Prologue

A/N: I just finished RWBY for the first time and started having ideas for a crossover with the Harry Potter universe. I'm not abandoning my other story but I just had to get some of this out. Don't expect many updates for either of my stories until at least the end of June as I am taking some summer classes in University. This story will have a Harry/Pyrrha pairing. I think Jaune will be in the story but probably in the background and I'm not sure what I'll do with him yet. I hope you enjoy! Leave me a review and let me know what you think! Oh and the few italicized lines at the beginning of this chapter are taken directly from Order of the Phoenix which I obviously don't own.

"Kill me now, Dumbledore …"

Blinded and dying, every part of him screaming for release, Harry felt the creature use him again ...

"If death is nothing, Dumbledore, kill the boy …"

Let the pain stop, thought Harry ... let him kill us ... end it, Dumbledore ... death is nothing compared to this ...

And I'll see Sirius again ...

And as Harry's heart filled with emotion, the creature's coils loosened, the pain was gone; Harry was lying face down on the floor, his glasses gone, shivering as though he lay upon ice, not wood ...

And there were voices echoing through the hall, more voices than there should have been ... Harry opened his eyes, saw his glasses lying by the heel of the headless statue that had been guarding him, but which now lay flat on its back, cracked and immobile.

Suddenly the voices turned into screams. Grabbing his glasses he pushed himself to his feet. He just got a glimpse of Dumbledore's frightened face before the spell hit him from behind, freezing him in place. Someone had a tight grip on his arm.

"Let him go Tom," Dumbledore's voice rang out into the atrium. Harry was still trying to catch up with what was going on, but what he did notice was Minister Fudge standing at the front of the crowd of new arrivals. At first he thought that the minister was staring at him in fear but it was moments later that he realized it was whoever was standing behind him. That was when he heard the voice. The voice that would have sent shivers down his spine if he was able to move at all.

"No Dumbledore. This is going to end tonight." And thus the dark lord tightened his grip on Harry's arm and they popped out of existence. Harry wasn't sure what was going on, but all he knew was that it felt as if his whole body were being compressed and squeezed through a narrow tube. When they popped back into existence, Harry saw stars, the spell he was under being the only thing keeping him upright.

As his vision started to clear he found himself back where he had been just minutes before, standing in front of the veil that had claimed his godfathers life. Looking down the steps he saw Remus and Tonks staring at him in shock and fear, his friends behind them. Both Ron and Hermione looked to be unconscious. Ginny was awake though, staring at him in wide eyed horror before a determined look came over her face. She began to limp towards him on her injured ankle with her wand raised.

"I wouldn't try that if I were you girl," Voldemort snarled, emphasizing his point by pressing the tip of his wand into Harry's neck. Ginny faltered and stopped advancing but didn't lower her wand. Harry was silently impressed as she proceeded to glare over his shoulder, but Harry soon saw her wince in pain.

Her hand reaching up towards her forehead. Harry struggled against his invisible bonds. He knew that expression, as it was the same one that had often marred his own face after occlumency lessons with Snape. Voldemort was invading her mind.

"What's this? Someone else in love with young Harry here? Love!" He spat the word. "What a useless emotion. Dumbledore is always preaching about it how will save you, but it only leads to weakness. Tell me girl! Would you give your life for him, like his mudblood moth-"

Suddenly he paused. Harry noticed out of the corner of his eye something silver shoot out of Tonks' wand and leave the chamber. Ginny doubled over in pain and Voldemort's voice changed from faintly amused and disgusted to enraged, "I've been in your mind before… There's a trace... When have I-" He paused again as Ginny gasped. "LUCIUS!" Harry was pretty sure that he had just discovered that his diary had been destroyed.

Before anything else could happen in this vein several pops announced the arrival of Dumbledore and the Aurors. "Ah, Dumbledore! You've arrived. Good." He brandished his arm gesturing towards Harry. "Here is your prophesied saviour! Your chosen one." The mockery was evident in his voice. "The only one with the supposed power to beat me! I'll admit I failed to kill him all those years ago, he escaped death last year too, and he's even resisted my attempts at possession! Luckily this will be a problem no more! I don't know why I didn't think of this before. I won't be the one to kill Harry Potter… it will be done for me." He let out an insane cackle.

"Tom. Let him go. I will allow you to leave here unhampered, just let him go." Dumbledore, ever the politician, continued to speak in measured tone, though Harry, for the first time in his life, noticed the panicked look in the ancient wizards eyes.

"As you wish Dumbledore," he gave an overly flourished bow before Harry felt himself being pushed backward. Shouts broke out around the chamber as spells were exchanged. Something hit him in the chest and suddenly he could move again. He stumbled around spinning to face the direction of his movement. The problem though, was that despite being free, his momentum was still forcing him in the same direction as before. So it was, that his last thoughts before crashing face first into the veil, were of how he would get to see Sirius and his parents again soon.

Harry felt as if he were floating. Looking around in a vast black expanse, Harry imagined this is what it would be like to float through outer-space. There was a bright light ahead of him. It was almost like looking into the sun. He could hear the whispers of voices coming from that direction. The same whispers he'd heard when he'd first come across the veil.

As soon as these thoughts formed, he noticed that he was accelerating. He was heading faster and faster towards the light. All of a sudden there were flashes of colour passing on either side of him. Glancing over he realized different scenes were playing out. It was like watching the TV back at the Dursley's.

In one such instance he saw himself in Dumbledore's office, he was watching a pensieve and then talking. Suddenly the other him stood and started smashing the contents of the office.

Shaking his head he looked at the next one, his eyes nearly popped out of his head, as he saw another version of him snogging one Ginny Weasley. It shifted after that and he saw the two of them, much older, leading what appeared to be their children to platform Nine and Three Quarters.

Quickly moving on he saw Sirius alive and hugging him in the Hogwarts hospital wing after the battle in the Ministry. On and on they went. He saw himself fighting Voldemort often, sometimes, strangely enough Dumbledore too. Sometimes the both of them. He even saw one where he was fighting Grindelwald, the Dark Lord Dumbledore had defeated when he was younger. He only knew who it was because of a picture he'd seen in Flourish and Blotts several years earlier.

He saw himself dating many different girls, often Ginny or Hermione, sometimes others from Hogwarts like Susan Bones, Hannah Abbot, the Patil twins, and even Luna. He was surprised to see himself dating several Slytherins. He recognized Daphne Greengrass in many of these visions, probably the most other than Ginny and Hermione. One that really threw his head for a loop was when he saw himself making out with Fleur Delacour. He wondered how that would come about. She'd never paid that much attention to him during the tournament, not that it seemed the dream version of him was complaining.

A couple times he saw himself growing up with his parents, younger siblings at his side. Once he even saw his bedroom at Private Drive, but instead of him, it was a girl his age with the same black hair and green eyes. Harry was starting to suspect that these were visions of things that could have been. Alternate realities if you will.

After a while the visions began to change even more. He no longer featured in them. What he saw didn't even resemble the earth he knew. Some of them looked like they were trapped in the middle ages, others in a technologically advanced future. It was around this time, as he was getting close to the light, that he felt the pain in his scar increase exponentially.

It was worse than in first year, worse than when Voldemort had touched him for the first time. He was sure his head was about to burst, when it felt as if something had been ripped loose. The pain suddenly stopped, but whatever it was had jerked him off course. He was speeding away from the light now towards one of those strange visions.

As he touched one, he felt something rather reminiscent of a portkey. Spiraling into the sensation, he lost consciousness once again.