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Title: Fallen Star

Author: Torulfr

Summary: Shepard had expected his afterlife to be a peaceful place, but it that was not what he found. Instead, he awoke in a dark room surrounded by strangers, stuck in a teenager's body, in 1994 and told that magic exists. Can Shepard learn how to survive as fate throws him into the thick of things? Slash.

A/N: This was meant to be up sooner, but I got sick and then discovered the addiction called Adventure Time. Ok, you can stop laughing now. I want to thank babymitten and Guest for their reviews and everyone that subscribed to this story.

Enjoy the chapter!

Chapter 01: Little by Little

On top of saving the universe, dying and travelling through some sort of halfway house of the dead, Shepard found himself in some dark stone room with a strange man dressed in a long coat-like getup. Seriously? Sure, the hair, accent and name were all typical of someone that would have hailed from Ireland, but seriously? The first person he sees after a death experience was this guy? Okay, it wasn't as if he was ugly or anything, actually, now that he thought about it, the man was handsome, in a rugged, masculine sort of way.

A sharp pain reverberated through his skull and brutally brought Shepard back to reality. Grinding his teeth, he pressed his hands to his temples, pulling at his hair. The pain was making him feel more confused than he already was and the fact that Timothy was just perched there, staring at him was not helping.

Something must have happened to his implant, but it seemed that it was the least of his worries. After he had gained consciousness, the first thing Shepard had seen was the red-haired man and he had thrown the man back with a flare of biotic power and the pain ensued. What he found more troubling, was the fresh wound on his face. It was identical to the one he had received on Mindoir. It had served as a testament that he had survived and that he would continue to do so, but it was fixed when Cerberus rebuilt him.

Shepard's body was also a concern. It was not as if there were any major injuries, just cuts and bruises, but it just felt weird to him. He felt smaller, lighter somehow. He could feel that his armour was like a loose shell around him, which was strange considering that the armour was made specifically to fit his body measurements. The only thing that sat right was the skin-tight bio-steel suit that was worn underneath the armour.

Shepard had looked to the strange structure behind the red-haired man with a frown. It looked a primitive mass relay, and he shocked that he had voiced that thought out loud, but quickly reverted it with another question.

"What year is it?" he asked randomly.

"Well, the date is 30th May 1994. Why?" the man asked in return.

Shepard could not believe his ears. 1994? It was impossible, yet, here he was with this stranger in front of him saying it to his face. In Shepard's mind there were three explanations for it: one, the man was delusional and had escaped from a metal institution. Two, he himself was delusional and was unknowingly sitting in a nice padded cell. Three, the man was telling the truth. Shepard was too busy digesting the information to realise that he was voicing his thoughts in the Prothean language, something that happened often after he had acquired the Cipher.

"Hey," the man half whispered, "can you tell me your name? Mine's Timothy O'Hara."

Instinctively he answered the question. "Shepard. Commander Tyr Shepard."

Shepard saw the confusion in Timothy's face. In his opinion, the man looked how he felt, utterly confused.

"Commander?" Timothy asked, testing the word.

"You have to have heard of the term," Shepard huffed, his patience wearing thin. "It's a military rank, specifically for Navy Marines."

All he got in return from Timothy was a scowl. Shepard could have shaken his head if it didn't hurt so much. He knew for a fact, even if his human history was halfway to pathetic, that even in 1994 there were established ranks across all military systems. Timothy's lack of military understanding would have been understandable if he was a civilian, but Shepard got a feeling that the man came from some sort of military background. It was all in the man's poise and reactions –cautious and controlled.

"It does sound familiar," Timothy said.

"How about this," Shepard started, "what do you do?"

"Uh… I'm an Unspeakable with the Department of Mysteries," Timothy stated.

Shepard stared at the man with a dumb expression. That didn't help him at all. He had no idea what an Unspeakable was, much less the 'Department of Mysteries', but he could take a good guess as to what that one was. They were back to square one then.

"Okay," Shepard sighed. "Let's see, all the strange terms I've learnt so far: Ministry of Magic –which happens to be in London– your Unspeakable career and the Department of Mysteries. I've definitely lost my marbles. Next there'll be talking toads!"

"Mr O'Hara!" shrieked a voice.

