Disclaimer: The Harry Potter franchise and all its characters belongs to J.K. Rowling, while the Black & White franchise belongs to Lionhead Studios.

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'Thoughts'

Chapter 1 – Born, yet Reborn

The void was silent, as it should be.

The vast infinite expanse composed of both nothingness and dark globes which roamed through the primordial sea. It was the absolute law of reality, for everything came from the void, and would return to it in the end. The dust itself, the plants and animals, and even gods, all that lives is destined to die one day. Perhaps some may outlast others, but they will eventually meet their end as well. But from the void of nothingness, the wellspring of creation, also came hope, but only when it is truly needed.

After all, who needs divine guidance and protection in a land of peace and innocence? But then, in the most unexpected of moments, desperation may lead to unforeseen results.

Help! Someone help us!

And when people pray, a god is always born.

Help our child! We call to the heavens! Please, hear us!

One able to change eternity…

Something was wrong, he was sure of that. He remembered a dark vulture and a green light, nothing more than that. Other than the pure darkness that followed. There was also something that changed, but couldn't exactly understand what it was. All of this was very confusing.

But amidst the silence, he could hear strange voices. Almost as if people were…pleading for something. But why was he hearing them? Was he supposed to do something? But what exactly could he do when he wasn't even sure of where, what and who he actually was? Did he even exist, or was all of this a very elaborate illusion? What was the meaning of elaborate anyway? These words came out of nowhere and now he was making sentences without even knowing their significance. Or perhaps this was a mere dream, and if he woke up, then his questions would hopefully be answered.

And so he opened his eyes, seeing for the first time the majesty of eternity, the solid and yet mutable lines of time and space, and the everlasting primordial sea of nothingness. Whatever happened to him was unexplainable, but he felt as if his very own being was being pulled towards something, and the strange voices grew louder. He could see something…a planet…an island…a child in the sea, surrounded by a few sharks. The child was so tiny, almost as if he could grab the boy with his own hand. He reached out, taking the child onto his hands, and placing him next to a panicked couple near the water. Those people…they were humans. For some reason it felt familiar to him.

"You saved our boy!" said the woman, urging him to look at her closely. "Thank you! Thank you for your mercy!"

He watched dumbfounded as the three suddenly prostrated themselves. Why were they doing that? He simply saved the child, nothing more. And as he looked at them, out of nowhere appeared two little figures. One seemed to be an old man with a beard, dressed in a toga and sitting on a cloud, while the other was a flying, red skinned demon-like creature with two little horns.

"Greetings," said the bearded one.

"We're your conscience," continued the demonic one.

"Good," said the white one, pretty much associating himself with that element.

"And evil."

It was rather obvious that the red one was referring to himself.

"Yin and Yang," spoke the white one.

"Black and White," declared the red one. "As part of you we'll guide you through this world."

He looked at them, observing them with confusion.

"You're…part of me?" he asked, the very first words that he ever pronounced. At least that he could remember.

"Of course, leader," confirmed bearded figure. "As we said, we are your conscience."

He then turned his attention towards the three humans, who had stopped their little action.

"Our people will want to worship you," declared the woman. "Please, come with us to our village."

The three villagers began to back away, until they headed towards a path filled with palm trees. He followed them, for all intents and purposes flying towards their direction. He wondered what exactly he looked like. Looking down, he looked at his hands, both having a rather light tone, yet a strange golden tint to them. He looked at the couple and realized that they had guided him towards a strange sculpture that resembled a tiger's head with people dancing around it, and a rather old man with a wooden cane in front of said sculpture.

Said old man gazed upon what stood in front of him, for in his and all other mortals' eyes it took the form of a bright reddish light.

"Ah, great one! Your arrival was foreseen," he declared. "The prophecy has finally come true!"

'Huh? What prophecy?' he wondered. 'Also, why are they here dancing around this stone? It this some sort of festival?'

"Most likely," replied the evil conscience. "Hey boss, do you think they have some gut-rot?"

