Summery: The "power" the Dark Lord knows not is a mentally ill vigilante from another universe trapped in the body of an eleven year old witch.

I don't own "Watchmen". DC Comics does(though it was written, drawn, and created by Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons). I don't own "Harry Potter" either. That belongs to a bunch of semi-anonymous men in suits, but was written and created by JK Rowling. As if you needed to be told that.

CHAPTER 1:

Rorschach exited Karnak in a stiff, obsessive gait, his mind profoundly disturbed upon discovering that one of his crazy conspiracy theories turned out to be true for once. Blocking his path was Doctor Manhattan, the last person he'd be able to best in a fight.

"Out of my way. People have to be told."

"You know I can't let you do that."

"Suddenly you discover humanity. Convenient."

Rorschach takes off his mask, and stares at the big, blue godhead with his own eyes.

"If you'd cared from the start, none of this would've happened."

"I can change almost anything...but I can't change human nature" answered Jon.

"Of course, you must protect Veidt's new Utopia. One more body amongst foundations makes little difference. Well, what are you waiting for? Do it..."

Jon hesitates, observing the utter madness and despair in the redheaded man's eyes. He didn't want to kill Rorschach, despite not really caring if he lived or not. But Rorschach would never let Adrian's secret remain so for very long.

"DO IT!"

Doctor Manhattan reluctantly granted his wish, ripping Rorschach apart atom by atom until nothing was left of him but a blood stain on the snow. Of course, this took place within the blink of an eye.

"NOOOOOOOO!" screamed Dreiberg as he runs inside to pummel Ozymandias...

But the story doesn't end there. As Manhattan told Adrian Veidt, the smartest man on the planet and the murderer of millions, "Nothing ever ends".

Shaking all over, Harry pulled himself up. His head was spinning as though he'd just traveled miles by Floo powder. Slowly, he gathered together his wand and the Sorting Hat, and, with a huge tug, retrieved the glittering sword from the mouth of the basilisk's mouth.

Then came a faint moan from the end of the Chamber. Ginny was stirring. As Harry hurried towards her, she sat up. Her bemused eyes traveled from the huge form of the dead basilisk, over Harry, in his blood-soaked robes, then to the diary in his hand. Then she looked downwards at her own robes, equally filthy. She drew a great, shuddering gasp and shouted "WHERE AM I?!"

"It's all right" said Harry, holding up the diary, and showing Ginny the fang hole, "Riddle's finished. Look! Him and the basilisk. C'mon, Ginny, let's get out of here-"

Rorschach was confused. Who was Ginny? Why did he appear to have a little girl's body? Who was this boy talking to him? What exactly was this place? It looked nothing like Karnak. Must investigate later. First, follow this boy...

"Ginny, everything is going to be okay. Please, we have to hurry! Follow me and Fawkes."

Rorschach turned his head around to find a strange looking, crimson bird of unknown origin waiting for them, hovering in the Chamber entrance. He wished Daniel, who was an avian expert, was still around to inform him what species this "Fawkes" was. Speaking of which, wasn't Rorschach supposed to be dead? He specifically asked Osterman to kill him, knowing that the superhuman would never let him tell the world about Veidt's atrocity. Good thing he planned ahead and dropped off his journal at the office of the New Frontiersman.

Was this the afterlife? Hmm...not what I, nor anybody else expected it to be like. Or perhaps I've been reincarnated. Both me and boy have British accents. Never been to the British Isles. Can't pinpoint where exactly I am...

"Who is Riddle?"

"Tom Riddle, the man you were talking to in your diary" said Harry as he urged Rorschach/Ginny forward; they stepped over the motionless coils of the dead basilisk, through the echoing gloom, and back into the tunnel. It appeared to Rorschach that they were deep below the Earth, if this was Earth. He then heard the stone doors close behind them with a soft hiss.

After a few minutes' progress up the dark tunnel, a distant sound of slowly shifting rocked reached Harry's ears.

"Ron!" Harry yelled, speeding up. "Ginny's okay! I've got her!"

Rorschach heard this "Ron" give a strangled cheer, and then he and the boy turned the next bend to see his eager face staring through the sizable gap he had managed to make in the rock fall.

"Ginny!" Ron thrust an arm through the gap in the rock to pull her through first. "You're alive! I don't believe it! What happened?"

Rorschach observed this boy. He looked a lot like himself- like Walter- back when he was around his age, which Rorschach assumed was eleven or twelve. 'Cept this boy, Ronald, was a lot taller. So was the boy with the messy black hair and glasses. Rorschach didn't mind. He was used to being shorter than average.

"Passed out. Don't remember what happened" he answered in Ginny's soft voice, half lying. He honestly had no idea what happened, or what kind of trouble these three kids had gotten themselves into. But whoever this "Tom Riddle" character was, Rorschach was glad that he was dead. The last thing you want to do around Rorschach is harm a child.

