Hello everyone, long time no see!

Man oh man it's been a long time since I'd felt the surge of creative juices required to start writing again, hell I think the last time I wrote ANYTHING was back in 2017 or so? I removed my old stories from this site one night in a slightly drunken stupor so I can't even go double check and for those of you wondering who might recall who I am and the couple Naruto fics I wrote back in the day, that's what happened to them, so y'know, my bad lol.

But let's get back to the point of this little intro portion of chapter one by saying I"M FUCKIN BACK BABY! That's right, after a several year long hiatus in my writing, mostly due to things like going to college, graduating college, working freelance in my chosen career (I'm a game artist yo!) and ye ol' global pandemic amongst loads of family drama, several moves across several states and finally after so long finding the drive and free time required to do some writing again! I'm gonna go ahead and apologize for anyone who might have been hoping that I might return to my old fics and rewrite them or continue them since putting them up for adoption and having them all be more or less abandoned by the new writers for them, I'm sad to tell you that I will not be going back to any of those fics any time in the foreseeable future. I've come to a point in my reading preferences that I've gotten pretty damn bored of Naruto based fics and crossovers.

That being said, I know there are probably a ton of good ones since I stopped reading, (In fact there is another Naruto/Cyberpunk crossover I AM reading because it's so far the best cyberpunk ANYTHING we have on this website to date in my humble opinion. It's called Night City Legends and it's written by the very talented DrunkenFicker, Seriously, go check it out!) but I've come to a point in my life where I don't really watch anime anymore with only a few exceptions so I don't feel like I'd be doing any of you justice by continuing with my old Naruto fics, sorry guys! So where does that leave us? Well I've decided to dip my toes into an overall untapped genre of this website and that is the wonderfully depressing and nova world of Cyberpunk, 2077 and Edgerunners (Edgerunners being one of those exceptions I mentioned before) mostly but I've also been playing a shit ton of Cyberpunk RED with a group I joined up with and that's been a real blast. I've actually got it in my head to try writing another fic separate from this one that is more or less just a retelling and written version of some of our better sessions but that's neither here nor there and way down the road for now.

I've decided to try my hand at a Cyberpunk/Harry Potter crossover which takes place in the cyberpunk universe in the year 2074 and I've chosen this time for a specific reason. From what I've seen thus far with some fics is, if it's a crossover like I'm attempting to do here, the crossover protagonist usually always ends up right as 2077 starts or during one of the first few first important missions leading to the heist. I didn't want to go this route with mine.

I've chosen Harry at the time of his sacrifice in the forbidden forest which puts him at 17 years old, going on 18 soon after that takes place. So by the time the Edgerunners plot would begin timeframe wise my Harry would have been in this world for two, going on three years which would put him at an adult age when those things start happening. I know wizarding age of majority or whatever starts at 17, but this isn't the wizarding world so normal rules apply as far as age restrictions go. Not like that's really saying much in Night City lol.

As far as this story goes, I've written/drawn up a rough draft synopsis that will help me direct events that will make Harry more familiar with Night City and the rest of his new world so that he's not a total fuckin gonk bumbling about like he's been chipped with faulty neuralware by the time the more familiar plots start coming around. That being said, I've gone ahead and given Harry his own "Arc" as it were that will span quite a few chapters leading up to those points. I plan for this fic to be a long one, going from when he arrives in this scary shiny new world all the way through edgerunners and through 2077 as well. I might even take it further than that, I'm not sure yet.

Alright, this intro has gone on for WAAAAAAY too long XD so let's just leave it at that for now and get to what y'all clicked the link for shall we? Also it's been like six years since I've written anything and I'm sure that's going to show, so I apologize ahead of time!

*DISCLAIMER* I do not own either Harry Potter, nor do I own Cyberpunk Edgerunners, Red, 2077 etc etc. If I did, I'd be a hell of a lot more financially stable and not have to live with my parents still. Both intellectual properties belong to their corresponding owners/creators, I am but a humble nerd bringing two franchises I love dearly together because I can.

Chapter One: Down, then out.

It's the smell that comes to him first.

