So yes, in this story, Harry will be very dark, some might say evil depending on how you consider it, due to the nature of what he is. Therefore, I'm warning you right now, and this is your only warning, if you have delicate sensibilities, I would suggest that you leave this story right now, and don't turn back. If you don't like it, go write your own story.

This crossover will be mostly Harry Potter/Marvel, although there will be six DC girls included. And if you can't guess at least two of them, then you've never read one of my stories.

Against my better judgment and against all sense whether it be common or otherwise, I'm posting this on even though I said I wasn't, but if you see it mysteriously disappear, it means that some narc got uppity about something and reported it to the authorities. So it can be found at the usual places, where the enhanced versions can normally found, check my profile, its clearly marked. Also, Anonymous reviews will be deleted, no excuses, no exceptions.

Lily Evans-Potter sat in her study, pouring over numerous books, reading by candlelight. The last couple of days turned her life upside down and not in the best way. She really wished she did not have to do what she was about to do and more importantly, she was not that desperate.

With the war that they were in, Lily appreciated how lucky that she was to even reach her twentieth birthday, but that was beside the point. The think that spooked her was that Prophecy that Dumbledore told them about, the reason why they were about to go into hiding.

Three times she and James ran into Voldemort, three times they managed to escape with their lives. Lily was happy to say that she took a handful of his followers down on the way out, morally wounding them. At least she hoped so, because she did not want to stick around long enough to do a headcount of any sort.

Dumbledore would preach about redemption, about forgiveness, while anyone with any amount of sense would roll their eyes and remember that they were in a war against people that would murder them or worse, if given half of the chance.

Lily wasn't doing what she was about to do for herself, if she had to, she would not even consider something like that. The fact that her son was one of two probable candidates for this prophecy, caused her to look into questionable forms of magic to protect his interests.

The redhead frowned, she hated this entire mess, but what choice did she really have? Do or die, that was the question, wasn't it? The redhead skimmed her finger over the edge of the book and a small sigh escaped her lips.

'Wish there was another way, but there really isn't?

Three times, which was the first parameter to the Prophecy, born as the seventh month dies, that was another one. Of course, it was vague as to which Dark Lord, as there had been several over the centuries and several yet to come in the future.

Dumbledore believed it, her husband believed it, and most importantly, Lily was certain that Voldemort would believe it.

She resumed her studying with a razor sharp focus, these books had been inherited by Sirius upon the death of his Uncle. One of the white sheep of the Black Family, Lily recalled how he had been blasted off of the family tree for daring to take Sirius's side amongst that entire debate.

The Marauders were currently out for one last night together, and tomorrow, Dumbledore would put the Potters under the Fidelius Charm.

Godric's Hallow was a nice place, but it would be a shame that they would be hidden from view. The green eyed witch scratched some notes down.

'No, that won't really work, not potent enough,' Lily thought, sketching down even more notes.

Her son slept peacefully in the next room. Lily would like to say that he was blissfully unaware of what was happening but she really knew better. Harry was a bit too smart for his age and would be a great prodigy someday if given the proper tools.

Then again, perhaps Lily was a slight bit biased, but she liked to expect better than his best from her son.

James would not approve of this, what she was doing. She was tampering with what was classified dark magic. By the Ministry's standards at least, but Lily was not going to wrap her head about how limited their thinking was.

Whether magic that she used to protect a loved one was dark, that could be debated. Lily thought not, others would disagree.

The latest Daily Prophet said that his attacks indicated. The Minister claimed that they had everything under control. Never mind that his predecessor was fond dismembered in Knockturn Alley nearly six weeks ago. Lily thought that if this was their definition of control, she would hate to think what their definition of out of control was.

The head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement Millicent Bagnold was fingered for the next Minister when this one died. She did seem to be fairly honest but a bit in over her head dealing with the sharks in the Ministry from what Lily found out.

Then again, she didn't want to think about Ministry politics, not when she had complex magical rituals to try and find. She was beginning to think that this book was a…..she thought that she just hit the jackpot.

Blowing the dust off of the pages of the book, Lily saw something extremely interesting. It was a ritual alright but there were….consequences to transforming her son into something like this.

Consequences that she was certain that certain people would not approve of but the fact of the matter was that Lily had very few options to consider, with the redhead looking to the next room. Her son slept on peacefully and she reminded herself, that she was doing this for him, and no one else.

