A/N: hey ppl, long time no post, am back, hope ya enjoy, oh btw

I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR MASS EFFECT THEY BOTH BELONG TO THERE RESPECTIVE OWNERS

The burning houses bathed Privet Drive in a sickly flickering orange light that cast shadows over the cooling bodies of the deceased residents of the now burning and crumbling family homes. Screams echoed out through the gathered darkness as a group of men dressed in black robes that contrasted with the white masks that they were wearing. They pointed their wands at a trembling family, the little girl clutching her parents desperately. The men laughed, one flicked his wand at the tiny girl, who's eyes glazed over as she pulled away from her parents and walked over to a sharp shard of glass that was laying on the floor. Se bent over, picked it up, turned back to her parents, the mans wand never leaving her. With the shard of glass, she cut off her clothes then plunged it into her stomach, smiling sweetly at her parents as she drew it up, her intestines spilled out onto the already blood soaked concrete. The parents went wild with grief but their suffering was quickly shut off by a flash of green light. The bodies falling onto each other in a macabre pile.

On the other end of the street, a lot more destruction was happening. A man, or what resembled a man, was firing off spells at a teenager so fast that the teen had to keep on ducking and diving to stop himself from being hit. He was desperate, but thankfully, he managed to rolled behind a blown out car, nearly getting hit by a sickly brown colored spell. He was gasping for breath, is breathing coming in labored gasps, his hair was soaked with sweat to the point where it was sticking to his forehead, only partially covering the lightening bolt shaped scar. His emerald eyes flashed like those of a cornered animal, full of panic and desperate to find a way out of the life and death situation that surrounded him.

He didn't know how the bane of his existence, the self proclaimed Dark Lord Voldemort had breached the wards without breaking them, thereby not alerting the Order to his arrival at Privet Drive. In bypassing the wards, Voldemort had gained access to Harry's relative's house that he was staying at until he could go back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. All he knew was that there had been nothing, then an extremely large explosion had shattered his bedroom's window, the shock wave throwing him off of his bed. It had taken a couple of seconds for the shock to wear off before he jumped into action, throwing on any clothes that he could get his hands on. He grabbed his wand then ran down the stairs and out into the street, skidding strait to a halt at the sight of Voldemort grinning at him, his Death Eaters surrounding the house, more still were laying waste to the surrounding buildings.

"Come out Potter, I grow weary of this." Harry heard Voldemort call to him, making Harry snort derisively.

"I'm sorry Tom, but I do quite favor my life at the moment and would like to keep hold of it, if it's all the same to you." Whatever Harry expected, it wasn't for Voldemort to start chuckling.

"Yet again Potter, you show your ignorance." Voldemort waved away the Death Eaters that had slowly been closing in towards Harry who was still taking cover behind the burnt out cart. Harry frowned in puzzlement at that, maybe Voldemort wanted to fight him himself?

"Fine then, I shall endeavor to educate you about a few things. Do you know what kind of wards protected your house?" Harry frowned at the question, but seeing as Voldemort had already managed to somehow bypass the wards already, Harry saw no reason not to answer.

"Dumbledore told me they were blood wards and they were based on my mothers sacrifice." Harry answered, still tense in case there was an type of surprise attack against his position behind the blown out car.

"Ah yes, your mother's sacrifice" he chuckled humorlessly, "If I knew how much trouble it would have been, I would have just stunned her." Harry's anger rose in him, he had o fight against his body, he wanted to jump out and cut Voldemorts head clean off his shoulders.

"Your are correct however, the very nature of the wards is that they will not let anyone who wish's to harm you through them, hence the reason that myself or my Death Eaters could not get through them, even though we knew you hid here, that all changed when I was told the full wording of an interesting Prophecy." Harry gasped.

"You know the entire Prophecy?" His shock was clear in his voice and his body slowly went numb from dread.

"Why, yes, I do. It wasn't all that difficult to obtain really. Not when you consider that I have the complete loyalty of a certain potion's master. It was a simple matter of slipping Dumbledore a potion of my own design. Quite an ingenious little creation, if I don't say so myself. It completely lowers the mental defenses of whoever takes the potions, but leaves the potion drinker completely unaware of anything is wrong. It was quite simple to get Snape to slip quietly into Dumbledore's skull, and pull the Prophecy out." Voldemort said, like speaking to a child.

"So Snape was always on your side?" Harry's voice filled with hate.

"Of course he is, now, after I learnt of the of the Prophecy, I had an . . . Epiphany of sorts. As you know, my ultimate goal is to become immortal, and rule the world forever, but you are the only one that can kill me, so therefore I must get rid of you, but this 'Power the Dark Lord knows not', I must confess, it has me confused, so therefore I cannot fight you, leaving me with the only option that was left to me is to get rid of you another way."

Harry didn't have time to answer, the blown out car that he was hiding behind shattered around him, the parts of the car smashing into the house behind him. He didn't have time to be shocked, as he was suddenly flying forward, ropes meeting him halfway through the air and binding him tightly from his feet to just under his nose. He hit the ground hard at Voldemort's feet, he groaned through the ropes that bound him. He pushed away the pain, glaring at Voldemort from his position at his feet.

"To be honest, Potter you really should be thanking me for this, after all, I'm sending you away, away from all the pain of seeing your friends die, all the ones that you love and care about being cut down before my unstoppable march to ruling the world." Voldemort smirked as Harry growled in anger, he turned to the assembled Death Eaters, gesturing to the surrounding suburbs, "go, my loyal Death Eaters, go and purge the world of the filth that are the Muggle's." an overwhelming cheer went up from the surrounding black robed figures, they disappeared with one loud crack!

"Ah, alone at last Potter." Voldemort smirked at Harry, "You were a worthy opponent."

He started to chant in a guttural language that sounded harsh to Harry's ears, louder and louder the chanting got, until it echoed on the very wind itself. Harry started to feel a pulling sensation, the only thing he could liken it to would be the feeling of using a portkey, but the feeling all over the body instead of just behind the navel. The feeling grew until it started to get painful, it got to the point where he couldn't hold it in anymore and started screaming.

The pain grew in intensity until it surpassed even the crucious curse. Harry felt like his head was going to explode, and finally, with an extremely large bang, his felt himself start moving at an incredible speed. His vision was filled with a swirling red mass that slowly changed to blue, then back to red again. As he twirled round and round, the roped binding him disappeared, but Harry barely noticed, as a second after, he hit the ground hard, his world falling to darkness around him.

A/N2: ryt then, thats the first chapter, how this is going to work is i'm going to do a chapter on each planet, as well as 1 on the 'past history' ie colonist and war hero, its not gona b that but that sort of thing, then its bak to the HP universe.

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