This outline has been running around in my head for awhile so I hope it goes somewhere. As usual this is defiantly Mature so be pre-warned. With 650,000 HP stories out there I have probably stepped on someone's toes, for that I apologize. I am having fun and it's addicting, so on with my attempt at writing or scribbling in my case. You get it as I write it and it's as fast as I can put the words down on the screen.
If you look past my grammar etc, you may find a story, then maybe not. This will contain lot of character bashing, character death and not book compliant and a bit spaced out.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners i.e. J.K. Rawlings, J. Michael Straczynski, etc. The original characters and plot are the property of the author i.e. J.K. Rawlings, J. Michael Straczynski etc. This work is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. Not for sale or profit but hopefully the enjoyment of the reader.
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Chapter 1—I did, I was, I am?
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I wished to die but somehow thinking of it didn't work. This time I will make sure. My first five years was a life of being ignored, slapped, and just treated like garbage. Since then it has only gotten unbearable. Vernon has beaten me for the last time, I know that my arm is broken as nothing hurts that badly and no arm has that many twists and turns. I know I have broken ribs, I just don't know how many. My back is bloodied and so is my face. They have gone to sleep as the snoring is shaking the house. I have finally unlocked and opened the cupboard under the stairs, now if I can only get from here to the kitchen. I crawl as my legs are not working too good, the pain is almost too much to bear; I am getting close to my destination the cabinet under the sink. I stop to rest for a minute and start to laugh when Petunia finds the trail of blood over her spotless floors. I continue to the cabinet after coughing up a good amount of blood. I use my good arm to open the cabinet but the stupid bottles won't open with one hand. I put the bottle under my broken arm and use my good hand to open the bottle. Soon, I must not rush; I must have more open to make sure. Finally I have all of them open, the soap, the drain cleaner, and the others. Now I just have to make sure I keep them down until they have all been drunk. Shit the pain is too much and I have thrown up most of what I have drunk, god the pain. Just a few bottles more and I should be free.
The Dursley's almost made it, their freak was dead and they decided to dump the body in some forest for the animals to eat. Unfortunately their son Dudley had thrown a candy wrapper out the window and they got caught for littering. The problem was when the police opened the boot they found a body of a child or what was left of one.
The papers made a big deal of child abuse and the death most horribly of a five year old child. With all the broken bones, cuts and scars there was no question of child abuse. All of the poisonous substances were therefore credited to the Dursley's family. No one would believe a child would drink all those poisons voluntarily. They put Vernon and Petunia away for a long time. With all the gossip in the neighborhood the lorry hitting and killing a batty old cat lady was secondary news to pass around. The mundane boy was buried with no mourners only a couple of press reporters. The magical world hummed along with no worries and no idea that their savior was dead and buried. In the opulent office of Albus Dumbledore the silver objects on his fire-place mantel hummed and smoked as if nothing had happened. Something was off in the Universe.
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A Galaxy away:
The universe turned and in that universe were a race of things called the Vorlons. They had a problem with the human race. No the human race was as a bug under their feet but the human race had developed earlier then heard of and then came a space station called Babylon Five, AGAIN! The first station disappeared yet the humans had built another and called it Babylon Five. The Vorlons had been around for long before earth was a planet and that was a long time. They found that earth had humans just like the ones on the space station so they wanted to investigate. This species of humanoids was disturbing. Civilized entities did not grab other live entities and experiment on how they worked or their thoughts and functioned. They had other sub-cultures for that purpose. Since earth was a new planet they decided to take a specimen and evaluate its potential. The real reason was the entire area around the planet seemed to be unstable as if there was a tare in the quadrant. To their credit the Vorlons thought that they could not morally take a live entity for experiment so they decided to take a recently dead subject from earth, restore it, and then experiment to find what was so special about the humans. They should have known after millenniums of existence that there was more to life then themselves, there was the universe, the cosmos and other things that went bump in the night. This planet called Earth was extremely young and should not have been causing all these problems or phenomenons.
They identified a disturbance on a large island on the planet, so they sent a scout ship to investigate. The scouts reported a battle being waged like they had never encountered before. Beings were pointing rods at each other, causing injuries death and destruction. Not technology but what appeared to be magic. Within a short time the majority of the battlers were dead. Two last survivors on the open field were now battling. A green line of light left one and hit the other. The scouts watched as the one hit, fell dead and the other disappeared. They grabbed the last dead fighter, put it into a stasis chamber and headed for the mother ship.
AND THEN IT BEGAN!
