Disclaimer: All characters and worlds used here are the intellectual property of some person or entity who is not me. Harry Potter is owned by J. K. Rowling, Allison Beckstrom is owned by Devon Monk, Doctor Who and Torchwood are owned by the BBC, thank you and enjoy.
AN: I don't expect anyone to enjoy this, if you do please tell me, because the intended audience for this piece is only me, myself and I, so I'll keep writing this the way I want. although if you have some crazy hairbrained idea you want to happen, please tell me, I might be able to work it in!
Warning: Unless you're very familiar with all of the Universes I'm crossing over, this chapter may be extremely confusing, I don't hold your hand, I expect you to know what glyphs do in the Allison Beckstrom series and about things like psychic paper, vortex manipulators and sonic technology from Doctor who/Torchwood. When MLP comes into the picture, expect me to make 180 flip to getting super different and actually explaining the magic and such, since in universe its more of a plot element than a power.
Chapter 1
Alfonse Kisrick continued to tinker with his device. The Mad Muggleborn, they called him, and rightly so. Only Kisrick himself truly understood the brilliance of his scheme. All the witches and wizards seemed to be happy with the way things had turned out, Voldemort dead, their hero continuing to serve them as head Auror. But Kisrick had studied recent history objectively and come to one conclusion he could not shake: It was all wrong. If only someone could go back, open a few gateways, change the probabilities, just enough to stop Dumbledore's suicidal plot, just enough to cripple the Death Eater power base, just enough to get the right people to look into things. Kisrick smiled, he knew exactly how the younger, less cynical Unspeakable Kisrick would react, he knew the exact parameters to change to make himself check for the message.
A low hum sounded from a device Kisrick had set to monitor his wards, Auror Potter had found him, but he was too late. The Mad Muggleborn flipped the lever on his machine, the Interlacer which tapped into more that just magic. Magic and science together had allowed Kisrick to find the strange and virtually limitless energy spilling out from nowhere over a scarcely monitored leyline in Cardiff, scarcely monitored because there was nothing extraordinary in Cardiff, not even a single wizarding residence.
As Kisrick flipped the switch, reality gave a mad lurch as the multiverse struggled to respond to Kisrick's extremely specific desires. The fabric of reality was torn apart, twisting several realities together and dissolving them into a single point. Kisrick had gotten the idea to use the Cardiff Anomaly when he registered readings of things crossing from other times, places, and, most importantly, alternate realities. The last thing Kisrick registered as reality began to dissolve, as this future began to be written out of existence, was that a man he didn't recognize, not Harry Potter as he had expected, burst in and ran toward him, then every atom, every quantum state that made up reality and all the events since October 31, 1981 until that moment were unraveled as if they never were at all.
In Portland, Oregon, in a very different Universe, with very different rules, Allison Beckstrom was enjoying a coffee at her favorite place, Get Mugged, with her favorite person, Zayvion Jones. Just saying she was happy was the understatement of the century. She had been through Hell over the past year, almost dying just about every month, actually dying a couple of times. But ever since Cody Miller had put Light and Dark magic back together, magic had been much more… nice, to put it lightly, more like parlor tricks and less like weapons of mass destruction, and that meant less time required for Allie to deal with stuff like the Authority and the End of the World and more time free to think about Zayvion and the extremely lovely and unfair things his foot was getting up to under the table.
There were still issues, of course. There were people like herself and Zayvion and their friends Shamus Flynn and Terric Conely, Breakers who could make magic work like it used to. But a new development stole Allie's attention from her thoughts as Zayvion's foot stopped brushing its way up her leg.
"No fair Jones, you are so paying for that when we get back home!" Allie groused playfully. Zayvion's lustful smirk flashed for only a second.
"First, we deal with that." Zayvion pointed out the window of Get Mugged at a massive hole in the sky, all black and silvery-rainbows, like the rift between Life and Death, like the scary magic that Leander and Isabelle had used to turn Portland into something out of a Lovecraft story.
"Shit, why does these things never wait until after coffee? Why can't disasters realize a girl needs her coffee." Allie slumped onto the table, groaning. She was quickly brought back to reality when Zayvion's apologies along with the taste of him, flooded through her mind and body. She and he were Soul Compliments, which meant in no uncertain terms that they could make magic their bitch, bend and break its rules until it did what they wanted, but that also meant they had trouble every so often being two separate people, they could communicate telepathically with just a touch and on a couple occasions now, the two of them had actually occupied a single body.
