I don't own Harry Potter n shit, neither do I own the Madness Combat series by Krinkels. I also don't have a concrete idea of pairings, so take the ones shown as a grain of salt.
Chapter 1
In the darkness of the night, a man in a black, billowing cloak silently approached a certain ancestral home of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, careful to not be seen. He entered quickly and quietly and proceeded down the hallway, past the portrait of a certain previous Lady Black.
"Snivellus, how nice of you to show up. You're late," said James Potter mockingly as Severus Snape walked into the meeting room for the Order of the Phoenix, with Albus Dumbledore at its head.
"Play nice!" hissed Lily Potter, the wife of James, exasperated at the continued rivalry between her husband and her longtime friend.
"Quiet you two, please. Severus. my friend, do you bring any news of the Dark Lord's plans?" said Dumbledore soothingly, unflappable as ever, although those who knew him best could see he was weary of another wizarding war in the heart of Magical Britain.
Snape took a moment to give James a scathing look, before turning to address the Headmaster of Hogwarts. "He is playing his cards close to his chest, and even I am not privy to everything he is planning. All I know is that he plans to initiate attacks on various muggleborn and muggle establishments, just like the last war to instigate panic, and that he has plans for the Ministry," Snape sneered, internally nervous as Voldemort had been more trustful of Snape before his obliteration at the hands of Michael Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived.
"Great, so basically you bring no new news at all Snivellus, thanks for sharing," Sirius, the Lord of House Black crowed, spreading his arms widely, a snide look on his face.
"Cease your posturing Black, it's not as though you bring great tidings either, you halfwit," Snape bit back, irritated.
"Not so, my greasy-haired friend. I have successfully negotiated with the French Minister to provide us with hitwizard forces to help combat You-Know-Who," stated Sirius, a smug smile on his face. To this piece of news, there was some murmuring around the vigilante group, with a look of disapproval appearing on Molly Weasley's face momentarily before she schooled her expression.
"And have we received any communications from the Americans yet?" asked Dumbledore.
"Still nothing, my contact in MACUSA has been completely silent to owls and other means of communication. Their floo centers are still down, and international apparition points are blocked off," piped in Alastor Moody, his face twisted into a painful grimace.
There was clear restlessness from this development due to the fact that the United States undoubtedly had the largest magical population in the world and would have been an incredible boon to the cause against Voldemort. However, in the past weeks since the return of Voldemort after the disastrous end to the Tri-Wizard Tournament of 1995, contact with MACUSA had become completely impossible, not just to the British, but to the Wizarding World as a whole, according to multiple sources. The country was shut down so tightly that nothing magical came in or out of the country, with no reason as to why.
Dumbledore pondered the problem, knowing his own contacts in MACUSA had also begun to broadcast radio silence, with the last message he received only stating, 'The Americas are going through a disaster of its own right now, we can't afford to look at your dark lord problem,'
"Very well then, it seems this meeting shall be dismissed, we can reconvene later if we have more news. In the meantime my old friends, make sure to be watchful, I feel that dark times are upon us," said Dumbledore gravely.
With murmured consent from those in attendance, everyone started to get up from their seats and moved to exit through the floo. Lily stood up and quickly strode to Snape's side to tell him to be careful, knowing how precarious his situation could be as a spy for the Order. James watched on with a glint of loathing in his eyes, which Snape returned with even greater fervor before smiling at Lily, and assuring her of his safety before leaving.
With a sigh, Lily turned to open the door, only to find Michael Potter, Ron Weasley, and the Weasley twins falling forwards as she swung the door open. They scrambled back to their feet, all but the twins clearly abashed at having been caught trying to eavesdrop on the meeting of the Order.
"You boys, what are you all doing! It's well past your bedtime, go on!" Lily exclaimed, with a heated glare specifically sent at her son, one that promised punishment.
"Mum, we're not kids anymore, we should be allowed to know what's going on too!" Michael claimed, incensed at being disallowed when in his mind, as the Boy-Who-Lived, he should be in on the discussion on how to oppose Voldemort. "C'mon dad, stick up for me here!"
James could only shrug, deep down agreeing with Michael to an extent. He opened his mouth to attempt to support his son, only to see Lily's withering stare, causing him to wilt like a rotting flower at her temper.
"Don't go asking your father for help, Merlin knows he is terrible at parenting!" spat Lily, surprising Michael and the other admonished boys by how much venom was actually in her words. James could only wince at her words, knowing exactly why she was inordinately livid. As Michael opened his mouth to ask his mother if she was alright, she quickly shoo'd them off to bed before storming upstairs to her bedroom. James moved to follow her, before letting out a long-suffering sigh and went into a separate bedroom from hers.
