Disclaimer:
I in no way own Harry Potter and this was written for the sole purpose of enjoyment. And with that said, ENJOY!

Author's Note:
Okay then, I got this idea in my head and I have to run with it. You may notice some details in here reminecent of that of the Bartimeus Trilogy (a very good series of books by the way) but they have been tinkered with a lot to suit my purposes. This is but the first of the prologue chapters. I hope you enjoy it and please review.

Story Summary:
From a harsh world where Voldemort seems to be winning and Harry is having a hard time in tipping the scales, Harry 'accidentially' gets thrown into an alternate dimension. All seems perfect at a glance: his parents, Sirius, Dumbledore and all those that he had known to be killed are alive. The catch is that 'Harry Potter' is the name of the most hated of Voldemort's Death Eaters. But as Harry tries to reenact the plan that he was going through with before to stop Voldemort, he doesn't realise until too late that more than just him has leaked into this world.

Chapter One
The Last Mission

The streets of London were quiet; they had been quiet for quite a long time ever since Voldemort had become so public that even the muggle world knew about him. The world were shocked to learn of a whole secret society living in their midst but they quickly adapted to the situation although most did so verybadly.

The belief of about half of England at the time was that all magic users were evil and out to kill all muggles even though Parliament and the Queen (they had all been toldbecause the situationbecome bad enough) tried to convince the public otherwise. The situation was the same in other countries as well. Voldemort was also gaining support from foreign sources and the forces of light and dark were forced into a stalemate. It had stayed that way for years.

The dark night was absolute; the cold chill of the January air was breezing by. This section of the city has few houses as this was where the latest Ministry of Magic building was. It was built five years ago building onto the existing Ministry of Magic except that now it was above ground also. It had much stronger defences than its predecessor though.

Many thousands of feet above it was something that was definitely not magical; a plane was soaring over London. The pilot looked back from his controls to inform his three passengers, "We're at our drop off point now."

The three passengers were all wearing black with obscuring hoods wrapped around their heads. Two of them were wearing light black armour with some dragon hide leather. The middle one who was obviously the leader was clad in heavy black armour with runes engraved into it. He walked casually to the exit and opened the hatch, the other two following him.

"Are you sure we have to do it this way?" asked the taller one to the leader, shouting because of the noise caused by the air passing by the opened hatch. "I mean, we were only able to get two parachutes on such short notice."

"The anti-apparition field around London is too strong. Those are enough for you two. I won't need one, I mean, if I didn't need it during training, I'm not going to need it now." And with that he jumped out of the plane leaving the other two staring at the place he used to be.

"I spend ten hard years fighting in this war and I had to be the one to replace the new guy on your squad, didn't I? What did I do to deserve this? I have a wife and kids, you know?" said the shorter of the two.

"Hey, I've been on his squad for years; I survived. I swear that you'll be fine" replied Tall, before he too jumped out.

"Did you tell that to the last new guy too before he got killed in action?" yelled Short to the retreating figure of Tall. Then with a sigh he too jumped out, dreading that this may be the last day he ever sees. The pilot grumbled something alone the lines of 'new guys' as he pressed a button to close the hatch of the plane.

The leader was hurtling towards the ground at a breakneck speed and was almost to the ground when a huge burst of wind rushed upwards and slowed him down enough for him to land softly feet first onto the hard tarmac road. A few minutes later, the other two had finally landed down and discarded their parachutes. They then proceeded to quickly make their way towards the outer walls of the Ministry of Magic.

Tall took out goggles from his backpack and looked through them at the wall surrounding the building. He scouted out the layout and reported back to his comrades, "There are three low level fire demons patrolling around the building in a basic swivel arc search pattern."

"I detect a lattice ward around the building as well. Nothing our armour won't be able to nullify" added Short looking up from the screen of his watch.

"Okay then, I'll take out the guards and then we get inside the building. Their absence will not be noticed until sunrise if the reconnaissance team's findings are correct" stated Leader. Rushing through the gates and bracing himself into a fighting stance. Immediately all three fire demons swivelled to face him. They were only low level demons, or imps, so they were just large eye balls (and being fire demons they were also on fire).

In the ancient times after the fall of Atlantis, the only home of the natural Elementals, powerful Wizard Lords would summon demons from the Other Realm and bind them into their service; in turn gain themselves instant servants who already were able to use elemental magic (except for the higher level demons, most are no good in a physical battle and could be easily killed if you got close enough- of course you had to get by their barrages of potent Elemental magic).

