Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I am writing this fanfiction for my own amusement and make no profit, all recognizable characters in this story are the property of J.K Rowling, Scholastic, Warner Brothers, etc.
I also do not own or have any stakes in the Jurassic Park films or novels and make no profit from this work using anything created by Michael Crichton, Steven Speilberg, Universal Pictures, etc.
AN: I have decided to attempt writing a crossover it is a crossover that combines two of my favourite works/franchises. In case you didn't read the summary this is a Harry Potter/Jurassic Park crossover.
This chapter should take care of the biggest hurdle I have had crossing the two universes, getting Harry on the island and making it somewhat believable. This will not be a super long story as it just spans two days from the film and maybe a bit after.
This story will be based on the JP films as opposed to the books for two reasons.
Firstly, the book was set in 1989 and it doesn't sync up well with the Harry Potter timeline, since the movie is set in 1993 it is more convenient for my purposes.
Secondly, the kids' ages are reversed in the novels. Lex Murphy was an irritating little eight-year-old in the novel and would not work out very well for Harry's possible love interest if I decided to go in that direction.
Isla Nublar, West of Costa Rica, 8/13/1993
Harry Potter groaned as he slowly regained consciousness, feeling strange as he bobbed up and down and side to side. Harry could tell something was very wrong as warm water splashed him in the face. Opening his eyes he saw water... everywhere.
He saw what he hoped was a bad dream, he was floating on a vast expanse of ocean, the water rocking him to and fro as he drifted along aimlessly though he thought he could make out a patch of green in the distance.
Bright sunlight was shining down on him reflecting off of the water's surface making it uncomfortable to look around until his eyes adjusted to the light.
It took him several minutes to remember why he was bobbing in the middle of the ocean being held afloat by a bulky life jacket as he slowly drifted towards the patch of green. He felt very dizzy and his stomach groaned with hunger, his mouth was so dry and his tongue felt like sandpaper. This was a whole different kind of torture being surrounded by water yet being unable to drink any of it.
His dizziness started to clear though he still felt lethargic and it took him several moments to realize with a jolt of excitement that the patch of green he was staring at in the distance was actually a large island.
The prospect of getting out of the water gave him new energy. Harry felt a sliver of hope as he slowly got closer to the island, the current pushing him steadily in that direction.
He didn't have enough energy to swim right now and in any event, he would most likely need to save his strength for when he got closer to the island. So for the time being he was content to let the waves propel him towards the island.
The path that led to him floating in the ocean being held afloat by a cheap rented lifejacket was pretty short, and if he was honest with himself, he should have seen it coming from the beginning.
It all started when his uncle, a fat bastard by the name of Vernon Dursley, had won an all-expenses-paid trip for four to Costa Rica.
By some miracle, Vernon was caller number seven in a contest announced on the local radio station. Due to strange and eerily convenient circumstances, they had been forced to take Harry along on the trip. Though the biggest factor in Harry going along was the Dursleys not trusting him to be alone at their home for two weeks while they were gone.
Harry got to fly first class with the Dursleys as they flew out of London early last Sunday morning, enjoying a wonderful meal in flight while he watched the ocean from thirty-thousand feet in the air.
For three days Harry enjoyed the trip tremendously, he got a room to himself and even was allowed to tag along with the Dursleys when they went to the beach near the hotel.
There was even a buffet-style restaurant in the hotel where Harry could eat to his heart's content three times a day. The best part was that the meals from the hotel restaurant were complimentary with the trip Vernon had won. Though Harry did notice one of the kitchen staff taking down the all-you-can-eat sign on the second morning they were there.
It was on the fourth day that Harry got the bill so to speak. In retrospect, Harry should have been suspicious when Vernon rented a thirty-five-foot fishing boat to go deep sea fishing and invited Harry to come along with them on their fishing trip.
The Dursleys were in an unusually jovial mood as they left the marina that morning. Vernon piloted the boat out into open water, his uncle smiling at him in a way that made his skin crawl every time Harry glanced his way.
Harry quickly moved away from his uncle, already having second thoughts about coming with them and stayed by the bow of the boat looking back over the coastline as the boat moved further out to sea.
It was after Harry could no longer see land and was leaning on the railing on the bow of the boat looking out over the expanse of blue water that he was brought sharply back to reality.
