Okay first things first. I do not own Harry potter or any other show movie or comic book used in this story.
Second this story is going to have two of my favorite plot elements found in potter fanfics. Wrong BWL and manipulative Dumbledore. The third major plot bunny was literally pulled from my hat. I highly advise that method for people coming up with ideas for original fanfics. Take about ten or twenty ideas like 'time travel'. Put them on pieces of paper and pull them from a hat. Whatever you take out you work into the story. I find it can really spice up a story if done right. This stories winner is Femharry. Now please enjoy the story and feel free to give any helpful advice or ideas.
Lastly for the sake of the technology involved this story will take place in the nineties and ending sometime around O five.
Nation of new Lantea Orion sector. Border of twinleaf town. March fifth, 2140
The landscape was green and beautiful. Trees filled the land of such great height they blocked out most of the sun with there canopy. While the sounds of animals filled the air. Creatures that if one looked closely would realize they where taken from the pages of myth and folklore. Everything from unicorns to small dragons. Everywhere one looked it was like looking at an unspoiled forest from a fairytale. A stark contrast to the barren wasteland that it once was. The wasteland it could very well have remained where it not for one woman. Yet in every forest there was one small patch that didn't belong. Be it some alien plant or an animal that strayed from it's nest. Some where caused by natural disasters. This one was caused my one of a different sort.
Wizards.
The patch was a rode that cut threw the forest like a snake. Around trees and over earth the rode seemingly went on forever. A river of smooth seamless grey stone. While lining the edges was a long line of softly glowing blue runes. Almost to small to see with the naked eye. The power of these runes kept the rode clear of dirt and leaves. On and on the rode went. Until after countless miles the forest began to thin. Slowly the trees grew less until only a sea of grass met the eye. One giant flowing ocean of green. With the rode still cutting threw the landscape. Soon the sea of grass was replaced with farms. Scattered threw out the land. Each one covered hundreds of acres. While each one held something different. From the simple wheat to cows three times there normal size. Still the rode passed by them until finally the end was in sight. A small town that at first glance was taken from the pages of a history book. The red brick buildings number only in a couple dozen. Looked as if they had been built in the eighteen hundreds. The people walking from building to building where dressed in outfits that also seemed to be taken from that long gone era.
It was as the rode entered the town that a young man stood out like a sore thumb. Unlike all those in the town he was clearly from a more modern era. The young man in question looked to be no older then twenty. With light brown hair cut short. His grey eyes held the look of one who craved knowledge. While he was dressed in a simple outfit made for the trip to the village. He looked as if he had been living in the woods for several weeks. This was further proven by the large backpack one his back. Yet that didn't seem to dampen the young man's mood. While looking over the village he couldn't help but marvel at how such a place could exist. Slowly he began to walk further into the village. The people residing there either stared at him or tried to ignore he was even there. It was as he reached the center of the village that he stopped at a massive statue in the town square. Having been to many towns in his life and many more cities he know what this statue was for. It was to honor the woman who saved the world and to fend of the 'Spirit' of the one she saved it from. Her deeds helped ensure peace between normal and Meta humans. It was not usual for her statue to be in the heart of a city. But for the young man it was a mystery.
From the nearby shop a elderly man walked over. The sigh over the shop was simply the name Ollivander's. Along with what appeared to be a wand engraved under the name. With shoulder length grey hair he held a unique aura. Of both knowledge and mischief. Walking up to the young man he said with an amused tone. "Not many people travel all this way just to stare at an old statue my boy. Though I must admit it is a very well made one." Embarrassed the young man looked at him and said. "Sorry about that it's just I didn't think I would find the statue of a Meta Human in a village of well" He let the sentence hang as the old man finished what he meant amused all the same. "Wizards? Don't be embarrassed to say it my boy. We have long given up such frivolities as hiding from the world. As for the statue many seem to forget that while she was a Meta human. She was also a witch who saved all our lives from our own foolishness."
The old man then took on a more wise appearance as he asked calmly. "Now why does a simple man like yourself come all the way to our tiny little town?" With a slightly nervous look the young man held his right hand out to shake the older man's. As they did this he also introduced himself. "Sorry about that I should have introduced myself. My name is Squall Leonheart. I'm a student of the Lantean academy. Specifically the history and archeology department. I came here because of this." The young man them reached into his jacket. After searching for a moment he pulled out a folded up photo. Carefully he unfolded the old worn photo. The edges where brown with age. While the young man carefully handed the man the picture. As the old man looked at it with curiosity his eyes soon showed clear shock at what the image was.
The photo was of two people standing together. Arms over each others shoulder the two where clearly friends. Yet what was most shocking was that the one on the right was the woman that would grow up to have that very statue they stood under made. Both where only teenagers in the image. While the other was clear a person the old man knew. As all wizards would know who she was. Her battles with the other person in the photo where nothing short of legendary. In the photo both held up there wands as sparks flew from the tips. The two where clearly celebrating something. The top of the photo was worn causing most of the banner above them to be unreadable. Only two words could be made out. The words Twin and Leaf . With a deep sigh the old man looked at him calmly. "I always knew this day would come, Please follow me."
Concerned the young man asked him. "Why should I follow you, no offense intended." With a small grin the old man looked back and said calmly. "Because my boy I was the one who took this photo." Shock the young man took several seconds to fully realize the implications of what the old man had said. When he did he dashed after him for answers. In an unbelieving yet excited pace the young man asked him. "How could you have taken that photo? I ran every test imaginable on it. The picture was taken on." He was cut of as the old man said amused. "June twenty second Two thousand three. Sometime in the early evening if I recall correctly." Looking back one could see a small sparkle in his eye as the old man said amused. "My dear boy lets just say I look very good for my age and leave it at that. Ah here we are."
