I know. There are too many stories about Harry falling through the Veil at the Ministry and ending up in a different world. I can only hope readers will enjoy my version.

On with the show!

Harry was frozen with horror as Bellatrix continued to torture Neville with the Cruciatus Curse as the other Death Eaters laughed. Neville was screaming and writhing on the ground. It seemed like an eternity before Bellatrix finally released the curse.

"And that was just a taster!" she cackled. Neville struggled to catch his breath.

"So you see, Potter," Malfoy drawled out. "You have no choice. Give us the prophecy. Refuse and your friends will pay the price."

Harry gripped the orb in his hand. This was his fault. His friends were suffering for his stupidity. Hermione could be on the brink of death, Ron was strangled by a brain with tentacles, Ginny and Luna were injured. And now, Neville was paying the price by being tortured like his parents. He had no choice.

"Alright, alright! Just leave them alone!" Harry yelled, holding out the orb. If there's any chance it will save his friends, he'll do it.

"Don't do it! Don't give it to them!" Neville gasped. One of the Death Eaters kicked him in the stomach.

"There's a good lad," Malfoy sneered as he approached Harry. "Maybe you're smarter than the Dark Lord believed."

Harry stretched out his arm. The orb was burning like fire in his hand. Malfoy reached to take the prophecy from him, a smirk on his face, when suddenly the doors above them burst open. While Malfoy was distracted, Harry jerked the prophecy back to him. Sirius, Lupin, Tonks, Kingsley and Moody rushed down the stairs. They fired curses down at the Death Eaters, who scattered and returned fire with a barrage of curses.

Neville took this opportunity to crawl furiously to Harry, keeping his head down to avoid spells that were flying above his head. Harry grabbed him and pulled him behind one of the arch's pillars.

"Are you okay?" asked Harry.

Neville nodded, but was still shaking. "We have to get out of here," he said hoarsely.

"Right." Harry gave the prophecy to Neville and then pulled out his wand. "Stay behind me. I'll lead us to the other side of the room."

Harry lifted Neville to his feet and tried to hurry to the nearest Order of the Phoenix member, Lupin. He saw them and motioned with his hand for them to hurry over. But Neville was still shaky on his feet. He collapsed on the ground, cradling the prophecy in both hands. Harry hurried back and gripped Neville under the arms.


Harry didn't know who cast the spell, but he did know that it was Malfoy who deflected it. It was in that horrible moment that Harry realized two things: Malfoy deflected the curse towards Harry and Harry was in front of the Veil.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion as the curse shoot towards them. Harry, in a show of desperation, pushed Neville away to safety. The curse landed at Harry's fee and the shockwave from the impact lifted him off of his feet. He felt himself fly backwards through the air. It seemed like he saw everyone, Death Eaters and Phoenix members, look on in shock as the veil swallowed him up.

Harry thought he would die immediately. Falling through an unknown doorway seemed like the end of existence. But instead, Harry seemed to float gently down a large, gray tunnel. It was the same sensation he felt when he entered Dumbledore's Pensieve. Everything around him seemed to be made of the same substance as the veil. Also, he could see that there were other doors and archways, each glowing with a white light.

Suddenly, his scar erupted with a fire he had not known before. He clutched at it, hoping to stem away any pain he could. His eyes watered horribly due to the pain. But it seemed that something was actually emerging from it. Harry could feel what felt like sand pouring from his scar. He opened his eyes to see a black smoke hovering in front of him. To his horror, the smoke seemed to take a form of Voldemort's face.

The figure in front of him was actually screaming. A high-pitched noise that liquefied Harry's insides with fear. But then, the head gave one last howl of pain and evaporated into nothing.

Harry was panting heavily at the pain he just felt and the scene of horror before him.

"What the hell was that?" he muttered.

Just when he thought things couldn't get any worse, Harry felt himself suddenly pick up speed in his descent through the tunnel. His clothes whipped around him and his hair flew into his eyes. Then, his glasses flew off his face. He tried to make grab at them, but they were already out of his reach.

"How can this get any worse?!" he yelled out. Then the universe answered.

Harry's body suddenly felt like it was suddenly being squeezed by a giant press. He couldn't take a breath in to fill his lungs. And already, he began to see stars in his eyes. But through the stars Harry saw what looked like a blue light leaking from his fingertips like a liquid. It was warm and felt thicker than water. Like blood.

He didn't know if the was the lack of air or the liquid leaking from his fingers, but he felt himself getting weaker. Harry couldn't feel his legs or his arms anymore. The stars were now gone and were replaced by darkness.

Am I dying? He thought. An image of all five of his friends flashed before his eyes. I'm so sorry everyone.

As the darkness closed in, he thought he heard the last beautiful thing he ever heard before. The song of a phoenix.

They found him where?

In the field next to Summer's grave. The girls said the grass around him had been scorched.