Timothy's expression fell at the sound. "You aren't all too far off that last part kid," he confessed in a hushed voice.

"Mr O'Hara," the voice called again, "we just detected an unauthorized mass of magical energy coming from this room."

Shepard didn't really want to have to move to see who was talking, but judging from the voice alone, the person sounded annoying, like Udina. He hated that man. Damn politicians.

Sharp clacks of heels echoed throughout the room and Shepard saw a large mass of pink and not the nice shade either. It was the blinding fuchsia shade. The woman stopped in her tracks as she saw Shepard and stood gaping at him before regaining her composure and turned her attention to Timothy.

"Who or what is that?" the woman asked. "Well?"

"Uh…"

Shepard got the feeling the man liked to start his sentences like that.

"Well, Undersecretary he's human and his name is Tyr Shepard," Timothy said, obviously not knowing what to tell the woman.

The woman got a pinched looked in her face and quickly looked back at Shepard with a disbelieving look in her eyes. With nothing else to do, he stared right back at the woman with a blank face.

"Don't be absurd, Mister O'Hara. Your experiments with the Veil have once again caused a stir and now this poor, helpless boy is stuck here." she rasped in her high-pitched voice.

Timothy frowned and glared at the woman. He stood up, half blocking Shepard's view of the woman.

"Actually my psychiatric report says I'm rather sound of mind," Timothy said. "In fact, I was not conducting experiments on the Veil at all today or for the last month in fact. You can check with Amelia and Maxwell. I was sitting here and then this boy just fell out the Veil!"

The woman was about to say something, Timothy continued talking.

"If you want more proof, just look at the boy. Look at his wounds and that armour. Look in his eyes, Umbridge! He's confused and in pain." Timothy turned his head and looked at Shepard for a moment.

Shepard wondered why the man was so willing to defend him. He looked past the Unspeakable and to the woman, whose face was red.

"Enough!" she shouted. "He is just some boy who got pulled along through your experiments or a prankster. You will not mention that name again."

"I think I know my own name!" Shepard said with a stern voice. "It's kind of a family thing, you know, to inherit the surname from the parents, specifically the father. Mine happened to be Samuel Shepard."

The woman turned red in the face. "Don't you dare say that name young man! Timothy, I want you to detain him and bring him down for questioning."

"Oooh," Shepard mocked, but winced at another sharp spike of pain from his implant.

"Undersecretary Umbridge, with all due respect, I'm not an Auror anymore and I do believe the boy should be taken for medical treatment first," Timothy said.

"Yes, you were an Auror, one of our best. You should be able to handle a single child. Now, I order you to detain this young man and bring him up for questioning."

Shepard felt a childish urge to stick his tongue out at the Umbridge woman and he had no idea where that urge came from. It might have been from the fact that he was being blatantly ignored and spoken about, as if he was some sort of snort nosed kid! Last time he checked, being at the age of thirty-one hardly made him a child. It was almost halfway to old.

"Hello," Shepard called out quirkily, "don't I get a say? I want to know a few things."

"Mr O'Hara, detain him before I ask someone else to do it," Umbridge said before leaving.

Shepard watched her leave and then looked to Timothy, who was still standing in the same place; looking out to that strange structure they called the Veil. The Unspeakable sighed and turned to Shepard, walking up to him and offered a hand.

"Toad thinks she can order me round like I'm still with the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. You think you can stand?" Timothy asked as he held out his hand.

"Yeah," Shepard said, accepting the hand. He was pulled up to his feet. "Thanks."

Shepard frowned. Now that he was on his own two feet, he looked right into Timothy's chest. Unless the man was freakishly tall, he didn't know how to explain it. He was rather tall, but he had been a late bloomer. Throughout his childhood and teenage years, he had been shorter than all of the other boys, until he turned eighteen. But, he still didn't want to listen to the fact that both Timothy and Umbridge called him a child. All the cards were on the table, but Shepard was not looking. In his mind it was just impossible.

Timothy gently laid a hand on Shepard's shoulder and guided him out the room and into a dark hallway.

"Tim!"

Timothy sighed. "Not now Amelia."

