Harry Potter in the 32nd century
Prologue It was said that there was only one person who Voldermort was afraid of, and that was Professor Albus Dumbledore. Of course, he was now dead, but there was one other who was powerful enough to take down such a monstrous force as he. That person was none other that Harry Potter himself. Harry Potter was now what you would call a relic of some bygone age. It was said that aeons ago, Harry Potter had be frozen because he had suffered mortal wounds at the hands of Voldermort once, but had managed to do the exact same thing to him which had happened when he tried to murder him as a baby. Now a spirit again, Voldermort now would transverse the wastelands of what had been Earth, it the search for a new body to claim as his own. Harry Potter, now stored in a cryogenic storage facility under heavy guard on Europa, one of the moons of Jupiter, he was kept in quiet stasis until the day arrived when Voldermort would once again regain his old body and old powers, and would try to infatuate the universe with his rule and his evil.
Now of course, he had a far less likely chance of finding a suitable body for possession, as there was nothing left alive on the planet after the meteor had hit it 200 years ago. This seemed to be the safest place to keep such an undying evil at bay, and hopefully he would never again be able to leave the place because their was no method of transport for him to take, and they didn't believe at that time that astral projections could transverse space. The years passed, and all was forgotten. Until one day.
Chapter 1.
Harry Potter awoke much like ordinary, but for a while he thought he was back at the house he lived in at Pivot Drive. It took him a minute or two to realise that he was in a place far, far different. Nothing he saw around him was even the remotest bit familiar to him, and he felt incredibly disconcerted. He had no idea where he was at all. In fact, he didn't have memory of anything much. He remembered Quiddich, Hogwarts, his friends Ron and Hermione, the groundskeeper Hagrid and the headmaster, professor Albus Dumbledore. He remembered the spells he had learned, his enemies, which seemed to grow bigger by the year, and what he was going to do now that he had finally finished with school and had to pick what career in magic he now wanted to undertake. Apart from that, everything else had been obliterated from his memory. He looked around the room, which he was in. It was a plain white room with plain walls. It had one window on his right- hand side next to the door. Outside he could see what appeared to be a lush green meadow. It looks picturesque. He had never in his life seen a place so perfect, so lush. He felt an overwhelming desire to get out of the bed he was in and walk in the soft green grass of that area. He could hear birds singing and calling, and this only heightened his image of the place. When he did finally get up, he realised that he wasn't wearing his glasses. Yet, amazingly, and not a little scarily, he realised he could see perfectly! This one the first clue he got, to realising that not all was as it seemed to him. He pinched himself to make sure it wasn't a dream. Finding this hurt but still not being satisfied, he rolled out of bed and landed face first on the floor. This hurt a jolly good deal, and so he realised he must be wide-awake. Once his brain had started to run into gear again, he decided that this must be some kind of new spell which had corrected his eyesight, though he didn't know how new spells where created, or why it hadn't been used before if it was not. When he looked at himself, he saw that he was wearing hospital pyjamas of the exact same colour of the walls around him. The place looked so uniform in it's appearance that it made him even more unsettled.
Prologue It was said that there was only one person who Voldermort was afraid of, and that was Professor Albus Dumbledore. Of course, he was now dead, but there was one other who was powerful enough to take down such a monstrous force as he. That person was none other that Harry Potter himself. Harry Potter was now what you would call a relic of some bygone age. It was said that aeons ago, Harry Potter had be frozen because he had suffered mortal wounds at the hands of Voldermort once, but had managed to do the exact same thing to him which had happened when he tried to murder him as a baby. Now a spirit again, Voldermort now would transverse the wastelands of what had been Earth, it the search for a new body to claim as his own. Harry Potter, now stored in a cryogenic storage facility under heavy guard on Europa, one of the moons of Jupiter, he was kept in quiet stasis until the day arrived when Voldermort would once again regain his old body and old powers, and would try to infatuate the universe with his rule and his evil.
Now of course, he had a far less likely chance of finding a suitable body for possession, as there was nothing left alive on the planet after the meteor had hit it 200 years ago. This seemed to be the safest place to keep such an undying evil at bay, and hopefully he would never again be able to leave the place because their was no method of transport for him to take, and they didn't believe at that time that astral projections could transverse space. The years passed, and all was forgotten. Until one day.
Chapter 1.
Harry Potter awoke much like ordinary, but for a while he thought he was back at the house he lived in at Pivot Drive. It took him a minute or two to realise that he was in a place far, far different. Nothing he saw around him was even the remotest bit familiar to him, and he felt incredibly disconcerted. He had no idea where he was at all. In fact, he didn't have memory of anything much. He remembered Quiddich, Hogwarts, his friends Ron and Hermione, the groundskeeper Hagrid and the headmaster, professor Albus Dumbledore. He remembered the spells he had learned, his enemies, which seemed to grow bigger by the year, and what he was going to do now that he had finally finished with school and had to pick what career in magic he now wanted to undertake. Apart from that, everything else had been obliterated from his memory. He looked around the room, which he was in. It was a plain white room with plain walls. It had one window on his right- hand side next to the door. Outside he could see what appeared to be a lush green meadow. It looks picturesque. He had never in his life seen a place so perfect, so lush. He felt an overwhelming desire to get out of the bed he was in and walk in the soft green grass of that area. He could hear birds singing and calling, and this only heightened his image of the place. When he did finally get up, he realised that he wasn't wearing his glasses. Yet, amazingly, and not a little scarily, he realised he could see perfectly! This one the first clue he got, to realising that not all was as it seemed to him. He pinched himself to make sure it wasn't a dream. Finding this hurt but still not being satisfied, he rolled out of bed and landed face first on the floor. This hurt a jolly good deal, and so he realised he must be wide-awake. Once his brain had started to run into gear again, he decided that this must be some kind of new spell which had corrected his eyesight, though he didn't know how new spells where created, or why it hadn't been used before if it was not. When he looked at himself, he saw that he was wearing hospital pyjamas of the exact same colour of the walls around him. The place looked so uniform in it's appearance that it made him even more unsettled.