Title: Fortuna Exulis
Fandoms: Riddick (2013)/Harry Potter
Pairing: Richard B. Riddick/Harry Potter
Rating: Teen (for now)
Warnings: AU, mPreg, Mating, Bonding, D/s, Bloodplay, Violence, Language, Character Deaths (Minor), Character Bashing, Grey!Harry, Moral Ambiguity, Pregnant Harry, BAMF Harry Potter, BAMF Riddick, Protective Riddick, Companionable Snark, Domestic Fluff, Light Angst, Crossover, Crossover Pairings, Protective Harry
Spoilers: HP spoilers for books 1-5 and goes AU after that. General spoilers for the entire Riddick series to be safe.

Notes: The Harry in this story isn't quite like canon!Harry (though I like to think that canon!Harry could have grown into my Harry if given the chance)... my Harry is a bit grey with darker leanings, a vicious temper when those he loves are threatened and is morally ambiguous. He's the perfect match for the BAMF anti-hero that we all know and love.

I'm not sure how quickly I will update this story, so don't hold your breath until the next update... because it could be anywhere from a few days to a few weeks (months). I'm hoping my muse lights a fire under my ass and we all benefit from it. :-p

Pompous voices droned on continuously, the voices spoke words like "dangerous", "violent", "disappointment", "liability" and "for the greater good" as their owners handed down judgment on the accused. The courtroom was filled to the brim with people, all sitting on the edge of their seats waiting with bated breath. There were those looking for a quote to print or those who sat with a sense of glee at being present for the trial of the century. There were those who sat with watery eyes and shamed faces, purposely looking anywhere but at the man who they had forsaken. And then there were those who sat self-righteous and glaring, passing down judgment right along with the court who arrogantly awarded punishment to a young man who had held all of their fate's in his hand not weeks before.

In the midst of it all, a silent young man sat with his head down, still as a stone as he was sentenced to having his magic bound and his body banished… "and may the gods have mercy on your soul."

Harry lifted his head, the first time since the mockery of a trial had begun and stared up at the pompous windbag who had spoken those words. The man, the newly appointed Minister of Magic, squirmed as he met Harry's unflinching eyes before sucking in a breath and puffing out his chest in mock righteousness.

"Harry Potter, do you have any words before judgment is passed?"

Letting his eyes roam around the room, Harry stopped at the sight to his left. The Weasley family sat in the stands all but a few looking down their noses at Harry, looked back at him with anger and disappointment, judgment, in their eyes. Mrs. Weasley's eyes were red and watery, a handkerchief gripped tightly in her hand as she cried the loss of the sweet little boy who had turned out so wrong. Mr. Weasley had a look of failing in his eyes as he shook his head at Harry and turned away from his searching eyes. George looked lost as he met Harry's stare, he had been the only one to stay on his side throughout the trial, to not label him a vicious and dangerous killer... but with the loss of Fred, his twin and half of his soul, George's zest for life and his magic was merely a shade of what it used to be. Percy and Ron had varying looks of anger and disgust on their faces, neither of them had an ounce of pity or love in their eyes as they met his stare. And, Ginny, she had a look of anger mixed with disappointment on her face; her ticket to a better life and the title of Lady Potter ripped from her greedy grasp.

The sight of them all wasn't new; they had all worn similar looks throughout the trial, as Harry's misdeeds were recounted to the courtroom. Every death at his hand, every moment that he'd waited too long to act, every instance of "instability" on his part, was nitpicked with a fine tooth comb over the course of weeks. They had talked about his vicious kills during the war, of his near gleeful hunting of the people who had killed his loved ones, of his lack of remorse for the violent deaths he meted out to the opposing side of the war.

All of it was true, Harry had never denied it. Every death at his hand had been efficient, swift and most definitely bloody; he had gladly killed Voldemort's followers for the atrocities they had taken part in. The two heaviest charges against him were for the murder of Bellatrix Lestrange and Voldemort. He thought it was laughable at how ridiculous it was for the Ministry to charge him for their deaths when the previous Minister himself had laid the task of winning the war solely at Harry's feet, with a "by any means necessary" speech.

He had won the war for these bloody people and this was the thanks he received for it?