The practice wore out a thousand years ago when the general magic of wizards had declined so much that they were not powerful enough to make sure that a demon would not just kill you because you were not strong enough to bind them; the last wizard to be able to successfully control demons (even if they were just low levelled demons that are only good as guards and spying) was Merlin himself until after many rituals Voldemort had become powerful enough to be able to control a league of demons.

Of course, others had reached that level as well after he did; Voldemort had a score of wizards that specifically control a horde of demons (though they could only handle, on their own, foliots- mid level demons) and the light side had people who had the level of proficiency to be able to use demons as well (most could only handle up to a foliot as well, although there have been rumour that Harry Potter had been able to be able to control afrits- the highest level of demon known- being the second person to be able to in the last millennia -after Voldemort, who particularly prefers a guard of afrits).

Before these patrolling fire demons could react, the leader preformed three quick hand movements and three sizable waves of water went searing separately towards each of the minor demons. It was quite amusing to see the flaming eyeballs widen in surprised before the force of the waves and the magic behind it caused them to disintegrate and lose themselves to the ether (another name for the realm in which demons reside) again. In the space of five seconds all there was left in the courtyard were three scorch marks on the paved stone floor.

"It's scary how you can do that. I mean, you can actually manage to use really strong Elemental magic and I can barely control one imp at a time. How do you do it Harry?" asked Tall.

"It just takes some practise and the right know how Ron, but then again, it could just be the fact that it's me."

"I would hate to ruin this moment but shouldn't we get going" interrupted Short.

"John, you got to learn how to lighten up. Don't get too serious and be more flexible. If you don't, you may end up just like the old new guy" stated Harry as he passed John Daniels on his way to the entrance of the building.

John Daniels was one of the unique cases in the Light forces. For one he was a muggles (there are only about 100 active muggle soldiers in the light army and about 250 as spies and informants). John Daniels was also a Lieutenant Daniels in the SAS until he transferred into the Magical Forces because he had discovered that he had the ability to sense magic and a knack for Technomancy. During his ten year career in the MF corp. (only eight if you didn't count the year that he had been in a rehabilitation clinic after a Werewolf attack and the year after that wherein he had been trained to become a Lycan) he had soared through the ranks and after some classes from some of the established Technomancers who saw his talent, he has been one of the prominent designer name of some of the basic soldier equipment (most of his invented items allowed Muggles to combat in a magical situation such as the Techie Watch which scans magical signatures and produce a shield powered by its battery).

"So what did happen to the last guy?" asked John who was trailing behind Harry and Ron as they made their way towards the huge stone ornamented doors. The two of them just kept on walking ignoring the question. "Come on guys, you can tell me. I can handle it; what ever happened."

"We don't like to talk about it. It was one of Harry's only mistakes in battle" stated Ron.

"If I hadn't tried the impossible and if he wasn't such a person to concentrate wholly onhis war path for vengence, he would have survived" added Harry.

"What the hell happened?" demanded John. At this point all three of them had stopped walking and silence had fallen between them. Finally Harry broke the silence.

"Well, that's an interesting story. It was a month ago on our last mission; we were one of the three assaults squads who attacked the Island of Azkaban. Before I continue I must tell you that the rumours are true."

"What? You actually do have aspirations to destroy the world just because your lover was killed by Voldemort" exclaimed John.

"Of course not, for one she was my wife actually."

"B…b…but that means you still want to…"

"Oh, and the planetary annihilation idea is a rubbish goal as well."

"Thank God."

"But the other rumour is true."

"What? You actually do practice Sex Magic and that is the reason that you have increased strength and super human speed."

"Well yes, that's true but I was talking about the other rumours."

"Wait, so you're the reason for the Creature of Azkaban, the Monster that makes the Isle a lethal place for any forms of life! Holy Crap!"

"It was an accident, I swear."

"How the hell did you accidentally create a monstrosity?"

"I'll tell you the whole story then. It was a dark cloudy night..."

Author's Notes:
And here is where I leave you off. If this is about the size of the chapters, this prologish part will probably extend to about three to four chapters. I have worked out the story for this one fully and have nearly finished chapter two. For those of you who have been irritated by the lack of updates with 'Me And My Dark Side', I apologise and state now that I am also working on its next chapter at the moment. The coursework deadline have just been piling up lately so bear with me. Anywho, I hope you are a little bit interested in where this story is going and please review. NB. The next chapter will probably be mostly a flashback. See you all soon.