Okay, I know that I said that I wouldn't start another story, but apparently I lied, now then this doesn't mean that I am abandoning my other story, quite the contrary, but I need a few weeks to work out some plot details, and I am doing this in the mean time to keep myself entertained, now for some general information.
Now, in this particular tale, Harry managed to save Sirius' knife with a bit of fancy spell work, and now carries it with him were ever he goes. He also has, his invisibility cloak, a sack of galleons, his wand, a pair of dragon hide boots/gloves, and several shrunken books that he has taken to carrying with him.
Over the last two years, Harry has been doing some independent study, to help the DA, but really increased it in the last year or so because of the prophecy, his power level is about the same a Snape's, less than Dumbledore and Voldemort, but a very good runner up, on par with Remus, Snape and Bellatrix. This makes him strong, but not to strong. He has also been doing research into permanently healing his eyes, he isn't done yet, but he's damn close.
Okay, I think that covers everything for right now, on with the story.
Harry instinctively rolled out of the way of Dumbledore's freezing charm, he stood crouched under his invisibility cloak in mild anger at the aging Headmaster. Harry almost blew his cover right there but finally decided against it in favor of watching what was about the occur. Draco came first, world wary and haggard in appearance. He watched as the pair exchanged words. Draco was slipping, another few minutes and he have joined with Dumbledore, that is if the others hadn't arrived.
Snape, along with several masked Deatheaters ascended the stairs in rapid succession. Several of them began egging Draco on. Now's my chance. Harry silently crept forward towards the pair of twins near the back. With a smidgen of wordless magic, damn if that didn't take a long time to learn, and a firm rap on top of their heads with his wand, Harry successfully stunned to Deatheater duo.
He was about to move on to the next one in line when he saw the tell tale beginning of the killing curse, glowing at the tip of Snape's wand. What the? Harry had little time to react, he leapt forward, absent mindedly shoving his cloak into his pocket as he went. He managed to slam into Dumbledore with enough force to push him out of the way of the curse. Sorry Headmaster. The boy who lived had just enough time to smile sadly down at Dumbledore, before turning to face his destiny.
Harry sent his one-time potions professor a defiant smirk before the green curse washed over him, sending him reeling backwards with enough force to blast him off of the astronomy tower. Well this is just great, couldn't have a dignified death could I? Just had to get my remains splattered all over the grounds. Harry frowned for a moment, Shouldn't I be dead, and why is the killing curse not dispersing? Green crackles of energy were wrapping themselves around his body. He looked up at the tower to see the surprised face of Dumbledore and, oddly enough, Remus, before a bright flash of green light over took him, whisking away the boy who lived from everything he knew.
John rolled right and came up in a kneeling crouch. He leveled his assault rifle at the pack of grunts that attacked him and quickly dispatched them with several well aimed bursts. The sun glinted off of his dented and scorched, blue armor. The silver visor was cracked slightly, no energy shield in sight.
The fourteen year old Spartan instinctively dived sideways to avoid the lightning blue blast of a plasma grenade, he came up and stowed his rifle to pull up a magnum pistol. With a single shot, he stopped his would be killer, an arch of purple blood spewed up into the air behind the overly ambitious grunt. He ran forward in a crouch and scooped up the remaining grenades before rolling forward to crouch behind the burnt out husk of an old automobile. The Spartan activated the COM link built into his helmet and radioed red team leader, Fred. "Fred, this is Spartan 117, do you copy?"
"I copy blue leader, what do you need?" John paused for a moment as the deafening explosion of a frag grenade tore through a group of Jackels.
"I need you to take red team and flank around this block, hit the covenant's LZ from behind. I will take Blue team in from the front the provide an adequate diversion. Plant one of the Fury tac-nukes that Joshua is carrying with him in their grav-lift, set the detonation timer to forty seconds. From there, fall back to a safe location for us to re-group. After that, we still need to take out the other three covenant battle cruisers that have been parked on the other side of the city." Fred's acknowledgment light blinked green twice before going dark.
