A/N: This is a Harry Potter/Jumper X-Over, as far as I know it's one of a kind.

It will include concepts and characters from Jumper the movie, and Jumper: Griffins Story. The story will still make sense even if you haven't seen, or read those, but I highly recommend them.

When the word jump is typed with a capital J it refers to teleportation. Example: Jump, or Jumper, or Jumped.

Anything typed in italics is thought.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Jumper, or Jumper: Griffins Story. I don't own anything, except my own original ideas, and characters.

Harry was having a pretty good day, or at least by his standards, to most people it would be more like somewhat decant. The Dursleys let him come to London with them, as long as there was no "Freakishness". They were there on Grunnings business, and Dudley was begging to go on the London Eye.

"Mummy, I want to go on the Eye!" Dudley said, in that whiny tone that Aunt Petunia seemed to love.

"Latter Duddums, Daddy's got a meeting," Petunia replied.

"I said, I wanna go on the Eye!" Dudley said, slowly, menacingly.

"Yes, well, we could go quickly I suppose," Vernon relented.

The line wasn't bad, it took about ten minutes. The man behind Harry was holding a news paper, with a picture that caught his attention. The Head line was blocked by the man's hand, but the caption said that it was a picture of a Chechen war zone. Damn, Harry thought, I hope our war doesn't come to that. Soon enough they were at the front of the line.

"File in. Thank you," the ticket man said.

Harry walked in and over to the side facing the Thames, he always liked to watch the water, even the lake at Hogwarts mesmerized him. Once everyone was in, the wheel rotated, and bit by bit, they gained altitude until they were at the top. The view was amazing, it reminded him of flying. Just as the wheel began to rotate again, to begin their decent, it lurched back about ten feet. The malfunction triggered a series of events that would forever change Harry's life. First, as the wheel lurched back, the window facing the Thames broke; second Dudley tripped, and fell into Harry; third, Harry was thrown back by the impact, and over the rail, straight out the recently broken window.

"BLOODY HELL!" Harry screamed, as he began his four hundred and forty foot fall. Well, at least Voldemort won't get another chance. Harry thought, and started to laugh, He's going to be furious, a muggle amusement ride did what he could never manage… I never expected my last thoughts to be so… strange, and calm. Harry focused again; the water was rushing up to meet him, fast. Just feet above the water he vanished, water spraying everywhere in a violent splash.

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Harry reappeared amidst a spray of earth, water, and debris, in a small crater. What the hell was that? Can't have been Apparition, that's limited to a couple hundred miles. This looks like that picture of Chechnya. Harry looked around, from his spot sitting in his crater; he could see debris everywhere, combatants running around, a truck that was apparently run over by a tank, and some power lines. What's this? There was a distortion in the air straight in front of him, Looks kind of like tree roots. He was reaching out to touch it when he heard someone yelling.

"YOU… YEA YOU, THE JUMPER. SOME HELP PLEASE?"

Harry scrambled to his feet and looked around again. There, in the broken part of one of the power line towers, was a man. Harry over looked him on first inspection, but could now see that this man was in a considerable amount of pain, electrical wires were sparking all around him.

"JUMP UP HERE AND GET ME DOWN! THIS ISN'T EXACTLY PLEASANT; I'M NOT UP HERE FOR THE FUN OF IT!" The man yelled over the din of battle.

Harry ran over to the dangling piece of tower, "That was the first time I've done that," Harry paused to think, "but I can get you down. You can't tell anyone how I got you down; I'll have a few very angry people after me if they find out. Oh, and since you seem to know so much about this Jumping thing that I just did, you have to teach me how to use it." Harry waited for an answer, and when he didn't get one, he continued, "Deal?"

The man seemed to be debating internally, finally he said, "Get me down, and I'll give you the basics. I need to move some stuff, an extra Jumper would speed it up some. After that we'll talk about further training." He added as an afterthought, "Your secret is safe with me."

