Tron Legacy: Rewired

by robert32514

For ten years, Harry Potter has been missing. When he is found, he and his reunited friends journey with him to Center City to meet his cousin Sam Flynn. But upon finding out new information about the disappearance about Kevin Flynn, Sam and the Golden Trio find themselves entering a world only dreamed of. Questions will be asked and answers will be found. Can it stop a war?

1. Chapter 1

Tron Legacy Rewired

Prologue

I do not own Harry Potter or Tron

J. K. Rowling and Disney does

Positive reviews are welcome

Authors note:

This fanfic has been on my mind for the last five years since I first saw Tron Legacy. I have wanted to tell a story about Harry and Sam. About a relationship they both learn of and have towards one another that neither knew about for a long time and how with Sams help, Harry will discover a new adventure awaiting him and Sam, and maybe more as this will take place several years after his final adventure in Europe. He and Sam will be joined by Hermione and Ronald and will find themselves in a world only dreamed about the mind of the genious that was and is Kevin Flynn.

I hope I do both Harry Potter and Tron justice in how I tell this story and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I am enjoying writing it.

Prologue

Ten years after the end of the second Blood War

Harry James Potter had disappeared. Many of his remaining friends and adopted family had searched both high and low for him within their realm, hoping for any sign of him, including the newly restored Ministry of Magic of Britain. Too bad they couldn't think to look outside of their world.

Hermione had watched as at first, Ginervra Weasley had fallen into a depression after his disappearance for a time, but as before, she got back up and shook it off, and found solace and comfort in another Wizard.

Hermione didn't really pay attention to whom as she and Ronald thought of the many places he could be. Grimmauld Place was out as though it was locked down tight. Kreature would make one final appearance, even if for a moment and let them know that his master figured they would seek him there and would sadly disappoint them of that notion as he needed time to himself, before popping away again without divulging anything else. Even Andromeda Tonks was tight lipped about her grandsons Godfather without giving away the idea that she knew of Harry's plans and his location.

It would take some time and whether by fate or by chance, that Hermione would catch his more than recognizable messy mane of hair while taking Ronald sight seeing with her parents after their memories were restored and their having returned home from the Land Down Under or it's appropriate name, Australia.

Though her mother and father were upset with her at first at what she had done, they understood that their daughter had made an adult decision, a decision that saved their lives, and for that, they were not only grateful, but able to forgive her as well.

They had just visited the 'Big Ben' Clock Tower when she spotted that familiar head of hair within the huge crowd. So shocked was she, that Ronald had to wave a hand in front of her face to get her attention.

After she managed to come back to reality, she tried to find him again amidst the crowd of civilians and would not do so for several years more as she and others, the Weasleys, and even several members of their former D.A. group would scour most of the muggle side of Britain whenever they had the time until, with a stroke of luck, they found him at a pier inside of what could be construed as a miniature apartment-like complex made out of what looked like a shipping container.

It was late at night as it had been over an hour since the sun fell, and he was seen from a far, fixing the engine of what looked like Sirius Blacks magically altered bike that now as they got closer, had looked like Harry was in the middle of repairing and upgrading with todays modern bike parts and some technology, redesigning it as it were for even greater speeds with a bit more magic and magical components added to it. He currently had clearly taken the engine out of the frame and was going to work on it as a whole slew of tools was set all around him on the floor with a plain green hard backed book on his left, his feet tucked under him, while the engine was set on a low table before him. His head was lowered while they all clearly saw he was shirtless, and yet was wearing a black set of jeans and socks. A set of boots were clearly seen off to the side of the room. His back, sweaty as it was, was able to shine in the apartments light and reveal to them the many scars that adorned his back due to the many years of abuse he endured since he was a child at the hand of the Dursley family, plus the many adventures he had while being a part of the Wizarding World, though it wasn't as long as it should have been as his rights and wants had been ignored by those who held power for too long.

He was clearly changed physically as he was bigger than he was when last seen, as the musculature of his back was clearly defined and toned, and maybe even a bit tanned.

As his head was down and his back was to all of those who slowly approached, they all staggered back a step as each and every one of them had struck a barrier or ward that would not let them pass onto the property.

A ward that only allowed Harry to be the only one on the said property.