So…what was he doing there?

Only he can tell us that. I don't recognize him at all. And no missing persons match his appearance anywhere in Vale.

Then he's from another kingdom?


Harry heard the voices echo. He didn't know who they were. It was two men. One seemed concerned while the other, who talked really quiet and slow, seemed to be cautious.

Slowly, Harry opened his eyes. The task alone seemed to be a real struggle. He saw a white ceiling above him and for a moment, he thought he was back in the hospital wing at Hogwarts. He blinked and realized it wasn't the same ceiling. The lights coming from the ceiling were from lightbulbs, not candles. And he was laying down on what seemed to be a couch instead of a bed.

Harry struggled to push himself up into a sitting position. It was a real effort and it made him groan with pain. His entire body felt drained and sore. He grabbed the top part of the couch, and then he swung his legs off and onto the floor. Leaning back against the rest, Harry took in his surroundings.

He was in a very large living room. The floors were hardwood as well as the walls surrounding him. A large rug covered a majority of the floor. There was a brick fireplace to his left, but the fires were not lit. A beautiful sunset painting rested on top of it. In front of him was a large bookshelf, several potted plants, and large cabinet. There was what looked like a television remote on top of the cabinet, but no television was around. Just small gray box with a glowing, green light. The few windows around the house told him it was evening.

Finally there was a stair case that divided itself into the corner of the room. Half on one wall, the other half on the other side that led to second floor.

Harry rubbed his eyes, and then stopped. He just realized he could see as clear as day and didn't have his glasses on. He felt along his ears and cheeks, double checking. Excitement and confusion ran through him. It seemed like a miracle.

But then that excitement vanished when he remembered what happened. The Ministry, Death Eaters, the fight. A sick feeling swelled in his stomach when he realized his friends could still be in danger, regardless if the Order of the Phoenix showed up. He had to find a way to get back to them.


Harry jumped. A small dog with black fur across its back and white on its stomach and paws was sitting on the floor in front of his feet. It looked up curiously at Harry.

"Ummm….hello?" Harry said. The dog raised its front paws on Harry's knee and licked his hand.

"I see you've met Zwei," said a voice to Harry's right.

Harry turned to see a man standing in the doorway to what looked like the kitchen. The man was average height with blond hair and a matching goatee. He had blue eyes. He was also wearing some of the weirdest clothes Harry had ever seen.(Including what he saw wizards wearing at the Quidditch World Cup.)

He wore a tan shirt that was covered by a brown leather vest. The shirt had a red collar and the right sleeve seemed to be missing. He had a pair of matching brown shorts with black shoes. But what really added to the weird outfit was the red bandana on the left arm, the metal guard on the right shoulder, the leather gauntlet and fingerless glove on his right hand. Finally, there were the markings of a tattoo on the right bicep.

"Hello," said Harry cautiously.

"Good to see you're awake, kid," said the man. He grabbed a wooden chair and walked towards Harry. He sat down in front of him, where Zwei laid down beside the man's feet.

"My name is Taiyang. Who are you? Are you hurting anywhere?" the man asked. He looked at Harry with what seemed like genuine concern.

Harry gazed at the man for only a moment. He didn't know if he was a wizard or a muggle, so he answered as best as he could.

"My name is Harry. Harry Potter," Harry answered. The man gave no reaction to his name. He must have been a muggle. "I just feel sore and tired."

"Well you seem to be in good health. The only injury you seem to have was the funny mark on your forehead."

Harry raised a hand to forehead only feel a wrap of bandages around his head. He winced when he touched the spot where his scar was. It felt swollen and he could almost trace the unique shape under the bandage.

"It was the strangest thing, it almost looked like a lightning bolt," Taiyang explained. "But other than that, you seem to be okay."

"Thank you for treating me," said Harry. Then he remembered the voices from earlier. "Umm…I heard you say I was found near a grave?"

Taiyang nodded, his expression changed to a calculated one. "Yes. It was my daughters who found you. They found you at my late wife's grave. The grass surrounding you was burnt into a perfect circle." Taiyang reached into his shirt and pulled out what looked like a small, rectangle piece of glass that had white, plastic covers on the short sides. The glass lit up and showed a picture of Harry lying on his back in the center of the circle.

Harry gaped at the device. He didn't know what it was or how it took such detailed pictures. He knew his Aunt Petunia got a digital camera that let her see the images she just took and also view them on Uncle Vernon's computer. But this device was little bit more advance. He saw Taiyang raise an eyebrow at Harry's expression.

"You never seen a Scroll before?" asked Taiyang.

Harry swallowed and thought the best answer would be the truth. "No. I haven't seen anything like that before."

"You must have lived a pretty sheltered life then. Are you from Mistral? Vacuo? Are from one of the villages outside of Vale?

