A/N: Randomly came up with this idea. It is a crossover that takes place in the world of Harry Potter. He ends up spending time in The Lands Between before coming back. I really got into Elden Ring and beat it multiple times with many different characters and build. I thought it might be fun to write this.
I based Harry off of my first character's build. I went Confessor and even though the starter class doesn't really matter, I stuck with a sword and an incantation build. It may not have been the best build, I'm no soulsborne expert, but it was a lot of fun for me. I loved having a combination of melee and mid to close range magic.
Just so you know. Harry will be very overpowered in this fic. He did survive the World of Elden Ring and became Elden Lord after all. He also doesn't need a hand seal to cast incantations. It is NSFW, but not sure how much will be done in the way of sex scenes. Plus, they'll probably be censored or at least very toned down on the fanfic version of this story. Things will be mentioned because of how the Harry Potter world is different… for reasons…
Harry chose Ranni the Witch's ending. This will be a Harry Potter x Ranni fic, with Hermione x Harry as a secondary pairing… for reasons…
Also, Ranni's ending will be changed/explained a bit from the English version of the game to hopefully more accurately reflect the original intention of it. It is fairly well known by this point, but the English translation messed up the idea behind her ending. More accurate translations show the meaning behind it is different from what it comes across as in the English version.
Chapter 1: A much Different World
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Ron Weasley asked in a slightly worried voice.
"This was your idea from the start. I thought we should wait a little longer to figure out how serious they are about patrolling and such," Harry Potter replied looking to his friend.
Ron was a tall and lanky boy in his first year at Hogwarts. He had bright flaming red hair, as all of his family did. He also had a light complexion with numerous freckles. This was again a family trait.
"I know it was my idea… But that was before I realized we might be going this far. I don't think even the Twins have been to this part of the castle. And they've been everywhere," Ron replied to Harry.
Harry was small for his age with raven black hair and piercing green eyes. He also had a very distinguishing feature which the entire wizard world instantly recognized. It was a lightning bolt shaped scar in the middle of his forehead. Some would say it was cool or dashing, but he didn't really like it himself.
Harry frowned as he thought over Ron's words. Ron did know more about magic and such. Harry wondered if maybe that gave him an extra sense of sorts. "Maybe you're right…" he answered. Harry preferred to avoid trouble usually, but this was a magic castle! It was a new world to him with no Dursleys, so he got a bit carried away exploring.
Ron seemed to relax a little. "Let's go back then," he said.
Harry nodded and they turned around, but something caught his eyes. "What's in there?" he asked.
Ron looked where Harry was pointing. "Don't know…" he said with some intrigue himself.
"Perhaps one more room?" Harry asked.
Ron frowned and gave a sigh. "Think I'll wait out here this time. Keep a lookout, just in case," he said.
Harry would have rolled his eyes, but he wouldn't do that. Ron was his best friend at Hogwarts and wasn't saying 'No' exactly. Unlike Hermione who always insisted on being a damper for all things fun. Perhaps there was something more to Harry's decision on exploring so much tonight.
Hermione, who was usually rather bossy and nosey, overheard them talking about looking around the castle. She then got on their case about being out past curfew again. Harry didn't usually mind her too much, but she did sometimes really get to him and Ron.
Harry then said to Ron, "Sounds good," before entering the room.
The place was mostly empty, but there was some strange stone tablet or something on the floor in the middle. It was also glowing mysteriously. Harry knew he should leave immediately, but then he felt Hermione would somehow be right or something. Harry was also a Gryffindor. He was not a Slytherin. He would never be a Slytherin! He was supposed to be from the House of the Brave. Someone brave wouldn't just run because of a glowing stone thingy on the floor.
Harry approached it. He felt… a flow… of some kind. The glowing circular disk… It was more like a large heavy stone disk… seemed to be humming with magic. He wanted to look at it closer. Harry then felt an urge, or calling, to touch it.
He couldn't really explain why he was so drawn to it. He couldn't explain why he would even think to touch some strange glowing stone thingy. It was as if he needed to touch it. He felt like there was something much more to the stone disk.
Something important.
"Maybe a medallion? Or a seal? Instead?" Harry thought out loud.
Whatever it was. There was something inside telling him he did need to touch it. That it was his destiny. That it was needed for more than just his world. Oddly enough, Harry could tell this wasn't some kind of outside influence, magical or not. It was something personal. Something deep inside him.
He stood next to the medallion/seal. He got down to his knees. He placed both hands on it.
Then there was a bright flash followed later by a magical explosion. An explosion that would greatly change the world Harry only recently discovered.
