Yeah, horrible cliches and all. Plot Holes. Etc. No, it's not fully canon. But at least I got to the ACTUAL thing which Harry came to fix - not all of the little incidents (preventing the Earth Minbari war, redeeming the Soul Hunters) that happened on the way. Also - remember there WAS no Earth Minbari war, so the attitudes are very different from canon.)

"The Lone Traveler: Young man who tried to change the past and save those he loved… plan failed and became the Lone Traveler, wandering through time and reality, making a difference wherever he went… very powerful… defeated a powerful Dark Lord… swept along the path he walked by a spectacular aura of blue light."

'Legends & Myths of the Wizarding World' by Gertrude Yolanda

FF St ID 2673584 – Chap 9 – The Professional

Harry sat in the conference room where the Earth Ambassador and Dukhat met. In the room was a Narn, acting as a moderator. The choice of a Narn was due to the fact that they were well known to do business with anyone, except perhaps the Centauri.

He had been introduced as a consultant for the Minbari, and a free agent.

After many pleasantries had been exchanged, the attendees got down to business.

The Human began, "The Earth Alliance government wished to express their personal apology to the Minbari people for the actions of Commander Jankowski in firing upon the Minbari ship, the Valenthia. His action was a result of a misunderstanding due to the interference with his ship due to the scanners used."

Dukhat replied, "The Minbari people accept the Human apology and offer their own for the actions of the Minbari that approached the Prometheus. Their attempt to offer respect was easily misunderstood."

Now that the apologies were out of the way the Earth Ambassador said, "We were very curious as to the shield which protected the ship. Can you explain it?"

Harry laughed. The Earth Ambassador looked over at him. Dukhat was amused. "That would be my fault." The Ambassador looked curious. "I am a dimensional traveler. I have certain skills which allowed me to protect the ship I arrived on just moments earlier."

The Earth Ambassador scoffed. "A dimensional traveler? I would question the accuracy of that statement."

Harry recognized the type of person this was. He was reminded of Ministry leaders who refused to see because they knew better. "Tell you what, answer a question and then I will answer yours." The Ambassador nodded reluctantly. "What year is it on Earth?"

The Ambassador was surprised by the question. "It's 2245."

Harry nodded. "I am from a dimension where I was born 31 July 1980 in London, England. I was involved with a civil war in the community I was a part of. I ended the conflict by killing the opposition leader. Having lost all that kept me interested in life, I attempted a procedure involving temporal mechanics. I was 30 at the time. Something went wrong and as a result I have since been passed from Dimension to Dimension. You can search records and see if I lived in this dimension. I lived in Little Whinging, Surrey as a child at 4 Privet Drive with Petunia and Vernon Dursley, my parents sister and brother-in-law. I have certain abilities that are not common."

The Ambassador was shocked. "You're a telepath?"

Harry was confused. "How could a telepath perform that shield?"

The Ambassador shrugged. "They are the only humans we know of with abilities beyond the norm."

Harry shook his head. "There are some limitations on me placed by a law called The Statute of Secrecy. If you have a reference to that and have authorization, I can explain further. Search the following titles, all of which have been applied to me in the past: Maarek Ilumian, Fury of the Light, Boy-Who-Lived, Man-Who-Triumphed, Master of Death, The Chosen One, … and the Lone Traveler."

The Ambassador was shocked at the titles he just heard. Dukhat chuckled, "Harry, I was not aware you held back when telling me your story."

Harry shrugged. "I never have named myself so I don't think of titles in normal conversation."

The Ambassador shook his head. "I will send a message back requesting further research."

The Ambassador and Dukhat the discussed their goals in the negotiations.

Dukhat sat in the conference room with Delenn, Harry, and several Warriors protecting the two Minbari. Harry asked that he not be protected – he could protect himself.

Into the room swept a tall figure with reddish skin and long hair. His face was stoic. In the center of the figure's forehead was what appeared to be a jewel set in place.

