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Chapter one: Where the hell am I
Four years had passed since the Battle of Hogwarts and the final defeat of Tom Marvolo Riddle, aka Voldemort at the hands of Harry Potter but the price had been very high : Hogwarts was nearly destroyed and had been opened only 2 years ago and even now it had only a sliver of its old glory. The Ancient Wards, built by the founders and, if the legends were correct, - Merlin himself. Don't get it wrong, normally the wards were impenetrable but the very en masse practice of the Dark within the walls and wards, had caused them to deteriorate and when Voldemort had ripped the through the wards on the night of the Battle of Hogwarts, they had totally fallen and nothing short of Merlin himself could rebuild them to their former glory
The Wizarding World was in ruins, Death Eaters were still a problem because many had the fortune to escape without anyone ever seeing their faces, the ministry had lost its influence and had been forced to accept the Order of the Phoenix as an legitimate organization ( well that wasn't as bad), and the rest of the magical Europe blamed Britain for Voldemorts expansion in their countries during 1997 which was called "the dark invasion" and during which thousands of light wizards had died in an effort to stop Voldemort from expanding hid domain. He failed but during his retreat he had destroyed any magical artifact he had gotten his hands on, and killed all the light wizards he had captured.
The only good thing ( except the Order of the Phoenix becoming a legitimate elite police force) was that the entire magical Europe and a part of Asia ( Siberia) had merged their individual governments and had created the Magical European Federation ( MEF) which had brought a measure of order in Europe after the downfall of Lord Voldemort. Harry had been offered a position as the Head of the MEF Auror department but he had declined because he felt like he had lost to much fighting dark Wizards but he accepted a position as a councilor in cases were expertise in dark magic artifacts. He had accepted that because due to Voldemorts Hocrux was imbedded in his very soul, he had gained all his magic related knowledge. He would have gained his memories also but his soul and magic had purged them least he became another Voldemort.
He had been especially intrigued by the magic in the three Deathly Hollows and that's why he had started studying Arithmancy and Runes and had become quite proficient with it especially thanks to a wonder that he had discovered in the muggle world, a calculator, which made his job even easier. Today he had been called to inspect a dark artifact (they called whatever they discovered and didn't understand a dark artifact) who is rumored to have been created by Voldemort himself as a weapon of mass destruction.
Upon apparating to a forest in North Germany near a coastal city named Kiel he paused for breath, he really hated apparating that's why he was currently working for an alternative to apparition which didn't feel like you were being squeezed through a tube and with a greater that a thousand miles in one jump range that normal apparition had. As he approached the structure he could see a stone circle, with a diameter of thirty meters (one hundred feet) which had runes circling a pentagram and in the center of the pentagram stood an object which looked like a crystal glass and was filled with a black liquid. Around the stood dozens of German Aurors, casting different scanning spells over it but becoming more and more confused. His knowledge of Voldemort began to act up but he only got pieces of a dysfunctional magical artifact that didn't work as he had planned but could still be used somehow.
As he tried to get more info out of Voldemorts magical knowledge, he approached a man in his mid-thirties, he had blond hair common for most pureblood German Wizards,- his eyes were an ashen grey, shinning with intellect and experience, he was wearing the standard Auror uniform, grey combat trousers and shirt. His clothes were heavenly enchanted, as he didn't feel the cold of setting dusk and this guys were usually paranoiacs, so they were prepared for battle at any moment. As the man saw him he gave him a polite smile, even though he and Harry had already worked together, his name was Hans Wagner.
"Hello, Hans any news on this new artifact?" asked Harry.
"Not much unfortunately, it took our best curse breaker two weeks to get through the wards protecting this place but even now we can't seem to be capable of understanding what this thing truly is" answered Hans with a frown on his face.
"Why, I mean with the wards down you should be capable of scanning it properly?" asked Harry, worried at the implications of such a thing as he felt Voldemorts magical signature within the circle.
"The spells work perfectly but the problem is that we haven't seen anything quite like it, the closest thing to which we can compare it is a portkey but the magical concentration within it is through the rooftops and unless he wanted to jump to another galaxy, the energy levels don't make sense" explained Hans.
"I doesn't work properly" said Harry.
"What?" asked Hans.
"The artifact doesn't work properly, or Voldemort would have used it" said Harry.
"I still don't get what it has to do with your job" said Hans confused.
"It means it could be extra volatile, so tell your mean to stay away from it while I enter inside to try to either defuse it or destroy it" explained Harry.
"Okay" said Hans "guys keep a distance of fifty meters from it while mister Potter enters it"
The Aurors moved away immediately as Voldemorts artifacts had a nasty habit of exploding and they didn't want to risk it. As soon as Harry entered the circle it began to glow and he sensed his core channelizing magic into the circle. He cursed himself for his stupidity, of course he would key this artifact activation to his magical signature and because of his little stunts when he was born and in his fourth year their magical signature was so similar that it made no difference to this artifact. In less than a second he was gone from there and he found himself into a void where the magic of the artifact "slammed" him, for the lack of a better word,- against an invisible barrier that refused to give away. From his studies he recognized the barrier as a barrier between worlds and began to panic as those things were nigh-impenetrable. His chest began to ache as his core began channelizing insane amounts of magic, which was being used as a sledgehammer, - by the spell of the stone circle.
The consumption of the spell began to increase at an incredible pace and his core was reaching its maximal capacity, which was something in and on itself as he was the third most powerful Wizard in the whole world and his cores capacity was huge. The pain increased as his core was pushed to its maximum capacity and slightly surpassed it as the spell continued to use it as a sledgehammer against the world barrier. He began to lose consciousness as his core continued to channelize magic beyond its maximum capacity but just as unconsciousness was about to claim him the barrier gave away and from the hole the had just been formed he was sucked away toward a new world, not that he could think of that as he was to occupied with the blinding pain in his chest.
Harry tried to get up but his body was to tired because of the large amount of magic that it had channelized earlier, he thought that he was lucky that he was probably more powerful than either Dumbledore or Tom (I'm calling Voldemort, Tom from now because of simplicities sake) for if they tried to power that spell they would not be capable of doing any kind of magic for years if not lose their magical ability completely. As it was it would take him a day or so of sleep for his body and core to recover from that kind of exhaustion. He tried to at least get to the house just forty-forty five meters in front of him but he couldn't and just passed out there.
When Harry awoke he found himself inside a home and watching over him was a boy whose aura told was between fourteen and fifteen and a woman a Healer if he read her aura well ( he was pretty new to this thing having rediscovered this ability only just two months prior).As soon as she saw he was awake she told him
"You gave us quite a scare there lad" the woman said " this lad here was the one who found ,his name is Eragon and mine is Gertrude " she concluded.
" I guess that I was a little tired, and fell asleep right there and then" Harry said while trying to get up and failing, his muscles too sore to respond to his commands
" That was not just tiredness because no way a simple tiredness could make you sleep for two days without even waking once and don' try to move immediately because your muscles haven't moved in two days and they need a little time to " warm up" she said.
" Well, it could have been worse, I could have been eaten by a bear or wolf" Harry said and then something hit him " Would you mind telling me where I am"
"You are in Carvahall" said the boy looking at Harry like he was mad "so where are you from ? "
"Well , I don't actually remember that or anything previous to me waking here except that my name is Harry Potter" Harry lied, he couldn't just tell them "hey I come from a different world and just happen to be wizard who collapsed from exhaustion in your front door", they would think he was mad, even in his world he would be thought as mad and they had magic while this people certainly were not. He planned to just lay low until he could figure a way back which wouldn't cause him to lose his magic, he had grown quite fond of it.