Unified Theory
Chapter 1: Unified Theory 101
Ron Weasley smiled as he entered the house in Muggle London that he shared with his wife Hermione. He smelled lunch as he crossed the threshold, ecstatic that while Hermione was on maternity leave with their first child Rose, he could come home for lunch instead of having to eat at the Chudley Cannons training facility with the rest of the team. "Hermione, I'm home," he said loudly as he entered the kitchen.
"Shhh, she's sleeping," Hermione whispered at him as she pointed to the living room where Rose was sleeping in a crib. "Dig in," she relaxed in her chair, listening to the Wizarding Wireless Network on the radio.
"You look tired," Ron pointed out as he attacked a sandwich. "Rose being picky today?" he asked as his wife glared at him. "Right then, shutting up," Ron blushed, eating in silence.
"She was fussy all morning, I just got her to take her nap, if you wake her up, I will hurt you," she glared at Ron, taking a sandwich for herself. She frowned as the radio changed to static, setting down her food to go fiddle with the device. "Work you bloody machine," she played with the knobs for a second before the static stopped, replaced by silence.
"Did you break it?" Ron asked.
"No, it's broadcasting, but all that is coming over it is silence," Hermione frowned as she examined it with her wand.
"What wrong with it?" Lee Jordan's supervisor asked him.
"I don't know, you can see all the connections are working right," Lee pointed out to his boss who never worked a WWN machine in his life. "See here, this is the signal that should be being broadcast," he pointed at a fluctuating pulse of energy on the screen in front of him. "It's being broadcast correctly on our end, something out there is jamming it," Lee explained to his boss, a recent graduate from Hogwarts' Slytherin house.
"Well something is obviously wrong, bloody Gryffindor," he snarled at Lee. "Take the system offline then restart it," he ordered Lee.
"It will take us hours to get it back up again, we should find what is jamming it first," Lee protested.
"I don't care what you think, I am your superior, now shut it down," he looked down on the older man.
"Fine, have it your way, bloody wanker," he added under his breath and began the shutdown sequence for the WWN.
"Nott, if your cousin cannot do his job right, I will have no choice but to give the job to Mr. Jordan," Lucius frowned at Theodore Nott and the silence in the upscale wizarding restaurant. He was out having lunch with his son Draco and Theo Nott, both who held assistant department head positions in the Ministry.
"I am sure Stephan will be handle the situation," Nott frowned. "I pressed the importance of his appointment over the mudblood supporter, he will not let us down," Nott started at the small radio embedded into each table. "There," he let out a nervous breath as music resumed, playing the Hogwarts School song.
"Interesting choice of music," Draco laughed at Nott's discomfort before his eyes grew wide at the sound coming out of the radio.
Hello everyone, my name is Harry James Potter and I have a story to tell you. Don't bother to change the station, I have hacked the satellites, jammed the radios, and the Wizarding Wireless Network will take close to two hours to be operational again and jam my signal. So now that I have a captive audience, allow me to tell you a little about myself.
"Oh my god," Hermione's jaw dropped as she heard Harry talk.
"Hermione, what's a satellite?" he asked as she dashed out of the kitchen to the room where Rose was sleeping, grabbing a remote control off the coffee table. "Hermione?" he chased after her as he saw her turn on the television. "Why's Harry on the television?" he frowned as Rose woke up hearing his voice.
Like I said, some of you know me, but most of you don't, so I'll give you a brief rundown of my life. I was born in 1980 and sent to live with my relatives Vernon and Petunia Dursley after my parents were murdered by Tom Riddle Jr. on Halloween in 1981. Life there was hell, they beat, starved, and abused me all my life when I was under their roof, Number 4, Privet Drive, Surrey, if you want to go have a chat with them. When I was eleven, I was given a letter and a told my parents had paid for me to go to a private school in Scotland…
"…school in Scotland, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," Harry smiled through the television set. He was standing behind a podium, with a laptop computer open in front of him and a large projection screen set up behind him, displaying a logo with the letters U and T.
"Hermione, when did the WWN start doing a television station too?" Ron asked as he played with their daughter Rose.
"They didn't Ron, he's on every channel…" she gasped as she flipped through the channels on the TV, all of them showing the same thing.
"I graduated from Hogwarts in 1998," a small section of the television screen displayed the diploma he received from McGonagall following the final battle. "Afterwards I retired from the public life to continue my life and care for my godson Teddy, say hi," he turned around waving his hand as the boy came forward. "Say hi," Harry smiled at the boy whose hair rapidly turned red as he blushed.
"Hi Aunt Hermione, hi Uncle Ron!" the boy waved before hiding behind Harry again.
"Bloody hell Hermione, what is Harry doing?" Ron frowned. "The Obliviators are going to have to work overtime for this prank," he stopped when Hermione stared an angry hole in his head. "What?"
"Ron, he's on every television station, he's probably broadcasting to a billion Muggles right now," she explained to her shocked husband.