The figure stood and asked in stilted English, "You are Death's Master?"

Harry nodded. "I have been given that title in the past, among others." Harry indicated the Minbari. "These are representatives of the Minbari. I have asked them here because they expressed extreme hatred but no understanding. I would understand. They might not change their mind and I might find you anathema, but you and your people will be safe regardless during and up to 24 Earth hours after our talks. You have my word."

The figure bowed in acknowledgement and took a seat.

"My name is Harry Potter. What is yours?"

The man? said, "Our names are unpronounceable to most not of our kind as they are very long and often increase. You may refer to me as Legate as I am a member of our ruling body." For anyone other than Death's Master, a young and unimportant messenger would have been sent.

The Soul Hunters had a prophesy that Death's Master would appear on the even of a false call and would further their understanding of Death and the Soul.

"These are Dukhat and Delenn, Minbari. I have guaranteed their protection from you and your protection in return."

The Legate looked at the two and nodded in respect, and acknowledged them: "Satai."

The Warriors tensed. The figure coolly said, "You have our word that we will not pursue you here. We do not cause Death – only save those that are disappearing in Death."

Delenn's response was visceral. "Protect? Do you call entrapment Protection? How can those be reborn again if they are kept prisoner and prevented?"

The figure looked at the Minbari with confusion. "There is nothing after death. There is only dissolution. We protect the Great Souls from dissolution."

Harry was gobsmacked. He began to guess at what irked the Minbari so much – and he himself if he was honest.

He finally got control of himself. "What proof do you have of this?"

The alien tilted his head in thought. "It is evident. No proof is needed."

Harry wanted to bang his head on the table. The Minbari, seeing his reaction, were feeling quite vindicated.

Harry stood up. "I will need a short time to review some thing. I will return shortly." He began to walk to the door to clear his head before blowing up at the red-tinted figure.

As he walked to the door, he disappeared in a blue light. The Minbari, having seen it before, were very curious. The Soul Hunter was flummoxed. "What has happened?"

Dukhat, somewhat amused, replied, "The Universe has moved him."

In a control room, a Narn saw a spike of energy and the disappearance of a life signal. He sounded the alarm.

Several Narns carry hand weapons rushed in to the room. The Minbari turned to them. "Where is the Human? Who fired the weapon?"

One of the Humans with the Diplomatic team had seen the activity and wanted to gather information for his boss.

Dukhat said, "None fired a weapon. The Human, Harry Potter, has Traveled. Hopefully, he shall return."

Harry found himself in a forest. He looked around. This was the ForbiddenForest! He recognized it. Why would he be here?

He looked around and his eye caught a ring. He recognized it. He decided the Universe was just playing with him. He didn't realize that the Travels he was now using were directed somewhat.

He had desired absolution for his guilt. His wanderings, unknown to himself, allowed him to fix small and big things which created better worlds. It wasn't as uncontrolled as he himself thought. It was unfortunate for him that this would be something he wouldn't see for a very long time.

He turned to visit Hogwarts, as he wasn't certain … he felt the draw again. He decided that at some point he and God or Fate or Destiny or whoever was messing with him would need to sit down and chat at the earliest opportunity.

He hadn't even realized that he was moving away from the grief for the losses he suffered and moving toward annoyance and some mild interest. He was healing but he had far to go.

Harry reappeared in front of the Minbari, Soul Hunter, Narns, and the stray Human. "Sorry for the trouble. The Universe decided I needed an item."

The room was shocked, except for the Minbari who had seen it before. The Human decided that the Ambassador HAD to be informed.

Harry stood in front of the Soul Hunter. The Narns and Humans stayed, because it was very interesting. None objected – or even noticed. "This is the Resurrection Stone. It is an artifact of my … community. It has the power to call the shade of those that have gone before. It must not be abused, because it isn't a natural phenomenon to be called back from the dead. A single visit from a departed soul is not too uncomfortable. If you try to keep calling them back, the departed soul will pay the price in misery. Never refuse to release a soul once it asked to be released."