When they managed to straighten themselves up, they looked as Harry's head was slightly turned towards them. "That you Hermione? About time you got here. And let me guess, Ron and old man Shack himself?" in what was clearly an even deeper tone of voice than what he originally was known for having.

"Harry!" she called, quite put out that the ward had kept her from entering Harry's choice of residence as she clearly saw what was a most likely comfortable bed, a couch, a refrigerator, a small metal contraption that looked like a miniature makeshift fireplace as the pipe on top reached high above and outside the container. On the other side of the room was also a counter with a sink, a set of floor and ceiling cabinets, an oven/Stove combination with a dark green towel hanging from a rod in front of the oven door.

Turning his head back to his task, Harry put the tool down and began wiping his oil stained hands on an oil stained towel as he stood and walked over to the sink. Everyone standing outside of the ward looked upon the scars littering the left side of his body, but several of the female Ministry personnel found themselves mentally fanning themselves as his chiseled body, abs, chest, and all, left much to the imagination.

"It's me, Mr. Potter. It's Kingsley." The Minister confirmed. Harry turned his head towards the new Minister of Magic and those whom were with him, up to and including Ronald, and a few recognizable others. Turning back to the sink, he shut off the water and grabbed the towel from the front of the oven and began drying his hands and face, only to replace the towel back on the oven door. He walked over to a wall that had a handle and pulled, revealing a drawer-like apparatus that he pulled a black T-shirt from and proceeded to pull over the top half of his body while his back was turned to everyone.

Kingsley, Hermione, Ronald, and clearly everyone else saw the haunted and tired look in Harry's eyes when he turned to look at them as he turned back around once more and proceeded towards the refrigerator, and pulled out a case of what seemed to be containing four chilled wine coolers.

"You, you, and you, can enter." Harry said as he pointed at his friends and the Minister, "The rest of you, can get the hell off my property."

Kingsley's personnel looked like they wanted to argue, but a look of warning from the new Minister of Magic had silenced any objections. One by one, all but Hermione, Ronald, and Shacklebolt, apparated away back to the Ministry with a slight 'crack'.

Harry walked to a panel near the entrance of the 'Apartment', unseen by the others as it was on the inside of the apartment, and touched something on the wall without looking away from his visitors. The wards shimmered into existence before a door-like hole permitted them all to step through.

Once they were all in, Harry reset the ward which resealed itself. Holding out the box of wine coolers, he had already grabbed his own while the others took their own. Sitting down on the sofa while waving his hand, a set of three chairs came into existence, allowing the others to sit, "Wandless Conjuration. Impressive Mr. Potter." Kingsley said with a smile as he sat in the comfortable chair followed by a gobsmacked duo in the form of Weasley and Granger.

Removing the cap on his bottle, Harry took a swig before lowering it and sighing, "Thanks, it's been getting easier since coming back from the dead." Of course, none of them missed the mark of the Deathly Hallows, forever marked into his right hand that altered the original scars that was placed upon him via a one Deloris Jane Umbridge, someone whom was now no longer among the living after having been charged with too many crimes against Wizarding kind to count and sentenced through the Veil.

And yet, for the moment, they did not comment on the new scar and its meaning, at least for the moment anyway.

"Harry, why did you disappear? Why did you come here? What's..." Hermione began until Harry silenced her with an upheld palm, his eyes closed as he needed her to be silent and listen.

"Too many questions, 'Mione'. Breathe. As for the answers, this is my newly established home away from home. Second, I had to get away. I did what I had to do and want no part of being seen as a hero. Too many people died Hermione, and their faces still haunt me to this day. I have nothing much left in this world except Teddy and you guys, but I do have something out here in the muggle world."

"And what's that Harry?" Ronald asked, taking another drag of his own wine cooler and leaning back in his seat.

"Family, distant though it may be. For the last few years, or since third year, after doing a routine cleanup of Petunia's attic, I found something. Some letters written by my mother and others of another family name, caught my attention. I studied them, read them, and began to plan for after I was done with the Wizarding World, something no one, not Riddle, Dumbledore, or even Professor Snape, would know about. I've learned I have kin on my mothers side of the family. Distant though they are, there is only one of them left as far as I know."

