So, I got to thinking, the original version of this story was a bit too dark, at least where Harry's character was concerned. This was important partly because I thought he might alienate Shadowheart/Jenevelle with his obsession, but also because it meant Harry may not take a particular revelation involving certain a certain character well. He'll still be somewhat impulsive and upending the established order of Toril, but hey, it's a crossover.

So, here's the revised version, with a new background for Harry (basically, Ginnymort got to him post-Hogwarts, like with my Harley Quinn crossover Zest for Life, and my Overlord crossover 200 Years, A Long Wait for Friends).

I should point out that I am going to try writing this without it sounding like a glorified playthrough of the game. Certainly, the scenes involving Arabella and her parents will play out somewhat differently.

JENNY AND HARRY'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE (REVISED)

CHAPTER 1:

OLD FRIENDS, REUNITED

So, where to begin?

Honestly, it's a bit tricky. But I guess it's when two sisters began feuding that this story begins. And we're not talking fighting over a Barbie doll or anything as trivial as that. No, we're talking clashes to the bitter end.

Now, one sister, being an entitled, bitter, and selfish bitch, felt the pangs and stirrings of conscience…and decided she could do without such things, thinking them weaknesses. Being a goddess, she could carve such stuff out of her being, small though it was. And thus, she discarded a shard of herself to the eternal darkness to be dispersed in oblivion.

Of course, that led, through a ripple of events, like currents in the deep, dark depths of the ocean, to a mother sacrificing her life for her son, using a half-remembered ritual, all to save him from a ruthless warlock. Yet said ritual would inadvertently link her son to another child, one many worlds away. The children would think each other imaginary friends, not realising the other was real, until the bitchy sister I mentioned decided to be a spoilsport.

Anyway, the boy became a man, though he very nearly didn't, thanks to that warlock being a bit tougher to kill than he should have been. That, and the idiocy of an old man who was too clever by half and hoarded information like Tiamat hoarded treasure, that greedy bitch. Tiamat, I mean, not the old man. Dumbledore had many, many faults, but greed wasn't one of them. But I digress.

The Boy Who Lived became a man, a man haunted by the deaths of the war, by the losses. He didn't know it, but part of that warlock survived in a girl. Deciding that living well was the best revenge, she used a so-called 'love potion' on the man (repeating a mistake the warlock's mother had made, incidentally), fell pregnant, and then used a potion to lock him into eternal sleep. Eternal sleep turning out to be a couple of decades, when his more true friends rescued him. The world had passed him by, and he intended to leave the country that had all but abandoned him…but his reborn nemesis wouldn't hold a bar of it.

Accidents happened, and the man was hurled across dimensions. And travelling through between dimensions is never trivial. He could have remained adrift in space and time forever. But something drew him to a certain world, at a certain point in time.

Was it the bond he had with a supposedly imaginary friend? Was it simply being close to the wake of an Illithid Nautiloid? Was it fate, destiny, or sheer dumb luck? I don't believe in fate or destiny. I do believe in cause and effect, but really, coincidence and luck tend to be stronger influences on events compared to paltry things as fate. The gods and other forces do shape people's lives to some degree, believe me, I speak from experience. But more often, it is the decisions of people as well as simple coincidence and happenstance that shape history and lives, for better or for worse.

In any case, they would be brought together. And they, along with new companions, would be brought together to face a great and terrible evil. An evil that, if left unchecked, would threaten not only that world, but a milliard of worlds across the multiverse. Not that that was anything new, but still…they would thrown into an adventure, gods help them…

He didn't know how long he had been falling through the multicoloured void, like drowning in a rainbow's dysentery. It felt like an eternity, and yet, that eternity, at least, had ended. Though it took him a while to realise this, with the echoes of the brief clash that led to this in his mind.