A pretty young woman came up to them dressed in similar strange clothes to Timothy, but Shepard didn't care. He just wanted to sit down, take some aspirin for his migraine, maybe take a nap and wake up to find himself in a hospital room on Earth. Anderson would be there, telling him he defeated the Reapers. The whole Normandy crew would come and try to bust him out of hospital because like Garrus had said, there would always be something after the Reapers to save the galaxy from. Kaidan would be there too, but he would whisk Shepard away to some quiet place in Canada, maybe that family house in the mountains he talked about. Yes, that would have been nice. He was so caught up in his little fantasy that he ignored whatever Timothy and Amelia were talking about. All he knew was that he was obviously the topic of discussion.

"Hey," Timothy said softly, shaking Shepard's shoulder gently. "I think that between Amelia and I, we can patch you up, if you'll let her come up with us to the interrogation room."

Shepard didn't react, he merely nodded. He was tired and he wished more than anything that if he did fall asleep that he would wake up in a hospital room. The Anderson part was unrealistic and he didn't know what happened to the crew of the Normandy after he went in to the Citadel, but he liked a being somewhat of a romantic dreamer.

Shepard followed the two Unspeakables through what seemed more like a maze rather than corridors. He soon stopped trying to make heads or tails out of the place, as each corridor looked identical to the next and just followed silently, listening to the other two speak amongst themselves.

They finally got to an elevator and Shepard frowned. It looked old, and not just old but the unsafe kind of old. Timothy however, pushed him forward. Shepard wound up standing near the back with both Unspeakables on either side of him. It kind of felt like he was back at the Alliance HQ in Vancouver, he had to be escorted everywhere.

"So," Amelia started, looking over to Shepard, "where you from sweet cheeks? As much as I want to believe Worthy over here, I just want to hear it from you."

Shepard thought long and hard before he answered. He was so tired. He didn't feel like answering questions. If this all happened to be real and not some immaculate fabrication produced by his subconscious, then he would not just blurt out he was from Mindoir, a colony in outer space. Besides, even if this was all a fantasy, jus tlike in real life, he seemed to always get caught up in the middle of some messed up situation. If it all turned out to be a crazy dream, then he would request that all doctors that had conducted his psych evaluations be stripped of their medical licenses.

"The country," he answered cryptically. He was hoping she would leave it at that.

"Timothy," Amelia said, "you're the smart one, what is he trying to tell us?"

The man sighed and let his head fall back so that he was staring at the ceiling. "What house were you in when you went to the Salem Witches Institute? Just because I was in Ravenclaw at school does not mean I have to think for you all the time."

Witches? Shepard thought sceptically. I thought they would all be ugly old people.

Timothy stopped glaring at Amelia and looked at Shepard instead. "Uh… let's move on to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."

"Can I have some painkillers when we get there? Maybe a glass of water?" Shepard asked.

"Merlin's beard," Timothy said. "Look, we'll give you a potion as soon as we can."

The elevator chimed and a red-haired man walked in.

"Ah, Percy!" Timothy greeted. "It's good to see you. I hope you like working with Mr Crouch."

"I could not ask for a better post. Working with Mr Crouch in the Department of International Magical Co-operation is great. Did you know that the majority of cauldron leakages in Britain are caused by imported cauldrons that are thinner at the bottom? I suppose Mr Crouch will want me to work on the matter. It's all very exciting."

Shepard sniggered. He couldn't help it. The guy, named Percy no less, was such a brownnoser. The redhead looked in his direction with a disapproving glare. He imagined he looked just wonderful with drying blood all over his face and damaged armour.

"I imagine this is Unspeakable business?" Percy asked prudently.

"Yip!" Amelia confirmed with a broad smile.

Percy turned back around, minding his own business. The elevator stopped and a voice announced their destination: The Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Shepard wondered if the place would look like the Spectre Requisitions office or the citadel police station, just minus all the cables, metal interior, monitors, shooting range, aliens… actually, it would look nothing like any type of law enforcement office from the future.

All four of them got out, but Percy darted away in another direction. No, the place looked nothing like the Spectre office. It was busy. Shepard looked at the flying paper airplanes flew past. It was the kind of thing people saw after taking Red Sand, but not that he would know that. He was a biotic and one of assignments he had while training was to lift and suspend a paper airplane without shredding into confetti, but there was always that characteristic blue glow around the paper, those planes had none. They were just happily floating around.

