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A big thanks to Darth Granger for Betaing this chapter!!!
Note: All times are in the Harry Potter World. If you can get through this chap it gets better I promise!!!!
Dimension Walker Chapter 1; Loss of Control
[October 6, 1996
A body convulsed on the floor in the middle of a ring of black robed figures. All except one wore white masks and had their hoods up.
The one that stood a little in from the circle had no mask, and wore his hood down. He had his wand trained on the teenager convulsing on the ground. He had his lipless mouth contorted into something similar to a smile; an insane glint flickered in his eyes. After a few minutes, when no sound escaped from the boy, his nose-less face contorted in rage. He ended the spell with a flick of his wand.
The body trembled for a few seconds longer before the boy managed to push himself to his hands and knees. He spit blood onto the floor between his hands then tilted his head up to look at the assembled Death Eaters. Emerald green eyes looked into his attacker's crimson gaze. Then, with an ease that shouldn't have been possible, he jumped to his feet. Wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his black school robes he gave a small laugh. "Very good Tom. Not many have been able to have that much affect on me in a long time."
The Dark Lord gave a cruel laugh in return. "I'm just getting warmed up." He did a complicated series of movements with his wand, hissing in parseltongue. A battery of dark blue jets hit Harry. Deep cuts appeared across his body and shortly after, a poison burned in each one. His blood made large pools by his feet and once more, Harry fell to the ground. The poison was making him weak, and causing his blood to thin. He was near to blacking out when the spell was lifted. Voldemort watched thoughtfully. "You should be dead." He stated simply.
Dark blue corrosive liquid started running out of Harry's cuts instead of blood and burned the wood floor as it fell around him. Voldemort's eyes widened as the cuts began to close. A bitter laugh escaped Harry. "Nice sting to that one."
Voldemort screamed in outrage. "EVERYONE!!!!" The assembled Death Eaters lowered their wands as one and aimed, then twenty-one spells flew towards Harry. Ranging from the Cruciatus to other torturing spells, producing a plethora of bright jets of lights containing all the colors of the spectrum. One, however, was a bright emerald green. The same green as Harry's eyes. A green Harry remembered well. He was hit before he had time to react. Healing the previous wounds had left him with very little strength left. What was left wasn't enough. The spells hit him within fractions of seconds of each other.
The spells hit him with such force, and reacted in such a way; that they made Harry lose control of his most powerful ability and best kept secret. Effects would take place all over Britain and be the cause of Harry's worst fear and his worst sin, but that's not what flashed through his mind.
[April 19, 1986
A five-year-old sits on a small cot in a cupboard under the stairs. He wishes to get out of the cramped, dark space with everything he has. His uncle hasn't let him outside in over a week. He just wants to play with other kids his age, like his cousin Dudley gets to.
A bright light flashes in the corner under the bottom stair. As he stares at it with wide eyes, it flashes again. He crawls to it, determined to find out what it is. It gets bigger, about the size of a small TV screen. He reaches out to it and suddenly there is a flash of white and a feeling of traveling very fast. Then Harry tumbles onto hot desert sand.
[June 23, 1991
A beautiful, almost ethereal woman approaches a pair of fighting padawans. They are in the middle of an intense training session. They are very advanced for their respective ages of 11 and 12 years. Usually their routine isn't used until padawans are 14 or 15. She watches them silently. The elder has dirty blond hair and brown eyes; the other has shaggy black hair and emerald eyes. They match each other's blows perfectly, one never getting the upper hand. Finally, they notice the young woman. With a click their light sabers turn off. They bow to each other, then bow to her. She smiles and her next words change both boy's lives forever.
[June 24, 1991
The young woman and Harry are walking through the Hall of Gates. She is explaining it to him. A gate opens. The woman takes a fighting stance in front of the young padawan. A large ugly creature stumbles out of the gate. The young woman attacks, but the beast throws her, she hits her head. She's knocked out. Harry runs to her, the creature slashes at him with large claws. He tries to move, but is to slow. Bleeding profusely, he attacks with slightly off-balance strikes.