Satisfied with that answer, Harry pulled out his wand. I hope they can't detect me all the way out here. With a swish, flick, and muttered, "Wingardium Leviosa." Harry had the man floating up and out of the mangled tower, the man was clearly astonished. When Harry had him half way to the ground, about twenty five feet, his wand was struck by a stray bullet, and shattered. Harry yelled, "DAMN," as the man started to fall. The next second he vanished with a slight whisp of wind, only to appear just as silently next to Harry.

"What the fuck was that? You waved a… stick… and I was floating!" The man was a bit surprised.

"For now, let's just say that magic is real. I'll tell you the rest later," Harry said, as he took in the man's appearance. The man was a few years older than Harry, around twenty two or three, around Harry's height or a bit taller, he had brown hair that stood up all over, and looked like he could handle himself. He was wearing black Jeans, a black shirt, and a black leather jacket. "We should get out of here before we get shot."

"I'm gonna jump, and you just need to walk into my jump scar," The man said. He vanished, this time with a slight bass sound, and that distortion was left behind.

"Jump scar? Well here goes," Harry said, and reached out a hand to touch it. He appeared suddenly at his destination, stumbling a bit, This rocks, Apparition is supposed to be uncomfortable. The first thing Harry noticed was that he was under ground; he then noticed the markings on the walls. Looking around, he saw an area that was set up like a bedroom, a few boards with sketches all over, random piles of stuff, a T.V. and chair, and a plywood board in the corner that was covered with sketches of a beautiful red headed girl. "Where are we?"

"Hmm? Egyptian tomb; was safe until a few hours ago. Now I need a new place, Colorado maybe, no, Zimbabwe, Thailand, Mexico, no that's the first place they'll look," the man rattled off to himself. "Ideas would be helpful."

"I know a cave; my… my Godfather used it to hide out in when he was on the run. It's near a magical community, so whoever your hiding from won't be able to get to it so easily… Even if they were Wizards, they'd have a hard time of it."

"Ok, let's see it then," the man responded.

"How do I…"

"How do you Jump?" Harry nodded. "Get a clear picture of the place, your Jump site, then will yourself to be there. Quite simple actually, once you get the hang of it, you'll be able to control how sloppily you do it."

"I can't remember the inside to well, but I remember the forest, and how to hike to it," Harry said, and then vanished with a great bang, leaving behind a shallow crater and a few cracks in the ceiling.

The man shook his head, said, "Rookie," and walked into the Jump scar and vanished as well.

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It was a few hours later, after a hike, and many Jumps. Harry and the man, who's name he still did not ask, were sitting across from each other, Harry was on the edge of the bed, and the man on the chair.

"So, what's your name, first of all," the man asked.

"Harry, Harry Potter, and you?"

"Griffin O'Conner. Now, tell me your story, and I'll decide if your worth training or not," Griffin said, sitting back in the chair. "Oh, and be sure to explain that magic stuff you did," He added.

Harry spent the next hour or so telling his story, how he got the scar, living with the Dursleys, and all of his adventures at Hogwarts, and even the prophecy. He told Griffin everything, desperate for help, information, and training, from a man who seemed rather battle savvy.

"I'll help you. I'll train you to fight, but you can't be afraid to kill your enemies, if you are then don't bother training… I learned that the hard way," Griffin said, leaning in towards Harry. "You remind me of my self, to be honest. That's why I'm help'n you, if you were wondering."

"Right, thanks… I'm willing to do anything I can to stop Voldemort. The prophecy just serves to solidify that," Harry replied. "What's your story?"

"I'm a Jumper, I fight Paladins. They've been after me since I was five, killed my parents when I was nine, I've been running and fighting since then. Today a Jumper I know, got my lair found out, and I tried to blow up his girlfriend, not one of my best ideas now that I think of it, I was trying to get the Paladins that were holding her," He said, looking a bit disappointed in himself.

"Why would you try to blow them up, if they had her?"

"Hey! I already said it was a bad Idea; I even ended up in those wires for it. What do you want me to do, send them flowers, track them down to apologize?" He took a breath and said, "It struck a nerve, that's all. The whole situation brought up old memories."

