Disclaimer: Don't know why but I gotta put one of these in. Just to make sure I don't get my arse sued off by Warner, Bloomsbury, Scholastic or the omnipresent lawyers of the goddess of the written word, Joanne Kathleen Rowling. I hereby decree that I own none of the characters in this story.
Foreword:
I originally came up with the idea for a Harry Potter/The Matrix story when I came across a Half-Life/The Matrix story. After watching The Matrix a few times I realised that it is possible to intermingle certain aspects of either stories, so I decided to take The Matrix plot and story line and throw it into the Harry Potter universe. So here it is! The one, the only, the highly anticipated. Harry Potter vs The Matrix.
Prologue
Hermione was tired and hungry, but she still had her job to do and, she decreed to herself, she was going to do it well. She was in a dank, wet and smelly hotel room. It had cost her five dollars for a night here. Well it had actually costed fourteen sickles and three knuts but these days wizard gold was of little use, she had a large stash of gold galleons but the fact was that finding someone to exchange money was almost as difficult as finding ways of making money. Yes, she was on the run. Hermione and a few companions were forced to move to America for two reasons. The first being that Lord Voldemort had completely overrun Britain. The Ministry of Magic is non-existent; the only wizards that live in Britain are in hiding. The Muggle Government is all but destroyed and London itself is a ruin, the only places it is comparable to are many countries in World War 2. Three years after Hermione and her accomplices came to New York, Voldemort himself and his Death Eaters followed. Voldemort took a different tact in America; He took over the Muggle Government and has a stronger grip on it than the president does. What's worse is that the Death Eaters now control the Muggle law enforcement. They have labelled Hermione and her group as fugitives, and are being hunted every second. Though through all this, The muggles have no idea that magic exists, which Hermione thinks, is a good thing. The second reason they moved to New York was because He was here, the man who, Dumbledore believed, would make everything stop. He alone, as the Oracle had predicted, would bring the rule of Lord Voldemort to an end because, as all non-muggles knew, he had done it once before.
Outside, unknown to Hermione inside the old building, there were a gang of police cars, two police officers were talking quietly, when suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere three robed figures approached one of the officers, he looked up at the building then back at the officer. "Lieutenant," said the first robed figure. "You were given specific orders" 'What the hell is with this guy?' was the lieutenant's first thought; here he was sending his men to take on a well known criminal. Then, out of the blue, comes this weirdo from some branch government agency with no sense of dress, telling him his not doing his job right. "Hey, I'm just doing my job." He said in a bored tone, "You give me any juris - my - diction crap, you can cram it up your ass." Behind the first robed figure came one of the two that were following. "Lucius!" This was obviously the name of the man that seemed to be the leader of the trio, they whispered in a hushed tone for a few moments. The Lieutenant got the impression they were talking about him and said, quite hurriedly. "I think we can handle one little girl. I sent in two units, they're bringing her down now." The man named Lucius eyed him for a few moments and said. "No Lieutenant, your men are already dead." With that the three hooded figures swept past the stunned Police Officer.
Hermione had planted a Port Key in the hotel room, she waited. The Port Key was activated after 11 p.m so she had to wait until then before she could return. He was living in the building just next to this one, they had been looking for him quite some time, and now, they had found him. She eyed the wall clock hungrily, fifteen minutes to. Suddenly there was a loud bang and a flood of light filled the room "Stand up! Put your hands behind your head!" As Hermione's heart filled with despair, she slowly stood. As one of the policemen approached her with cuffs she knew what she had to do, but that didn't mean she had to like it. Her mind was streaking along, reciting a mantra-like incantation that Dumbledore taught her, in her head. "What is magic? Magic is everywhere. Why can't muggles use it? Their bodies don't accept. What does magic do? It increases our ability. How many abilities does it effect? One hundred and sixteen. Which ability do you want to focus on? Reaction and Reflex. What will happen? These abilities will intensify. What will I do? Believe it. What will I do? Know it. What will I do? Know it!" Many times Hermione wondered if this was true, wether magic was just a matter of biology, but as the policeman grabbed her wrist, two soft words escaped her lips "Know it." With this the Police Officer paused for a split second but for Hermione, it was enough.