He turned the stone three times. He thought of his own departed Ginny. Suddenly, the ghostly form of a beautiful red-haired girl of about sixteen appeared in the room. The girl looked around. "Harry?"

Harry had tears in his eyes as he answered, "Yeah, it's me."

Ginny smiled sadly at Harry. "I heard you have a new title. The Walker or the Traveler or something. I heard it was because you tried to fix it. It wasn't your fault."

Harry cried, "I should have been faster."

Ginny moved her ghostly hand to his cheek. "You couldn't have done anything else. None of us blame you." She looked around. "What's with all the weird people?"

Harry laughed through his tears, "A few Alien races. I am trying to find out why they fight."

Ginny smiled again wistfully. "As Hermione said, you always did have a saving-people thing." Her face took on a small look of discomfort. "I'm a little uncomfortable here. I shouldn't stay."

Harry nodded, "I know. It was the only thing I could think of the prove to him," he pointed to the Soul Hunter which stood with a face of shocked awe and terrible realization, "that the soul lives on after Death."

Ginny nodded and turned to the figure. "Is this proof enough?"

The Soul Hunter nodded, too shocked to speak.

Ginny replied, "Then my pain is well spent." She turned to Harry, "Do your saving people thing. When you pass, we will be waiting. You have to let me go now."

Harry nodded, "Tell everyone I love them." He willed the release of his lost first love.

The image of the beautiful young woman disappeared from the room. The Minbari were bowing their head in reverence. The Narn were quite flummoxed. The Soul Hunter bowed his head to Harry.

"You truly are Death's Master and you have taught us of Life and Death, as was foretold. I shall take word to my people."

Harry was floored. Foretold? He really loathed Prophesies.

Delenn interjected, "And what of those that you have imprisoned?"

Harry gestured her to be quiet. The Soul Hunter looked at Harry. Harry spoke, "Something will have to be done to release them unless they ask to stay where they are. None should be held without consent."

The Soul Hunter replied, "We shall discuss this. Where can we contact you when we decide?"

Harry shook his head, "I am unlikely to be here. I am moved as needed and once resolved, I am moved on. You should contact the Minbari, as these are the ones most in 'opposition' to you. Discuss with them what can and should be done. This I request as Master of Death."

The Soul Hunter nodded and then turned to move away. Those in witness moved in fear to give him room. Harry was annoyed, "That was rude. It's not like it would kill you to offer common courtesy and respect! They are who they are and they don't kill people."

The figure turned and nodded. Harry had a thought. "Hey, you guys feel it when there will be great death, yeah?" The Soul Hunter nodded his head. "Ever thought about using your gift to prevent it? You could become the greatest healers and protectors in the galaxy."

The Soul Hunter was still. His people would need a new purpose. "We shall discuss it."

The Minbari were shocked. They hadn't ever conceived that those vile beings could have any use. This Human was changing their views on a minute-by-minute basis.

In the far distant future:

The woman knelt by the bed of her child. The girl, a direct descent of John and Delenn Sheridan, was the source of great joy for their family. But she had been struck down by an illness that none could cure.

The girl looked at her grieving mother. She was so very tired.

There was a knock at the door. The woman moved to open the door. There was a figure there dressed in white. Red-tinted with a jeweled forehead, the figure gave the woman hope and grief in balance.

The figure moved in next to the girl's bed. She looked up and said in awe, "Shag-Toth! Have you come to Help heal me or to move on?" The figure nodded.

The Soul Hunter remembered the Great Chance 800 years earlier and thanked Death's Master in his heart for giving his people a new purpose – and acceptance. He said to the small girl, "You are a Great Soul and I felt your Call. I am here to Help."

The woman moved to call the family together. A Shag-Toth had come and the life of Delenn the Third would be resolved within a very short time, either to stay or to go. At least soon the great uncertainty could be resolved and they could begin to heal.

