Okay! I've decided on Harry's introduction! Here it is. Remember, if this comes even close to a Harry-as-OC-insert, please tell me, and tell me how to change it back for the better. A crossover should be that: A crossover. In another effort to make this a good crossover, I have made a lay-out of this story! It will contain several arcs, of which one will heavily feature the Wizarding World!

By the way, if you have constructive criticism or questions, ask them. Especially the criticism. This is the first story I will write that will touch on attraction between people. That's why it is M. But because this is the first time I do something like this, tell me how I did.

Also, I'm trying something new in terms of style: In medias res!

Tell me if it's too sappy. I don't normally write things like this.


Harry ran. Out of the house, out of the perimeter, out of the mere vicinity. Trying to wrap his mind over what just happened, he shook his head once more. It was clear to him, he needed some time away. He couldn't stand it anymore, the tension, the adoration of the Wizarding World, the strange things happening to him…

His run slowed to a walk as he felt his body tire, and he tried to calm down a bit. It didn't quite work.

Hermione, looking at him with a strange look on her face, while Ron told him of his newly acquired broom.

Out of breath, he sat down on a bench on a hill, looking out over some of the fields that were abundant in Ottery St. Catchpole.

Ron had just gone away, and Harry asked her how her day had been. She didn't answer. Instead, she inched closer, asked him how his day had been instead, as if to distract him.

He sighed. It shouldn't have happened. It wasn't her fault. It wasn't her fault. It's just another strange reaction women seem to have in regards to him a lot lately.

Harry got a foreboding feeling, as Hermione's face came just a bit too close for comfort.

He didn't want to acknowledge it, but he was shaken to the core. Whatever was happening to him, not even Hermione was unaffected. He hoped that Ron wouldn't think any different of him, when he learned of his new 'power'. He knew Ron probably wouldn't, but he needed the hope, right now.

Why him? What had he done to deserve this?

"Seems like you just ran a marathon." A man sat next to him, Harry's observational part tried to tell him over the screaming of his emotional parts.

"I did, probably." He answered distractedly. Now the man mentioned it, he had no idea where he was exactly. He hadn't been here before.

"You've chosen a good route. The fields are beautiful in this time of year." The man continued. Harry watched the man closely, as he'd learned to do in the war. But there were no signs of ill intent coming from the man, so Harry relaxed, and took in the sight.

Trees waved on the soft spring breeze, as the crops in the field rustled peacefully. In the distance, he could see a few cows graze on a small hill, and even further, he could see a house standing on another hill. It was most obviously a Wizarding home, as visible from the silhouette, but not one he had seen before. The whole scene fell under the rays of the sinking sun, which gave everything a red-golden tint.

"They are, aren't they." He felt at ease now, more at ease than he had felt himself over the weeks that followed the battle of Hogwarts.

"Tell me. What happened for you to have such a worrisome look on your face on such a fine evening?" The man said, his face graced with a smile, while the sun glinted on his dark bald head.

"A few things between me and some friends of mine. It's not that important." It was, though. Harry knew that, as did the man next to him.

"Of course not. But still it frightens you, doesn't it?"

"Yes." Slipped out of Harry's mouth before he knew it. And before he could stop it, more followed.

"Lately, some things keep happening. Strange things. And for some reason, I have the strangest idea that I am the source of it all." The moment returned, as did the panic Harry felt at the time.

"Take me, Harry." He could see the lust in her eyes, and he knew that things were worse than he imagined.

"It must be very strange, for a wizard to find it so." The man mused. "Go on." The man was a wizard, Harry thought, but it was drowned out by the rising dread in his throat as he relived some of the more disturbing moments of the past weeks.

"Hermione, please, get a hold of yourself!" Harry pleaded, as he tried to push off Hermione gently. She resisted for a while, until he saw something change in her eyes. A sob escaped her, as something broke in those eyes, and she quickly made space between them.

"I try to tell myself that it's because I just defeated Voldemort. It should become less in time, but it doesn't. It's like me only being there brings out their inner beast, or something." Harry said. "People tell me things, now. Some things…" Harry trailed off, before leveling a scared look at the man. "What's happening? What have I done to deserve this?"

"Harry? Hermione? What's happening?" Ron stood there, baffled, while Harry went towards the door, and Hermione sobbed in her chair.

The man shook his head. "I cannot tell you."

"I need a break. I need to get away from all this. I can't take it anymore. The things I've learned, the things people I thought I knew told me, it scares me."

The man smiled. "But what made you decide? This is no different than other days, if this has been going on for a while, no?"

Harry was silent. The sun had sunk below the horizon, and he took a moment to gather his wits.

"My friends are also affected. I'm scared that I'll hurt them if this goes on." He brought out.

"I'm sorry, Harry…" Hermione apologised as Harry opened the door and stormed out.

The man smiled at him.

"I can help you with your problem. Do you want me to?"

The trees stopped waving, as if time stood still, and Harry regarded the man one last time.

"Yes, please."

A blinding white light was the only thing Harry saw, before he whited out.

Tell me how I did. Please. Criticism is highly welcome.