Not Dumbledore, not even James and god how she was pissed off at James right now. Well not completely pissed off, because this allowed her to do research without being bothered. But he went out drinking with his buddies like it was a Hogsmeade weekend when there was a fucking war going on.

Lily wanted to leave the country until this boiled over. Let Voldemort focus his targets on some other child that was hers.

'But no, the Potters have been here since the time of Camelot, so we have to stick it out, despite the fact that there's a snake faced madman who can and will kill us,' Lily replied bitingly, and she shook her head. 'Yeah, that's about right James…..but I guess that's just a pureblood philosophy for you.'

Lily knew that running was not the answer right now, as just last week, there had been a Ministry law that was passed, prohibiting any magical citizens to go in and out of Britain. How they hoped to enforce that Lily, didn't know. And how they thought trapping them in there with a mad man was a good idea, she really didn't know.

She figured that they would be better off putting a Taboo ritual on the Unforgiveable curses and then popping anyone who uses them. But they would require forward thinking and sense.

That being said, Lily was on the edge of performing this ritual, but it was two key flaws with it.

It hinged on having Voldemort kill her before he killed Harry. That was the most important part of the ritual, and if that didn't happen, well Lily was kind of screwed.

Also, her soul was not going to be going to a very pleasant place in the afterlife, as this kind of power required a trade of some sort.

Finally, she required Sirius not to do anything irrational, and do his duty as godfather, should worse come to worse. He would have to explain everything that Harry, good thing that he owed Lily a favor where he would not ask too many questions.

Okay, that was three, but one couldn't blame Lily because she was so flustered. She dove into the ritual and prepared to piece together what she needed to do. Despite the Secret Keeper, Lily wasn't convinced that they were safe for long.

All charms, no matter what, could be faulty.

Tom Marvolo Riddle, better known as Lord Voldemort, and more commonly referred to as You-Know-Who and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was ripped from his physical flesh and blood body. It felt as if hundreds of white hot knife pierced his skin and forcefully yanked him to the other side.

It was perfect, kill the Potters, and then finish their son. He would go onto the Longbottoms next, as the Lestranges and Crouch Junior kept a close watch on that property, giving him a full account of their comings and goings.

Something went wrong, his body failed, and he was in this place, a bad place, a very bad place.

But he was not completely in this place, he could still see out into the physical world. Which meant that his soul containers held, and that he was prevented from getting dragged to this realm for his eternal torment.

Tom Marvolo Riddle thought that he was the smartest student of his age or any other for that matter. The Dark Lord Voldemort did not build a reputation where people feared to speak his mere name by coasting. He learned forms of magic that would cause the most hardened men to whimper in the corner like a scared little kitten.

Where was he now? It was essentially what the Muggle representation of Hell was like. The fire, the brimstone, the demonic, almost shapeless creatures looming in the background painted the picture. The walls were bathed in red, the floors were made of embers, but this was the most inner sanctum of the man that he was facing.

The man that he was about to face did not have a pitchfork and horns despite common Muggle belief however.

"So, you think that you're clever, don't you, Riddle?"

"If I have to answer that question….."

"You do think that you're clever," the man in the shadows whispered. His face and features obscured by the darkness that he was clouded in. "We made a deal in that cave all those years ago, when you nearly got yourself killed in your attempts to exert your influence on two smaller children."

"What they witnessed traumatized them for life," Riddle whispered excitedly. Those two brats were never the same again. It was glorious, and had given him a valuable life lesson that power was control and they feared his power.

"You should be completely in Limbo, at my beck and call, for that was our agreement, should you fall, you would be with me, at my disposal for all eternity," the demon lord whispered in the shadows and the fires shot out. "But, you decided to make them, the soul containers, didn't you?"

"You're just unhappy that I outwitted the great ruler of Limbo, Belasco," Riddle replied and there was a few seconds where the lord of Limbo in question remained silent.

"You fell to a child and feared an old man twenty years past his prime, so I do not see your superiority," Belasco commented, and he had punctured an emotional dagger through Riddle's heart.

He tried not to show it but his agitation was obvious.

"Well, you're not going to claim me, so I think that I can claim victory….."

"You won't survive forever on your little soul containers," Belasco whispered, knowing that there will come a day where someone would fine and destroy them. Then Riddle would be his. He always came across a snot nosed brat with delusions of grandeur.

"Only I, Lord Voldemort, the greatest Dark Lord that ever lived, know the location of my Horcruxes," Riddle whispered.

