Koi No Ignition

Chapter 1: The Wormhole

Disclaimer: I am neither rich nor anywhere close to a decent artist so I cannot possibly own either Harry Potter or One Piece. I, however will play to my heart's content with the characters! Please don't sue because I don't really have money….. Thanks.

Note from ShinythiefXblast: I am continuing work on A Bigger Issue however I am experiencing writer's block on that particular story so I decided to go ahead and post the HP/OP crossover that's been bouncing around my head instead. I will not guarantee quick or regular chapter postings although I currently have rough sketches for the first three chapters at least. I will tell you however that this fic will continue until around the time of Ace's execution in canon….. I have no idea at this point in time whether I will save him from the chopping block or not. All I ask is that you are a little patient with me and as always I appreciate reviews very much! Thanks!

AN: After a certain point, Harry will no longer be called Harry, his new name is Midori. Also, this is AceXMidori SLASH, YAOI, BOYXBOYLOVE! If you don't like this kind of thing then please don't read!

Blood. The very first thing that registered in Harry's mind as he regained consciousness was the cloying, metallic scent of blood hanging in the air. The next thing he felt was hot, salty tears splashing on his arms from above, accompanied by great, howling wails of grief. He knew he had to remain still, even though he wanted to reassure his friends. If he didn't wait until just the right moment, Harry knew that his opossum act would be for nothing. For a moment, all he could hear were dull sobs and moans of pain, but the surroundings soon grew quiet. Voldemort's high, cruel voice rose above the crowd with the aid of the Sonorus Charm.

"It's all over for you warriors of 'light'! I have killed your cowardly 'Savior' while he ran with his tail between his legs, weak dog that he was!" Voldemort's pallid, snake-like face was stretched into a grotesque parody of a smile.

"If you need proof, here is his cold, dead body! Hahahahahah!" Harry fought to stay completely limp as he was levitated and then dropped several times, and was finally kicked in the stomach with someone's steel-toe boot. He inwardly winced, knowing that if by some miracle he managed to survive this he would be in a great deal of pain. Yet, even as he lay there, a strong, clear voice rang over the Hogwarts grounds.

"You're a dirty liar, Voldemort! Harry isn't that kind of person! You probably cursed him from behind you bloody coward!" Voldemort's eyes widened comically in rage as he turned towards the offending voice.

"Who would dare?" Bellatrix Lestrange's deranged cackle broke through.

"It's ickle baby Long-arse my Lord! Please permit me to send him to his mummy and daddy my Lord" She begged Voldemort slavishly in a keening sing-song voice. Voldemort threw his arm out in a stopping gesture and her voice cut off abruptly. Neville Longbottom stood not twenty feet away with a determined look on his face and a bloodied sword of Gryffindor in his hands. At his feet lay the slain corpse of Voldemort's own familiar, Nagini.

"No my dear Bella," Voldemort said sotto voce," There will be no quarter for this one. I shall give him the honor of dying by my hand." One of the Death Eaters to the Dark Lord's left removed his mask and favored the defiant boy with a triumphant smirk. It was Antonin Dolohov, the very same Death Eater that had broken Neville's nose and nearly killed Hermione at the Ministry Fiasco two years before.

"You're dead now boy!" But all of a sudden, several volleys of spells came from all directions as Voldemort raised his wand to deal the final blow. Dolohov went flying arse over teakettle much to other's fleeting amusement. Voldemort raised a shield as his Death Eaters retaliated haplessly. Bellatrix was clipped in the shoulder with a crimson curse that caused her to snarl, and then faint where she stood. Harry made sure Voldemort was sufficiently distracted before he pulled out the invisibility cloak and covered himself with it. That didn't fool Voldemort for long and the snake-eyed wizard bellowed in anger "Ulcus Sanguinis!" Harry dodged to the side and flung a stunner back at him followed by a full body binder. Voldemort flung the spells away as though it were nothing but child's play.

"I grow tired of these games we play, Potter. It goes the same way every time. Just die already! Avada Kedavra!" Harry's eyes widened as the bright green spell arched towards him. He brought up his wand, and in an instinctual reaction, shouted, "Expelliarmus!" The golden spell met the lethal spell in mid-air, and miraculously bounced it straight back at Voldemort. The soon to be dead Dark Lord snarled in fury, knowing he couldn't dodge in time.

"Oh no Potter! If I die you are going with me! Syria localis!" The reflected killing curse hit the Dark Lord, and as his dead body fell towards the ground, Harry was propelled through a shimmering wormhole that had appeared in front of him. The last thing he heard before falling into infinite darkness was the sound of several voices screaming his name.

