Chapter 4: Memoria Exido
Harry felt like he had taken a Bludger between the eyes, how? Why? The last thing he remembered was… Wait what was the last thing he remembered. There was the horcrux in a library, a crazy magical whatnot, hmm, what else, there was Voldemort. Voldemort! Harry had just realized whom else shard the room with him, his friends, and the muggles dressed for Halloween. For in a bed on the other side of the room lay Voldemort. Harry was preparing to inform his friends of this, when it suddenly struck Harry what the bald muggle was saying.
"…And during our attempts to transfer the energy to another place it destabilized. We beamed you aboard and only just revived you."
Harry looked at his friends wondering what they thought of this whole messed up situation. Ron looked at the man as though the man was speaking troll. And Hermione was paying rapt attention, occasionally nodding her head when the captain mentioned something she was familiar with. She was lucky Harry thought to himself. Being rasied by muggles she was more prepared to comprehend things like space ships and time displacement. Of course even though Harry's upbringing by the Dursleys was, sheltered to put it mildly, Harry could grasp the thought of being in space. Unlike poor Ron who while not dumb by any means had trouble understanding anything not put in terms of Quidditch.
Over the course of a few minutes, Harry began to painstakingly attempt to explain to captain Picard exactly why they should put Voldemort under arrest. Their conversation was interrupted by a message for Picard informing him that two agents from the Department of Temporal Investigations had arrived.
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The agents from the Federation Department of Temporal Investigations Mr. Dulmer and his partner Mr. Lucsly entered the briefing room to join the two wizards, a witch, and the Enterprise senior staff. Agent Dulmer was a humorless unsympathetic man. With blond hair parted to one side in a vain attempt to cover a bald spot that had begun to form. Mr. Lucsly, was more lighthearted than his somber friend. His role was more for observation and note taking. As representatives of the Department of Temporal investigations, their job was to catalogue and contain various distresses to the time stream this was not their first meeting with the Enterprise crew. Some months ago, there was an incident with Picard involving meddling with the Time space continuum in order to prevent the Enterprise from falling down a wormhole. Mr. Dulmer thought Picard had acted irrationally, messing with the time stream like that. Needless to say, he and Picard just didn't get along.
"Captain, crew, and guests." Began agent Dulmer casting his icy blue gaze on the assembly. "Allow me to cut to the chase, you three children's first lesson in your 24th century education. Your claims against this Voldemort are unfounded. And by Federation laws, without hard evidence, you cannot make half the claims that you have. Because in the Federation, we believe in innocence until proven guilty in a court of law."
"Sounds like more bureaucracy." muttered Ron under his breath.
"You don't understand!" Said Harry angrily, "Voldemort is a mass murderer who has killed many innocent people. He has also ordered the deaths of thousands of others at the hands of his minions. He personally murdered my parents, and he has tried to kill me on many occasions."
Mr. Lucsly, who was busy entering notes on his data pad put his hand on Dulmers shoulder preventing him from making a hot headed retort. "Frank, if they really are wizards of old. I want to administer the test as soon as possible."
"Test, what test?" asked Ron in a nervous tone of voice after getting his abominable scores back from his NEWT level testing.
"What exactly do you mean? Wizards of old?" said Hermione a sense of dread coming over her.
Agent Dulmer looked at Hermione. "It would be easier to show you Miss. Granger."
With that agent Dulmer placed his briefcase on the table opening it to reveal a glass orb, roughly the size of a tennis ball. With blue smoke swirling within.
"A Remembrall?" said Hermione in shock. "But what's with the color. It should be white… well, at least until you forget something."
Mr. Lucsly leaned forward excitedly "Just because we are muggles," he stumbled slightly over the unfamiliar word, "we have always had an inkling of the reclusive magical world. This was found in a time capsule of sorts, many years ago when a construction crews happened across it. Ever since, we have been searching for vestiges of this long lost civilization."