"So, you did not heed the warnings that making more than one of them would leave you at questionable sanity," Belasco continued, and Riddle's amusement was high.

"You will not be able to claim them, for I know that for your latest misadventure….you are not to leave Limbo….."

"Yes," Belasco agreed, it had not been that long ago. Of course for someone hundreds of years old like him, it could only have been a second. He especially could not interfere with the wand wavers. They were considered to be the special needs children of the magical community amongst Homo-Magi.

The Lord of Limbo ignored the mentally insufficient Dark Lord, for he would gain a headache if he considered him and focused on what defeated him.

A child but there was something different about this child, something that fascinated Belasco. The aura about him was powerful and manipulated properly, he would be a useful tool.

A bit of Riddle's soul latched to the boy's scar, it was a wonder that Riddle had anything left. Then again, wand waver, they always went for quantity over quality. Even though Belasco wished to subject the person who came up with that phrase to eternal torment, but that was beside the point.

"Fairly interesting," Belasco whispered, long after Riddle flittered back into the real world, walking between two words.

He could not directly interfere with that world but there were always loopholes. The nature of the ritual that Lily Potter used to empower her son might have opened a window when a door had previously been shut.

Belasco would have the last laugh and Riddle would be put properly in his place where he belonged.

If Harry Potter ever wanted to be normal, if he even wanted to be "Just Harry", six years at the Dursleys had caused Harry to put such thoughts out of his mind. Just being normal got him nowhere, in fact, it got him ridiculed.

By each passing year, Harry felt something fester inside of him. Dudley and his gang ran around, bullying children. They were big, stupid, and mean, and stupid as well. Harry had to list stupid twice, because it needed to be said.

Dudley was the leader of the pack and Harry was glad that he looked nothing like his cousin or his aunt for that matter. His mother was not even mentioned, in the house. His parents were said to die in a car crash, and there was this subtle implication that they were drug addicts and drunks.

Something that Harry knew was not true and his anger reached a boiling point, the more that his aunt slandered his mother. His father….well Harry's emotional connection towards him was kind of numb. His mother on the other hand, there was a connection there, that Harry did not have the capabilities to explain.

Weird things happened around Harry, just two weeks ago, he caused all of the light bulbs in the school to blow up. They explained it as a really bad fuse, but Harry knew better.

His teacher's wig turned blue one week, another time when she tried to hold Harry after class because he actually stood up for himself against Dudley, it caught on fire. And then there was that incident with the birds and Dudley that Harry couldn't even explain, but never the less amused him to no end.

The Dursleys and Harry had an interesting relationship. He got a sense that they feared what he could do but they thought that if they broke his spirit, then there would be nothing to fear. They thought that putting him in a cupboard underneath the stairs, forcing him to do manual chores for food, and only giving him the most sufficient amount of food to survive would break him.

They were mistaken, Harry had a streak of stubbornness a mile long. He liked to think that he inherited it from his mother, along with his eyes. And there were dreams that were vivid, but strange and scattered regarding his mother, that were from her point of view that he couldn't really explain.

'Weird,' Harry thought, as he remembered the one that he had two nights ago. He couldn't explain it, he couldn't begin to describe it. Then again, perhaps he was never meant to explain it.

Dudley, despite suffering more than a few freak injuries right after messing with Harry, still tried to bully him. Harry doubted very much it was possible to have an IQ in the negatives numbers, but with Dudley, he was going to seriously reconsider it.

"Potter's around here somewhere, he's going to pay for showing me up….the little dork always comes to this playground, thinking that he can hide up."

'Oh, I'm sure evolution has already showed you up, Dudders,' Harry thought and he could see his fingers glow, heating up. He just thought about how cold he was, because of the weather and not being allowed a coat. Perhaps the Dursleys hoped that he died of pneumonia, that would be about right.

Then his body warmed up.

"HARRY!"

Harry stopped and stared, he could have sworn that he heard someone, someone female scream for his name. The person was not there.

Dudley and his crew as coming up the hill but Harry knew this park like the back of his hand. All of the hiding places, all of the exits, all of it.

Harry slipped underneath a cluster of bushes and out of a small hole in the back fence, just as Dudley and his gang went around.

He knew that they would be coming home before too long. Why did he know that? Because dinner was in fifteen minutes, there would be no way that Dudley would miss that.

