Prologue
The dark, forbidden energies whirl through time and space. Pulling and pushing at the seams of the dimensions. Ripping and tearing through many different times and places. They coalesce and break apart all in nano-seconds. At the center of the storm sits a girl with a scratched and bruised face with bushy brown hair. She controls the strands with precision. Though even she can't completely control the energies she is releasing in desperation for her cause.
The strands strike out to one dimension where a wizard named Tom Marvolo Riddle never existed. They strike out to worlds with a girl-who-lived instead of the boy who did. They reach, to all the different possibilities. As they probe the reaches they rip beings from each universe…
Harry looked up from the huge Quidditch stadium to the raging storm above. He also looks at the now empty faces of the crowd as they stare at the disturbance. He grows slightly annoyed by the storm. If it hadn't of come he would have been out there on his broomstick speeding towards the bright gold ball of a snitch. He glanced at his team-mates who sat beside him in the row of seats. They all looked anxiously up at the storm as well. His best friend Jeremy Thomas sat beside him gripping the arms of his seat white-knuckled. Harry could tell he was wishing he was up there too. He also spared a glance to where his wife, Cho Chang sat in the stands with the same blank stare as everyone else.
All of a sudden a string of blinding light pulsed out of the black storm clouds and bolted towards him. In less than a second he disappeared from the stadium.
Harry looked up from the spell book and stared out the window of the Auror Department of the Ministry. He closed the book in frustration as he watched the storm form out side. He wouldn't be able to get any field work done today. He decided to head home early and leave a message to the rest of the department. He hoped they could live for a day without the Head Auror. Besides, Luna would already be worried about him. It would be nice to have some quality time with his wife and kid for once. James was probably right now trying to find a way out into the storm.
He headed out of the Auror Department and walked to the communal floo powder fireplace. He waited for twenty minutes before it was his turn, with all the people heading home because of the weather. He picked up a handful of powder and called out, "Home!" He disappeared in a bright light.
Harry Potter, Minister of Magic stared out the window of his office. It opened on to a brimstone sky lit with all of the colors of the rainbow. He looked back to his desk piled high with papers and documents for him to sign. He sighed and walked behind the desk and took a crystal cup and a bottle of fire whiskey from a drawer. If Jessica found out she would surely tear him a new one when he got home. The liquid burned down his throat. He felt the tiny buzz that came with the glass. Naturally it took him a little bit more to get a real buzz, having been quite a partier back in his Slytherin days.
He had a sudden urge to open a window to feel the storm. He didn't know if it was the liquor talking but he walked to the big window and swung it open. A bright bolt of lightning form the storm flew towards him. The glass clattered to the floor.
Harry sifted through the documents on his desk. They include many important diplomatic papers. He worked in the 6th floor of the Ministry of Magic in the International Confederation of Wizards department. He would end up passing most of the documents up to the two British representatives to sign. Harry liked his work it was dull but he knew the machine still needed bolts even if they got less glory than the motor. He had always gotten average grades at Hogwarts being in the most average house, Hufflepuff. Sure he might not live up to the standards of his parents the heroes they were but he wasn't a nothing.
He filled out some papers to secure the passage of the Indian Representative to make a visit next month to the Ministry. Once he was finished he headed down stairs and got to a specifically appointed Apparation point. He focused on his house and disappeared in a brilliant flash.
Harry lifted the machine gun onto his back and crouched down to the ground. "Johnson, cover me we may be able to take these terrorist bastards by surprise. This storm is the perfect cover." He began to slowly move towards the small makeshift tent the local militia was using. Harry wore a full suit of desert camouflage and carried an assortment of weaponry.
As he crept to the tent he heard Johnson and his squad covering him by firing at the tent from a distance. Harry crept closer and began to un-strap the gun from his back when a shaft of light struck him He disappeared from all view.