Zayvion was concerned about the city. But, strangely enough, he was more concerned that Allie would be mad at him for wanting to save it. She answered with merely a scoff before standing up, grabbing her favorite sexy leather jacket (which she knew drove Zayvion crazy) and exited Get Mugged. Grant waved the two Breakers out of his establishment with a flourish. When Zayvion attempted to pay for their unfinished drinks and plate of scones, Grant just waved him off. Zayvion frowned and left the money on the table before following Allie out.
Portland, for all the chaos streaking through the sky, seemed to be taking it in stride. They had all just survived the apocalypse a couple months back, after all. Allie's cell phone rang and she pulled it from her jean pocket, seeing the call was from detective Stots. She had a sneaking suspicion he wasn't calling about his and Nola's wedding plans.
"Hey Stots, me and Zay are already heading out to see what we can do about that… I guess it's a Gate, where are you and the MERC team?" Allie noticed that Zayvion had his own phone to his ear, having much the same conversation with a member of the Authority.
"Allie, we're tied up following some leads on a Breaker we're investigating, think you can handle it on your own." Stots asked, concerned. Allie had no idea what they were even dealing with, but it seemd like a Gate, and her boyfriend was Guardian of the Gates, even if it was a gigantic, weird Gate, Zayvion should still have no problem Closing it.
"I think me and Zay have got it covered. I'll call back if don't." Allie replied. Stots grunted and hung up. He really must have been busy to hang up so quickly.
"Alright Zay, now what do we do?" Allie asked, noticing Zayvion's conversation had ended as well.
"It looks like a Gate, feels like a Gate. I say we Close it. But we need to get closer… think you can handle an elevator?" Zayvion frowned down at Allie in concern. She most certainly still had a problem with elevators, they were still tight, claustrophobic death-traps after all. But ever since magic had been healed, Allie had been a little less claustrophobic.
"I think I can handle it." She replied. Zayvion nodded and they hurried into the nearest sky-scraper.
The elevator took the two of them straight to the top after only a couple minutes of not being able to breathe. Allie decided they would be taking the stairs on the way down. The wind was whipping like mad and Allie could taste electricity in the air, and feel a frightening sense of uncertainty, a lot like before the Wild Magic Storm that had hit Portland a few months back. It made her nervous.
"Zay… maybe Grounding it would be better? It feels like Wild Magic up here." Allie shouted over the wind. Zay smirked and took her hand.
"I think you're right, you do Ground, I'll do Close." Zayvion shouted back. Allie also felt his words in her mind and nodded. She felt the magic through the city's network below her and prepared to pull on it, chanting the words to Miss Mary Mack to calm her mind as she began to trace the glyph for Ground.
Simultaneously, Zayvion began drawing the glyph for Close. They both pulled magic, like one being, from the network and poured it into their glyphs even as they tied them together in a way only Soul Complements could. The silver-black glyphs over Zayvion's body flashed to life like fire, Allie felt the marks on her right arm flare with heat and electricity while the ones on her left went cold and numb, they cast the interwoven glyphs into the heart of the Gate, looking like a golden metallic fireball.
When it struck, the spell washed over the gate and it collapsed into golden energy which came rushing back to them, fast, too fast, almost eager. When it struck, Allie felt like hooks were tearing into her flesh and knew Zayvion felt the same. Then a Gate opened, around them, black and metallic-rainbow, like the Rift between Life and Death.
Oh Hells, was all Allie had time to think before all the hooks collapsed to a single painful pulling around her navel and she was viciously yanked through.
Jenny smiled. She liked to think her father would be proud of her, even though he had no idea she was still alive, even though she had been chasing him for years, really her entire life, without catching up to him. But she did his work, she followed in his footsteps, and she did not let herself become a soldier, because she knew her father hated soldiers, and she had learned why. Their race, once proud masters of all of time and space had been soldiers and they had destroyed themselves because of it, all but the two of them. So Jenny wandered time and space searching for any trace of him, the man whose DNA had been scrambled up to make her, the man who couldn't help but save those in need, and she did as he would do, wherever she went, she would help those in need, just like him.
"Excuse me Miss, might I interest you in some authentic Gallivar Jam from the Crepusculan Sector. For one so pretty as yourself, I could settle for only three credits a jar, a steal by anyone's standards!" A strange alien asked, he didn't fit in with the rest of the folk of this planet, seemed to be from an unrelated system, the Crepusculan Sector, Jenny might hazard to guess. She smiled and walked over to purchase the jam when suddenly the Vortex Manipulator on her wrist began to flash and wail. Jenny had learned how to adapt the machine to accept psychic signals, it often told her when and where huge things were going on, things that likely would attract the notice of her father, but would also serve, along with other sensors, at a make-shift sonic device, which was one thing she had never managed to procure. Jenny gasped when she looked at the readings from her psychic sensors.
