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Shoreditch, London, 28th June 1985 (Friday)

Vernon Dursley was quietly sitting in what was probably the most generic office lounge in all of London for his monthly meeting with the chief engineer of H&H mining, the company that owned the majority of the stocks of his own drill firm, Grunnings. Vernon didn't like these meetings, but he had little say in the matter. At the very least, they took him away from the drama that his wife's family seemed hell-bent on bringing into his life thanks to Petunia's freak of a sister and her crotch-spawn. A deep frown appeared on his face as he remembered the last of their many fights regarding the little shitling.

"All good, Vern?"

Vernon looked up, recognizing the pale, emancipated man as John Argyn. He had known the man since their time together at Smeltings, and had been exceedingly happy when he discovered 6 years ago that the man had made a great career at H&H mining. And, just as one would have expected from such an old friendship, John had become his unofficial liaison within H&H and the Pentex megacorporation at large.

Vernon shrugged.

"It's nothing, just my wife bugging me."

"Women." Said John, nodding sagely as if that single word contained all the wisdom in the world.

"She's freaking out about my waste of space of a nephew again. 'We can't let the freak live here anymore', 'What would the neighbors think when the freak starts going to school' 'Vernon, you gotta find a solution!' and every time I tell her to just put the snotling up for adoption, she screeches out some bullshit excuse and refuses."

John nodded again "The kid's 5, right? Why don't you just send him to a boarding school in September?"

Vernon snorted "Ya think I'll fork over the money for that? For Dudley sure, but for the freak?"

John looked at his colleague quizzically. "What money? Homogenity Incorporated offers free schooling for children and family members of all Pentex subsidiaries"

At this Vernon perked up, his frustration suddenly gone.

"Free, you say? Wait… wasn't Homogenity that gay conversion thingy?"

John winced, as if remembering something unpleasant. "Yeah, they got lots of flak for it. Lost some major financial aid for it, too. They gotta rebrand themselves if they want to keep making money. Don't get me wrong, they still do conversion therapy on the side, but they are mainly a free charter school available to all Pentex employees. Got the qualifications and everything. Full schooling from elementary to high school, 10 months a year with the option of summer school for the remaining two. If you send him there, the boy will be out of your house year-round. And, best of all, once he graduates he'll have a guaranteed career in Pentex."

Vernon snorted "Boy's too stupid to work an office job. Besides, Grunnings ain't a subsidiary."

John shrugged. "H&H is your majority shareholder, you're a subsidiary in all but name. Plus, I'm sure if I put a good word they'll just ignore the legalese and make it happen. Then, if the boy is really that dumb, they'll just ship him off to work on a fishing boat for Hallahan. Or down a H&H mine."

Vernon smiled. If these Homogenity folks were able to beat the gay out of people, they would certainly be able to beat the freaky out of his nephew. Plus, having the freak out of his house forever? For free? While still being able to brag at how good people they were for taking care of him? He smiled. Yes, this could definitely work.

Park Royal, London, 4th September 1985 (Wednesday)

Harry walked across the dirt road toward the massive building covered in green sheet metal, a large and intimidating man in a black suit carrying the trolley with all his belongings standing right behind him. Uncle Vernon had told him he found this great boarding school via his workplace and had sworn that if Harry tossed away this golden opportunity because he could not behave, he would make sure Harry would spend the rest of his life in a cardboard box on the streets. Harry had seen some of these people and had immediately promised his uncle he would be the best and most disciplined student in all of England. Aunt Petunia had screeched at him for implying that her beloved Diddykin was worse than him and sent him to bed without dinner. Now, he was just hoping he didn't make another mistake. He didn't want to insult his new classmates by implying he was better than them.

The man with his trunk shoved him forward. "Move, boy. I have more kids to pick up."

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir."

Harry dashed across the beaten road into the main entrance. The inside of the building was as devoid of personality as the outside, a simple long stretch of corridors that seemed to be constructed entirely out of gray sheet metal. Harry looked at the man overtaking him and followed him down the left corridor, passing through a handful of doors before stopping in front of yet another room with the number 507 painted over it. The man opened the door, revealing a room completely barren with the sole exception of two bunk beds and four tiny wardrobes. Two kids, one 12-year old and a smaller one no older than 6, were in the process of emptying their trunks in their respective wardrobes and stopped as soon as they saw the door being opened.