Harry figured that once Dudley told them that he answered a math problem that Dudley had trouble with, he would be scrounging for crumbs tonight. He got a sense that Petunia took more offense to this than Vernon, and the reasons why became obvious.

All of the houses on Privet Drive looked the same. The six year old wizard stopped and heard the whisper in the wind once more.

It was his name, someone calling for him and Harry grew increasingly curious as to who was talking to him.

It was time to return to his home, that was not really his home. One day, Harry would find out who sent him here. With his parents dying, someone had to make the arrangement to send him here, and that person…..well the thoughts of what Harry wanted to do to him were very unbecoming of a six year old.

"Boy, where were you? Dudley is going to be home any minute, and I need you to cook dinner."

"Yes, Aunt Petunia," Harry said in an eerily calm voice devoid of any emotion. One would consider it to be scary, but when you realized that he lived in a neighborhood full of people who were obsessed with being normal and almost robotic at doing so in their state of conformity, he very nearly fit in.

Plus, given Petunia's cooking could shot out of cannons and do some real damage, Harry thought it was for the best.

Harry really didn't know how good is cooking was, but he was pretty sure that Dudley enjoyed it. Then again, Dudley ate anything that stood still long enough.

He would never know, but he made his way to the stove, under the watchful and critical eye of his aunt.

Vernon arrived home and his booming complaints about his day at the office filled Harry's ears.

In the cupboard underneath the stairs, Harry thought long and hard about the best way to deal with the Dursleys. A detached voice in his head suggested poison but acquiring poison was a problem.

That being said, most people would be scared that there was a voice in their head but Harry…..well Harry was not really that bothered by it. Time crawled in the Cupboard underneath the stairs.

The worn cot that he rested on, along with the thin pillow was not exactly very comfortable. He could hear the dripping of the sink from the Kitchen outside and he wondered if the Dursleys had gone to bed.

They didn't lock the cupboard door this time, but Harry had a pick in his shoe just in case they did. It would not be wise to have them catch onto the fact that he had such a device with him. He sighed.

'Just another day that ends in a 'y' " a voice that Harry was not sure was his own stated.

It was just another day in this Cupboard underneath the stairs. Harry hummed nonchalantly, and again anyone who hummed this much, might be considered to be a bit strange. Something that Harry appreciated.

He already was considered a misfit thanks to his mismatched, oversized clothes. Not really his fault.

'Too bad the Dursleys don't die in a car crash,' Harry thought to himself, thoughts getting even morbid. He was corrupted beyond his years and the more Dursleys pushed, the more they were pushing their lock.

He had light in the cupboard, that lightbulb had been dead since he was abandoned at the Dursleys, but he had light.

'Curious, and curiouser,' Harry mentally thought to himself but without anything to read, he didn't really have much to do. Hell, he didn't have so much of a worn deck of cards. All he had was the clothes on his back, this worn mattress, ragged blanket, and a pillow.

"HARRY!"

That voice again, it was more frantic this time and Harry nearly sat up. Careful not to hit his head on the wood of the cupboard, he turned around.

"Hello?" Harry asked, answering the voice back.

"You're trapped here….you don't want to be here, you don't belong here."

Harry could see a glowing face in the wall, red hair, green eyes, just like his memories.

"Mum," Harry whispered.

"I…..Harry, I can't get out, please help me," Lily cried and Harry was sure that he could only hear Lily. "You know the Dursleys lied about how I died, but….you're the only one that can free me."

Harry looked at the swirl of energy that surrounded her face, which faded in less prominence the more that he watched it. He wanted to believe, but he had certain reservations.

"If you free me, you won't ever have to see them again."

Harry's interesting was now piqued and he had his hand raised up, where his mother was trapped within the wall. He hesitated for a brief moment.

"HARRY!"

Harry could see the doorway open and his mother gone. She vanished but the gateway remained. It lingered, leading to the unknown. Harry could stay here at the Dursleys or he could take that journey to the unknown.

Dursleys or the unknown, Dursleys or the unknown, Dursleys or the unknown.

Six year olds were not known well for critical thinking, even six year olds who were smarter than your average six years old. Harry sensed the pull and the promise of something different that this world.

Then again, what did he have to lose? If he stuck around, he would be miserable at the Dursleys.

He accepted passage and he was drawn in. It was at that moment where everything went completely and utterly crazy.

Belasco could not believe how efficient this plan went. It went like a dream, but naturally luring the child here was the easy part.