How was he talking to this girl inside her diary? Was she trading notes with him in this place, wherever it was? Potential pedophile, the late Thomas Riddle. Hrmmm...

A second later, Harry squeezed out.

"How come you've got a sword?" said Ron, gaping at the glittering weapon in Harry's hand.

"I'll explain when we get out of here," said Harry with a sideways glance at Rorschach/Ginny, who then nonchalantly asked what type of bird Fawkes was.

"He's a phoenix. He's Dumbledore's. Saved both of our lives."

Rorschach then looked at the flaming red bird fluttering behind Harry, bowing his head in solemn thanks. Fawkes responded in kind.

Fawkes has some understanding of human behavior. Must investigate further. I suspect that I'm in a boarding school based on how they're dressed. Possibly a school run for special children. Phoenix's don't exist, but these children seem to believe they do.

"But-"

"Later," Harry said shortly. He didn't think it was a good idea to tell Ron yet who'd been opening the Chamber, not in front of Ginny, anyway. The poor girl looked like she was in shock. "Where's Lockhart."

"Back there," said Ron, still puzzled but jerking his head up the tunnel toward the pipe. "He's in a bad way. Come and see."

Rorschach was interested in who Lockhart was, and why he was hurt. Led by Fawkes, whose wide scarlet wings emitted a soft golden glow in the darkness, they walked all the way back to the mouth of the pipe. Gilderoy Lockhart was sitting there, humming placidly to himself.

"His memory's gone," said Ron. "The Memory Charm backfired. Hit him instead of us. Hasn't got a clue who he is, or where he is, or who we are. I told him to come and wait here. He's a danger to himself."

Lockhart peered god-naturedly up at them all.

"Hello," he said. "Odd sort of place, this, isn't it? Do you live here?"

Rorschach was about to answer in the negative, but Ron cut him off.

"No", raising his eyebrows at Harry.

Harry bent down and looked up the long, dark pipe.

"Have you thought how we're going to get back up this?" he said to Ron.

Ron shook his head, but Fawkes the phoenix had swooped past Harry and was now fluttering in front of him, his beady eyes bright in the dark. He was waving his long golden tail feathers. Harry looked uncertainly at him.

"He looks like he wants you to grab hold..." said Ron, looking perplexed. "But you're much too heavy for a bird to pull up there-"

"Fawkes," said Harry "isn't an ordinary bird." He turned quickly to the others. "We've got to hold on to each other. Ginny, grab Ron's hand. Professor Lockhart-"

"He means you," said Rob sharply to Lockhart.

"You hold Ginny's other hand-"

Harry tucked the sword and the Sorting Hat into his belt, Ron took hold of the back of Harry's robes, and Harry reached out and took hold of Fawke's hot tail feathers.

An extraordinary lightness seemed to spread through his whole body and the next second, in a rush of wings, they were flying upward through the pipe. Harry could hear Lockhart dangling below him, saying, "Amazing! Amazing! This is just like magic!"

Rorschach was easily as impressed, wondering how exactly this was possible. He pondered the idea of this being some type of genetically engineered bird designed to help out kids and stupid adults in need, somewhat similar to Adrian Veidt's pet lynx, Bubastis.

The chill air was whipping through this Ginny girl's hair, and before Rorschach stopped enjoying the ride, it was over- all four of them were hitting the floor of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, and as Lockhart straightened his hat, the sink that hid the pipe was sliding back into place.

Hrmmm. Why would would a dungeon be hid under a bathroom sink? wondered Rorschach.

As Rorschach turned around, he was momentarily stunned to see a translucent, ugly girl with glasses goggling at him and the dark haired boy.

"It's okay, Ginny. It's just Myrtle."

"You're alive", said Myrtle blankly to Harry.

"There's no need to sound so disappointed," he said grimly, wiping flecks of blood and slime off his glasses.

"Oh, well...I'd just been thinking...if you had died, you'd have been welcome to share my toilet," said Myrtle, blushing silver.

"Urgh!" said Ron and Rorschach simultaneously as they left the bathroom for the dark, deserted corridor outside. "Harry! I think Myrtle's grown fond of you! You've got competition, Ginny!"

"Hrmmm" replied Rorschach, not knowing what else to say. Rorschach was asexual, not knowing anything about dating...or love...or any other such civilian nonsense.

"Where now?" said Ron, with an anxious look at Ginny. Harry pointed.

Fawkes was leading the way, glowing gold along the corridor. The strode after him, and moments later, found themselves outside Professor McGonagall's office. Rorschach observed that this place was indeed a boarding school, but the hallway look positively medieval. So they were in a castle. Either this is a private school for trust fund babies, or I'm stuck in a poorly funded, loosely regulated insane asylum. Some afterlife.

Harry knocked and pushed the door open.