He hadn't fallen unconscious per se, but rather, into something of a catatonia. It took some time for his brain, overloaded by the swirling and strobing colours of the void he'd been falling through, like something out of Doctor Who, and yet worse, to reboot, so to speak. His consciousness was getting back behind the wheel, and it took him a moment to notice things that should have been blatantly obvious.

First, touch. He was on his back, on sand. Smell came next. He could smell water, but not saltwater, probably a river given the sounds. And he could smell smoke and burning flesh of a sort that turned his stomach. He finally began paying attention to the sounds, the flowing water nearby, the crackling of fires, and a strange, quiet and yet all-pervasive groaning, not like some structure beginning to fall apart, but like a wounded beast. Every part of him ached, as if he had run a marathon.

His eyes opened, only to wince at the bright sunlight. He shut them again, only to gradually open them. He was staring at a relatively blue sky, mostly clear, save for a few clouds up above, and darker clouds of smoke drifting from closer nearby.

Sitting up, groaning in pain as he did so, he took in his surroundings. He was next to some sort of river, on a beach by its shore. He looked around, and then stopped, and stared, at what appeared to be a massive tentacle the size of a tree poking into the ground, twitching slowly. More of them were around, and he followed them to their source, and stared.

"What the bloody hell is that thing?" he murmured out loud, not expecting an answer. It looked like some massive tentacled monster, crashed into a nearby hill. Much of the mephitic and nauseating smoke was coming from it.

He tried to get to his feet, only to sway as a sudden bout of dizziness hit him. He wasn't fully recovered from what he had just gone through. And then, he heard someone call out to him as he sagged back onto his haunch. "Hey, are you okay?"

He turned to look at the newcomer blearily, only to do a double-take, and stare. He had never seen a woman like this before in his life, or at least not quite like her. Then again, she was clearly not human.

The greyish-violet shade of her skin was a fairly big clue, as were the pointed ears. Her features were beautiful, if a touch aquiline and pointed. She looked like some sort of Elf from Tolkien, even if her skin colour was odd, and her hair was snow white. Oddly enough, despite having a vaguely regal air to her, she was dressed in rather rough and practical clothing out of some Renaissance Fair.

The woman noticed him staring at her, and clicked her tongue. "…And here it comes…no doubt you're going to be shouting, 'Drow! Drow!' Ugh, my parents left the Underdark during the Silence of Lolth, and you'd think Drizzt Do'urden would help matters, but…"

"Sorry," he said hurriedly. "I just never seen an Elf like you before."

At this, the woman seemed to perk up a little. "Oh? You never seen a Drow before?"

"…I don't think I've ever even heard of one," he said.

The woman smiled, before helping him up. "Huh. You must be from some really out of the way place. I'd say Icewind Dale, but Drizzt Do'urden's famous there, so…look, people being afraid of Drow is actually common sense. Most of my kin, especially those in the Underdark, are pretty nasty. Hells, my parents left Menzoberranzan because they fell in love, didn't like Lolth, and decided to depart for healthier climes. Relatively, anyway. But decent Drow aren't that rare. Anyway, the name's Tavriel, but my friends and acquaintances call me 'Tav' for short."

He shook her hand tentatively. "Harry Potter. Umm, Tav, where the hell are we?"

"I was kind of hoping you could tell me." She waved a hand at the tentacled monstrosity nearby. "See that? That is an Illithid Nautiloid. Snatched me right off the street in Baldur's Gate. I heard you mutter in confusion earlier. You didn't seem to recognise it, and as we haven't got splitting headaches and sharing memories, I'm guessing you weren't kidnapped by it either."

"No, I wasn't, I don't think. Though what does headaches and memory-sharing have to do with anything? And what the hell is an Illithid?"

"I'm getting to that. But seriously, you haven't heard of Illithids? Okay, so, they're creatures also known as Mindflayers. Nasty, squid-faced things. They have phenomenal psychic powers, love to eat brains, and reproduce by putting their tadpoles into other people's skulls, usually via the ear or the eyesocket."

