Title: Stars and Stones
Summary: Harry Dresden, the Winter Knight for the Winter Court, finds himself in the body of a boy name Harry Potter. Karrin Murphy is in the body of Hermione Granger. Now they both have to go through the next seven years, this Harry much more free thinking then a normal eleven year old should be and with the same problems as always. Crossover of the Dresden Files!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of Rowling or Butcher's characters and I'm making nothing from this.
I had just gone to bed when I woke up to someone screaming me to wake up. Knowing that it wasn't Mab I opened my eyes and found myself not in my room in the Winter court. In-fact I felt small. Another scream came through, demanding if I was up.
"Yes, you harpy," I hissed.
"What did you call me?" the woman demanded.
"A harpy, because you sound like one," I answered and then the door was flung open and I was forced out.
"Wait until your Uncle Vernon hears this," she said, "How dare you call me that, you freak."
I gave her a look and then she forced me into the kitchen.
"Make breakfast," she ordered.
"No, you do it," I said, "I'm a child and children do not make meals."
She went red and went to grab something, which looked like a frying pan. She brought it down, but I ducked around her and kicked her right in the butt. She went down the pan hitting her in the head. The sound brought others, both were males and both looked like they could win a pie eating contest. The oldest roared with anger and came at me.
"Dorme," I said and the large man went to his knees and was out.
"Daddy," the boy screamed, "What did you do to him?"
"I put him to sleep," I said, "I'm not going to be a punching bag."
I had been through enough of that and, even though this was a body that wasn't mine, I wasn't going to go through that again. I needed to find out what was going on here. It also seemed, and I thanked whatever powers involved, that I still had my old strength. If I hadn't then that spell would have kicked me right in the stomach.
"YOU FILTHY FREAK," he screamed and he launched at me.
"That will be enough," I said and I repeated the spell.
No sooner had the large boy fallen, but there was a knock on the door. I gritted my teeth and headed for the door. I opened it and saw a black man standing there.
"Mr. Potter," he said.
That must be this boy's name.
"Yes," I said.
"We got reports of magic being used here," he told me, "My name is Kingsley Shaklebolt."
"Do you just give out your name like that?" I asked him.
He looked confused.
"I could take your name and sell it," I told him, "The person could make you do things that you don't want to do."
He stared at me, but I was able to keep from doing a soul glaze due to my height.
"I would like to come in," he said.
"Fine, you can enter," I told him and I moved aside to let him enter.
He found these 'people' knocked out. I sat down on the couch, eating a sandwich that I had made. I was thinking about what had happened and where Bob, Murphy, Molly, and my daughter was at. I needed Bob, right now. After someone came over to check on them I was led away. I was taken to a dingy pub while Kingsley waited on someone. I only knew who it was when Kingsley greeted him. He looked like Merlin, except with the look about him that told me that he hated me.
"Harry, this is Albus Dumbledore," he told me, "Headmaster, this child put his relations to sleep."
"Is this true?" the Headmaster asked me.
"Yes," I answered.
"Why did you do that?"
"They were treating me like a slave and I'm no one's slave," I said, "I don't mind doing some chores but I'm not their cook or their butler."
"I'm sure that it's not that bad," he said and I snorted.
Did this man think that I was some kind of fool?
"He can stay here during the summer," Kingsley told him, "I doubt that his relations will want him around right now."
"I'm going to agree," the Headmaster said, "Tom, I'm paying for Mr. Potter's room."
He nodded and he handed me a key.
"Room seven," Tom told me.
"Thanks," I said and I was led up the stairs to my room.
Over the course of the next several days I was really starting to suspect that something was going on here. Without word from the Winter court, which didn't have any power due to it being summer, I didn't know what was going on. A tapping on the window made me turn and I saw an owl clutching something. It looked like a package. When I opened it it flew in, dropped what it was holding, and then flew back out. I went over and moved the paper a bit.
A bit of light greeted me.
"Bob!" I said.
"Let me out of here," Bob demanded and I removed the paper. "Stars and stones, Harry, what's going on here?"
I put him on the table.
"You know that it's me."
"Yeah," he said, "Mab told me what happened."
"So Mab sent you," I said.
"Yeah, because you need me," he said. "Well, this is a change. A little young."
"Don't remind me," I hissed. "Did Mab say anything?"
"Yes, she did," he said, "Something happened to cause you to go into the body of a child that has a fate that not even she would wish on anyone. She wants you to do a job for her."
"And what's that?" I asked.
"Destroy Tom Riddle," Bob answered, "Harry, this Tom Riddle is bad news. She believes that he's going to go after the courts if he should regain his body. This would be bad for not only the courts but also the White Council."
"Glad to know that I'm still wanted."
A/N: Since people didn't warm up to my last attempt I'm doing this one. I hope that you like it.