting from his wand and scorching the creature's flesh.
The battle raged on, a symphony of magic, and steel. Each member of the group played their part, exploiting weaknesses and capitalizing on openings. As the creature's movements grew sluggish, its strength waning, Sorin delivered another blow—a powerful strike that cleaved through its central body, causing it to collapse in a grotesque heap.
Exhausted but triumphant, the group gathered around the fallen creature, their breathing heavy but their spirits high. They exchanged smiles of relief and shared a moment of victory. However, their joy was short-lived, as a sudden tremor rocked the ground beneath them.
The earth shook violently, sending shockwaves through the clearing. The ground erupted in a burst of dark energy, and a deafening roar filled the air. Before any of them could react, the creature rose once again with a roar, attacking with a renewed fury.
As the group's gaze fixed on the new threat, a sense of dread settled over them. The creature's presence was overwhelming, its power beyond comprehension. Harry's heart sank as he realized the magnitude of the danger they faced. He turned to his companions; his voice laced with urgency.
"We need to retreat, now!"
Sorin and Elara nodded, their expressions a mix of fear and determination. Kael, his brow furrowed, began to channel a spell to create a portal for their escape. But before he could complete the incantation, a wave of dark energy surged from the monstrous figure, engulfing the group in an overwhelming force.
Pain seared through Harry's body as he was thrown back, his vision blurring as the world spun around him. He struggled to stay conscious, to make sense of the chaos that had erupted around them. Through the haze, he saw Sorin and Elara fighting valiantly, their forms growing weaker with each passing moment.
In a desperate bid to protect his companions, Harry-as-Aric mustered every ounce of his magical strength. He conjured a barrier of shimmering light, hoping to shield them from the onslaught of darkness. But the force was too great, the creature's power too overwhelming. The barrier shattered like glass, and Harry was left defenseless as the darkness consumed him.
Time seemed to slow as the world faded into oblivion. The last thing Harry saw was the chitinous creature's malevolent gaze, its eyes fixed upon him with a hunger that sent chills down his spine. And then, everything went dark.
AN: Hey All, So, this is a crossover of Harry Potter and Elden Ring. The idea struck me one night so I put it to paper. I dunno if I will convert into a complete story or if it will be a one-shot. All the same, enjoy, read and review.