They would trained the subject with knowledge and record every aspect of its learning, response and reaction times. They the would learned that this one learned quickly and would utilize every and all that it knew so they would give it more information and it would absorbed that knowledge. Their machines scanned and probed the subject. They would take everything the human knew and had experienced and analyzed all aspects and capabilities. During this time the Vorlons ship was progressing back to their home world in another galaxy when their machines dropped a couple of tiny pieces of information that stopped them cold.
They found that the human race was their replacement, not tomorrow but in a hundred years or a thousand this species would thrive and rule the universe as the Vorlons currently did. The Vorlons then uncovered the world of Harry Potter as it was now affecting the Vorlons. They had just taken the subject out of stasis once again and were preparing for their next space jump. Reports were coming in that the planet Earth had just disappeared just as they found that the scar on his forehead was not just a scar but 'the' tear in the universe. They had the equivalent of a bomb on board that could possibly tear their home world to shreds.
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A few space jumps ago:
What the hell, where am I, I know that killing curse hit me so I am dead. SHIT!
Morgana! what in the hell are those things, they look like eight foot tall twin monsters.
"Human fear not, you are observing us in our…you would call them space suits. These containers allow us to breathe our atmosphere while existing in yours."
"Who are you, where am I …" A raised hand stopped my rant but not the fear that accompanied it.
They explained that to worry or fret would do me no good. It was explained to me that after they brought me back to life they had taken me to their space ship deep in space. They were the Vorlons as if that meant something. They wanted to know who I was, what I did and how old I was, then they dragged in a machine on wheels that flashed and had way to many cable for my liking. I was somewhat relieved that I did not see knives or needles like I could imagine from some horror film. Other than this strangeness I was feeling great and I had no injured which made me very happy. There of course was the fact that I was no longer in Kansas Toto. After twenty-five years of pain, manipulation and just who was trying to hurt me next, I could only die again and that would be another nice fix I had gotten into. They attached dozens of cable from the machine to me and it began. I didn't even try to struggle as I was already strapped down.
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Command referred the problem to the supreme council and they decided to monitor area for any abnormalities in that quadrant. There was also their little experiment on Harry Potter, it needed to continue for a bit longer. They were curious and fearful of the temporal time distortions now showing around the scar on Harry Potter's forehead.
One day of the many that the machine was attached to Harry Potter the room suddenly shifted and the Vorlons monitors found themselves elsewhere with a baby and a man attempting the baby's death. The room shifted back and the Vorlons were now sweating. What if Harry shifted their whole ship and to where? Their worries had no answer but to complicate things, that planet called Earth had just re-appeared.
The Vorlon council of elders had knowledge of time distortion but not like this, they ordered the return of Harry Potter to Earth while the Vorlons home world prepared to retreat further back into another distant galaxy. Their minions would monitor up close while the Vorlon Empire stayed safe and unknown to the new human race.
There presented a problem. Space travel was quick over the long distances of space using tunnel like portals but a direct one tunnel hop was not possible from their location. The ship departed as it would take major hops to return to Earth. Meanwhile Harry learned a few things that were quite advanced over the planet earth's technology and knowledge. The Vorlon's had technology that he could not understand but he now had the basic knowledge. As any child on Earth I had learned what knob turned on the radio and that it spun to the right and how much to get the right level of sound. The same applied to Volon's technology in the room I was confined in, the basic knowledge was at a different level of complexity and knowledge. Their food dispenser was the best example. Push the wrong symbol in your sequence and that nice steak you expected could turn into something that looked and smelled like nothing you would consider eating.
"Harry!" called the deep and chilling voice from the Vorlon's suit speaker. "The council has advised us that there is a good possibility that this time distortion is likely to recur before we can get you back to Earth. We are going to try to leave one of our communicators when we arrive. We then can be sure where that room is located as well if it is on the planet Earth."
"You are going to leave a MT-43 communicator just lying around?" I asked.
"Yes, any tampering with the device will cause a large hole somewhere."
"Just didn't think you would leave a weapon, transporter and communicator just for any one to pick up" I was really surprised as the MT-43 was dangerous if you didn't know how to use the cigarette size device.
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I was getting a little bit of cabin fever. This was the only room that had my type atmosphere. So I ate, sleep and did all my fun stuff in that one room with at least one Vorlon present at all times.
The time distortion happened again and I realized that it was a handsome Tom Riddle and the baby was me. While I was realizing what I was seeing and how stupid it was of me not to put it together in the first place. The Vorlon was putting the MT-43 into a stuffed werewolf doll. No one in the room noticed us, this was all too surreal.
The next time it happened we were just entering past Mars when a Harry Potter moment happened. The twenty-five year old Harry Potter shimmered and disappeared from the Vorlon ship.