Harry was caught completely off guard when he was shoved forcefully from behind making him tumble over the railing while the boat was still moving across the water at full speed.
"Why don't you go for a swim, boy," Harry vaguely heard Vernon call after him as he was falling over the side.
Harry barely processed what was happening before his head bounced off of the metal hull of the boat and he hit the water with a sickening smack.
Harry was just getting his bearings after being submerged and tumbled around in the wash from the boat's propeller (having narrowly avoided it as the boat passed him). His lifejacket had done its job, pulling him roughly back to the surface while the boat's wake carried him out further away from the moving boat.
Harry broke the surface of the water, violently coughing up salt water as he looked around through blurry eyes (he had lost his glasses in the fall).
What he saw filled him with dread, the boat was a good distance away, heading back towards the mainland and all he could see was the ocean in any direction.
Correction, he could also see a blurry image of Dudley giving him a mocking wave as the boat disappeared into the distance, leaving him stranded out here in the middle of nowhere.
"DAMN IT!" Harry screamed out over the water's surface as he floated there seething about the situation he had landed himself in.
He highly doubted he could make it back to shore before nightfall and he was already dreadfully thirsty.
And so began the Odyssey he had been on for the past two days, swimming aimlessly until he tuckered himself out and trying to use the sun to guide him eastwards and back towards the mainland. The trouble was there were currents at play that kept pulling him westward away from the mainland.
This morning was a fine example as the sun was at his back and he was drifting away from the sun which he knew meant he was heading west across the vast Pacific Ocean.
All Harry knew was he had been floating aimlessly for going on forty-eight hours and was getting closer and closer to the island in the distance.
He could see high mountain peaks and jagged rocks on the shore that waves were crashing into. Knowing he could not land there, Harry swam diagonally moving away from the rocky shore, the life jacket slowing his progress somewhat but he still managed to alter his course enough to avoid being smalled into the rocks.
Harry did notice an area on the island where the current was not so strong, the ocean waves seemed to flow into the island interior, so Harry swam in that direction.
The current assisted him a lot and he was soon floating towards the inlet, he began kicking his legs again to speed up his approach eager to finally get out of the ocean and find some water he could drink.
Harry could feel the water get much colder when he entered the inlet, the current losing much of its energy as it met a small slow-moving river.
Harry began making his way further up the inlet passing between towering peaks on either side of the river as he began moving inland.
He was thoroughly exhausted by the time he cleared the mountains that formed a sort of gateway into the island, the banks on either side of the river opened up showing him a large expanse of land in both directions.
A little further up ahead, Harry could see a waterfall dumping into the river from high up on the side of one of the mountains he had just swam past, the waterfall seemed to run down the side of the mountain from hundreds of feet above him.
Harry made his way to the riverbank across from the waterfall as he saw something that appeared to be manmade up on the bank.
After staggering out of the water and crawling up the embankment, he came to a wide flat spot with a dirt road leading into the island. The manmade object he saw from the water was indeed a large square of smooth concrete with a massive red 'H' painted on its centre surrounded by thick grass
Shakily Harry unfastened the white canvas life jacket and let it fall to the ground before his legs felt weak and he collapsed to his knees on the edge of the concrete slab
The last thing Harry remembered hearing before his vision went black was a loud chopping sound from high overhead as his knees gave out completely and he collapsed facefirst onto the grass and fell into unconsciousness.
Isla Nublar
Allan Grant hated helicopters, between the one at the dig site yesterday that damn near destroyed the excavated raptor skeleton and this one that was jerking and vibrating as it descended vertically through a harsh wind shear, Alan Grant really despised helicopters.
The fact that his seat had two female seatbelt receivers, and he was forced to tie them in a square knot around his waist a minute before the chopper gently set down on the pad did not help his feelings towards the flying contraption.
"I found the other part of your seat belt," Ellie Sattler giggled while John Hammond got up from his seat as the sliding door of the helicopter was opened from outside.
"I think you're a bit late," Alan sighed as they followed a very amused Ian Malcolm out of the chopper, the blades still spinning over their heads as they followed the drivers over to a pair of grey Jeeps with red decals painted on them.
"Jurassic Park,' Alan mumbled under his breath as he read the words under the dinosaur skull logo.