Harry woke. Abruptly. And in a great deal of pain. His unconscious body had rocketed down through the sky and hit the roof of a building, where he proceeded to go through the roof and hit the floor through sheer momentum. He struggled to breathe through the cloud of dust his impact had raised. He tried to open his eyes and barely managed to open them a sliver before hissing in pain. He could hear muffled voices around him and people prodding his body. Harry opened his eyes again, this time with more success. The first thing he registered was that it was Bloody. Freaking. COLD! The second thing he noticed was the man standing over him. He was pale with a plethora of freckles on his face that reminded him of the Weasleys, only this man had hair darker than his, an almost blue-black shade. He had a wide, sensual mouth that was pursed quizzically. His eyes, which normally would have been merry, were scrunched in worry for him. He was wearing a black cowboy hat that had two smiley faces, one with a smile, the other frowning, which came with a matching robe-like coat that swayed in the frigid breeze. In short, he just had the sort of laid-back je-ne-sais-quoi feeling that instantly made Harry feel he could be trusted. Harry relaxed minutely.

"Wh-Where am I?" Harry croaked, in pain just from speaking. His jaw was so sore just from those few words that Harry was not sure it was still in one piece. He rotated it slowly and decided immediately he wasn't going to do that again. Come to think of it, there were more important issues to be addressed.

"Who am I?" He asked the enigmatic man. He frowned instantly. The man came forward to scoop him up in his arms. Harry stiffened and braced himself to be dropped. When the arms tightened around him, he tentatively opened his eyes again. The man was once again looking at him with concern.

"You are in the kingdom formerly known as Drum. Does that ring any bells?" Harry shook his head and then winced at the pain of the movement. Harry gave up struggling and just relaxed in his arms.

"What's your name?" If Harry was going to trust this man to help him, he at least needed to know his name. Even though he wasn't really in a position to do anything about his injuries at the moment.

"My name is Ace. Will you allow me to take care of you?" Harry blushed in mortification. He tore his gaze to the side.

"I d-don't w-want to be a burden." Harry said while shivering. Ace smiled at him and gently set him down for a moment. He removed his long black coat to reveal a very well maintained body, before wrapping the coat around Harry and scooping him back into his arms.

"Nah don't worry about it. If you don't mind traveling with me I'll take care of you until you get better." Harry nodded but stayed silent as Ace shifted him in his arms. Ace looked at the bar proprietor and grinned. The crowd of people that had been standing around watching the whole situation slowly began returning to their meals. The barkeep was still looking at the injured boy with great worry.

"Maybe we should summon that witch doctor to look at him. He's pretty banged up." Ace shook his head and walked towards the miraculously still standing door.

"I'll take care of him old man! Remember; if Monkey D. Luffy comes through here tell him that Ace will wait in Alabasta for only ten days! He'll know who you're talking about! Later!" Ace settled Harry in his arms and took off running, dodging snowdrifts and loitering people. The bar's door smacked open as the irate barkeep came lunging outside, fire in his eyes and shark fangs in his mouth.

"OI! STOP HIM! HE DIDN'T PAY!" Ace laughed uproariously and kept running until he reached his little boat. Harry fought the urge to face-palm only because he knew he probably wouldn't be able to move like that for a while. Harry yawned tiredly as Ace laid him down inside the tiny boat and unleashed the sails as he departed. The beat of the waves against the boat quickly lulled him to sleep.

When he next woke, the sky overhead was clear and the air was warmer. He noticed that his pain had greatly reduced and he struggled to sit up. A warm hand gently pushed him back down. Harry focused his vision and saw Ace sitting quietly in front of him with a soft smile on his face. Now that he could look without the haze of pain distracting him, Harry could acknowledge that Ace was a very handsome man. He had removed the coat and laid it on Harry for covering, and in doing so left his torso completely bare. Harry could see a tattoo of what appeared to be his own botched name on his arm and the only thing covering his bottom was his pair of black shorts. Harry had a feeling Ace really liked black.

"I see you're awake. You should stay lying down for a little bit longer, or at least until I can get you to a doctor." Harry shook his head slowly, fighting down the traitorous blush rising in his cheeks.

"You shouldn't worry about that, Sir. I've always been a very fast healer. I think I should be back to normal in a few days." Ace raised his eyebrow and looked at him incredulously. Harry had a brief recollection of a dark man looking at him with the same expression and he had to momentarily fight back a laugh. Ace growled jestingly and then smirked at him.

"Just call me Ace; I'm nowhere near old enough to be called sir. I'm only 20. What's your name, kid?"

Harry bristled indignantly, and tried to sit up only to be forced back down again. He gave up. He really didn't have the strength to fight at the moment.

"I'm 17 so I'm not a kid! I don't really remember my name but I'd probably know it if someone told me." Ace grinned. His eyes sparkled in mirth.

"I'll just call you Midori then, little one. Never would have guessed you were 17, you look 14 at most…."

Midori sighed in resignation. He didn't know why exactly, but he felt that his lack of stature was a great injustice.