With that the two stopped at a two story house. The window where half covered in massive books. While the outside looked as if none had come by here in quite some time. Looking back at the young man the elder said calmly. "My dear boy inside this home lay the answers to all you questions." With that he reached for the doorknob. Just as he was about to open the door he said more to himself. "And I must say she had been waiting a very long time." With that he opened the door. The high pitched moan the hinges gave where a testament to how long they had gone from use. Every bone in Squall's body shuddered as the shrieking hinges seemed to cut right threw him. It was with a sigh of relief when the door was finally open. Stepping to the side the old man said calmly. "Inside is all you need just remember to keep an open mind." With that he calmly began to leave. Concerned Squall looked back and asked. "Your not coming?" Looking back at him the old man said calmly. "Oh no she doesn't like the company of anyone from the old days. Besides I have to get back to my shop. Who knows when someone will need a new wand." With that he walked off.
As the man walked towards his shop Squall began steeling his nerves. The doorway gave the smell of an old library. From what he could see books lined the walls. Going from the floor to the ceiling. With one final deep breath he stepped threw the threshold. As he did so the door soundlessly closed by itself. Only the softest of clicks gave the slightest hint it had closed. Inside the house the hallway was lit from floating crystals. Each no larger then a marble. Hundreds of them floated overhead. Filling the space with a soft light. Looking at the crystals Squall had a confused look in his eye as he said to himself. "Bacta lights? I haven't seen those since that trip to mars." He then took several steps down the hallway. His eyes scanning over the tones. There thickness ranging from only a few centimeters. To books so large it would take two people to lift without the aide of magic. As he eyes scanned the titles he stopped in awe. Slowly he ran his right hand over the spine as he said in awe. "An actual first edition of the Tales of Polaris. I haven't seen one of these outside of a museum before."
From around a corner came the voice of a young woman. Her accent was clearly British with hints of another Squall couldn't place. The voice held clear amusement yet at the same time annoyance. "That is because only ten where ever printed. A shame really it is such a lovely book." Startled Squall looked for the source of the voice. He search was swift as from around the corner came a woman hidden under a black cloak. Only the bottom half of her face was visible. Yet from what he saw the woman wasn't much older them him. With a slightly blunt manner the woman asked him calmly. "Why are you here?" Shaken from his stupor He replied nervously. "I'm Squall Leonheart from the Lantean Institute's Historical department. I came looking for answers about this." He then held up the photo for her to see. Though he could barely tell if she could see the image from underneath her hood. Time seemed to crawl as she just stood there. As fear began to creep up his spine he froze. As the woman began to softly chuckle. Turning slightly away she said calmly. "Follow me."
Slightly nervous he followed her down the hallway. Within seconds he knew that this building was far larger on the inside then on the outside. As they walked she asked him calmly. "So tell me child what brought you all the way here. Besides some old photo that is." Still in awe at the sheer number of books Squall answered as best he could. "I was doing a report for my advanced history class on the early days of Polaris. Aside from the usual stories not much is known about her. I thought I could get my report published if I found something the other historians missed or forgot. I even went so far as the ruins of the ministry of magic. But found nothing out of the ordinary. That is until I visited the old Hogwarts castle. In the rubble I found the old Slytherin common room. That was laying on the floor by the old bulletin board." It was then she took over the story knowing full well how it would lead him here. "You then did a facial recognition scan to confirm who the photo was of. Then with the remaining top portion found the only place with Twin and Leaf in the name. The fact that this is one of the last 'Pure' Magical communities left on earth and the rest is history. Pardon the bad pun."
With that they arrive at there destination. A massive lounge larger then the building itself. The walls where nothing but shelves filled with books. While a fireplace fit for a castle filled the room with light and warmth. Two massive lounge chairs faced the fire. While a table between them was loaded down with food. Twin cups filled to the brim with ale awaited them. "Take a seat my boy the tale I have to tell you is quite long. If you have anything to record it you may want to take it out now." As he walked over to the nearest chair he set his pack down. As he reached into it for his recorder he asked calmly. "You know I never got your name miss?" As he said that he turned to look at her. As he did he froze in absolute terror. As her hood was pulled back to reveal the identity of the woman beneath it. As before him stood a woman who just over one hundred years ago helped the man known as the Darkest lord of all time bring this world to the brink of ruin. A woman who single handedly destroyed the British Ministry of Magic. A woman who was killed by Polaris herself in the final battle.
With an amused grin she walked over to the other chair. Sitting down without a care she looked at him and said. "My boy if a wanted you harmed in any why do you think I wouldn't have already done it." Seeing as he wasn't about to move she sighed and said. "As a student of history you above all others should realize that not every story is accurate or reflects both side of the story." Shaking from his stupor he carefully sat down. In his right hand was a blue hexagon shaped disk. The size of his palm it could record everything from picture to sound. As he placed it on the table between them the surface flashed red three times. Indicating that it was recording everything in the room. With a nervous glance he looked at her and asked a simple one word question. "How?"
With a soft chuckle she looked into the fireplace and said. "To learn how I am still alive and still appear so young. You must here the whole story. Of how one abandoned child rose up to stop an evil man and save the world. My story begins one day one hundred and fifty one years ago. This is the story of Harriet Rose Potter. The woman the world would know as Polaris. My name is Hermione Jane Granger But you know me as Miss Sinister."
Chapter one finished. Please leave a review if you have any suggestions or ideas. I also challenge you to figure out what Harriet's meta powers are going to be and which marvel super villain I'm ripping off. East hint Read X men.