AN: I haven't raged a lot when I read a fanfic but sometimes, it gives me a lot of rage to see so much build up and then have it in in quite a shitty manner.

I first had that when I read Muv Luv Alternative, I then looked for fic with that theme, I only found one, but the author's work there made me give it a try.

I failed that time. Miserably, its third unpublished rewrite its been abandoned since 2013

So I have ever since embarked in new and new project in stories when quite bright ideas and plot bunnies appear in my head. My Unfinished Ideas Box folder in my dropbox account has more one-shots and prologues and first chapters than I can read in one go, I can easily see that I have over a thousand files there.

And yet the projects I have truly undertaken I haven't found time to finish them properly, or even start the plots like it should be done, their next chapters resting in their folders waiting for those final pages before I publish them.

But sometimes I can hold myself back, because an author isn't like a certain book-crapper says, you don't simply exercise over and over again to write a book.

At least for me, the flames in the furnace of my mind roar once in a blue moon, but hey, I must say that when I follow them, you people enjoy what comes out. Heh.

Now, I saw the conclusion of one fic I absolutely liked: The Soul Within by TheFlowerOfTheCourt, but the author, I dunno if he'd a reason to stop it where he stopped it, but man. I haven't had this urge to write since last year.

(edit, it was joke for his birthdate, I feel so silly)

I've had a quite shitty year IRL, but…

Somehow, I dunno how, I will keep writing.

Flower, thanks.

Challenge accepted.

So now I leave you readers with this brain child of mine.

Sixth Ranger BetaHalo presents.

In my rage, for something that should give me any *Snorts*

A Harry Potter Fanfic.

Hard-Reset

Prologue: Compilation

I met him in bar about a year ago.

Ever since I met him, I knew who he was.

I woke up in this age around nineteen ninety five.

In the same date I was born, only a year before.

But I was not me.

Because I knew that I should be a toddler in that moment.

Not a full grown adult.

At first, I didn't notice really, but after seeing the towers back in New York still standing, and several other situations, I somehow knew I was in the past.

I don't remember dying back home.

That's the problem.

Was I whisked away here?

Who knew?

I simply tried to find myself a home.

I couldn't go back to mine, even if something compelled me to find my bio-parents.

But I knew that I shouldn't, that if I came here, there might be a reason.

It wasn't until I managed to reach the other side of the world a later year that I noticed the differences.

There were several disappearances a decade ago. A more often than not, I would see things that shouldn't exist, coming out of places that should never be real.

They were real, both.

But I digress.

I found myself with forged papers thanks to one of my dad's old acquaintances, who'd died way before I learned to remember.

But I met him, and even if damn stressful I managed to get him to do mine will.

I could not use my own last names, so I made my own, and even in those lands, I wasn't the most exotic names around.

Edward Matthias Langley.

I chose that name.

Even if it only meant something to me, it would do.

So a few months later, with several millions in jewels and drug money I remembered being 'lost' around this time back home, nearly enough.

It wasn't easy gaining them thought.

So then I found myself rich and leaving my dear country with several forged papers. No one noticed anything. For I knew that the accidents that caused the security to tighten were yet to happen.

My knowledge and various object were sent back with me. Including two little things I treasured the most.

My cellphones, battered and aged as they were, and left behind by a world the advanced way too quickly.

Now they were the single most advanced pieces of technology in this era.

I could have sold them to their respective makers, but I couldn't part with my unconditional partners, who'd stood by my side in situations that not even my parents or my fleeting girlfriends would know of.

More often those were caused by them, but that's moot point.

I simply wished they would do more than being a simple game console in this era, as the networks were way too primitive for them to connect.

I digress once again.

I found myself at London, close to one station I knew held considerable significance in this world.

So I went nearby, a lo and behold, there it was.

A quite ancient building, unsanitary looking, and obviously ignored by everyone in front but some people in robes.

I understood where I was.

So I went in.

But I thought came to my head. Why should I get in?

I always was took as a friend, a confidant, because o everyone else not my friends, I was a slightly deranged sociopath with mental troubles.

I always love metaphysics, to go beyond what we hear or see, to know what lies beyond what we perceive as real.

But now… I had a fresh start, somewhere I knew had dealt with this before.

I met him that day.

The bartender didn't question me when I simply ordered a firewhiskey, I had always wanted to know what it tasted like. He simply eyes my clothes for a bit and then simply took out a bottle and poured a quite generous glass. And so when I saw the liquid with flames licking its surface like my homemade molotovs, is that I noticed who sat right next to me on the table.

He looked singed, dirt mud and I think dried blood all over his face, he looked like shit.

I couldn't see his complete face, but I knew he was barely coping with something big.