"Ok, ok, I get it," Harry looked over to where the plywood boards with the sketches were. "Those are your… Jump sites?" Griffin nodded. Harry then looked at the board that was separated from the rest, "Ok, what's with the red head?" Damn, those sketches remind me of her. I hope she's alright.

"I'm trying to redo a sketch that I lost. Ex-girlfriend, almost killed me, you know," he smiled sadly.

Well that explains the nerve that he was talking about, Harry thought. "So, if I'm gonna stay here, where will I sleep?"

"I'll be right back," Griffin said, Jumping away. He returned a few minutes later, holding a mattress, and some sheets; he put them in the corner that was opposite to where his bed was. "Right, you'll stay there," Griffin paused to think, and then jumped away, only to return a minute later. "I just checked The Eye; it's closed down, apparently a young man died today. Fell over four hundred feet to the water, no body was found." He handed Harry the evening edition of some London newspaper.

"Damn!" Harry was looking at a picture of himself on the cover, "That's from when Dudley was messing about with the camera. The order's going to think I'm dead, Mrs. Weasley, Ron and Hermione, Ginny. This is bad!"

"It's quite good, really. You train, everyone thinks you're dead; you come back with the element of surprise. You get good enough and I'll let you hunt Paladins, if that doesn't get you ready, then I don't know what will."

"Right. Ok, I need to get some stuff from Diagon Ally tomorrow," at Griffin's confused look he added, "It's a wizarding market. And I'm going to need to sneak into Grimmauld Place soon, to get a few things."

"Ok… I'm hungry, you? I'm going to get some sushi," he Jumped away, and back a minute later. "You coming?"

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Hestia Jones just got off work for the day, being an Auror these days almost guaranteed long hours, but today she was lucky to get off at seven thirty. She was getting hungry, and thought some takeaway was in order. She apparated to an ally next to her favorite muggle restaurant, the Lebanese Panda. It was a cross between Lebanese and Chinese food.

"Damn! I hate Apparition, very unpleasant," she muttered to herself.

Upon entering the restaurant the man behind the counter greeted her, "Hey, Hestia. How are you doing?"

"Fine, a bit tired, but fine overall," she replied, glancing at the T.V. in the corner. She saw that the news was on, He never has that on, something must have happened, "Anything interesting happen?"

"Yea, some kid, can't remember his name, fell to his death from the top of the London Eye. The damn thing malfunctioned, and he went through the window, they'll repeat it in a moment," he looked at the screen quickly. "So, the usual?"

"Yea, thanks Marv," she replied, then focused on the news.

After about five minutes or so, the special bulletin sound chimed, "Earlier today, a young man by the name of Harry James Potter fell to his death from the top of the Eye," footage of the fall, from a camcorder, was playing. It showed, quite clearly, Harry falling from the Eye, and a huge splash. "His body has yet to be recovered, if anyone has any infor…"

"It can't be, not Harry!" Hestia said, bolting for the door, leaving Marv standing there, holding her order, confused. Hestia ran to the ally, and ignoring the unpleasant sensation, Apperated to her flat. She ran to the fireplace, grabbed the whole bag or floo powder, and dumped it in. "Albus Dumbledore," she cried, franticly sticking her head in.

"Ah, Hestia, to what do I owe th… Hestia, Is something wrong?" Dumbledore asked.

"Meeting… Order… Emergency meeting, NOW!" She was beginning to get hysterical.

"Calm down, what's wrong?" Dumbledore, ever cool and collected, asked.

"I… I won't be able to say it twice. Get all the Weasleys, and the Grangers too, this directly affects them all."

"I'll send Remus to get the Grangers, and I'll call all members, as well as all Weasleys," Dumbledore said, writing a note and giving it to Fawkes. "Go to headquarters, try to calm down, and have a drink or too. I think I saw a bottle of Ogden's finest." Hestia nodded, and pulled out of the fireplace, she was going to do just that, but first she needed to get a muggle news paper.

