A.N: Hi guys, as you should know, there was a story poll up for what my next story would be and the Harry Potter/Venom crossover wins! I was originally going to wait until I had uploaded the final chapter for reborn but I've decided to release this story early on pat-reon and am now uploading it to fanfic because reborn is taking me longer than I thought it would.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter and there will be an A.N at the bottom that will talk more about the chapter and story, so read it and then read the A.N, thanks.
Chapter 1 - Arrival
Deep in the Hogwarts infirmary, there was a bed that was currently hosting none other than Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, and now the two-time saviour of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and wizardry. The black-haired, green-eyed wizard had been told by the school's nurse, Madam Pomfrey, that there was no way on Earth that he was allowed to leave this bed tonight. He didn't like that fact, but honestly, he couldn't really blame her. If he had been in charge and found out that a nurse let someone who had been through what he had just been through walk away without receiving medical help then he'd definitely have to consider firing her.
As Harry lay back, he decided to busy himself by practising some magic, as there really wasn't much else to do given that the only book he had available to him was a transfiguration book that Madam Pomfrey had given him. He put his circle-shaped glass back on and took the book and skimmed through it, finding various spells with different levels of usefulness and interest to him. For example, he didn't really ever think that there would be many cases where he would want to change a cat into a cauldron, 'poor cat' he thought to himself. Nor did he want to turn an owl into opera glasses or turn a teapot into a turtle.
Thankfully there were spells that he could see the point in, the hardening spell, for example, the next time Malfoy decided to be a pest Harry would make his food as hard as stone and let the arrogant bully break his teeth, hopefully, he would talk less.
Eventually, Harry came across a spell that seemed really interesting, the 'draconifors' spell, a spell that was designed to change objects into dragons! Well, not massive fire breathing ones, instead they were all just small transfigured ones. Still, better than nothing. Harry saw that the spell was actually a third-year spell, something that made him hesitate, only for a moment though. He was nearly at the end of his second year, he'd be a third-year soon and didn't think that there was anything wrong with getting some early practise in.
'Plus, who honestly expects a nearly thirteen-year-old Gryffindor to resist the urge to make himself dragons?' He thought to himself.
Harry took a quill that had been lying around on the desk next to him, he mentally repeated the incantation for the spell and practised the wand movements several times. Eventually, Harry was ready, he imagined the dragon he wanted. He had decided that the dragon he would try to make would be a Norwegian Ridgeback like Hagrid's dragon, Norbert, from his first year.
"Draconifors." Harry incanted, aiming his wand at the feather. Nothing happened, much to Harry's disappointment, he took a deep breath and tried again. The quill feather sprouted brown wings from the side and legs grew near the tip, but that was it. It was an odd sight, looking at a motionless feather with wings and a tail. Harry sighed before reversing it back into a normal quill, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He opened them and tried again, it took a couple of tries but eventually, he was able to get it right. "Cool." He whispered to himself as he looked at the small brown dragon in his hand, Harry gingerly raised his spare hand and stroked the dragon's back. "I love magic." He grinned. Harry stared at his new dragon, wondering if there was any possible way he could get away with turning some of his relative's things into dragons when they annoyed him.
Magic was undoubtedly the best thing in Harry's life at the moment, which is why he felt it was a shame that he couldn't use it outside of school, even if he did understand the reasoning behind it.
Growing up in the Dursley household, he hadn't known that magic was actually real. His Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had always done their best to stop even the barest mentioning of it, Harry could recall them refusing to let his cousin, Dudley, watch a tv show about magic, no matter how much he begged. In Harry's experience, if Dudley wanted something then he would get it, that was just the way the world worked. The sky was blue, water was wet and Dudley gets what he wants while Harry gets neglected and abused because he's a specky git. And if Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were hesitant, then Dudley would simply ask again or at worse let some fake tears drip down his double-chinned face and they would cave.
But that was one of the few times that they hadn't, simply because they hated magic that much. In the past various weird things had happened around Harry, like the time he turned his teacher's hair blue, at the time he hadn't known that it was accidental magic. But his relatives at least knew that it was magic since they would always punish him more harshly than normal when stuff like that happened.
Eventually, though, everything changed when Hagrid forced his way through the door and told Harry all about the magical world, a world that he was a part of. Entering the magical world was an experience that Harry would never forget, providing that nobody hits him with a memory charm or anything like that. He gained a wand, the ability to do magic, and friends! Though, that didn't mean that there weren't any downsides.
Malfoy and Snape were good examples, the arrogant boy could insult and attack whoever he wanted and seemed to be focused on Harry. Sure some teachers would be willing to give him detentions but most of the time Snape overruled them and took over and Harry didn't doubt that Snape's detention wouldn't ever be worse than a simple lecture before being sent off to bed if you were Draco Malfoy, according to the Hogwarts rumour mill, Snape was Draco's godfather. Though Harry never put much stock in the rumour mill, especially this year.