[November 23, 1991
Harry is sulking about his price for his 'gift.' He had come to terms with being an orphan, but his loss that day in The Hall of Gates took a heavy toll on him. It affected him so much he refused to go to Hogwarts. Instead he was in his manor at Godric's Hollow; the house elves having repaired the damage from that night. He was in a particularly bad mood today. That's when the room filled with white light, like his cupboard did all those years ago. He stepped through to see bright flashes and screaming coming from within a small farmhouse. He rushes forward.
[June 5, 1992
Harry is sitting in a forest. He can see a deer grazing in the meadow before him. He pulls out his revolver, ready to kill it. An explosion chases it away. He sees a boy a few years older than himself run after the deer, but Harry is looking curiously at the ring of burned forest. In the middle sits two polished stones, one emerald green, the other a sapphire blue. The older boy picks up the blue one, studying it intently. Harry decides to make himself known.
He steps into the flickering light of the fire. The older boy drops the finely polished rock, his bow trained on Harry in an instant. Harry's usually kind green eyes turn cold and harsh. "I wouldn't try that if I were you." He says icily.
"Who are you to tell me what to do? What are you, eight?" The older lowers his bow, deciding Harry to be no threat. In a flash Harry, has a sword to the boy's neck. The older's eyes bulge in surprise.
"Don't underestimate those you do not know. Especially me!" Harry says with venom.
[August 7, 1992
Harry is in an alley in a large city. He starts toward the street when a figure pushes him against a wall. He tries to push the person away. The man latches onto his neck sucking his blood. Harry's head lolls back from the loss of blood. The sun shines bright in his eyes.
[December 22, 1992
Harry watches as a seemingly young man with pointed ears and blond hair meets with a young man with black hair. They talk in a language he doesn't understand, but is still the most beautiful thing he's ever heard. He is so lost in the beauty of the language he never notices their approach.
[June 5, 1993
A young man jumps impossibly high with a very large sword. With one stroke, the beast that reminds Harry of the one in The Hall of Gates, is dead. The young man who killed it has long white hair and golden eyes. When he lands from his jump, he is met with a dark haired young man wearing a string of beads around one wrist and toting a fancy staff, a young girl in what looks to be some sort of school uniform, a little boy with a bushy fox tail, and young woman that carries a boomerang as tall as herself. They began talking, but then the young man with white hair turns to Harry. Their eyes meet and the young golden-eyed man cocks his head in confusion.
[December 8, 1994
Harry wakes up on a desert planet with three suns. He gets to his feet just in time as a buggy of some sort drives over the exact spot he was previously laying. Seeing no other sign of life, he runs after it. He quickly catches up and jumps on. "Hi!!!!" he says breathlessly. A man with a shaved head, wearing goggles points ahead of them. Harry has just enough time to duck.
[July 25, 1995
Harry groans as he vaguely recognizes the city he is in. He absently rubs the two small scars on his neck. He walks for some time, not really knowing where to go. When he ends up on a street with lots of small houses and yards, he notices a Hispanic boy and a young girl, both about his age, walking a little ways ahead of him. He almost chokes when he hears them say magic.
[July 2, 1996
Harry screams as molten metal is injected into his body. It burns to his very core. He screams until he blacks out.
Harry wakes up in his 'room' when he hears fighting outside of the thick metal door. Then he notices he's not alone, but with a bunch of other kids his age. He tries to get up, but falls back down. He feels someone grab him from behind, then he is being handed over to another set of arms. When he can finally look at the person holding him, a black woman with white hair, all he can ask is, "Why?" before blacking out again.
[October 5, 1996
The Hogwarts students are bustling through Hogsmeade on their first visit of the year. A siren blows at the far end of town. The students and some of the townspeople run for Hogwarts. Harry starts to run, but when he notices a group of third year students are lost in the confusion, he stops. He makes his way through the bustling crowd. As he starts to guide them to the castle, he is hit in the back with a stunning spell.
Authors Note:
Do ya like it? I know it's confusing now but all will be explained later.
Does anyone recognize all of the crossovers?
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