"How is that even possible, it's like five completely different versions of the Time Vortex just decided to coexist for one moment, almost as if they were trying to accomplish a goal… but even a Vortex manipulator can't do something like that…could it be?" Jenny quickly spouted off, nearly as fast as her father might, then she spontaneously hugged the alien merchant. "It must be! No one but him could cause such massive effects in the Vortex, I just know it. I'm sorry, would have loved to try the jam… better yet, I'll get it to go." Jenny tossed the alien some coins, grabbed a jar then stepped away from the little kiosk. Then she saluted with a flourish and pressed a few buttons on her Vortex Manipulator, locking on to the impossible readings and initiating a jump.
Golden energy, like crackling electricity erupted around Jenny as the Time Vortex opened up to admit her, then with a loud crack she was gone, startled and confused, the shop-keeper never noticed the strange girl had overpaid nearly ten times the price for a jar of jam.
Lily Evans happily brewed her potions in peace, ignoring the thoughts swarming through her brain that demanded her attention. She was rather young yet to be worrying about love affairs, but those stupid boys just had to bring her into it, couldn't leave well enough alone. Lily Evans at that particular moment hated James Potter and Severus Snape, couldn't do anything but hate them, and brew a potion to cure Pixie Pox for extra credit from Slughorn.
When she had almost finished brewing the potion she turned around to see a ghost. She shrieked, nearly spilling her cauldron and destroying a corner of her room. She sighed when she found she hadn't and silently admonished herself for being scared of a ghost. Though looking at the silvery white image of a woman before her, Lily thought she looked more like a Patronus than a ghost.
"Hello Lily," the ghost said in a warm but hollow voice. "Some fool has decided to mess with the proper order of things and for some reason 'Lily Potter must be alive, resurrect her or something' is a dramatically important law of nature now. I do agree that a boy needs his mother, but there are rules about the finality of death! Especially when said death also provides plot-relevant protection to the main-character, but whatever, the voice of reason is unimportant, the laws of magic are tearing apart reality and I need you to come with me willingly or they won't sew back together." The silver ghost held out her had, a light smile on her face that Lily suddenly recognized.
"Mum! But… Mum's alive, just in the next room… how… why…" Lily trailed off, trying to find the right question to ask. The ghost laughed like a tinkling bell.
"Yes I suppose I do look like my mother, but no Lily, I'm you from… well from your future… sort of. You see, if the Lily from my Universe gets sent forward in time she won't live to marry James Potter and give birth to Harry Potter, who's the bloody Center of the Universe since the Mad Muggleborn decided to flip that damn switch." Lily stared at her older self, unable to speak.
"J-James Potter? I'm going to marry James Bloody Potter?" Lily was about to rant angrily at her older self for marrying that idiot when she put a silver finger to her lips and made the girl silent.
"He grows up, and so do I, but you won't marry James Potter, me being here split the Universe, we're now in the Universe where Lily Evans disappears the day before her twelfth birthday, now come along, we have a stop to make on the way. I really don't understand the arbitrariness of some of these requirements." Ghost-Lily sighed and shook her head, holding out her hand to her younger self once again.
Lily took the ghost's hands, call her petty, but she'd do anything not to have to marry James Potter. In an instant the girl and the ghost were in a new place and were somehow in a single adult body with a single mind, and two sets of memories.
"Thank goodness I don't have to actually exist like this, by the time the memories of this self are needed again only the important ones will be left and this won't feel so… Dissociative." Lily sighed as she walked toward her home in Godric's Hollow, well the home of a Lily Potter. "Really, who came up with these, a sex-starved college graduate who still lives with his mother? 'If there's a female Harry Potter, she and Harry will be able to use magic together and more importantly be able to remove that soul fragment before it's too late,'" Lily sighed again as she knocked on the door. The happy laughter she could hear inside ended, after a moment the door opened to reveal James, holding his wand in front of him. Lily's heart simultaneously fluttered longingly for her husband and turned in revulsion from her childhood rival, she really needed this multiple personality thing done with.
"Who the Hell are you? I know you're not my wife. And how did you get past the wards?" James leveled his wand, not fooled by the polyjuiced imposter of his wife standing before him, his real wife was upstairs with their daughter.
"In the name of the Marauders, Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs, I solemnly swear that I am up to no good, I demand entry, I got through the wards because, though I am not your wife, I am Lily Potter, let me in and I'll explain." Lily was in no mood for delays, but she knew her husband and herself were going to take a lot of convincing, she could already feel the headache coming on.
