Author: The Plot Bunny Whisperer
Title: All the Stars in a Pitch Black Sky
Rating: R
Summary: AU Crossover with COR:PB HR Slash. Abandoned on a world of eternal light, Harry and Draco must depend on an escaped murderer to survive the coming darkness.
Warning: Slash, character death, blood
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or Pitch Black/Chronicles of Riddick.
Claimer: I do own Harry and Draco’s species. You’ll see what I mean.
Dedication: Always and forever for the muse of this story, my Pri-chan, Cute Little Kitten18.

AN: I’ve decided to format a little bit differently than I normally do. You’ll have tell me if you like this new style. I might use it more often if you do. Some of the speech is taken from the script of Pitch Black, but not a lot. Just what I thought was really good and didn’t feel like taking out or changing.

This is a story written for a friend of mine (just like Domm, actually, only this one is shorter). It is eleven chapters long, but I’ve only written up to 6 1/2. I got lazy half-way through 6, but I’ll get around to finishing it. Eventually. ¬¬”

Enjoy.

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The suns were unusually hot. The powerful rays struck the sand sending heat-waves into the air, causing everything around to shimmer as though in an exotic dance. It was a world of never-ending light, with three suns that circled a small dilapidated planet

Far in the distance, hundreds of pillars shot upwards toward the sky like celebrants in prayer. More than simple earthly formations, these pillars housed a dark secret, a portal into a world where one could only meet death. Between the pillars and clearer land was what amassed to a graveyard, filled from end to end with the skeletal remains of the great beasts that had once roamed the barren world. All around, hills and mountains littered the surface.

It was a dead world, vacant of all life save for the surging mass of darkness below the surface and two lonely souls above.

Alone - but not for long.

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All the Stars in a Pitch Black Sky
Chapter One

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It was easy to miss the stars. The light of three suns drowned out all other light, leaving the sky a bright yellow for half the day and a bright blue for the other. Of course, a taste of the stars was not worth a painful death.

Verdant eyes snapped open and their owner stood, staring out into the far distance. They flittered to the sky before narrowing. He turned away. Not far behind him stood another, taller and fairer, waiting patiently with bare feet planted firmly in the dirt.

“What is it, kal’is?” Green eyes peered into ice blue before looking back at the sky.

For a long moment, there was silence.

“They come,” he answered finally. His bright eyes clouded as though seeing something others could not. “From the sky they fall into the valley eleven strong. Men, women, children. Pass the pillars divided and through the graveyard they enter from the canyon seeking water… and finding us.” His voice lowered to a whisper. “The world is shrouded by darkness and one by one they fall to the hunger of the Zhal'mekres until few are left.”

“What should we do?”

“Nothing, kali’ridu. We let them come.”

“Is that wise, Harris?” Harris looked at him, his eyes no longer clouded.

“We could hide and wait out the darkness, oridu, but what then? This dead world is not where we belong.” He turned away from the mountain and began to walk back toward their camp. “Come, Draconis. We must prepare.”

“Yes, kal’is.”

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It was as he said, Draconis thought, eyes riveted to the smoking hunk of metal somewhat buried in the sand. Only minutes before it had fallen from the sky, breaking apart piece by piece until it had come to slow stop. Not too long after, people had emerged. He only counted ten. Draconis frowned. Was Harris off? He adjusted his eyesight and sighed. No. The last was still inside.

This worried him. He didn’t want to be found, but he didn’t want to stay on this world. The world was much too dead for his brother to stand, and he himself did not like the lurking evil underneath the surface. He supposed that if it was meant to be, he would live with it.

Harry’s premonitions were never wrong.

He wrapped the winds around him to mask his steps and body from view and went closer to listen in.

“So what are we going to do with him, Johns?” The blonde woman stood a bit away from the rest of the group with a tall brown-haired man. Both of them look toward the downed vessel.

“We’ll leave him there for now,” the man answered her. “We’ll worry about him when we have to. First we need to find water and a way off this rock.” The two joined the others of their small group.

Draconis stayed behind to watch them as they began to explore the damage. As all of them disappeared into another part of the vessel, the last emerged from the largest piece. The large, bald man seemed to struggling with restraints around his wrists before they came off. He tossed them away and looked around before running off into the opposite direction.

Draco frowned. Was this man a prisoner? Someone dangerous? He looked at the direction the man had disappeared in. Whoever it was, he was headed toward the camp – toward his brother. He cast his mind out until he felt the familiar presence of his brother.

‘A man heads your way, kal’is. He may be dangerous.’ In his mind, his brother laughed.

‘He is dangerous, kali’ridu. But not to us.’

Draco frowned. ‘What do you mean?’

‘That will be known in time.’ Draco growled at the mysterious answer. ‘For now, my brother, you should pay attention to our visitors.’ The connection cut off abruptly and Draco blinked before looking down.

The other survivors of the crash appeared to have noticed the disappearance of the last man. Their emotions were chaotic, mostly fearful and anxious. One man among them was fairly radiating rage. The group gathered together, arming themselves with a multitude of weapons. Draconis checked the wind cloaking him one more time before alighting atop the downed vessel. He looked down and listened.

“Imam.” The blonde from earlier addressed another man, dressed in what could only be holy garb. “If we’re going to find water, we better leave now before nightfall.”

“There isn’t going to be a nightfall.” The woman and holy man looked towards another man, British from the accent, clutching what seemed to be a small scythe. “You better have a look at this.”

The blue sun was rising over the horizon.

“This planet has three suns,” a young girl that was dressed as a boy said in a mixture of surprise and complaint.

“This is a good sign,” said the holy man, throwing an arm around the boy at his side. “Blue sun, blue water. We have been given a direction from Allah.”

“More like it’s a bad sign.” Johns checked the clips of his gun and looked up. “That’s Riddick’s direction.”

“I though you said you found his cuffs in the other direction,” said the blonde, “towards the twin suns, sunset?”

“That’s right.” Johns cocked his weapon and handed it off to another, a darker-skinned man. “That means he went towards sunrise.” He turned to face the other man. “Zeke. It’s fully loaded and the safety’s on. Shoot first, ask later.”

“And if he finds us first?” asked the British man, looking somewhat frightened. Johns gave him a sarcastic grin.

“Then there won’t be any shots, will there?”

Draco unfurled his wings and lifted off into the air.