[-] [-] [-]
A bushy haired girl with a very slight tan named Hermione Granger sat alone in the Gryffindor common room with a frown on her face and stared at the entrance. This was rather unusual for her. She was usually found surrounded by text books, ink pots and scrolls of parchment. She was easily the most studious in her year, especially since others kept their distance from her.
Those people just didn't get it. They never would. She wasn't used to something like magic. Even if she was, why wouldn't she do all she could to understand it? She never figured out why it was people didn't study more.
At the moment though, she was very upset with one Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. They were the trouble makers in her year. She was honestly surprised they didn't spend every other day in detention. She had done a lot to make up for the house points they seemed hell-bent on losing.
"And they sneaked out again!" she huffed to herself. She was disappointed in them, especially Harry. She had thought Harry was more sensible and that it was usually Ron who acted boneheaded. She had told Harry not to go out again after what happened last time.
She then gave a sigh. She didn't get why she cared so much really. This wasn't worth her time. She could be sleeping, studying or reading a book in bed. She finally decided to get up after all and prayed they wouldn't get caught at least.
Even if they deserved it.
As she made her way to the stairs, she heard a deep sound of some kind coming from somewhere else in the castle. A moment later it was as if her world was surrounded in magical fire as pure chaos seemed to happen all around the magical world. She would soon find herself somewhere different from Hogwarts.
And this moment would end up changing who she was completely.
[-] [-] [-]
"Albus! You've seen how things are. Lucius and his people are gaining even more of a following. Are you sure we can't do anything about it?" A tiny and usually excitable man said through over a floo call.
"Dedalus…" an aged wizard replied. "You and I both know how things are now. You also know how my standing has greatly diminished. The name Albus Dumbledore now means very little of what is good. I'm not even Headmaster of Hogwarts anymore. I haven't been for some years," Albus replied.
"It's just… I don't like it, is all. And you know I think you deserve better. No one is to blame for The Burst. You handled it much better than anyone else would have," Dedalus said.
"Thank you, my friend. It is still a grave error and I am the one who has to take responsibility. I should let you go now," Albus said with a weak smile as he ended the floo call.
Albus Dumbledore was at one time a very respected wizard in the magical world, though that wasn't so much the case anymore. Not after that night. The Night years ago when Harry Potter vanished from Hogwarts. The night the world now called, "The Burst". Dumbledore's greatest failing many would say.
Many students were 'misplaced', as it was later called, that night as well. Luckily, the most important and prominent ones were found rather quickly. The others seemed to make do for the most part. Hogwarts was left just as strong and undamaged as ever that night. This meant students still attended the school to this day. Granted, a lot of additional protections and regulations were added.
It was a slight shame some of the more promising muggleborns weren't really found, but few were that concerned at the time. Even Dumbledore didn't actually care too much about them. He always said he did, but he never really did anything about them.
He did see them as the future of the magical world, but only because the old and established families kept dwindling in numbers. Magic was literally being bred out. Muggleborns were a solution to that.
As things were now… muggleborns were cared for even less. They did still serve their purpose though. There was however a new class of magicals in society now, which had turned out to be quite the boon for many and magical Britain as a whole.
This new class was called "The Lost Bloods". Ironically, many who were called muggleborn in the past fit into this new group presently. Lost Bloods were magically powerful individuals who were discovered to have magical ancestry, even if it was from the distant past… to a point.
After The Burst, things were very different and now muggleborns served as breeding stock or just an acceptable, but possibly frowned upon, sexual outlet. This happened because the magical world realized just how small and fragile, they were. How lucky they were many long and well-established bloodlines hadn't suddenly died out, especially that night.
Albus sighed in a way only someone his advanced age could. He took a sip of Ogden's Old, one of his favorites. "Almost 13 years…" he said to himself. That was how long ago The Burst happened. It was rather scary how much had changed since then, but Albus felt too old for such worries now. It didn't help matters the majority of the wizarding world, including many of his old and staunchest followers, were fine with how things were currently.
There had been some resistance to the changes that happened regarding muggleborns. However, when you can do almost anything sexually you want to an entire class of people, you soon become more agreeable on certain matters. On top of that, the muggleborns were more than willingly and eager to enjoy it. People didn't care they were this way because some powerful and deep magic was used on muggleborns who weren't found to be a Lost Blood.
Every muggleborn took a mandatory blood test before starting Hogwarts. If you were a Lost Blood, you were warmly and eagerly greeted by the magical world as a whole. If you were still just a muggleborn, you attended school to learn to control your magic, but there were heavy alterations made to you. These alterations made muggleborns very agreeable to "certain" activities and it just so happened most muggleborns were female.
