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Inside Hogwarts, Former school of witchcraft and wizardry, The once Great Hall was filled to capacity for the last time. It was the time of the Great Exodus, as it was being called even then. But this is not what the the story is about.
No, our story begins in the bowels of Hogwarts. Deep within the most hidden chamber. In Fact, the chamber is hidden within another more well known chamber. It is the secret chamber within the Chamber of Secrets where our story sits in the lotus position, believing he would be the last once former wizard on Earth. He was staying behind to ensure that the means of travel was buried, and hidden.
To continue the story we need to see his thoughts on the matter, and so, as the author I can do. And as owner of those those thoughts, I will.
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Deep within the Bowels of Hogwarts, the former School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, through the once former ghost Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, beyond the entrance to the Chamber of secrets, even beyond the Golden pillars with snake carvings and the statue of Salazar Slytherin himself there is a room where a basilisk once slept. There was a trap door well hidden, in fact, it was hidden under a rug that held a table. The table once held the translation of Ancient Writing and pronunciation into Latin and Greek. Indeed it was these texts that are are now one of the Four Findings of the Ancients, a race who built the device that allowed the former Witches and Wizards to escape this planet and begin a new sort of life on another planet. A transition called The Great Exodus.
The Four Findings of the Ancients, thought the man within the chamber of the trap door.
The Stargate was found in Beubaton. The Dialing Device in Durmstrang, and the Collective knowledge of the race called the Ancients, Alterans, and Lanteans in the Library of Alexandria.
The man sighed as he thought about these things. He had just turned seventeen. The war had been over before it began, and Voldemort committed one good and one terrible deed. He poisoned his followers and himself before destroying the device that made magic possible. The device, as it's told.
Many people were bitter over that device. They had been changed, and fooled. Many warlocks killed themselves over that, while others became bitter. Still, a month after the loss of everything magical, save wards which were slowly unraveling, there came a profound finding that altered the course of history.
Witches and Wizards began to use their brain. They started learning faster. They recalled facts better.
The device, simply put, suppressed brain function. They searched for a year to find the origins of the device. It was more advanced, and had been around for millions of years, apparently. They searched high and low and came up with the Four Findings.
Harry Potter was marked with the first, the translation. The piece that made it all possible. They bought and fabricated all the equipment needed to be built here on Earth. Hell, with the entire contents of Gringotts, they had enough. A year after the loss of magic they began building a new society on another planet. Fifty thousand highly intelligent people moved to another planet, in another dimension. Nearly Everything they had done with magic could be done with the new Technology.
At first, Harry was exciting. He had never gotten the chance to leave the planet. He had no older family whom he could go with. Ron had went , now probably telling stories about the uninhabited planet never before been touched by humans. Hermione had even gone last year, she became an engineer working on transportation. Harry though had just turned eighteen last week.
He started out with thoughts of become security when Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnegan, both apparently Star Wars fanatics and engineers, created a light saber by combining the technology of a plasma cutting torch and personal shields.
They were extremely hard to wield, and was one of forty who could use them. That was two years ago. Harry had a niggling feeling. His friends had left him a behind. They had grown distant, and it was really Harry's fault. He brooded too much over believing himself to be guilty of the loss of magic.
If Harry hadn't grabbed that cup.
There was a nagging feeling in the back of Harry's mind after the Exodus began. Harry had never had something good happen without consequences.
He went back into the chamber and searched, and in a fit of irritation at the lack of magic, the depression from survivors guilt, and all the emotions he had built up since childhood wanted to fling that damned bolted down table across the room.
It did.
And it took the rug with it and the door was exposed. It was dull, inside. But the moment he stepped foot onto the floors it lit up and he looked around in awe.
Trinium panels lined on long wall, while crystal powder lined the opposite. On another wall rested a smaller replica of the Ancient Database and the last held shelves of tools. The console activated at the press of a button and there, displayed for any who looked, were the schematics for a spaceship. There was a few small power generators to the left and a simple work desk on the right, with a stack of parchment in old English. Harry was shocked after reading the first page, and he quickly sat down.
It had described a race of parasitic being hellbent on conquering the world. The Goa'uld.
Salazar Slytherin had received this information from and ancient order, and was charged with the protection of this information and the means to aid in the defense of earth if it needed.
Harry had thrown himself into training with nary a thought. He now had a purpose. He quickly rose through the ranks of the trainees and was looking to be a promising commander.
Six months ago he requested to stay behind to protect the stargate. He convinced his commanders that they needed to leave someone behind to wipe out the memory of the dialing device and discharge the stargate in case, and it most likely would, be found. He cited that he felt guilty for having been a means for Voldemort's resurrection and he hoped that by this act he could make it up. They approved, eventually.
He never told his friends, whom he hadn't heard from in a year. He just stayed on Earth. The security people who knew showed him deep respect and leeway. He isolated himself. Practicing his new found telekinesis in secret, and unbeknown, building the smaller parts for the ship and cutting panels in the bowels of Hogwarts which he would return to real ruins not unlike what non-magical people had seen when looking at Hogwarts.
So here he was, Having just boxed up many of the smaller parts. The Computer had been disassembled on a a way he could easily get it out. The schematics were burned into his mind. And Harry was sitting and meditating when his watch beeped.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the device, it was time. They should have all gone through by now. With a sigh he stood up and winced as his back popped. He did his normal body check. Combat boots were on. His khaki pants, on. Belt, on. Grey Polo, check. Concealed Energy pistol shaped like a glock 9mm at his back , check. He walked over and grabbed his leather motorcycle jacket from the chair. Both light sabers were secured in hidden inside pockets. He pulled it on and with a bit of inspiration, he retrieved his dark sun glasses and put those on as well. He looked around the room and said, "I'll be back." Smirking, he climbed the latter to ensure everyone had left and to disable and clear the crystals of the Dialing Device, and destroy the dimensional link. A new life of solitude ahead of him.
Harry reached the top of the ladder and hurriedly closed the trap door. He heard a slight cough and quickly spun around, and froze.
There standing before him, was Lieutenant Shaun Heathers.