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Flemeth was a very old woman. Little surprised her anymore, but every now and then, something truly wondrous came along and drew her attention. At the time, she had been living deep in the Korcari Wilds with her most recent daughter, a snarky little thing named Morrigan. She'd done her best to prepare the girl for the true nature of the real world and the people that lived in it- the mental strength it took to deal with the self-absorbed cruelty common to men and women spread across all of history. When it came down to it, people only cared about themselves. The things around them only mattered in the effects they had on whatever happened in their own little insignificant lives.

Oh true, there were the few occasional idealists who claimed that things like ethics mattered. Delusional little twits. Reality constantly proved them wrong. Some would call her a cynic, but she had learned her lessons long ago.

Cynicism is just what the foolish call realism because they are afraid.

And fear had long driven the actions of people, but even Flemeth knew that there were some fears worth acknowledging. For example, there was a Blight coming, much sooner than most realized, and no one in Fereldan was in any way prepared for the chaos and destruction that would follow in its wake. She'd taken a few steps that could likely help things along, but who knew if her schemes would come to reality.

All of that was set aside one day when she led her daughter back to the broken Eluvian in a dense wooded area to the east of her home. In truth, it was one of the reasons she had chosen that place to live. A reminder of days long past, although she had set aside any foolish notion that those days had somehow been better. Different perhaps, but not in any significant or meaningful way better.

In another life, an old friend had done his best to make things just that- better, and look how that nightmare had turned out.

What was left behind were mere remnants like that broken mirror, a few fragments of ancient glass still hanging from the top of its pointed arch like tears trying to fall.

But something had caused a tremor in the magic around it, as if the Fade itself had been ripped open. Flemeth knew more about the veil than almost anyone alive, but even she could not explain the feeling she had sensed. It was as if the Eluvian had somehow come back to life, but the only trace that she could discern on it was the same old faded hint of magic that had been lingering there since she had first come across it- which was what, three hundred years or so ago?

The surrounding area had held little clues, although Morrigan had found a set of what appeared to be dog tracks nearby. The girl was perceptive, but neither of them thought that even a mabari could have any way of triggering ancient Elven magic.

That had been a month prior- and now, it was happening again.

She had left behind a spell to warn her if anything out of the ordinary was happening, and when she felt something trip that ward, Flemeth grabbed Morrigan and they both shape shifted into birds in order to fly there as quickly as possible.

They reached the Eluvian soon, but instead of the shimmer of light that she had seen so long ago, this time she caught only the merest glimpse of darkness, a shadow that retreated from her eye as she turned to study it closer.

And on the far side of the broken mirror was a young man lying in the grass.

She judged him to be no more than thirty at most, likely a few years younger than that. His clothes were very finely made, but of an unusual style. He had black hair and the most vivid green eyes, wide open and staring up at the sky. Any hopes of questioning him ended as those eyes fluttered and closed though, the boy dragged down into a deep slumber.

"'Tis an interesting scar upon him," Morrigan said as they began to examine the young man. "One would wonder whether it was carved intentionally to be shaped so like a bolt of lightning."

"I have heard of stranger things," Flemeth answered. "There was a tribe that carved what looked like runes of frost into their skin in hopes of becoming immune to the cold of their homeland."

"Did it work?"

"Of course not," she chuckled. "But it did make them look all the more intimidating to those they called lowlanders, so in a way, it gave them a blessing regardless."

"Hmm," Morrigan pondered for a moment. "What shall we do with him? I assume you shall be wanting to question him when he awakes."

"Indeed." Flemeth studied the lad for a moment. There was much she could do while he was still asleep, but she would not reveal all of her skills while the girl was watching. Something was definitely odd about him. "Let us take him back to our home. We shall see what he has to say then."

"What of the Grey Wardens?"

"They will have to wait. There is a magic in this boy that feels unlike any I have ever seen before."

Providence caused her to be looking back at the Eluvian once more, and despite the lack of any breeze, one of the shards of hanging glass trembled and fell from the arch. Flemeth walked over to it and picked it up. Instead of the reflective surface, she saw a glimpse of a dark land, blackened as if by fire, and the ruins of some sort of city. Before she could show it to her daughter, the image faded. Yet another curiosity.

"Mother?"

"We have tarried here long enough," Flemeth said as she tucked the broken shard into a pocket. "Let us away."


