Prologue

Hello Everyone! Welcome to the story "Total Recall"! The inspiration for this story came from the movie Total Recall with some Star Wars influence thrown in as well as my own thoughts and ideas! I hope you enjoy! (If this story sounds exactly like another one that is called Total Recall written by 0verwatch… that's me; 0verwatch was my old account.)

P.S. This first post includes the prologue and the first chapter so my Author's note will be at the end of the first chapter.

Disclaimer 1: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K Rowling does. I wish I did…. Sooooo badly!

Disclaimer 2: I do not own Star Wars or Lucas Films, hey I guess technically it is now Disney… so yeah; I don't own Disney.

Disclaimer 3: I guess while I'm at it I should say I don't own the rights to the movie Total Recall either.

Just thought I'd tell you, everything is up to canon til this point. :)

Summary: The year is 3015. The times: Dark. In a time where magic has blended with technology and muggles and wizards alike live in relative harmony on several different worlds; a war between the Light and the Dark still wages on. When a crucial rescue mission stumbles upon James, an orphaned boy with unusually powerful magic, the Light dares to hope. But to be a hero, James must first uncover the shadows in his past before he can aid the future.

Harry Potter walked slowly through the trees of the Forbidden forest. His breath came out in small clouds due to the chilly air as he slowly exhaled. His pace slowed as he let his thoughts overtake him, knowing that each one was closer to his last. This was the end of the long journey he had started as a boy entering Diagon Alley. Harry shook his head and corrected himself; no it had begun when he was an infant; ever since Voldemort had made the decision to attack his family.

That thought caused faces of his family to pass through his mind. James, Lilly; his parents. Sirius, Remus; his unofficial Uncles. Friends started appear in his mind: Hermione, Ron, Neville, Luna, so many more, and Ginny. Harry squeezed his eyes shut as he thought of his girlfriend. One year was all he had had with her. One year. He slowly inhaled, imagining the smell of her perfume as he walked. Nope, he was sure of it, the forest's smells had nothing on her.

Glancing up Harry noticed a flickering light up ahead and squared his shoulders. His time was up. This was it. He had been preparing for this moment unconsciously throughout his entire life. The long search for the horcruxes would end tonight. The five artifacts had been destroyed: the diary, the ring, the diadem, the locket, and the cup. The final two horcruxes were himself and the snake. Harry grit his teeth and unconsciously checked to make sure the second wand he had was hidden up his sleeve. He would get rid of Nagini tonight and, with Voldemort killing him, all of the monster's tethers to immortality would be gone; and he would be dead.

Harry paused just before he reached the flickering lights. Was he afraid of Death? He shook his head slowly, no, he wasn't. His family awaited him beyond the veil along with his greatest adventure. He stepped into the clearing head held high; prepared to face the throng of Death Eaters. He stopped as his eyes came upon the sight in the rather large clearing.

The flickering lights emanated from several magical fires that had been conjured among neat rows of tents. Figures were moving along in marching patterns along his vision and, as he looked closer, appeared to be muggles. Confused he took a closer step to a group marching past and realized the figures were actually wizards, due to the wand holsters he could see, but were wearing what he recognized as muggle body armor. Harry shook his head in disbelief, why would wizards, pure blood supremacists wear muggle armor? To his further dismay it looked like there were at least two hundred figures in the clearing, easily enough to wipe out the remaining Hogwarts defenders.

"Halt intruder! Hands in the air! Reach for anything and we'll attack!"

Harry froze as two of the soldiers strode towards him carefully, apparently sentries. As they drew closer he realized to even more astonishment that the body armor they had on had runes etched into them. He was able to pick out a few runes and recognized them as ones symbolizing protection.

"You're not one of us." One of them stated as they drew closer, their wands out; prepared to attack him.

Harry tensed and was about to reply when a young girl's voice rang out. "Stop! He's expected by the Dark Lord."

The pair stopped advancing and looked back at a short figure approaching them from a tent.

"Milady." One of them intoned respectfully, "Are you sure?"