"You got a new roommate.- he then turned to Harry- These two will be your roommates for the foreseeable future. You three will wake up at 6:00 sharp and will have exactly 30 minutes to wash, make your bed and head to the cafeteria in room 500. At 7:00 you will be expected to be sitting in the main temple in room 3 for group worship. At 8:00 you will head to the gym for your morning exercises, then you will be assigned to a class. You will follow your instructor and classmates to the assigned room for your morning lectures. At 12:00 you will have one free hour for lunch in the cafeteria in room 500, after which you will return to your class for the afternoon lectures. At 17:00 you will be free to do as you please, but you better remember that dinner will be served in the cafeteria between 20:00 and 21:00, don't be late or you'll miss it. You are allowed to use recreational rooms 436, 496 and 598 and will be able to use rooms 69 and 420 upon reaching the appropriate age. You have to be back in your room before 22:00 or you will be locked outside and will have to sleep in the corridors. The closest bathroom is room 525."

The man slammed down Harry's trunk on one of the empty beds and left the room, without so much as looking towards the kids.

Harry looked at the two other kids in the room.

"H-Hello?"

The older kid smirked, extending his hand.

"Edwin Davis. Don't worry about instructor David, he's like that to everyone. He was a drill sergeant in the army before working here, you'll get used to it during morning exercises. Oh, the little one here is my brother Samuel."

"Hello" chimed in the little kid.

"Harry Potter, nice to meet you."

"So, Harry… What are your parents doing? Our dad's in First Strike team, he's fighting bad guys." Edwin's chest rose in pride, while Samuel smiled.

"I…I'm an orphan. My uncle is the director at… I think it's Gunnin? They make drills."

Edwin nodded "Never heard of it, must be a subsidiary. Don't worry Harry, even if he's not good enough to work for the real Pentex, subsidiaries are still important. But I'm sure one day he'll be promoted to Pentex."

Harry smiled. He wasn't sure what Pentex or First Strike team were, but they sounded important. Besides, his roommates were being very polite to him, probably more polite than what he deserved according to what uncle Vernon and aunt Petunia told him, and he didn't want to sound rude by asking stupid questions.

Park Royal, London, 7th October 1985 (Monday)

Harry had adapted to his new routine pretty well.

The morning mass at the temple was a bit weird and Harry wasn't really sure if founder Jeremiah Lassater was the same man on the cross he saw at church the two or three times he had gone there with the Dursley, but he did remember the priest talking about the Trinity, and the Wyrm priest at the temple (what was a wyrm, anyway?) was also talking about the Triat… That was the same thing, right? And if they were the same thing, It meant the guy on the cross was probably the founder Jeremiah Lassater. After all, he couldn't have spent his whole life on a cross, right? And besides, the Wyrm priest had assured them that good things happened to those who prayed with devotion, so Harry had started to pray.

Instructor David had been terrifying, he never knew a man could be shouting that loud. Thanks to Edwin's warning, Samuel and him had been the only first years not to cry, even if Samuel had gotten all teary-eyed. Neither boy could keep up with Instructor David's exercises yet, but they were slowly getting better. At least, their muscles didn't hurt as bad as the first day anymore. Lectures were long and difficult, but Harry had been studying hard and had just received his first grade: a solid A-, the third highest in the class.

After the afternoon lectures, when he didn't have homeworks to do, he spent time playing games and watching movies with Edwin and Samuel in room 496, since it was the closest one to their bedroom. At first he was horrible, never having touched a video game in his life, but was slowly starting to get the hang of things. Besides, shooting werewolves with a rocket launcher on 'Kill Wolf' was loads of fun!

Park Royal, London, 16th May 1986 (Friday)

Harry had been informed he would not return to the Dursley for the summer. He smiled. After all, neither Edwin nor Samuel were returning home, and if they wanted to finally beat 'Kill Wolf', they needed a lot of practice. Plus, Edwin was now old enough to be allowed to rent the paintball guns, and those were always taken by the older kids whenever they tried to rent them after school. Now that there wasn't any school… Harry reminded himself to say his thanks to founder Jeremiah and the Wyrm during his morning prayers. He wasn't sure which head of the Triatic Wyrm he was supposed to say his thanks to… the Beast of War maybe?