James stared dumbfounded. She had prefaced her statements with the exact code he and his wife used every time they were away from one another to make sure they were the real deal. How could an imposter know that? Even if they knew the secret of the Marauder's Map, how could they know the exact phrasing of the code? James let the other Lily inside and closed and locked the door, after checking around for any other copies of his friends and family. Lily came down the stairs, carrying little Rose, her eyes wide in shock, she raised her wand to strike.
"That's not me, James! Why did you let her in?" Lily stepped slowly and carefully, shielding her baby protectively.
"She said the code, exactly, Lil, and said outright that she wasn't my wife, that is you, only that she is somehow still Lily Potter." James shrugged. Cautiously, Lily lowered her wand and they all sat on the couch, after repeating the business with wands and explanations twice more with Remus and Sirius. Then Lily explained herself, telling the whole story of her son, Harry Potter, her death, and about the Mad Muggleborn re-writing all of history and how being merely a specter possessing the memories of Lily, she was compelled to act out the Universe's incessant demands.
"If it saved my little Rose from being treated like… like that by my own sister, I can understand, I would do exactly as you're doing, but you have to understand! I can't just give her to you, I can't just condemn her to a life without her mother to save your son… even if he is also my son… technically." Rose's Lily pleaded, looking down at her daughter, sadly.
"I understand… but I'm afraid you have no choice… I didn't want to tell you this… but…" Harry's Lily paused for a second. "Your Pettigrew has already betrayed you… Voldemort is coming here tonight… I don't know, maybe you can survive now, knowing he's coming, maybe you can ambush him and take him down, I know by this night I certainly had enough hatred to cast a Killing Curse in my Universe, but I know that if you give Rose to me, you can definitely keep the things that happened to Harry from happening to her. Arrangements have been made for her rearing and as to having a Lily Potter to care for her… let's just say I'll not be quite the same person as I am now, but I will make quite the twin sister for her." All the people in the room nodded solemnly. They all agreed it would be for the best, they didn't want the girl anywhere near Voldemort if he was coming to their home. Lily kissed her daughter, teary-eyed and handed her over to her doppelganger.
"I swear she will be well cared for by very very loving people. If I can I will arrange a way for you to see her if you…" Harry's Lily stopped, not wanting to say survive. Rose's Lily smiled with melancholy.
"Thank you. You don't know… well I suppose you probably do know how much that means to me, and thank you for that amazing gift." Rose's Lily then quietly shooed away her doppelganger and daughter, they needed to prepare to ambush Voldemort, they now knew about all the Horcruxes and were ready to rid their world of their Dark Lord sixteen years early. All the Marauders smiled as Harry's Lily left Godric's Hollow and the set to work.
Outside, Lily briskly walked away and disappeared, unnoticed by Voldemort who walked up to the house, into the waiting vengeance of the Marauders.
When the feeling of tugging and spinning finally subsided, Allie looked up, expecting to see the water-color hues of Death, instead, she saw a quiet suburban street in the dead of night. All cookie-cutter houses and perfect lawns, it almost made her sick. The place smelled clean, like there was no magic for miles, a sensation that was very foreign to Allie, who spent her entire life in Portland where people even used magic to wipe their ass and didn't hesitate to offload the price of pain to someone who needed fast cash or was serving a prison sentence.
There was no sign of the Gate that had brought them here, but Allie was still in battle-mode, who knew what was going on, if they weren't in Death, someone must have brought them here, a very dangerous, very powerful someone, someone who wouldn't take no for an answer. She and Zayvion groaned as they raised themselves from the ground, they could feel magic flowing deep below them and were ready to cast at a moment's notice, fingers poised, minds calm. Zayvion had even pulled his katana from his back. Allie silently cursed herself for not having hers.
The street was silent for a long time before a woman stepped out of the shadows. She wasn't trying to conceal herself and Allie didn't recognize her scent from the hundreds of profiles she had studied in college, oh Hells, we must be really far from home.
The woman came into view under the light of a street lamp. She was carrying a baby and a large stack of papers. She stopped far enough away so as not to seem threatening.
"I'm sorry you were so rudely pulled from your home, but really, there was no one who fit the specific requirements the Mad Muggleborn put on Lily and Rose's parents in any version of realty where people use magic the way we do. The Universe had to… improvise. Really 'a kind and loving couple who can teach them silent, wandless magic that Voldemort won't expect and who can cast magic together (for obvious reasons)' what kind of ridiculous requirements are those? If I ever get my hands on Kisrick, remind me to strangle that bastard. Anyway, Allison Beckstrom, there is fortunately not much documentation in the magical world in our Universe, which means there are a lot of ways to get the Muggle paperwork you both are going to need, I've got it all here, along with an extensive explanation of what's going on and how to file these forms properly with the Ministry of Magic and some directions to a few very important places. Any questions?" The woman walked a step closer, but stopped as Allie began to trace the glyph for Impact, smart girl.