"What do you mean lost? The magical world has managed to remain underground for thousands of years. So they're probably just keeping a low profile." Concluded Harry in a reasonable voice. "What does this quirky Remembrall have to do with it?"
Mr. Lucsly and Dulmer shared a look of compassion before Mr. Lucsly began. "Mr. Potter, all you and your friends need to do. Is touch the Memoria Exido and all will be explained."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione glanced at each other. As one the two wizards and one witch reached out and touched the glass sphere. On contact, Harry felt like a hand was thrust into his head. There was a rushing sensation in his ears and he felt like all of his organs had moved to the top of his chest. Then a Brilliant white light suffused everything.
It was today, or was it tomorrow already; it could even be yesterday for all Harry knew. Harry floated in that nothingness for ages or a few heart beats. Time was flexible here, like a chocolate frog set in the sun, past, present, and future all flowed into one.
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Suddenly Harry was in a body, not his as he quickly realized. He, this person was sitting in a room. Harry's second shock was that it was the Minister of Magic's room. There was a soft knock at the door, followed by a beautiful Indian woman. Harry realized that he knows this woman. It was Parvati Patil, the girl that he took to the Yule Ball. Only she was older, breathtakingly beautiful but with many thin worry lines creasing her face.
"Minister I have the latest reports from Seamus on the Transvlania front against the combined Vampire and Inferi forces"
"Parvati please just Neville. I'm not fit to be called Minister. In fact all that's left to the forces of good is Hogwarts, the main part of Diagon ally, a few resistant cells across the globe, and the Ministry building itself, or at least what left of it." Said Neville remembering the devastation that hade been inflicted on the upper floors. "Oh Parvati why couldn't the death eaters disband after the first time You-Know-Who vanished." said Neville putting his head in his hands. He took Parvati's moment of silence that usually flowed after he asked this question reflecting over the last five and a half years of bitter struggle. That was the million Galleon question, where did Voldemort go? And Harry, Ron, and Hermione for that matter. After his apparent death that traitorous bastard Snape took the rein and brought the bloodshed to new levels of atrocities. All but the most strong willed had surrendered to Overlord Snape as he preferred to be called now and the forces of light could be annihilated in a matter of days. The fact was they were desperate, Neville hated the thought but it was true. Tomorrow the wizard world would seek aid from the militaries of the Muggle World.
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President J.S. Nickelson was serving his 3rd term after the people of the United Stats of America demanded that he run one more time. He had brought peace to the Middle East through forming the country of New Babylon with the strong arm of the US army. Christians thorough the world were crowding the streets attempting to win souls over before that apocalypse. Now with 70 of the world's oil supplies under her belt America and her closest allies were enjoying a era of prosperity not seen since the late 1970's or even in the roaring 20's. As a child growing up in the Deep South his favorite movie of all time was Disney's The Sword in the Stone. He had always been enamored with the character Merlin. He leaned back in his chair reminiscing on old times, pretending that he was a wizard off on an important quest to save the realm from dragons, and other evils untold. Even in his collage days he could not pass-up a chance to play games like Dungeon's & Dragons with his friends. Now he had a chance to meet the real deal, actual wizards who had come on their knees asking for help. And he would get his chance to save the world from the forces of evil. And of course they would owe him a debt of gratitude, helping spread his monopolization of the world's oil supplies.
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Xiao Nam Khan was the direct descendent of the legendary Genghis Kahn. He was a modern day legend, unitary of the Asian peoples; The Asian Coalition was the only supper power that could stand up to the Americans. Xiao sat on his throne honing the edge of his sword and surveying the gathering of his generals.
"My warriors, long have I struggled against the might of the Americans and their self absorbed obsession for oil. They think we are helpless like their Europeans who are enslaved to the Americans. There ever-growing need for oil has forced themselves to submit to that man they call president Nickelson. Now they think the same will befall us. They think they cannot be defeated in a conventional war. But my friends, my brothers, we can win, we will win. And Sheba take all who stand in our way." The assembly hall burst into applause and cheers, within the hour the first fighters' had made preemptive strikes across the Middle East flowed by the vanguard forces of Asia. In a matter of days the capital of New Babylon fell to the onslaught. But the US backed Babylon forces had stopped them at the Euphrates River. And with no advancing possible both armies dug in to wait out whatever may come.
