Harry Potter x Elden Ring Crossover Chapter 1

Story Name: Consort of Destined Death

[Harry Potter x Elden Ring Crossover]

“Did you put your name into the Goblet of Fire, Harry?” Dumbledore asked calmly.

“No.” He answered clearly, forcing himself to be calm even as the pressure mounted. A pack of hounds surrounded him in that room, and he had to fend them off even as a metaphorical firestorm raged within the confines of his mind.

Once again his year had been ruined, another spectacle taking place that robbed him of having a peaceful fourth year at Hogwarts. He had felt numb when Dumbledore pulled his name out of the Goblet of Fire, making him the fourth Champion, and that numbness had soon worn off to lead to something else entirely.

He wasn’t exactly sure how he felt now, his mind raging with far too many emotions to pin down a singular one to describe them all. But Harry could definitely say he felt rage, angry at the disruption to his school year, angry at the lack of action from the adults around him, and angry at Voldemort and his Death Eaters for making his life hell. Yet despite this, Harry Potter was most angry… with himself.

Year after year of magical schooling and he always fell into the same trap, cluelessly running straight into his enemy’s arms and barely managing to escape at the very last moment. It always ended the same way, with him taking a massive blow while Voldemort failed in his plans yet still managed to escape. If anything, he was lucky to even survive up to this point, and Harry could really only thank Dumbledore for intervening in some obscure way every time.

In his first year it had been the Philosopher’s Stone, with him along with Ron and Hermione running around without a clue as to what they were doing. The three of them pursued Snape all year like headless chickens when Quirrel was scheming right under their nose. Worst of all, they never had to intervene in the first place as Voldemort never would have gotten past the Mirror of Erised no matter what he did.

Second year had been little different, other than the part where his reputation took a tremendous blow from the parseltongue revelation. And that wasn’t to mention Voldemort’s diary sitting right under his nose the entire time, making Harry feel like an idiot when he finally figured that part out. Nor did he feel any better about Hermione being petrified, as well as their fruitless scheme to interrogate Malfoy while under polyjuice.

And finally came his third year, and the time when Harry truly began to see things for how they truly were. Up until his third year, he had been looking through rose-tinted glasses during his stay in the magical world, and those very glasses had been ripped away in the most painful way possible.

His godfather, the man who was supposed to raise him, had spent over a decade in Azkaban after being wrongly convicted. In fact, Sirius had never been convicted in the first place, and yet he had to spend years living alongside dementors along with Voldemort’s murderous followers in prison.

If that revelation wasn’t enough to cause a change in Harry, then it was the reveal of Pettigrew’s betrayal, coinciding with the Minister’s refusal to do anything. Fudge had refused to hear a word of Sirius Black’s innocence, all while Dumbledore stood silently by the wayside.

It made him realize that Voldemort was somewhat right when he spoke to Harry in his first year, about there being power and those too weak to seek it. Harry had no power, he kept falling for Voldemort’s schemes, and he wasn’t nearly influential nor skilled enough to prove Sirius’ innocence to the Wizarding World at large.

And now he was in exactly the same situation as before, trapped in one of Voldemort’s grand schemes where he had to participate in some school tournament. The worst part of it all was the hit his reputation would take. Harry had seen his classmates initial reaction to his name coming out the Goblet, and just knew things were going to be even worse than his second year.

Ron, Seamus, Dean, along with all the older students in Gryffindor, as well as the other Houses, all wanted to participate in the Triwizard Tournament. And for him of all people to have been chosen as a champion, while also being a fourth year? Harry could only guess this year was about to get a whole lot worse.

Snape snorted, breaking him out of his thoughts as he sent Harry a condescending look. “You can hardly trust Potter’s words, Headmaster. The boy is a known attention-seeker and rule breaker.”

“Oui, ze boy is clearly lying!” The Beauxbatons Headmistress agreed.

“Surely Mr. Potter couldn’t have got past Dumbledore’s age line.” McGonagall argued somewhat in his favor.

“It’s certainly possible.” Dumbledore shrugged, not bothering to protect him in the slightest.

“Headmaster!” McGonagall gasped.