"If you will take a seat in the Jeeps, we'll get you to the main resort and I can fill you in about the upcoming weekend," Hammond said over the whine of the chopper as it began to lift off of the helipad.
" Donald I think we need to chat., why don't you ride with me in my transport?" Hammond said a little too casually.
"Why is there a kid on the ground over there?" Ian asked his eyes focused somewhere near the helipad.
"What?" Ellie said sharply and gasped when she saw a dark-haired kid in baggy clothes laying facedown in the grass near the pad.
Before Hammond could answer, Ellie had run over to the boy and rolled him on his back. The first thing Alan noticed was that this kid was badly sunburnt, his face and arms were peeling and his lips were dried and cracked.
"He's got a pulse but he needs medical attention," Ellie said as she looked the boy over.
"We have a first-rate infirmary at the resort," John said giving one of the drivers a nod.
The two men in pink collar shirts carefully carried the kid to the front seat of the first jeep and buckled him in securely.
"Come along, we'll get the lad to Dr Harding," John said as he clambered into the backseat behind the unconscious boy. Donald Genarro had barely taken his seat beside Hammond before the driver got in tearing off down the path.
"I wonder what happened to the kid?" Ian asked as they got in the second jeep.
"I would hazard a guess he was lost at sea," Alan said as he picked up a discarded lifejacket from the ground before climbing in the backseat next to Malcolm.
"Diaz alquiler de barcos, Costa Rica," Ian read off the back of the life jacket.
"You think he was washed up here from Costa Rica?" Ellie said looking surprised
"That would be my guess," Alan nodded as the driver put the Jeep into gear and followed the same path as the other one, though driving at a much more relaxed pace.
Infirmary, Isla Nublar
Harry groaned as he slowly regained consciousness, he felt quite comfortable, the place he was at was cool and he could feel a soft mattress underneath him.
"You awake, kid?" A voice asked making Harry open his eyes to see a worried-looking man with dark hair looking down at him.
"Y-yeah," Harry croaked as he sat up noticing the skin in his arms pulling painfully tight.
"Here drink this but do it slowly," the man instructed offering him a disposable cup with a straw sticking out of the top.
Harry took the styrofoam cup and clumsily brought the straw to his lips drinking lukewarm water, this was the first water he had drank in days. Harry drank greedily draining the cup quickly, the water tasting amazing after two days of painful thirst.
"Slow down, you'll make yourself sick," The man said before gently pulling the cup away.
"Wh-where am I?" Harry asked looking at the cup longingly.
"Isla Nublar, Monte said they found you passed out on the ground by the helicopter pad," The man explained as he took the cup to the sink and filled it back up.
"I have no idea where that is," Harry sighed as he noticed a rubber tube attached to the crook of his elbow that ran up to a clear bag hanging on a rack beside the bed he was sitting on.
"It's an Island about a hundred and twenty miles west of Costa Rica" the doctor explained.
"I drifted a hundred miles out to sea?" Harry asked more to himself than the man beside him.
"Yeah I guess you did," The doctor shrugged.
"What is this, anyway?" Harry asked indicating the tube in his arm.
"That's an I.V, you were very dehydrated when you showed up, I'm Dr Harding by the way," the doctor said introducing himself.
"Pleasure to meet you, I'm Harry Potter," Harry answered as he noticed a coolness radiating from the point in his arm where the I.V was attached.
"So how did you get here?" Harding asked in a tone that suggested he had been dying to ask.
"My uncle pushed me out of the boat not far off of the Costa Rican coast. I've been floating around for the past two days," Harry answered as he took the cup of water Harding offered him again drinking much slower so the man wouldn't take it away.
"He pushed you out of the boat?" Harding said in an incredulous tone.
"Yeah, they are probably having the time of their lives without me underfoot," Harry shrugged.
"I treated your sunburn the best I could though it is still going to be painful for a few days," Harding said at a loss for what to say about the kid's uncle pushing him into the ocean and leaving him there.
"Thanks, I guess I need to find a way to get back to England," Harry said thoughtfully.
"That will have to wait for a little while, Mr Hammond would like to speak to you as soon as you're able," Harding said as he began removing the I.V from Harry's arm and putting a tiny bandage over the place where he removed the needle.
"Alright but you'll have to guide me there, I'm blind as a bat without my glasses," Harry admitted.
"Glasses huh, you wouldn't happen to know your prescription?" Harding asked hopefully.