Some people say that when you wake up or regain consciousness, the first thing we notice are sounds or maybe the light, but right now, in this particular moment, the first thing that Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived/Boy-Who-Lies/Triwizard Champion and several other titles notices, is the gods awful smell. Like being in a landfill and a dirty sewer all at once. Not even the oldest unused classrooms or snakeskin riddled passages of the Chamber of Secrets smelled anything even remotely this terrible. The second thing Harry notices is that he is absolutely covered in whatever smells so bad and that he is currently under enough of it to block out any possible sunlight.

It is with this realization that Harry gathers enough awareness of his body to get out of whatever rank pit he has ended up in, with a quick check of his faculties Harry manages to orient himself into what he hopes is a skyward facing position and begins crawling and digging his way up through piles of what he now knows to be garbage. Fast food wrappers and discarded plastics being the more 'pleasant' of the disgusting sticky mess he has found himself in. 'I must have be in the muggle world then.' he thinks to himself as no self respecting pureblood wizard would lower themselves to eating any kind of fast food, much less enough of it for there to be what has to be some kind of landfill for the junk. 'Muggleborns maybe, or the odd halfblood here or there.' he ponders, desperately hoping to keep his mind off the possible source of anything wet or slimy he touches in his self excavation upwards.

It takes him a lot longer than he, or even anyone, would like to breach the top layer of filth leading to his freedom. With a hand reaching straight up for a few moments, as if from a scene belonging to one of those old horror movies his cousin Duddley would sometimes watch when his parents weren't home to stop their precious 'Dudders' from rotting his brain with fantastical hogwash, regardless of genre. With a hand fumbling about in search of solid enough 'ground' in which to heave himself further upward, Harry finally pulls his entire upper body out of the tallest pile, or more like small mountain of garbage he had ever seen to date in his rather short life. With a deep inhale of what he hoped would be fresher air, Harry immediately checks his surroundings hoping to see anything he might recognize in order to figure out just where in the hell he is. His plan is met with his first obstacle. "What the..." The first thing noticed is that the mound of garbage seems to be placed in a wide alleyway between what looks like two very tall apartment complexes, but that isn't what gives Harry pause, for at the entrance of the alley and up in the sky is a view unlike anything Harry has ever seen.

Across a large body of water, skyscrapers towering high into the sky, as far as his eyes can see since as it turns out, the lack of light is due to the current time of day, whatever the time is right now it's late and dark. Well, dark might not be the operative word here, while the night sky is a pitch starless black, what really catches Harry's eyes are all of the lights, even from this distance the sheer amount of lights gracing the night sky is mind boggling but it's not even the overwhelming amount of lights themselves that is what's so attention grabbing. Some of those lights look like they are actually, "Are those...advertisements?" Harry asks himself aloud, the fact he is still waist deep in incredibly questionable substances and garbage momentarily forgotten in the face of a scene right out of a science fiction novel.

"Oh god, where the hell am I?" he whispers to the cold air, his breathe becoming slightly visible.

With a panicked huff and a lot of rapid clawing he manages to free himself completely before losing balance and falling down the side of the small mountain of smelly gross and onto the harsh not at all soft concrete below. The flash of pain from scrapped skin hardly even registers in his mind as Harry makes a run for the alley entryway only to come to an abrupt halt, "This isn't...h-how can this be?" he asks to himself as he feels his panic beginning to rise. 'Okay, stop and breathe for a minute Potter, try to calm down and think.' he thinks, trying to calm the quickly rising storm of thoughts before they go out of control and he spirals. 'What were you doing before waking up...where ever here is?'

-FLASHBACK-

The night was colder than usual as Harry Potter walked alone into the Forbidden Forest, maybe it was knowing that he had to face Lord Voldemort and sacrifice himself for the 'greater good', maybe it was the idea that he was about to die barely an adult so that the very few people he cared about would live. Or maybe it was just really cold that night, honestly he could see any one of these things being the reason for his shivering frame. Harry stops in a small clearing with the Resurrection stone in hand, he had brought it with him to hopefully give himself a small bit of courage before the end, "I don't know if I can do this..." he speaks aloud to his audience on none, he looks upon the small black stone in his palm with a small burst of curiosity. How could such a small thing have so much power, to be able to bring back the dead, even if only as an echo of what once was. "I could talk to Sirius again." he mourns for the man he never got to know, the man who wasted away in the hellpit that was Azkaban only to die while trying to pick Harry out of the fire in the Department of Mysteries. "I should apologize to Remus and Tonks." His heart breaks for the little boy that would grow up without getting to know and be loved by his parents, "At least he'll have his Grandmother to look out for him, Ron and Hermione too..." he says in some feign attempt to reassure himself that things would be okay for little Teddy Lupin.