“See! He admits it!” Karkaroff called out, pointing his finger at Dumbledore. The Drumstrang Headmaster then turned to the tournament officials. “Mr. Bagman, Mr. Crouch, surely you can’t allow this boy to compete?!”

“I’m afraid we have to.” Crouch answered gravely. “The rules are simple, whoever’s name comes out of the Goblet of Fire has to participate in the Triwizard Tournament. Otherwise they risk loosing their magic.”

Harry mentally sighed, already knowing that all the arguing was pointless. It didn’t change the outcome of it all, being that he would be forced to compete in the tournament regardless of whether he wanted to or not.

Nonetheless, the room’s occupants continued yelling over one another. At least, that was until Professor Moody burst into the room and began arguing with the Drumstrang Headmaster.

“All the champions have to compete, as they’re all bound by magical contract through the Goblet.” Moody explained how the Goblet of Fire worked, before his voice dropped. “Convenient, isn’t it?”

“I’m afraid I don’t follow.” Karkaroff narrowed his eyes.

“Want me to spell it out for you? Simply put, Potter is now forced to participate in this tournament else he will loose his magic. Funny enough, I don’t hear Potter complaining about it.”

“And why should he complain?” Fleur Delacour, the Beauxbatons Champion, butted in. “Ze boy will gain wealth and eternal glory should he win. Many of us have been waiting weeks to have a chance at such a thing!”

Harry was hardly an egotistical person, and had developed a thick skin from years of insults thrown at him from the Dursleys. And yet, to have such a beautiful woman like Fleur Delacour throwing insults his way… it hurt more than he would admit.

“You seem to be conveniently forgetting that people die in this tournament, Frenchie.” Moody spoke in a dark tone. “Maybe whoever put Potter in that Goblet hopes he dies too.”

“Bah! You’re seeing things, Mad-eye.” Karkaroff dismissed.

“Seeing things?” Professor Moody whirled on him, suddenly furious. “I seem to remember seeing that Dark Mark of your arm-”

“Alastor!” Dumbledore interrupted him loudly, making the room go silent as everyone turned to face the aging Headmaster. Dumbledore ignored them however, instead turning to face Harry of all people. “I’m afraid that you’ll have to participate in the tournament, Harry.”

He wanted to yell and scream at Dumbledore in that moment, to rage against what he knew was coming. Yet at the same time he wanted to lay down in defeat and accept his fate, knowing that once again he would have to escape whatever schemes Voldemort had by the skin of his teeth.

So he picked an option in between all of those, all while knowing his words would make no difference. “I refuse.”

Several things happened then, as most of the room’s occupants stiffened at his declaration. The Drumstrang contingent, along with Snape, were openly gaping in shock at his words. Madame Maxime just looked strangely confused, while Fleur Delacour was looking at him as if seeing him for the first time.

Harry ignored them however, instead looking directly at Dumbledore who seemed to have suddenly aged ten years in that moment. “I’m afraid you have to, Harry. It isn’t as simple as the Goblet stripping you of your magic should you refuse, but rather that it will actively force you against your will to participate in each task. Should you actively oppose such an ancient object’s will… the consequences will be severe.”

The Headmaster sounded deadly serious in that moment, more so than Harry had ever seen before, as the room became so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. All the while his head pounded with frustration, and he opened his mouth as if to retort—only to eventually sag and nod his head in resignation.

Dumbledore eyed him for a moment longer, and then spun to face the judges. “Mr. Bagman, I believe there are some rules to go over?”

“Oh… of course!” The former Quidditch star perked up, and began explaining the tournament in detail. Harry barely listened, instead trying to keep a cool head and recover from the excitement of the past hour. “…and of course, since you are all Champions, all of your exams have been cancelled. You are also not required to attend your classes, and can instead use the time to train for the tournament.”

That’s useful, at least. He knew that he would be skipping potions along with History of Magic quite a lot in the near future.

The group of them were dismissed then, and Harry walked out of the antechamber and through the empty Great Hall before turning to head towards the Gryffindor Common Room. He was nearing the grand stair when a voice got his attention then.

