Harry Potter and the Legacy of the Light: A Harry Potter/The Dark Is Rising Sequence Crossover
The CONDENSED EDITION -- Chapters One Through Ten
By: Gramarye
HARRY: As is usual in the opening to
fifth-year fics, I'm convinced that my life is a meaningless
misery.
RON: Almost as bad as your real fifth
year.
HERMIONE: Why aren't your aunt and uncle here?
HARRY: Because the readers somehow need more
proof that I'm a textbook case for the NSPCC?
HERMIONE: Resourceful friend that I am, Harry, I
hit my parents up for money to get you home.
HARRY: Thanks...I think.
PROFESSOR STANTON: This is just
a coincidence that I'm here, really.
HARRY: I'm too knackered to expend the energy
required to not believe you.
PROFESSOR STANTON: Wouldn't do
you much good, anyway.
HARRY: *passes out*
MRS FIGG: The hell?
HARRY: *comes to*
MRS FIGG: The Dursleys fell through a hole in
the plot and disappeared, so you're living with me.
HARRY: Does this mean I get to have a birthday?
MRS FIGG/RON/HERMIONE/REMUS/SIRIUS: Yes.
MRS FIGG: A little bit of trainspotting on the
author's part, and you're all set to go to those Weasley folk.
PROFESSOR STANTON: Hello again.
HARRY: Gah!
PROFESSOR STANTON: *reads paper omnisciently*
HARRY: Why are you on this train?
PROFESSOR STANTON: To keep this story from
ending five chapters in, of course.
LORD VOLDEMORT: Dammit.
HARRY: Eleven years of sleeping in a cupboard
makes the footwell of a compact car seem like a home from home.
PROFESSOR STANTON: *drives compact car
omnisciently*
HARRY: So I get to the Burrow only to end up in
the middle of a Weasley vendetta?
GINNY: For once, Harry, it looks like you had
the better summer.
HARRY: Let's just get to King's Cross before
something bad happens.
DEATH EATERS: Too late.
HARRY: *sigh*
DEATH EATERS: *hex curse curse hex boom boom
crash*
HERMIONE: *thud crash*
HARRY/RON: Shit.
COLIN: Feel sorry for me and my shattered
psyche!
MRS FIGG: Just in case you'd forgotten I was an
Auror....
EDWARD LINCHLEY: Resident BadCop!OC, at your
service.
HARRY: Not that Dumbledore doesn't know
everything already anyway, but I really should go talk to him.
HERMIONE: Listen to me moan pathetically.
RON: You're almost too good at that.
HARRY: Now, how did I end up in front of this
door that I've never seen before?
RON/HERMIONE: Do you have to ask?
PROFESSOR STANTON: It's not exactly the Room of
Requirement, but it'll do.
HARRY/RON/HERMIONE: Gah!
PROFESSOR STANTON: Call me Will -- it'll make
the fangirls happy.
DUMBLEDORE: I've shown up to not explain
anything.
WILL: And that'll be my job from now on.
MIRROR: *sparkle glitter flash*
HARRY/RON/HERMIONE: Oooo....
WILL: Old One magic -- get used to it.