Albus almost had to toast Lucius Malfoy and his faction using such difficult magic and knowing even better than he how people tick. Albus was also good at that, but he never thought to use such an approach. He oddly found it rather admirable they accomplished what they did.
At the same time in current society, muggleborns were extra protected in a way. Couldn't really make use of them if they were injured, sick or otherwise indisposed. Surprisingly, if you hated on muggleborns, you were shunned by most of the people in magical society. The most outspokenly hateful in that regard were even called out by those who once supported Lord Voldemort.
Albus took a long drink and gave a dry chuckle once he swallowed it. You could argue Malfoy, most famous and well-known former Death Eater, had in a way done the most to protect muggleborns. Malfoy and his lot had moved on and adjusted their outlook on magic, life, and politics. The fact Harry Potter was gone and Voldemort never returned caused them to rethink their life choices and positions to some degree.
"I suppose they accomplished their goals in a way. There is a new class below them. Muggleborns are seen as little better than sex objects for the most part. And his lot have even more wealth and power than before. Even while under their Dark Lord," Albus mused to his fireplace.
Honestly, Albus felt defeated, relieved and contented with his new lot in life. Defeated because he failed when it came to Harry Potter. Relieved because he no longer had to worry about politics and such. Contented since he was finally enjoying a rather good, and in his mind, well-earned retirement.
Albus contemplated his drink as he thought things over again. Dedalus got him into more of a reminiscing mood than usual it seemed. Albus had once placed so much faith in that prophecy he heard regarding Voldemort, but after The Burst everything was different. Dumbledore was no longer needed in the magical world. He would have preferred to end things on his own terms, but it wasn't that bad. He couldn't really complain too much from a personal stand point.
Albus took another sip and started making plans for a new trip. In retirement, he had taken up muggle golf as a past time. He was well enough off, and had magic if needed, to go to the best and most exotic golf courses around the world. A part of him always found muggles quaint, especially their various pastimes.
"Really… a sport around hitting a small white ball as far as you can to a hole in the ground… Muggles come up with the most amusing things sometimes," he chuckled to himself. Muggles also had a lot more when it came to alcohol and golf seemed to do a decent job incorporating that into the sport's atmosphere.
Yes indeed. Things could be better, but they were far from disappointing for Albus Dumbledore.
[-] [-] [-]
A beautiful witch with a slight tan gave a stretch before standing up from her desk. She just finished the documents she needed for yet another sale. She was in a very good mood today and decided it was time to go treat herself a little. There was a great coffee and drink shop nearby. She knew the owner of the company and the local branch. One of the pluses to her job.
"You really do have such lovely hair, Hermione," an attractive blonde witch with stylish hair said from her own desk.
Hermione gave a small laugh that most would describe as just the right amount of enchanting. "When I was younger, it was such a mess and hassle. Believe it or not," Hermione said to her.
"Really?!" the blonde witch asked in surprise.
Hermione nodded.
"But it's such a lovely curtain of loose brown curls now," the witch said in disbelief.
Hermione laughed again and leaned closer to the other witch. "I did grow up," she said in a jokingly conspiratorial manner.
The blonde witch laughed and shook her head in amusement. "You really do set the bar high. Beauty. Brains. And very successful at your job. I doubt we would be the best Magic Real Estate company in world without you," she said.
"I am good at what I do. But, so are we all. It takes more than just one person to make a company work this successfully. Especially from where it started," Hermione said.
The blonde laughed louder to that. "You're probably right. We would just be the best in Britain if it was you alone doing well," she said.
Hermione laughed to that. "I'm stepping out for a moment to get myself a drink," she then said to the other witch.
"Okay. Be sure to treat yourself extra special today. Your birthday is right around the corner," the blonde witch said as she got back to her own work with renewed vigor.
"Sure will," Hermione said as she left. She couldn't believe she was almost 25. Her life was so different from what she ever thought it would be.
She never saw herself as a realtor, let alone one that would do almost anything to get a deal done. She was also the expert at selling so-called "Dark Properties". She did plenty of the others as well, but she was very good at dealing with dark properties. She knew how to cleanse it and the right people to get in touch with to fix and deal with any other issues.
She also wasn't too opposed to using her personal assets to smooth things out, if needed. It was even rather enjoyable most of the time. That was probably one of the biggest changes she went through. That was taking into account she never finished Hogwarts. She passed both the OWLs and NEWTs on her own. Real world experience with magic turned out to be much more effective than books.
Oh, how she hated coming to terms with that realization when she was younger.