Mistral? Vacuo? Harry had never heard of these places before. He didn't know how to answer. He could lie and say he was from one of them, but then they would ask more questions and Harry would only be digging himself deeper in a hole.

Once again, the thought the truth would be best. "I came from London. It's the capital in Great Britain."

Taiyang frowned. "I've never heard of London or Great Britain. " He shifted in his seat. "Look, son. I'm trying to help you out. But I can't if you keep lying to me."

Anger flared up inside of Harry. Being accused of lying by the Ministry and his peers still had not quelled from the long year of stupid newspaper articles and cruel whispers. He knew this man didn't know his struggles, but he couldn't stem the anger that came.

"I'm not lying," Harry growled. He struggled to stand to his feet, making it after a short wobble. "I'm sorry about the damage I did. It was not my intention. I'll just leave."

Harry staggered to the door. Zwei jumped up and started barking at Harry.

"Harry, you can't leave," Taiyang insisted. The confused expression was replaced by one of concern.

"Thank you for your help," said Harry. He reached and grabbed the door handle to what he hoped was the outside. "I'll find a way to pay you back if I can."

"Stop, Harry." Taiyang said and gripped Harry's arm.

Harry jerked his arm back to hit Taiyang in the chest. His anger turned to horror when his elbow made a solid thump and Taiyang flew backwards across the room. He landed on the sofa. Harry saw the look of surprise on the man's face as he pressed a hand to his chest.

Harry gazed back at his arm. How could he in his weakened state do that? It wasn't magic. He could usually feel when his magic flowed through him and he was too old for any accidental magic to occur.

"I'm…I'm sorry," Harry gasped. He opened the door and turned to leave. "I need to go."

"Wait!" came Taiyang's shout.

Harry felt a rush of clean, cool air against his face. He saw a worn-out path leading to a forest just outside the boundaries of a neat front yard. He could hear the soft chirping of tree frogs around him.

And then he saw the moon and froze.

The moon, full and brightly lighting up the sky, was shattered. Almost half of it was several pieces, just floating beside main body. It seemed like the pieces would just start moving. But they never did.

"Harry, what's wrong? Asked Taiyang behind Harry.

Harry raised a shaking hand towards the sky. "The…the…moon."

"What about it?"

"It's not supposed to be like that," Harry whispered.

"Harry, the moon has always been like that. For as long as we can remember," answered Taiyang.

With that, all the anger within Harry vanished. The confusion, exhaustion, and stress he had just suddenly overwhelmed him. The darkness closed in once again and he fell backwards.

Harry didn't know how long he had been unconscious, but when he woke up, the lights had dimmed as low as possible. He pushed himself up on the couch, where he had been placed once again. Taiyang had been sitting in the chair beside him, watching him with a curious expression.

"How long was I out?" asked Harry.

"Just about an hour," answered Taiyang. "I must admit, I've never seen someone pass out when they see the moon."

Harry swallowed and moved his legs off the couch. Taiyang handed him a glass of water, which Harry eagerly took and gulped down. It seemed some of his strength had come back. When he was done, he handed the glass back.

"Thanks. And I'm sorry about…you know…"

Taiyang smiled. "Don't worry about it. It's not the first time I've been thrown across the room. And I doubt it will be the last."

But Harry frowned. Taiyang wasn't concerned at all about Harry's newfound strength. It seemed as though the man thought super strength in kids was a normal thing.

"Tai, I think we have more important issues than you being tossed around like a Frisbee," said a soft voice from the kitchen.

Harry turned around and saw another oddly dressed man leaning against the doorway. He was wearing a dark, gray dress shirt that had tails in the back. He had black pants and shoes. His hair, black with gray, was spiked behind him a few strands down his forehead. He wore what looked like a red cape as well.

But what seemed to make Harry nervous were the man's red eyes. The bore into him with an intensity matched only by Professor Dumbledore and Snape.

"You're right, Qrow," Taiyang said seriously. "I'm afraid we still have much to talk about Harry."

Harry slowly nodded his head. The moon he saw outside could mean only one thing: he was not on Earth. And he needed all the help he could get.

"Okay, I'll tell you both the truth. But you are not going to believe me," Harry answered.

Qrow chuckled and pulled a flask from his pocket. "Kid, I've been all over the world. I've seen some pretty weird stuff over the years. I highly doubt you could tell me anything I haven't heard before."

Harry smirked despite the situation. "Want to bet?"

"Wow me," said Qrow. He took a deep gulp from his flask and settled into an armchair beside the couch.

If he was on another world, then there was nothing stopping Harry from telling the secrets of his world. And these two had helped him. He owed it to at least tell them the truth.

Harry took a deep breath and exhaled. "My name is Harry Potter and I think I've been transported here from another world. You see, I come from a world different from yours. Mine is a world of magic…."

There we go. Another Harry Potter and RWBY crossover. I hope everyone enjoys it.