"You're saying that Gate that pulled us through, brought us to another Universe? How is that even possible?" Zayvion was much calmer and much less vengeful than Allie, she hadn't had her coffee today and she had been getting used to magic not doing things to ruin her life all the time.
"If you don't believe me, you can use your abilities as Guardian of the Gates and see for yourself, as to how it's possible… frankly it isn't. But Kisrick cheated, he exploited a Rift between worlds in Cardiff and the as yet unhealed barrier between universes to bring you here. I wonder if Reality has some sense of utility though… Close would probably work on a Horcrux… oh well, no time for speculation, this form won't last much longer… quickly, take the baby." The woman became more and more insistent as she went on and took another step, holding out the baby and stack of paperwork when she began to shrink. Zayvion quickly grabbed the small bundle and stack in his own arms, arms that Allie wanted around her, in bed, with coffee, in Portland, but none of that seemed to be going her way, so she settled for just the arms later. When Allie turned back to the woman, she found nothing but a pile of clothes and a second auburn-haired baby.
"Well, that's just great, we're supposed to take care of her and she didn't really even answer our questions, didn't even tell us her name!" even as Allie ranted, she gently picked up the naked little baby, wrapping her up in the shirt she used to fill out. "We'll just have to raise you better than that this time around now won't we." The baby laughed when Allie began to tickle her. Zayvion chuckled as he flipped through the paperwork and instructions.
"Looks like she's Lily, and this little one is Rose," Zayvion mentioned. "I know we were talking about kids at some point… well, looks like we'll have our hands full of 'em." Allie chuckled in response.
"Not exactly what I had in mind, thought we'd be having a bit more…fun, beforehand." Allie and Zayvion both gazed deeply into eachother's eyes, full of love and need that they were both sure wasn't going to get proper attention that night.
"Well, apparently, thanks to this Kisrick fellow, the Universe has arranged to buy us a house on this street, number six." Zayvion stated. Allie looked around, she decided she hated it and would do everything in their power to move them to the nearest big city she could, as fast as she could, if not this Universe's version of Portland. While she was deep in thought Zayvion sneaked up to her and kissed her, quick but full of passion.
"Tomorrow we'll deal with this Ministry of Magic business. But Allie, I think we're going to have to stay here, the instructions say that the people at number four are going to be adopting an orphan tonight and might be abusive to him. We need to make sure that doesn't happen." Zayvion's eyes were pure gold, full of magic and anger, the guy really had a soft spot for kids. Allie smiled and nodded, she didn't want that either.
The two magic-users from another world walked into their new home. After the door closed, Zayvion quickly pulled magic into three glyphs for Ward, Impact, and Tangle. He had read some very disturbing things in the letter from Adult Lily, he didn't want any Dark Wizards breaking in without feeling some serious pain. For good measure he added Proxy so the intruder would pay for the magic used against them, after reading what this Voldemort and his Death Eaters were all about, he had no qualms casting dirty magic at them.
Adult Lily had done a good job furnishing the house with very hip furniture… for the early eighties… in England. Allie sighed, the whole place was very retro, she was so not into retro, she really wanted a whole lot that simply would not exist for another twenty years, but she still smiled at the little cribs, with Lily and Rose carved into them. She laid Lily, who was now asleep, into her crib and watched Zayvion do the same for Rose.
"Alright, now for this paperwork." Zayvion stated. Allie frowned and crossed her arms, quirking up one eyebrow. "What?"
"Zayvion Jones! Bedroom, now, no clothes, march!" Allie stated, pushing Zayvion out of the nursery, gently closing the door, to which Zayvion added protections to keep out anyone but him and Allie, then on down the hall to the bedroom. He grinned mischievously, setting the papers on a bedside table and disrobing. With a kiss, each felt the other's hot need spread through them and they fell to the sheets pulling off clothes and entangling limbs in wanton desire.
Jenny was very disappointed. Her Vortex manipulator had dropped her off in a tiny village in front of a wrecked old house, on Earth, in 1981. Her father was nowhere to be seen, nor were any strange people or events, except perhaps the wreckage of the house. She checked the psychic sensors on her Vortex Manipulator again. It said that who or whatever was at the center of things was somewhere in the wreckage. She sighed and trudged over, wading through scraps that a perception filter kept trying to tell her weren't there.