Timothy pulled Shepard along, letting him stare all he wanted. They walked quite a distance before the Unspeakable stopped and opened a door. It was sparse, save for a pot plant, a table and two chairs. It didn't look as intimidating as what his imagination made it out to be. Since the words magic and witches had been thrown around, he thought it would look more like those medieval dungeon he had seen on old vids.

"Take a seat," Timothy said, flicking his wand, changing the pot plant into a chair.

Shepard didn't even want to know the physics, or lack thereof, behind what the man just did, but he sat down anyway. He wouldn't try and think about it, his head hurt too much for that. Timothy pulled up a chair and sat in front of him, while Amelia did the same.

"Can you take off some of this… armour so we can check you for more wounds?" Amelia asked kindly.

Shepard sighed, but complied, unstrapping and unbuckling what was left of his armour. The floor was soon clattered with various pieces of armour, even Shepard's leg graves and boots. He unzipped his under armour suit, pulling it off his arms and down to his waist. He immediately noticed that his muscle tone was significantly less. He was toned and not a bulk of muscle like he remembered being. The only time he remembered being like this was when he was sixteen. A time when he only need to be fit enough to pass the fitness part of his karate grading.

Timothy closely examined the lacerations scattered across Shepard's arms and chest, while Amelia pulled out a small tub from a pocket in her robes. Amelia also took out a cloth and wet it by a gentle spurt of water from the tips of her wand. Really, Shepard couldn't figure out how those little sticks could do that. She gently wiped off the dried blood on Shepard's face, taking care not to jar the gash on his cheek too much.

"Uh… Amelia" Timothy said with a nervous smile. "Could you do the Dittany spell?"

"Why? I know you're hand and wand are in perfect condition, so you do it."

"That's not the problem," he said. "My wand is made from aspen – good for Charms and such, but not Healing magic. Unless, you want to sit here for the rest of the day healing scratches, never mind that mess on his face. Besides," he continued, "your wand is made from birch, and it excels at Healing!"

"Fine, but rub this Murtlap Essence cream on his cut and bruises," Amelia ordered.

Shepard got rather nervous as Amelia pointed her wand at him, but she smiled reassuringly. A light came from the tip of her wand and he felt a sort of tingling, warm sensation. It was weird in his opinion. He jerked slightly when Timothy applied cold, yellow goo to his ribs. It looked like alien blood.

Once the gash on his face was shallow and the bruises were covered, Shepard started to feel drowsy. However, a vial was pushed under his nose.

"Drink up handsome," Amelia said with a smile. "Don't worry, it's a Pepper-Up Potion. It will help keep you awake when the Ministry officials and Aurors come for questioning. You should the whole vial in one go."

Shepard took the vial and tossed the 'potion' back into his mouth. It tasted horrible, but within a few moments, he did start to feel more alert. He sat up, but winced when Timothy started to apply some of that yellow goo to the gash on his face.

"Sorry lad," the Unspeakable apologised. "Now that you're all dolled up, got any questions?"

Shepard looked at Timothy with a straight face. "Yeah, this whole magic business would be a good place to start."

"Uh…"

With a roll of his eyes, Shepard looked to Amelia, who smiled and started to explain. He listened attentively. Timothy also chipped in every now and then, but he left much of talking to Amelia, who loved running her mouth. Shepard had to admit, he was fascinated. There was an entire secret community of magical folk and creatures. But, it did raise other questions to mind, ones that Shepard wasn't sure he wanted to ask yet. When he ever wakes up, Shepard decided, he would type all this up and make it into a bestselling book. He would have a decent pension then, along with the scraps that the Alliance paid.

Shepard jumped slightly when the door opened. He wanted to think that it was the potion that was making him skittish, and not the fact that he was stuck in the middle of a building filled with people who could incinerate him with a flick of a twig.

A number of people walked in. Shepard wanted to laugh. When he was branded a 'traitor' after he had been rebuilt by Cerberus, the Council did not even bother to see him in person, just holographic projections. He was just their tool anyway, as long as followed the rules and didn't go rouge, they didn't bother him. Now, however, he was being cross-examined by everyone who had come into the room, not something he was unfamiliar with, but he didn't like being around such a large group of people when he was off duty or out of his uniform.

