Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Pitch Black. I do not make any money from this story.

Pairings: Riddick/Harry (there so sexy together, don't you think)

Rating: M – swearing and sex scenes

(ME) I thought of this story last year but didn't start writing it till now and with the help of my Beta Phee (luv ya girl!)

Not Alone Anymore

(Harry's Thoughts)

Riddick's thoughts

"Talking"

Chapter 1
I laid my head on the masculine shoulder, staring out into the darkness of space. My name is Harry Potter and this is how I met my sliver-eyed mate.

Hear my story…

A young man that looked to be in his twenties stared at the ship Hunter-Gratzner, oblivious to the curious and lust filled gazes from the crowd. He was only about five foot six; not very tall, thanks to his relatives for making him go days without food for so-called 'punishment'. His hair pulled back up into a ponytail at the base of his neck, streaked with sliver highlights. Unbound, it would reach to the middle of his back.

He no longer wore those ugly black glasses to cover up his stunning emerald eyes. He was wearing leather trousers that fit well. They clung to his hips and thighs nicely. As they fall down his legs to pool at his ankles, they become wider and loser. It concealed his dragon fang dagger. A white cotton shirt with an emerald leather vest completed the outfit. The young man was a stunning creature to behold. His innocent looks concealed
the danger that lay beneath the surface.His name… Harry Potter.Deep In Space

Harry dreamed in his cryo-chamber. His mind went back in time, back to when he was only just Harry, the freak, the orphan living in a cupboard under stairs of his relatives. That is, until he received the letter that changed his life forever, for better or for worse. He, Harry Potter was a wizard, but not just any old wizard. He was the boy-who-lived, a hero for living after killing the Dark Lord. He had gone to Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

The memories of that time raced through his mind, still fresh…. As though he was still there, in that time. As though it was happening all over again, right before his eyes.

He meets his first friend and makes a rival before he even steps into Hogwarts. The adventures for him and his friends, Ron and Hermione, began. Every year he faces Voldemort and his followers. Each time it gets harder and harder until Voldemort finally gets his claws into him on his seventeenth birthday. But what old Voldie doesn't know was that he inherited recessive magical genes from both his parents, James and Lily Potter. From the Potter line, it was the vampire's gene. From the Evans line, the Elf gene.

As Harry watches Voldemort kill Remus, his inherited powers react to his fury and sorrow. In a blind rage, he kills them all, leaving none alive. As he drains the last of them, his rage leaves him weak and alone. Seeing what he has done brings him to his
knees, crying in pain.

That is how Severus finds him hours later. Taking Harry under his wing, he helps him with his new gifts and teaches him to accept what he is. His so-called friends abandon him, calling him a monster, a freak. Severus is the only one that sees him as just Harry. As time passes, Severus stays with him until he dies of old age and left Harry all alone once more.A vampire-elf the only one of his kind.

For him, time slows down and he goes into a deep sleep. The world around him changes as time goes by. He sleeps until where he lies is disturbed. Exploring the new world around him, he goes into space, going from place to place, never staying in one place for long, draining humans for nourishment as he goes. He is looking for his mate. As a submissive, he needs a dominating mate, one that he can feed from without killing. As time goes on, however, all of his searches turn of foul ends. He begins to despair that he will never find the one.

Harry turned fitfully and slipped into true cryo-sleep

Riddick's POVThey say most of your brain shuts down in cryo-sleep…. All but the primitive side… the animal side…. No wonder I'm still awake.

Transporting me with civilians. Sounded like forty, forty plus. Heard an Arab voice. Some hoodoo holy man. Probably on his way to New Mecca. But by what route? What route?

Smelled a woman. Sweat, boots, tool belt, leather. Prospector type. Free settlers. And they only take the back roads.I can smell a cloying scent. It's heady, a type of energy I haven't felt in a long time that is slowly surging through my body. It reminds me of freshly spilled blood, deep, rich soil, and the dark smell of freshly fallen rain. Male. Young… yet old... I can feel the growling threat come through…. Inhuman. Dangerous. Interesting.And here's my real problem: Mr. Johns, blue-eyed devil. Planning on taking me back to slam…. Only this time he picked a ghost lane.

A long time between stops.A long time for something to go wrong.

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(ME) ok that was the first ever chapter I have ever written. I hope you have enjoyed it as I have, and I give a very BIG Thank you to my Beta Phee who help a great deal with this chapter and hopeful many more to come. Big kisses to her. Please Review and tell me what you think but please don't flame me or I'll cry...really I would. Bye bye for now