The Potter Plot

Chapter 1: Well, This is New

Harry Potter glanced around at his surroundings, wondering how in the bloody hell he had managed to apparate to what looked like an arena. He was supposed to be heading to Ginny's- they had a date. She was going to be furious.

The oval shaped walls raised high above his head, opening up into what looked like a bright blue sky. Well, one would think it was the sky, if it wasn't for the fact the spell kept distorting.

He was standing on a circular platform, about 6 feet in diameter, raised above what appeared to be a very deep pool of water, oceanic in color and nature, the waves pounding against his podium. All of this was so strange, and yet that wasn't even the strangest part of all.

Spread amid the arena were more platforms, much like his own. On them were more people, all boys but one, all around his own age or younger. They even looked much like him, green eyes and raven black hair.

Harry turned his gaze upon the one closest to him- the boy had his back to him and it was covered in a brown tattoo, depicting a strange language almost like runes. He also wore a black glove over his right hand. Hanging in mid-air over the other boy's platform was a strange sign, declaring him to be Dr. Potter. Potter? What? Harry's mind refused to consider what this meant. It only moved on to the next boy.

The next boy was almost identical to Dr. Potter physically. His name sign read Captain Potter, and a captain he appeared to be. He held his back straight, a back clear of tattoos, and was raising the golden device on his hand, running it across his surroundings. That made two Potters, the rest couldn't be Potters too, could they?

Next to Captain Potter was the only girl of the group, and finally someone not a Potter. Harveste Addams was beautiful, pale, and rather creepy. She wore a lovely dress, and tapped a folded fan against her blood red lips, languidly observing her surroundings, not perturbed in the slightest at her predicament.

There were even more Potters after her. Mr. Potter and… Stargate Potter? Where were these names coming from? And these next two…These two were identical to himself! Well, almost. Stargate Potter looked just as he had in his fourth year of school, Mr. Potter was a little younger, around third year. They even had Harry's signature lightning scar! Harry glanced back around the boys trapped here with him, scanning their foreheads for the tale-tell mark. There it was! And again! All of the foreheads he could see had his scar. He couldn't see behind the girl's bangs, but he'd bet she had it too. What was going on? About to say something, Harry opened his mouth, only to be cut off by Mr. Potter.

"Ok, guys. Anyone here not a version of Harry James Potter, raise your hand." Mr. Potter ran his gaze over the gathering of boys and girl. Not surprising, the girl raised her hand.

"I am no longer Harry Potter. I am Harveste Addams." She- he narrowed his eyes at Mr. Potter. In a voice like a perfectly made sword, as beautiful as it was dangerous, he continued. "And I will thank you, darling, for using my real name or we shall have to become imaginative. Now, that's settled, what-"

A cold voice echoed through the chamber as it spoke aloud the words that were simultaneously being scrawled across the false sky above them. *Welcome Harry Potters* -this garnered a glare from Harveste who clearly did NOT like being interrupted- *to The Potter Plot. Here, you shall face the challenges I present to you. Those who perform satisfactorily will survive to the next round.*

"Challenges?" said Mr. Potter, who appeared to be the youngest of the group. "What the bloody hell does THAT mean?"

"It means, darling," Harveste replied as a smile appeared on his face that reminded Harry of the Cheshire Cat, "that we have some fun ahead of us."

Harry groaned inwardly. He had a feeling that Harveste Addams' definition of fun was VERY different from his own.