Fast as a flash she grabbed his arm, twisted and with a swift movement of her other hand, the policeman's arm was broken, she jumped into the air. Time, for her, seemed to slow down, this didn't make her any faster, but it gave her mind enough time to calculate what she had to do and what movements she had to make. For the police everything was going at a normal pace, except that her reflex and reactions were way above what they'd ever seen in their lives, which Hermione grimly knew, were about to end. By the time she hit the ground the policeman, who had recently stood in front of her, was lying on the floor dead. And before the other policemen knew what was happening she already had one used as a human shield. Quick as anything, the wand was in hand and the words "Avada Kedavra!" had escaped her mouth, as she and her companions were allowed by Dumbledore to use the illegal killing curse. "But only," he had warned. "If your own mortal self is in danger." One of the policemen had crumpled on the floor and the other had pulled his gun out. They looked into each other's eyes for a moment, then the policeman began to shoot. Hermione quickly jumped out of the way while her Human shield was being railed, by the time he had realised she had moved, she picked up a chair and threw it at him. The leg had him square in the temple and he also fell to the floor. A few seconds after she regained her breath the only word she was capable of saying was "shit!"
Hermione pulled a small orange box from a pocket in her black robes. On one side was a dark hole that looked as if it went on forever but on the other side, curiously enough, the orange box looked to be about two inches thick, she spoke into the hole. "Dumbledore, The Port Key was traced, I don't know how." From the dark hole came a voice, it seemed to echo slightly, as if on the other side of the seemingly infinite pipe there was a person talking back. "I know," The voice that obviously belonged to a man named Dumbledore sounded aged, yet it was alert and nimble "They cut the connection, theirs no time, you're going to have to find another exit." "Are there any Death Eaters?" At this question Dumbledore paused for a moment, as if unsure of answering the question. "Yes." He finally said. "Damn it!" Was Hermione's only reply. "You have to focus, Hermione. There's a Port Key at Wells and Lake in a phone booth. You can make it." Hermione became resolute and she knew what had to be done. "Alright." She put the orange box back in her black robes and began to run.
She jumped out of a window and looked down into the empty street, there, all alone, was a death eater. He was just standing there, looking at her, not moving, not blinking. The sight gave her the shivers. She didn't have much time to think about it because some policemen had just ran into the room behind her, and she knew that this time they would be occupied by a black cloaked figure. Without hesitation she quickly began climbing the ladder to the roof, she didn't have any set way of getting to the Port Key but she obviously couldn't jump down. Death Eaters had mastered the art of using magic to enhance their abilities, Hermione and her company are only capable of making their minds increase their thinking load, Death Eaters are somehow able to be faster and stronger than imaginable. No one she knows has been able to do what a Death Eater does, but Dumbledore says, He's case is very different indeed. As Hermione ran across the rooftop she could sense the Death Eater and policemen running behind her, the policemen she could take, not willingly but if she had to. The Death Eater on the other hand was something else, she doubted even her and two other wizards could take them on, their magic was different, elusive, it was a branch of magic she had never seen before. Quickly, but not as fast as she would want, she neared the edge of the roof, the road below was four lanes thick, but even if that would stop a normal person, this didn't seem to preoccupy her at all. She pulled her wand from the pocket of her robes, pointed at herself and muttered something under her breath, and then she jumped. The policemen in pursuit stopped dead in their tracks, at first they thought she was going to drop into the poorly lit street, instead she flew twelve feet into the air. The policemen stared in disbelief, "th-that's impossible!" the other's were too bewildered to say anything. The Death Eater, who was the man who went by the name of Lucius, looked as though her jumping up twelve feet across the street was the most natural thing in the world. On the contrary of stopping, he himself pulled a wand from his robes, pointed it at himself and muttered the same incantation.
On the other side of the road, Hermione hadn't stopped running, she knew that the Death Eater would also jump. Sure enough, as she was rounding a corner, she heard a faint "Avada Kedavra!" As an instinct, she hunched down as she ran, making her less of a target. One split second after she heard the words, a blast of green light took a chunk out of the brick wall next to her. If she hadn't ducked down, that blast would have taken her to the great unknown. But that was something she was prepared to do in order to get rid of Death Eater menace. There, a few metres ahead of her was the edge of the building she was currently on, all she had I to do was reach that, She didn't care how but she knew that if she could make it there she just might make it to the Port Key. But as she neared the edge, she heard someone behind her yell, "Avada-." Before she let herself listen to the end of the spell, she jumped, even though she was still half a metre off course. Instead of trying for the roof, like she was planning to, she aimed for a window instead, mainly because her premature jump stopped her from going the roof.