After The Burst, she was severely "misplaced" in the world. She had no idea where she was at first. She didn't know what to do to get back either. It wasn't a very "nice" place where she landed. She had been scared of what to do for so long. She even resorted to using blatant magic in a heavily muggle area out of desperation at times. Nothing too dangerous, but blatant never the less.
That made things both worse and better for her…
It turned out The Burst broke the trace on her wand. She also discovered the Ministry didn't really pay too much attention to magic use around muggles in many cases. She would later learn they only cared about covering up in most instances.
The Obliviators were always first on the scene, if it warranted attention in the first place. There was only a trial if large scale death or injury was involved. It really did seem Mr. Weasley was the only one who actually cared about muggles in the magical world, especially at the Ministry of Magic.
Needless to say, the experience quickly shattered her worldview. She always looked up to authority figures. She would even now admit she downright worshipped them almost. At that time, she learned how few, if any, such figures deserved to be looked up to. She also came to realize how little she mattered in the magical world as a muggleborn.
That was before the policy changes started. She got lucky there. She was a Lost Blood. She even got a small fortune from an old family vault at Gringotts. This let her get a new start.
And a new start she took.
Once she realized she could use magic without serious repercussions, especially with her level of intelligence, she started solving her own problems. Getting back to Magical Britain was extremely easy after that. She felt like she was unleashed, you could say. Nothing was holding her back, even if she never realized she was being held back in the past. People would wonder why it was she ended up going into Magic Real Estate considering this. It turned out to speak to her though.
She loved learning about properties, especially the ones she now specialized in. A big part of her success was learning how to deal with residual dark magic energy and other issues. Not only did her good study habits pay off without the stress, but she was able to quickly put what she learned into real practice. She could easily be a Curse Breaker with her new found knowledge if she wanted, but she liked staying and living in magical Britain.
She also felt working for Gringotts would unwillingly drag her into politics or something. She didn't want that. Not after her illusions regarding authority figures were shattered. It would be too stressful for her in a way she wouldn't like. She had spent plenty of time in her life stressing over things a lot, especially when studying. With how things turned out in the end for her, she felt that kind of stress was useless and a waste.
In Magic Real Estate, she got to enjoy working under pressure in a way she came to love. She also got to meet and know a lot of people. That was something she came to really like. This surprised her considering she had always been isolated in her past. Once she was no longer extra bossy and stopped seeing herself as so much better than others, she liked being around people and they liked being around her a lot.
There were some "less than savory" aspects, but those weren't too bad. Hermione also realized that was the way things were everywhere in magical society. She took to studying that as well. She had a much better understanding of people, both the good sides and the not as good sides.
Hermione took a sip from her Iced Vanilla Star Matcha Latte as she sat at a hovering dining platform overlooking the area. The drink was pretty much a Matcha Latte with some vanilla flavoring and a magical flavoring that really could only be described as tasting like stars. For better or worse, the new polices brought about a lot of prosperity to the magical world. Lost Bloods were the definitive driving force behind it.
Lost Bloods knew the muggle world and what such knowledge meant, but like her, they all loved the magical world. They also didn't have the prejudice they once faced as muggleborns growing up. They found new and exciting ways to take muggle ingenuity and technology and mix it together with magic.
Part of her may have been more than a bit disgusted by everything at first, but she had done well and a lot had changed. The fact she became more focused on her own issues instead, got rid of that part of her. You could easily argue she was more cold-hearted than she used to be. She wasn't mean or anything and she did a lot of good for others as well. She was very good at meeting her clients' needs, even the things they realize they needed. She just wasn't the type to start some grand crusade no one cared about in real life anymore.
There was still one part of her she didn't really like that occasionally popped up from time to time. Harry Potter was still on her mind at times. She saw him as the reason her life took the turn it did, even if it was unintentional on his part. She hated how he so very thoroughly and unpleasantly shattered her worldview without even meaning to do so.
But she was also thankful to him…
If it wasn't for whatever he did to cause The Burst, which she was definitely sure he had a hand in, she wouldn't be who she was today. The magical world wouldn't have changed as it did in both good and less than good ways. She also wouldn't have the life she did. A life she loved, even with the "unsavory" parts.
Those parts weren't as bad as people would have you think. There was even fun to be had with them.
[-] [-] [-]
In a place which looked much like a massive arena in a void of emptiness, there stood a stone figure cracked and heavily damaged. The head of said figure was on the ground and looked to have blonde hair growing from it.
There was a heavy silence with the only sound being similar to wind. The atmosphere could easily be described as calm but eerily peaceful. It almost felt wrong considering what had just transpired there. The fate of an entire world was decided.
A mighty god had been slain by someone from beyond the fog. Someone of no renown in this world.
