A/N: Hello to all my readers. I know, I keep on having ideas, so I'll give you the start of this one. If you like the idea I'll start working on it more, but I'd like reviews telling me you like it if you do, or well, anything you have to say, flames will be saved to keep me warm in winter and toast marshmellows.

D&D 3.5/HP cross over.

Rating: M Reasons: Extreme and casual violence, basically just like Predatory Perspetive.

Ship: Harry/Ginny. I know, cannon, and the whole Ginny-Sue thing, but they're a good match personality wise. If you want the full reason, PM me and I'll do my best to explain.

Disclaimer: Never owned anything, never will, just borrowing the sandbox for a bit.

Ps. Here's the list of D&D 3.5 books I own, just so you know I'm a D&D'er at heart.

DM Guide 3.5

Player's Handbook 3.5

Complete Adventurer

Monster Manual 1,2,3

Fiend Folio

Fiendish Codex 1 and 2

Lords of Madness, the Book of Aberations

The Book of Exalted Deeds

The Book of Vile Darkness

Expanded Psionics

Dungeonscape

Cityscape

Magic Item Compendium

Arms and Equipment Guide

Campaign Setting: Faerun

Campaign Setting: Unapproachable East

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Harry dragged his trunk silently to his room, barely squeezing past Dudley. He left the trunk at the foot of his bed, before walking out of his room, following the hideous bellowing of his uncle. As he reached the top of the stairs, Harry was pushed by Dudley, rolling down the door the stair well. Harry was sure he had broken his arm, and blood was starting to run into his eyes. His uncle then picked up him, punching him the temple, let him drop to the ground.

‘So how do you like that you freak?’ Vernon asked, dancing on the spot. ‘They’ll never let you get away this time.’

Harry pushed himself upright, his blood stained hands leaving prints on the wall. He stood up, this time his hand passed through the wall. Harry blinked, feeling his eyes become heavy, the fell through the active portal, passing out the moment his feet left the floor of number four.

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Albus Dumbledore looked at the silver instruments screaming in protest. After a few seconds they simply fell apart, only the dust on the desk the evidence of their existence. He watched as the dust moved on its own accord, as if to spell a message.

Remember my last, Dumbledore.

A deep chuckle echoed through the office, one that seemed almost feminine. Albus Dumbledore paled as he recognised the voice. He hoped it wasn’t too late to stop Harry from realising his true heritage, his dark heritage.

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Harry stepped out of the portal in the wall vastly different from his old self. Before he stood closer to five six, and was scrawny, dressed in the casts off from his cousin. Now he stood just under six foot, his clothes well fitted to his new height and stature. Also, Harry was armed in mind and spirit, the visible weapons, the bastard sword at his hip, the short sword on his back, the throwing knives around his right thigh, the hunting knife on his belt not the only weapons he carried as he was also the first ‘human’ to master the skills of the Mind Blade.

His armour was a light plate mail, hidden beneath a layer of leather to silence the armour’s movement, his pants armoured in a similar way, finally his study boots had the tips of the handles sticking out, barely revealing the presence of boot knives. He looked at the bloated form of his uncle and smiled.

‘Hello Vernon, I’m back, though you killed me didn’t you?’ Harry asked, drawing the hunting knife, the knuckle guard sliding over the leather gloves he was wearing. ‘What nothing to say to you nephew? I’m ashamed.’

‘You will go to your room,’ Vernon stuttered.

‘I think not,’ Harry replied, his eye colour changing to a deep, cold blue. ‘Call Dudley and Petunia here.’

‘Why?’ Vernon replied, trying to tower over Harry.

‘This is why,’ Harry said, slamming the knuckle guard into Vernon’s stomach. He watched as Vernon tried to stand for a few minutes, before finally calling Petunia and Dudley into the kitchen.

‘Sit,’ Harry said flatly. He watched as they followed his instructions. ‘Petunia, please be a dear, and securely tie your husband and son to their chairs, their legs are to be apart.’

Harry waited watching Petunia like a hawk. ‘You may want to call Dumbles before I have too much fun.’

Petunia nodded, then fled the house, the front door swinging shut behind her.

‘Dudley, you have a choice, you will work out what it means when I have start on your father. Vernon, no Vee-vee,’ Harry said. He watched as his uncle paled, the old nickname he had from school stirring some very bad memories. ‘So, Vee-vee, you have don’t have a choice, you see, you acted like a woman, beating me up as a child, so since you behave like a woman, you’ll start to become one. Dudley, since you’re only a child mentally, you still have the chance to change, so you have the choice, left or right, is that clear?’