Currently he was trapped in a field of stasis; he didn't break any edicts, any agreements, to get him here. The Chosen One could have decided not to enter the portal. It was too easy to get him here, especially when he was so desperate for escape.

Those wand wavers, by abandoning, cultivated a level of hatred that almost intimidated the Lord of Limbo. Remaining in the shadows as his underlings stood guard, features obscured, he smiled, a wicked smile.

"Soon this child will be underneath my thumb."

He could see the fragment of that pathetic excuse of a dark lord lingering inside of him. That was power and that power, lead to a certain amount of control.

Belasco could hardly believe his luck as he saw this power radiating from his soon to be pawn. It was a level beyond anything that he ever saw or experienced in his entire life.

What exactly did Lily Evans-Potter do? She tampered with dark magic but the combination of Riddle's failed ritual and their unique circumstances had created something dangerous.

A weapon, a weapon which he could mold, and send after those who were unfit to perform the noble art of magic, they used a tool like a wand for every little thing. They were weak, insufficient, and they got worse with each passing generation.

When someone rose up who had potential, they were declared dark, for they were envious of powers that they could never properly hold. Those who were shunned often did become the most susceptible to the cool and chilling embrace of darkness.

"You bought your people time, far too much time. No matter what guise you'd be able to hide under, soon your children will be crushed. I have ran into you far too many times over the years….but this one, he has the power."

Harry Potter swayed in the stasis field, the child not moving, not aware that any time had passed, as Belasco studied him.

"It will be amusing when you try and seek him but he will have been long gone by the time that you reach him, and given how time passes in this world, moments there, will be years in here."

There was nothing that any of them could do about it and the servants walked forward, murmuring underneath their breath. They had ambition at one time, but Belasco would be the one who would have the final laugh at them.

"Prepare him, prepare the child for his destination."

A pair of eyes watched the proceedings from the shadows, but then the owner of them made herself scarce when she realized that she was in danger of being spotted.

The dark haired green eyed wizard had managed to sustain himself in conditions that would have broken a normal young man. That was fine, for that kind of power would be the most rewarding to cultivate into a tool that he could use.

Power took time to mold and he had the triumph. Riddle might have bought himself a little more time but he would have that petulant child as well.

Seconds after Harry Potter disappeared, Albus Dumbledore was on the scene at Number Four Privet Drive. No pause, no words, just calm, sheer determination. The alarm sounded, and the alarm sounded, he only had mere seconds to react.

He brought down the doors of Number Four Privet Drive and tracked Harry Potter to his sleeping quarters.

Dumbledore stopped, the twinkle leaving his eyes as he reached the cupboard underneath the stairs. He tore it open.

Nothing inside, but Harry could not have gotten far. He did a sweep of the area and found a residue of magic.

Albus Dumbledore knew much about magic. He didn't want to toot his own horn but he was going to do it anyway. He studied underneath some of the most foremost magical masters in his day.

That being said, this particular residue of magic was something that he could not pinpoint or track. It was there but there was no origin point.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

Vernon Dursley lumbered his way down the stairs and he came face to face with Albus Dumbledore. To his credit, Dumbledore didn't back down.

"Your nephew is missing….."

Vernon remained calm. "Little brat likely ran away, he's pulled that shit before….."

"Enough," Dumbledore remarked calmly. "You were asked one thing….and now he's gone and no magical means can trace him….."

"Well do you think us normal people can hide him from your hocus-pocus?" Vernon asked as he stared down Dumbledore with contempt in his eyes.

Dumbledore scanned the man's mind and realized that he was telling the truth. He had absolutely nothing to do with what happened to Harry Potter and his only crime was being too overly excited that his nephew was missing and potentially deceased.

The Hogwarts Headmaster locked eyes with Vernon Dursley, and after a few seconds, he stepped back.

"I'm very disappointed in you."

Harry shouldn't have gotten far, according to Dumbledore's calculations, and he did admit that his math could be faulty, he was only gone for less than seven minutes.

The nature of time and space told a person that he would be gone for much, much longer in fact. Never the less, Dumbledore felt he had no need to inform the Ministry and handle this matter internally.

Seven minutes might have passed in the real world but close to seven years passed in the realm of Limbo.

Harry Potter was still there, still breathing. He experienced a hell that would cause most people to shudder even in their worst nightmares. But it was very real.