John signaled Kelly, Linda, and James, the other members of Blue Team. The three Spartans quickly and carefully made their way across the battle torn street located on Sirius Prime, the colony recently attacked by the covenant. "We are going to provide a… tactical diversion for Red Team to destroy this battle cruiser."
James chuckled from beneath his helmet. "What are they using?"
"A Fury tac-nuke, should be sufficient to blow up their ship." If it wasn't such a serious situation, the others may have laughed.
"Sir, does the term, overkill, mean anything to you?" John could practically see the smirk on Kelly's face.
"When the covenant is involved, there is no such thing as overkill." She nodded in confirmation and fell into place to listen to their team leader's plan.
"All right blue team, we are going to barrel down this street, move from one section of wreckage to the next, Fred has about ninety seconds to flank them, concentrate more on gaining their attention then actually killing them, we can mop up with Red Team after the cruiser has been destroyed. Understood?" A chorus of Yes Sir was issued from the group. John nodded and took point.
John smirked in satisfaction as the large, oblong ship imploded under the force of the Fury Tactical-Nuke, bright lances and bolts of purple energy shot through the air.
Most of the covenant in the area beat a hasty retreat, few of them made it. The Spartans made quick work them, and within twenty minutes, the entire covenant force within that section of the city was destroyed.
John sighed to himself and sat down on a piece of rubble, his squad mates were seated around them, Kelly and Joshua were on watch. Night would be falling within the hour and the Spartans were to start moving towards the next Covenant infested area at 2100 hours. John raised his hands to his helmet and pressed two, unnoticeable buttons on either side.
The helmet hissed as it depressurized, John sighed in relief as he lifted his helmet from his head. The face that met the world squinted at the bright light from Sirius Prime's twin suns. Short, dark, buzzed hair covered his scalp, overly pale skin covered his face. A long scar stretched over his left eye, and another, lighter one, ran diagonally across his left cheek, the two scars formed a large X. The other Spartans around him followed suite.
James started whistling to himself as he pulled out a pan and several pouches from the pack he had been wearing earlier. Linda pulled out a set of quick burning logs from her own pack and got a fire going, this was the first chance for the Spartans to rest and get something to eat in nearly seventy-two hours. Just as James was about to start their dinner, a swirling mass of green lightning began to form just twenty meters away.
Harry grit his teeth in pain as the bolts left from the residue of the killing curse continued to ripple across his body. Bright lights and sounds echoed all around him, he saw hundreds of flashes from all directions. The wizarding world diminishing over hundreds of years until only small pockets of magic users remained, the world becoming unified under one banner, the UNSC.
Harry continued to watch as humans progressed technologically, mastering space flight, colonizing other planets, the discovery of slipstream. In the last few seconds of his trip, the boy who lived saw glimpses of some alien force only known as the Covenant. When the images finally halted, he was left dazed, not really understanding the tiny fragments that he had saw meant. The pain from the curse began to subside as his movements became me and unstable, the green light surrounding him flashed bright one last time before a large BOOM sounded in all directions, and Harry was flung towards the ground.
The boy who lived quickly adjusted his fall and landed in a crouch, wand drawn, looking for any signs of danger. The landscape resembled muggle London, sky scrapers towered above him, and the burnt out bodies of automobiles littered the streets. His gaze drifted to sight of seven, heavily armored individuals sitting in a circle, they quickly stood and faced him, holding what appeared to be some sort of machine gun. After a few tense seconds, the group visible relaxed, but still held onto their weapons, Harry did like wise.
One of the armored individuals, Harry guessed the leader, moved forward with a cautious gate. The boy who lived tightened the grip on his wand and watched as the soldier strode towards him.
"You're a civilian? No that's not right, your stance is too rigid, but where is your equipment?" Harry frowned, but stowed his wand, his man was not his enemy. "What is your name?" Harry hesitated for a moment, before deciding to answer with a military response.
"Potter, I am a soldier of the Order of the Phoenix, could you tell me where I am?" The soldier nodded.
"This is Sirius Prime, twelfth colony of the UNSC." Harry frowned slightly.
"What is the Date?"