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It had been six months since the Asian coalition had assaulted the American Protectorate of New Babylon. The battle along the Euphrates front was a war of attrition. Both sides had entrenched themselves and it was quickly becoming one of the bloodiest wars in recent years. US Insurgent teams had asserted themselves deep in Enemy territory. On the steps of Asia they waged Guerrilla Warfare in a desperate attempt to interrupt supplies to the front, in the opening weeks of the war. The series of events were eerily similar to the opening months after the start of WWI. Other US protectorates such as Great Britain, France, Italy, Germany, and Egypt were forced to join the US in the war for fear of US sanctioned oil embargos. The only US protectorate to stand against them was Russia. In a bold move Russia made an alliance with the Asian Coalition and had sent troops into Germany. In Moscow, winter had not yet set in. In the streets of Moscow, in the backseat of a black car sat ex-General Timur Alexei. This was one of Joseph Stalin's most trusted officials during the Cold War. Timur Being in that position of authority, held security clearance for the single most advanced nuclear warheads of the Soviet Union. Even better, everyone else had forgotten about it. This weapon was only known as Кинжал Родины (1). This weapon was more advanced then the modern day ICBM's that America boasted about. The remarkable fact about this missile was that the engines propelling it could cause it to drop a nuclear warhead clear on the other side of the world in sixty seconds flat. The brilliant Russian scientist who had engineered these engines gave them no other name except for Impulse engines. The only catch was that the technology behind this weapon was so advanced that they were only able to build one. It's original purpose was to destroy Washington D.C. in a pre-emptive strike before they knew what hit them.
The knowledge of this weapon had fallen into oblivion. With the emergence of the wizard world into the open he now had his chance for revenge. Tears came to his eyes as he remembered that night 28 years ago. One of his colleagues he recognized as Igor Karkaroff came into his house. Murdered his children with powerful black magic. And forced him to watch as his wife was slowly tortured to death.
The car pulled to a stop in front of an old abandoned building on the side of Red square. Timur entered the building and by means of a secret lift traveled down into the control center. Everything was covered in a thick dust. Most of the lights had burned out. Timur didn't care. He knew this room like the back of his hand. He strode to the consol, flipping a switch it came to life. The coordinates were still set for Washington. Timur resolutely entered in new coordinates, as much as he would like to wipe that pompous ass Nickelson off the face of the Earth. God demanded that he punish the Wizards for their many sins. The most prominent being the deaths of his children and wife. Whispering a prayer, Timur entered the launch code. With his revenge assured, Timur lay on the ground and with a sigh of relief passed away at the age of 94.
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The images flashed faster and faster before Harry's eyes. He saw the missile crash into Hogwarts setting it ablaze.
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Nickelson ordering the launch of all nuclear warheads.
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Xiao Nam Khan giving the order to launch his own missiles.
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City after city was engulfed in flames burning brighter and brighter.
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The entire world was ablaze now, glowing orange against the black background of space.
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A man, clearly drunk sat hunched over scraps of paper scribbling mathematical equations furiously.
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The same man this time accompanied by Riker and Geordi older sitting at the helm of a spacecraft as it accelerated faster towards the light barrier.
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An alien spacecraft landing in the middle of the Minnesota forest. Several aliens with pointed ears disembarking.
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Several wizards boarding a large colony ship bound for who knows where.
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The images were swirling much too fast for Harry to pick out details. He felt like he was being dragged down, down, down. Suddenly Harry felt himself flying through the air, his motion only ceased by bulkhead, hard. The last thing Harry saw before the darkness overtook him was that Ron and Hermione were in similar positions. Dr. Crusher running towards them.
(1)- The dagger of the Motherland