Back to 2245:

Dukhat and Delenn moved to alert their people to the results of the talks. The incident would be spoken of in legend for years to come.

Harry moved to his quarters. He wondered why he was still here. Hadn't he resolved enough?

It was three days after the incident where the Soul Hunter issue was discussed. The Earth Delegate had requested the delay for a couple of more people to arrive.

The conference room was full. Delenn and Dukhat were once again present, with several Warriors standing guard behind them. Harry was on his own. The Ambassador had an aid and next to him was a figure clad in black with black gloves.

The discussions began. Harry was asked for clarification on an item, until he felt a sudden mental probe. He looked around and saw the new Human looking at him with some intensity.

Quick as an adder, he grabbed the probe and squeezed. The man convulsed.

The man, Richard Barns, was a leader of the Psi Corps. He was rated P12 – but was known to be on the strong side of that rating, the highest there was. When he had been requested to accompany the Diplomatic team and been told why, he was quite intrigued. He was not prepared to deal with a mind that was even stronger than his own.

Harry stood and concentrated on the man. He reversed the probe and was disgusted with what he saw. Both the Earth government AND the Psi Corps were both at fault for the travesties he witnessed in the man's mind. He took his wand and shot a stunner when he was done. Harry turned to the Ambassador.

"Had you just talked, I would have been more than willing to leave things well enough alone. However, this creature has shown me that there is a seed of great damage to the future present. I will return shortly." He turned to the Warriors. "Keep everyone from leaving." The Warriors nodded.

Harry disapparated and arrived where the pensieve was located on the Minbari ship. Alarms sounded, but the Warrior protecting the room did not move to stop the Human. He doubted he could.

Harry returned with a crack. Everyone was still in the same place. Dukhat and the other Minbari recognized what he brought.

Harry turned to the Ambassador. "I have a few memory records for you to peruse." Harry removed the captured memories and put them in the bowl. When Dukhat moved forward, Harry lifted his hand to stop him. "This is a purely Human matter." Dukhat was curious, but agreed that Humans should deal with Human matters.

When the Ambassador returned from viewing the memories, he looked with horror at the stunned Psi Corps leader. He turned to Harry. "We didn't know any of this. On this, I swear!"

Harry nodded. "I think that this is one issue that should be resolved. Learn how other races deal with it and act. As a matter of fact," he turned toward Dukhat, "do your people have telepaths?"

Dukhat replied. "There are many so gifted."

Harry asked, "And how do they live? How are they treated?"

Dukhat, with Delenn adding things, explained the view Minbari had on telepaths. Harry nodded. "I think you have something to spend time on working with."

Harry turned to the Ambassador. "I highly recommend a complete report and keeping it secret until your government can catch the ringleaders. Then work with the Minbari to implement a better solution suited to Humans rather than Minbari. I know their views are not Humans'. But it's a good basis for friendly relations in dealing with an issue plaguing one of you." He turned back to Dukhat. "Talk and find out what they can help you with in return."

Both leaders of the different groups nodded.

"It is unfortunate that you do not have a method of extracting memory. It is remarkably useful in reviewing facts." Dukhat started. The Vorlons had shown him memories, but directly. They might have a way to extract them. He would keep quiet for the moment however.

Harry looked at them. "My people kept themselves separate from other Humans. It resulted in too many being able to abuse the system. It's a much better way to work out effective uses of everyone's gifts and to encourage honesty. The Minbari have a long-dead enemy coming back. Maybe the two of you could work together, yeah?"

Harry turned to move back to his seat. Suddenly, a blue glow appeared and beautiful music was heard. Harry shrunk until he was a ball of light and then disappeared. The room was in awe. Those who had seen it before knew that this time it was different: Harry had Traveled away.

Many stories and tales would be told of the Human visitor from another world. It would be the lynchpin holding the two peoples together. One because he was a part of them, and the other because he did so much for them. Telepaths would thank him for preventing corruption from destroying them.

People would long remember the visit of the Lone Traveler.