What did not kill a person, did in fact make them stronger and Harry's strength continued to grow as did his power and his knowledge.

Harry would not be broken at the Dursleys, so he would not be broken here. He did admit that their methods to try to break him were far more prolific. That increased his resolve.

And now he had the perfect opportunity, with Belasco distracted with other matters. His corruption was not complete, but Harry thought that the world that abandoned him to the Dursleys had a head start on corrupting him.

The dreams, he still had them, two sets of them.

His mother's dreams offered a sense of tranquility and comfort, but they were like puzzle pieces that they could not explain. It didn't make any sense.

The dreams from the other source on the other hand, Harry hoped to never have the mindset to explain them. He figured that it was from the man who tried to kill him but as to how or why Harry had these dark echoes in his head, he had no idea.

The coast was clear, at least he assumed so. Belasco had another problem with another one of his pawns, which allowed his focus to be diverted from Harry and his actions.

All that much the better, the sooner that he could get away from the palace, the better, his injuries from the last training session were among the most brutal. He had been tempted with the darkest of dark magic and Harry had to admit, it was a tantalizing offer.

He made it past the gates, this was the furthest that he ever went.

'I wonder,' Harry thought to himself and he could feel the whispers in the realm. They intended to tempt those who were inside to do things that they shouldn't do. The wizard picked up the pace, nearly running smack dab into something.

It was a wonder Harry was able to put the brakes on completely. How he did not notice this particular specimen before now, one could chalk it up to being lost in his thoughts.

Her blonde hair hung wildly down, framing her face, with a seductive and sinister quality as well. Her piercing blue eyes stared him down. White strips of fabric went over her nipples, with her perky breasts. The fabric looked to strain over it.

Her stomach was flat, without an ounce of fat. The white material on the bottom half of her barely covered what she needed to cover. Her long legs stretched down, she had a body made for sin.

The irony considering where he was, but she started to babble frantically at him, and a bit angrily, although Harry could not figure out if it was angry or not. Never the less, she was getting frantic with her attempts to get his attention.

"Okay, okay, okay, just calm down, please," Harry told her but she was not really calm at all, in fact she was calm.

Harry racked his brain with a translation spell, he remembered reading about one in the library…..and he remembered it. Lifting his hand, he performed the wordless equation, performing true magic to do so.

"Can you understand me?" Harry asked.

"Yes….yes," she said, still having traces of her Russian accent, but he could understand her in clear English. "He grabbed me….he grabbed me, and he's trying to change me, using me…..he said that he tested the process on others, but they perished."

Harry could understand that she was being changed just by looking at her. There was a certain dark Aura that was building in her, just prime for the corruption. That power was extremely alluring and Harry was drawn into it just like that.

"Did he….he plans to use you as well?" Harry asked her and she nodded.

"Yes," she said, but she suspiciously looked at him. "But how do I know that you're not one of his….trying to make me come back, because I won't go back."

"We need to move….providing you're not someone who will tempt me back," Harry told her and the two of them stared each other down. The Russian female looked at him, with indignation dancing in her eyes.

"I'm not!" she protested hotly, fire burning from her eyes as she stared him down.

Harry realized that, he could sense that Belasco tried to subvert her as well. From a very young age as well, she was fairly young when she got brought here, as was Harry. He could sense the dark taint all over her body.

"Okay, if you say….but you would say that if you were, wouldn't you?" Harry asked her and he could see something approaching them. "This way….just come with me, we'll find a way out of here!"

The two of them dodged behind a large stone pillar, but there was no indication what they were after. Harry sensed something strange in the air.

"Do you feel that?"

"Yes…but what….."

Harry held up his hand and there was something there, stirring in the shadows.

They could turn back and run into Belasco's minions. That was not an option, and while Harry had some working knowledge on his side, the number's game was frustrating to deal with.

Then it was this mysterious person, who wore a silver cloak and carried an amulet, approaching them.

The blonde tensed up, her eyes glowing as this woman stared them down.

"You're a long way from home, aren't you?"

This woman spoke with an exotic accent and Harry could feel something primal stir in him. Perhaps the corruption had worked better than expected, but he had to focus on getting himself out of here alive.

"It looks like I got here in time."

Harry didn't trust easily, call it paranoia, call it experience, but he regarded this woman with suspicion.

"Who are you?"

If he didn't like the answer, Harry knew what he had to do, even though he just might be in way over his head.

To Be Continued on July 9th 2014.