The girl, or Milady as they had called her, came closer and, unlike the sentries, she had on a mask that obscured her entire face as well as a cloak that covered her.

"Yes." She looked at Harry, "You are Harry Potter? Correct?"

Harry nodded, confused as to why the sentries weren't having a bigger reaction over him.

One of the sentries held out his hand, "Your wand."

Harry nodded slowly and gave him his wand, keeping his face neutral as he prayed they wouldn't search him.

"I'll take him from here." Milady said.

Harry tilted his head, wondering why a girl, probably younger than him, was being trusted to take him to Voldemort. The sentries nodded and handed her his wand before she started to walk slowly through the crowded clearing. Harry was pushed from behind by one of the guards and he rushed to catch up. Milady didn't say anything as they weaved their way around tents and marching wizards.

Few wizards paid him any attention as they passed through which made Harry even more confused. Where were the jeers and the yells? The catcalls and the cursing? Harry sped up to catch up to Milady's side; who turned out to be a head shorter than him. Harry froze as they neared the far edge of the clearing. To his right a group of around 20 masked Death Eaters had been tied up were currently under the watchful eye of a few armored guards.

Before he could voice the obvious question Milady quickly pushed him into the forest and put her wand to his back.

"Keep walking." She hissed.

Harry stopped, but continued on as she sent a jolt at him through his wand. She guided him onto a path and continued to prod him as they walked.

"What's going on?" Harry demanded.

"The Dark Lord is waiting for you." Milady informed him matter-of-factly. "Now be quiet or I'll hex you, again."

Harry raised his eyes at the small whine that nearly escaped at her last sentence. He gripped his hidden wand, he could take Milady, after all, she couldn't be older than 12. He had just resolved himself to attacking the young child-death-eater when the pair came up to a smaller clearing.

Milady stopped him and roughly handed him his wand back before pushing him roughly into the clearing. Harry looked around cautiously, surprised that he had been given his wand back, when he saw a cloaked man standing with his back to him in the middle of the clearing; Voldemort. Harry pursed his lips and stood up straighter and waited for the cold voice to speak.

Nothing happened.

After a minute Harry uncomfortably cleared his throat but Voldemort failed to speak and kept his hands clasped behind his back. Harry slowly walked over and around the figure and couldn't help but gasp in horror at what he found. The figure was Voldemort but it looked like he had been burned horribly. His entire right side of the face was blackened but worse, was the red serpentine eyes; they still were darting to and fro looking at the forest. They widened slightly when they came to rest on Harry.

"Harry Potter. Such an enigma. Such power for a young wizard. So much lost potential." Voldemort's cold voice wheezed out; his mouth barely being able to move. Harry noticed his eyes and drew his wand, maybe it was a trap? No one could've frozen the Dark Lord in place.

"Oh do be quiet Tommy. The poor boy just walked a mile to give you his life for you to destroy one of your horcruxes only to be confused at the army he finds instead of the fifty or so Death Eaters you had along with your Dark allies he was expecting." A jovial voice said from behind him. "I mean honestly, no need to confuse him. Don't you remember? He just came from a battle. That's pretty confusing as it is."

Harry whirled around as a tall man stepped out of the shadows of the trees. This man was dressed in the same body armor of the men in the clearing except his armor was a dark red instead of black. He studied Harry appraisingly before whispering to him loudly, "I've always wanted to call him Tommy."

Harry's eyes widened as the meaning of the man's word's finally registered in his head. This man knew about the horcruxes! He instinctively reached for his wand only to stop in confusion, the man had just made fun of the Dark Lord with no fear of repercussion. Was he the one responsible for capturing Voldemort?

The tall man looked directly at Harry with light blue eyes and grinned apologetically. He ran a hand through his brown hair before speaking, "If I were you I'd be confused to."

Harry thought of apparating back to the castle, and spun on his heel only to almost fall over.

The man's voice came again, "Sorry but I set up wards as a precaution. We can't have you escape now can we."