"Well, that's odd, didn't really notice that perception filter before, where'd that come from, I wonder?" Jenny mused to herself. As she drew nearer to the epicenter of the blast she heard a baby crying in pain and despair. She was horrified to see the burned corpses of what must be the child's parents. Strangely though, as she reached the epicenter, just beside the mother's corpse, she found a starburst shaped almost like a bird, a heart or maybe a doe, of pristine ground with the baby's crib in the center.
Jenny used some of the sensors in her Vortex Manipulator to scan the pattern and the baby. She was shocked by what she found. He was surrounded by an intensely powerful protective field almost like the one the TARDIS was known to employ, and according to her readings, he had two fragments of consciousness attached to his own. One fragment was fiercely fighting off the other one, which was trying desperately to fully latch on to the baby, and it was losing. Jenny, ever helpful, picked up the baby, allowing the protective field to read her mind and find no harmful intent, then she touched her forehead to the baby's and delved into his mind.
The protective fragment was fighting off severe malicious intent, eroding away the worst of the other fragment's memories and desires first, knowing it was weaker and hoping to save Harry from the worst of it. So you're name's harry, nice to meet you. The baby's consciousness at one year old was very small and simple.
Help Mama, Harry said, struggling to frame his thoughts well enough to convey them. Jenny smiled, which filled the boy's mind with reassurance. She turned to the battle, the image of the burned woman she had seen beside the protected crib was tearing at a monstrous creature that seemed part man and part snake, even as it tore at her, they were canceling out, and Lily was much weaker than it, but she knew she could cripple it enough so it wouldn't be able to harm her son.
Mind a hand, Lily? Jenny asked, sending a spear of orange energy through the creature, which she now knew was called Voldemort. Lily stared at her, wide-eyed, like an ant staring at a mountain she was incapable of perceiving the depths and power of a Timelord's mind.
Thank you, Jenny. Is it possible to get rid of it? Lily looked in disgust at the twisted soul of Voldemort, hardly able to believe he was human any longer. Jenny frowned. She should have been able to take the fragment out of Harry, but some distant, powerful force was anchoring it in place.
I don't understand why, but I can't. But I can cripple it like you were planning on doing, leaving only its knowledge and power behind. Jenny and Lily both smiled as they tore Voldemort apart. Once the work was done, they left only the bare minimum behind, a dark nasty spiteful core. Jenny noticed it also opened a telepathic link to seven other locations, but dared not try and use it, she tried her best to close the link, but could only constrict it, not fully close it.
After their work crippling Voldemort was done, Lily smiled at Jenny. Thank you so much Jenny, I don't know what to say, you've allowed me to stay with my son, to keep protecting him, perhaps one day even to make him aware of my presence, is there any way a disembodied soul fragment can show her gratitude? Jenny smiled back, leaving her own protection inside Harry as she separated their minds.
If the Doctor had known what she did, he would have said it was foolish and stupid, but he had not raised her, had not taught her how precious regeneration energy was, how important it was to keep all of the Timelord essence to herself, but he hadn't, and as his daughter was truly her father's child, she gave young Harry a piece of herself, an extra layer of protection, one regeneration. If his mother's protections ever failed him and he was killed, he would regenerate just like a Timelord.
Lily had no way of understanding what was going on, but she felt what Jenny had left, and thanked the woman again, even though she could no longer be heard, then Lily wrapped up all the bad memories from the night and separated them from the rest of her son, pulling them along with her to a back corner of the child's mind, away from the child's awareness. It would be much better for Harry to grow up without her niggling every little thought and choice, a boy needed his privacy, and with nothing better to do, Lily began to practice her occlumency, she was never very good at it, but she wanted her privacy as well, it would be better to erect a wall between them, she would add a door later, and it would be useful to her if she needed to protect him from a mental attack before he learned the skills himself. More importantly at the moment, it gave her something to do.
Jenny smiled as her eyes fluttered open, Harry was happily sucking his thumb and pulling on one of her blonde locks.
"Hey now, mister, behave." She said, pulling the hair from his grasp as he laughed and burbled happily. An alarm sounded on her Vortex Manipulator. Jenny frowned and checked the readings. Apparently, the psychic sensors detected she was about to make a choice that would affect a fixed point, she sadly realized she couldn't bring the boy with her, he had to be found alone in the wreckage by someone else, but she would definitely visit him and perhaps one day she would follow in her father's footsteps and take him on adventures as her first companion. She planted a kiss on his forehead and left with it a promise to visit often and take him on adventures when he was old enough if he wanted. The baby smiled and giggled excitedly.