Harry Potter knew that he was dreaming, but that didn't make the sensations feel any less real. Not that it was the type of dream that most people had- although he had plenty of those- this dream was a memory of long ago. The older he got, the more they seemed to slide into his nightly rest, perhaps trying to remind him of the better times he'd once had.

"Harry, are you alright?"

Her dark eyes sparkled with warmth and concern, and for just a moment, he let himself bathe in it. Her hair was so long and straight, and if he could do it all over again, he would have taken her to a broom closet and lost himself in her.

Parvati. Her name swam back into his mind.

"Yeah," he said, trying not to flinch, just as he had once upon a time.

"Your arm- why is it doing that?" she asked, one hand reaching out and cautiously touching him. He felt a tremor go down his left side again.

"It's just residue of the Cruciatus," he replied.

"Then the stories are true?" she gasped.

"I don't keep up with all the gossip around here. What are they saying?"

"That you-know-who captured and tortured you during the third task," she said in a whisper, sitting down on the couch next to him. The Gryffindor common room was as loud and boisterous as ever, most of the teenagers there not worrying over a miserable summer or Dark Lords that were out for their blood.

In his case, that had been literally true.

However, the noise gave Parvati an excuse to scoot that much closer to Harry's side, and he could smell her. It wasn't as strong as most perfumes he'd ever experienced, so he imagined it must have been from her shampoo, and that little hint of jasmine made the dreamer chuckle at what a fool he'd been. No girl gets that close to you if she isn't interested.

Idiot.

In his defense, at the time Harry had been more than a little distracted, not to mention his complete lack of decent role models or adults who would actually teach him something important like how to interact with girls.

"Yeah, that's true," the younger Harry said, his memory reasserting its focus.

"Then he really is back," Parvati said with a shudder. "I wonder if the headmaster will say anything at the leaving feast tonight."

"Probably."

"I'm sorry, Harry." At his look of confusion, Parvati elaborated. "For what happened to you the other night. No one deserves to be tortured, least of all you."

"Thanks," he mumbled. The poor little guy started to blush and dreamer Harry chuckled to himself. "I'm sorry too. I mean- for the Yule Ball. I realize I wasn't a very good date that night. Sorry."

"I guess I can forgive you," Parvati teased. "If anyone should apologize though, it's Ron. He was such a bastard to my sister that night. Padma hates his guts."

"Yeah, well, I don't think Ron will ever do that," Harry sighed. "I guess you can apologize to her for me. She only went with him because I asked you about it. But I honestly didn't think he would be such an arse."

"This is Ron we're talking about," Parvati giggled.

"True."

"It's too bad really," she sighed. "I was kind of hoping that life could get back to normal next year."

"I don't know if you've noticed, but my life has never been normal. Between teachers trying to kill me, basilisks trying to kill me, dementors trying to kill me, dragons trying to kill me-"

The dreamer Harry smiled in fondness at what a sarcastic little shit he used to be.

"... well, I've kind of gotten used to it by now."

"I see what you mean," Parvati said and then paused for a second before starting to grin. "You know, there is one thing you could do if you really wanted to make up for the Yule Ball with me."

"Oh, um, what?"

"A girl at her first ball expects to be escorted back on the arm of her date, you know? And the night was supposed to end with a goodnight kiss."

"Re-really?" he stuttered, certainly starting to blush as well.

"Definitely," Parvati smirked and leaned a bit closer. "Do you think you can handle that, Harry?"

"I..."

She didn't wait any longer for him, leaning in slowly, licking her lips and closing her eyes.

Harry remembered it being surprisingly nice, but the man who was dreaming could see how he had nearly botched the whole thing. Still, it could have been worse, and at least she didn't end up crying afterwards.

Or god forbid, during.

Thankfully, his technique had improved immeasurably in the many years since.

But for one last moment, the dreamer closed his eyes as well, drinking in that fading hint of jasmine and almost swearing that he could feel her lips pressed against his own once again.

He wondered if things could have been different, if maybe something more could have ever been, but only a year after that, she was gone from his life.

Yet somehow, all these years later, he could still taste her.


Harry felt better than he imagined he would as he woke. The bed was rather firm, but all things considered, he was most surprised that there even was a bed. And after some of the recent years, he wouldn't complain about much of anything as it was definitely better than many of the places where he'd spent the night.

"Awake finally, are you? Mother will be so pleased."

He looked up into golden eyes. The young woman looking down at him was rather beautiful, pale skin and lovely cleavage nicely on display, and yet despite her aloof tone, there was an excitement in her eyes that gave her away.

