Magic and Might

Through Knowledge, Victory. Through Unity, Peace.

Honor, Valor, Allegiance, Excellence.

Today. Tomorrow. Forever.

Together We Rise. Together We Prevail.

Forward Unto Dawn.

From Earth, For Earth.

Author Notes: This story will be a massive crossover with other series. Some companies and technology will appear. Some of their characters will appear or certain OC will appear in the in that character roles. I will make notes in the story about the character as the story progresses.

Crossovers:

G.I. Joe (Movies Series)

Mission Impossible (Movie Series)

Transformers (Movie Series)

Matrix Trilogy

Mass Effect (Game Series)

Assassin Creed (Video Game Series)

Halo (Video Game Series)

Others will be involved as the story progresses.

Chapter Beta by SuperSherlockedGallifreyan

Chapter 01: The Deal

In the highlands of Scotland, hidden from any prying muggle eyes, was the magical castle of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The magical school reached as high as the sky and stood across the land in its almighty glory.

For more than a thousand years, the castle had sheltered hundreds of thousands of students from the dangers of the outside world. With so many castles in the world, Hogwarts stood amongst the most gracious of them all.

It was a beautiful gem to the eyes of the young and the old.

Today, however, was not one of those days where the magnificent castle stood proudly across the land.

Today was not one of those days.

A dark orange fire was roaring within the castle as a powerful thunderstorm echoed across the sky above. Within the castle, in the heart of the Great Hall, students — young witches and wizards — along with some adult wizards were fighting Lord Voldemort's Dark Coalition Forces which were made up of many Dark Witches and Wizards along with some of the foulest creatures in the magical world.

In the middle of the Great Hall, stood the Dark Lord Voldemort, dueling against his most hated nemesis, Harry Potter.

Voldemort and Harry were both throwing spells at each other back and forth, creating shockwaves and tremors each time their spells entered a deadlock. The only sound that echoed louder than their spells clashing was the roaring thunder from above.

Harry was panting heavily as was Voldemort. They had been dueling for over an hour, and both of their resolves were reaching their limits.

Harry griped Draco's Hawthorn wand in his hand as Voldemort griped the Elder Wand — His Elder Wand — in his hand. Voldemort was burning through his magic quicker than Harry was. The only thing on Voldemort side now was experience. The thing working in Harry's corner, was Hubris. Voldemort was so sure of victory, his guard was down. He was making mistakes, but his near thirty years of countless duels was keeping him alive.

This time, however, both knew they would have to put it all in. It was all or nothing at this point.

"Avada Kedevra," Voldemort cried out over the roaring sound of thunder.

"Scutum Maleficus!" Harry cried out as he raised Draco's wand and created a powerful shield between himself and Voldemort's deadly killing curse. He only read this spell in a book once but he knew it was his best chance in defeated Voldemort. The magical shield would feed off his magical power, and if his magic was stronger than Voldemort's, then the killing curse would be neglected.

The deadly killing curse hit the magical shield, creating the most powerful magical shockwave in the duel yet. Magical electricity was shooting out at random from the raw power of the spells.

High above them, the sky was now booming with thunder and lightning, echoing over the Great Hall, drowning out all noise.

Harry struggled to keep his shield alive as Voldemort was also doing all he could to penetrate the magical shield.

The sound of thunder echoed in Harry's ears, and before he realized it, a powerful thunder bolt struck down at the Great Hall, hitting the magical deadlock.

Harry was blown off his feet and flew backwards through the great hall window. Slowly, Harry could see the magical glass breaking around him before his back hit something soft yet hard.

Harry could feel the rain on his face before he felt himself sinking in cold water.

Harry could only stare at the moon that came out from hiding behind the dark clouds. The storm was still raging, but it was subsiding. His body was unusual light, but yet it was also heavy as he began to sink deeper into the Black Lake.

Harry closed his eyes as the light began to fade, and like his mentor Dumbledore, he was moving on to the next great adventure.

"Things are not always as they appear," a voice said in Harry's ear.

Harry slowly opened his eyes and saw a strange young girl standing — no floating —before him. She was wearing a black robes, but the strangest thing about her was the wrappings around her eyes.

Harry had never seen her before in his life, yet he knew at once who she was.

"Death," Harry whispered, yet his words were clear enough to echo around him.

"I am but one aspect of Death, Harry Potter."

"I don't understand," Harry said.

"Deities exist all around you. They have no form or consciousness; they are just there insuring their existence is not disturbed."

"You are referring to the balance of life. To ensure the cycle continues," Harry says.

"That is merely one understanding of our duties. We exist, yet we don't exist."

Harry didn't even bother to try to understand. All he knew was they weren't supposed to know of the deities' existence.

"So you're here to take me," Harry said.

"No," Death said.

Harry blinked before he leaned up and looked at Death again, unsure he heard correctly.

"I don't understand," Harry said.

"No one cheats death, no one. It is one of those cycles that all life must face. If there is a beginning, there is an end. This is the facts all life must face. Nothing ever last forever, not even memories."

"You mean Voldemort's Horcruxes."

"In a way, yes. Tom Riddle attempted to escape my grasp for so long. Now, he has fallen in a realm beyond the dead."

"I don't understand. What you mean?"

"When one dies, they're — what you call — souls become part of a cycle of peace. You would call it a slumber, only they never wake up. It doesn't matter how you died. When you die, you enter an eternal peace, only you have no self-awareness. You are just there where you can rest for all eternity."

"I'm not sure I like that," Harry said. He had an uneasy feeling in his stomach at the thought.

