Warning: Language, adult themes, possibly more warnings to come

A/N: I do not own Dune or Harry Potter. I do not make money off of this. Please do not sue me.

A/N: This story begins in the Dune universe just after Shaddam IV has just announced the Change of Fief for House Atreides, six months before the begining of Dune.

"Well, let's try another question. May I have your name?"

The boy seemed to have been taken by surprise, as if he thought everyone would know who he was. "I am sorry, where is my manners?" the boy gave a slight nod of respect, "I am Paul Atreides, Heir to my father, Duke Leto Atreides of Arrakis, formerly of Caladan."

The Mourning Umma came to Muab'dib in a Coriolis Storm of Water. Unlike Muab'dib, the Umma claimed to know the true Path of Time, rather than to see the wandering trails of time that our choices create. What Muab'dib eventually came to See, the Umma had already Known.

-From "The Acts of the Verdant One" by Korba the Panegyrist-

Harry was stumped. He was hallucinating. Yes, that was it! This is all a dream. 'But if this is a dream, why do I feel like I've been run over by a herd of rampaging hippogriffs? Well, even if I am hallucinating, this is cool! Who else could say that, instead of dying from a gunshot wound to the throat, they were thrown into their favorite novel?'

"Well, it is a pleasure to meet you. Would you, by any chance, know how I got here?" Harry couldn't very well just come out and say 'Hi, in my world this is all a book, and you aren't real!' so he feigned amnesia. "Do you know how I got this wound on my neck?"

Paul sighed, "We were hoping that you could tell us that. Three nights ago there was typhoon that swept in over Cala City and when it passed, some guards found you in the Castle Courtyard while they were looking for storm damage. They immediately brought you here. Doctor Yueh doesn't know what caused the wound in your neck. He can only speculate that it was caused by some flying debris during the storm. As to your history before the storm… our data bases have no knowledge of you. It is as if you just dropped out of the sky." If it wasn't for Harry's skill in Legilimency, he would have missed the momentary flicker of indecision in Paul's eyes. Intrigued, Harry skirted the barriers of the boy's mind, searching for the reason for that hesitation. Upon touching Paul's mind, he found the source.

'Should I tell him about my dreams? I know that he will become my companion, and I've seen myself telling him about my visions in this very room, but Mother told me to keep them secret, keep them safe… But should I trust my dreams? I've seen him do amazing things, impossible things, things that can't be real… can they?'Harry stopped himself from smiling. He decided that he would have a little fun with the young Kwisatz Haderach.

"So…Tell me about your dreams, Usul."

Harry knew what would happen next. He had seen it a hundred times in many of his customers after he commented on hidden thoughts he heard through Legilimency. There would be a flash of surprise, then their reaction would dissolve into a simple expression of awe. Sometimes, depending upon the nature of what he said, there would be an aftershock of embarrassment or fear. He usually only did this to shut up people who were getting on his nerves or when someone was trying to hide the truth from themselves and it needed to be revealed (like when he tried to help Brian the last few times he had entered the shop). While Paul's reaction was severely muted due to his Bene Gesserit training, it was still there. His surprise was denoted by a miniscule widening of his eyes. It was quickly followed by awe, shown through a barely raised eyebrow and the slight opening of his mouth.

Paul quickly snapped out of his amazement. "How do you know about my dreams?

"I know many things," He decided to play the 'omniscient Dumbledore' angle. He wanted to follow this hallucination (if that what it truly is) as far as it would go. He knew that he would only be allowed to be part of the upcoming events if he was valuable to the family, and prescience was rare. Maybe he could help House Atreides avoid some of the sorrow that was to come. He didn't know how long he would be stuck here, but he would damn well make the most of it. "I know that you have been trained in the ways of the Bene Gesserit by your mother against her orders. I know that your paternal grandmother was behind the murder the Old Duke. I know the identity of your maternal grandparents. I know that your half brother was murdered by his mother in an assassination attempt on your father. I know who the love of your life will be… and who your wife will be. As I said, I know many things, past and future."

At each declaration of knowledge, Harry could feel Paul's surprise and awe deepen. Most of the statements were House secrets. The only statement that Paul doubted was the proposed knowledge of the identity of his maternal grandparents. Even his mother didn't know her parentage. He felt it unlikely that the person lying in the bed would know secrets jealously guarded by the Bene Gesserit. There was a slight pause in the conversation as Harry let his words sink in.

Harry was about to reinitiate the conversation when a look of realization crossed over Paul's face. Intrigued, Harry brushed up against the boy's mind.