"Oh?" Hermione asked with a raised eyebrow, her curiosity peaked.

Harry nodded as he turned his head and pointed at a book on a small table stand that stood next to the right wall of Harry's hide away. A book from the table flew into his hands as his finger made a 'come here' notion.

He then passed it to Hermione and let her see the book, "The Digital Frontier: Mapping the other universe. Kevin Flynn? The Kevin Flynn?" she said in shock and awe. Looking up, she saw Harry smirk. "You got to be joking, Kevin Flynn, as in the former CEO of EMCOM and creator and designer of both Tron and Space Paranoids."

"The one and the same, 'Mione'. For over the last fifteen years, I've been in contact with his son, Sam. Ever since his father disappeared, he needed someone his age to call and talk to. We've been sending letters out to one another discreetly. Dobby of course had been the one to help me with that since I thought it was too long a trip for Hedwig..." he paused as the others saw he began to get lost in his memories, having lost both of his bonded familiar and elf friend.

Hermione looked to Ronald for help when he tilted his bottle towards Harry, wanting Hermione to help their friend. Thanking Ronald for this show of trust, she slowly left her chair and sat next to Harry whose hands curled tightly around his bottle and only stared down into nothing. She gently grabbed his wrist, willing her friend to come back, not with words, but with support.

It helped as moments later, Harry was slowly able to come back to reality as he looked at his closest friend and sister in all but blood and name. "Thanks Hermione." he said with a gentle smile. "If I had ever been allowed to call anyone sister, I'm glad to say, I would have picked you while calling Ron my brother."

"And we would do the same, Harry." Hermione replied as she softly grabbed his head and rested it to right above her collar bone. He then grasped her around her back with his left arm and held onto her. Ronald, who sat on his right, noticed Harry holding out his hand towards him, asking for his own as a show of support.

He grasped his adopted brothers hand and held it tightly for a few moments until both let go at the same time. "Anyway," he tried again as he conjured a handkerchief and went to dry his eyes, "My American cousin Sam and I have been in correspondence for the last fifteen years and within the next few days, I'm going to be heading to the U.S. to visit him."

"How's he been doing since his father disappeared?" she asked.

"Well," he began with a sigh, "after Kevin vanished, Sam's grandparents tried to do right by him and his mother who died in 1985, before Kevin went missing. But they both passed on, one after the other a few years after. Kevin Flynns longtime friend Alan Bradley has been doing what he could to help and watch over Sam." he took a pause to gaze out into the night sky that rested behind Kingsley who looked at Harry closely, noticing Harry started to have a coy look about him that turned into a smile that was followed up with some laughter.

"What?" Hermione asked.

"For the last few years, ever since the Board Members seized EMCOM from Flynns family, Sam has repeatedly been pranking the company every year while secretly, he and I have been buying up most of the shares."

"Wait, so what you're saying, is that you're part owner of one of the richest, most powerful, technology companies in the world?" the Minister asked, causing all three young individuals to look at him in mock horror, "What? You looked so surprised."

"Well, yeah we are." Harry said, flabbergasted.

"Just because I spend most of my time in the Wizarding world, doesn't mean I don't know anything about the outside world, Mr. Potter." Kingsley said as a matter of fact.

"I guess." Harry said as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Sorry. And to answer your question, yes I am. I had the Goblins help after we fixed that little situation back in Gringotts and I exposed Griphooks betrayal and answered to the charges for the break-in. Ragnok wasn't too pleased with what he learned and let me pass with a slap on the hand and a bit of labor for clean up on restoring and fixing the damage done to their bank."

The Minister waved it off, not expecting Harry to have known, as he leaned back into his chair and took a drag of the wine cooler. But he was glad to see the improvements on the young hero as the Goblins definitely did right by Harry in making him stronger and maybe had taught him a thing or two in regards to Goblin magic.

"You're planning on going to see him, Sam I mean?" Ronald asked.

Harry nodded.

"And he knows of our world and has kept tight lipped about it?" Kingsley asked.

Again, Harry nodded.

"Would you like us to come with?" Hermione asked.

"Sure, it wouldn't be an adventure without you guys." Harry answered.

