Wargames

Harry Potter/Star Trek Enterprise Fanfiction

Sometimes you just need a bit of time to find yourself. Harry, thrown into the future must find his way back to the past to defeat Voldemort. Part 1 of a series

Rating M

Pairing- Harry/ Hoshi

Main character- Harry

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry potter or any of the rights to the Harry Potter franchise, I am not making any money off of this fanfiction and am doing it purely for fun.

Chapter 1: A summer holiday of change.

'That Bastard' Harry thought as he stared out the side door of the Dursley's car, it was raining, it pounded on the windows echoing through the quietness of the car, they weren't happy to have Harry here and he wasn't happy to be here either.

Vernon would shift his glance into the mirror and glare at Harry before shifting his eyes back to looking out the window. His Aunt just sat there as still as a stone and Dudley was randomly talking about a boxing tournament he had won recently; no one was listening to him. No one cared, the majority of people that he would have been against were smaller than him, not that there were many people the same weight category as a beached whale.

'How could he expect me to deal with all this?' Harry thought cursing Dumbledore, 'Damn Dumbledore, Damn Voldemort, Damn Fudge.' Harry mentally spat in pure frustration, three key figures that were causing him no end of grief. Fudge was out to ruin his reputation destroying Harry's name to save his career; a career that was so far down the toilet that even the Mario Brothers would never be able to find it. Voldemort was self explanatory he was out to kill Harry, Slowly and painfully in response to his constant thwarting of the Dark Lords plans, but he was a known variable. But for as much as he knew about Fudge's and Voldemorts intentions it was the esteemed Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, Grand Warlock supreme title holder of the Universe, he was the mystery, the question that needed answering.

What was his game plan?

Harry found it hard to predict the manipulative bastards movements and actions. Because of Dumbledore's manipulations Harry had lost his Godfather Sirius Black whom had been wrongly accused and thrown into Azkaban Prison without even a trial for the murder of Harry's parents. Dumbledore, the living entity of Second Chances didn't push for a proper investigation, the living beacon of the light and goodness, didn't dig deeper to help his Godfather. Now we fast forward fifteen years and Sirius had been killed when trying to save Harry from a trap that the teen had been so stupid to fall for! He accepted some of that responsibility, it was partly his fault. His mind flashed back to that situation every time he closed his eyes, the guilt swelled up inside of him. 'Not anymore.' Harry mentally ordered himself, 'I'm going to learn Occulemency and I am going to train and learn to beat Voldemort in my own way, not the way Dumbledore wants me to, Not the way Fudge wants to but my way. I will kill Voldemort and I will use any means necessary.' Harry promised himself and subconsciously his hands clenched into fists.

He was bought out of his thoughts as the car came to a stop at the drive way to Number 4 Private Drive. Petunia and Dudley quickly ran from the car to the shelter of the house but before Vernon got out he turned to Harry, "Get your stuff out of the car and put it under the stairs." Vernon ordered. Harry glared at Vernon but complied anyway walking into the rain he grabbed his trunk and Hedwig's cage and dragged them into the house the rain pounding against his skin and clothes. Luckily he kept his most important stuff on his person, his wand and his invisibility cloak. Dumping his trunk under the stairs he walked up to the smallest bedroom in the house and placed Hedwig's cage on the desk and deposited his invisibility cloak under the loose floorboard. Dropping the floorboard back into place Harry collapsed onto his bed and just lay there wishing for the sweet bliss of sleep, except he knew there was not going to be any sweet bliss, it would be nightmares, reliving the department of mysteries incident and the death of Cedric Diggory.

He was right, Harry slept about 4 hours long before the nightmares struck and Harry woke up a cold sweat plastered on his forehead and his scar throbbing in pain. Slowly he tried to get back to sleep but when that failed he swung his feet round and sat there contemplating everything that had happened.

"How much could I have changed?" Harry questioned slowly, "I didn't have the training that was needed, I didn't have the skill, as much as I've learnt it still wasn't enough to save him." He whispered his hands clenching the edge of the tiny bed, his knuckles turning white from the force. "What was I supposed to do? I was injured," he stood up walking across the room looking into a cracked mirror that hung on the wall. "I could barely stand, how the hell was I supposed to save him?" Harry muttered, his guilt being pushed aside by rationalisation. "The moment he was hit I was down as well, I was only able to stand because he helped keep me up." Harry muttered bitterly. "They turned on me so quickly after that, Cedric dies, they disbelieve me… because I obviously have a reputation as a liar!" He said in disdain, his memories of the Daily Prophet shining to the forefront as he continued to look at his reflection and the bags that sat under his eyes. "They betray me time and time again, I'm a hero when they need me to be and a scapegoat when they don't want me to be around." Harry muttered already knowing how the situation was playing out in his head.

"And yet, I can't hate them…" He muttered in resignation. "Anyone else would have done and yet I don't." He said locking eyes with himself. "But that doesn't mean I have to like them. I will do what needs to be done and I will beat Riddle and then, just like all tales of good versus evil. I shall ride off into the sunset." He smiled thinking on where he could go.