“Potter! Potter, wait up!” A male voice called from behind him, and he turned to see Cedric Diggory heading his way. “Did you truly not put your name in the Goblet?”

“I didn’t.” He answered gravely. “Honestly, I don’t know how my name came out of it. I didn’t even want to participate in the tournament.”

“I thought so.” Cedric replied with an awkward laugh. “Honestly, I thought you and Dumbledore were about to throw down in there. It became so tense that I could barely breathe, I don’t think any student has stood up to Dumbledore like that before.”

Harry’s didn’t know what to say at that, seeing as him and the Headmaster only had a tiny argument. And yet the older Hufflepuff made it sound like he watched Harry stand up to Merlin himself. “I’ll see you later then.”

He watched Cedric headed down a nearby stair towards the Hufflepuff Common Room, and that was when Harry realized something. He couldn’t go back to Gryffindor Tower, not when his emotions were such a wreck while his mind was a whirlwind of frustration.

And it wasn’t just his desire to sort out his emotions that led him to such a conclusion, but also the reaction of his classmates to him being selected as the fourth Champion. He knew a lot of them were angry, and could only guess what would happen if he went back to Gryffindor Tower now.

He needed to be alone, somewhere where no one could find him, and that was when he thought of just the perfect place. The Chamber of Secrets.

His legs seemed to move on their own, carrying him up the grand stair to the second floor and then down several hallways to the unused second floor girl’s bathroom. It was quiet and dark inside, as the moonlight drifted through the windows and shined down upon the sink which acted as the Chamber’s secret entrance.

“Open.”

He spoke in parseltongue, the language of serpents feeling almost natural for him to voice. Like magic, the sinks slid open to reveal the hole leading down into the Chamber, and Harry didn’t hesitate before jumping down the dark tunnel.

He soon made his way through the caves beneath the school, the same ones himself, Ron, and Lockhart had traversed only years previously. The cave-in was still there, and with a violent slash of his wand he channeled some of his frustration to send the rocks scattering. Harry was much more powerful than he was in his second year, and it took little effort to remove the boulders blocking his path.

From there it wasn’t long until he arrived at the Chamber’s official entrance, and another mutter of parseltongue had the door opening before he entered.

He saw that Chamber of Secrets was much the same as before. The Basilisk’s corpse was still there, along with Slytherin’s statue as well as the hundreds of snake effigies made of stone. But there was something that wasn’t there last time which quickly got his attention.

A small, floating golden light sat in the middle of the Chamber, reminiscent of a candle. It drew him in, feeling warm and comforting as he got closer, almost akin to a campfire. When Harry was only a few feet away, he kneeled down before it and held out his palms.

“…Tarnished …Guided by Grace …return to the Lands Between …seek the Elden Ring”

He could barely make out the words that the light was softly whispering, but he could feel a strange pull coming from within him. It was as if his very soul was being touched by the golden light, and Harry felt himself lean in closer before his instincts suddenly screamed at him.

But it was too late, and suddenly his arms were sucked in by the golden light before the rest of his body followed.

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“Arise Tarnished.” A rich, feminine voice whispered in his ear. “Come to the Lands Between and reforge the Elden Ring… and become my Elden Lord.”

Harry’s eyes snapped open, as he inhaled sharply while feeling warm air against his skin. He was laying on grass, staring up into a sky filled with strange golden tendrils. He immediately knew he was no longer in the Chamber of Secrets, nor was he in Scotland for that matter, as the air was much warmer here than at Hogwarts.

His body moved to sit up slowly, as he looked around to survey his surroundings. Grass fields, cliffs, and woods intermixed with old stone ruins stretched across the strange landscape. But that wasn’t what immediately got his attention, as instead his eyes settled on the massive golden tree in the distance.

The tree was huge, bigger than anything he could have possibly imagined. Its trunk was thicker than an entire city, as its branches spread countless miles in all directions to cover whatever continent he was on. It glowed in place of the sun, and despite the real sun going down, the glowing tree provided enough light to see without assistance.

“Just where am I?” He voiced aloud, feeling as if he was going insane. One moment he had been in the Chamber of Secrets, and the next he had woken up in this strange place. The only thing he truly remembered was that strange floating golden light.