Jenny set Harry down and tickled his little belly before another alarm rang out on her Vortex Manipulator. It said someone else was coming and if she was seen it would affect a fixed point in time. Jenny rolled her eyes. This kind of incessant nagging was exactly why she tried to avoid fixed points in history altogether. She quickly tiptoed away to hide in some trees and watch from afar. A man walked through the wreckage with a swagger like he owned the place, wearing fantastically patterned robes and a long beard to rival Merlin or Santa Claus himself, Jenny should know, she'd met them both. As the old man walked around he tutted sadly, seeing the burnt bodies of Lily and her husband. He pulled a long knobby stick from inside his robes which her Vortex Manipulator's sensors were telling her he was employing to scan for energy signatures on a band of frequencies that Jenny found puzzling. Adjusting her own sensors to that band, she gasped as she detected several discharges that had occurred a few hours before and, to her amusement, the protective field around Harry and the Perception field around the wrecked house.
She noticed the protective field flare angrily when the old man tried to touch Harry, singing his fingers. He stepped back in astonishment. Jenny was ready to stand up and protect Harry from the man but an alarm on her Vortex Manipulator told her not to interfere. She huffed and sat down, watching as the man used his stick again, producing a shimmering silver bird. Her sensors told her it was made of protective energy just like the protective field around Harry. When he spoke to the bird, its wavelength shifted slightly, the protection centered on the message instead of the person.
Oh, that's clever, Jenny thought, poring in detail over the sensor data as the silver bird flew away at great speed. Then the old man began gathering energy into his body. The way he did it reminded Jenny of how a Vortex Manipulator worked, however, this energy seemed to be flowing through leylines in the Earth rather than those in space and time, and thus would be bound to the present and to the Earth, but interesting nonetheless.
When the old man released the energy, there was a loud crack as his matter was converted into the same energy and absorbed into the leyline. Yep, works just like the Vortex Manipulator, Jenny mused to herself. After a few minutes, there was a loud rumbling in the sky as a motorcycle flew through the air and touched down in the wreckage. A huge man with another impressive beard got off the back and looked at the burned bodies and sobbed loudly, then, wiping the tears from his face, he tromped over to Harry, who had started crying along with the giant.
"Oh now, don' you cry too, li'l one, it's goin' ter be jus' fine, trus' uncle Hagrid." Once Hagrid had stopped crying and began crooning at the baby, Harry had begun giggling and grabbed the man's nose, squeezing playfully. Hagrid laughed and tucked Harry into his arm as he mounted the motorcycle and took off into the sky.
Satisfied that Harry was probably safe, Jenny changed her sensors' settings to scan for energies associated with alien technology. In all her research she had never managed to find information on how to detect a TARDIS, but so long as she found aliens on Earth, she would eventually find the Doctor, that was practically a law of the Universe.
She smiled. Not far away, in Wales, she detected a psychic field, consistent with a Psychophage Cat from the planet Ailuropsica. Jenny set the coordinates and jumped through space, but not time.
Jack Harkniss grimaced as his partner collapsed to the ground, clutching her head. This cat was one of the most annoying things that had ever come through the Rift. It had already killed several people, leaving them brain-dead and drooling on the ground. It used perception filters to stalk its prey, which all around made it one slippery son of a bitch, and to top matters off it had the nerve to say his haircut looked stupid. Jack Harkniss took great pride in getting his hair just so and now some alley-cat from the ass-crack of the galaxy has the nerve to taunt him? He pulled the sonic gun from his waist and fired at a bunch of trash cans.
The cat's perception filter disappeared revealing what looked, to the average observer, like nothing more than a cloudy-spotted Maltese cat only a little larger than normal. But looks were deceiving. It's eyes went red and it hissed, filling Jack's mind with taunts and profanities that probably seemed pretty bad to the podunk little puss, but to Jack they were as tame and contrite as a nun's chastity belt, if she had one. It really wasn't sporting if they didn't, Jack had found.
Jack threw a sonic cage at the cat which dashed away just in time. Jack was about to curse and chase after it when suddenly his sonic detected the signature of a Vortex Manipulator. Then, a sprightly young thing bounced out from the alleyway the cat had dashed down, her blond waves captured in a cute little pony tail, a satisfied smirk on her face. She wore a military green top, camo pants and combat boots. On her wrist was a highly modified Vortex Manipulator. The Psychophage Cat was mewling like a scolded kitten as it hung in her hand by the tail.