"Hey boy, you look like you could use a drink, how about it?"

The boy… no, man looked at me suspiciously, and then I noticed that his piercing green eyes were dulled in a mask I wore quite often in my past life.

Hollow, and in pain. Alone.

He didn't say anything, so I ordered another shot and told the bartender to leave the bottle and get another one ready.

I had found a certain bank back in the Americas, where I had changed a considerable chunk of my stolen fortune into this kind weird money I had found I needed to use. So I didn't have to worry about the tab.

The guy simply looked at me in disbelief as I passed the glass to him, and in one motion downed mine. I felt my ears heat up and smoke coming out of them, but I paid no notice. The drink certainly deserved its reputation back in my world.

I looked towards my companion. He simply looked at me and then at the glass, as if no one had ever done so for him.

Heh, still a novice, eh?

"Why?" he asked in a raspy voice I knew about. The voice of someone who's been crying their eyes out for the best of a few nights.

I downed another round and simply responded "Hey, you seriously looked like you could use it, dunno what you went through, won't pry and simply give you something to help you cope."

"You don't know who I am?" he asked still in that disbelieving tone.

"I dunno, what you famous around here?" I asked while downing another shot, I think I might take some of this home.

"You seriously don't know? About the war? About me?" he still asked.

"I don't, and I don't care, I came here for a drink, I found you in need of a drink, I'm sharing a drink with you. That all for now." I simply stated.

"How could you not know?"

"I arrived here this morning from a country who's been having quite hard times, dude. I have seen shit that shouldn't be seen done by those that we trusted with our lives, so came here, I think an ocean is enough distance from that shithole." I ranted a bit.

And so he heard me, I think I saw him smile a bit in one of my recounts, but I simply kept offering him shots, which I noticed he'd drunk only thrice.

I looked at the time, it was well close to ten and the hotel I was staying in was about to close its doors.

"Hey, you have somewhere to stay?" the guy next to me asked.

"Kinda, a hotel, why?"

"You could come to my house, think, it's a bit old, but has enough rooms for a family"

"Thanks man, but I wouldn't want to impose…"

"Its not problem, I think, no one else is there…"

"You sure?"

"Oh, its fine."

"Wait, I simply can't believe o forgot something."

"What is it?"

"Names, dude, names. How uncourteous of me. My name is Edward Mathias Langley, former revolutionary, at your service"

"My name is Harry Potter. Sir"

…

…

…

It's been a year since that.

I moved with harry to his place in London.

I must say, it's rather homely, if glum.

I liked it.

We would go once in a while toward the pub, trading stories and discussing things while drunk that always managed to silence the pub an make them pay attention to us.

I reminded him often of things he forgot, I told him if he had any relative that left him something, I told him if had met any business partners that his parents had made alliances with…

And I met his 'dearest', awful girl that one, looks like a troll rammed its cub on her shitter and it's been rotting in there ever since. She has to be one of the most pretentious brats I had ever seen.

I must admit I once got confused for my friend, my glasses were not magical at the least, but the darkening in the sun function it had made them look awesome, especially around these idiots.

I got sometimes jeered at because there wasn't any 'Most Noble and Ancient House of Langley', but I simply had to disarm them with theories and knowledge, they left me alone once my friend came around.

It's weird. I can only refer to harry as my friend…

We often talked about nothing and everything, he told me about the upcoming wedding of his best friends, and I told him about my frankly dreadful love life. He laughed at some of the incidents, but he did really listen to some of the most somber ones.

We went towards the wedding, I simply tagged along and he vouched for me, I transfigured a tuxedo wandlessly.

Oh, didn't I tell anyone? I didn't have a wand and could use 'magic'.

But it's easy to picture in your mind the changes you want, isn't it? and then will the change in the atomic structures and then synchronize with the image of the making of the desired object you want, it was the same with conjuration, just change the atomic structure of the elements in the air and according to the composition of the desired object and its general shape, voila!, one object that wasn't there, and better? It'll be permanent.

I told him that and he simply stared at me blankly, until I flash forged an omniblade.

Yeah, I like Mass Effect, so what? The weapons were cool.

The blade burned a bit of my skin but it was nothing too dangerous for me until I stabbed into someone, and making the blade change into a riot shield or armor parts was even worth doing only for looking at Harry's dumbstruck expression.

He told me to never take on his female friend Hermione on a discussion.

Hah, as if I would back down on a challenge.

The wedding was... I dunno, I don't have any good memories of weddings.

Finding out your girlfriend is a cheat, your friend getting killed before you arrive, a shootout in the middle of the ceremony…a truck coming and collapsing a wall of the church on top of half the attendants…

I hope my luck on that has not followed me here…

Then I regretted my wonders.