Still in shock, he forced himself to get up then. His limbs were sore and ached as he moved, taking a couple of steps as Harry continued to study his surroundings. That was when he noticed someone standing nearby, being a masked man dressed in an odd gray and white outfit.

“Hello?” Harry asked cautiously, feeling as if he was a first year discovering the magical world all over again.

He walked closer to the stranger, and noted that he wore a scary white mask that was more suited for Halloween than anything else. Harry also couldn’t help but hesitantly note the man was covered in blood, stained onto his old robes.

“Hmm. Tarnished, are we? Come to the Lands Between for the Elden Ring, hmm? Of course you have. No shame in it.” The white-masked man seemed to speak more to himself than to Harry, doing so in a condescending way.

He swallowed down his hesitation. “Can you help me? I don’t know how I got here.”

“No one does at first. The Lands Between has a way of bringing aimless souls to its shores, and those very souls are the ones in need of guidance.” The masked man seemed to look down on him then, as if finding an incredible flaw. “Unfortunately for you, however, you are maidenless.”

He felt his eye twitch in irritation, understanding the insult for what it was.

For some reason the image of Fleur Delacour appeared in his mind’s eye then, the gorgeous Beauxbatons Champion who was the embodiment of every male fantasy. The unbidden thought made him that much more irritated, his teenage hormones not helping the slightest.

“Go along now, Tarnished.” The masked man waved him away dismissively, uncaring for his growing ire. “Forgotten and alone, and without the guidance of Grace… it seems you are fated to die in obscurity.”

Harry walked off while muttering a slew of insults under his breath, stomping through the grass and down the hill. He had met nicer people in Knockturn alley of all places, and didn’t want to spend another moment around the masked man if he could help it.

Great job, Harry. He silently told himself, yet at the same time he went over what he knew so far. According to the masked man, he was in some place called the Lands Between, and seeking something called the Elden Ring. There was also the part about others being called to the Lands Between, meaning he wasn’t the first to arrive in these strange lands.

He soon made his way down the nearby hill and into the valley that stretched out in front of him. In the distance he could see the remnants of a old stone church, along with a dirt path that ran alongside it. And it was there he spotted what appeared to be a giant mounted golden knight.

The knight itself was massive, close to Hagrid in size, and adorned with gold armor as it rode atop a gargantuan steed. In one hand it carried a large halberd, and in the other it gripped a huge shield.

For a moment, Harry hesitated to approach such an intimidating figure, before he swallowed down his hesitation and headed over. He crossed the grassy valley to where the knight patrolled, walking up behind it before speaking up. “Excuse me, sir, could you help me?”

In an instant, golden knight whirled around, its horse spinning to face him before it began barreling down on him. It brandished its massive halberd in one hand, reeling the weapon back as if to bring it forward and strike him down.

Harry’s reflexes kicked in without him even thinking, years of playing quidditch giving his body the skills to actively dodge the attack even while his mind was stuck wondering what was happening. He threw himself to the ground, the halberd’s axe missing him by a mere hair.

The knight passed by him with its attack, and Harry knew it would soon turn around to commit to another attack. With that in mind, he stood and drew his wand, pointing it at the knight during the brief reprieve. “Expelliarmus!”

The massive halberd left the knight’s grasp, soaring through the air to land embedded in the earth. If the knight was surprised, it didn’t show it, instead positioning itself so its massive shield faced Harry’s direction.

His next couple of spells might as well have been useless then, bouncing off or simply dissolving into the large shield. That was when Harry smartened up and pointed his wand below the shield, aiming for the steed instead of the knight. “Impedimenta.”

The horse gave a panicked cry before tipping over, sending the golden rider sprawling onto the ground without its shield. It was wide open and unprotected then, and Harry decided to try out a spell he had only read about yet never actually used. “Reducto!”

His spell struck struck the knight, and instead of exploding, the tree sentinel instead began to dissolve and turn to smoke.

Just what is going on? Harry couldn’t help but think, feeling as if he had just ran a marathon. Yet at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel stronger and more invigorated than ever before.