Fourteen years ago, after the fateful moment Voldemort's killing curse rebounded and destroyed his body, Dumbledore recognized that whatever had happened that night that had saved the two boys had caused Harry Potter, Michael's twin brother, to become a complete squib. The news had horrified the Potter parents, who had left the cottage that night to assist Dumbledore against the Lestrange brothers and other Death Eaters as they attempted to raid the Longbottom's home. Voldemort's followers were routed and captured that night along with the alleged death of the dark lord and Wizarding Britain celebrated with the rest of the magical world sighing a breath of relief, no longer worrying that Voldemort would set his sights on them after Britain.
However, for the Potter family, it was a devastation. One of their sons was stripped of magic, and according to Dumbledore, the other was now fated to fight against the dark lord once more according to a prophecy. In the end, nothing could be done about Harry's condition and Dumbledore had theorized that perhaps the power that the dark lord knew not had used most of Michael's magic and another's in order to reflect the killing curse, leaving Michael drained, but Harry a complete squib.
In the end, Dumbledore tearfully recommended that Harry be placed in the muggle world to avoid everything magical. Afterall, with the Potters becoming overnight living heroes, and with how many supporters Voldemort still had, Harry would become a huge target now that he was unable to use magic, something that the family could not hide from the press.
Lily, after much persuasion, agreed, stipulating that he could not, under any circumstances, place Harry with his aunt Petunia and her whale of a husband, Vernon. Dumbledore easily agreed, not telling her that he fully intended to do so.
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Fourteen years ago...
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"James, my boy, can you keep a secret?" Dumbledore asked.
"Of course professor, what is it?" James replied.
"I intend to leave Harry with his muggle relatives against Lily's wishes. I want to put up certain blood wards for Harry's protection, and they would work the best if they were connected to blood ties, those that connect Harry and his aunt," Dumbledore stated calmly.
James frowned at this, "Are you sure about this sir, Lily has told me all about how horribly jealous Petunia was about magic,"
"I'm sure she was exaggerating James, besides, this is family we speak of here, surely they wouldn't turn away an innocent child would they?" assured Dumbledore.
"I suppose you're right. Fine, I won't tell Lily about this, for Harry's safety," James agreed.
"Thank you for agreeing, Lily is so very emotional right now and wouldn't take the truth very well. Now then, let us hope that Harry may live safely from now on," Dumbledore said, standing up to prepare to leave Harry in the care of muggles, Lily not there to stop him as she had taken Michael to St. Mungo's to check for any other possible injuries.
Of course, what James didn't know was that Dumbledore had been dying to foray into blood wards, but had lacked the means to do so until recently. He had just gotten his hands on grimoires about the subject due to his own connections with Gringotts after the Lestrange brothers were stripped of their noble status, vaults, and left to rot in Azkaban. Dumbledore had grown rather confident in his own skills, perceptions, and power in the years after his legendary duel with Grindelwald and fell to the age old prey of powerful men, arrogance.
He could not truly account for the cruelty of Harry's relatives, Petunia's prejudices and envy worsening from Vernon Dursley's influence. His blood wards however, were perfect, making sure to protect Harry from any outsider who wished him harm. In fact, so strong were the wards, they would not collapse even after young Harry Potter was abandoned in the United States by his relatives and Dumbledore, confident in the power and complexity of the ward, never bothered to leave anyone to check on Harry. It was only until the day Michael started at Hogwarts that the blood wards finally failed, alerting Dumbledore and causing a minor panic when he realized the Dursleys had abandoned him.
These news were told to James, who agreed to keep a secret from his wife, afraid of her legendary temper. On the side, he and Dumbledore would do their best to try to find Harry Potter, only to come up with nothing. Even worse, James had not been as careful as he should of with his research and one day Lily found out about their search, eventually finding out that Dumbledore had explicitly gone and given Harry to her magic-hating relatives.
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Present time...
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James pondered the past events and how Lily had an apocalyptic rant of rage at both of them, losing trust in her husband and mentor completely. James grumbled as he tossed and turnt in his bed, wishing for the warmth of his wife, wondering how it all went so wrong this year, with Voldemort's revival and Lily discovering what had happened to Harry.
Meanwhile, somewhere in Nevada...
A man named Jebediah Christoff sighed as he viewed a computer terminal output the message:
'Normality restoration in progress...'