"It's something not one has to like. However, it exists because it balances the universe. Life must be in balance, just as death must be in balance. Did you think it only works one way?"

Harry said nothing. In truth, he thought it really did work one way.

"So, what happens to Voldemort?" Harry asked.

"Do you not remember?"

"I remember him screaming and shouting, but what happens since he died?"

"He is trapped in what you mortals call Limbo. Unable to move on, yet he is unable to truly die. Those who are trap within limbo suffer for all eternity until eventually, you become nothing. This is Tom Riddle's fate. Nothing can change it as he chose this long ago."

"Is that my fate as well?" Harry asked.

"No. What was done to you was not of your own doing, but the doing of others. There are also several factors that have occurred that makes your case special."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked in confusion.

"For one, the Horcrux Tom Riddle placed inside of you has been removed. However this has damaged your soul, making it dangerous and unstable for you to move on to the afterlife. The only thing that is benefiting you right now is the Nexus that struck you."

"The nexus? When?" Harry asked, but he paused as he recalled the raging thunderstorm at Hogwarts and how the school's magic itself seem to come alive.

"You know full well what I am referring too. It is dangerous for your people to create a void in your magic. Because of Tom Riddle's ignorance and stupidity, your world is on the verge of destruction. However, the nexus that should have killed you, reacted to your magic. In more specific terms, it reacted to your spell and reinforce it."

"My spell was created to protect a user from any magical attack," Harry replied, recalling his last spell. "It's a defensive spell."

"Yes, the nexus that was created should have destroyed you. However, because it attacked your spell, it merely destroyed something else, keeping you very much alive, yet close to death, trapping you here where you are not meant to be."

"My magical core was destroyed wasn't it?"

"Yes," Death said calmly.

"Can you fix it?" Harry asked desperately. He was panicking because he relied heavily on his magic and couldn't imagine living without it.

"No, even if I wanted to, I do not believe you will need it. For one, your wands have been left behind in your originally world. So, you won't be able to use magic again."

"Can't you just send me back?" Harry asked.

"Some things are better left behind. Besides, I have need of you. A champion if you will."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"Like I said, we exist because we don't exist. Balance is key in both life and death. Also, because of your actions against Tom Riddle, your magic's have opened a rift. This rift should have killed you, but I will allow it to keep you alive."

"So, I'm in a different world like my own?"

"Not exactly."

An image appeared in the water in front of Harry much like it did when Harry viewed Dumbledore's pensive. He was looking at himself, only he was inside a tube with muggle medicine being put inside of him.

"Much time has pass than you originally thought," Death said calmly. "I have kept your mind and soul here while your body is being modified for their purpose."

"How long has it been?"

"Almost two years of your time," Death said.

"Why so long?" Harry asked in a panicking tone of voice.

"Time does not flow the same in this realm as it does in the realm of the living. In truth you have a choice. I will heal your mind and your body, so when you are successful in returning to your body, your mind will be yours. This will include knowledge of the world as well as the skills to survive. Your sacrifice, your knowledge and memories of your previous life to regain a new life. This is merely to ensure if you're capture, you cannot reveal the existence of a possible rift between universes." [This paragraph is kinda unclear. Is Death erasing his memory to prevent him from telling anyone about the rift? Or is he giving him the skills necessary to protect himself so that he doesn't tell?]

"What if I refuse?" Harry asked.

"Then I shall erase your current existence to ensure the balance is restored and let these men do with your body as they please. Of course, that would mean I would have to find another to do my task," Death replied.

"Do I even get a choice?" Harry asked.

"There is always a choice. You have the choice to choose your own path. You are merely deluded into the idea of the path you want is always in front of you. You can enter this new world, fight the battles I need fighting, or you can move on and let balance be restored."

Harry stayed silent as he looked upon Death. Without a pause or second thought, he knew Dumbledore would have wanted him to move on. To accept Death willingly. It's what he did when he was faced with certain death. The same should be expected of him.

Yet, for some reason, he didn't say it. He refused to say it. He couldn't say it. Harry began to realize a part of him wanted to live and see this new world. Dumbledore's influence was disappearing and he was learning to become his own man.

"What do I have to do?" Harry asked.

"Many men seek to escape death and become immortal. Tom Riddle was one of them. This creates an unbalance in the cycle. In the world you're being sent to, you must balance the world again in order to save it. You are free to do as you please. However, I do ask you to kill those who are seeking to claim immortality, or any who threaten to disrupt the balance."

Harry said nothing as Death smiled. Death already knew his decision. A bright light appeared behind Death to the point that it blinded Harry.

Harry slowly began to stir and tried to ignore the sound of the alarms going off and the red flashes of light blurring before his eyes.

"Wake up. You must wake up," the voice of a young woman said as she began to remove the restraints on Harry's body.

Harry fell to the floor and looked up to see the face of a young woman kneeling beside him.

Author Notes: Some things I should clear up. Harry is greatest strength is his bonds through his memories of his friends. Yet he wears his emotions on his sleeves which is why he is capable of being manipulating by so many people, which results in the death of so many people because of his strength. His greatest strength I find and believe is also his greatest weakness.

The reason why I had death remove Harry's past memories is so the former bonds with his Hogwarts friends won't cause him to reopen the rift in attempts to return to his world. For this, all his bonds with his friends and everything he knew has been removed. He will started anew , he will still think of them from time to time, but he will not have any strong emotion and bond with them.

I also did this so he doesn't blurt out he's from another world. Because as we all, countless people would attempt to capture to experiment on him or worse learn about his world to conquer.

I put this in effect after watching the Bourne Identity. Jason Bourne knew things, but he had no sense of identity. (oops spoilers.)

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