"I can talk to my parents..." he continues, with a sudden and strong urge to use the stone growing and growing as time goes by. Suddenly his mind clears, a memory from hearing the story of the three brothers, "No...the stone only causes the dead pain, they deserve their rest and I don't need to hear them right now." a surge of determination coursed through his veins, he pockets the stone and continues his slow trek in the forest, after all. "I'll see them soon anyway." As Harry drew closer to his destination he could feel the weight of the Horcrux inside him, a dull ache becomes almost a splitting migraine the closer he gets to Voldemort's soul, a creature that parades as a man that needed to be destroyed. With each step, he prepared himself for the ultimate act of selflessness.

As Harry confronted Voldemort, the Dark Lord's cold, malicious voice filled the air, taunting him. Wand raised, Voldemort unleashed a the curse that started it all, the one spell thought to be impossible to survive, its green glow matched only by the green in Harry's eyes as it cut through the distance between them intending to end Harry's life once and for all. But as the spell collided with him, the Horcrux inside Harry reacted in a way none would expect. Instead of death, an explosion of otherworldly energy erupted, engulfing Harry, all he could see was a bright flash of green and 'Is that professor Dumbledore?' he thinks to himself incredulously before his consciousness failed him, his world turning to black.

-FLASHBACK END-

"And then I woke up in a pile of actual garbage..." Harry mumbles to himself, still staring out over the sight of the city in the distance, feeling like there is more to what happened but for the life of him he cannot remember what he's missing.

Harry stays there for a short while as his mind seems to reset itself, bringing with it a moment of clarity, quickly he pats himself down, checking pockets and limbs, making sure everything is still there. "Pants, check, shirt, check, glasses, check, resurrection stone, unfortunately check." he reaches for his left forearm, "Wand holster, check, wand, oh thank god, check." with a sigh of relief he places the wand back into it's holster, a gift from Remus shortly after the disaster in the department of mysteries. It had belonged to Sirius and was loaded with some extra security charms, the most important of which keeps his wand close to indestructible when sheathed and invisible to the Muggles. As he continues checking himself over he lets out a pained yelp as his hand ghosts over the spot of his curse scar. "What the hell?" he mumbles to himself before brandishing his wand to conjure a small mirror. What he sees gives him a small but elated feeling, his reflection shows his scar, the only thing people could use to easily identify him as the Boy-who-lived, was much larger, oh and sticky with drying blood. "I look like I fell down the stairs and landed on a knife..." he grumbles aloud as he carefully traces the fresh wound on his face and considering his not so graceful fall down the pile behind him, he's not exactly wrong.

The scar, once a small-ish lightning bolt has now grown to split his left eyebrow almost down to his eye as well as sliced up into his hair line a small ways. "How long was I in that trash pile before I woke up?" Harry ponders aloud as he conjures a small rag and wets it with a short cast of aguamenti before carefully wiping away the drying red stains on his face, it wouldn't due to be walking around with blood all over his face now, who knows what the people here might think of him otherwise and drawing less attention to himself the better. At least this way he can pretend he isn't about three steps from a mental breakdown at his situation. "Fake it til you make it right?" he mumbles to himself.

