A/N: Hi, I was trying to find a way to combine my love of Harry Potter with the National front, because they have some really interesting policies which I feel more people should know about. So, I present, wizard-supremacy, gender-bent characters, female power, time travel, fighter pilots and zombies in the 1960s. Enjoy!
The National Wizarding Front
Voldermort knew he was going to die.
There was only one thing he could do. Ever since that ruddy time machine had been built, knowing the future had become a curse. He'd seen the Potter boy defeat him and knew he had to take action.
He stepped inside the Tardis. Of course he'd called his time machine the Tardis; who wouldn't when given that sort of an opportunity? Inside, he set the co-ordinates for May 7th, 1951.
The Time Machine began to shake rampantly. There are no secrets in science, after all. Voldermort turned to the display panel, his flat nostrils flaring as he suddenly realised that something had gone wrong.
"Oh, bugger arse shit," he cursed, before he shrieked, "we're going to a parallel universe." He intended to turn to one side and give someone a comic 1960's sitcom look of panic, before he realised that he had no friends.
He fell to the ground as the shaking erupted into a chorus of groans from The Time Machine. Then, suddenly, it stopped.
"Geronimo?" He whispered, for Matt Smith was definitely the best Doctor. Standing slowly, he straightened his bow tie, which he wore whenever he entered The Time Machine in homage to the one true Doctor.
Quietly, he crept to the door and raked it open with his dainty fingers. He stepped outside and it was just as he imagined. He felt a heaviness press into his chest, which, though he didn't wish to admit it, was probably caused by emotion. His great plan had worked.
Everything was perfect, except… where was his…?
He gasped, looking down. He couldn't see his own feet. Blimey…
"I've got breasts!" He shrieked in a high pitched wail of a voice!
Around him, long blonde locks flowed, and when he touched a finger to his lips he drew it away to discover cherry red lipstick smeared across the tip. In some ways, the plan had worked; he was in a seventeen year old body again, judging by his smooth, supple skin, which was slightly translucent – though he knew none of the boys at Forks high school would like him – but he was, irrevocably and irreversibly, a woman.
Surely, this was indeed a parallel universe, but regardless, the plan had to continue. From that day forth, he was to lead this damn country, muggles and all.
He would lead, to victory, the National Wizarding Front!
A/N: I swear Harrietta potter is coming next chapter, lol :)