Author's Note: Updates will probably not happen very often, but most of you probably already guessed that. I'm making this a larger than normal update to make up for that. I'll try not to leave you with cliffhangers. Also, there's a new poll.

Harry ran from his friends, trying and failing at hiding the anger from Ron's actions behind a wall of impassiveness. He continued away from them, until he was at a safe distance from them, when he apparated back to Sirius's house.

Surprisingly, it was not swarming with black robed men, and Harry Stunned and bound the lone Death Eater who was standing guard at the door. He ventured inside the house, and almost broke down.

Sirius's house was no more than a enormous room with massive scorch marks.

Someone (probably old Voldemort) had blasted down all the walls, the second floor, and had cleared everything away. The only thing left was a large trapdoor in the middle of the room, that was apparently indestructible.

Harry cautiously approached it, and tugged it open.

A sudden flash of bright light blasted him away from it, and before he could hit the bare walls of Sirius' house, the space in front of the wall seemingly tore open, and Harry fell into the seam, barely managing to hold on to his wand as he did so.

Harry woke up on a strange bed, that was floating in the air. He pushed back the covers and noticed that he was in long, white robes that were clean. He also noticed that the veins that crisscrossed his skin were a glowing blue.

This led him to examine his body a bit more. When he found out that he was 3 meters tall, he laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe for a minute after. Ron would never be taller than him again!

Eventually he walked out of the room, and into a long dark corridor that was occasionally lit by glowing green strips of light.

He reached out and probed the minds of some blue-skinned aliens nearby, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. In fact, he realized, he had a entire set of memories that were not his own.

Using his newly found knowledge, he made his way to the Dark Prelate, Zeratul's, office and tapped the small rune that was inscribed on the door. The door hummed and collapsed inwards, allowing Harry to continue.

When he walked in, Zeratul turned around, and stared at Harry with piercing green eyes. Harry stared back, and they were locked in a silent staring contest for a while. Zeratul finally broke the silence.

"You are wondering why you are here?"

"Yes" came Harry's firm, yet soft reply.

"Very well. Sit down, though for it is a long story, and you are weary."

And Zeratul explained.

"You are in the Koprulu Sector. Many eons ago, before any of us were alive, or any of our ancestors were, for that matter, there was a people, called the Xel'Naga. They were near immortal, and wielded unimaginable power. The only thing that can compare to it is the power of an Archon, although that is not relative. The Xel'Naga created many species, and evolved others. However, eventually they wanted to find some form of purity. And so they found the Protoss. We were living on our homeland of Aiur, and we were not very advanced: equivalent to your medieval ages, i believe. The Xel'Naga saw in us, the purity of form, and gave us the weapons and powers that made us into what we are now. The Xel'Naga also evolved the Zerg, to fulfill the part of purity of essence. They were bound under one being; the Overmind."

"The Zerg and the Protoss have been at war now for many decades now. You were brought here by an ancient warp device, owned by the Black family, which had some ties to the Protoss fanatical group of the Tal'Darim. However, my people now occupy this Tal'darim territory, and so you were brought to us."

"But what does that have to do with the changes in my body? What about my new memories, too?"

Zeratul seemed to smile. "An old Protoss dark templar, decided that he had lived far too long and wanted to join the void, so he poured his essence into you, whiles his soul drifted into the eternal darkness of the Void."

Harry processed this information for a while, and Zeratul let him be. Finally, he spoke up.

"So, what do you want of me?"

"It would be most ideal if you were to help us against the Zerg threat, you know things no one in the Koprulu sector knows. He also have the experience of five millennium old dark templar, although you still need to train."

"And what if I refuse to join the fight?"

Zeratul's eyes darkened. "Then you will be an outcast among our people, a coward, and the Zerg would tear you to pieces in the end anyways."

Harry let out a deep breath. "Alright. I'll make you a deal. I will help you against the Zerg threat, but I will not have to obey anyone's orders against my own free will. I also have unfinished business where I come from, and I may want to return there at certain times."

Zeratul stared at him for a long time. Then he slowly nodded. "I accept your terms." He rose to his feet and offered out an arm to Harry. "Welcome to the Dark Templar, Harry Potter."

Harry sighed as he recalled that particular memory. Those times with Zeratul and his buddies were some of the best of his life. Plus, he got to meet the infamous Jim Raynor, and had fun clobbering the man over the head with his own beer bottle. He kept the remains of the bottle as a reminder of how he shook the rebellion's leader out of his depression.

He glanced at the annoying Carrows in front of him as they shouted at him for being a blood traitor and a supporter of the Light side. He grinned like a Cheshire cat. He sure did support the light side of the force.

Apparently the grin was the last straw, because Alecto screeched and started firing Avada Kedavras at him again, along with a few other nasty spells that would do a bit more then stun and disarm.

Harry just gave them a thumbs down and started run horizontally up the wall, which should've been impossible. When you're a Protoss, however, you get to defy many laws of physics. He grinned as he saw Ron and Hermione staring up at him with their mouths gaping open.

He was now standing upside down on the ceiling and deflecting all of the Carrow's spells out an open window. He suddenly got angry at this arrogant pureblood supremacist who thought that she was better than anyone else.

Activating his warp blades, he dropped down from the ceiling and sliced her in half from head to toe. He immediately spun around and sliced Amycus the other way.

Remembering that there were children there, he warped away the bodies before they could fall to pieces and give everyone a heart attack. He just looked at the shocked faces of everyone and asked "What?"

Ron was (not surprisingly) the first to speak, and it was (not surprisingly) an obnoxious question.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing, murdering people in Hogwarts?"

Hermione tried to stop him, but he was on a roll.

"You're just spilling blood all over the school grounds and you don't even care! You're just as bad as You-Know-Who!"

Harry raised one of his eyebrows. "One, I severely doubt that by most people's standards, Death Eaters are people. Two, they had death warrants on their heads anyways. Three, I do care that I'm ridding the world of a menace. Four, just say Voldemort for Aiur's sake! Man up, Weasley!"

The reactions were hilarious.

Most of the students and teachers were gaping open mouthed at this blatant disrespect for Ron, or were laughing their heads off. Ginny had almost collapsed, Hermione was breaking out in small fits of hiccups, McGonagall was simply looking serenely at the scene but with a slight upwards tunr of her lips, and for perhaps the first time in his life, Severus Snape had the sudden urge to laugh.

Ron was the most comical. His face had turned red, the veins in his neck were popping out, and he was glaring at the professor with an amount of hate one would think was reserved for Death Eaters. However, he dared not say a word, in case he was humiliated further.

Harry gave everyone a mocking salute, and left the Great Hall.

Later Snape confronted Harry in his office. They were both silent for a while, before, Harry suddenly said,

"Do you remember the color of Weasley's face? Almost the same as his hair!"

At that Snape laughed.

Really laughed.

Harry stared at Snape.

Snape stared at Harry.

Then they both laughed again.

Eventually they sobered up and Snape asked him,

"You know, you could've blown your cover there. Not that many people will simply say Voldemort like that."

"I'll try to restrain myself."

"That's turned out well in the past." Snape replied with a touch of sarcasm.

"Fine, I won't. Happy?"

Snape considered for a moment. "It'll be good enough for now."

Harry stood up and left the room, giving Snape the same mock salute, which Snape returned.

A bit of randomness at the end, but I always thought that Snape should loosen up a bit. Plus, Dumbledore should have told Harry that Snape was a spy in canon. That might have helped.