Timothy stood up and nodded to woman with a square jaw and closely cropped grey hair. Shepard frowned at her appearance, especially the monocle over her right eye. She looked like a serious person.

"Madam Bones," Timothy started, "I know that this case does require an in-depth investigation, I would like to request that it remains strictly with the Department of Mysteries."

"That is unacceptable," Umbridge called from the back.

"Not entirely," Ms Bones said. "Mr O'Hara has the right to make such a request. The Unspeakables do handle their own business, without the interference from other Departments, but I must also make a request."

Timothy nodded. Shepard saw that the man had a great deal of respect for the older woman.

"I want an unprejudiced member to question the boy, to which we will all be present, and then I will determine if the boy will stay with you or not," Ms Bones said stately.

Shepard could not help but like her. He wondered about what sort of questioning he would be subjected to though. With a cold chill running down his spine, Shepard realised that he was now thinking that all of this was real. If it did turn out to be, then he would have to come clean and tell this Auror person where he really came from and how he got to where he was now. Jokingly, Shepard wondered if there was a wizard equivalent for an asylum.

Ms Bones turned around. "Get me Kingsley Shacklebolt."

The room was silent. Shepard could almost taste the tension in the air. He didn't know what to do and he was scared just because of that. There were only a handful of times Shepard had never known what to do and most of them had been before near-death experiences.

The door opened and a tall, broad-shouldered black man walked in. Timothy and Amelia moved their chairs away, but not before giving Shepard a respective smile and pat on the shoulder. Ms Bones spoke to Kingsley, explaining the situation to the man. He nodded and proceeded to sit on the table beside Shepard.

"Hello, my name is Kingsley Shacklbolt," he said, "and I'll be asking you a few questions."

Shepard merely nodded, not saying anything.

"Alright, what is your name, full name, please."

"Tyr Logan Shepard."

There was a low murmur in the room, but both Kingsley and Shepard ignored it.

"Good," the man said. "Now, what was the last thing you remember before waking up here?"

"I…"

The door opened and an old man dressed in vibrant robes with a long silver beard and half-moon spectacles stepped in, accompanied by a tall, dark haired, black robed man.

"Ah, just in time I see," the old man said.

"Professor Dumbledore," Ms Bones said, "what are you doing here?"

"Well, it is a rather curious tale. I was sitting in my office, having tea with Minerva, checking over the list for the new first years when a name appeared. A name I had not expected to see, Tyr Shepard."

"That is not a valid reason for any involvement on your part," Umbridge said.

"On the contrary, it is Severus who should be involved," Dumbledore said. "He is after all, the boy's godfather."

Shepard's eyes widened at that and stared at the stranger. He was sure that the old man was mental. It should be impossible for him to have a godfather 192 years in the past. He wasn't even listening anymore, his head hurt too much and no-one was really paying him attention, except Kingsley, they were all asking Dumbledore questions.

"How did you come to be the boy's godfather, Professor Snape?" Kingsley asked.

Shepard liked Kingsley. He seemed to be a to-the-point kind of person and was asking the question that was weighing on Shepard's mind.

Snape looked like he was reluctant to give them any information on the subject, but a look from Dumbledore got him talking.

"When I was a student was Hogwarts, I made friends with Samuel Shepard and his sister Samantha. The two of them were three years older than I was and when he graduated, he married Hannah MacFusty and asked if I would be the godfather of any children they had."

The room was silent, waiting for Snape to continue.

"As you all know, two years later the entire Shepard family disappeared, even those married into other families, but not their children or spouses." Snape looked at Shepard and then to the rest of the room. "I know many of you suspected it was the work of the Dark Lord, but know for certain he was not involved with their disappearance."

"Madame Bones," Kingsley said, "his explanation seems consistent. Both Severus and Samuel were in Slytherin and when Samuel worked here, he did mention him to me on more than one occasion. Now, if there are no further questions for Professor Snape, I would like to continue questioning the boy."

Kingsley turned back to Shepard. "When and where were you born?"

Now it was time for the truth, but he didn't know what his date of birth and place had to do with anything.

"I was born on Mindoir, on the 08th July, 2154."

The occupants of the room started talking loudly, but Kingsley silenced them. "What about your parents?"

"My father died when I was four years old," Shepard said. "My mother was a botanist and she died when I was sixteen during the raid on Mindoir. I was the only one that got out alive."