As she broke through the glass, she rolled down a flight of stairs. As she hit the bottom she already had her wand in hand and had it trained on the door. She lay there for a few moments, regaining her breath. "Get up Hermione," She whispered breathlessly to herself, "just get up." She inhaled one more time and yelled. "Get up!" Fatigued out of her mind, she willed herself to stand. She ran out of the building and through the alley without anything jumping at her. As she neared the corner, the phone began to ring, meaning that the Port Key had become active, she stopped in her tracks as a truck drove past. Suddenly the truck turned and braked, so that it spun around and stopped, facing exactly towards the ringing phone. As the tires squealed with the burst of ignition, Hermione began to run towards the phone with one thought in her head, as long as she got to the phone, everything would be alright. As she picked up the handset, the truck crashed through the glass cage, mangling the metal framework. Nobody could survive that, but as a black cloaked figure approached the booth, there was no body to be found, in a few seconds, the other two had joined him. "She got out." Said the one on the right. "It doesn't matter." Lucius, the driver, sneered as he spoke the words. "The informant is real." Said the one on the left; Lucius nodded, so the left continued "We have the name of their next target." Hurriedly, as if fearful of Lucius' displeasure the one the right said. "His name is Harry Potter." Lucius quickly turned his head, as if the name meant something to him. "We'll need a search running." He continued, but Lucius put up his hand. "There is no need." Lucius walked off; leaving the two to exchange confused glances. Judging by Lucius' behaviour, something more than the usual wizard uprising occurred today, something deeper that he was hiding. For some strange reason, the name 'Harry Potter' meant something to them to, as if remembering a distant dream, but when they tried to grab hold of it, it slipped back into the void. For some reason the name kept trying to break free, as if it were some part of a suppressed memory. Only Lucius knew what was going on and, judging by things, they would know soon enough, wether it were at their own expense or not.
Authors Note:
Hey guys finally finished. Sorry to all you Americans about the spelling thing, you see, in Australia, we write COLOUR instead of COLOR and FLAVOUR instead of FLAVOR. We all know how you yanks like to take over everything so sorry about that one (no offence intended, I'm just tired from staying up until 6 am and listening to 'The End is the Beginning is the End' repeatedly for eight hours.). My real point is that, I hope you enjoyed it and I got more coming!
P.S. also sorry about using the Metric system instead of Imperial, I just can't get used to it, can never remember how long a foot is (ask anyone down here, nobody knows!)
P.P.S. Go EDMOND BARTON (I am such a patriot)
Foreword:
I originally came up with the idea for a Harry Potter/The Matrix story when I came across a Half-Life/The Matrix story. After watching The Matrix a few times I realised that it is possible to intermingle certain aspects of either stories, so I decided to take The Matrix plot and story line and throw it into the Harry Potter universe. So here it is! The one, the only, the highly anticipated. Harry Potter vs The Matrix.
Prologue
Hermione was tired and hungry, but she still had her job to do and, she decreed to herself, she was going to do it well. She was in a dank, wet and smelly hotel room. It had cost her five dollars for a night here. Well it had actually costed fourteen sickles and three knuts but these days wizard gold was of little use, she had a large stash of gold galleons but the fact was that finding someone to exchange money was almost as difficult as finding ways of making money. Yes, she was on the run. Hermione and a few companions were forced to move to America for two reasons. The first being that Lord Voldemort had completely overrun Britain. The Ministry of Magic is non-existent; the only wizards that live in Britain are in hiding. The Muggle Government is all but destroyed and London itself is a ruin, the only places it is comparable to are many countries in World War 2. Three years after Hermione and her accomplices came to New York, Voldemort himself and his Death Eaters followed. Voldemort took a different tact in America; He took over the Muggle Government and has a stronger grip on it than the president does. What's worse is that the Death Eaters now control the Muggle law enforcement. They have labelled Hermione and her group as fugitives, and are being hunted every second. Though through all this, The muggles have no idea that magic exists, which Hermione thinks, is a good thing. The second reason they moved to New York was because He was here, the man who, Dumbledore believed, would make everything stop. He alone, as the Oracle had predicted, would bring the rule of Lord Voldemort to an end because, as all non-muggles knew, he had done it once before.
