Deadly Premonition.

A Deadly Premonition/Harry Potter Crossover

This is what happens when you start playing a stupidly addictive RPG while in other spare time reading Harry Potter Fanfiction ^^ a crossover idea.

This is just 2 segments of the idea that I've written going with the idea in my head about Harry having arrived there shortly before the game starts.

Warning: This will contain character death in future chapters that appear in it.

Warning: the second scene this has can technically be considered a spoiler (although with a Harry Potter twist ^^) doesn't spoil anything major but does hint at what happens to one of the characters, so if you're playing the game and are not up to that bit then don't read it.

Scene 1: Arrival in the Woods

"Ugh… where am I?" Harry muttered slowly lifting himself up rain pounding against his back as he reached around looking for his glasses. "That Portkey… whose idea was it for me to test it?" Harry groaned as he slowly tried to lift himself to his feet his knees buckling as gripped a low hanging branch panting heavily as he tried to keep standing. "That… oh Merlin that was painful." Harry muttered as he looked around the dark forest. "Where did that dump me?" He whispered stumbling forwards into the treeline looking down at the ground as a purple fog was wrapping around the base of the trees slowly going thicker as he moved into the forest. He stopped leaning against a tree as he rubbed at the bridge of his nose, grateful that he had looked up a magical method to fix his eyesight because he knew that his glasses wouldn't have survived that trip. "Test a new portkey they say, it'll be fun they say!" Harry muttered aloud as he walked along the path feeling the weakness from the long distance portkey wearing off.

His clothing and his hair were quickly becoming soaked a mixture of the rain falling through gaps in the trees and off the leaves as he walked. "Is there anyone about?" He asked himself not hearing anything at all. No people, no animals, no nothing. "Then again I don't think there is anybody stupid enough to be in this rain." He muttered as he walked out onto a forest path. "Ah ha, maybe I can get out of here and find somewhere to rest until I can apparate back." Walking along his footsteps louder as it splashed the water up, the puddles already forming in the well-worn mud path. "A lot of people must have used this path at some point." He muttered looking at the edge of the pathway. "Though with the overgrowth, no one has been here in a while." He continued his musing as he walked along the fog still building up. Harry turned glancing over his shoulder. "What the?"

Behind him the pathway had become completely shrouded in fog. "This is strange… is it blocking my way back?" He questioned his hand slowly reaching for his wand still secured in his holster. "Is it magical?" He muttered as he continued walking down the path. "It can't be natural, purple fog… what spells make something like this." Harry questioned as he mentally checked through the spells. "Nothing I can think of, this cant be good." Harry muttered and continued walking down the path blinking away the water from the rain as it ran down his face. Continuing to walk he frowned as he saw lights up ahead. "Lamps so close and yet nothing here?" He questioned glancing around the path looking up at the lamps that were marking the path completely dead, either smashed or just plain not working. "I think someone's left the welcome sign out for me." Harry muttered walking along the path grateful for the light though as it revealed more of what was to head. "Is that, someone ahead?" He questioned as he saw a figure stumble into a small wooden shack. "Hello?" Harry called out running forwards down the path stumbling slightly on the slippery floor and slams into the door his hand gripping the handle twisting it and opening it as he moves into the room. "Ok, no a smooth entrance, but I have done what I've done, now where was the person I saw come… in… here." Harry muttered trailing off as he looked around the small single roomed shack, the shelves filled with a variety of different rusting tools and mechanical items as a generator sat whirring away. Harry stepped over to it looking dubious as he placed his hand against it. "This is running? But why? This area looks like no one has gone through here in a while." He continued to ponder the question and froze a chill running up his spine as he heard a moan behind him.

"Let me go!" The voice called out slow, hollow and mournful as Harry turned around a woman standing in a blue and white floral dress was slowly shambling towards him hands out reaching to him trying to grab him. This alone wouldn't have been much of a concern, a lone Inferi would be no problem to deal with but this one wasn't normal, nor was it an Inferi. Its body leant backwards as it walked backwards reaching out to him blood encrusted around its mouth giving it a clown smile, blood also forming lines down from her eyes.

"You suffered horribly before you died." Harry whispered, taking a deep breath as he drew his wand aiming at the woman, seeing the deadness in the eyes as the creature moved. It wasn't so much of a step than a full blown minor apparation jump as it was standing in one spot and then suddenly nearly on top of him a slight blur of movement all that showed him where she had been before. It groaned again reaching out for him and Harry shuffled backwards avoiding the grip the body flailing wildly as it missed struggling to keep its balance in the position it was in. "Reducto." He said softly jabbing his wand in the direction of the woman. The spell hit her and instead of the normal solid object exploding effect that followed the spell the woman lurched back purple 'blood' exploded from her head as she staggered dropping to her knees and slowly falling to the floor.

"Don't want to die!" She cried out her arms reaching up as her and Harry looked away a small feeling of guilt as more of the purple 'blood' pooled up around her bubbling as her body slowly disintergrated.