"Leader, please don't listen to him," spoke the good conscience. "It's not proper for a god to become...erm…tipsy. Especially with low quality drinks."

He rolled his eyes, and returned his attention to the old man, who seemed to be looking at something in the distance. He could see a village and some sort of incomplete building, but he was not really sure of what it was. All he knew is that it was odd.

"With your arrival, the great Temple can now be finished," said the old man.

'So that is a temple…' thought the god. 'My temple, perhaps?'

"Leader, let us go there," suggested the good conscience.

He really needed to give names to these two. He couldn't simply call them "good conscience" and "evil conscience" forever, not could he? Actually, he could, but it was not very practical.

'I'll just call them Black and White respectively,' he thought to himself.

The god went towards the hill here the unfinished temple was, and noticed that a large group of people where there, observing the scaffold that was around the temple's structure.

"Perhaps we could help the villagers to build the temple," suggested White who then pointed at a building near the centre of the small village. "You should gather the wood in your hand, leader, and bring it to the temple."

As he moved towards it, he realized that it was divided in three parts. – one with wood, another with grain, and while the last once was covered, he knew that inside was stored meat. The god waved his hand, and a pile of wood was summoned from the storehouse towards his hand. He moved towards the temple, and dropped the wood near the villagers that were gathered there.

He watched as they continued their work, building the temple, but he soon realized that they were working rather fast. A bit too fast. Nevertheless, it was good. The temple began to take shape, and soon he realized that it was a medium sized spire, having a rather wide opening as its entrance. After a while, the villagers began to remove the scaffold, and upon doing so, he felt something growing within him.

He felt a strange connection to the land, and also as if his own power grew. He could also hear a heartbeat coming from the temple, which oddly enough was in harmony with his own. Odd. He was a god and yet the form he currently had somehow possessed a heart.

The god felt an urge to enter the Temple, to see what it looked like inside. And so he entered the temple, his eyes observing the magnificent interior, certainly not what he had been expecting. The outside was certainly not reflected on the inside of his Temple.

"It's…amazing," the god said, his eyes falling onto the map in the middle of the chamber.

"Quite so, leader," agreed White. "And it was the tribe which built all this. And to think that it's a monument to you as a god!"

"A god…but what does it mean to be a god?" he murmured.

"Erm…boss?" spoke Black.

"How was I even born?" he asked the two. "Why am I here?"

"Well, like all gods you came from the void," explained White. "And you were born because the couple you helped prayed for your help."

"But if I was born at that moment, why do I remember something from before?" he asked.

"Hey boss, as weird as it may sound, perhaps this is not your first life," said Black.

White nodded in agreement. "Indeed leader. What exactly do you remember?"

"Few things. A man and a woman…an animal, I think it was a cat. There was also a dark figure and a flash of green light," he said. "But above all that, there was also a name."

His two spiritual advisors looked at him in curiosity.

"Something…I think it was…something like…Harry," he tried to remember. "Yes, that was the name. I think that, whatever I was, I was called Harry."

"Meh. Not a very godly name," said Black. "You should get a new one."

For some reason, while though was appealing, there was something within him that repudiated the thought of abandoning said name. But there were ways of solving these issues.

"The villagers can know me by a godly name, as you call it, but I will continue to think of myself as Harry," declared the god. "Now I just need to choose one."

Author's Note:

Hello there!

And so here I am with another story, and apparently the first of its like (I take this conclusion from the absolute lack of HP x BW crossovers in their official category on this site). Henceforth, I, DarthImperius, declare myself to be the God-King of the Harry Potter x Black and White crossovers. You may now worship me, or I shall use you as sacrifices in my currently unused altar. {insert evil and godly laugh here}!

Anyway, this came from both a discussion I had with a reader and a plot bunny that has been mercilessly screaming at me to write this story, but I still have others which are at the top of the priority list. In fact, this story wasn't even supposed to be written now, but I changed my plans. In any case, I hope you come to enjoy the story.

Tally-ho!