Hidden Tales From The Chamber Of Secrets - 51 - In the 23rd Century
by Polydicta
The now obligatory selection of plot-bunnies, orphaned scenes, omakes and idiocy that sometimes bring my mind to a grinding halt. Ongoing warnings for smut, language, character death, bashing, torture, mutilation and reader brain-damage. Brain bleach recommended.
Disclaimer:
All fiction is derivative and fan fiction doubly so. I make no claim to own any part of any of the following, all I have done is an attempt to put together the elements in a novel fashion, using words and ideas like Lego ™ bricks.
There is no money involved – all I do is to share what I do for my own amusement.
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Hidden Tales From The Chamber Of Secrets - 51 - In the 23rd Century
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"Right," said an excited Hermione, "once the time jump initiates you will have approximately 24 hours in which to investigate Godric's Hollow before you are pulled back here. Good luck, Harry."
And with that, she was gone to her workstation.
A minute later, Harry Potter was flung out into the time stream, back to the day that his parents died, twenty five years before his departure.
He was dressed in a high tech flight suit designed to keep him safe from the environment of the non-space through which he was travelling.
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A sharp moment of disorientation, and Harry Potter arrived in Godric's Hollow on the day of Halloween 1981.
As he looked around, some instinct told him to keep his helmet closed.
He stood, not on the outskirts af a sleepy village, but on the edge of a glass-lined crater. A crater part-filled with yellowish-orange water and easily a mile across.
"Tempus praecise est!"
Glowing symbols danced before Harry's eyes. 14:24:33 UTC 31 Oct 2256
Harry apparated to Diagon Alley.
There was nothing here other than the tumbled ruins of a long-lost city. Gringotts was a heap of pale rubble, weathered and etched by toxic rains, the Leaky Cauldron no more than a heap of scattered bricks.
Beyond the limits of the alley stood the skeletal fingers of what had once been London, now broken and twisted wreckage with the steelwork of the towers exposed and rusting.
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Hogwarts had fared no better. The castle was gone, the rocky crag on which it had been built was nothing more than a glass-topped lump. The forbidden forest had been replaced by the twisted and blackened remains of trees, and the lake was a lifeless yellow surface littered with the remains of former plant life.
With a jerk, Harry realised he had seen no sign of any life since his arrival. Not a green plant, not an animal, nothing.
He walked into the carbonised remains of the forest and approached the forest entrance to the Chamber of Secrets.
The door was broken, laying at an angle below the yawning darkness of the tunnel.
He entered, lighting his way with a whispered lumos.
As he reached the chamber itself, he saw the first evidence of human life, the dessicated remains of what had, presumably, been students, or refugees.
There, on the wall was an inscription which he read.
At that moment he felt the hook of being returned to his point of origin.
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He arrived, shocked, to the sound of blaring alarms.
He was hosed down, scrubbed, scourgified and carefully stripped from his suit.
He was then examined, dosed, diagnosed and healed of the extensive radiation damage he had sustained while away in time.
He was then debriefed.
"What went wrong, Harry?"
The shocked wizard murmured a reply, " I was sent to Halloween in 2256. There was nothing ..."
It took ages for him to get to the final message in the chamber of secrets.
"We have fity years to prepare, Hermione. Just fifty years. This is bigger than what we were after, Hermione."
"Why? What?"
"Aliena venerunt, viderunt, destruxisti nos. Sic transit gloria homo, Samhain 2056."
Hermione and the other unspeakables mentally translated the words ...
Aliens came, they saw, they destroyed us.
Thus ends the glory of man.
Halloween 2056
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