With that task done he returns his wand to its holster, not before casting a few quick spells to clean himself up and hopefully get rid of the smell, it's not ideal but it works for now. Now that he is newly clean-ish and presentable he leaves the alleyway completely and goes to see if he can find any information on just where he has ended up. That plan lasts for all of thirty second as he comes onto a main street with some people walking down sidewalks or even in the middle of the road, nobody seemed to care at the prospect of being ran over, but this isn't what has Harry flatfooted once more. It's the people themselves, everywhere he looks he sees people wearing clothing that feels more outlandish than the most colorful robes professor Dumbledore would have worn but not only that, if anything that's probably the most minor thing right now. There are people walking around with blatantly obvious prosthetics of some kind and if he didn't know any better, which he's rapidly feeling that he in fact does NOT know better, he'd say that these fake limbs are way more advanced than anything he'd seen in the Muggle world before, or heck even the magical world. Mad-eye Moody comes to mind immediately but even his own magical limbs paled in comparison to what Harry is seeing now.

Deciding to stick to the alleyways for now, considering how compared to everyone else around him he sticks out like a sore thumb, he continues to search the surrounding area in hoped of finding any kind of sign that might give him a name to put to his location, determined to avoid trouble until he can establish himself a bit. But of course, as usual for his life, trouble has a unique way of finding him no matter how careful he is. As Harry meandered through the labyrinthine alleys, he unknowingly caught the attention of a group of gang members, their eyes narrowing as they assessed the unfamiliar face in their midst. The gang's burly leader, a tall and well muscled man wearing baggy olive colored cargo pants tucked into heavy looking combat boots adorned with metal plates, he wore a sleeveless leather biker style vest depicting a viper baring it's fangs over a bare chest, he steps forward, his cybernetic enhancements gleaming ominously.

Viper approached Harry, his voice laced with suspicion. "Who the fuck are you, and what are you doing in our turf?"

Caught off guard, not having noticed their presence at all, 'Mad-eye would be having a fit if he could see me right now.' Harry thinks to himself, he then tries to defuse the situation. "I apologize if I've wandered into the wrong place. I'm simply trying to find my way." he explains, hoping they take his words at face value and let him pass.

The gang members exchanged glances, their suspicion mounting. One of them, a wiry figure with a large cybernetic eye, stepped forward. "You think you can just stroll through here without consequences? We don't take kindly to intruders."

Before Harry could explain himself further, a series of loud explosions erupted nearby, causing chaos and panic to ensue to the people wandering the streets nearby. The briefly startled gang members, believing that Harry was somehow responsible for the disruption, assumes he is part of some rival gang trying to make a move. Suddenly, the situation turns violent. The gang members, fueled by their misinterpretation, lunged at Harry with an obvious intent to harm if not outright kill based on a couple facial expressions he caught. Harry, ill-prepared for the onslaught now heading his way, has no choice but to swiftly dodge and evade their attacks, relying on his reflexes and instincts honed over the years of playing quidditch and living on the run to narrowly escape harm.

Spells and curses were out of the question, the possibility of being caught breaking the statute of secrecy hanging over his head, leaves Harry to rely solely on his physical prowess and quick thinking. He maneuvered through the chaos, charging out of the alleyway and towards the sounds of fighting that caused his current predicament, utilizing the crowded streets to his advantage, leaping over obstacles, and narrowly avoiding the incoming rain of gunfire of all things. 'Why the hell is everyone around here armed!?' Harry yells in his mind as he runs through the warzone around him, hoping to avoid the gang chasing him as well as any stray bullets flying about.

As the confusion mounted, Harry glimpsed a potential escape route—a narrow alleyway that offered a temporary respite from the relentless pursuit the path very narrow but with his smaller frame he could slip in no problem. Darting through the alley, he ran like he hasn't since his days of 'Harry Hunting' and despite his plan of using the narrow alley to escape his pursuers he can still hear them following, their heavy boots and angered shouting echoing behind him.

Breathing heavily, Harry eventually spots a way to possibly lose his pursuers, having ducked into a small alcove just behind a large overflowing dumpster, he had almost missed it in his frantic running. Just as he settles in and covers his mouth to mask his breathing, he hears the large one whom Harry will be referring to as Viper from now on, begin shouting orders to the rest. "He came around here, spread out and find the little shit! If that gonk thinks he's gonna attack our turf and avoid being flatlined then he's got another thing fucking coming to him!" this is followed by shouted agreements from several of the thugs as they run in all directions in hoped of catching their prey.

