A/N: There you go, another chapter for you, a chapter for you, chapters for EVERYONE. I hope you approve of this one and remember, If I owned either one of these franchises, i would have a room dedicated to swimming in money. (I don't of course.)

EDIT: It didn't save my line breaks, sorry about that, also please review they feed me, I don't care if I'm begging haha.

Chapter 2: Hindsight is 20/20

Harry Potter groaned as he woke up and his mind slowly swam back to consciousness. Slowly easing his eyes open, he quickly shut them as an agonizing burst of white light flooded into his eyes.

'I swear to merlin if I am in that train station again' He thought to himself as he pondered how to open his eyes without feeling like they had been dipped in lava. He decided on just laying there and hoping like hell that his eyes adjusted.

"Unknown object detected in airlock number five" A synthetic sounding female voice said at a frankly unholy volume.

Harry's eyes quickly snapped open making him regret his seeker reflexes immediately. Deciding to push through the pain, Harry stood up and began to look around and noticed he was in a small, metal, enclosed room with a small SR1 decaled on the wall. Overall the entire room was bland and nearly colorless, he spent a few moments wondering what the purpose was for this room

His mind was broken out of its reverie when he felt a cold, metal, object pressed into the back of his head. His time in the muggle world had given him a good enough idea of what is was and he at least had the sense to freeze.

"Put your hands in the air and press your body against that wall of the airlock" a cold, cutting, and surprisingly female voice said in a harsh tone, not one too dissimilar of most of the women in his life when they are angry.

Slowly he raised his arms so as not to anger the clearly dangerous being behind him, and walked forward, pressing his forehead against the wall. He really liked the wall its sterile white, he also liked his brain in his head.

Using wand less magic didn't even occur to him once.

"State your name, age, and planet of origin!" The voice commanded.

"Harry, Potter, 23, and umm earth?" He was slightly confused with the last one, planet?

"Country?"

"Britain" He replied, his confusion gone, thinking that the person had just misspoken.

He waited a few moments as he heard the clear sounds of beeping and clicking as the person used somea strange contraption, probably similar to a muggle computer, that was sending an orange glow onto the wall, making it look a little bit evil, still not as evil as sickly green though.

"Alright you check out, making sure you aren't a spy for Saren or anything. You can turn around now." the voice, now much less pissed off sounding, said to him.

He slowly turned around still slightly paranoid about the safety of his brain and stopped when he had pulled a full one hundred eighty degree turn.

His eyes met a female with strikingly green eyes and raven hair.

"Hi!" He said cheerfully attempting to get on the person with a gun's good side and then winced and put a hand on his head as it throbbed in tune with his greeting.

"Are you alright?" She asked with a sudden concern in her voice.

"Hah," Harry said, "It takes more than my head being slammed into a solid steel wall to hurt me!"

"We should probably get that checked out with Chakwas, you could have a brain injury." Shepard replied. "come on, I'll take you to Chakwas and on the way you can tell me where you came from and how your head was slammed into an airlock wall.

"Alright" he replied, not being much inclined to argue with the girl with has the guns.

They walked together forward and she pressed a button that said "Decontaminate Airlock" which just seemed to make a laser that swept over the entire area. It would never cease to amaze him what muggles could make. Mr. Weasley would love this story!

"Decontamination Complete" that same female synthetic voice said again, though this time though it was not so detrimental to his health. So, with that the airlock door opened. What was revealed practically made his jaw hit the floor.


Harry Potter was disturbed, or amazed, or both, at everything. Aliens, real live aliens, he had no idea when the muggles had made first contact but it was obvious that the magical community had been way out of the loop.

Or so he had thought.

He had heard a news report on the way here that had made him almost choke. It had said the date March 3rd, 2183. he had time traveled, one hundred eighty years into the future.

Now he was just sitting on a med bay bed, an armed guard assigned to him, brooding about how to get back to the past, to his wife, to his kids. 'Oh god,' he thought to himself nearly sobbing. 'I should have thought about them before I rushed into this.' As always, hindsight is 20/20 and as always I rushed into this. He managed to get a small smile off, thinking about Daphne berating him for his foolish actions.

Then, suddenly, it snapped, as if someone had physically dumped the idea into his head. I'll just make my way to earth. Surely the ministry of magic still exists, and the department of mysteries probably made it much further with time travel now!

Hope finally renewed, Harry Potter laid down on the hospital bed. Some things never change he thought to himself with a chuckle that aroused suspicion with the guard.

End of Chapter A/N: Harry experiences little to no xenophobia seeing as unlike normal humans, wizards are raised with other species. Sure maybe the purebloods wouldn't handle aliens very well because of their prejudices against other races and dark creatures. But Harry has always been shown to treat everyone equally he has a house elf that he is friends with, thus the idea of new species is neither strange nor does it trigger xenophobia as it would with many people. Also, Harry made ith throught the security check easy, how? Harry and Potter are both veeerrry common names, especially in Britain.