[Mars, October 30, 2001, Harry Potter POV]
"My Lord, we are nearing the city."
"Tell the Elders that I am close but not to start the meeting until I get there." Harry ordered the Martian at the controls of the swift transport tripod (STT), given that the Elders had no respect for anyone but him, it was noticeable that they would wait for him to arrive before starting the meeting.
15 years earlier, Harry had been left in the remains of his relative's house and was found by one of the Martian scientist's, who was female, given that the only way to distinguish male from female was the voices. She took him on a transport back to Mars and she raised him as her own, his blood made many medical breakthroughs for the Martians, it allowed the female population to have the upper body of a human female but the legs were the tentacles, male Martians got stronger and had more deadly grips.
But, from what Harry had learned, the invasion of Earth had failed because of bacteria. He had saved the Martians on Mars because there was an outbreak of the same bacterial creatures when one of the surviving Martians from the invasion had returned and was contaminated.
At 13, Harry became the lead Weapons and Tripod expert, making tripods that had shields and looked more aquatic in nature. He named them Front Line Assaulter Tripods (FLAT) and also created the Goliath Raven Tripod (GRT), the purple head of this tripod had several horns and two heavy class heat rays, six tentacles and three legs that ended in red curved 'claws'.
Harry also made an AI class of tripods, calling the first of this class Hounders. The speedy devils could raise themselves to tower over a human and 'crouch' so they could attack and capture enemies quickly. Each Hounder was equipped with three organic tentacles, a light heat ray housed in its armored head and easy to deploy, the Hounders were the deadliest of the AI Tripod class.
His green orbs glowed in the darkness of the STT, watching as his transport drew closer to the emerald alien green city of the Martians, the city that the Elders convened at. He saw the cylinder launcher not too far off in the distance; ten GRT's and two FLAT's guarded it as several different classes of Handling Machines rebuilt the cannon.
(Elder Chambers)
Harry stood silent in the Elder Chambers, the council were executing a radical Martian via telepathy, the cries of the dying martian went unheard as it's purple red blood spilled all over the metal floor.
"The age of disillusionment and decay is over; I have never before witnessed a mass telepathic execution before but the remnants of our society have displayed their displeasure with the senior elder and have terminated his appointment in the harshest manor. The gravity of our situation is extreme." The youngest of the Council Elder began, pointing one tentacle at the corpse of the 'Senior Elder' on the ground.
"Mars is barely able to maintain life, our continuous efforts to maintain the biosphere is exhausted to the extreme, the water tables and temperature decrease annually as does our population…" The next Martian elder spoke.
Harry spoke up at this point. "Elder, the water tables are no more a problem than is our food supply, but Mars will not be able to support us indefinitely if we keep degrading ourselves in this manor!"
The Third Elder spoke up "I agree with Hadrian, Mars will not survive if we continue our efforts in such a manor. But, I think it is time we restarted our plan for the conquest and occupation of Earth, our young sunward neighbor."
"The largescale hydrogen accelerator is beginning refitted and modified as we speak, three more of them will be built to send more troops in a matter of hours instead of days." The Fourth Elder added, a screen came to live, showing the hydrogen accelerator that Harry had seen as he entered the city.
"The only problem is of course the humans…" The Fifth Elder began, but he was interrupted by Harry.
"The humans at you speak off are not to be underestimated like the first invasion, we will need to hit somewhere else for the attack to begin."
"Where would the attack forces need to be if this was to be successful?" Elder number six asked curiously, his large insect like eyes staring at Harry.
"The attacking forces should start here," Harry used his own powerful telepathy to change the screen to a map of Scotland before continuing "The Highlands of Scotland, near this loch, will provide our forces significant cover and supplies to build the Fighting Machines needed for a large scale assault."
"But, our forces will need to have the landing zone secured." Harry explained as the Elders were listening intently. "If we use our transporter and strategically place a minimum of four FLAT's under the surface, they can secure the landing zone and start on our production of blood."
The Elders looked at one another before the First said "Hadrian, you will be the forerunner of our second invasion. You will command our forces in this conquest and under your leadership, Earth will belong to us."
"Thank you Elders, I'll prepare my personal FLAT for transport." Harry then raised his fist at a slant and cried "ULLA!"
"UUUUULLLLLLLAAAAA!" The Council returned the call.
[Earth, Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office, September 1, 2001, Albus Dumbledore's POV]
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore watched the night sky, noticing that Mars was very noticeable in the night sky. His hands lay in his lap; once in a while he would grab a lemon drop from its candy bowl on his desk. The old wizard had seen this odd phenomenon 15 years previously; Mars had been as close to Earth as it had been now, when the invasion happened.
The year was 1986 and Britain was under attack from an alien force that had come from Mars, Men, women and children had been killed in the onslaught, only for the attackers to die from bacteria, invisible, minuet bacteria.
Of course, the invaders had destroyed Surry and the house that Harry Potter had lived in; Number Four had been crushed by what the muggle had called a 'Fighting Machine'. By the time he had arrived, Harry's magic signature was gone, meaning he was either dead or taken and hidden by some very powerful magic.