‘What do you mean left or right?’ Dudley stuttered, seeing Harry acting like it was entirely natural to be so inhuman.

‘Quite simply, which sac you keep,’ Harry replied, finally turning the stove on, the hottest burner started to heat the blade. ‘I want to make it a clean job you understand?’

Both Vernon and Dursley passed out, and so weren’t able to see any of what happened for the next fifteen minutes. Six loud cracks echoed as Harry sheathed his knife, his enhanced senses telling him danger was around the corner. He saw the door get blasted off its hinges, drawing his bastard sword, then forming a chakram that glowed a deep red, with green flames running up the side, he threw it through the door, keeping his bastard sword in front of him. With a flick of his wrist he sent a the green bolt of Avada Kedava back at its caster, before one final crack echoed in the kitchen, then the soft pop of a portkey arrival.

‘Hi Tonks, you smell good, is that...’ Harry started, then paused smelling the room. ‘Sex? Remus you cradle snatcher.’

Both of the named people blushed deeply, though Tonks showed the greatest reaction, her entire body turning pink. Everyone, including Dumbledore looked at the pair, wondering how Harry could tell what Remus and Tonks got up to.

‘But we bathed...’ Tonks muttered.

‘Sorry, enhanced senses,’ Harry replied.

‘There was a disturbance, then we came as soon as we could,’ Dumbledore started. Harry held up his hand, cutting them off.

‘If you call a ‘disturbance’ my uncle and cousin trying to kill me, then go on, if you think that’s attempted murder, please leave this room,’ Harry said. ‘I’m planning on treating the rest to a disturbance.’

The room paled, and finally Molly fainted.

‘Good, Albus,’ Harry called.

‘Yes? Is there something I can do Harry?’ Dumbledore asked.

‘No, my pet wolf, Albus,’ Harry said, patting the St Bernard sized wolf that appeared beside him. He ran a hand through the deep black fur. ‘They’re out back, you could do with a good feed.’

Albus panted, before walking into the backyard. After a few more seconds the sounds of tearing flesh and bones breaking echoed into the room. Arthur pushed the door to the back yard open, the sight before the group causing all bar three to throw up. Only Arthur, Dumbledore and Harry kept their stomachs. Albus, the demonic wolf, had started to eat the bodies, and the amount of gore now had tripled from the attack Harry had used.

‘Well, he’s eating, that’s a good sign,’ Harry commented. ‘He’s a big softie really.’

‘I see,’ Dumbledore replied.

‘Then some of the time he is just a big coward,’ Harry muttered, earning a growl from Albus the wolf. He crushed the head in his mouth, flesh and bone exploding from the vast pressure placed on the skull. ‘Well, I would have been too, it was a red dragon.’

Everyone winced as Albus the wolf sniggered, a deeply unnatural and evil sound. Harry’s laughter seemed more like a growl than any human should have, Remus going pale again.

‘Oh relax, I bet you’d like to know what happened to me?’ Harry asked. He smelled the air. ‘The toilet and shower is upstairs Ginny, please, it’s hard enough with Remus and Tonks smelling of sex.’

Ginny flushed a deep pink, before running up to the stairs.

‘What do you mean?’ Arthur asked.

‘She was... quite, happy, Harry returned,’ Remus replied.

‘Quite happy? She makes a swamp look like a dried out lake,’ Harry replied. Hermione looked at him oddly.

‘What are you Harry?’ she asked, still studying the new Harry. ‘What are you saying?’

‘Oh, gods, not you too,’ Harry muttered.

‘Not me what Harry?’ Hermione replied. She was silent for a few seconds, before she flushed.

‘Am I surrounded by nothing but randy women?’ Harry complained. ‘Everything is fine, then they drop the enhanced sense of smell on me... walk by a brothel and you can barely walk straight. Not that bad he said! You try to sneak in when all you can smell is sex!’

Harry turned around, and punched a hole in the outside wall, his fist appearing on the other side of the wall.

‘Perhaps you had better start your tale at the Burrow,’ Dumbledore said calmly.

‘Yes, I better, my wolf will be along shortly, if you could get Ginny, Hermione?’ Harry asked, disappearing into an unseen portal.

‘Harry has changed alot...’ Tonks muttered. ‘He was so shy...’

‘I hope Ginny can keep herself from being too... happy,’ Remus whispered.

‘Why?’ Molly asked. She still looked very pale, but seemed to be able to stand on her own feet for the moment.

‘He’s not the same Molly,’ Arthur replied. ‘Not the same at all.’