As the rest follow their orders, Harry can hear one of the other approach Viper, "Boss, I didn't have a chance to say before the fighting happened and that fucker pulled a runner but I gave him a scan before he got away." Harry recognizes this one as the slender guy with the weird robotic eye, 'I'll call him Mono for now.' Harry thinks as he listens in. "What'd you find then? Does the kid have some kind of cloaking chrome or something?" Viper asks, sounding irritated at the prospect of some punk kids being chipped with gear like that.

"That's the thing, I didn't get a read on anything from the kid, not even some basic neuralware or optics. I thinks he's completely ganic' boss." Mono explains sounding both confused and disbelieving at the same time.

This catches Viper off guard, "Totally ganic? You sayin he's pure meat, no chrome?" he asks, looking for clarification. Someone like that is incredibly rare in this day and age, hell even some young kids not even in their tweens yet have some kind of chrome at least, but this kid looked to be in his later teens at minimum. To go so long without chipping in was nearly unheard of. Someone like that was practically a ghost.

"Unless the gonk is packing some preem corpo tech to mask his chrome somehow, but based on how he looked I'd doubt anything like that being the case." Mono replies, his doubt thickly lacing his tone. "What should we do when we find him?" he asks, unaware of their audience of one paying very close attention to their conversation.

'I really wish I hadn't left my cloak with Neville right now.' Harry thinks to his own dismay having lent it to his friend before heading to his assumed demise, the plan had been for Neville to use the cloak to sneak up and kill Nagini not that any of that matters at this current time. Viper takes on a quick contemplative look for a moment, "We could always sell him to the Voodoo Boys for their so called magic rituals, a teenage white boy with no chrome has to be like sacrificing a virgin or something right?" he asks in a rhetorical way.

'Magic rituals!? There are wizards here practicing magic in the open?' Harry thinks in both relief and trepidation, if there are wizards in this weird city he's found himself in then maybe they can help him find a way home, on the other hand, from what these muggles are saying it sounds like these Voodoo Boys must be dark wizards. 'I'll have to try to find more information somehow, just in case they turn out to be a violent as these assholes are.' Harry thinks before listening back in.

"Shit, think I'd rather be zeroed in some back alley while taking a piss than end up on the wrong side of those psychos." Mono says with a shiver.

"You're gonna get zeroed in this alley choom if you don't get fucking looking for that ganic gonk, get fuckin moving!" Viper yells/orders finally having enough of the conversation, "If that little shit gets away before we can find out who he's with I'm gonna rip off your Mr. Stud and fucking feed it to you!"

"Shit boss, chill, I'm going!" Mono yelps as he starts running down the alley.

Viper watched his subordinate until he's out of view before slamming a fist into the dumpster Harry is hiding behind, narrowly avoiding letting out a yell and revealing his location. "I'm going to find you, and when I do you're going to wish you never set foot in Pacifica you little bastard." Viper grumbles aloud before running off in a different direction from the rest leaving Harry with some breathing room and a moment to rest up and gather his bearings.

Realizing the danger that this strange place posed Harry resolves to be more cautious and discreet, understanding that revealing his true identity as a wizard could lead to even greater misunderstandings and perilous situations. Especially at the hands of these "Voodoo Boys". With a newfound sense of wariness, Harry ventured back into the alleyway, being cautious of his surroundings and staying far away from the still ongoing fighting he can hear in the distance. With a silent promise made to himself to navigate this place more carefully, avoiding confrontations and seeking refuge being his main goal going forward.

"Alright, where did Viper say I was again?" Harry mumbles out loud, trying to recall the name he heard. "Pacifica I think he said? I've never heard of anywhere like that in the UK. Now that I think about it, both Viper and Mono had American accents, does that mean I'm in the states?" Harry ponders to himself as he makes his way to what looks like some kind of large hotel or apartment complex. it looks half abandoned, many of the room doorways being blocked off with boards of some kind. "I should see if I can get into one the empty rooms, it'd be good to have a place to hunker down in while I figure out my next move." with this thought in mind Harry sets out and starts climbing the trash covered stairs leading up to the higher floors. He decides to stop on the fourth, figuring nobody would suspect anyone to climb up around this much garbage in order to find a spot to rest.