Park Royal, London, 22nd November 1986 (Saturday)

Edwin and Samuel would be leaving for the week to attend their father's funeral. Apparently, First Strike team was some kind of secret superhero team, fighting evil werewolves, realm-intruders and other horrible monsters to protect the good people working for Pentex. Well, it turned out that this time the bad guys had won. Samuel had been inconsolable, while Edwin had sworn he'd make those filthy mutts pay for what they did to his father. With Instructor David's permission, he had hung a recruitment poster for First Strike team with their dad's face on it and had spent hours looking at it, eyes swollen with tears.

Park Royal, London, 5th March 1988 (Saturday)

Edwin had been enlisted into early recruitment for First Strike team. The trio celebrated with one last run of 'Kill Wolf' and a marathon of 'Axes and Arcana'.

Park Royal, London, 7th March 1988 (Monday)

With Edwin's departure, they had been assigned a new roommate: John Machintosh. He was in the same class as Edwin and Harry and while they had never spent that much time with him since he used to live all the way in room 1086, they were at least passingly familiar with the boy.

Park Royal, London, 30th April 1990 (Monday)

For the past week or so, Harry had started to feel a bit different than normal.

"I believe you might have been blessed, child." Said the old priest, eyeing Harry with a quizzical eye.

"Blessed?"

"Indeed, child. One of the heads of the Wyrm has seen fit to grant you a boon to assist you in your future endeavors to spread their glory. If I recall correctly, you are roommate with Samuel Davis, right?"

Harry nodded.

"Then you might remember his brother Edwin. He too was blessed by the Triatic Wyrm. It was thanks to said blessing that he was able to join the honored ranks of our most blessed First Strike team. Tell me child, do you wish to join as well?"

Harry frowned.

"I'm… not sure. It would be an honor, but…"

The old priest nodded. "Fret not, child. Not all are meant to be warriors. Some are destined to be healers, other smiths, other scholars, and some even leaders. Why don't we go to Doctor Cooper and run some tests?"

Park Royal, London, 4th May 1990 (Friday)

The test had returned. Apparently, Harry had indeed been blessed and was now considered an 'Endowed', which gave him a few privileges within the complex, such as extra serving of food at the cafeteria, unlimited hot water in the shower, a guaranteed spot at the front row at mass and the ability to pre-order games, movies and other forms of entertainment. His changes had been minor: if not for his eyes developing a gray sclera and the additional joint in his arm, it would be impossible to note that something was different about him. He had spent the whole day with Doctor Cooper running tests on what abilities he had been granted, and Harry had almost fainted when he learned that a colony of tiny spiders was now living under his skin. But, at the same time, thanks to those spiders (at least according to Doctor Cooper) he could now walk on walls like the character Tojo Tanaka that John seemed to pick every time the three played 'Urban Warrior'. Plus, it was identified as a blessing from the Defiler Wyrm, so Harry decided he would be a good boy and say his thanks to the Wyrm as soon as a priest was free.

Another blessing that he had received was, apparently, the ability to talk to snakes. This had somewhat puzzled Doctor Cooper, who claimed that the ability to talk to animals usually includes all animals and is not limited to a select group. The kind doctor had performed a full checkup on Harry to better investigate the phenomenon, but ultimately he came up with nothing and sent Harry back to his room with a bag full of candies as a thank you for being a good boy.

Park Royal, London, 24th July 1991 (Wednesday)

Harry had just returned from his morning exercises when the intercom screeched.

"Mr. Harry Potter is to report to room 12."

Harry frowned. He knew that being called to room 12 meant there was a letter, but he had never been called to room 12 by himself. The only one he knew had any reason to write him a letter was Edwin, and he had always written to both him and Samuel at the same time. Why would he write to Harry and not to his own little brother? And if it wasn't Edwin…Who else could it be? His aunt and uncle hadn't written him anything since… What, five years ago?

He gave up on the shower he was planning to take and marched all the way to room 12. The room itself was rather simple, consisting of a number of filing cabinets filling almost the entirety of the available space with the exception of a desk where a young woman was casually leaning back on her chair, reading a gossip tabloid.

For some reason she seemed unbothered by the gray owl perched on one of the cabinets.

"Potter, right? That's for you."

