"He's-he's alive!"

"Ugh..." Harry groaned. His head was pounding. "Be quiet, I'm trying to sleep..." His eyes flashed open to reveal a rather unfamiliar ceiling. He sat up, wincing as an IV pulled at his skin.

"Hey, calm down. You're fine." Japanese? Hmm. Being a magical polyglot had benefits, he supposed.

Switching to the Far Eastern language, he turned to the voice, which revealed a woman who, from her clothes, was probably a nurse. "Where am I?"

"Nerv-HQ."

"Nerv...You aren't connected to Gehrin-Hakone by any chance?"

"Gehrin was reorganized into Nerv, actually. Do you remember your name?"

"Harry...Harry Potter. I was a researcher at Gehrin-London."

"Alright." She wrote something down. "How are you feeling?"

"Not bad, actually. I'm a pretty fast healer, once I come to."

"I noticed. Would you be willing to talk to someone, to verify your identity?"

"I suppose."

She pushed a button on her clothes, before speaking. "He's all good." What is this, Star Trek?

A minute of silence passed, before a click of heels pattered down the hall outside. "Dismissed," spoke an unfortunately familiar voice.

"Gendo Ikari..."

"You claim to be Harry Potter, no?"

"I do. I assume you recognize your own best friend."

"I was drunk, as you well know." The man shook his head. "You'd want to know the date, I imagine. Nerv was officially mobilized for action yesterday."

"I slept that long?" He sighed. "Of course I did. How's my family?"

"Not well. I had them relocated to Germany, since Hadrian's Wall broke." Not the Roman one, of course. But humans were nothing if not sentimental, so the wall kept back the ocean rather than barbarians. "Your daughter's memories of you were masked, as you asked. Unfortunately, the Contact Experiment for Unit-02 went wrong."

"What do you mean?"

"Her soul, along with most of her sanity, was absorbed into the Evangelion. She later hung herself."

Harry's eyes unfocused, as he forced his composure in line. "As Seele predicted, I suppose. How is Anwen?"

"She goes by Asuka, now - Asuka Langley-Sohryu."

"Langley...as in the German UN bureaucrat?"

"He was put in charge of Nerv-Berlin. He would act as Asuka's father in exchange for my recommendation." His nose twitched, one of the man's few tells. "Horrible choice, I can tell you, but not many are bachelors wealthy enough to mask Seele's suspicion. Anyway, Asuka isn't in a good place right now, as you might guess, and all our psychologists - as usual - are busy."

"Of course." Harry sighed. "Where's my wand?"

"Here." The man handed over the incredibly valuable tool. "I had to confiscate it, so nobody took it."

Harry gave a lazy wave, conjuring up an already-soaked towel. "At least my magic hasn't gotten any worse..." He grabbed the towel, washed his face off, then vanished it. He stood up, and conjured up a kimono, the only Japanese clothes he could remember.

"Harry, you look ridiculous."

"So you're the Third Child, pilot of Unit 01."

"Uh...yes, yes sir."

"How appropriately... underwhelming. Shinji Ikari, no?"

"Yes, Mr..."

"Potter, Harry Potter. You don't have the demeanor of a warrior, Young Ikari."

"Uh..."

Harry smirked. "I remember what it was like, fighting a war I didn't want...but my days on the front line are finished. Yours, however, are not."

"Uh, Mr. Potter, do you work with my father?"

"I did, and I imagine I will again. At the moment, though, I appear to be a freelance therapist." Harry fell into that pose that Gendo had totally stole from him. "Tell me, Shinji, what do you know of Yui Ikari?"

"My mother...? I don't know much of anything. She died when I was little."

Harry snorted. "Yui had a tendency to do that."

"You...knew my mother?"

"Her best friend was my wife, yes. You wouldn't know, though. They were like oil and water, those two. Your father and I appeared closer, and...well, you've met Gendo Ikari."

Shinji smiled a little at that.

Harry leaned his head back. "Just you wait until you meet my daughter, though. She's...a personality, or so I've heard."

"The United Nations Pacific Fleet...certainly a large escort for one Eva. Ultimately useless, however."

"Useless? The pride of the UN forces? Really?" The admiral's voice was dripping with sarcasm.

"The AT Field is much to powerful for something simple like bullets."

"I don't believe in all this AT mumbo-jumbo. In all my time, I've never seen something invincible to sheer firepower."

Harry snorted. "Catch." He tossed over his pistol. "Shoot me."

After a brief look to make sure Harry was serious - he was - he did. Of course, the bullet bounced off a strategically placed Protego. "Proof?" Harry walked off, not waiting for a reply. "Come along, Lieutenant, Shinji."