"Good morning," he said, sitting up and rolling his neck around. It gave a satisfying couple of pops.

"'Tis late in the afternoon, to be truthful. I am surprised that you have awoken so soon."

"I haven't been here long then?"

"We found you near the Eluvian only a few hours ago."

"It was a nice nap." Harry looked around the place he now found himself. It was a little rustic, but the wooden walls were at least fairly clean and not falling apart. "What was that you said? An Eluvian?"

"The Eluvians are mirrors that were used by the ancient elves to travel great distances in but a moment. Their loss 'tis one of the great tragedies from the fall of Arlathan."

"Well, I'm definitely not in Kansas anymore," Harry chuckled. He noticed that he was mostly undressed.

"I have not heard of this Kansas, I must confess."

"I'm not surprised." Harry sighed and looked closer at her. "What have you done with my things?"

"They are in that chest."

"Not going to rob me then?"

"I didn't see much worth robbing, if my mother would have allowed it. But she seems to think you are more than you seem, and I have to admit that there is something strange about you that bothers me."

"I've had much worse first impressions," Harry replied.

"May I ask you something?"

"Sure," he shrugged.

"Who or what is this Parvati of which you speak?"

"I was talking in my sleep again?" Harry wondered. He hadn't done that in a long time, as far as he knew. "Just a girl I knew a long time ago."

"Ah, sentimentality. What drivel."

Harry glanced at her scornful expression and couldn't help but laugh.

"What strikes you as funny?"

"You just reminded me of someone for a moment."

"Who?"

"A woman who saved my life once," he replied. "Although, to be fair, I returned the favor before we parted on very bad terms."

"She sounds like a wise woman."

Harry grinned in spite of her acidic tone. "She would have liked to think so, but she had also been pressed into an arranged marriage and I doubt much of anything ever brought her joy. In the end, I rather pitied her." He watched the girl frowning at him for a second. "I don't believe we've been introduced properly. You can call me Harry."

"Harry? Hmm, 'tis not the name I would have guessed for you." She looked him over and pondered for a moment. "I am Morrigan."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Interesting. Where I come from that was the name of a goddess."

"I remind you of a goddess, do I?" she chuckled.

"She was said to fly over fields of battle in the form of a crow, often foretelling death. Although sometimes she was an omen of victory as well, but then many may die while their forces emerge ultimately victorious. It is very rare that a battle is ever won without some casualties on both sides."

"Death in war is inevitable," she agreed with a small nod.

"True." He stood up and noticed how her eyes watched him. It wasn't truly ogling, although he thought there was a hint of that, but more curiosity than anything else. Harry didn't particularly care, she was welcome to look. "Where am I, by the way?"

"The region is known as the Korcari Wilds."

"Never heard of it, but that's no surprise." Harry shrugged as he opened the chest and saw his clothes, as well as his wand lying right on top. He was very glad they hadn't taken that. Pulling out his clothes, he began to get dressed, subtly checking everything as he went.

"'Tis in the country known as Fereldan," she added.

"I doubt he knows that name either." A much older woman entered the room, with long grey hair and similar golden eyes. Harry wondered if that was common in this strange land. "You have come from far away, haven't you?"

"That is a fair assumption, yes." He pulled on his shirt and then, most importantly, his mokeskin pouch. Harry briefly remembered Hagrid, who had given him two of the best presents he'd ever received, although that also brought back the bittersweet memory of Hedwig. She had been gone for so very long now, lost in a practically ancient war, and he had never been able to bring himself to get another pet in all the time since.

"Harry, this is my mother, Flemeth."

"Greetings," he said with a smile. There was no need not to be polite; hopefully, he might even be able to escape this encounter without engaging in too much hostility.

"To you as well, young man."

Harry chuckled at that.

"What's so funny?"

"No one has called me that in more years than I can count," he replied. At Morrigan's raised eyebrows, Harry decided to elaborate. "I'm older than I look."

"Yes, I can tell," Flemeth said. "But, I'll let you in on a little secret- so am I."

"How is that a secret?" Morrigan asked with scorn. "You encourage all the rumors of your immortality as well as your legends."

"Oh, I'm in the presence of a living legend then?" Harry grinned at that. "Cool. It's been a long time since I've been able to spend time with someone like that."

"Our time may be short, unfortunately," Flemeth responded. "You have chosen a poor time to come to this land of ours."

"That doesn't surprise me, but then again, if I had a choice, I probably wouldn't be here at all."