"October 23, 2525, standard military calendar." Harry frowned at the date, a fear of his had been confirmed, some sort of time displation had occurred. "Your are not from around here are you?"
Harry shook his head, "No I am not, this is obviously a war zone, can you possibly brief me on your status, I can fight." John appeared to hesitate for a moment before nodding and motioning him towards his group.
As Harry gingerly sat amongst the armored individuals, John posed him with a question.
"You said you were military, what branch?" Harry chuckled slightly before giving his answer.
"As is said a moment ago, I am a member of the order of the Phoenix, a Phoenix knight to be more specific. I doubt that you would have heard of them." The Spartans just nodded to agree. John began speaking again.
"Spartans, this is Knight Potter of the order of the Phoenix, Potter, this is a band of my men, the Spartans, Fred, Linda, James, Joshua, Kelly, Will, and I am John." Harry nodded to each of the soldiers as their leader pointed them out.
"Now, would you mind telling us how you got here?" Harry laughed again before continuing.
"Honestly, I am not sure, I was in a fight with a group of Deatheaters, they are the ones on the opposing side of the war I was fighting in," at the Spartans' nod, he continued." I was attacked and thrown off of a tower from the castle we were fighting in. The energy from the blast did not dissipate as I fell and before I hit the ground I was whisked away to here." John noticed how Potter watered down his story but accepted it as truth. "I will give you all a proper debriefing when the situation is less hostile." The Spartans nodded as one.
"It is good to have the extra-" James comment was interrupted as Harry, feeling a slight throb in his scar, stood and spun on his heels, a bright blast of energy was barreling strait towards him. Damn, that looks like… no, it isn't the right color and it is to slow. He twisted his upper body into a slight cork-screw to avoid the green beam. It rushed past him and impacted on the wall behind them with a mortar scorching crack. Now would be a good time to test out the personal shield ward that I have been working on. Harry pulled out his wand and gave a few brief flicks, he glowed golden for a moment before it faded away.
"Hostiles!" John slid his helmet back on a let it pressurize before picking up his rifle and engrossing himself with the fight.
Harry rolled out of the way of another green blast and leveled his wand at the vulture like creature. With a well place Reducto, the alien's head was swiftly blown away from it's body. Harry swore as he ducked under a barrage of pink shards, spells were nice and all but they just weren't fast enough to take out this many enemies that had the ability to fire back with rapid succession.
"Potter, catch!" The Phoenix knight turned to see Kelly lobbing a pistol in his general direction. He caught it with a grin, briefly remembering Moody's lessons about muggle weaponry before leveling the firearm towards a group of Grunts. With ease earned from months of practice, the man who was once known as the boy who lived, dispatched a large group of Grunts via a smattering of lead to their brains.
John unloaded a clip into the mass of Jackels that had been huddling just off to the side of the main battle and took a moment to watch Potter. He was good, used to chaotic situations like this, the soldier had already taken out a small platoon of enemies without a scratch. John was impressed. He didn't let his mind wander far before he returned to his own battle.
Potter leapt sideways and buried his gloved fist in the back of a Jackels head, his shield flared slightly as the pink shards from a needler impacted his back. He rolled out of the way and swore loudly as he saw a fast approaching energy grenade, directly in his path. The grenade stuck to the very center of his chest. Harry took the two seconds he had until it detonated to pour as much energy into his shield as possible.
With a deafening explosion, the grenade knocked him backwards and off of his feet, he rolled, heels over head, several times before finally sliding to a smoldering heap. His breathing was ragged, a sizable area of his shirt had been burnt away to reveal a smoldering patch of enflamed skin underneath. He hoisted himself back onto his feet and winced at the sensation of several broken ribs.
The fighting stopped for a moment, no one moved, they all stared in shock at the man that just survived a direct hit from a plasma grenade. Harry took the initiative and lifted his pistol, burying a bullet in a Grunt's head. And just like that, the fighting resumed, the Phoenix Knight shoved Kelly out of the way of another plasma grenade, she nodded in thanks before dispatching a retreating group of Jackels.