'This corresponds perfectly to my dreams! Next he will ask me "What do your dreams tell you about me, Usul?"'

Harry smirked; the words Lady Jessica thought during her first meeting with Stilgar came to the forefront of his mind, "If only he knew the tricks we use!"*

"What do your dreams tell you about me, Usul?"

Paul's eyes lit up with excitement, all doubt blown away. "I have dreamt about this conversation. I have seen water flow from your outstretched hand into the desert. You will stand astride a sandworm and lead my fighters to victory for House Atreides. You will heal the wounded and cut down our enemies." The boy paused, seeming to consider what to say next. "You will be my companion, my confidant… my friend." The last word, friend, almost seemed foreign to Paul.

Harry realized that Paul must have never had a friend, a true friend that liked Paul for Paul, not the Heir to House Atreides. He may have played with the boys in the village, or with some of the Heirs of the Houses Minor on Caladan, but he always had to be wary, always looking over his shoulder for a threat, be it the Harkonnens or the Ixian Technocrats or any of the other multitudes of enemies that his father had made during the Tleilax occupation of Ix and the subsequent role of a peace negotiator. With Harry, Paul could be himself; his own visions had confirmed this fact.

"There is one thing, however, that my dreams haven't told me."

Harry let out a small chuckle, "Now what would that be?"

Paul smiled, "They haven't told me your name."

Harry could have face-palmed himself. "I'm sorry, that was rude of me. My name is Harry Potter, pleased to meet you." Harry tried to prop himself up so he could shake Paul's hand, but he had forgotten about his neck wound.

As soon as he started to move, pain shot through his nerves, forcing him to lie back on the bed. After the pain receded, it was replaced by a dull ache that seemed to penetrate his entire body.

"You rest, I will go find Doctor Yueh. He should have been here by now," and with that, Paul left the room.

As soon as his head hit the pillow, Harry closed his eyes and was fast asleep, not having noticed how tired he was.

Harry woke to Paul and another man ( whom Harry could only assume was Wellington Yueh, judging from the long dark hair tied up in a Suk School ring and a diamond tattooed to the middle of his forehead) speaking quietly in one of the corners of the room.

Yueh noticed Harry's open eyes and quickly crossed over to the bed.

"Good you're awake. Now, just a few more things before you are discharged," the man rummaged around in one of his lab coat's pockets. "Ah, here we are." He pulled out what looked to be a small octagonal pillbox. "This was the reason I was delayed. The last thing required before your release is a simple melange wafer. There was some minimal spinal cord damage when you sustained your injuries. The easiest remedy is melange since it facilitates nerve growth and repair along with its other more common usages as a geriatric drug," The doctor was speaking quickly, barely pausing to take a breath, all the while flittering around the bed, checking monitors and readouts of the machines around the walls. "I needed to get Ducal approval to obtain some from storage since it is so expensive, which is why I was delayed," he turned to Paul, "Thank you for your help convincing your father," he returned his gaze back to Harry. "Now, you just put the wafer on your tongue and let it dissolve. This way, you will be able to leave in a few hours as opposed to a few months." He snapped open the pillbox and removed a rust colored octagonal wafer. "Open."Harry obeyed, opening his mouth and allowing Dr. Yueh to place the melange on his tongue.

When he read Dune, Harry had always wondered what spice would taste like. The reality greatly exceeded his highest expectations. To Harry, the melange was pure ecstasy. He could feel himself rejuvenated. The spice tore through his body, causing his magical core to expand from the size of a snitch, lodged beneath his sternum, to fill his entire body. He subconsciously associated the feeling with the first time he held his wand, but this… this was infinitely more powerful. 'I wonder if this means I'll be able to cast wandless magic' was Harry's last thought before he blacked out.

Something was going terribly, terribly wrong. Just a few seconds after Harry had closed mouth, his eyes rolled up into his head and his body tensed, his back arching against the bed. Paul wanted to run to the bed, concerned for its occupant, but he couldn't. Every time he attempted to move any part of his body, his flesh rebelled. This was not paralyzing fear or shock, no… this was as if he was a prisoner inside his own body, forced to watch the person on the bed, but prohibited to interfere.

A low hum started to fill the room, growing in intensity until it was shaking the medical instruments that filled the room off of their stands, smashing to pieces on the floor. Slowly, Harry started to rise off of the bed, his body still straining against itself, levitating into the air.

Paul quickly realized that this too, was from another of his dreams. The boy's eyes widened. 'Ohh… This is going to hurt!' was all Paul could think before being launched at the wall, tearing through the sterility polymer membrane separating this room from the rest of the medical bay, flying into a group of guards that had just entered the large room.