"Truly?" Morrigan wondered. "Where was your destination then? And more importantly, how did one such as you get so very lost?"

"That's a very long story," Harry replied. Both of them were even more curious about him than he had expected. He was dressed now though, and while neither woman had attacked him yet, Harry did not believe in waiting for the other shoe to drop. He grabbed his wand and quickly froze them both in place with two waves. Petrificus Totalis was one of the best spells to learn silently as the incantation was far too long to be very good as a surprise attack.

He hit the older woman first of course- she was obviously much more dangerous. His senses for that sort of thing had been sharpened and reinforced numerous times.

"Pardon me for this, but I've merely suffered too many ambushes and assassination attempts over the years," he said as he looked them both over. Morrigan's eyes looked both furious and possibly a bit frightened. Flemeth though- he saw delight in her gaze.

Coupled with that, he also sensed a great power within her. It was enough to drive his curiosity to do something that he might not have otherwise.

"Legilimens!"

And immediately, he knew it was a mistake. He didn't hit a wall- there was a decent chance that Occlumency didn't exist here- but Harry did find something far beyond what he expected. The old woman definitely wasn't kidding when she admitted to being older than she looked, not to mention clearly no longer exactly human. But there was also something in her that he hadn't expected to ever come across again.

Flemeth was carrying part of another soul.

Harry sighed to himself. Wherever he was now, he hadn't been able to escape horcruxes. After all the shit he'd had to go through with that crazy bastard Riddle, that wasn't something he was looking forward to dealing with ever again; but he knew he would have to, one way or another. That was the sort of thing that always got dropped on his plate.

All told, he pulled back from the massive ancient thing that dwelled inside the form of this old woman and winced at the migraine he could already feel starting to build.

What made it even worse was that he hadn't gotten any information that he needed, which meant he was going to have to try her daughter.

Harry turned and gave her a sad little smile before once again raising his wand.

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry. Legilimens!"

This time he struck gold. Morrigan's mind was much more forthcoming, likely in part due to her own curiosity about him. He even saw how she had undressed him to check for wounds while he was unconscious- and somehow he knew that she would deny any embarrassment over her actions.

He looked even further and saw so much flash by that he knew he was going to need a lot of time for his own mind to be able to process it all. Most importantly though, he saw how they had found him near this enormous broken mirror, and how they were now setting aside other plans they had for some group known as the Grey Wardens in order to discover everything they could about him. Somehow Flemeth had been able to tell that he was magical and yet very different from the sorts of mages that existed in this world.

That was going to be interesting.

Morrigan at least was no threat to him, and she honestly believed that Flemeth wasn't either- although likely to try to manipulate him for all he was worth. But from her experiences, that was just how her mother behaved towards everyone.

Harry ended the spell and rubbed at his temples with his free hand. He'd become pretty adept with mind magics, but the drawback was always painful.

"Fuck," he muttered. Harry sat back down on the bed and held his head in his hands. He was never going to get a nice peaceful retirement- he'd arrived at a little cabin in the wilderness only to find it surrounded by monsters and apparently a coming catastrophe. Waving his wand a couple of times, the two witches were released from his earlier spell holding them in place.

"Interesting use of magic," Flemeth said. "That was not a spell I recognized- how delightful!"

Her laughter was not what Morrigan expected. "Are we not to worry about him further attacking us?"

"Does that look like a man who is intent on such a purpose?"

"I suppose not."

"I'm too tired to care," Harry admitted.

"Perhaps you needed a longer nap," Morrigan suggested as she glared at him.

"Would you like to strip me down again?" he asked with a smirk.

"Why don't we continue our discussion over dinner," Flemeth said. "I've made a stew, if you're hungry."

"I suppose I could eat."

"Wonderful." She led them out to a larger room, a table set with three bowls and spoons around a large pot. "You'll have to tell me what you think of my cooking."

"As long as it isn't poisonous, I'll try not to judge," Harry shrugged. "Even then, it wouldn't matter that much."

"Not afraid of poisoning?"

"I've had it happen too many times to count."

"It sounds like you've led an interesting life," Morrigan interrupted. "Mayhaps you could tell us about it, stranger."

"I might as well. What would you like to know?"

"You are a mage, but unlike those who are leashed by the Chantry."

"Chantry?"

"The dominant religion of most of Thedas," Flemeth explained as Harry took his first taste of the stew.

"Hmm." He thought for a moment. "Magic and religion didn't get along very well in my world either."

"You're from another world?" Morrigan gaped.

