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Hey guys.

This is my first story on Fanfiction, it is a response to my own challenge which you can find on here on DZ2's forum: topic/88470/83180495/1/Challenge-Harry-Potter-and-the-Four-Horsemen

in reviews could you tell me about any mistakes i make and what to improve on guys.

Thanks!

oh and a quick note the Dursleys don't exist in this story

Pairings: Harry/Hermione, Neville/Luna

Harry Potter and the Horsemen of Apocalypse.

"Master..."

"Wake up master..."

In the small rectangular bedroom, a young and rather small boy of just ten years of age slept, dreaming. This boy, who lay asleep in bed, was currently living in an orphanage, placed there after the death of his mother and father, Lily and James Potter. The reason for being in said orphanage instead of a wizarding family or in the care of his godfather was because of a certain headmaster, one Albus Dumbledore. his reasoning?

"It would safer placing him in an orphanage, that way no death eaters would be able to find him, I dare say they wouldn't know where to start looking for him, nor would his fame corrupt his my mind like many others so young... "

As Harry Potter lay asleep, he was currently having a rather strange dream, one that had been recurring for the past couple of days. It was of a rather large pale white horse upon its head sat a skull which seemed to mold perfectly to its head, around its body its an armor of sorts which consisted of clean white bones almost as if the horses skeleton was on the outside of its body. Leaning up against the the horse stood a long ash grey pole at the tip a human skull skull and seemed to mold in to the pole, where upon the other side of the skull sat a shimmering curved blade that just seemed to ooze death and destruction.

"Wake up master..."

Startled awake by the new voice Harry shot up to a sitting position still in bed to see a small softly glowing ball of light hovering at the foot of bed, it was casting a soft radiant glow upon the room.

"Harry Potter..." A cold ethereal voice whispered from within the small ball of glowing light.

"What are you? What do you want?" Harry shakily questioned the small orb that seemed to be swaying softly now.

"I am something that can help you... I can help you find out who you really are, tell you things, storys of time since past, teach you things people should never know, I can aid you in becoming a warrior, a master, a king..." Spoke the ball of light in a slow cold ethereal voice as it informed Harry.

"What... what do you mean?" whispered harry intrigued by what this strange light was telling him.

"You... You are one of the Four. A god among men, A rider of apocalypse, A... A Horseman... Death" The Cold voice explained. Harry could not help the small grin that appeared on his face at prospect of being death, but one thing stumped Harry.

"But... but the Horsemen are just myth aren't they?"questioned harry confusion now settling upon his face.

"Come with me and i will show you they are much more than myth, Harry Potter. Grab my hand and i shall take you to a sacred place, a garden which you could not even start to imagine the beauty of. Grab me and i shall take you there." The cold ethereal voice commanded.

Harry couldn't help but grin, his face alight with a huge smile. He shot up at once and latched on to the glowing orb of light not knowing what to expect, only to a soft breeze and a bright intense light of which he had to close his eyes only to open them at noise of birds chirping and water flowing.

What he saw was an astounding beautiful sight, there in the middle of the garden stood stood a large and majestic tree which seemed to glow golden brown. Close by lay a small body of water, crystal clear with an array of spectacular fish. But something else caught his eye.

Over by the tree a few steps away stood four tall horses whom seemed to flow with power and majesty.

The first horse stood tall and pale white, the one from his dream he recognized. The white skull sat perfectly atop his head almost molding into it. the bone armor which seemed like an outer skeleton shined from the sunlight, but there, where its hooves where, sat a dark grey almost black mist which reeked death.

Next to what he assumed was his horse stood another, slightly taller horse. This horse was covered in a mystical golden armor the head piece supporting devil-like horns, this horses hooves were literally on fire and look as if it could burn down a forest, this horse he recognized as war's horse.

Then next to his horse on the other side stood another horse though this one slightly smaller. This horses fur light fur covering consisted of dark green almost black, its tail which was black seemed to be dripping some sort of green substance which he would assume was some sort of poison also at the feet lay a pool of said green substance. Harry recognized this horse as pestilence.

And finally on the other side of War's horse stood the smallest of all the horses, which also seemed unfed and look to be dead. it fur was patchy and a sickly white, around its hooves a small mist cloud lay, brown in colour and seemed give off a deathly feel to it. This horse he figured must be famine by the fact it looked tortured and underfed.

Something confusing caught Harry's eye as he turned head to a small patch of grass, there in the patch of grass sat three other children.

"Neville, Luna and Hermione also known as Pestilence, Famine and war." Harry jumped out of his skin as heard the cold ethereal voice again forgetting he had been there.

As Harry turned to look at them once again the three other children looked up and straight into his eye.

The Horsemen of Apocalypse had been re-united...

In a lonely cell in Azkaban something was... wrong, Sirius Black wrongly imprisoned godfather of Harry Potter was undergoing some changes in the lonely little cell. A scream tore from Black's throat a throbbing pain overtook him and doubled over clutching his side, he feel to his knees and then went silent.

"Sirius?" one Bellatrix Lestrange called from her cell from across the way. At first there was nothing, then she heard a mumbling sound.

"Hes gone mad" she said grinning evilly to herself. But then she heard it, the mumbling it was... laughter?

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha" Sirius voice had become demonic deathly almost like a demon.

All around the island the Dementors answered there masters call and killed every last guard on duty that day.

Thanks again for reading.

review and tell me what needs to be better and what-not