Harry drew his wand out and pointed it at the man, "Who are you? What's happening? Why is all this-" he pointed at Voldemort and gestured back toward the large clearing, "Happening?" he nearly shouted as he took a dueling stance.

The man stared at Harry for a few seconds before blinking rapidly as a large grin spread across his face. "I am the capturer of Voldemort! Well technically the recapturer of Voldemort, since I had to kidnap him to Imperius him in the first place." The man mused. He continued, "But where are my manners? It is a pleasure to finally meet you Harry Potter. My name is Thomas. Thomas Grindelwald."

Harry's mouth nearly dropped open at what he was told before he was able to control himself. Voldemort had been imperiused? He racked his mind and then blurted out the first thing that came to his mind.

"I thought your name was Gellert?"

Thomas laughed loudly. "Ah yes. Gellert would be-"

"Me." An older sounding voice interjected from behind him.

"-my father."

Harry jumped again as he turned to face the voice behind him. Unlike Thomas, his apparent son, Gellert Grindelwald was wearing a black muggle suit; complete with a black button up shirt.

"Hello Harry Potter." The slightly grey-haired man said politely. "It is an honor to meet you."

Harry just stared dumbfounded as Thomas Grindelwald walked from behind him and stood beside his father with a wide smile.

"I-I-I-I-I-I-I don't understand." Harry stuttered, his head suddenly hurt.

Gellert clasped his arms behind his back and widened his stance. "My name is Gellert Grindelwald. I was the Dark Lord to come to power before the one you know as Lord Voldemort was born-"

"I-I-I-I-I-I-I- know who you are." Harry croaked. "Aren't y-y-y-y-y-you supposed to be dead? Why are you here?" Harry struggled to calm himself but his body started to hyperventilate. He was supposed to be dead by now. He should be hugging his parents and Sirius along with Remus.

Thomas suddenly rushed to him and handed him a vial, "Calming Draught." He explained.

Harry nodded dumbly and, just before he drank it, cast a quick detection spell over it. After all, these two men were apparently dark lords. He breathed in slowly as the potion took its effect. Thomas conjured a chair for him and gestured for him to sit. Harry sat down warily as the potion did its job. Gellert Grindelwald and Thomas Grindelwald both conjured a chair each which was followed by a wooden table as they sat down across from him.

"Are you okay lad?" Gellert asked.

Harry snorted, this was unbelievable. He was talking civilly to a man who was responsible for thousands of deaths and who had somehow captured Voldemort. Voldemort. Harry quickly glanced towards the frozen figure before only to find that it hadn't moved. He then looked at Gellert Grindelwald before speaking, "Explain." He added reluctantly, "Please."

The Dark Lord looked at him calculatingly before sighing. "After I was defeated by your Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore," he spat, "I spent a few years rethinking of what I had done and I realized that the Dark Magic I was using had corrupted me. It had destroyed the original goals I had and replaced them with its own plans of destruction. It twisted my mind and controlled my thoughts. Thankfully, in our final duel, Albus used powerful Light Magic which was enabled me to gain control from the Darkness. In jail I fathered my son, and together we were able to live peacefully hidden away in Germany."

"I never heard of your escape?" Harry asked.

The Dark Lord shrugged, "Albus must not have felt me a threat anymore. Eventually we heard of the terror of your Dark Lord Voldemort and we realized that this world needs guidance." Here Gellert started to become more passionate. "Without someone to lead, humanity will destroy each other. I already see it your Ministry of Magic. Your purebloods despise the muggleborn and the wizarding population has decreased by 20% in the last 40 years alone. I will be the leader the world needs, and lead them to the Greater Good!"

Harry calmly shook his head, "You can't take away peoples' freedom from them."

Thomas Grindelwald interrupted, "We are not taking their freedom. We are giving it to them!"

"Yes but whose freedom? Wizard's? What about the muggles?" Harry shot back.

Thomas's eyes grew angry for the first time they had met. "They will have their place in society!"

Harry stood up in anger now, "You can't ignore whole cultures of people!"