"I surmised as much," Flemeth said with a smirk.

"That's why you're so interested in him," Morrigan accused.

"Of course! Aren't you?"

"I..."

"Let us not get away from the topic," Flemeth interrupted. "Go on, Harry."

"Well, where I came from the magical world had separated itself from everyone else as much as possible. They had all sorts of spells to keep normal people from finding out about magic. Some people still lived among the muggles- that's what we called people without magic- and we interacted with them to varying amounts. But eventually the truth was exposed, in a rather stupid way actually, and that led to a nightmare. Governments wanted to use magic to further their own agendas. Militaries wanted to know if we could kill in better ways- and while not saying so out loud, they also wanted to know how to kill us. Religious groups either looked at magic as proof that the world was coming to an end, or that we were all devil worshipers, or that we could be used by them to prove that their version of God was the correct one. It was all a mess, and it just got worse over the years.

"I did my best to keep my family safe and out of the conflict for as long as I could. I'd already gotten credit for saving the world from a Dark Lord- twice- and I didn't want to have to try to force countless idiots to stop being idiots or else. I probably should have though- I doubt things could have ended up any worse off. Daphne, my second wife, used to say that the world needed someone like me to rule over them to keep people in line. I always argued that she would have been better as Empress of the world because I hated that sort of thing. Gabrielle would have been happy either way because she could have then been a princess," Harry smiled fondly. "According to her, it was much better to be a princess than a queen. Queens had to rule and do important, boring things. Princesses got to be pretty and admired by everyone without any of the responsibility. Smart girl."

Harry's chuckles were cut off by Morrigan. "How did things become such a nightmare in your world?"

"How else? War," he replied with a sigh. "Everyone wants power. Things just got worse and worse, and by the time I left... well, nothing much mattered to me anymore."

"How did you get here?" Flemeth asked.

"There was a magical place that held a portal to... somewhere else. It was believed to lead to the afterlife, or the land of the dead, or something like that. But going through it was a one way trip for anyone or anything as far as all the researchers could tell. One day, I decided to find out the truth."

"And it led you here," Flemeth finished. "While it may seem unlikely, I suppose it does have the ring of truth to it. The Eluvians once were used for crossing vast distances, although how a broken one may have guided you here from another world is a fascinating question. I may have to examine the area much further."

"What were you hoping to find?" Morrigan asked. "When you stepped through that portal in your world, I mean. Perhaps there is more we can learn from where you hoped to go that may help unravel the mystery of how you got here."

"I was sort of hoping for one of two things," Harry admitted before sighing. "On the one hand, if it had led to an afterlife, some sort of land of the dead where I could have been reunited with all those I lost, that would have been a relief."

"Very few people would refer to death as a relief," Morrigan scoffed.

"Then they haven't lived long enough to grow weary of life," Harry countered.

"'Tis a supposed wisdom usually only found in the old and infirm," Flemeth added. "Those who have had enough of the pain of living and look forward to a long rest."

Harry nodded. "In my world, a common saying for the deceased was the phrase 'rest in peace.' To lay down the burdens from life and to drift off into an eternal sleep."

"Indeed," Flemeth replied. "I have heard it described as such, although I personally do not agree."

"Why would you be so foolish as to wish for such a thing? You are clearly a powerful mage- there must have been some other path still available to you, even in a world at war," Morrigan insisted. Harry saw the fervor of her words reflected in her eyes, and he smiled briefly at seeing such passion. It was the sort of thing that reminded him of his youth, possibly innocence (or naivete) as well, and for him, all of those things had been lost so long ago.

"Everyone I had ever known and loved was dead," he answered calmly, ignoring the twinge his words brought, trying to pull up a thousand memories. "There was nothing left for me in that world, and the idea of trying to save it no longer appealed to me, assuming that was still somehow possible. If I could have been reunited with my family, and I had very strong evidence that it would have been so, then I welcomed death. Instead I ended up here."

He set down his spoon, no longer feeling very hungry. That was a shame, as the stew was pretty good.

"Perhaps you have been brought here for a reason," Flemeth suggested. "This world is on the precipice of change, and you may have a role to play in it."

"I've never been a fan of destiny," he sighed. "But that doesn't mean that I can necessarily escape the concept either."

"Many have tried," Flemeth said. "And many have failed."

"Indeed."

Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He should probably try to force himself to eat more. He'd long been acquainted with hunger, and it was not a relationship he wanted to encourage any further. Harry took another bite and tried to relax.