"No, I've had them since I was really young and never had a follow-up," Harry answered quietly.
"I might be able to help you out with that, hold on a sec," Harding said before walking over to one of the cabinets and coming back with a tray with eyeglasses lined up in little indentions in the tray.
"Try these out, we keep a few glasses with the common prescriptions in stock, there are quite a few ocularly challenged individuals working in the labs," Harding said with a slight chuckle.
Harry went through the different pairs of glasses trying them on and noticing slight improvement until he got closer to the end where he found a pair that made his vision better than it was with his old glasses.
"These are good," Harry said as the room came into focus noticing how modern the infirmary looked with its stainless steel counters and the many monitors for the different medical tests, most of which Harry didn't recognize.
"You have the same prescription as our lead computer programmer," Dr Hardeing said as he put the tray back in the cabinet.
"This is a really fancy infirmary you've got here," Harry said as he looked around the room.
Harry didn't know much about muggle hospitals but he could tell this one was a tad on the extravagant side. There were three large and well-stocked glass-paned cabinets full of different medical supplies (one whole cabinet was filled with tiny bottles filled with clear liquids. There was a row of mahogany framed beds lining one side of the ward and three large bay windows across from the beds that presented a great view of the jungle in the distance. The floors were made of some type of stone that had little cloured pebbles appearing to float inside the stone itself. The walls looked to be composed of artificial sandstone that was decorated with the outlines of large bones at random places throughout the room. Finally, the entire ceiling was made of crystal clear glass casting the room in bright light reminding him of the great hall of Hogwarts.
"This isn't my infirmary, I'm a veterinarian and I specialize in birds," Harding grinned.
"Oh," Harry said in slight alarm.
"There isn't a medical doctor on the island until we get closer to opening if someone is seriously injured we have to fly them out to the mainland," Harding explained at Harry's look of concern.
"What is this place?" Harry asked curiously.
"Sorry kid, you'll have to talk to Mr Hammond about that. I signed a non-disclosure agreement," Harding shrugged.
"Fine, I guess I'm ready to see Mr Hammond but can I at least get something to eat first?" Harry asked hopefully as his stomach audibly growled.
"Yeah, the group should be in the briefing room by now where they are having lunch delivered," Harding answered offering Harry a hand to help him up.
"That sunburn seems to be healing much quicker than I expected," Harding said as the kid's face seemed to be slowly turning brown when it was an angry pink only two hours ago.
"Still hurts," Harry shrugged as he followed Harding into the hall.
Harry followed Dr Harding through what felt like an endless labyrinth of hallways the walls and floors of the hallways matching what he had seen in the infirmary. Finally, they stepped into a dimly lit room with four men and one woman seated around a conference table, there were flashes of light as a projector flashed different images onto a screen to the right of the group. From the smell in the room, it was obvious that the group was just tucking into lunch and Harry's stomach gave another audible growl.
"Mr Hammond, sorry to interrupt," Dr Harding said announcing his presence so all five of the occupants of the room focused on him and by extension, Harry.
"Ah, the lads up and about I see," A white-haired man with a trimmed beard and a light Scottish accent said cheerfully.
"Yes, this is Harry Potter, he was apparently lost at sea, sir," Dr Harding said gesturing to the teen standing beside him.
"Please to meet you, Mr Hammond," Harry said shyly.
"Ah, someone from my neck of the woods," Hammond said excitedly.
"I'm from Surrey," Harry corrected.
"Well your not a Scot but you'll do, care for a wee spot of lunch?" Hammond asked genially as he gestured to a spot next to the only woman in the room.
"Yea sir, I am starving," Harry said enthusiastically.
"Then by all means join us, would you care for something Gerry?" Hammond asked politely.
"I can't me and Rob have to go check out the trike, it's getting sick again," Dr Harding politely declined.
"Very good, do let me know if you find out anything," Hammond said giving Harding a pointed look.
"Of course, sir," Harding said before stepping out of the room and shutting the door.
"Now Harry let me introduce you, the lovely lady on your left is Dr Elle Sattler a paleobotanist, then we have Dr Alan Grant Paleontologist, Dr Ian Malcom a mathematician, and finally Donald Gennaro attorney at law," Hammond listed off, each person nodding their head as their name and titles were mentioned.
