Another story, though I don't think it'll be as good as the other one. Oh well. Hope you enjoy. Just something I thought up because I was bored over the summer. The other chapters are already written and will be updated simply because I can't write.
This story will be very strange. Harry has untold powers. Time traveling and alternate dimensions. Cameos from some of the most unlikely characters. This is definitely not canon.
Marauding Wanderer
A.K.A
Harry Potter Conglomeration
Prologue: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe
I'm off to see the Witch
The scary Dimensional Witch
I hear she is a witch, a witch, if ever a witch there was
If ever or ever a witch there was
She is the one because because because because because because BECAUSE
Because of all the things she does
I'm off to see the Witch
The scary Dimensional Witch
Harry finished his little ditty as he stood up to survey his surroundings. He was at the remains of number four Privet Drive. The house itself was reduced to nothingness, save for the black marks of the foundation. Ironically, the only thing left standing was a familiar old cupboard and the stairs over it leading to a no longer existent second floor. The house was the only one that was totaled out of the entire community. Every other house was fine and spick and span. Whenever someone came close to try and fix the area, some weird stuff happens.
The Dursleys weren't what he would call the best of families, but he still considered them family, no matter how distant and hateful they were to him and vice versa, but they didn't deserve to go out like that. He sighed, just another thing to chalk up to what happens to people when they're connected to him.
"How's it looking from up there?" he called out to Hedwig.
The snowy white owl, his faithful companion through thick and thin circled in wide arcs three times before perching on his shoulders and nodding. Harry smiled. For six months he was circling the globe placing these seals. They were huge and bright red, and took so long to put up and to make sure that they don't accidentally get wiped away, and to keep curious humans, muggles and magical alike, from wandering too near.
There was one under Hogwarts, one at the ruins of a fortress in Australia, one in Ethiopia, one in Jerusalem, one spanning the Artic Circle, and another spanning the Antarctic Circle. There were also several more scattered here and there, usually at significant historic or mythological sites.
Setting them up was half the problem. Some areas, such as the Bermuda Triangle and the English Circle, resisted his magic so he had to place two seals, one above and one below, to get the results he needed. In other areas, the seals overlapped so he had to carefully and intricately weave them together so they don't react and wipe out a section of the Earth.
Still, that was all in the past and he just finished the last seal he needed. After thoroughly checking to make sure that he had all that he needed, he checked the seals on himself and those coming with him. Satisfied, he connected them to his trunk. His trunk was the anchor, where it went, they went. It just wouldn't do to lose one another when you're going on a long trip…again.
Harry smiled; for once things will go his way, hopefully. He held his hand out in front of him and a staff appeared. It wasn't anything special, just a stick really.
Twirling it around experimentally, Harry took another sigh and pointed it in front of him. Power flowed from him as he dissolved his dams holding back his powers. Each and every seal he made glowed a bright and eerie red.
Harry smiled; all was going according to plan. Simple really, all you had to do was fold the dimensional planes so that one side was closer to another. Then you simply cross the threshold and voila, you're on the other side. People who Apparate do this every time and they don't even think about it.
He felt the universe bending, he saw a white portal in front of him and he jumped through. Once on the other side, he felt the two universes spring back to their original forms. The backlash energy of the world he just left behind would be absorbed by the various seals he left behind. The seals will shatter, the energy safely released, and no one would be the wiser.
Meanwhile, he would have to concentrate on this world. It wouldn't have any backlash energy because the energy transferred to the other world was from this world. Either way, he couldn't have done anything for this world even if he was wrong.
Looking around, he saw that he was in a garden of a rather large mansion. It wasn't really a mansion by some people's standard, but it was larger than what would be considered a normal house so he considered it one. The garden was very calming to him. Green grass, cobblestone path, small fountains with birds flitting back and forth, and cherry blossom trees were among the décor.
While it was very nice and all, what interested Harry most wasn't the garden. It was who was standing in there that captured his interest. It was a very beautiful woman. She had very pale skin and wearing the black silk dress only made her look paler. She smiled at him, though he couldn't feel any warmth or happiness from that smile. In fact, if anything, it made him feel colder. Maybe it had something to do with the deal he was about to make.
"Welcome, do you know where you are?" she asked in a gentle voice.
Harry smirked. How so like her, just like the stories depicted. "Of course." He took another glance at the peaceful area. "This is a place where any wish may be granted... if a suitable price is paid."