Snape was a much bigger problem, the man appeared to have hated Harry from before Harry had even known about Snape's existence. Apparently, Snape had a grudge against Harry's father and that had somehow transferred to Harry, not that Harry understood why. Was it somehow his fault for not stopping whatever Harry's father had done to him, even though Harry hadn't been born at the time? Often times Snape acted like Harry's father, James, had raised Harry for the sole purpose of annoying him. Snape was seemingly unaware of the fact that Harry's father had died when Harry was roughly a year old, something that Harry doubted given that the whole wizarding world knew that, Harry suspected it was the far more likely option of Snape just purposely ignoring it because he wanted to continue his stupid little grudge and James Potter was too dead to do it.
Though the biggest problem so far had been Voldemort, the man that had murdered Harry's parents and had tried to kill him more than once since Harry's return to the wizarding world. In Harry's first year, Voldemort had possessed the defence against the dark arts teacher, Professor Quirrell. It was more than a little bit disturbing to learn that the guy who killed your parents was living on the back of your teacher's head.
Professor Quirrell-mort had tried to kill him during his first quidditch match, and once more that year when Harry and his two best friends, Hermione and Ron, tried to stop him from stealing the philosophers stone. The year ended with Harry being able to destroy Quirrell's body thanks to his mother's protection, but Voldemort had managed to escape.
This year had been worse than last year, they had another bad defence against the dark arts teacher in Professor Lockhart, a man who seemed less than competent and spent most of his time staring at his reflection. What made matters worse was that the famous wizard was a fraud who had simply been taking credit for other people's accomplishments and then wiping their memories. Harry had also discovered that he could speak to snakes, unfortunately, the rest of the school found out at the same time and started accusing him of being the heir of Slytherin who was attacking muggle-born students throughout the school.
Between dealing with the majority of the school hating him, Harry also had to deal with Dobby's horrible attempts to save him. Sure, Harry knew that the little house elf meant well, but trying to injure him with a bludger so he would leave the school? Really? Eventually, though Harry was able to find out the heir of Slytherin was actually an old book of Voldemort's that was possessing Ginny Weasley, Ron's little sister, and making her unleash a basilisk that had been hidden in the chamber of secrets.
One wild adventure later had ended with Lockhart being obliviated of all of his knowledge, Harry had ended up fighting the basilisk with just a sword, as one does. Fortunately, Harry had been able to kill the beast, but in doing so he had ended up being painfully stabbed in the arm by one of its teeth. Thankfully Dumbledore's phoenix, Fawkes, had been there and used his tears to neutralise the venom. Not long after that Harry had destroyed the book with the basilisk fang, and a short while later he managed to free Dobby from Lucius Malfoy, Draco's dickhead of a father and the idiot responsible for dropping the book in Ginny's possessions, thankfully ending this nightmare of a year.
Ginny was in the hospital wing with him, currently sleeping in a far corner of the room, under several potions and spells. Apparently being possessed for the majority of the year was a bad experience, who could've guessed?
"Ow!" Harry hissed when he felt something hot near his hand, he quickly pulled his hand back and saw that the miniature dragon had gotten either bored or angry at his lack of attention towards it and had unleashed a small burst of fire. Thankfully he wasn't burnt but he now had to put out the fire that was on his bedsheets, Harry raised his wand but it turned out to be unnecessary since a second later the fire vanished and the bedsheets repaired themselves. "Huh?" Harry intelligently managed.
"That brings back memories," A voice spoke, Harry's head snapped to the side and he saw Professor Dumbledore had entered the hospital wing and was walking towards him. "I remember the first time I had made a dragon, it burnt my chin. I feared that I would never grow a beard ever, though thankfully that worry has proven to be nothing more than a product of fear." Dumbledore chuckled as he stroked his waist-length beard.
"Professor Dumbledore." Harry quickly sat up, taking care to not knock his dragon onto the floor.
"No need to get up, Harry," Dumbledore said before he waved his wand and created a chair for himself, he sat next to Harry's bed. "hmm, that is an adorable dragon," He said, admiring Harry's creation. "though the skin is not perfect and the eyes could do with some work, still, a good attempt."
"Thank you, sir," Harry blushed a little. "it's my first time trying it."
"But I can guess that it won't be your last," Dumbledore smiled knowingly.
"Probably not," Harry admitted as he turned the dragon back into a quill. "I'll probably have to do it again next year, it is a third-year spell, isn't it?"
"Indeed it is," Dumbledore nodded. "I would recommend not practising too many spells in here, Madam Pomfrey doesn't appreciate it, believe me when I say that I know that to be a fact."
"I believe you," Harry sighed, that lined up with what he knew about her. "still, it is boring in here and I needed something to do."
"Understandable," Dumbledore hummed. "anyway, I just came in here to check on you and see if you were okay. I was going to ask Madam Pomfrey but seeing as you're awake..." Dumbledore trailed off and looked at him questioningly.