Now, 15 years later, Dumbledore was still wandering where Harry was. Last year, when the TriWizard Tournament had been restarted, Harry's name had reappeared but by some twist of fate, Harry's contract to the goblet was non-binding, this made Harry's younger brother, Marcus, shocked that he had a brother in the first place.
Harry's parents, Lily and James, had both been notified at once and Albus, against his will, had to tell them about sending the boy to Lily's relatives. It had seemed like a good plan back then; keep him away from the fame and glory that would have turned Harry into a pompous and arrogant brat. That was until the invasion and now the Potters were not listening to him anymore.
Getting up from his chair, Albus made his way towards his bedroom. He never noticed the massive green flash that had appeared on the red planet's surface for only a moment before disappearing. If he had then he would have seen the start of a new invasion, the invasion lead by the Boy-Who-Lived.
[Hogwarts, September 2, 2001, Marcus's POV]
Marcus Perseus Potter, son of Lily and James and younger brother of Harry James Potter, entered the Great Hall, his mind filled with images of his older brother talking to squid creature and a green light that made his skin erupt in goosebumps. Being the brother of the supposedly late Boy-Who-Lived was hard but now these images were filling his dreams at night.
"Marcus, hey, mate!"
Marcus looked up and saw his friends, Ginny Weasley and Kris Wayne waving him over. Making his way over to them, Marcus sat down and started getting his breakfast on his plate.
Kris gave Marcus a worried look "Hey, Marcus? Are you alright, you look pale and somewhat sick…"
"I'm fine, just didn't get enough sleep because of my dreams last night." Marcus replied, waving his friends' concern off.
Then Ginny spoke up, looking at the see through roof of the school. "Why are there clouds in the sky? It's not going to rain is it?"
Looking up, Marcus also noticed the clouds. They were moving quickly over to the forbidden forest, growing darker as they moved.
"I don't know, let's go check it out." Kris said before getting up and making his way out of the Great Hall, Marcus and Ginny on his heels.
[Outskirts of the Forbidden Forest, Hogwarts, No POV]
Students and Teachers alike watched as the strange formation that the clouds were making get darker, making a spinning cylindrical hole in the center of the formation. There were no winds that could be doing this, then the robes of onlookers started flapping in a sudden burst of winds, all of them were being pulled towards the odd cloud formation.
Then is stopped, it was silent.
Lightning struck a good ten to fifteen feet from where the onlookers were watching, right smack dab in the forbidden forest. Students cried out, several covered their ears for the earsplitting thunder.
The thunder never came.
The Lightning struck the same spot again and again and after the twentieth bolt of plasma connected with the earth, it stopped. Nothing moved, not a sound was heard. A teacher, two head girls and two seventh year boys made their way to the spot where the lightning had struck.
One of the seventh years touched the ground at the center of the strike zone and pulled his hand away in shock. The ground was cold, as though it was frozen!
Suddenly, the ground heaved violently, cracks formed and trees started falling. The group escaped and made it back to the safety of the school grounds. The miniature earthquake stopped and the onlookers waited for something to happen.
A metal object rose from the earth, moving over the trees and came down; three finger-like projections formed and made a 'foot'. Then a second metal 'leg' appear and the finger-like projections landed on the ground, the crowd was startled and moved back as something in the ground started lifting itself up.
Towering over the forest, even taller than the highest tower on the ancient school, the machine looked at the crowd of people below. Then a horn blared from it, startling most of the crowd before the sound ended with the three legged oddity expelling black smoke from the sides of its head.
[Hogwarts, Harry's POV]
Harry sat in the commander's chair, watching the screen scan and shows the results. His personal creation, Harry activated his FLAT's weapon systems. The heat ray control sticks floated before him, magnetically powered so that he could move each heat ray like he would his arms. He smirked before pressing down on the red button.
The heat ray's activated, turning human flesh into dust and leaving the clothing behind. Moving his heat ray beams through the crowd, he mentally commanded his Tripod to start moving. The machine moved, moving its first leg forward and then continued to walk, the heat rays cutting down students and adults alike.
The shields flared as energy hit it, beams of red and orange doing nothing to his vehicle as he activated the beacon to tell the rest of the FLAT's to begin transporting and securing the location for the first cylinder.
"I'll handle the brunt of the attack; start capturing the survivors." Harry ordered as the next FLAT to activate rose up from the earth.
"Complying" Was the reply; the FLAT quickly maneuvered itself so that it could capture the humans with ease.
This was only the beginning, the world will belong to the Martians, Harry vowed to himself as he destroyed a tower with his heat ray, the stone braking and falling as it tumbled the earth.
[Hogwarts, Marcus POV]
After watching Professor Burbage turn into dust, Marcus grabbed Kris's and Ginny's shoulders as he ran back inside Hogwarts. The screams echoed as the three ran, the sound of the beam growing louder and louder.