"Something strange is going on here." He muttered walking towards the doorway and looking out. "Perhaps heading out into the rain isnt the best thing to do." He slowly muttered as he checked his watch. "What the?" He whispered looking as he watched the minute and hour hands spinning rapidly. "What is going here?" He questioned and looked up seeing more of these figures pulling themselves out of the ground.

Scene 2: The Muses Gallery.

He stood watching her as she walked through the art gallery looking at the pictures. Harry still didn't know what to make of Diane, she was forward quite manipulative in getting what she wants and yet at the same time it was also obvious at her manipulations even then, people still got along with her… well people of the male persuasion.

"So why are you still here Harry?" She questioned looking at him after adjusting a picture, straightening it out. "Shouldn't you be trying to find your way home?" She questioned and Harry shrugged his shoulders in a non committal kind of way.

"I have no need to rush back, there's no one waiting for me there, no problems that I've left behind that need fixing and friends that are busy with their personal lives at the moment." He explained walking around the room slowly his eyes flicking between the doors and windows keeping an eye on things. "Besides, something is very off about this whole situation. I don't like it and my gut is telling me you're in danger." Harry spoke and Diane looked at him shaking her head and laughing. Her hair flicking out slightly as she did.

"In danger? Me?" She questioned and laughed. "Don't be silly, why would I be in any danger?" She questioned and Harry frowned at her cavalier attitude.

"You're laughing this off? Your sister just died, if what I've heard is true she gave you some items through the kids." His frown deepened at this. "I understand her logic in using the kids, everyone always overlooks children but I don't like it. It puts them at risk as well." He said and Diane looked off to one side looking slightly anguished.

"I didn't like that either. My sister was desperate and it hurts that she's dead, but what else can I do but go on and continue life?" She asked stepping over to him as Harry turned his head away from the door.

"I plan to find out who killed your sister and make them pay. Becky was a nice person from what I'd seen of her…" He looked away similar to how she did as the memories of that scene flashed to the front of his head. Becky strung up in the bathroom hanging there in pain trying to speak out. "Becky, Anna, the other victims from the other 'red seed cases'." Harry spoke, more to himself than to Diane though she looked at him in curiosity. 'The fact that this has so many connections across America is disturbing' Harry mentally added realising his slip up at her look of curiosity. "I don't know how many people have died and I'm not sure I want to know. Right now there have been two innocent girls who have been murdered. Murdered because of a mistake!" Harry snapped and turned away crossing his arms as he thinks.

"Mistake?" Diane questioned curiosity piqued by his choice of words.

"From what I've seen, there seems to have been some cult activity of some sort." Harry muttered again without thinking answering her question, grimacing slightly realising that if Agent York heard him talking about this with a possible suspect then he'd probably get into a hell of a lot of trouble. "But my gut is telling me you are in danger and so I'm sticking around."

"My own guardian knight." She said smirking and Harry shrugged.

"If that is what you want to believe, I shall do my best to make sure nothing of harm happens to you." He said taking a small bow as she walked away her heels tapping on the marble floor of the Gallery. "Just don't ask me about Art, I like looking at it, I will admit but ask me to remember the artists and all the different pieces and I'm hopeless with it." He commented following after her slowly, his footsteps quieter in comparison to her heels. "So what do you plan to do?" He slowly questioned and Diane ignored him walking into the next room the door clicking shut behind her the electronic lock beeping and sealing behind her. "Well… that's just antisocial." He muttered leaning against the door. "Tch… she should be safe there at least for now, I don't plan on going anywhere at this time." He muttered and walked back through the gallery. "Trees everywhere, Trees, trees and more trees!" He called out as he walked around the rooms looking at the various paintings. "I like nature as much as the next person but around here you only need to go outside to look at damn trees!" Harry cursed and froze as he heard the main doors opening. "Hold on a minute, who would be turning up now?" He questioned slowly ducking out of sight behind one of the inner gallery walls peeking round the edge as he saw a large man in an orange shirt and blue overalls. "Who is this?" He questioned, the man followed by a small dalmation dog that stopped turning and looking back in his direction. "Crap, did it here me?" Harry muttered ducking out of sight again.

"C'mon Willie, we need to keep going."

Beep, Beep, Beep. Beep Beep.

Click

The door unlocked and the man walked through with the dog following after. The door closed again and Harry let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding before walking back out. "so much for me guarding her, I cant even get into where she's staying and I just let someone walk straight in." Harry muttered with disgust at his own actions.

'Only one way to get through this door. Without trying every combination that is.' Harry mentally joked as he drew his wand.

"Reducto!" He called out the spell hitting the locking mechanism of the door blowing it away, shards of wood scattering out into the room. Stepping in Harry smiled as he flicked his wand back at the door. "Repairo." He muttered again the shards of wood bouncing back into position the lock clicking shut. "Should have done that before." Harry muttered to himself as he continued walking heading towards Diane's living area. "I haven't seen that guy around town before, how does he know Diane?" Harry muttered thoughtfully scratching his chin.