They all collapsed in a heap, just in time to slightly cushion the landing of Dr. Yueh, who quickly followed Paul on his aerial exit of the sterility field. The only person who escaped the massive pile-up was Duncan Idaho, who only had time to register that a large projectile was speeding towards him. He quickly jumped and rolled to his left, unsheathing the Old Duke's sword, ready for another attack. Despite his Swordmaster training, he did not have time to realize that the projectile was actually Paul.

After doing a quick security scan of the room and calling for an emergency lockdown of the castle, he turned back to the pile of jumbled bodies. It was only then that he realized that both Paul and the Duke (who had been speaking to a couple of medics about the status of the mysterious victim of the typhoon and had been, unfortunately, standing in the path of Paul's trajectory) had been knocked unconscious along with the majority of the guards.

He blanched at the thought that this could be another assassination attempt but quickly took action. Calling for medics, he quickly began the process of extracting Paul and the Duke from the pile.

"Sinus rhythm stimulators at 150 Joules… Clear!"

Pain shot through Harry as his back arched, the electric current running across his heart.

"Raise to 200 Joules… Clear!" Again, all Harry felt was pain. "We have a steady rhythm. Harry, can you hear me?"

"Oww," was all Harry could moan. He tried to open his eyes, but was only confronted by the bright light from the glowglobe hanging directly above his head. "Argh!" he exclaimed as his eyes felt as if they had just been stabbed by the bright light. Needless to say, he immediately clamped his eyes shut. "Turn off the lights! It is way too bright in here. Can you… oh what the hell! Nox!"

To the surprise of most of the people crowded into the small (newly repaired) sterility field, the glowglobes turned off. Unfortunately for Harry, the light of the glowglobes was also tied to their suspension function. So, when the glowglobe above his head went out, it also lost its levitation, sending it plummeting towards Harry's face. Thankfully the Lady Jessica was one of the people crowded around Harry's bed. She was able to catch the falling globe (even in the dark) before it was able to knock him unconscious and most likely break his nose.

Harry slowly opened his eyes. It was pitch black, but he could feel the presences of the others in the room. Just as Harry sensed Paul sitting by his bed, the others' presences resonated in Harry's magic. From what he knew of the personalities of the characters from the books, he could guess who were present in the room: Duke Leto, Lady Jessica, Paul, Gurney Halleck, Thufir Hawat, and Dr. Yueh.

"I will leave you to your questioning, but I have to say, Thufir, I have already healed him. If you damage him in your 'interogation'," Harry could actually hear the quotes around the word, "they you will be responsible for his health, not me." With that, Harry could hear Dr. Yueh walk to the exit, only to trip over some medical instrument and land on the floor with a loud crash. Mumbling something about idiotic assistants whose IQ you could count on one hand, he stood, brushed himself off, and left.

Thufir Hawat ignored the Suk. "I believe, Mr. Potter, that you have some questions to answer."

Harry knew what techniques that the legendary Warrior Mentat, the Atreides Master of Assasins, employed and, needless to say, he was scared. Harry decided to, again, dive into the omniscient façade that he had put up for Paul. "Now, now, Thufir, I do not believe that your usual tactics will be necessary… after all, we do have a truthsayer present."

Jessica spoke up, "I am sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Potter, but not all Bene Gesserit are truthsayers. The average Sister does not have that power."

"I know that, my Lady, but I was not speaking of you. I was referring of our very own Paul Atreides."

"That is not possible. The only truthsayers in existence derive from the Bene Gesserit. Besides, it is not possible for a man to-"

"He is telling the truth, mother."

Harry heard Paul's parrents' gasps and a grunt from Thufir as he absorbed this data and fell into Mentat mode.

Harry opened his eyes hesitantly, hoping that the light level was low enough that it wouldn't feel like he was stabbing himself in the cornea. Thankfully, the ambient light that was filtering through the sterility field walls was barely enough for him to see by. He glanced at Lady Jessica, wanting to see her reaction to this news and couldn't stifle a small chuckle.

"I beg your pardon, my Lady, but I never thought I would ever see a Bene Gesserit so surprised that their prana-bindu training was overridden."

Jessica closed her mouth with a snap, her eyes narrowing in suspicion, "How do you-"

"Know of your training? As I told Paul, I know many things, including your training and heritage. I have seen parts of both your past and future."

Needing more information for comparison and verification, Thufir spoke up, "Is that a fact, Mr. Potter?"