"And your guardian?" Kingsley asked.

"Dead." That was all he was going to say about the matter. Anderson wasn't the best of guardian's, but he was far from the worst, and the man had tried, until the end.

"How?"

Another pointless question.

"Shot dead."

"Do you have any formal training in the use of magic?"

"No," Shepard said. "I didn't even know magic existed."

The other people in the room started talking rather loudly.

"What is the last thing you remember before waking up here?"

Shepard paused before he answered. "I… I died."

Kingsley did not comment, but motioned for Shepard to elaborate.

"I was on the Citadel, a space station, trying to find a way to defeat the Reapers. All you need to know is that they killed countless people, and destroyed entire planets."

Shepard could see the disbelieving faces, but he didn't care.

"What is your age?" Kingsley asked. "You look about seventeen, and it seems unlikely for a boy to be given a task to destroy just powerful overlords."

Shepard laughed. "I was 31 when I died. I would think that I'm about sixteen now, if my injuries are anything to go by?"

"Why is that?"

"Because, these are the same injuries I got when the slavers raided Mindoir when I was sixteen."

Kingsley nodded. "Can you prove any of this? Even by magic's standards, your story seems farfetched."

HE hoped his omni-tool was still working. With a sigh, Shepard lifted his arm and activated his omni-tool. The adults in the room gasped and whispered. Ignoring them, he brought up the holographic projection of the galaxy that Liara had given to him. The room was littered with stars and systems. Out of habit, Shepard immediately looked of the Sol System and smiled.

"There's us," he pointed.

The witches and wizards looked around them in awe, all except for Umbridge.

"This does not prove anything!" she said sharply.

Tyr rolled his eyes and opened another application. Various screens popped up, most of them displayed charts but some played mission footage. He looked and selected all the footage he had of Earth and Thessia during the Reaper invasion and enlarged them. Asari soldiers were fighting, many of the women dying and Earth, well, it was just chaos on those vids. He made sure that a some of the footage from Earth had shots of Big Ben in it. There was no way they could discredit his story now.

"Actually," Ms Bones said, "it proves everything this boy has said. He will remain under the protection of the Department of Mysteries and specifically, Unspeakable Timothy O'Hara."

The woman turned to Dumbledore and Snape. "If you can prove your status as the legal guardian of this boy, then you shall get full custody, but in the meantime, I want him somewhere peaceful and out of sight from the magical community."

"May I recommend someone?" Dumbledore asked.

Ms Bones nodded.

"Since he is to be attending Hogwarts, may I suggest he stay with Arthur Weasley until the matter of his guardianship is resolved."

Ms Bones thought over it for a moment and then looked to Timothy. "He's your case, where do you want to put him?"

Timothy looked down at Shepard. "I think Mr Weasley is a good choice, but I want Tyr to meet him first and see if he will be comfortable living with them for a while."

Ms Bones nodded and sent someone to find Mr Weasley.

Shepard turned off the projection and yawned. He was starting to feel tired again. Amelia and Timothy sat by him again and the woman pulled out a small yellow carton from her robes.

"Hot candy?" she asked.

"Oh no," Timothy protested, "you are not going to get him addicted to the stuff as well."

Amelia smiled and shook the box and two round red balls popped into her hand. She offered it to Shepard, who took one and put it in his mouth. At first, nothing happened, but when he moved it around, a strong taste of spices and cinnamon flooded his mouth.

Shepard smiled at her. If he was going to be around Timothy and Amelia, and if this Mr Weasley turned out all right, then adapting to his new life wouldn't be so bad.

And there you go the first chapter. I hope you all enjoyed it. It might be a bit boring, but I needed to lay the ground work. Things will pick up from the next chapter or two. I hope the OCs aren't a problem, because there will be a few of them, but Timothy and a few others will play a big role in this story. Now, you don't readily get hot candy where I live and I stumbled upon them in a candy store that imports all their goods from overseas and I must say I'm quite hooked on hot candy.

I'd really like to know what you guys think of this, even if it's just one word like "Bleh!" then at least I know how you guys feel about this, but no flames.

Oh, and I will start calling Shepard Tyr from the next chapter because it's this whole mind perception were he now views himself as a teenager and no longer Commander Shepard.

See you all later.