Harry Potter lays peacefully still on the cold stone pavement of Baker Street in London as the blood and life slowly left his barely breathing form.

After the attack on Hogwarts and the death of Voldemort had gone public the Wizarding World had proclaimed him from The-Boy-Who-Lived to the The-Man-That-Conquered.

He had never heard anything so ludicrous

Harry had never been proud for one second of that title what was to be so proud about having one's parents killed and put on a pedestal as the sole survivor from the most powerful dark wizard in a century. Regardless all good things never truly last long, especially with Harry's luck.

A few months after the Battle of Hogwarts cheerful and grateful looks from the teachers and students to parents had soon morphed sour bitter and harboured great fear and distrust towards him. The public eye believed that with the now Lord Voldemort defeated that this would become the new making for Harry to become the new Dark Lord.

Eventually, it hadn't taken long for the Ministry of Magic to take action towards their "saviour" the current Minister Kingsley Shacklebolt blinded by rage and jealousy towards harry due to the deaths of Remus and Tonks had issued an immediate action. A large force of Aurors had been authorised to locate and deal with Harry with nothing more than a snarl of orders from Kingsley.

All in the name of the Greater Good

Harry had obviously attempted to try reason with the Aurors at first trying to explain hat he meant no harm and that he only wished to be left alone, sadly this did not reach into their thick skulls. Most of the Aurors that were left had been first years in Hogwarts in the downfall of Voldemort and had been influenced to believe that Harry Potter was the key reason they were orphaned or worse had parents suffering from numerous effects from the Crutiacious curse.

And that's how Harry found himself here on the ground, his wand had been snapped and reduced to almost ash, fire permanently scared his wand arm from his shoulder to his fingernails, 3 silver spikes had been embedded into each leg luckily the size of the small pool of blood around him had prevented any pain resulting in blissful numbness.

Once they knew he was incapacitated and would certainly die they had left him there on the cold floor to die like some mangy dog, no words of gratefulness or honoured execution.

Just to die like a Dark Lord he was proclaimed to be like the masses kept spouting.

In the end, the truly sad part was that he didn't really care...After all the times he had nearly died to range from almost getting crushed from a mountain girl from a know it all bookworm, the tri-wizard tournament at the age of 14 and escaping old Voldyshorts more than twice he might as well as have tea with Lady Death.

His friends had used his friendship for their own gain and had personal exploits and in the end, had abandoned him when his usefulness had been expired. Dumbledore has been keeping him in the dark all this time and had sent him into every single near-death adventure just to "test" him for his encounter with Voldemort just to be a human sacrifice all because he was the secret should fragment of the evil bastard. The Dursleys as far had he had heard had been eventually found by the Death Eaters and been under the Cruciatus Curse that had eventually driven them into deep insanity.

"God damn, I wished he had seen that" croaked Harry while coughing out the blood clogging his mouth. Eventually, the heaviness in Harrys eyes had started their assault and whispers of dark fog surrounded his vision, even his heartbeat had been tuned to a slow hypnotic pace. Did Londons street lights always look this beautiful?

"Well then Death take me away." sputtered Harry with a lopsided grin as the final specs of light had left Harry's eyes.

"Oh no no no little one...you not going to die just yet...we still need to have a little chat. spoke a raspy voice in the back of his voice, seconds later a light started to return to Harrys eyes as the ground seemed to distort into inky blackness clearing away all the now dried up blood, tendrils of hollow shadows wrapped gently around the body of Harry and tugged is body into the darkness of the ground.

"We have very much to discuss you and I Harry Potter heir of the 8 demons and...beloved son..." The voice seemed to crack under a strange sort of jubilation.

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Hi this is the official second chapter of my Harry Potter and the Forces of Darkness.

This is a Harry Potter and Jackie Chan Adventures crossover. I AM STILL WORKING OUT THE CONTROLS ON THIS BITCH PEOPLE.

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