"The Golden Trio, rides again. I can just see the Headlines now." Kingsley said with a twinkle in his eye, until Harry conjured a pillow and threw it at the Ministers face, causing in the Minister to whip out his wand and conjure and throw out his own pillow, causing a laughter that left the young teens and lone adult to laugh and have fun throughout some of the night before they all decided to head on home.

The next day saw Harry returning to a restored Burrow where Molly Weasley fussed over her wayward adopted son as she pulled him into her arms. Arthur and the others welcomed him back and many of the women including Fleur Weasley were in awe at the changes the last ten years had done to him, after Hermione and Ron had explained why he was gone for so long and his next set of plans.

He asked Ginny for a bit of private time so he could explain that he was sorry for hurting her, he just needed to be by himself for a while. He also let her know that in the end, he realized he just didn't have the experience nor did he have the heart to face her until now. She accepted it and explained that in a way, he did her a favor as she realized something, she looked almost exactly like Lily Potter, minus the eyes, and what man in their right mind would want to be with a woman who looked like their mother.

In the end, both agreed, that it was in their best interest to remain friends, to which Harry wholeheartedly agreed.

Kingsley pulled some strings and got Harry, Hermione, and Ronald a quicker route to the U.S. through an International Port-Key. Harry just had to make a last stop into Gringotts and then returned to the Burrow later that day to show off a ride his mother had not only bought for him as a present all those many years ago, but she personally modified herself, a gray, with twin sets of black strips going from the front, to the hood, and finally, the back end, 1967 Shelby GT-500. Arthur was in shock and awe at seeing the car and asked Harry to take him for a ride after learning from his mothers books about what she had done and created.

Of course, the other men of House Weasley wanted to join in the ride as Harry had Arthur sit in the front passenger side while the others sat in a magically expanded back seat. Having actually acquired a license to drive since he was gone from the Wizarding World, the boys all got a chance to actually feel and hear the roar of the engine as well as see the speed she could go when Harry shot off into the air after going several kilometers due east, past the restored Burrow.

None of the girls had the courage to jump in, minus Ginny and her boyfriend, Michael Corner. Eventually, after flying at even greater speeds than his own original car could with its own set of magical concealment charms keeping them off the muggle radars and eyes, Harry piloted the car back to the Burrow where they all had a family get together with a huge feast.

It ended with Ronald proposing to Hermione and Harry nudging her to say yes.

He even had his Grandparents rings from the Evans side that he gave to Ronald as a token of his friendship, to which he would always be thankful for.

A few days later found all three individuals in Center City. Kingsley had come through and had the teens landing in the Center City Ministry atrium. Once they were able to get green cards and Visa's, all three then exited the building that was the Ministry where Harry was able to pull the Mustang from a pouch attached to his belt, set it down and restored it to its true size. Thanks to instructions given to him by Sam, Harry got in the drivers seat as usual while Hermione sat in the back and Ronald in the front.

The moment Harry turned her on, he could only smile as the car roared to life once more, looked back to his brother in all but blood, who he saw sharing the smile with him. Hermione, sitting in the back, could only roll her eyes, mutter something about 'Boys and their toys', as Harry shifted gears and took off from the buildings parking lot, leaving a trail of smoke behind him.

Of course, he had to stay within the cities speed limits, thus allowing all three teens to enjoy a lasting casual ride. It took them half an hour to find Sam's home which Hermione and Ron commented on as looking exactly like Harry's to which he admitted his was inspired by what Sam had created.

He had pulled up to it as its door was rising, showing off Sams Ducati motorcycle, the couch next to it, and a man whom appeared to be speaking with Sam. Sam, it seemed, was in the middle of a meeting with the man he recognized as Alan Bradley. The man had silver hair compared to the brunette color he'd seen in past photos when he studied Sams family. But other than the silver hair and a few wrinkles, Bradley had not changed much at all.

Sam stood at the door as it rose, followed half a second later by Bradley as they had watched the Mustangs approach. As it parked before the apartment and the engines being shut off, the moment Harry exited the drivers side and closed the door, Sams dark look turned into a full on smile as he approached Harry who also quickly walked up to and embraced his cousin.

"Oh God, it's good to see you, cousin." Sam said as he held Harry firmly and patting his bac a second later.