"Lost a Psychophage Cat by any chance?" The girl asked, smiling brightly. Jack had to stop himself from flirting, it was business hours after all, but she was delectable. She threw the cat into the sonic cage, activating it. "ooh! Sonic, good show."
Jack cleared his throat before speaking. "Thanks for all the help miss, but in accordance with the Shadow Proclamation…" Jack started, then stopped. Technically the Shadow Proclamation only barred more advanced species from interfering with class 5 planets. The girl seemed to be human, which meant she was protected by the same loophole that Jack was.
"I know, I know. I figured my dad might be here when I detected alien tech was all, I promise I won't interfere with the evolution of the human race… unless it's to save it from extinction, I think that's listed as an acceptable extenuating circumstance in one article or another. You haven't happened to see a thin guy, kinda pale, really messy hair, in a ratty old coat and pinstriped suit, have you?" The girl rambled a lot like some Jack knew well, someone who very much fit the description she had given of her father. Well, this was a new development.
"You can't be… talking about the Doctor, can you?" Jack asked carefully, if he was wrong, this would be very embarrassing. The girl smiled excitedly, Jack smiled in return.
"So you do know him? Oh, brilliant, I was starting to wonder if I ever would find any trace of him. Well, introductions, introductions. I'm Jenny, haven't got a proper Timelord name yet, just a boring human one, I'm hoping Dad will give me a proper name if I can find him, oh I'm rambling, sorry, I've found I do that a lot." Jenny babbled on, completely forgetting Jack was going to answer in kind with his name. He chuckled lightly. Jeez, she's just like him.
"Jack Harkniss, a former companion of the Doctor, I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm dead , so unfortunately I can't contact him for you." Jack shrugged, a little dejected to find out that she wasn't his way of finding the Doctor either.
"That's funny, the last person I found who knew the Doctor said the same thing… word for word, you wouldn't happen to be a thousand-year-old giant face would you?" Jenny asked, pursing her lips and checking various energy bands with her sensors for perception fields.
"I'm not entirely sure what that's supposed to mean, but no, I'm just a human, not your run-of-the-mill human mind, but human." Jack replied stepping closer. "And did you say you were a Timelord, I've always wanted to know what Timelords were like…" he trailed off, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"Hun, you couldn't handle me." Jenny said smiling and patting Jack patronizingly on the cheek, handing him a slip of paper. "That Psychic Paper messages directly to my VM, please tell me if Dad turns up, will you?" Jack smiled and shook his head.
"Sure thing, Jenny, but don't think I'm put off by one little pat." Jack replied, ready to begin another full barrage of flirtations.
"Look up the story of the first Olympics on planet Harvos. You'll find the original purpose was to determine who was the most sexually skilled male on the planet and thus fit to marry and please their princess. One event was to attempt to pleasure one particular woman from a distant world. That was me, the princess asked for my help because she didn't want to marry and her father would only stop the wedding if none of them could 'stir the foreign cunt's passions.' There are extremely detailed records of some of the more creative attempts, if you can handle that, maybe then we'll talk." Jenny winked then disappeared in a flash of golden light as her Vortex Manipulator activated.
Later that night, Jack accessed some archives from a library on Harvos. He read the accounts of the games wide-eyed. There were some things in there that he had never even thought could be done. He had to admit, he may have met his match with this bird, but that only made him want her more.
As to why Allison Becktrom Magic and Harry Potter magic are compatible, the way I see Harry Potter magic, while probably not how Rowling saw it, is very similar to the Allison Beckstrom Magic system, so I just decided that since I wanted to include Allie and Zay, I'd let them have their same magic system. I haven't decided whether they'll do wand magic or not yet.
As to the arbitrariness of some of the changes: A. Kisrick's plan is supposed to be confusing and insane. B. if there's no obvious reason for anything in the story, the answer is "because I wanted it in there" which I hinted at with some of Ghost-Lily's comments, this will mainly be for cute, funny, or awesome things, but feel free to ask me if you want, I'll still answer.
As to Pairings, I have absolutely no idea what I'm gonna do with romance in this story, with the exception of obvious ones (AlliexZayvion for instance), but if you want to speculate I'll tell you I'm not much a fan of Ginny, though I might change her to make her more interesting, I am a fan of Hermione, Luna, and Tonks, take that as you will. furthermore, I will state flat out there will be NO HarryxDraco, HarryxSnape, LilyxSnape, RosexSnape. and will try to avoid weird ShinjixRei type things (if you never watched Evangelion this means: HarryxLily and HarryxRose) and I'm not going to answer about JennyxJack, Jenny has already told me what she thinks of Jack and doesn't want him to hear ;3