Summary: This is a Dungeons and Dragons Crossover and epic battles between Angels and Demons are at hand. Harry has to pick a side and face other enemies than just Voldemort. A strange group will be gathered to follow Harry on his way, but in the end he'll be alone. New friends and old enemies are waiting for him in the darkness and on the end of the path, gods themselves will challenge Harry. Can he win the fight and when he wins, what are the consequences?

Notice: Supernatural, no parings, no slash. Alternative 6. year story.

Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize. Everything I made up by myself I contribute to the community. Feel free to use the ideas as you like.

Author's note: It's my first story, so please don't be to hard on me. I'll try my best to keep out errors and do updates now and then, after a bit additional spell checking. Next chapter comes tomorrow, supposedly (I'm just the beta-reader uploading this, so put all the blame on me, not the author). M rated out of caution.

Harry collapsed on his bed. He was asleep within seconds. The ride home had been uneventful, but never the less tiring. After a few hours of peaceful slumber he awoke. Only half-conscious he shifted his head slightly to get a look on his watch. 4 o'clock in the morning. He groaned and picked up his glasses. He took a look again. It was still 4 o'clock.
Then he registered an envelope on his nightstand. Curiously he ripped it open and took out the letter. It was a rather short message and the parchment looked and felt old between his fingers.

Mr. Potter,

this is an invitation to join our brotherhood. If you accept, tip the letter with your wand and say 'I'm a servant of god'. If you decline just drop this letter and we will not bother you again.

After reading it, Harry's mind took up action and he reread it over and over again. He scanned the rest of the note. No sign. No symbol. Strange Who would send such a letter He became suspicious. Maybe it's a trap from Voldemort His gaze found the envelope he had dropped earlier. He picked it up and turned it over. There was it, a large symbol. A red paw cross on white ground and behind it two crossed swords.
Something snapped in Harry. I know this symbol His eyes darted to the bookshelf where Dudley's old books were assembled. Harry doubted that Dudley had read one of these or even touched it. He went over and searched for a specific book he had read once, six or seven years ago. And there it was. He drew the book out of the shelf and looked at the cover. A red paw cross on white ground stroke his eyes.
He read the title. The Tale Of The Templars. Suddenly he remembered what the story was about. The Templars was a mysterious sect founded in the time of the crusades. According to the book they were the keepers of the grave Christi and guardians of uncountable treasures. It was a fantasy novel but the foreword claimed it was based on true conditions. His mind raced. A sect approached him with an offer.

Maybe it is a trap Maybe a chance to defeat Voldemort It could be a chance to revenge Sirius But if it is a trap his sacrifice was for nothing Time is running out Dumbledore is not to be trusted He's getting old in his days
His distrustful Slytherin side kept opposing, while the daring Gryffindor within encouraged him to take the opportunity. Like in his first year the Gryffindor won. Not longer hesitating he drew his wand, tipped the letter and spoke, "I'm a servant of God". For a moment everything was silent, then the world spun around him.