"You to Sam, you to." Harry replied as he held firm to Sam and patted his back. Sam of course towered over Harry by an inch with short spiked sandy blond hair, black pants, boots, and a dark blue shirt. He had a lithe build that was packed with a bit of muscle.

"Sam, who's this?" The aged voice of Alan Bradley asked.

Both young adults pulled away as Sam made the introduction, "Alan, I'd like you to meet Harry Potter, my cousin on my fathers side."

"It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Bradley. I've heard and read much about you." Harry said as he held out a hand that Alan grasped.

"A privilege, Mr. Potter. I've of course, heard a lot about you."

"You have?"

"I'm a...what you would call a Squib. Unlike those on the other side of the ocean, Squibs are treated much better here by their families than they are in Britain. I uh...heard you finally ended the menace threat of the terrorist there, Voldemort I think you called him."

"Riddle actually. His real name is or was Thomas Marvolo Riddle. He made an anagram of his name in which properly translated in French meant, 'Flight from Death!'" Harry corrected.

"Who are your friends?" Alan asked after an awkward silent moment passed.

Turning to the side, Harry answered with an outstretched hand, "Allow me to introduce my friends and partners in ending Riddles reign of terror, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley, two of the bravest and most human partners a guy could ever want or need."

After the introductions and handshakes ended, Sam brought Harry up to speed on why Bradley stopped by, up to and including informing him how Alans pager went off even though the number on the said pager had been disconnected for twenty years.

"So, you think there may be a chance that Uncle Kevin may be sending you a message, Mr. Bradley?" Harry asked as he conjured a set of chairs for him and his friends, though Sams dog 'Marv' found himself sniffing and wanting to play with Ronald who smiled softly and ran a hand through and scratched the pug behind the ear affectionately.

"Please, call me Alan, and yes, I do. Two nights before he disappeared, he came to my house. 'I've cracked it.' he kept saying. He was talking about Genetic Algorithms, Quantum Teleportation."

"Yes, but that's all basic theory, Mr. Bradley. Even scientists today think that were about 150 to 200 years away from that kind of breakthrough in todays technology. I mean, that's stuff we only see in science fiction films and television shows." Hermione shot out.

"I know, but still." he sighed tiredly, trying to get a point across, "He said he was about to change everything. Science, medicine, religion." Looking to Sam, he sat next to him again, "He wouldn't have left that, Sam. Her wouldn't have left you."

"It sounds rather fishy to me." Ronald said as he got to thinking on what he was hearing. He didn't understand half of what Alan Bradley was saying, but if anyone needed to find out what was going on, it was Sam and in turn, Harry.

"I agree." Harry said with a nod of his head.

"Oh Alan. You see?" he said as he waved a hand towards his cousin and his friends, "You're the only one who still believes that." Sam said as he stood, though he didn't comment on his cousin or his cousins friends verbal thoughts, "He's either dead or chilling in Costa Rica. Probably both." he surmised as he turned away from the view on the other side of his apartment that showed EMCOM towers and the city that surrounded it.

"Maybe so, Sam. But Alans pager went off for a reason. And no matter the reason, wouldn't it be better to investigate before having even your own hopes dashed?" Harry asked as he stood up and walked before his cousin.

"He's right, Sam. You need to know so that way you can say that you tried. And it will finally be a chance to get answers and find peace with your father." Hermione said from where she sat. Ronald didn't say anything, but nodded all the same in agreement with Harry and Hermione.

Alan nodded his thanks to Harry as he looked back to his Godson and pulled out a set of keys from his pocket and placed them in Sams left hand, "These are the keys to the arcade. I haven't gone over there yet. I thought you should be the one."

Tiredly, Sam looked into his eyes, "Alan, you're acting like I'm going to find him sitting there, still working. Just, 'Hey kiddo. Lost track of time.'"

Walking away, Alans finals words got to him, "Wouldn't that be something."

As Alan walked to his parked car, Sam looked up at his cousin since he was looking down at the keys in his hands, "You want to go to the Arcade, don't you."

"Hell yeah, could be fun." Harry answered, his eyes shining with child-like glee.

A whine caught Sam and the others attention as Marv sat on his haunches in front of Sam, "What?" he asked as the dog gave a whimper and then a bark.