After graduation from Hogwarts, I worked on my higher education more seriously. In 2001 I received Bachelor Degrees from various institutions for a number of disciplines, following with my Masteries that I completed a couple months ago. I now hold Mastery level degrees in Mathematics, Physics, Astrophysics, Biology, Chemistry, Nuclear Science, Computer Science and Programming, Potions, Transfiguration, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Dark Arts, Ancient Runes, Spellcrafting, Arithmancy, Astronomy, and of course, Care of Magical Creatures.
"What is Potty going on about now, he hasn't been in England for years?" Draco frowned as he tried to ignore Harry's voice.
"It does not matter, once he is found we will throw him in Azkaban for disrupting the WWN, that ought to teach him some manners," Lucius laughed. His laughter stopped when he saw his aide, Draco's wife Astoria headed toward them frantically.
"What's wrong dear?" Draco asked his wife.
"Haven't you been listening?" she gasped, out of breath.
"What? Potty went and hijacked the WWN, we were thinking of the best way to punish him when he is found," Draco laughed before his wife slapped him. "What the bloody hell was that for?" he rubbed his face.
"He's not just on the WWN, he's on every radio and television station!" she explained loudly.
For those of you that are confused about some things I have said so far, allow me to put it simply. There's a magical world, and there's a non-magical world, which we wizards commonly call the Muggle world. Yeah, wizards, witches, wands, they're all real. And they are not going to be very happy with me after this broadcast.
"The Statute of Secrecy… is he out of his mind?" Ron asked as he sat entranced by the TV as Harry explained how the wizarding world had hidden itself from the Muggles in great detail.
"Oh my god, he didn't…" she frowned as something clicked in her head. "Accio book!" she waved her wand, summoning a book from the shelves. She opened it carefully, glancing at the inside cover before slamming it shut angrily. "I am going to kill him," she frowned, gripping the book tightly.
"What's the matter? That's the book you published last year, isn't it?" he frowned noticing Hermione's murderous gaze on the TV. She had been working on a revised history of the magical world after being contacted by a book company three years ago and had finished and published it when she was midway through her pregnancy with Rose. Surprisingly the book's sales had been off the charts, unheard of for nothing but a revised, but unbiased, history.
"Marauder International, Publishing Division," her nostrils flared with anger.
I know it's a bit much to take in, but if you will just give me one moment. There we go, a copy of the magical history of the world for everyone.
Ron and Hermione were startled as a copy of the book appeared on the top of their TV set. "How the bloody hell did he do that?" Ron swore as he went and examined the book.
"He somehow rigged portkeys to transport the books to anyone listening to the signal, go check the WWN box," she ordered as she took the book from him, opening it to see some familiar handwriting inside.
"Yeah, one popped in by the radio too," Ron shouted from the other room, stopping to get a bottle for Rose.
"Hermione. Sorry for not telling you about my plans with the book and all, but I figured you'd try to talk me out of it. Don't worry, I have a plan. Harry," she read the script to Ron when he came back.
"Oh, he has a plan, it better be a good one, because Malfoy is going to have his head after all this," Ron laughed. "When did he get the time to get all those degrees when raising Teddy anyway? I mean, he was smart, but not that smart," Ron asked as Harry explained what portkeys were and about the book to his audience.
"There's no way he could have, there's not enough time to get that many degrees," she furrowed her brow. "They never would have given him one…" she frowned as she thought something over in her head, studying Harry's face on the TV. "He built a Time-Turner…" she gasped.
"Stephan, I want that broadcast shut down now immediately, and find where he's broadcasting from," Lee heard Theo Nott's voice come over the Floo, yelling at his cousin.
"We're working on it sir," Stephan began to sweat as turned from the Floo to yell at his assistant. "I thought I told you to shut it down Jordan," he glared at the back of the head of dreadlocks.
"If you weren't such a bloody moron and knew how the system worked, you would know it is shut down," Lee laughed as he heard Harry coming over the radio built into the control console. "This console emits a jamming wave on Muggle radios so that only specialized wizarding radios can pick up the WWN signal, if it was working, I could stop the signal, that's what the silence was earlier, it was console here being frozen with Harry's signal," Lee explained.
"Then turn it back on and stop him," his boss said through gritted teeth.
"Weren't you listening to what I said earlier you wanker?" Lee snorted, turning in his chair to face his boss. "I told you it would take hours to get back up and we should have searched for the other signal first before shutting it down," Lee got up from his chair and stretched. "It will take me an hour and a half, minimum to get it back up and running," Lee grinned. "Better you cry to cousin Theo how you screwed up, cause I sure as hell am not taking the blame for this, I quit," he flipped the Syltherin off before leaving the WWN control room.
Now, back to business, we have a magical world and a Muggle world living side by side, but the magical side hiding from the Muggle side due to archaic laws regarding an International Statue of Secrecy in 1692 to help deal with persecution of the wizarding world by the Muggle world. That was over three hundred years ago, I think it is time for a change, whether the wizarding world is ready for it or not.