Thomas stood up quickly and knocked the table away, "Their ways of life will survive through their wizarding counterparts." He replied dismissively.

Out of anger Harry's hand shot a bolt of red light from his hand straight at the Dark Lord's son. A shield sprang up to block the curse which promptly exploded on impact and blew Thomas back. Harry was about to curse him again when suddenly he felt himself immobilized.

"Stop!" Gellert demanded. He raised his hand, halting his son in the middle of casting. He looked at Harry and his eyes softened. "Harry my boy, you have such power. To be able to cast wandless magic, even at your age, is an amazing feat! In time I can train you how to use it and you can join my family as we usher in a new era."

Gellert gestured and the girl, Milady, walked into the clearing. Although her mask was still on, her hood was down, revealing long brown hair.

"You are the heralded as the Chosen one in these dark times! You can help us bring order once more to the world!"

Harry spat on the ground, "I will not join you Grindelwald. You may have destroyed Voldemort and his horcruxes, but you are still dark!"

Grindelwald pursed his lips, "Join me Harry Potter, for the Greater Good."

Harry shook his head and quickly drew his hidden wand and then used both of his wands to cast a rod of fire at the Dark Lord. Eyes widening Grindelwald through up a shield only for the fire to pass through it. Just before it hit him he was pushed out of the way by the small figure standing beside him. The fire hit Grindelwald's daughter in her side and she fell to the ground in a scream of pain.

"Father!"

Harry's eyes widened and without thinking he threw his wands to the ground and ran to the girl. Crouching beside her he checked to see if she was okay when a fist hit the side of his face and sent him sprawling onto the ground. Harry looked up, his vision blurring, at the contorted angry face of Grindelwald. He slowly noticed his hearing seemed to be impaired as he realized Grindelwald's mouth was moving in the casting of a spell.

Shaking his head as his vision dimmed the last thing Harry James Potter saw was a bright green light.

The green mist raveled and un-raveled as it traveled through the air traveling on the wind currents. Suddenly it seemed to stop as it came across and odd shaped house with what looked like orange balloons surrounding it. It suddenly moved against the wind and floated its way to the walls of the house. Climbing up the sides it came across an open window at the top and slipped inside.

A silver-haired girl sat up in her bed and looked at the green mist coming in her bedroom. It slowly moved its way up the bed and to her outstretched hand.

"I've never seen your kind before? Are you a type of Wrackspurt? It's ok, I won't hurt you."

The mist crept up to her hand and then coiled around her fingers. Suddenly it tensed and shot into her arm. The room went entirely dark until an eerie green light seemed to emanate from Luna Lovegood. He mouth opened and her voice came out without the lilting sound it normally had.

"The Oracle speaks, and all should give heed.

The Chosen One has fallen,

The Prophecy invalid;

The Darkness has arisen.

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The one blessed be blessed by a phoenix, together with the cursed mortal;

A long path must walk.

Until the four Founders stand total.

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Ravenclaw will claim him as her own,

With Hufflepuff calling him brother;

as Slytherin, his heritage loans.

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Through Ravenclaw, innocence shall be condemned.

As Hufflepuff mourns, Slytherin shall corrupt.

Darkness shall prevail and the Light dim.

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Truth shall be clouded, a millennium will pass.

As knowledge is gained, Darkness's time will wane;

And the mind break as glass.

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The hero will return when Gryffindor is recalled,

And the Founders' monster arises.

Razing the 6 shades and befriending the seer,

Is the monster's call.

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With the emergence of hope,

Demons will come.

The angels shall see freedom and the caged familiar fly free;

As the Golden trio is cut down to one.

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But when all is said and done,

The boy will see death and know Hell's breath;

To smite the two-headed Cerberus and face his shadow.

And with a final breath, to the four founders sorrow, as one is laid to rest."

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Luna collapsed into her bed and closed her eyes. In her bedroom corner a magical recording device, made just for catching Wrackspurts in action, recorded the New Prophecy.