He looked around through his cracked sunglasses at the smoldering pile of shadows that was once one of his greatest enemies. His battle had been a hard-fought one spanning multiple years, but at long last, the rogue Auditor had been beaten down, his supernatural deviances halted. The impious madness had come to a final close. The red tinted sky above seemed to form cracks as huge beams of blue light came crashing down.
He turned away from the scenes of insanity, instead whipping out a phone and calling someone.
"Madame President, it is finally done. Nevada's normality restoration is in progress and the improbability drives are destroyed. You'll probably need to mobilize every single wizard on the continent if you want to maintain the Statute of Secrecy but at least there's no lasting existential threat to this reality left," he said, adding on the last bit with a chuckle.
"Oh shush you, I'll get to it. In the meantime, come back to New York, I've missed you so dearly~" said Sapphira Picquery seductively. She was the President of the Magical Congress of the United States of America and an incredibly attractive dark-skinned woman with blonde hair and an incredibly body to match. Deep down, despite her teasing tone, she was beyond overjoyed that Jebediah had finished up the disaster that was covering all of Nevada and was safe.
Jebediah Christoff could only smirk to himself as he had a mental image of her waiting in her private office for him in very little clothing. He tiredly waited to see that aurors were apparating on the scene to do some final damage control and wipe away any lasting remnants of the horrific incidents that had happened in Nevada for the past few years, or decades. Time was broken in Nevada while the Auditor still lived so it was hard to tell how much time had actually passed while in Nevada.
He disappeared in a flash of black flames before appearing in the President's heavily warded room with no resistance whatsoever. He was quickly engulfed in a hug by the President, as she let out a relieved sigh, something she would have never been caught doing in public. As she tenderly stroked his cheek, tracing over the various thin scars that stretched over his skin, they both enjoyed each other's presence and reminisced over the atrocities that they had finally put to an end.
After a comfortable, companionable silence, Sapphira turned to him with a pained look on her face.
"Jeb- no, Harry, I'm sorry about this, but I think I should tell you something," she said worriedly, biting her lip while looking up at him in his lap.
He looked at her quizzically, nodding his head to let her know she could continue.
After gulping, she kept going, "While you were helping with the cleanup, I finally reinstated communications with the outside world. We have received multiple requests to lend aid to oppose the Dark Lord Voldemort for different parties,"
Jebediah look blankly at her, flashes of memory going through his head of a fat whale of a man beating him, calling him a freak and letting him know his parents had abandoned him. He remembered that fat man's son chasing him down with his gang of bullies to beat him up in their 'Harry Hunting' sessions.
"I hate them just as much as you for what they did to you, but Voldemort, he's the real deal. We have to nip this in the bud, we can't let anyone else stumble upon remnants of Higher Powers." she explained, a hateful look briefly flashing over her face.
"And given how driven Voldemort is, he'll probably eventually find something that he was never meant to," Jebediah said coldly, finishing her thought process. Sapphira could only nod her head hesitantly, knowing how touchy of a subject this was for the man she cared for deeply.
"Harry Potter..." he murmured to himself softly, thinking about the name of the connotations it brought. "It's been so long since I've used that name," he finished bitterly.
"If this were any other time, I would simply send my aurors and be done with it, they don't deserve you. But we're still in a precarious position. We have so much to do here but we can't let this dark lord situation get out of hand. I have no choice here but to ask you to help them,"
She took a moment to look into his eyes, to convey her regret and her adoration for him.
"I'm sorry..."
"Don't be... I will endure, as I always have," Harry replied, taking up his old name in his mind. '
I need to confront my past at one point or another. I've spent years running away from it, now it seems I have no choice but to face it head on,' he thought.
She suddenly captured his lips in a fiery kiss. For what seemed like an eternity, they stood there, melding their bodies together as their tongues battled each other for dominance before finally, Sapphira broke away, panting. Her chest was heaving with each breath and her face was flushed.
"Let's have one last wild night together Harry, we should enjoy ourselves more, before you have to go again to save the day, my hero..." she drawled seductively.
The sight of her inviting body spurred Harry into action as he pounced on her for a very passion-filled night.
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End of Chapter 1
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A/N: I'm not doing any lemons, I don't fucking know how to write them and I'm pretty much a novice. I just felt like I'd try putting some of my ideas onto paper/digital paper or something. This is probably utter trash but I'll keep updating it if people like it I guess. If you like it, leave a review so I know it's not stinky ass monkey doo-doo. It's 2 AM so ta-ta fellas.