"…Reproduce? Like…a Facehugger out of Alien?" Harry asked in horror.

"…I have no idea what you're talking about, but basically, you turn into one of them. I only heard stories, so I dunno how long I have. All I know is, it's not going to be long before I get tentacles growing out of my face and a hunger for brains. I wasn't the only one either. There was a Githyanki, a bit of a bitch, but handy to have in a fight, and while they're racist pirates from the Astral Plane, they also hate Mindflayers with a passion, and the enemy of my enemy is my friend. I dunno where she is. The Nautiloid crash-landed, I ended up falling out just before it did so. There was another with me, a Half-Elf, a bit gloomy and cynical, but better company than the Githyanki." She looked around, and said, "Speak of the devil…she's over there."

Harry followed closely behind the Drow, whatever that was. At least he'd put the shrunken Expanded Trunk in his jacket pocket prior to his abortive escape from Britain. His hand curled into a fist, and a snarl touched his lips. That thing that used to be Ginny firing at the Portkey he had been about to take…all he could hope was that the rest of his friends were safe and sound. Or at least his few friends from Hogwarts.

Ron and Hermione weren't his oldest friends. But imaginary friends didn't count. He'd stopped dreaming of her some time in his teens, and even then, they hadn't been good dreams. She had been in pain. And when he lost her (starting, he reckoned, when Ginny, finally taken over by Voldemort's Horcrux from the Diary, began dosing him with Amortentia), he felt like he lost a vital part of himself, even if she was imaginary. Yet she had been more true to him than too many others had been.

The thought of that thing Ginny had become swam back into the forefront of his mind. He didn't look any older, to his astonishment and that of his friends, but he was 48 now. He'd been conscious for only half of that. An 'accident' arranged by that thing that had taken her over…the Horcrux in the Diary. It decided that living well was the best revenge, and so used Amortentia on him from their fifth year, fell pregnant to him…and then drugged him up so he spent over two decades in what was effectively a coma. All so that Voldemort reborn could live the high life on Harry's fortune, secured with children born by what felt like near-rape. Just like with Merope Gaunt and Tom Riddle Senior.

His friends took less than that time to cotton on, but Ginnymort, as he had taken to dubbing her, went into hiding. They only found him a month ago, and managed to bring him out of his state. He'd found a world much changed, and had intended to go into hiding elsewhere, only for Ginnymort to interrupt that, deciding that, if he wouldn't cooperate, he would die.

Spitting into the sand in disgust at what had happened to him, he turned and caught up with Tav. Only to stop and stare at the supine figure on the ground. A young woman, clad in a chainmail tunic and trousers, with an ornate breastplate, was sprawled there, a strange icosahedral lump of metal with strange symbols next to her hand.

It was the face that stopped Harry, though. The hairstyle was different, and the face was that of a woman grown. But the pointed ears, less pointed than Tav's, the faint scar across her cheek and nose he had only seen during his last times talking with her, the coal black hair, the freckles…

He wasn't sure whether this was some dying dream, as his body was ravaged by whatever dimensional void it had been hurtling through. Yet a faint ember of hope was kindled. He was probably wrong, so very wrong, and yet, like a drowning man, he clung to straws in hope of salvation.

"Hey, Shadowheart," Tav said quietly, gently shaking her shoulder.

But even as green eyes flickered open, Harry said quietly, "That's not her name."

The woman groaned, even as she sat up. "…I'm alive? You're alive?" she asked Tav. "How is this possible?"

"I thought you might be able to shed some light on the matter," Tav said with a shrug. "Unfortunately, our Githyanki…battle partner? She's nowhere to be found."

The so-called Shadowheart clambered to her feet. "Of course she isn't. She's either dead, or left us for dead, knowing her kind. All I remember is falling from the Nautiloid, and then…here we are. And as much as this place is an improvement over where we were…"

"We're up a certain creek without a paddle," Tav said. "We need a healer capable of destroying Illithid tadpoles, fast. Do you mind if we team up again?"