Outside, unknown to Hermione inside the old building, there were a gang of police cars, two police officers were talking quietly, when suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere three robed figures approached one of the officers, he looked up at the building then back at the officer. "Lieutenant," said the first robed figure. "You were given specific orders" 'What the hell is with this guy?' was the lieutenant's first thought; here he was sending his men to take on a well known criminal. Then, out of the blue, comes this weirdo from some branch government agency with no sense of dress, telling him his not doing his job right. "Hey, I'm just doing my job." He said in a bored tone, "You give me any juris - my - diction crap, you can cram it up your ass." Behind the first robed figure came one of the two that were following. "Lucius!" This was obviously the name of the man that seemed to be the leader of the trio, they whispered in a hushed tone for a few moments. The Lieutenant got the impression they were talking about him and said, quite hurriedly. "I think we can handle one little girl. I sent in two units, they're bringing her down now." The man named Lucius eyed him for a few moments and said. "No Lieutenant, your men are already dead." With that the three hooded figures swept past the stunned Police Officer.
Hermione had planted a Port Key in the hotel room, she waited. The Port Key was activated after 11 p.m so she had to wait until then before she could return. He was living in the building just next to this one, they had been looking for him quite some time, and now, they had found him. She eyed the wall clock hungrily, fifteen minutes to. Suddenly there was a loud bang and a flood of light filled the room "Stand up! Put your hands behind your head!" As Hermione's heart filled with despair, she slowly stood. As one of the policemen approached her with cuffs she knew what she had to do, but that didn't mean she had to like it. Her mind was streaking along, reciting a mantra-like incantation that Dumbledore taught her, in her head. "What is magic? Magic is everywhere. Why can't muggles use it? Their bodies don't accept. What does magic do? It increases our ability. How many abilities does it effect? One hundred and sixteen. Which ability do you want to focus on? Reaction and Reflex. What will happen? These abilities will intensify. What will I do? Believe it. What will I do? Know it. What will I do? Know it!" Many times Hermione wondered if this was true, wether magic was just a matter of biology, but as the policeman grabbed her wrist, two soft words escaped her lips "Know it." With this the Police Officer paused for a split second but for Hermione, it was enough.
Fast as a flash she grabbed his arm, twisted and with a swift movement of her other hand, the policeman's arm was broken, she jumped into the air. Time, for her, seemed to slow down, this didn't make her any faster, but it gave her mind enough time to calculate what she had to do and what movements she had to make. For the police everything was going at a normal pace, except that her reflex and reactions were way above what they'd ever seen in their lives, which Hermione grimly knew, were about to end. By the time she hit the ground the policeman, who had recently stood in front of her, was lying on the floor dead. And before the other policemen knew what was happening she already had one used as a human shield. Quick as anything, the wand was in hand and the words "Avada Kedavra!" had escaped her mouth, as she and her companions were allowed by Dumbledore to use the illegal killing curse. "But only," he had warned. "If your own mortal self is in danger." One of the policemen had crumpled on the floor and the other had pulled his gun out. They looked into each other's eyes for a moment, then the policeman began to shoot. Hermione quickly jumped out of the way while her Human shield was being railed, by the time he had realised she had moved, she picked up a chair and threw it at him. The leg had him square in the temple and he also fell to the floor. A few seconds after she regained her breath the only word she was capable of saying was "shit!"
Hermione pulled a small orange box from a pocket in her black robes. On one side was a dark hole that looked as if it went on forever but on the other side, curiously enough, the orange box looked to be about two inches thick, she spoke into the hole. "Dumbledore, The Port Key was traced, I don't know how." From the dark hole came a voice, it seemed to echo slightly, as if on the other side of the seemingly infinite pipe there was a person talking back. "I know," The voice that obviously belonged to a man named Dumbledore sounded aged, yet it was alert and nimble "They cut the connection, theirs no time, you're going to have to find another exit." "Are there any Death Eaters?" At this question Dumbledore paused for a moment, as if unsure of answering the question. "Yes." He finally said. "Damn it!" Was Hermione's only reply. "You have to focus, Hermione. There's a Port Key at Wells and Lake in a phone booth. You can make it." Hermione became resolute and she knew what had to be done. "Alright." She put the orange box back in her black robes and began to run.