"You are well informed," she said with the same gentle voice and smile that was really freaking him out on the inside.
"Getting straight to the point, I believe that you know what I want."
"This," she produced a small black hourglass in her hand. "And you know what I want in return. Are you sure you are willing to part with it?"
Harry felt Hedwig squeeze slightly with her talons, and he felt his chest slightly constrict. Even the noisiest one of them all stayed silent. Harry nodded, never once taking his eyes off her.
"Do it."
She beckoned with her hand, and a small black orb floated out from Harry. It pulsated with a dark aura. Harry looked at it in sadness and intrest. Then he shook his head. "Right then, your part of the bargain."
She went over and handed him the hourglass while taking the black orb and placing it inside a box she pulled out from out of nowhere. "Be careful on your journey. I wish you the best of luck."
Harry just nodded and flipped the hourglass. He disappeared in a blinding flash of light. The Dimensional Witch looked towards the sky. "I trust you Mr. Harry Potter. If not anything else, I trust you…"
-
Another Side Another Story: The Final Stance
Harry looked around him. Bodies lay on the ground, some mutilated, some looked as if they just entered a peaceful sleep, all of them dead. It was just him and Voldemort.
"So Harry, what will happen now? Us two locked forever in an immortal combat?"
"I'm sorry Tom; I do wish things would be different."
"As am I, Harry."
"HARRY!!!" Harry looked upwards at the sound of his name. He looked to see his two best friends who stood beside him through everything since first year come running straight at him.
"What are you doing here?!"
"We couldn't let you enter this battle by yourself," Ron said with a grin.
"After all of those adventures together, you actually thought that we would miss the ending?" Hermione asked him incredulously.
Voldemort looked at the three of them. "Even with your friends Harry, you won't triumph."
With that, the battle started. They easily took Voldemort out. Taking him out was one thing though, defeating him was another. It didn't matter if they destroyed his wand and nearly destroyed his body within the first three minutes. He was well versed with nonverbal and wandless magic. His body was also healed after every attack, no matter how debilitating. After thier initial assault, Voldemort attacked.
His attacks were lethal, though not all were the Killing Curse. His assault ended with a large bang that forced the trio down to their knees. Harry was staring intently at Voldemort. Ron and Hermione started at each other for a moment. Hermione smiled softly and Ron grinned.
"Let's go Harry. One last attack," Ron said as he stood up.
"Don't let us go to waste for nothing," Hermione said as well.
Harry looked at them. The first part of their plan flashed through his mind. He trusted his friends fully. He acted without having to worry about the consequences... hopefully.
Harry rushed forward and dodged through all of Voldemort's curses. He felt his hand grow heavy. His wand glowed in a white smoke. The smoke writhed around and formed a great sword. The next step of the plan flashed through his mind.
Harry stepped forward and rammed the sword through Voldemort. His eyes grew wide.
"Too bad Harry," Voldemort choked out as his body faded away. "I really wished that you could have joined me. We would have done great things together."
Harry turned around to face his friends and tell them that it's all over. They were lying still on the ground. Harry walked briskly over to them, fearing the worst. Ron and Hermione both had triumphant smirks on their faces. Harry's eyes grew misty. They had given up their lives, so that he may live on in his.
-
Harry opened his eyes and found himself in the Forbidden Forest. He looked at his surroundings and made sure that everything arrived in one piece. His trunk was still there, everything he was carrying was taken along, and Hedwig was already flying towards the owlery. Ungrateful. He shook his head and headed a quickly as possible towards the exit. There were some things that were better left sleeping.
After getting out of there, he headed straight for the castle. Politely knocking on the door, he readies himself for who he was going to see.
"Yes?" McGonagall voice drifted to him. "James, you know that you're not supposed to be at school in the summer, don't you?"
Harry could only grin cheekily at her. "I'm sorry ma'am, but I believe that you have the wrong person. I'm Harry."
She was taken back but took a second look at him. He was almost an exact duplicate of James, except for the eyes and hair. His eyes were emerald green, and his hair was somewhat neater than James and reached his mid back. He tied it up in a pony tail.
"No, I apologize. Well then, may I ask why you are here?"
"I'm here looking for a job. I heard the Defense Against Dark Arts position is open."
"It is, but you seem quite young. You don't even look to be twenty yet."
"Perhaps, but I find that age is a small factor in the scale of things."