"Ah, it appears my guests of honor have arrived, I had best be quick," Harry smiled as the split screen showed a group of wizards outside #12 Grimmauld Place, sending spells at an opaque shield surrounding the building. "As you can see, the Minister of Magic, Lucius Malfoy," the second screen zoomed in on the furious man who was screaming obscenities to the Aurors as they tried to break down the shield. "He has found where my signal was originating from," Harry winked at the camera.
"I thought he moved out of number twelve?" Ron frowned.
"He did, he's tricking them," Hermione smirked at the image of the angry Minister.
"Funny thing about the Minister, he supported the last wizarding Dark Lord, killing, raping, pillaging in his name, but got off because he claimed he was under the Imperius, mind control, curse," Harry frowned at the camera. "And he ran his election campaigns based on fear of anyone who was not of pure wizarding descent," Harry rolled his eyes. "The wizarding world is not that bright and elected him in wide majority," Harry snorted.
"Now, on to business," Harry grinned as the camera panned out, revealing an odd looking machine next to him on the stage. "Through some extensive tests and studies, I have made some discoveries, in regards to the nature of magic, and am presenting it to you, the world, as my Unified Theory," he pressed a button as small binder of papers appeared on the top of their TV.
"Accio," Hermione ordered, opening it and scanning the pages rapidly. "Oh my god," Hermione's eyes grew wide as she kept reading and Ron held Rose, watching Harry carefully.
Magic, simply put, is not magic. What people define as wizardry is caused by a specific sequence of genes in the 37th sector of the human genome. You either have no magic and are a Muggle, can see certain magics, but cannot use and are a Squib, or are a witch or wizard of some degree of power. What the changes in the genetic structure allow is the harnessing of magical energy and channeling it through a wand, or other such medium.
I analyzed the radiation, energy waves, every aspect of magic as it was taught to me, with Muggle scientific devices.
"Magical energy," Harry used quotation marks with his fingers. "Magical energy is just another form of ambient energy found in nature that those with the wizarding genetic markers learned how to use," he shrugged as he gestured at his machine. "The real trick was figuring how to use Muggle electricity to break the magic barrier and tap into the ambient energy with modern technology," Harry smirked.
"Oh my," Hermione murmured as she read through the binder at an alarming rate, half listening to Harry. "He…that machine…" she stammered.
"Once I figured how to break the barrier, all I had to do was program it to function like a proper energy wave form, aka a spell, curse, hex, etc., and bam, modern magic," Harry placed a chair before his machine and stepped back, pressing at several buttons. The machine hummed before emitting a soft glow that enveloped the chair, transforming it into a golden retriever. "It takes a bit of energy to make the process work, but then again, this is only a prototype," he grinned sheepishly.
"Hermione…he just changed that chair into a dog with that machine," Ron was stunned.
"He's done a hell of a lot more than that," she gasped as she kept looking through the binder.
"Now, time to deal with the Minister of Magic," Harry smiled as he walked back over to his laptop.
Lucius Malfoy glared at the Black house as the shield around it finally dropped. "About bloody time!" he berated his Aurors.
"It wasn't us sir," the one closest to him responded.
"Then who…" he froze as a transparent image of Harry Potter appeared before him. "Potter, you are under arrest, get him!" he shouted as several Aurors shot ropes from their wands, encountering nothing but air as they passed through Harry.
"Come now Lucius, it's like you've never seen a hologram before," Harry laughed, grinning from ear to ear. "I must commend you on tracking my signal here, what do you plan to do with all the Muggles that saw my little program?" Harry questioned him as the Aurors burst into the house, searching for him.
"They will be Obliviated like the Muggle filth they are," Lucius swore at him. "You're going to Azkaban, I'll have you executed for this," Lucius glared at him.
"Well, you'll have to find me first," Harry laughed, looking back at the house as it was ransacked. "I'm not in there you know," he taunted the Minister. "The only thing they'll find is the relay transmitter that I put in the attic and just shut off so I can broadcast from my backup site," he held back laughter as he noted Malfoy's murderous gaze.
"So what's this all about then Potter? Telling the Muggles, what do you hope to accomplish?" Lucius was seething.
"Oh, well I was kinda hoping it would destroy the magical world, force you and the Muggles to work together for a change," Harry shrugged.
"Not while I am Minister of Magic," Lucius glared back at the man with hate in his eyes.
"Excellent point," Harry nodded as whiz cut through the air and a dart stuck out of Malfoy's neck. "That dart is full of Veritaserum," Harry explained as elder Malfoy pulled the offending dart from his neck. "And when I sent this hologram out here, I changed the transmission device, so everyone is seeing and hearing us right now," Harry laughed.
"Now Lucius, let's talk about your time with Voldemort," Harry's hologram said seriously as Ron and Hermione stared at the TV set in shock.
"He did it," Hermione squeaked.
"Checkmate," Ron grinned, nodding at his old friend.
A/N: Yup. Sirius will be explained next chapter, as will the repercussions of Harry's broadcast, hope it wasn't too scientific.