He looked at his cousin who mock whimpered with his bottom lip sticking out and quivering, a small mock whine clearly heard.

"That should be illegal for a guy to do." Sam mock glared.

Hermione was barely able to contain her laughter as she and Ronald could barely hold it in and began laughing together. Finally relenting, Sam chuckled to himself as grabbed his keys and a coat, hopped on his bike while Harry threw his hands into the air in success, got into the drivers seat of his car, and his friends got back in the Mustang. Sam led the way after securing his apartment, and twenty minutes later, they pulled in front of 'Flynns Arcade'.As Harry and the others exited the vehicle, Sam was already at the door and unlocking it.

Turning to his friends, Harry asked, "You two got your wands on you?"

With a flick of their wrists, both wands were palmed into their hands, "Remember, constant vigilance." Once both doors were closed, he waved a hand over the roof of the car and all four watched as it shrank to the size of a toy to which he made another gesture and it flew into his outstretched right hand to which he placed it into a pouch on his belt.

Seeing Sam's 'What the Hell?' look, he asked, "What?"

"Can you do that with anything?" Sam asked.

"Yeah."

"Can you shrink my bike?"

Harry did and held it out to Sam once it flew into his hand, but his cousin asked him to hold onto it for him in the meantime to which Harry did and placed it also into the pouch on his belt.

When the doors were unlocked, Harry cautiously pulled Sam aside while he entered first with a ball of light shooting out of his now open right palm, lighting up the room in the upper center and gazed upon a room filled with tarp covered arcade video games. Hermione and Ronald, with their wands as neck level spread out like trained soldiers at Harry's command as he directed them via hand signals and searched the entire game room, "All clear?" Harry asked.

"Clear left." Came a shout from Hermione.

"Clear right." Ronald called back as well.

Turning back to his cousin, he nodded, allowing Sam to walk up to the power box and opening it up in order to power up the room. Before switching it on, he turned to Harry as Hermione and Ronald returned, "Was all that really necessary?"

"Live like we did during the last war and you'd understand the meaning of Constant Vigilance." Harry answered.

"Huh? Good thing I'm not you then." his cousin said with a smirk as he flicked the power switch to the entire building.

All at once, all of the arcades came on followed by a loud boom of Classical Rock music, the song clearly was 'Separate Ways' by the classical Rock Band 'Journey'. This caused all three teens to nearly jump a mile within the air, causing Sam to laugh out loud and clap.

Harry mock gritted his teeth while waving his fist at his cousin, promising retribution. He then watched as Sam laughed, turned and entered the Main Office on the second floor when a game caught his attention at the very end of the room. Walking over to it, he removed the tarp and gazed down upon Tron, the video game. Smiling in fondness at his Uncle Kevins so called favorite game, he didn't feel his friends walking up to him until Ronald spoke out, "What's that?"

"Tron!" Harry answered as he turned to his friend who was looking down to the floor in front of the arcade.

"No, not that. This." he said as he knelt in front of the game and found his fingers running over some curved marks or indentations in the floor.

With the way the curve marks in the looked, Harry also knelt down, running his fingers on the ruined floor, then looked up and looked at the gaming console on both sides when he saw what looked like a door clasp on one end.

Curious, Harry asked his friends to step back, "Found something Harry?" Sam asked as he approached the group.

"Maybe?" his cousin answered as the moment he stood, and with a bit of a pull, he was slowly able to turn the gaming console to one side, only to see a metal door laying closed before them.

Looking to Sam who shrugged as if he didn't have a clue, he stood before the door and opened it, and walked forward with Sam close behind him with Hermione and Ronald following. The moment they entered the dark tunnel that lied behind the arcade game, the door closed behind them. Harry cured this by conjuring another ball of light and found himself and the others having to go down a steep flight of stairs.

"What is this place?" Harry asked aloud.

"It resembles a WW2 bomb shelter." Hermione replied as they all kept walking down the stairs until they came to a turn which led to a set of wooden doors several feet to the left. A set of keys were sticking out of the locking mechanism on the door. Sam, standing next to Harry before the double doors, looked his cousin in the eye before then took a breath, and opened the door.

Prologue complete. Next up, we enter the world of Tron. Let me know what you think. Until next time.