Harry introduced me to his friends, Ron mostly ignored me, but Hermione and I began a quite engaging discussion on conjuration theory that seemed to irk her husband to be and made harry tremble with contained laugher.

Then shit went south.

In the middle of the vows, they appeared flinging AK's and Crucios everywhere.

Show time.

Long ingrained instincts took over, I saw that no one had any cover, but that was easily fixed. I transfigured the ground in front of the guests and turned it into granite while making it rise well above shoulder level.

Harry and co had pulled out their wands and began firing stunners and disarming spells, as did the majority of the people here.

It would not work.

In these cases…

Is best to remove the problem entirely.

I summoned a project I had been working on since I went to live at Grimmauld Place.

A purple object in my hand I simply aimed at the Death Eater Remnants and pulled the trigger.

"GUN!"

The Break Gunner fired its condensed energy bullets, years of practice against drug cartel commandos and enforcers made this easy. Break gunner in my left hand, an omniblade in the right arm along with transfigured armor to prevent the white hot blade from burning me.

No luck for the DE in the other side.

The Prana Bullets (I liked to call them that) ripped through shields and the flimsy robes, at high speeds, they simply went through the DE's like they were tissues. My omniblade left no wand arm untouched at I severed at elbow or shoulder levels, making sure to burn the tendons on the remaining bodies, so even if they managed to reattach the limb, it would be useless.

I ran, conjuring cover after cover, firing and slashing at the DE, their horror at looking at someone not hesitating to kill them was palpable, and made the AK's prepared for the other guests to be aimed at me.

I ignored that, as the DE in front of me tried to overpower a shield charm, I simply pressed the Destruction Muzzle on my Break Gunner.

"EXECUTION! FULL BREAK!"

"Eat this, you inbred shit!"

I rammed the knuckle like guard of the Break Gunner, crushing his shield and his lungs at the very least, the displaced air then caught up and split the certainly dead wanker in front.

More pops of apparition and AKs were flung at me.

I simply touched a button, and the purple gun/knuckle-duster hybrid changed color, from it deep purple and silver to a more shiny gold, red and silver.

I pressed the Destruction Muzzle once again, for longer this time.

"HENSHIN!"

Suspenseful jazz music filled everyone's ears as I released the Muzzle and pressed the trigger once more.

"LUPIN!"

A Jazz riff concluded my transformation.

"Kamen Rider Lupin has arrived!"

My suit, red with golden jeweled armor, my helmet with ruby eyes and a hat to top, my hands covered in golden gauntlets.

I simply received the AKs while returning fire, the Lupin Gunner spewing prana bullets everywhere a DE was. Shot were nothing short of lethal.

A DE thought it would be a good idea to try a Severing charm point blank, my omniblade popped his head with its heat.

That time I forget, I simply saw the crimson of my visor, the feeling of the heat from my blade and the comfortable recoil of my Lupin Gunner.

By the time I snapped out of it, I was holding a shitted DE that should be around 40 years old, his eyes wild as I held him by the throat with my gunner in Blade Mode next to his wide open eyes.

Screams filled the air around me, as I looked around to watch the carnage, around sixty people laid dead, dismembered and smoking from their wounds, and the familiar smell of charred flesh got to me even in my suit.

I dropped the last DE and stepped on his bit before knocking him out with my gunner to his temple.

I looked towards my improvised barricades, several sections were blown off, but mostly it held. I looked and couldn't see any corpses from Harry's side, but several had been injured or subjected to the torture curse.

I walked to a livid Harry Potter, next to a heavily crucioed Ronald Weasley and a Crying Hermione Granger, who despite that, looked at me with fierce yet terrified eyes, that even in that state, moved to shield her husband-to-be.

Harry snapped his wand to me as I dismissed my helmet, my armor remaining while at least a majority of the attendants aimed their wands at me.

"Peace, my friend, I shall not harm anyone of your people"

"But you killed them!"

"Indeed, and so would they have done to you, or at least the males at first before having their ways with the most attractive females and killing them or keeping them for posterior fun"

The people around me blanched, but one of them got some bravado and declared me a dark wizard and an accomplice to the Death eaters rotting in the sun.

"I have, and never will be a dark wizard, I value life as much as any of you do, but it's because I values life that I know when to take it. One to save ten, ten to save a hundred, a hundred to save a thousand… thousands to save millions. That is the truth of the world, and if you cannot accept it… then it's no wonder your kind will die in the next decades…"

I walked towards the edge of the wards before I turned towards harry once more.

"I'll get my stuff out… thanks for your hospitality, my friend…"

And so, I went to vacate my latest home.