The Covenant was quickly driven back, no one seemed to want to fight a force that had someone as strong as Harry on their side, and within minutes the Covenant forces had been completely obliterated.
Harry winced and gingerly sat down on a piece of rubble. He coughed, sending lances of pain shooting through his sides, now that the adrenaline was wearing off, he really started to feel that grenade.
"You're one tough bastard, you know that?" Harry chuckled slightly and winced again. "Off with it." Harry quirked and eyebrow at Kelly in confusion. "Take your shirt off, I need to examine your wounds."
He frowned and vainly attempted to ward her off but to no avail.
"If you insist." With an exasperated expression, he peeled off his cloak and gingerly lifted his still smoldering shirt over his head. A patch if burning irritated skin plastered his chest where the grenade had stuck.
"The blast seems to have broken several of your ribs, and it dislocated your shoulder." Harry looked mildly surprised at this.
"Hey, what's with the tattoo?" James was examining the Phoenix tattooed on his left arm.
"Every Phoenix Knight has one of these." James pointed to the numbers underneath the tattoo, 2-04.
"Is that your identification number?" Harry nodded, and pointed to the two.
"This indicates that I am a second generation Knight. The second number means that I was the fourth member inducted." James nodded.
"Why do you mark generations?" His voice held a curious tone, Harry winced as Kelly continued to poke and prod at him.
"The first generation had different training and augmentation." James perked up at the word augment.
"What do you mean by augment?" Harry sighed before continuing.
"Speed, strength, agility, and senses, all of them are increased to above normal levels do to increased combat involvement. I also have some control of my adrenal glands, lets me slow things down a bit." James nodded.
"Interesting, Spartans have similar upgrades, after seeing you take that grenade like that I knew you couldn't be normal." Harry flashed him a grin.
"The word normal normally isn't applied to me unless the word, not, is also involved." He winced again as Kelly continued to prod him. "Aren't you finished yet?" She paused and looked at him.
"You broke six ribs, severely dislocated your right shoulder, tore a ligament in your left leg and you appear to be suffering from something that I can only describe as fourth degree burns." Harry smiled.
"You know what the bad thing is?"
"What?"
"I've had way worse." The Spartan just shook her head and without warning, relocated Harry's shoulder. The Phoenix Knight grimaced at the pain but refused to show it.
"How did you survive that grenade?" John voiced the question that was on all the Spartans' minds.
"I have been working on a new type of shield for nearly two years, it will stay with you, surrounding your body, and it recharges using your own energy, the process would be nearly perfected if it wasn't so damn draining." John nodded and activated his COM link.
"This is Spartan-117 I am in need of a medic." A voice came over his COM.
"I read you loud and clear Spartan, sending one to your location." John deactivated his COM link and turned back to Harry.
"Potter, I have a medic on the way, he should have you patched up good enough to fight, we are going to need all the help we can get with the rest of this mission." Harry nodded and was struck with a sudden thought.
"Is there any chance that you could set me up with a suit of armor like yours, I have a feeling it might come in handy." John hesitated for a moment.
" A normal soldier can't handle these suits, they increase reaction time to much." James interrupted him.
"Sir, Potter was just explaining me that the Phoenix Knights receive certain augmentations similar to our own when they are inducted." John nodded before activating his COM again and radioing from a team of technicians to bring him another set of Vulcan armor.
"It is done, your armor along with a set of weapons will be arriving with the medic, Harry nodded in thanks. The Spartans still had nearly three hours before they were to start the next leg of their mission, so they depressurized again and James once again pulled out his pans, everyone was hell bent on getting something to eat.
Fin.
Alright, done. Yes I am diverging from cannon a bit but this is fan fiction besides, Harry should have been getting some special training in cannon anyway. Yea, I know the Order of the Phoenix doesn't augment there soldiers, but they do in this particular story, besides, Harry needs to be on par with the Spartans, He will eventually end up in a 'late' Spartan 2 program where he receives the same goodies they have. And I know he seems to be taking everything surprisingly well but he is still in shock, he will be acting more appropriately when he gets somewhere to relax.
Thanks for reading, please review.