With some luck Harry manages to find an entryway to one of the rooms via a loosely boarded window which came free after a couple hard tugs, leaving him a hole just big enough for him to squeeze through. After checking around to make sure nobody else might be living here, Harry quickly climbs inside the room and with the use of the levitation and sticking charms, replaces the board and covers the window fully once more. Now in complete darkness he casts and very low powered Lumos to provide enough light for him to see inside the room, but not be seen by anyone outside. Taking stock of his surroundings he finds himself in what looks like some kind of studio style apartment, there's an old and very dusty/dirty bed tucked in one corner, a small table with a backless broken chair beside it, what looks like a bathroom with a sink, toilet and some kind of shower. There's no kitchen area, not like Harry plans on cooking any meals here anyways. And lastly there's some kind of telly hanging on the wall unlike any he has seen. It's incredibly thin and obviously not working, not like this room would have any power.

It's with this thought that Harry decides step one to staying in his new temporary home, to scourgify every surface of the apartment, bed and all until he is absolutely sure he won't catch some kind of disease just be breathing in the air of this room. He admittedly goes kind of overboard on the bed, causing actual damage with the power he put into the cleaning spell, the blanket on top of the mattress being noticeably more threadbare than it was before he started. It's as he is cleaning the bathroom that he makes a pleasant discovery, the water is still running to this apartment, so either whoever owns the building never bothered to check that it was off or this is just standard procedure in this city. Who knows.

So after taking a quick shower and even conjuring some soap to scrub himself down with, Harry sits and relaxes on the bed for a minute, now that he finally has time to process what has happened since he first woke up. The first thing to happen are the tears, he couldn't have stopped them if he tried, they aren't the tears of someone who is sad but the tears of someone who is terrified and confused with their situation. "What am I going to do now?" Harry asks, desperately hoping that something might give him an answer. It's at this moment that the familiar feeling of the stone in his pocket makes itself known. He could ask someone for some guidance if anything else.

With that thought in mind Harry removes the stone from his pocket, closes his eyes and turns it around in his palm while thinking about who he wants to summon. after three turns and focusing on professor Dumbledore, he opens his eyes and looks around the room. "N-no..." Harry mutters to himself, the shade of Albus Dumbledore nowhere to be seen. With a budding sense of despair, he closes his eyes once more and thinks of someone else, after turning the stone three times once more Harry quickly opens his eyes and turns about the room frantically in search of Sirius or Remus, neither to be seen. "Please no, please!" he cries as he opens his palm to inspect the stone, noticing now for the first time that it has changed.

No longer does he hold a black stone with an etching of the Deathly Hallows in it's center, instead what he has is a white, almost cloudy stone with the etching of the Peverell coat of arms barely visible within. Now desperate and panicked, Harry once more closes his eyes and turns the stone three more times in his palm, his desire to see his parents encompassing his entire being. He slowly opens his eyes, tears dripping down his face as all he sees is the dimly lit room. Harry couldn't hold back the sobs that broke their way out of him. Dropping the stone to the floor Harry collapses onto the bed and huddles himself into a protective ball. His situation filling his every thought. He is lost, he is scared in a way he hasn't been since he was a young boy crying silent tears in his cupboard under the stairs and for the first time since his friend Hagrid brought him to a world full of magic and a place he might belong, Harry Potter is utterly and totally alone...

Alrighty, that's the end of chapter one, Harry is in a whole new world he can't possibly yet understand, a place of violence around every corner. How is he going to survive in a place without his best friends to help him? Who knows! XD You'll have to wait for the next chapter to find out where Harry goes from here. Like I said at the start of the chapter, I've got a rough draft of where things will be going for his introduction to Night City and the world of Cyberpunk. It's going to be a pretty rough ride for him in the beginning that's for damn sure.

Anyways, sorry again for my current lack of writing skills and for the rather short length of the chapter compared to what I used to do lol, I'm several years rusty at this point but I will only improve the more I do it so please bare with me! I'm going to be keeping the chapter lengths between 5k and 8k words so as to not burn myself out by trying to pad out things unnecessarily.

I hope you guys liked the first chapter and I will see y'all soon with chapter 2!