A few seconds later he dropped into a dark room on hard floor. Damn it A portkey No one said these Templar-guys were wizards "We are no wizards", thundered a booming voice out of the dark. Harry stood up and tried to get an impression of the room, but he didn't see anything at all. "Where are you?", Harry asked while turning around. "We are everywhere", a different voice told him, more soft then the first. "Reveal yourself, you cowards!", Harry demanded, slightly frightened. "There is no need to be anxious. We mean no harm to you", a third person said. "Before we show our faces, you have to answer a few questions." This was the fourth unknown. Harry sensed the power that lay in the tone. He was getting uncomfortable.
"How do I know...", he was interrupted by the second voice. "We are no agents of the Dark Lord", the voice was sharper then the last time. A light turned on and illuminated a small area. First Harry saw a black robe, then a white mask, which covered the face. Blood was dripping on the floor from a cut at the throat.
"Lets get to the point, boy", the fourth said, "We want you to join us." "Why?", was one of many questions Harry wanted to ask. "Your friend Dumbledore thinks very high of you", the first one, assumed Harry.
"You know Dumbledore? Personally?", Harry inquired with weak voice. "No." "How do you know then?" "As we told you, we are everywhere. Every time." "Where were you last war? On which side do you stand?", Harry's voice was shaking. "We are on our side and only there", a harsh and rude unknown voice stated. "The boy deserves an explanation", the second voice said. Harry figured out that it was a female.
"You are right. Listen, boy. We don't intervene in the business of muggles and wizards. Our only matter is the continuance of our order. We keep the secrets of the past until the time of revelation has come. We only contact the world when we enlarge our power, like now, or God tells us to. While we do the first quite frequently, the second issue is almost forgotten to us. The war with the Dark Lord was not ours. We observed for signs of God, but we did it hidden", the forth explained, who Harry suspected to be the leader. "The wizards are scum. They aren't worthy of our assistance. They solve problems with powers they don't understand or rightly posses. Those bastards of our blood. They dishonour God in their the way of life. Vanish things our Lord has given to all people without thinking...", the tirade of the fifth person was stopped by the forth one. "Enough! Excuse our friend. He had some ... negative experiences with a witch. Therefore he is not very inclined towards the wizardkind in the moment. But he hit the point. Let me explain.

Once there was a battle in heaven. God and his servants, the angels, fought against Lucifer, the betrayer and his minions, called demons. God won and banished the devil with his followers to the abyss of hell. But he had pity with the deceased.
So he gave them another life on the earth as humans. The demons stripped of all powers becomes normal men, the fallen angels owned a bit of their former magic. It was Gods plan that the angels or wizards should enlighten the humans and convince them to pray to God, but his plan went wrong. The wizards, no longer under the control of God, were corrupted by the power and didn't lead the humans but ruled them. Wars came and the earth was destroyed. God saw this and his wrath hit the people. He sent rain till everything was erased, except of the last family that was loyal to him. God watched over them and they built a new world, but it didn't last long.
After a short time, a few found out that they possessed powers the others no longer had. They remained among the others and observed. The population increased rapidly and the remaining wizards realized that they were a minority. They feared the others number and went into seclusion. God was disappointed and sent his son to open the eyes of his people, but it was to late. Only few people saw Gods sign and followed his call. They assembled and founded the order of the holy knights, later known as The Templars. Since then we waited for another word from God and wait till now and here. From time to time we permit a member to go back for a time and help his people. That is the reason we are known in the world thanks to El Cid, Sir de Metz and Arthur Pendragon." Harry felt like the day he met Hagrid for the first time. His brain was numb. In his confusion he asked without intention, "What about the crusades?" Silence met his question. After two minutes the first person cleared his throat and took the word. "This is a dark chapter in our glorious history. One of our brethren misunderstood our oath. He went insane. Believed he was Gods son and he had to regain the corpus of Jesus Christ."

"He was a fool, but powerful", the fifth contributed. "He persuaded the church to help him in his quest. We were to slow to stop him. Many people died for nothing", the first one continued. "But there were two great crusades", Harry mentioned. "As we said the betrayer was powerful and highly intelligent", the third person declared. "What happened to the grave in Jerusalem?" "Nothing. There is no grave in Jerusalem", the leader spoke and something in his tone told him to ask no further. "So why exactly am I here?", Harry changed the subject. "Are you dumb, boy?", the fifth person inquired, "It is our goal to increase our strength." Harry's mind was paralyzed. "I don't get the point." "For Gods sake! You have the potential to be the best Templar, who ever walk on this earth", the voice was harsh and impatient.
Something in Harry kicked in. He had enough 'boy' and vague or unreliable answers. "What are you talking about?", Harry yelled. "Calm down. This is our offer. We show you the way to might and power and allow you to rejoin the war against the Dark Lord, in exchange you serve God. What's your answer?"