"Yes, it is… Oh, you want a demonstration, do you? Let me see, what are some examples that will convince you? Hmm… Let's start with Lady Jessica," said woman raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow, "The day that Rhombur Vernius went to the Mother School on Wallach IX, Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam, while you were both hiding in an upper gallery behind a privacy screen, pointed out his Grace and told you that you were destined for him." Harry could tell that this had hit home as the Lady's eyes widened almost imperceptibly.

"Next, we move on to the great Warrior Mentat. When the Duke was imprisoned before his Trial by Forfeiture, you slipped him a dagger, which he then used to dispatch two Tleilax assassins. The next time you saw him, you slipped him a maula pistol.

"Guney Halleck, you're next. When you were under the command of Dominic Vernius at his smuggler base on Salusa Secundaus, you encountered a Fremen youth. Believe it or not, that was actually Liet Kynes, the Imperial Planetologist and Judge of the Change on Arrakis. Oh, almost forgot! You escaped Harkonnen enslavement by hiding in the shipment of blue obsidian that his Grace bought for Kailea Vernius's contemplation room, the one that was modeled after the Grand Ballroom on Ix.

"Duncan Idaho, after the Old Duke was killed, his Grace found you practicing with his father's sword, the same sword which he then gave to you just before you left for the Swordmaster Academy on Ginaz.

"Finally, we come to his Grace. When awaiting your Trial by Forfeiture in prison, you received a message cube simply stating that Shaddam IV was involved with the Tleilaxu and to use this information wisely. You then used that knowledge to blackmail the Emperor into coming to your rescue by bluffing, stating that your defense at the Trial would include full disclosure of Shaddam's involvement with the Tleilaxu.

"I know that at least one of you is probably thinking that I am a threat. I have enough knowledge of House Atreides that I could easily destroy this House. I could, but I won't. Paul can verify that I am telling the truth when I say that I only wish to use my knowledge for the betterment of House Atreides and to assist Paul in his terrible purpose."

Paul was the only one who seemed to be unaffected by this speech, "He speaks the truth."

There were a few moments of silence. Gurney Halleck broke the tension that was building in the room, "What is this terrible purpose that you are talking about, and what does it have to do with Paul?"

"That is a secret of the Bene Gesserit, so I will defer this question to Lady Jessica."

All those surrounding Harry's bed turned to Lady Jessica, but she didn't seem to notice, "Is he the one, the one the Sisterhood has been waiting for?"

Harry gave a bark of a laugh, something he had developed in honor of Sirius, "Yes and no. He is your precious Kwisatz Haderach, but he is much greater than anything you could have expected. Paul shall not be controlled by the Sisterhood. He is what the Universe needs, not what the Sisterhood wants. For Paul's own safety, you must keep this information out of their hands. They will seek to control him, to use him as a weapon that they can use to form today's universe into their own social experiment. Once they see that he cannot be controlled, they will attempt to destroy him so he could not be used against them." Harry sighed and looked the woman in the eye, "When Reverend Mother Mohiam comes to test Paul with the Gom Jabbar, you must keep silent about what I have told you. You have already disobeyed the Sisterhood once; you conceived a son out of love for the Duke instead of a daughter. I beg you, disobey them a second time, this time out of love for your son. Start his training immediately… He will need it."

Harry could feel Jessica's conflicting emotions waging behind her eyes. Eventually, Harry was rewarded with a small nod.

"I think, Mr. Potter, that, given your situation, a more extensive questioning is in order," Thufir Hawat's voice had a steely edge to it, "You, yourself, claim to have knowledge that could topple House Atreides, surely you agree that we should be cautious in-"

"No, Thufir. He is not to be interrogated like a prisoner or foreign combatant. Mr. Potter is our honored guest from here on."

"My Lady, I must insist. He could be an age-"

"I said NO Thufir. If he has so much information, and I don't doubt that he does, why would he come to us preaching that fact if he meant to destroy this House? No, he came to help. I trust Paul, and if Paul trusts Mr. Potter, then so do I." Lady Jessica turned to her son, who gave a small smile and nodded his confirmation.

"My Lord, surely you see the folly in this?"

"Thufir I trust Jessica implicitly and so should you. She has devoted her life to House Atreides. She is not Kailea, Thufir, move on and see Jessica for herself."

As the adults that had gathered around the hospital bed argued, no one except Paul noticed when Harry had fallen asleep.

"Mr. Potter… Mr. Potter, it's time for you to be discharged. You need to get up," Dr. Yueh's voice penetrated Harry's subconscious, jolting him of dreams of religious fanatics spreading across the galaxy under the flag of House Atreides and the banner of a green eye on a black field of stars*.

