A/N: Hey guys! So this idea was LIGHTLY taken from the old DC Comic: Crisis on Infinite Earths/Infinite Crisis! I've thrown an O/C into the mix, and things will be explained further as the story progresses! Enjoy!

Infinite Crisis

Chapter 1: Dimensional Rip

The halls of Hogwarts were quiet as the welcome back ceremonies came to a close. Albus Dumbledore sat in his office, going through documents at his desk. The Tri-Wizard tournament would begin soon, and his plan for Harry Potter would soon take the next step: Voldemort would return, he and Harry would face each other, and Dumbledore could use this as a way to rally the wizarding world against the dark. Harry would slowly be molded into the next guardian of light that Dumbledore desired, and with some luck, he would have a few years of retirement before the next great adventure.

As Dumbledore began to chuckle to himself about how easy his plan had been, a sound like a cannon burst from the skies above the Forbidden Forest, and a ripple went through the air. A ball of fire, burning bright red descended rapidly, crashing down onto the grounds in a trench of flame.

Conjuring a patronus, Dumbledore sent word to the teachers to meet him by the anomaly. "Fawkes, to the grounds my old friend." Fawkes nodded, flying from his perch onto Dumbledore's shoulder, flaming them both to the grounds. Dumbledore looked on in shock at what he saw, eyes widening at the sight.

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A young man awoke the next morning, hood still concealing his face. His eyes blinked slowly, emerald orbs taking in the room he was in. He was bound to a bed, and his staff was missing. "What? Where am...how did I...?" He stammered, struggling against his bonds before taking a breath. "Idiot." He clenched his fists, then opened them swiftly, sending out a wave of magic unlocking his bonds.

"Ah, it seems our guest has awoken. I believe you have some explaining to do, young man. How did you get onto the grounds of Hogwarts?! Who are you?! Who sent you?!" A gruff man demanded as he walked forward, magical blue eye locked onto the boy. "Well boy?!"

"Alastor, calm yourself. Give the boy a chance to answer. Young man, why are you here?" Dumbledore asked, eyes twinkling at the boy.

Feeling a presence at the front of his mind, the boy denied entrance and chose to speak freely. "In the order that you asked: I don't know how I got here, the last thing I remember was fighting an enemy of my own. My name is Gabriel Quinn, and no one sent me! Like I said, one minute I'm engaged in combat against the Witch Doctor, and them BAM, I'm here." Gabriel removed his hood, revealing his face. His eyes twinkled green, and his hair was auburn, messy from battle.

"A likely story, Albus. Probably an agent of a dark wizard, sent here to kill Potter, just like the past three years." Moody had his wand drawn, ready to strike.

"Alastor he is but a boy, no older than fifteen years of age. Even Voldemort couldn't have done that much harm at his age." Albus studied the boy. While he looked young, his abilities were clearly advanced, even without a wand. To have mastered occlumency at that age...he would have Moody keep a close eye on the boy, but keep him at Hogwarts in the event that he could be used. "Well, Gabriel, you'll surely need a place to stay while you figure out what happened. Hogwarts is just about to begin a new term, and it seems you'd fit in quite well here, with your talent." Albus' eyes twinkled, his new plan forming. "I'll have you sorted within the hour, and you'll be off to classes."

Gabriel looked dumbfounded, listening to Dumbledore's words. Hogwarts was just a story, right? It was in a book, just a story, wasn't it? "Sir, with all do respect, wait, fifteen?" Gabriel looked himself up and down, spinning around. "Not again! No! Not pUberty again!" His voice cracked when he said puberty, going red in the face.

Dumbledore ignored the boy's nonsense, waving his wand and summoning the sorting hat. "Ah yes, here we are. My friend, we have a new student who was late to the sorting. Would you mind placing him for us, so that we may send him on his way?" Dumbledore questioned the hat.

"Ah yes, always the late ones. Come on boy, place me on your head, I'd like to get back to sleep."

Gabriel nodded, taking the hat and placing it over his auburn hair, instantly hearing a voice inside his head.

"Ahhhh, you're not from here are you, boy? Not from here at all it seems. Bit old to be sorted for Hogwarts at twenty-one. But that's all up here, isn't it? Outside you're just a boy again, though fit. Alas, Dumbledore's orders, but where to put you? Smart enough for Ravenclaw, loyal enough to be a Hufflepuff. You've got the cunning to be a Slytherin, but I think I know exactly where we need you. Can't let Dumbledore have his way every time. Good luck, Mr. Quinn."

"Better be, Gryffindor! There we are, Dumbledore, now may I please go back to sleep?" The hat yawned, before popping back to Dumbledore's office.

"Ah, Gryffindor it seems. An excellent choice in placement. Now, you'll need to borrow supplies for the first few days until we can get your own to you, though we found your wand by your body last night." Dumbledore reached into his robes, pulling out what looked like a miniature shillelagh, black in color with an odd handle at the end.

Gabriel looked on, reaching out for his 'wand'. "Well wherever I am, looks like the spear changed itself to fit this world. I may not need it, but it's a family heirloom, and too powerful to let him keep it." He took the 'wand' from Dumbledore. "Thank you sir. So where exactly do I go? Not that I agree that I need schooling, but if you insist." "I'll play his game, for now. That hat seemed to know something about some sort of plan, and if it's bad, I'll stop it."

Dumbledore couldn't help but grin, eyes ever twinkling. "Wonderful to hear, my boy! We'll send you down to the dungeons for Potions, and from there, follow your fellow Gryffindors to the remaining classes of the day! Professor Moody will guide you to the dungeons. Farewell for now Mr. Quinn, I'll have things set up for you in Gryffindor tower by the end of the day."

Moody let out a gruff, before looking at the boy. "Well boy, you can't go running around the school in your...whatever that is. Get changed and make it quick! I've got a class of my own to teach, and can't be waiting around for you all day!"

Gabriel nodded, changing out of his uniform. He unclasped his tunic, leaving only a white t-shirt, tight from training. He used magic to unshrink his jeans from a pocket inside his boots, putting them on as well, and then changing his boots from red to black combat boots. To keep appearances, he waved his 'wand', shrinking his Cardinal uniform and placing it in his pocket. "I'm going to stick out a bit, aren't I?"

"Son, you're going to look like an honest Yank in that getup. Come on." Moody said before leading the way to the dungeons.