A figure wearing Crucible Knight Armor stood catching their breath as a curved great sword rested on his shoulder. The armor had a worn reddish metallic coloration to it with a likeness of the Erdtree's primordial form in the center of the torso. There was a thread bare cape on the back which still had hints of an intricate design on quality but hardy cloth. The helm upon his head was sturdy with an axe like design.
The figure took a moment to realize what all he had been through to get to this point. It had been a lot. He now had a number of options choose from and dictate the fate of a world.
However, he made a promise to someone he had quickly come to see as dear. He would keep that promise.
The young man approached the stone figure. The remains of a vessel to the slain god. He stopped short of it and kneeled down to trace something on the floor. He touched the symbol with a hand once it was finished.
A beautiful woman with four arms dressed in all white materialized on the spot.
"The battle is over, I see," she started as she looked to her love, her Lord.
The new Elden Lord remained silent and still. He would not interrupt her. This was a moment for his silence, even though he wished to say so much to her. He could wait a moment or two longer though. They would have plenty of time together after this.
Ranni walked forward and knelt down for a moment to pick up the crumbling remains of what had been Radagon's shell, Queen Marika. The once goddess worshipped by all. The all-powerful ruler of this world. The one who had torn apart Ranni's family.
A puppet for The Greater Will the whole while.
Ranni raised her predecessor's head as a dark moon rose before her. The stone remains turned to golden flecks of light before vanishing into the air.
"To every living being, and every living soul. Now cometh the Age of the Stars. A thousand year voyage under the wisdom of the Moon. Now beginneth the chill night that encompasses all, reaching the great beyond. Into fear, doubt and loneliness… as the path stretcheth into darkness," she declared as she made her pledge to the people on the Lands Between.
They may not fully understand what she had done yet. They might even claim she was a villain, but that was fine. She would no longer be in this world and it would be free of influences such as the two fingers. A world free to determine its own fate.
For better or worse…
The path mentioned in the pledge would be hers to take. However, it wouldn't be as lonely as she had once thought.
Her pledge made. Ranni turned to her lord and gave a slight but beautiful smile. She reached out a hand and asked, "Shall we? My Dear Consort, Eternal?"
The armored man stood up and reached for her hand. He then said with a smile hidden by his helmet, "Yes. Let us go on this journey together, my Dear Ranni."
"Wouldst, thou let me see thy face once again?" she asked.
The man gave a chuckle as he finally removed his helmet. Handsomely untidy raven black hair spilled from the helmet. Unobscured striking green eyes gazed at the woman he loved and pledged himself too. If it wasn't for the very faint lightning bolt shaped scar on the middle of his forehead, no one from his past would know this man was Harry Potter.
Harry was no longer the short, seemingly quiet, and far too skinny boy he had once been. He was tall, strongly built and with a confidence only winning countless battles could give someone. He no longer wore, or needed, the taped together thick black rimmed glasses he had in the past. After he touched that seal, he went through a lot of changes before ending up where he did as the ancient power was absorbed into him. One such change was a correcting of his vision.
The world he came to was far from easy. It was tough, harsh, ugly, but also with plenty of wonder and beauty. He had been through a lot. Some of it, he wasn't proud of. Most of it, far too much for others to handle. All of it would forever stay with him.
Harry was overall mostly proud of what he did. He realized this was the best anyone who went through what he did could hope for in the end. He helped rid a people of a maddening influence which controlled the world but didn't fully understand it. He helped someone deserving, achieve their goals.
It also didn't hurt that the someone he helped was beautiful and lovely.
"Where all will we go?" Harry then asked.
"As far as we want. The further the better. I may be this world's goddess now, but my plan reamainth the same. Sperate such influences as gods from The Lands Between," she said.
She then gave Harry a smile that was slightly scheming. "There is however one destination we must taketh first," she started as Harry looked to her in question.
A/N: End of chapter one.
No idea where this story is going and I have a lot of them I need to really write more, but I have lots of ideas and other future chapters written.
While it goes without saying and I'm not sure how much this kind of thing happens. Anyone can write their own fics based of ideas here or other inspirations, if any, they get from my stories. I always encourage it.
Whenever someone messages me about things they think should be different and they do so with massive 'versions' of story events, I tell them to write their own story. And I mean it. I may not be the most constant or well written of fanfic writers, but the reason I started is because I read stories that I wished went differently.
So, by all means, do the same. I don't mind hearing ideas and such from others, but I don't like it when I get entire pages of alterations. Which has happened to me before. Write the story you want, you might just be surprised how many others enjoy the stories you tell as well.