"Not at all. In fact, I should thank you for going to the trouble of freeing me from that damned pod. You could have simply run by with the Githyanki and left me to rot, but you didn't."

"It's fine. At least you didn't accuse me of being a Lolth-worshipper. But I found this guy nearby. He claims not to be infected, and as I didn't get the same stuff as when I met Lae'zel and rescued you, I'm inclined to believe him. Harry Potter, meet Shadowheart. Shadowheart, meet…"

"…Harry?"

Harry's gaze snapped to the Half-Elf. She was staring at him, her eyes wide in incomprehension, as if her knowing his name was a surprise to her. He felt something in him uncoil…and then, suddenly, as it seemed to lash out, she emitted a soft, strangled scream, clutching one hand with another. Then, both hands separated, and clutched at both sides of her head, her screaming now silent, before she sagged to her knees, and emptied her stomach onto the ground. Heaving noises devolved into sobs.

Harry, after a moment's hesitation, knelt down in front of her, rubbing her back. She looked up at him, her eyes bloodshot, tears tracking down from them. "…Is it you?" she asked hoarsely. "Is that really you?"

With a wry smile with precious little mirth, he said, "…I should be asking you the same thing."

She shook her head. "…Hells, you…you're real. I…we need to talk, but not here, not now. We need somewhere to rest. I need to…process all of this. All of the memories…gods, what have I done?"

Tav, at this point, said, "There's a ruin over there. If we're lucky, we can shelter there until you're ready. By the way…" She picked up the icosahedral object off the ground and handed it to the Half-Elf. "I presume you still want this?"

After a moment, the Half-Elf nodded, taking it and pocketing it. "Yes. I don't know why I was ordered to obtain it, but it could be a good bargaining chip." She stood up, as did Harry. "Oh, and Tav…while I'd prefer you call me Shadowheart for now…my real name is Jenevelle Hallowleaf. And I remember everything…"

CHAPTER 1 ANNOTATIONS:

So, there you have it. Harry's been stranded in Toril, just as a certain Nautiloid crashlands. But wait, he knows Shadowheart?

Now, some points. Firstly, I decided to change things around from the original version. The original version was Harry being obsessed with changing history and developing an experimental Time-Turner, but I felt his attitude was too dark and obsessive, so this Harry basically got the Amortentia-rape treatment from Ginnymort, who kept him in a coma for over two decades.

Now, the soulbond between Harry and Jenny is plucked from Quarian's Wizard, amongst other works. It worked perfectly up until Viconia abducted Jenny. It then worked intermittently during Shar's attempt at indoctrinating Jenny up until their teens. However, rather than happenstance, the soulbond actually exists for a reason. What reason for that will be revealed later, along with how Jenny's memories were unlocked, but it is linked to the mystery narrator at the start of the chapter.

And now, onto Tav. This is actually going to have both Tav and Durge in it. Yes, I know they're mutually exclusive in-game, but for this story, they're both alive and, in Tav's case, well. But deciding on Tav's particulars were difficult. I decided on a female Seldarine Drow who was born on the surface rather than the Underdark. Oh, and FYI? Her mother was part of House Baenre. Which should make things interesting when she meets Minthara.

I wanted to pair Tav with Astarion, so I wanted someone who, while she has a somewhat firm moral compass, is still flexible enough to accept a somewhat ruthless and sadistic vampire. I'm inspired by Nemesis13's female protagonists in their Potterverse, Code Geass, Worm, and Sword Art Online stories. You know, mildly sociopathic and somewhat misanthropic Chaotic Good and Crazy Awesome protagonists.

As for voice actress, oddly enough, I'm hearing Sophie Aldred's voice. This was the actress who played Ace in Doctor Who, and I feel that I added quite a bit of Ace to my take on Tav.

No numbered annotations this time.