"After all, anywhere is better than this place." He mused walking back over to his bed and dropping down onto it, stifling a yawn, his spirit feeling lighter than it had in a while before he closed his eyes.

Only for the alarm to go off what felt like five minutes later.

Harry groaned in frustration, standing up and flicking it off, his alarm was set before the others would get up because even though they were a little more relaxed on chores, old routines and habits were hard to break. Walking over to the bathroom, he took a quick shower then got dressed, Dudley's had me downs once again, that was another thing that needed to change, he needed to get better clothes rather than these baggy hand me downs that he always wore. Change needed to happen and in his mind, that change needed to start with himself. Walking down stairs skipping the creaky step he started to make the breakfast hearing the telltale signs of the two natural disasters walking around 'thank you WWF.' Harry mused at the title that he had given them, naming them after the two big wrestlers Typhoon and Earthquake. Dishing out the breakfast he made himself a quick sandwich and walked out the front door as Vernon made it downstairs. Exiting the house he sensed the presence of the Order member trailing him as he walked along the streets no doubt to 'protect' him like they did when the dementors attacked, walking through the park Harry looped round and walked back to Number 4 ignoring his surroundings, there was no need for the walk he just wanted to just stretch his legs.

Reaching number 4 he walked in and stopped as Vernon appeared and started shouting. "BLOODY OWLS! No respect for normality." He shouted and Harry was a bit caught off guard, he stayed silent as Vernon went on a rant about lack of respect for the normal people and stepped away from him walking up the stairs to his room, one hand coming up and wiping the spit off of his face, there were days that he really hated being anywhere near Vernon… normally they were days that ended in a Y. Entering his room he saw three owls sitting there, one was Hedwig sitting in her cage cleaning her feathers, the second was Pig the owl belonging to Ron holding a letter on both feet and the third was an owl Harry didn't recognize.

Harry walked up and took the letters from Pig, reading them he just threw them to the floor, it was the usual, "Don't blame yourself Harry it wasn't your fault." Crap, stuff that he had heard plenty of times before. Harry threw it in the bin ignoring it completely and glanced at Hedwig, she hooted at him but otherwise didn't have anything for him, apparently having been out hunting, if the dead mouse in her cage was anything to go by.

He looked at the last owl, the Tawny owl was not one that he was familiar with and the red envelope that was tied to its leg was dubious at best. The Owl held its leg out to him and slowly Harry removed it, after the initial touch didn't portkey him away he flipped it over looking at the writing on the front.

It was unfamiliar to him and yet at the same time something seemed familiar as he saw the note written on it.

Harry Potter,

You need more time to prepare.

In fact take all the time you need.

Sincerely

An old friend.

Curiously he opened it, wondering who the Old Friend could be. Not that he had many 'Old' friends, that should have been enough to send off alarm bells in his mind but it didn't, curiosity was getting the better of him.

But as you know, curiosity killed the cat, the world span around him everything turning black as he felt a familiar tug at his navel though this time it spread to the rest of his body, forcefully pulling him along as the letter disintegrated in his hand. Pain tore at him, his eyes closed, clenching shut as he struggled to remain conscious but it wasn't to be.

As light started to appear, the pain became too much and he blacked out, falling unconscious to the cold floor, surprising the people that were in the room. Calls for security briefly reached his ears but the sound didn't properly register as everything went quiet

TBC

So, I've started uploading the next part of the wargames story and someone left me a review calling me on the bad spelling in this earlier story.

To them, I have to say thank you, even though you just stayed as a guest, it was a slap to reality that I did truly need to get to work on rewriting this (which I had been procrastinating on it for so long because it was done and I didn't want to look back yet.)

I always planned to come back and rewrite this, doubly so with the constructive criticism that I had received throughout it's life on the website (seriously guys, thanks for that even if I didn't reply to you personally I did take it to heart and used it to better my writing.) Though real life and new ideas just kept getting in my way. (I actually counted how many different stories I have in various states in my fanfic folder, currently sitting at about 60 different ideas ranging from Harry Potter to Neopets to WWE to Dungeon Keeper stories.)

But like I said above the person who sent me the last review refusing to read the story gave me the final kick to the arse that I needed to get it moving, I personally feel that I've improved so damn much since I initially started and well, I need the rest of my stuff to reflect that.

So to all the people that reviewed the first time around, I hope you enjoy the tidied up version.

To all those people who didn't read it the first time round, I hope you enjoy the tidied up version, cause it's about ten times better.

First chapter redone, lets continue with it shall we.

(and as a side note I'd just like to add the modifications made added about 900 words to this chapter alone.)

Just to add, i'm uploading this as a separate story instead of changing all the chapters one at a time for the old version. Mainly for ease of reading and also since i plan to remove the old version the moment this one has finished being done. for now it's staying though just because i've got wargames 2 uploading and don't want to cause major confusion.