"What was the second thing you were hoping for?" Morrigan asked.

Her question brought his mind back to that damn veil and the first great loss he'd known. "When I was young, there was a battle that I was in where I lost someone. He was knocked through that portal I mentioned, and everyone believed that meant that he had died. There was no body left behind, and no way of knowing for sure without following him through, but it was supposed to be a one way trip. I was hopeful that if it did lead somewhere, that maybe I would have been able to find him."

"We found no one else but you," Flemeth answered. "However, it seems that you came along many years after this other man, yes? It may be that he has come and gone since then."

"True," Harry said. As he took another bite, Morrigan's eyes flickered between him and her mother, but she held her tongue. Harry wondered at what she may have been thinking. Perhaps if he could get her alone, she might be more forthcoming.

Of course, she also might be more quick to hex him.

There was a distant rumbling and he thought he heard the sound of horns blowing.

"What is that?"

"Blast it!" Flemeth growled as she got up from the table, hurrying to a door. As Morrigan got up to follow her mother, Harry decided to do the same.

Night had fallen and there was a large full moon, but Harry realized that it was definitely not the moon he would have recognized. It was far too large in the sky compared to what he remembered. To the south, he also saw a tower lit up as if on fire. Perhaps a beacon of some sort- he remembered seeing that in a movie once as a young man.

"I may be too late," Flemeth muttered angrily. She turned to her daughter. "Stay here with our guest while I go to check on the battle. We may have a problem."

"What battle?" Harry asked.

"The girl can explain that to you while you wait," Flemeth replied. "I recommend doing so inside. There are protections around my home that dissuade travelers from coming near, but better safe than sorry."

"Alright," Harry shrugged. He started to go back inside as he saw a couple of furtive glances pass back and forth between the two witches. He wondered what they might be hiding from him.

Morrigan shut the door behind her once they were back inside. Harry smirked at her and asked, "So, do you really want to stay here, or would you prefer to see what is going on?"

"Twould be for the best for us to remain out of my mother's way," she answered with a scowl. "She can be most vexing when things do not go her way."

"Ah, don't let that stop us," Harry chuckled. He reached down to his pouch and pulled it over his head. "Want to see a neat trick?"

She merely raised an eyebrow in response, but he wasn't going to let that spoil his fun. He had a feeling Morrigan was used to keeping her emotions hidden behind a mask of contempt, and that reminded him of...

'Nevermind,' he shook away his thoughts. Far too much reminiscing already.

Instead, he opened the mokeskin wide and reached inside, briefly smirking as Morrigan's eyes went wide as his arm went far too deep for the outer appearance of the pouch. Grabbing onto something he hadn't used in awhile, Harry slowly pulled a broomstick out.

"An enchantment for greater storage?" she asked. "That is definitely a type of magic that I would like to learn. However, I do not see why you might want to sweep. Is our cottage not tidy enough for you?"

Harry grinned. There was something about this woman that really made him want to get under her skin. "I thought we might go out for a little trip."

Morrigan looked hesitant for a moment, her eyes flashing back to the door before she nodded. "If she asks, I will merely say that I could not convince you otherwise and thus decided to go with you to try to keep you out of trouble."

"Many people have tried that over the years," Harry chuckled.

"Still, this does not explain the purpose of the broom."

"What, you've never heard of a witch or wizard riding a broom to fly? This world is missing out."

Harry was still smiling as he headed for the door, knowing without a glance back that Morrigan's curiosity was piqued.


Author's Note/Mission Statement:

This story is a tale of Harry Potter traversing through the Dragon Age universe. From what I've seen, it's a crossover that hasn't really been done to any great extent.

As I've already hinted, some things about Harry's life happened the same as in canon- he was captured, tortured, and nearly killed at the end of the Triwizard Tournament- but some things went differently, such as his first kiss being with Parvati here.

For those curious about what happened to her- the Patil family fled after Voldemort was revealed and the war started to heat up. They had considered such a thing in canon- mentioned in chapter eleven of Half Blood Prince- and they did so in this story, moving back to India, hence why Harry never saw her again.

With that said, one of the things I will be doing here is revealing more and more of Harry's life and what led him to ending up in Thedas slowly over the course of the story. I generally dislike huge exposition dumps and I think this will be an interesting way to write, which makes it more exciting for me.

As for Dragon Age, fans can probably guess where this begins- and yes, there are going to be some big changes compared to the game series. Hope everyone enjoys!