Something caught his eye as he panted for breath, and he turned to see the knight’s halberd embedded in the ground. The weapon itself didn’t dissolve like its user did, instead remaining after the Tree Sentinel had passed on.

Out of curiosity, Harry reached down to try and pick it up. The weapon was bigger than him, and he imagined that even Hagrid would struggle to lift it. And yet his hand wrapped around it with ease, and he was able to pick it up and hold it as if it weighed the same as a beater’s bat.

Must be some sort of magic. Was the only reasonable explanation he could come to, as Harry would normally never be able to wield such a huge weapon. Just to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating, he slammed the halberd down onto a nearby tree, and the blow was able to snap its trunk in half.

For a long moment he simply stared at the sight, before shutting his eyes and forcing his mind to move on. He knew he needed to keep moving forward, and to not get bogged down by everything strange that was happening to him.

He looked around, taking note his surroundings once again, and decided to head towards the old ruined stone building nearby that resembled a church. Clutching the large gold halberd in one hand, and his wand in the other, Harry carefully made his way to the ruined building and entered from where the front door used to be.

Inside sat overgrown columns that rested on a earth floor, with one of those strange golden candle things like there was in the Chamber of Secrets sitting in the middle of the church. But that wasn’t what immediately got Harry’s attention, as on the far side of the ruined church sat a strange man next to a campfire.

“Ahh.” The man noticed him quickly, speaking in a raspy tone as Harry approached. “You are a Tarnished, I can see it. And I can also see... That you're not after my throat. Then why not purchase a little something?”

Harry paused awkwardly, feeling as if his day was getting stranger by the minute. First he had met that nasty masked man who taunted him for not having a maiden, then he fought a giant golden knight, and now he was talking to a merchant dressed like Santa. “Who are you?”

“I am Kale, a humble merchant and purveyor of fine goods. And you’re the one who felled the Tree Sentinel, aren’t you?”

He blinked. “That golden rider thing? Yeah, how did you know?”

“You’re carrying its weapon, boy.” Kale chuckled as heat crept up Harry’s face in embarrassment. “That monster has crushed a hundred foolhardy tarnished who crossed its path, and it was you who finally shattered it.”

The merchant reached into his pack and tossed Harry a dirty pouch, and he opened it to find it filled with bottled potions along with strange golden coins.

“Consider it a gift.” The merchant said. “That tree sentinel was bad for business, and many more tarnished are bound to pass through these parts now that it’s gone.”

“…Thanks.” Harry said quietly, feeling grateful to have finally met someone who wasn’t trying to screw him over. He didn’t want to get too sidetracked however, as he still wanted to figure out what was going on. “I’m still trying to figure out what I’m doing here. I don’t even know what a ‘Tarnished’ is.”

Kale gave a hum that sounded more introspective than anything else. “I’m not the one to explain such things. If you want answers, seek answers from the grace site.”

The merchant gestured to the strange floating golden light sitting in the center of the ruined church, and Harry hesitantly walked towards the warmth that was the grace site. He kneeled next to it, silently praying that it wouldn’t pull him in again like it did in the Chamber of Secrets.

After a few moments, nothing happened, and he was about to let out a sigh of relief when suddenly blue lights began to coalesce next to him. The lights morphed to form a cloaked feminine form, and Harry could only watch in awe as an unknown woman appeared beside him.

“Greetings, oh Lord of Destined Death. I offer you an accord...” The woman spoke as she gently pushed down her hood, revealing a kind face framed by curly brown hair. Interestingly, she only had one eye, being gold in color, with her other eye covered by strange black markings. “I am Melina, and I have come to serve you, Tanished.”

“Woah.” Harry stared at the woman who mysteriously appeared, before he remembered to introduce himself. “Err… I’m Harry Potter. Wait, why did you call me Tarnished? And what’s this destined death business?”

“A Tarnished refers to one bereft of grace connected to the Erdtree.” Melina gestured to the sprawling glowing tree above them. “They are those who are brought to the Lands Between, led on by the guidance of grace to one day become Elden Lord and rule the Lands Between. You are one of many Tarnished led to these lands by the guidance of grace.”