"We need to floo my parents!" Marcus gasped, skidding to a stop. Kris and Ginny only wheezed and gasped from running.
"ULLA!"
The three friends froze, that cry didn't sound too far away. Marcus then started running as fast as he could to Gryffindor tower, he had some floo powder in his suitcase. Whatever was following them was still on their tail so Marcus had to get to the tower as fast as he could.
They made it in less than ten minutes, Marcus shout the password and jumped through the portrait hole, followed by Ginny and Kris. The painting of the Fat Lady swung close and Marcus heard a muffled thud before the alien sound came again.
"ULLA!"
Rushing up to the boy's dorm, Marcus opened and searched through his suitcase, tossing cloths and robe aside until he found the sealed container that had all of the floo powder in it.
Rushing back to the common room, he opened the container and threw a pinch of the grey powder into the fireplace, shouting "Potter Manor!"
"Mum! Dad! I need to get through, please!" Marcus shouted as he heard the sound of humming and the smell of burning paint.
"Marcus, you can get through you know!" James said before he heard the sound as well. "What is-"
The portrait of the Fat Lady now had a 2/3rds of it burned off, showing the metal head of the thing that was trying to get to Marcus, Ginny and Kris.
"Now, jump through NOW!" James roared, Ginny was first, diving headlong into the emerald fire and vanished.
Kris followed; Marcus had his wand out and aimed at the metal creature. The thing finally tore the painting away and speed towards him when he bellowed "REDUCTO!"
The thing flew into the wall as the red spell connected, making an unearthly squawk as it crashed. Marcus quickly turned and jumped through the emerald green flames, landing on the other side as his father put out the flames, cutting the connection.
[Hogwarts, Harry's POV]
With the location secure, Harry got out of his 'Fighting Machine' and headed towards the make shift prison. Squads of Hounders were rounding up anyone that had run back into the castle, about 35% were blasted into oblivion and the rest would either be turned into food or be sent back to Mars for…other investments.
Dressed in a battle worn combat vest and heat resistant pants, dark grey boots and martian leather gloves, he made well known Earth Generals, like General Douglas McArthur look like a normal civilian. A heat-pistol was at his hip if he was on the ground and got into some trouble.
Upon reaching the prison, Harry noticed that two of the metal devils were dragging a teenager towards him, having just caught her. Raising his eyebrow, Harry stopped them and studied the girl. She had bushy brown hair, brown eyes and was struggling her hardest to get free.
"What is your name?" He asked, making the young woman look at him in surprise. "Well? What is your name?!"
"Hermione G-g-granger" Hermione stuttered, her eyes showed fear, good that was the point.
"Hmm, take her to my personal machine and remove anything that could be used as a weapon, including sticks." Harry ordered the Hounders; they nodded and headed to his FLAT.
Watching them leave, Harry turned and headed towards the castle. The Hounders had shown him images of a stone creature guarding something and their heat rays couldn't destroy it. He headed to that very same spot; it wasn't far from the entrance. He stood in front of the statue, looking at it before placing his hand on its head. Using his powers, Harry felt the connection and crush it and the statue, the wall crumbling as whatever held it together was destroyed.
Walking up the golden stairs, Harry found himself at a door before opening it. Inside was an office that had objects whirling, puffing and doing all sorts of things. Harry stopped when he heard "Welcome back to Earth, Harry."
Looking around, Harry saw an old man with a beard that reached in belt. His sense of fashion was hideous, how could someone wear that as if it was an ordinary thing?!
"Have we met before?" Harry asked, his hand slowly reaching for his heat pistol. This old man was too creepy for his liking.
"Years ago, we did, but now I see that many changes have occurred. But, this must happen for the 'Greater Good', forgive me." The old man raised a piece of wood and started to say "Obliv-"
The old man dropped to the floor, dead. Harry's heat pistol was in his hand and aimed at where the old fool's head used to be. He had been told that his reaction speed was mindboggling to the extreme; he outdrew the fastest of the armed STT's, whose heat ray took 0.000001 of a second to aim and fire.
"I think not, old man. You have lived long enough and trying to stop me and my people will be useless in the end." Harry said as he holstered his heat pistol and picked up the stick, barely noticing the power that surged through him as he heard the song of a bird.
The bird looked like it was on fire, but that was just the feathers. The song was heartwarming but somehow, hurtful. The bird looked at him as though it expected him to run from the office screaming.
"Nice song, fire bird, but I'm not going to run from my people that need me." Harry said before turning and walking out of the office, stopping when the bird landed on his shoulder and nuzzles his hair.
He only smiled before continuing to walk out of the castle; he had a world to conquer.
Martian Machines:
FLAT- Tripod from the War of the Worlds 2005 film by Steven Spielberg
GRT- 2nd Martian Tripod from the War of the Worlds: Goliath film
STT- Tripod from the Martian intro in Jeff Wayne's War of the Worlds 1998 Pc Game
Hounder- small Tripod from The Great Martian War film
Any other Martian machines belong to their respective owners and creators. I only own the plot of this story and nothing else.