"I've always been short for my age; I'd halfway think my mother was a dwarf if I hadn't seen a picture of her." Ace laughed and then poured flame into his boat's engine. Midori looked at him curiously before pushing off that sweltering coat. He reached up and wiped beads of sweat from his bruised brow, revealing his lightning bolt scar.

"How are you doing that?" Ace lit his fingers on fire and then started to juggle balls of flame. He then sent out thin tongues of flame that danced around Midori.

"I ate the Flame-Flame fruit so now I am literally made of fire." Midori's eyes glazed over in confusion before he shrugged and looked back up at the wispy clouds.

"Ah, I see." Midori said, although it was blatantly obvious that he was clueless. He hummed and closed his eyes. Midori was tempted to fall asleep because of the boat's gentle rocking. He hummed again and opened his eyes.

"Hey, Ace? Where are we going?" Ace lay down next to him on the gently rocking boat, placing his arms behind his head to stare up at the sky. He was quiet for a moment, relishing the sound of the waves lapping at the sides of the small watercraft. Midori could feel intense heat coming from him and he began to slowly understand his 'made of fire' statement.

"Alabasta for now. Don't know where after that." Midori's heart began to beat even faster in excitement.

"What's Alabasta?" Ace sat up and looked at him in surprise, his eyes widened and disbelieving.

"You don't know about Alabasta? It's one of the most famous kingdoms in the Grand Line and a member of the World Council!" Midori looked at him quizzically and shook his head again in apology.

"It's not ringing any bells, Ace. Anyway, why are we going there?" Ace snorted before breaking out into gales of laughter. Midori felt the urge to belt him before settling for mentally strangling him instead. He had to count to ten again before the ass would finally stop laughing, and then, once he had stopped, the glare Midori had sent him made Ace nearly convulse with laughter.

"Ah Midori! That glare was so cute! Ahahahahahah!" Midori just growled and then proceeded to try and ignore Ace in retaliation. Such was an act better planned than carried out, for Midori found it difficult to ignore something that was touching him.

"Are you going to tell me why we are going to Alabasta?" Midori gritted out through his clenched teeth.

"Well, it's a combination of business and pleasure I'm afraid. I got information that a traitor to my crew was in Alabasta and that Luffy may be in that area as well. If we can meet again after so long that would be great." Midori felt a muted sense of jealousy at the mention of Luffy, even though he didn't really know why. He had to calm his eye twitch before he responded.

"Ah…who's Luffy?" He asked airily. Ace broke into a huge smile and Midori had to, once again, bury the unexplainable feelings of jealousy.

"He's my dumb little brother! Always in trouble, that one, ever since he was a baby…" Midori looked up and Ace had fallen asleep where he lay. Midori sat up in a panic and tried to rouse him to no avail. He placed his ear against Ace's chest, and found to his relief that his heart was beating. Midori poked him several times in the shoulder. Ace was still sleeping, amazingly, and Midori was just about to karate chop his forehead when he got the most deliciously evil idea. He sucked on his finger and got it soaking wet and promptly inserted it into Ace's ear. Ace jumped up in a panic. Jumping isn't really a wise thing to do in such a small boat and so he lost his balance and fell straight on top of Midori. Midori hissed in pain as day old bruises were jostled and Ace rolled off him. He looked at Midori apologetically.

"Sorry Midori. Are you alright?" Midori's heart was beating mile a minute as he tried to forget the simultaneous pain and pleasure he got when Ace landed on top of him.

"You are heavy, but it was my fault anyway. How long until we get to Alabasta? I think I need some pain medication." Ace looked out at the horizon and then at the log pose he had attached to his wrist, before looking back at Midori, who was now gasping in pain.

"Only about 20 minutes if I go turbo. Will you be alright until then?" Midori looked up and smiled at him. He scoffed weakly.

"I'm not that hurt Ace. I just need some pain meds and a good night's sleep then I'll be fine." Ace smiled and stood before folding the sails and tying them back.

"Alright! Brace yourself little one! Here we go!" The little craft lurched as Ace poured the fire-power on and the little boat actually rose out of the water before skimming across the surface at an amazing speed. In what seemed like only minutes, they pulled up in a tiny little bay where Ace moored his craft. Ace then bent down and lifted Midori into his arms again. Midori promptly blushed and attempted to get down. Just the bare touch of Ace's skin made his heartbeat skyrocket.

"Ace! Put me down! I can walk you know!" Ace just tightened his jaw and shook his head before beginning to walk to the small desert town.

"I'd rather not risk it Midori. You're in a great deal of pain and we don't know if anything is broken or not. We'll find a doctor and then follow his orders to the letter." Midori just gave a token protest before settling down and getting used to the feeling of Ace carrying him. Ace continued to walk the path into town and Midori fell asleep, lulled by the sound of Ace's steady heartbeat.