This makes the Triwizard Tournament look like a joke. He was frozen in place as he tried to digest the woman’s words, his voice sounding strained as he spoke again. “And the part about death?”

Melina‘s expression changed, her eye looking over him then as if he was a particularly juicy piece of meat. “You seem to possess the rune of death, one of the many great runes which form the Elden Ring. It is the rune needed to bring balance to this world, and it will be my role as your Maiden to help guide you.”

“M-My Maiden?” His face flushed crimson as all sorts of inappropriate thoughts filled his mind then. The woman in front of him didn’t appear that much older compared to himself, her appearance similar to that of Hermione’s other than her singular golden eye. That said, there was something he found appealing in a confident, competent, yet kind woman like Melina appeared to be.

“I will help you channel your runes and navigate the Lands Between.” Melina explained calmly, seemingly not noticing his embarrassment. “In exchange, I ask that you bring me to the base of the Erdtree. Agree to this, and I will be yours.”

Think about those things later, Potter. He pushed away the images his teenage brain was conjuring-which certainly wasn’t helped by Melina’s wording—and instead focused on the situation at hand. “And you can help me return to my old world?”

Melina nodded, and gestured at the grace site in front of them. “Concentrate on the site of grace, and you will be able to feel the way back to your home.”

He followed her command, raising a hand and concentrating on the floating golden light. In his mind’s eye, the grace site in front of him appeared, sitting alone on an empty map that had yet to be explored. He pushed out further, and distantly he could sense another grace site, and when he focused on it the Chamber of Secrets appeared.

“I can see it!” Harry felt as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, and he opened his eyes to see he was sitting on the cold stone floor of Slytherin’s Chamber. He looked around, seeing nothing had changed from when he left mere hours ago.

He then focused on the grace site once again, and he was able to quickly find the sole grace site in the Lands Between that he was just at. A mental push later, and Harry felt himself arrive back at the ruined church, and once again he was staring into Melina’s golden eye.

“It worked, I assume?” She asked, to which he nodded absentmindedly. “And what of my offer, Harry, will you take me to the base of the Erdtree?”

“Could I ask you some things first?” He questioned, to which Melina agreed. “What exactly… happened to this place?”

“The Lands Between has long been divided by war, caused by the shattering of the Elden Ring. Queen Marika, the ruler of the Lands Between, has since disappeared, leaving her demigod children to fight over what remains.”

“So when you said I had the rune of Death, you meant I carried a piece of this Elden Ring?” He verified, the pieces snapping into place. “What of the other pieces?”

“Each of the demigods carry a Great Rune, and you will have to defeat them if you wish to claim their pieces for yourself and reforge the Elden Ring.” Melina gave him the worst possible answer, as she gestured to an utterly massive castle in the distance. “The closest demigod is Godrick the Grafted, Ruler of Stormveil Castle, and distant descendant of Queen Marika.”

Harry felt a massive headache starting to form at Melina’s words. Based on what he briefly glimpsed so far in the Lands Between, he knew it would be extremely difficult to have to travel the entire continent in search of every Great Rune. Melina might be able to guide him, but that meant he would still have to fight every enemy he came across, as well as the so-called ‘demigods’ that she spoke of.

But Harry also knew he could hold off on pursuing each Great Rune, and instead explore what the Lands Between had to offer first. So instead of rushing straight to Stormveil Castle, he instead recalled what Melina requested of him. “So why do you need to go to the foot of the Erdtree?”

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“~arnished.”

A curvy feminine form pressed against him as he awoke next to the site of Grace. His eyes opened slowly, taking in a face-full view of beautiful brown hair as he inhaled Melina’s sweet scent. She smelled akin to his Quidditch supplies, reminiscent of leather and ancient wood, and it helped him relax as he laid with her.

His arms wrapped around her comfortably, pulling her against him. A cute, satisfied smile graced her lips, all while her shapely bum pressed against his crotch.

Harry bit back a grown then, feeling his cock beginning to stir. At the end of the day, he was still a warm-blooded male, and it seemed his limbo wasn’t dissuaded by the excitement of the past day.