"Scale of what?"
"Whatever you wish," Harry replied back cryptically. "The world and the individuality, which counts for more? Hehehe... While it is very fun to play mind games with you Professor, I really would like to see the Headmaster."
McGonagall sighed, "Very well, come with me." She can tell that it's going to get frustrating dealing with him if he keeps talking like this if he gets the job. Oh well, maybe it'll make things brighter. Goodness knows that they need a good laugh every now and then with the dark times that have befallen them.
Half an hour later, Harry was inside the old Headmaster's office. Dumbledore was cautious to hire him and asked various questions.
"Who are you really?"
"My name's Harry James Potter sir. From what I can tell, I am the future son of Lily Evans and James Potter. I have traveled back in time to screw around with everyone's head, including yours."
Both Harry and Dumbledore stared at each other for a moment before both burst out laughing.
"Very funny, Mr. Potter. I suppose that if you are really who you say you are then you wouldn't have said it in the first place."
"Ah, unless the person you know knows that you know that he knows that you know that he knows that you know, and probably wouldn't believe him if he told the truth anyway."
Dumbledore sat in his chair sucking on a lemon drop contemplating what this Harry just said. Finally after shaking his head, "Well sir, I know that you have a brilliant mind from what you just said. Please take the tests required for the job."
Afterwards he had a test to see how much he knew. The test wasn't hard (to Harry anyway), but it was long; more than 643 questions. Some were about the subject and others were about his personal life. There were thrown in at different points. Harry guessed that it was to keep whoever was taking the test on their toes.
Afterwards, he had to perform certain spells and demonstrate his powers to Dumbledore. They went through every spell in the curriculum and then some. Dumbledore didn't let up until he was panting and trying to catch his breath; which was a feat that not many can get out of Harry. After all of that, Dumbledore looked happy and satisfied.
"Congratulation Mr. Potter. There's just one more thing to do."
"Please don't tell me I have to kiss the Giant Squid," Harry panted out jokingly.
Dumbledore chuckled at this. "No, no Mr. Potter. I just want you to try on this hat."
Harry looked at the shabby hat in Dumbledore's hands. It was the Sorting Hat.
"I see sir," Harry said uncomfortably. "May I request something?"
"Yes?"
"If the hat chooses to divulge any information, will it be strictly kept in this room and that you give me a chance to explain before you start shooting stuff at me?"
Dumbledore looked thoughtful for a second. Everyone, even him, has made mistakes in their past, and this is just another person not wanting to be judged before he can tell his side of the story. Nothing wrong with that. In fact, it was even admirable for acknowledging and attempting to atone for it.
"Of course Mr. Potter."
Harry sighed and slipped the hat on his head.
'Oh, my…What have we here…very interesting Mr. Potter…'
'Hello, I know of your abilities already…OH! I get it now…Heh…You and your cunning Dumbly…'
'Yes Mr. Potter…so glad that you finally figured it out...'
'Still shouldn't have been a problem for your special ability."
'Maybe, maybe not…well I'm done. You can take me off now."
Harry took the hat off and offered it back to Dumbledore. Dumbledore took the hat and asked it, "Well?"
The hat tore itself a mouth near the brim. "He's Harry Potter alright. Him and only him in his head, the same can't be said for his Heart though."
"He's not to harm the school or students in anyway?"
"No thoughts of that at all. In fact, he's here to help. A far cry to not accept it."
"That's all I need to know. Thank you." With that, the hat returned to its inanimate state. Dumbledore turned to Harry with a cheery smile and a twinkle in his eyes. "Congratulation, you've got the job Professor Potter."
-
Another Side Another Story: The Voices of Friends
"Oi! Harry! What's happening out there?" Ron's voice came out.
"Nothing much," Harry replied back. "I've just come back from Diagon Alley. Now I'm going to go and unpack for my stay at Hogwarts."
"I don't know about this plan Harry," Hermione's voice asked warily.
"Don't worry. Hopefully, everything will go right this time," Harry said nonchalantly as he walked out of his room. The room he was in was bare except for his trunk that he has yet to unpack.
And that's the prologue. Hope you all enjoyed it. The next chapter should be here tomorrow if everything goes according to plan. Please leave constructive comments only. If you disagree with a certain part, please inform me. Harry will be super strong so that can't be changed. He acts as a Dues Ex Machina.