"What more is there to say than every last one of you is cracked if you think that I feel guilt for what I did. I won your war for you while you sat comfortably in your homes or in your cushy chairs at the Ministry… while people lay dying and broken because of your inability to stand up and fight for your own lives. I was so happy to enter the magical world when I was eleven; it was like a dream come true… everything so wonderful and fantastical… filled with magic. But that happiness quickly faded when I realized how corrupt and stagnant you people are. You're so willing to stick with the status quo… letting barmy ideas like blood purity and social status direct the lives of millions, letting countless people and magical creatures be oppressed because you are unwilling to fight for a better world."

Harry's voice rang out in the crowded room, not a single sound could be heard but the echo of his voice on the stone walls of the Ministry court room as he spoke. He looked at each of the Ministry officials, at the crowd, at the Weasleys, but each of them flinched and looked the other way when he tried to meet their eyes.

"I did what I had to do to win this war and any guilt I feel now isn't for those who lives I took… they deserved every vicious spell I killed them with… no, the guilt I feel is for those who fought along with me and who gave their lives for nothing, they gave their lives for all of you and the world's still going to be the same. Dumbledore, Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Hermione Granger and so much more... those are the people I feel sorry for; they gave their lives so that you all could be safe and this is the result of their sacrifice. You can blame Voldemort all you like for this war, but you all brought it on yourselves… for your inability to stand up for what's right instead of what is easy or what someone else tells you is the way things should be."

The silence after he stopped speaking was like a roaring silence, the drop of a pin could be heard in the stillness left behind.

"Very well, you're last words have been recorded." The Minister for Magic spoke at last. "Harry James Potter, you are found guilty of 37 heinous acts of murder during the Second Magical War and for suspicion of pooling power to take the place as the next dark lord. You are hereby sentenced to having your magic bound and banishment from our world, Aurors do your duty."

Harry watched with an impassive eye as six Aurors came towards him, wands at the ready. Even with his wand no longer available to him, he felt his magic spike as the threat moved closer to him, getting ready to be available for Harry to protect himself should he have need of it. It amazed him that for all that the magical world knew about magic they were stupid when it came to recognizing when a being more powerful than themselves was right in front of them.

Four Aurors stood by with their wands drawn as two began to weave a complicated spell to bind Harry's magic. It was complex and took the better part of a half hour, Harry felt the tickle of the spell trying to do its work, but each time the spell tried to close off magical pathways in his body his magic buffeted against the spell and found other ways of letting the magic flow. As the Aurors progressed he could see as they got more frustrated and scared as they worked, truly beginning to understand the insurmountable odds they were up against. Though Harry hadn't made any effort to hide his true magical power, he hadn't broadcasted it either and so he knew that most of the magical world was completely unaware of his true well of magic. Finally, the two Aurors stepped back and whispered to the Minister in a heated exchange.

Harry smirked when the Minister straightened up very quickly at no doubt hearing that he was too powerful to have his magic bound, that only Dumbledore or Merlin himself could have had the power to bind Harry's magic... if that. More words were exchanged and within a few seconds 15 more Aurors came running into the court room and surrounded Harry where he sat placidly in the center of the room.

"Very well, it seems that your magic will not be bound… this makes no difference, for where you're going magic will make no difference. Aurors, begin the banishment ritual."

The same two Aurors who tried the binding spell began setting up the banishment ritual on the floor around Harry's chair. A complicated mix of a pentagram and runes were written in blood on the marble floor of the courtroom, weaving the spell. It was an old traditional banishment spell that relied on not only the magic of those casting the spell, but the magic of the one who would be banished as well. It drew the power from those involved in it and created a unique banishment that found the perfect time and space to send the one being banished that would be tantamount to their own private hell. It relied on the thoughts, feelings, emotions and fears of the banished to find this "hell" and therefore was considered the worst banishment ritual to have ever been created… lucky for Harry.

It's a funny thing though… how magic can be influenced, how it can be swayed to favor one in the face of others. For Harry Potter, Fate held sway over magic and with just a few… tweaks… the banishment spell that would have been Hell turned out to be something Harry had always needed and wanted instead.

As the pre-ritual arrangements came to a close the Aurors stepped back and nodded to the Minister that the ritual was ready.

"Let it be known that today we banish Harry James Potter for crimes against magic, against country and against humanity. Let this banishment be forever remembered as the price he paid for turning to the dark, letting his baser instincts direct his actions rather than letting morality and civility be his guide."

As the Minister's voice echoed in the large courtroom, the Minister nodded at the lead Auror and stood back as the man intoned the final part of the spell in Latin… banishing Harry James Potter from space and time.