Get your mind out of the gutter, Harry. It just so happened that Melina fell asleep next to him at the grace site, and that during the night they coincidentally happened to move closer to one another and end up cuddling. It was entirely unintentional, and Harry knew he had to careful else he risk doing something foolish.

He moved away from her slowly, being careful not to wake his Maiden. The brunette girl needed sleep, especially when she would have to deal with the likes of him. He had promised to take her to the base of the Erdtree, after all.

He soon stood up, still wearing his Hogwarts robes as he surveyed the ruined church. He immediately noted that Melina and Merchant Kale were sleeping, but it wasn’t the two of them that got his attention, but rather the blue woman sitting on a nearby piece of rubble.

“This way, Tarnished.” The woman called out, waving him over. “May I have a word?”

Cautiously, he moved across the ruined church to approach her, all while he studied the newcomer. In a way, she was beautiful yet delicate, dressed up like a doll with an overly large dress as well as a hat that put McGonagall’s own witch hat to shame. But it wasn’t those parts of her appearance that got his attention, but instead the strange ghost-like face next to her that mirrored her own facial features. That, as well as the woman’s four arms.

“Thou art more fortunate than most, I see.” She spoke again as he drew near, looking at him with a gleam in her eye.

Harry blinked in confusion. “Huh?”

“Resting beneath the stars, with thy maiden nestled so closely.” She continued, a small smirk playing on her lips as she looked over at Melina. “Perchance I have come at a… delicate hour.”

“N-Nothing like that!” He got out quickly, yet couldn’t stop the embarrassed stammer as he spoke. It seemed that Harry wasn’t the only one to notice Melina’s strange cuddling.

“Peace, young Tarnished. I mean thee no harm, nor do I seek to chide thee.” The woman chuckled politely. “I am known as Renna… though ‘tis not my true name. A witch of the cold moon, and watcher of curious fates... such as yours.”

He blinked. “You’ve been watching me?”

“I’d heard tell of a Tarnish that defeated the Tree Sentinel. And after looking into the matter, the talk, I surmise, is of thee?” At his nod, she continued. “Thy are not born of this world, are thee?”

“No. I’m from a place called—”

“Thy tongue calls it Earth. Thy people, wizards.” She stared intently at him. “But thee are no ordinary mage, Harry Potter.”

He stiffened. “How do you know my name?”

“The stars did tremble at thy arrival.” She answered without telling him anything, before turning to look at Melina’s sleeping form. “Though I must confess, thou dost make fast work of maidens. She hath not lain so close to any since the age began to wane.”

Harry blushed, his collar feeling tight. “It’s not like that.”

“Mm.” She hummed. “Dost thy tongue lie… or thy heart falter? A question for another time, perhaps. For now, I shalt leave thee with this.”

The blue witch held out her hand, and Harry hesitantly reached out to take a golden whistle. He looked it over curiously, before looking back at the blue-skinned woman.

“A whistle to call forth thy spectral steed, Torrent.” The witch, Renna, answered. “But before I take my leave, I wonder… does thou truly seek to be Queen Marika’s third consort, and be Elden Lord?”

“I-I…” He felt blindsided by the question, yet remembered what Melina had told him earlier of Marika’s disappearance after the Shattering. “Isn’t Queen Marika missing?”

“Art thou a perceptive one.” The witch eyed him shrewdly. “How long will it be, I wonder... before the Tarnished tire of obesiance to the Two Fingers?”

Harry’s brows furrowed, wondering what the woman was talking about now. “I don't understand.”

She smirked as if enjoying an inside joke, right as her body began dissolving into blue light reminiscent of Melina’s arrival earlier.

Disclaimer: All Characters are over the Age of 18.

A/N:

I was going to sit on this chapter a bit longer, but decided to go ahead and publish it anyways.

I hope it’s received well, as I’m still outlining some of the plot for this story and don’t have an exact time set for the next chapter’s release yet. Honestly, I’m still not sure about the Story’s title.

If you’d like to see more of the Lands Between, give this chapter a like so I can gauge interest

Pairings planned so far: Harry x Melina, Malenia, Millicent, Marika, Ranni , Daphne, Fleur, Susan, Apolline, Amelia, Narcissa