She jumped out of a window and looked down into the empty street, there, all alone, was a death eater. He was just standing there, looking at her, not moving, not blinking. The sight gave her the shivers. She didn't have much time to think about it because some policemen had just ran into the room behind her, and she knew that this time they would be occupied by a black cloaked figure. Without hesitation she quickly began climbing the ladder to the roof, she didn't have any set way of getting to the Port Key but she obviously couldn't jump down. Death Eaters had mastered the art of using magic to enhance their abilities, Hermione and her company are only capable of making their minds increase their thinking load, Death Eaters are somehow able to be faster and stronger than imaginable. No one she knows has been able to do what a Death Eater does, but Dumbledore says, He's case is very different indeed. As Hermione ran across the rooftop she could sense the Death Eater and policemen running behind her, the policemen she could take, not willingly but if she had to. The Death Eater on the other hand was something else, she doubted even her and two other wizards could take them on, their magic was different, elusive, it was a branch of magic she had never seen before. Quickly, but not as fast as she would want, she neared the edge of the roof, the road below was four lanes thick, but even if that would stop a normal person, this didn't seem to preoccupy her at all. She pulled her wand from the pocket of her robes, pointed at herself and muttered something under her breath, and then she jumped. The policemen in pursuit stopped dead in their tracks, at first they thought she was going to drop into the poorly lit street, instead she flew twelve feet into the air. The policemen stared in disbelief, "th-that's impossible!" the other's were too bewildered to say anything. The Death Eater, who was the man who went by the name of Lucius, looked as though her jumping up twelve feet across the street was the most natural thing in the world. On the contrary of stopping, he himself pulled a wand from his robes, pointed it at himself and muttered the same incantation.
On the other side of the road, Hermione hadn't stopped running, she knew that the Death Eater would also jump. Sure enough, as she was rounding a corner, she heard a faint "Avada Kedavra!" As an instinct, she hunched down as she ran, making her less of a target. One split second after she heard the words, a blast of green light took a chunk out of the brick wall next to her. If she hadn't ducked down, that blast would have taken her to the great unknown. But that was something she was prepared to do in order to get rid of Death Eater menace. There, a few metres ahead of her was the edge of the building she was currently on, all she had I to do was reach that, She didn't care how but she knew that if she could make it there she just might make it to the Port Key. But as she neared the edge, she heard someone behind her yell, "Avada-." Before she let herself listen to the end of the spell, she jumped, even though she was still half a metre off course. Instead of trying for the roof, like she was planning to, she aimed for a window instead, mainly because her premature jump stopped her from going the roof.
As she broke through the glass, she rolled down a flight of stairs. As she hit the bottom she already had her wand in hand and had it trained on the door. She lay there for a few moments, regaining her breath. "Get up Hermione," She whispered breathlessly to herself, "just get up." She inhaled one more time and yelled. "Get up!" Fatigued out of her mind, she willed herself to stand. She ran out of the building and through the alley without anything jumping at her. As she neared the corner, the phone began to ring, meaning that the Port Key had become active, she stopped in her tracks as a truck drove past. Suddenly the truck turned and braked, so that it spun around and stopped, facing exactly towards the ringing phone. As the tires squealed with the burst of ignition, Hermione began to run towards the phone with one thought in her head, as long as she got to the phone, everything would be alright. As she picked up the handset, the truck crashed through the glass cage, mangling the metal framework. Nobody could survive that, but as a black cloaked figure approached the booth, there was no body to be found, in a few seconds, the other two had joined him. "She got out." Said the one on the right. "It doesn't matter." Lucius, the driver, sneered as he spoke the words. "The informant is real." Said the one on the left; Lucius nodded, so the left continued "We have the name of their next target." Hurriedly, as if fearful of Lucius' displeasure the one the right said. "His name is Harry Potter." Lucius quickly turned his head, as if the name meant something to him. "We'll need a search running." He continued, but Lucius put up his hand. "There is no need." Lucius walked off; leaving the two to exchange confused glances. Judging by Lucius' behaviour, something more than the usual wizard uprising occurred today, something deeper that he was hiding. For some strange reason, the name 'Harry Potter' meant something to them to, as if remembering a distant dream, but when they tried to grab hold of it, it slipped back into the void. For some reason the name kept trying to break free, as if it were some part of a suppressed memory. Only Lucius knew what was going on and, judging by things, they would know soon enough, wether it were at their own expense or not.
Authors Note:
Hey guys finally finished. Sorry to all you Americans about the spelling thing, you see, in Australia, we write COLOUR instead of COLOR and FLAVOUR instead of FLAVOR. We all know how you yanks like to take over everything so sorry about that one (no offence intended, I'm just tired from staying up until 6 am and listening to 'The End is the Beginning is the End' repeatedly for eight hours.). My real point is that, I hope you enjoyed it and I got more coming!
P.S. also sorry about using the Metric system instead of Imperial, I just can't get used to it, can never remember how long a foot is (ask anyone down here, nobody knows!)
P.P.S. Go EDMOND BARTON (I am such a patriot)