"Hmm? What now?" He was still confused by the second banner that he saw in his dreams. He recognized the jihad that was to come, but what was the second banner? That wasn't in the books.

Harry turned to the Suk, but he was checking a readout on one of the many instruments around the room. "You're being discharged, Mr. Potter. I have been told that a guest suite has been set up for you to use until the move to Arrakis. Ohh, almost slipped my mind! Lady Jessica has left a letter for you on your bedside table." Harry looked, and, sure enough, there sat a letter addressed to 'Mister Harry Potter'. He started to reach for the letter, but his attention was redirected as Dr. Yueh suddenly said, "I'll be right back, Mr. Potter. I need to check if these results against the data we collected earlier before your… shall we say, telekinetic reaction to the melange?" and without waiting for a response, the Suk bustled out of the room.

Shrugging, Harry reached over to his bedside table ('I can move again without feeling like I've been put under the Cruciatus… Yay!') and picked up his letter. Looking around for any surveillance devices, he muttered a quick Diffindo and the envelope fell away from the letter inside.

Greetings Mr. Potter,

I have written to you to inform you of the present situation regarding your new position within House Atreides. After much convincing by both myself and my son, the Duke and his advisors have allowed you a trial period in which you will be allowed to prove your worth to the House and its Duke. Your skills will be assessed by both Gurney Halleck and myself. While you are allowed today as a day of rest and relaxation, we will begin your assessment tomorrow. Until your place within House Atreides has been secured, you will be escorted by a guard any time you decide to leave your room.

Paul has shared his dreams of you with me. I have to say, Mr. Potter, I am impressed. If you can do half the things Paul claims, you will be a worthy addition to House Atreides. Personally, I believe your claim of knowledge of the past, present, and future, although I don't know how you know the things you know. The only records of prescience that have been recorded have been shoddy at best. Your assertions of the future have been validated in my mind. I just received a message from Wallach IX stating that Reverend Mother Mohiam will be arriving to test Paul with the Gom Jabbar.

I am heartily looking forward to your training. If what Paul says is true, you have as much, if not more, to teach us as we have to teach you.

Sincerely,

Lady Jessica of House Atreides
Ducal Concubine
Sister of the Bene Gesserit

After rereading the letter, he put the letter back on the desk, only for it to disintegrate before his very eyes ('So that was instroy paper?). So he was going to be given a trial period? 'Well, I guess I'll just have to knock their socks off then, won't I? (Do people even wear socks in this reality?) It shouldn't be that hard if I throw around a little magic. I guess the only thing that I should be worried about will be weapons. Jessica said that they will be teaching me things, so I guess that it won't be that bad. They won't expect me to know everything immediately. I wonder if-"

Harry was snapped out of his rumination by Dr. Yueh who chose that moment to reenter the room. "Well, Mr. Potter, are you ready to," the doctor stopped midstride and midsentence, "Oh my… well, I wasn't expecting that." The doctor was staring at Harry like he was an extremely interesting bug.

"What? Do I have something on my face? Is something wrong?"

"I – er, I think it would be better if I showed you."

The doctor looked around for something reflective. Walking over to Harry with a small hand mirror (why that was in a hospital room, Harry did not know), the doctor held up the mirror so that Harry could clearly see his reflection.

Harry was stumped. He could probably process this if he saw each change individually, but not both at the same time. The wizard shook his head and stared back at his reflection, taking things one at a time.

The first thing he noticed was his eyes. Something must had happened when he had the reaction to the melange. Somehow, after only a small amount of melange, he had acquired what the Fremen called Eyes of the Ibad. While this was a normal characteristic on Arrakis, Harry knew that he would stand out like a sore thumb. Instead of the all encompassing dark blue of the Fremen's Eyes of the Ibad that seeped out of their cornea until the entire eye was a sapphire orb, Harry's eyes were green. The same vivid emerald color that used to only adorn his corneas now encompassed the entirety of both eyes. He didn't know if this would help him or hurt him when it came to his future interaction with the Fremen. While Eyes of the Ibad may help him become more readily accepted, the green might scare them away. Green was the color of mourning in the Fremen culture. He may be hailed as cursed with misery or a demon.

Harry didn't dwell on this though, there was a bigger change that effected him that was making his brain misfire, causing him to stare blindly at his reflection.

Harry was no longer the forty year old man he had been before he had been shot. No, he seventeen again.

*Dune pg. 284 (paperback)

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