Walking up to the door he stopped leaning against the wall next to it listening as the two spoke, not listening so much to the words so much as he was just listening to make sure she was ok. Closing his eyes he let out a sigh rubbing at the bridge of his nose. "I'm not here to wreck her personal life, her habits can stay as they are." He muttered quietly tapping his foot lightly on the floor as he hummed to himself idly. "I'm gonna stick close to her though, her sister was murdered…" He muttered again repeating that to keep himself focused as he looked out the window up at the darkening sky. "It looks like rain this evening… bad news always seems to follow the rain." He closed his eyes as the mental image of Beckys death flashed before him. 'Too slow then, too slow to click that something bad was going to happen to Anna, I won't be too slow this time.'

The rain started to fall, a loud crack of thunder drawing his attention to the window again as moments later the sky was illuminated by Lightning. "This is going to be one hell of a storm." Harry muttered as he heard a door click open and Harry turned leaning softly against the door as he heard Diane lead the man into a different room. Gently twisting the handle the door creaked slightly as he opened the door stepping into the room Harry watched as in another room Diane gestured for the man to climb down a ladder into a room closing the hatch after he was down sliding a padlock into place. "What are you doing?" Harry questioned slowly as she turned around and glanced at the doorway before taking a calming breath.

"You may want to get out of sight. Someone's coming." She said calmly and Harry nodded his head stepping back towards a wardrobe that was open. Harry stepped into it and she closed the door on it sliding a small lock into place as Harry cursed himself again.

'She's trying to keep me out of this, she knows who's coming and what they're planning, is she being an idiot!' Harry mentally questioned as he heard a grating sound. 'Crap, he's here!'

"Well, this is a surprise." Diane spoke and Harry watched through the gap in the wardrobe doors as she stood at the foot of her bed as the raincoat killer walked towards her and stopped looking directly at her, Harry only able to hear his heavy breathing. "I didn't expect it to be you, I am impressed." She continued a slight crack in her voice showing her nervousness. The man moved forwards gloved hand gripping her throat and she gasped struggling against his grip. "No, get off me!" She called out and Harry growled his hands slamming into the wardrobe door a loud bang distracting the man. He threw Diane to the floor turning to the Wardrobe and Harry snapped his hand up using his almost signature spell with how much he used it here.

"REDUCTO!" He called out the doors bursting open chunks of wood flying out across the room, Diane let out a cry covering her head and ducking down the side of the bed as she felt bits of wood fall onto her. Harry looked up at the raincoat killer who seemed taken aback by the action before he laughed wagging his finger mockingly at Harry. The man ran forwards ready to strike at Harry with his axe and he dived to the side rolling across the bed and landing next to Diane. "What are you waiting for? RUN!" He called but Diane hesitated fear overcoming her as Harry looked at the Raincoat Killer. "Expelliarmus!" He called out and the Killer was knocked back the axe embedding in the wall. The man didn't seem phased by it though and ran seemingly faster now that he didn't have the weapon and before Harry could react he was backhanded, awkwardly rolling back along the bed thudding painfully to the floor. He rolled onto his back looking up as the man had already moved back grabbing and pulling the axe free. "Shit!" Harry cried out rolling out the way as the man swung the axe. "This is not fun." Harry said as he pulled himself to his feet cursing at the limited room. Diane was still panicking and the killer was not looking Happy from what little he could see of his features that weren't covered by darkness. "I won't let you harm her." Harry said as he flicked his wrist the wand banishing several items at the killer who blocked them with his axe.

"You, will be, next." The man hissed and Harry involountarily shivered at the cold deadness of the voice.

"You'll have to kill me to get to her." Harry said as he slowly moved in front of Diane watching the killer very carefully.

The two locked eyes, emerald green focused on glowing blood red, for a moment Harry had flashbacks to his fights against Voldemort, the cold red eyes of his long time nemesis. His breath hitched slightly as he stood protectively in front of Diane and pointed his wand at the Killer. "This ends now, I failed before but I wont fail now. Reducto!" Harry called out and the spell shot at the Killer. The Killer laughed dodging the spell and Harry went for another one but he was already on him lifting him up with one hand with surprisingly little difficulty.

"You, will be, next." The man said and Harry was thrown back at the window crashing through it reaching helplessly as he felt himself falling down to towards the concrete of the Gallery's parking lot.

"Harry!" He heard Diane call and saw a glimpse of her at the window as he felt himself hit a solid surface his body bouncing as it hit the bonnet of the car. He reached up weakly his hand shaking heavily as he struggled to breath his entire body aching as he saw the killer grab Diane.

"No! I… won't… fail…" He muttered weakly as he passed out as a light started to shine on him gradually getting bigger.