"I'm fine, sir, honest," Harry answered. "Madam Pomfrey said I have to stay here for a bit more but then I can go."
"Hmm, excellent," Dumbledore smiled. "well, if that's all, I should be off now."
"Actually, sir," Harry hesitantly spoke. "I was...I was wondering if I could ask you for something important."
"Oh?" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow and looked at Harry in a questioning manner.
"Well...I was...I was kind of hoping that I could stay at Hogwarts for the summer." Harry's voice was undeniably hopeful.
"Stay at Hogwarts?" Dumbledore frowned. "What about your relatives?"
"I doubt they'd mind," Harry muttered, Dumbledore had heard him and his frown had increased slightly.
"I'm sorry, Harry, but that's not possible," Dumbledore told him. "Hogwarts has not allowed students to stay over the summer for hundreds of years."
"Oh," Harry disappointedly looked down, Dumbledore was about to speak again when Harry looked up with a slightly brighter look on his face. "that's fine then, I can just stay in Diagon Alley then." He remembered hearing that the paying customers could stay in the Leaky Cauldron and he had more than enough money to pay for a room.
"Harry, I do not think you should do that," Dumbledore said. "you should go and stay with your family this summer." Dumbledore 'advised'.
"But why?" Harry frowned, staring at the old headmaster.
"It would be a good opportunity to improve relationships between yourselves," Dumbledore told him, Harry opened his mouth to protest but was cut off when Dumbledore spoke again. "also it is far safer than staying in Diagon Alley by yourself."
"Maybe, but I'd rather stay by myself." Harry took great effort to keep his voice neutral and stop himself from getting angry with Dumbledore. "I'd rather risk Diagon if I'm honest."
"And I'd rather you didn't," Dumbledore said, his voice may have sounded quite calm but the look on his face was that of a stern teacher. "and I'm sure that you will agree in saying that it would be better for you to stay at the Dursley's." Dumbledore continued staring at Harry who stared back. It was several seconds later before their staring contest was broken by Harry who looked away and looked down at his lap. "It was nice seeing you again, Harry," Dumbledore said in a soft voice, a small smile on his face as he stood up. "I hope your next year will be better than this one." He turned and calmly walked away.
Harry stared at the doors that Dumbledore had walked out of with an intensity that could have pierced through steel, he had barely noticed that his clenched fists were gripping the bedsheets hard enough to almost damage them again. Harry turned his head away and took several deep breaths before he was able to open his hands again.
Deep in the far reaches of space, a small space shuttle plummeted down towards Earth, the outside of the ship protected those inside the ship from burning up upon re-entry, but barely given the damage the ship had received. A few minutes ago everything had been fine, but that all changed when something had crashed into their ship, damaging it enough that they were not able to stay up for long. Inside the ship were four panicking astronauts that were doing their best to try and stop the ship from crash landing and killing them all, it might have been a state of the art vehicle but there was no way that it would survive a crash if it dropped from space directly to the ground at the speed they were currently going.
"Damn it!" One of the astronauts cursed. "We need to slow down!"
"Working on it!" Another one shouted, frantically pressing buttons and pulling levers in such a way that one who had no idea how the ship operated would assume that he was pressing them randomly. "Fuck me, this is terrifying!"
"We know!" A third astronaut shouted.
"The ship's hull has been penetrated!" A fourth astronaut yelled.
"No shit!" The first one yelled out. "We're off course!"
"We got bigger problems! Like, survival!"
The astronaut, so busy with their crashing ship and arguing with each other, didn't notice that the door behind them creaked slightly open, nor did they notice black goo that sneaked into the control room.
A.N: Hi guys, hope you liked the chapter. I've previously said that this story will focus on Venom and Harry's relationship, and I meant that which is partly why I kept Venom's arrival to this planet short. I know nothing about space ships/shuttles and how they work so I wanted to skip past this part (and yes, I know I could have gone for Venom riding on an asteroid as he did in Spiderman 3, but I wanted a spaceship goddamn it! Also seriously it just made more sense to me to have him arrive on a crashing spaceship, more chance of escaping then.) Besides, his arrival is not an important part of this story, all we need to know is that he wasn't there and now he is.
I know some people have suggested making him a magically created monster but I don't really like that idea so he's an alien in this fic.
Now, I won't ever claim to know more about Venom than anybody else on the planet. My knowledge of the character is limited to what I've seen from the first Venom movie, video clips of the second movie, Spiderman 3, Spiderman cartoons and bits and pieces I've heard from the internet. Also all the research I've done on the character just for this fic (you're welcome). With that being said, I'm aiming for a pretty accurate venom. He won't be pure evil, but he is more of an anti-hero.
At the time of posting this, there would be 7 chapters of this story already posted on pat-reon, if anyone is interested then go on the website and search JB21. If not then don't worry, you'll still get all of the same chapters, just at a later date.
Thanks for reading, feel free to leave a review.