"What was that!" asked Katsuragi, as soon as they were out of earshot.

"That, Major, was magic. The study of it, and its connection to AT Fields, was the purpose of Gehrin-London, also known as the Department of Mysteries. Anyway, we have people to see. Could you radio on the..." he searched his memories for a brief moment, trying to remember Gehrin's usual frequency, "7th level to all Nerv-connected individuals to report to the bow fifteen seconds ago?"

"Yes, sir." She did have military training, it seems.

Within a few minutes, two people, a man and a young teen girl, met them. "Mr. Kaji, Miss Langley-Sohryu." He spoke the dual surname with a bit more venom than intended.

Ryoji Kaji looked at him, his head tilted ever so slightly. "Are you...Harry Potter?"

"At your service."

The girl - his daughter - turned towards Kaji. "Who's he?"

"Harry Potter was the foremost researcher on what makes you Eva pilots unique - the Marduk Institute actually was dedicated in his name. More importantly for you, though, he was your mother's first husband." The man had a subtle telling look in his eyes. So he knows.

"So you left my mother?" There was a tranquil fury to the girl, which Harry knew meant trouble.

"After a fashion...I died, actually." At her expression, he added, "I was only mostly dead, which means I was still somewhat alive. I only returned to the world of reality about a week ago."

Her eyes softened a tiny bit, but her body language did not. "So you knew her?"

"Fairly well, I'd like to think. We went to school together. But…" He gazed out over the ocean. "Now isn't the time. An Angel is coming."

"Harry?"

"Yes, honey?"

"Yui wants you to call. Apparently there's some emergency."

"Some emergency? What, did Gendo lose a hand again?"

"I doubt it...but it sounded urgent."

"Alright." He dialed up the woman, and it was picked up on the first dial.

"Harry?"

"Hey, Yui. What's up?"

"You remember Dr. Katsuragi, right?"

"The crazy guy who went on about the Super Solenoid Reaction?"

"That's the one. He was on an expedition to Antarctica, as you've probably heard. They found and awoke the First Angel."

"You mean..."

"Yep, the one from the Dead Sea Scroll Apocrypha."

Harry cursed. "Let me guess. The Land Down Under went kaboom."

"You have about three hours until the British Isles are drowned."

Harry pulled a paper out of his desk, wrote a bit, then stamped it. "Alright. As of now, Unspeakable Granger now has Emergency Clearance. Direct any more through her." He hung up.

A quick charm broadcasted his voice throughout the Ministry of Magic. "Emergency! This is a Code Merlin! I repeat, a Code Merlin! All employees, battle stations!"

Within a brief minute, Harry, along with the Minister, the Supreme Wugwump and a few other department leaders were gathered in first's office. "Gentlemen, the possible end of humanity itself is upon us."

"What do you mean? There hasn't been Dark activity in ages."

Harry transfigured the top of his desk into Antarctica, complete with a First Angel and the Katsuragi Expedition. "I just recieved notification from a trusted source that an Antarctic expedition discovered a beast called the First Angel, or Adam. They did...something, we aren't sure what as of yet, that caused it to go ballistic. You all have heard of the Hydrogen Bomb, I presume?" It was standard for Ministry Personnel to be briefed on Muggle weaponry. "The Angel was made of much heavier elements, in all likelihood, and it was much bigger. Antarctica - the largest continent - is no more."

"Merlin..." someone muttered.

"That's an understatement. If we don't take action, everybody in the British Isles will drown."

The Minister's eyes widened. "You don't mean..."

"Dumbledore's last."

Percy Weasley smirked. "I've no objections."

"Wait...what do you mean?"

"Dumbles, being the paranoid man he was, left a plan for erecting a shield around the Isles. It isn't permanent, but it'll allow us to evacuate." He paused. "Unfortunately, as I'll be erecting it, I won't be able to leave, not until it collapses."

"So..."

"I'll need you all to organize evacuation." He smirked, standing up. "Godspeed, ladies and gents. We've got people to save."

Harry was chanting slowly. Unspeakables to the cardinal directions were doing the same, noble souls who volunteered their lives. And they don't know I'm not sacrificing mine... Functional immortality was a pain sometimes. "Kupulumutsa miyoyo...yathu ndi osathandiza kupulumutsa ana...athu aamuna ndi akazi mdima waima zowawa...ndi imfa mutipulumutse kwa chitetezo tsopano." Over and over the chant rang, like a song.

The cruel Angel's song...Harry thought, feeling clever, though he wasn't sure why. "...tsopano." He felt a tug on his magic as the barrier was finally erected. He rose to his feet, and spoke to the men and women around him. "Ladies, Gents, thank you. It's done."