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Ginny Weasley was sitting in her room, on her bed, contemplating the last Wednesday, when the Hogwarts express dropped off all of the students. Harry was starting to look better, but she worried about what the Dursleys would do to him. He needs to be with us, if his family finds out about Sirius's death, they'll destroy him. It was because of these thoughts that Ginny didn't notice the increase in the noise that was coming from the kitchen, until Ron came to get her.

"Ginny, emergency meeting," he was a bit breathless, "the Order wants us there!"

"Us? Why?" Ginny asked, her revere broken.

"Dunno, but they've sent for Hermione also."

"Do you think Harry's going to be there?" Ginny asked, a hopeful tone entering her voice.

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Looking around the table, Ginny could see that everyone was anxious to get started. Hestia looks as if she's been crying, as she thought this she caught her eye, Hestia began to cry again. Ginny started to take notice of who was there, the Grangers were next to Ron, who was next to her, Bill and his new fiancé, Fleur just arrived, they even managed to call Charlie in. Moody was in the corner, scanning the room with his magic eye. Constantly vigilant, that one is, Ginny would have laughed, had she not been so nervous. Tonks just walked in, Kingsley directly after her, there were a lot of people that she didn't know, and then there was Remus, sitting on a stool, talking to a pretty redheaded witch that Ginny thought she had seen working at the Twins new shop. I guess Harry's still stuck with the Dursleys, she thought, since she didn't see him. Why don't we start already? Wait, where's Dumbledore? She was broken from her thoughts by the telltale sound of the floo system.

"Ah, good, everyone is here," he said, surveying the room. "This meeting was called because; Hestia has something important to report… Hestia," Dumbledore motioned for her to begin.

Ginny noticed that Hestia seemed to crumple in on herself, momentarily, before she steeled her resolve.

"The muggle news is in an uproar, someone… fell from the London Eye to their death." At the confused glances she explained, "It's a large wheel, over four hundred and forty feet tall, and they ride in big baskets around it."

"Did Death Eaters throw the guy off or something?" Tonks asked, clearly perplexed.

"N… No, the wheel malfunctioned… and… and now he… he's…," she trailed off, hugging the newspaper tighter to herself.

"Calm down… did you know the person that fell?" Dumbledore asked, trying to sooth her.

"Harry," she whispered, barely audible, "he's had such a hard life… and… now."

Mrs. Weasley chuckled nervously, "What did you say, dear? It sounded like you said Harry."

If Ginny wasn't paying attention before, she certainly was now.

"It… IT WAS HARRY, HARRY FELL," Hestia yelled, losing any measure of composure she might have had left, and slamming the paper, face up, on the table. There, for all to see, was a picture of Harry, hands in his pockets, head bowed slightly, and glancing at the camera out of the corner of his eye. The head line read, 'Boy falls to his death!' and the caption read, 'Victim, Harry James Potter, one hour previous to the incident.'

There were shouts of, "NO!" and "IT CAN'T BE!" Ginny was paralyzed, she could hardly think, but one thought made it through, Harry! Both she and Hermione grabbed Ron in a sobbing hug. Mrs. Weasley was crying into Mr. Weasley's shoulder.

"Maybe he saved himself, I… I mean look at what he's gotten out of before," Ron said, a desperate and pleading tone to his voice.

"N… No… I saw it happen… the muggle are showing it on their T.V.s. I saw… saw… splash, I saw him splash… he didn't surface," Hestia, managed to say, before breaking down again.

"This is… truly, a terrible loss. Voldemort is sure to celebrate, and we must put aside our grief, for the time being, and work to preempt his efforts," Dumbledore said, feeling at least twice his age. He added, in a slightly quieter tone, as though unaware he was speaking aloud, "And, we must find a way around a prophecy that was as clearly stated as they come."

A/N: Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it!

In case it wasn't clear, Apparition and Jumping have huge differences, and Harry is the first Wizard to be a Jumper too. The Jumping will play a huge part in the battles, the first of which will come in the third chapter.

For any of my readers that have been following The Silver Phoenix, I am still working on the next chapter, and will post it A.S.A.P.

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Dirt Rider