Mr. H. Potter

Room 507

65 Newport North

Park Royal

London

The calligraphy was certainly not Edwin's. Curious, Harry opened the letter and started to read.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class; Grand Sorcerer, Chief. Warlock, Supreme

Mugwump, International Confederation of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts

School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all

necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

Harry looked at the letter, flipping it back and forth, before looking at the lady behind the desk and then at the owl. Did they expect him to give his reply to that owl? Like they did with pigeons back in the 15th century?

"Excuse me, miss, but have you ever received a letter from a place called Hogwarts before? They say they await an owl from me."

The lady raised an eyebrow, putting her magazine on the desk.

"May I see the letter?"

Harry handed it over and the lady frowned.

"It looks like a joke letter to me. School of Witchcraft and Wizardry? Seriously? - She took a deep sigh - Someone is clearly having a laugh at our expenses. Don't worry, Mr. Potter, I'll make sure to notify the appropriate authorities of this tasteless prank and will make sure no one bothers you again for such nonsense. Have a good day."

Harry nodded, thanking the lady before heading back to have a nice, hot shower.

Manhattan Valley, New York, 27th July 1991 (Saturday)

"Are we sure this is legit?"

"Most certainly. I have scoured my extensive contact network to have it confirmed. Hogwarts is a mage school. Most likely Hermetic, if the list of required equipment is anything to go by."

"Hm. So, the boy's a wizard, then?"

"Mage, my dear sirs. They might have rebranded themselves after the utter failure of the last Massasa war, but these Hogwarts folks are most certainly of the same ilk."

"And you're certain that sending the boy is wise? If things blow up in our faces, we risk making a powerful enemy. The Lycans are more than enough to occupy the majority of our military forces, adding goddamned mages..."

"Have some faith, my dear colleague. The boy will remain loyal. He is Fomori, after all, and quite the powerful breed if the information is correct."

"Fomori aren't inherently loyal to Pentex's interest, mister Zettler."

Harold Zettler scoffed. "How gauche of you to fret over such details. I can assure that my project is more than enough to guarantee loyalty in the boy. But, since you are so eager to put my competence in question, I can assure you that I have already taken steps to ensure the boy's loyalty via blood bond. He will receive a single vial of my highly addictive Vitae every week, together with instructions on how to proceed in his studies to ensure his loyalty and guarantee Pentex's best interest in this new business opportunity. I am certain we will find such an endeavor exceedingly profitable, and I'm equally certain we won't have to deal with another Massasa war."

"Then it's decided. The boy will attend this so-called wizard's school and share the Mage's secrets to assure the security and future prosperity of Pentex. The meeting is adjourned."

Notes

Hello, everyone! welcome to this first chapter of my new story, a Harry Potter x World of Darkness crossover.

If you don't know anything about Harry Potter (have you been living under a rock?) or World of Darkness (you've been missing out big time) don't worry, I'll try my best to make things as n00b-friendly as possible. If there's something, anything, you don't understand, please feel free to ask in the comments and I'll do my best to answer.

For the uninitated, Pentex is the major antagonist for Werewolf the Apocalypse: a global megacorporation dedicated to the worship of what can be best described as a chained up corrputed god of destruction. That means that some of the characters will be capital E evil. Whenever I'm describing the mindset of one of those characters, expect to read some nasty things (kind of like happened to Vernon in this chapter). They don't reflect my personal ideas; I'm just putting you in the head of an evil person

For WoD fans out there, considering Harry's connection to Pentex, I'll mostly borrow from WtA, but I'll be sure to add from MtA, CtD, VtM, HtR and, should it become a necessity, WtO, DtF and MtR.

Due to this story being a crossover, some things will need to be adjusted, twisted or out-right deleted to fit the sometimes contraddictory informations from the source materials.

Now, one thing I don't like in my story are supposedly smart people acting dumb. Despite Pentex be often portrayed as a cartoonisly evil corporation (if you can, read up Pentex Employee's indoctrination manual, it's hilarious), you don't get to be THAT successful without acting smart. Similarly, Slytherins will also act like the house of the cunning, instead of the house of the cartoonishly evil racists.

Lastly... well, I'm just human. The wizarding world is a relatively big and sometimes contraddictory franchise, but WoD is an entirely different kind can of worms. If I missed something, please let me know