AN: This is literally a quick drabble that was written late last week/the weekend just past. I have no idea when this would become an actual story as it needs a fair bit of work to even be turned into a proper first chapter. Still, here's a teaser of what would be a two-part story. The first would be Harry (as Commander Shepard from Mass Effect) coming back to his proper timeline and the second would be Harry going through all three ME games.
1995 - Department of Mysteries
The spells were flying everywhere. Magic saturated the strange room as Death Eaters fought against the Order of the Phoenix. It was into this chaos that Dumbledore arrived, walking into the room as though merely late for a meeting. That is until you saw the hard glint in his blue eyes. Some of the Death Eaters tried to run only to be pulled back by a swish of the Grand Sorcerer's wand. Others tried fighting only to find out just why the old man was able to duel their Master to a standstill.
Harry Potter quickly but gently put his injured friend Neville Longbottom onto the hard ground. There was one fight that continued as though the rest of the world had fallen away. One fight where the two combatants had far too much history to let the other go. It was into this fight that Harry ran, wand ready to help his godfather defeat Bellatrix Lestrange.
No plan survives first contact with the enemy.
Sirius ducked out of the way of a red spell only to put himself in the way of another coming towards him. Harry acted on instinct to do the one thing he always did; put others before himself.
As though changing course to avoid a bludger, Harry used his momentum to barrel into Sirius, sending the older man stumbling away. Time appeared to slow for all those in the room as Sirius' shoulder hit the stone arc that had the strange fluttering veil attached. He grunted as he hit the floor on the safe side of the Veil only to turn his head and see that Harry had not been so lucky.
The curse smashed into Harry's stomach and the impact combined with his lack of balance after saving Sirius sent Harry through the Veil.
The fighting stopped.
The adults who knew exactly what the Veil was looked on with either horror, shock or glee at the apparent demise of the Boy-Who-Lived. Those sensitive to magic felt as though the world itself blinked, reality unable to believe what had just happened. And then the Veil began to twist and turn, seemingly caught in a violent wind that no one in the room could feel. Just as the realisation of Harry vanishing was about to sink in, the arch flashed Avada green and a large grey shape shot out of the Veil.
It hit the ground hard and rolled, the groaning letting everyone know it was a person. Said person was dressed in a strange armour that seemed to cover them from neck to feet. It reminded everyone of the type of armour knights were known to wear in the distant past only with a far more streamlined design. As the person pushed themselves into a kneeing position, the stencilled design of a blood-red dragon was seen coming down the left shoulder.
The man's long black hair hung loose and was matted with what appeared to be blood. The same was also seen on his right side from where the armour had been ripped open. Bright green eyes looked around the large room in confusion and then slow understanding.
"Huh," a somewhat familiar voice coughed as the man, younger than what had been immediately suspected, pushed himself to his feet. "I did not expect to see this place again."
A spell came flying towards the man only for him to twist out of the way even with his wound. A quick wave of the hand and a flash of green light saw most of the standing Death Eaters flying against a wall. It was only their groans that let the stunned watchers know they were still alive.
Avada eyes narrowed at the caster of the spell as Bellatrix turned and ran. The man's left hand twitched and suddenly a strange device was in his grip. Remus Lupin's eyes widened as he recognised the weapon even if the design was completely foreign to him.
The armoured man simply lifted the gun up and fired once, Bellatrix's screams of agony as her shoulder was completely shredded proved he had hit his target. The mad witch stumbled back to her feet and the armoured man followed, completely ignoring his own wounds to hunt down his prey.
In the ensuing silence, it was Sirius Black who voiced the most important question.
"Was that Harry?"
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