"I'm actually a chaotician but it's still a pleasure," Ian Malcolm corrected, shooting Mr Hammond an annoyed look.
Idly noticed he was dressed in all black and his dark black hair was on the longer side, Harry pushed the thought that this was how Snape would dress from his mind as the man's attitude was the direct opposite of his detestable potions professor.
"Pleased to meet you all, I am Harry Potter," Harry said lamely as a plate and a glass of water were set in front of him by an older man in a server's uniform.
"So how did you end up all the way out here?" Dr Grant asked looking at him with an unreadable expression on his face.
The man who kind of struck him as a cowboy, with his cowboy hat and the weathered appearance of his tan skin, Dr Grant was definitely a man who spent a lot of time outdoors.
"My uncle tossed me off of the boat we rented," Harry answered honestly as he tucked into the plate of food trying to eat as slowly as he could.
"He threw you off the boat?" Dr Saddler asked incredulously.
"Yeah, my relatives never liked me very much, I guess they hoped I would be lost at sea," Harry shrugged as he cleaned his plate of what he assumed was fish and vegetables but as hungry as he was he couldn't care less what it was.
"So how long were you at sea?" Dr Sattler asked looking a bit at a loss for what to say.
Harry couldn't help but notice Dr Sattler was a very attractive woman, she was in her mid-twenties, her long blonde hair was put up in a ponytail, and her blue eyes were focused on him. Harry could actually feel his face heat up as soon as he turned to look at her.
"T-two days, I tried swimming east toward Costa Rica but the currents kept pulling me further out to sea," Harry answered as he drank the glass of water not noticing Mr Hammond refilling his glass when he turned to look back at Dr Sattler.
"There will be a boat leaving for the mainland this evening but we may have to hold off until after the weekend to send you back," Mr Hammond said thoughtfully pulling Harry's attention away from the woman beside him.
"Why the wait?" Harry asked in confusion.
"Because I am not sending a child back into a strange country with no one to look after him," Mr Hammond answered as a man came into the room and whispered something into Hammonds' ear.
"Excellent, I'll be down momentarily," Hammond said to his associate before turning back to Harry.
"Now since you're here, you might as well make yourself useful," Mr Hammond said matter of factly.
"What do you mean, sir?" Harry asked unsure where this was going.
"I have gathered a panel of experts to assess my park but children are my target audience, I think it would do you some good to tag along on the tour unless you are feeling too unwell?" Hammond explained, there was an excitement in his voice that was almost infectious.
"What kind of tour?" Harry asked his interest peaked.
"A tour like you would believe, kid," Mr Gennero chuckled, speaking up for the first time since Harry arrived.
"Sounds okay I guess?" intrigued by what had the solicitor looking so excited.
"Then follow me, I have two more for the tour and like Mr Potter here they are both closer in age to my intended audience," Hammond said as he got up from his chair clutching a straight cane with some type of orange-coloured gem set on one end.
Harry followed the group of adults hanging back as they walked down another set of hallways before the group stepped onto a staircase leading into a massive entrance hall that reminded Harry of field trips he had taken to the museum in primary school. There were two displays he recognised instantly.
There was a standing skeleton of a tyrannosaurus rex and another of a triceratops filling the centre of the hall. Harry looked around the chamber as the descended the steps noticing all of the displays devoted to dinosaurs.
Harry noticed at the foot of the stairs that Mr Hammond was set upon by two children a boy and a girl. The boy looked to be about nine or ten pretty skin with brown hair, the girl was blonde and looked to be pretty close to his age.
Harry couldn't help but grin as Mr Hammond doted on them for a minute before leading the group outside.
Harry watched as a pair of green SUVs pulled up with no one seeming to be operating them. Harry tuned out Mr Hammond explaining the cars were driverless and worked similar to a subway train, drawing power from the track in the middle of the roadway.
Harry took a seat in the back of the first car enjoying the feel of the cool leather seat on his sunburn. After stretching out, Harry noticed something in his pocket pressing into his leg. Reaching into his pocket his fingers glided over the smooth wood of his holly and phoenix feather wand and felt like kicking himself.
He had completely forgotten he had it in his pocket the entire time he was in the ocean! Though admittedly he couldn't think of a spell that he had learned in his two years at Hogwarts that would have improved his situation very much but he was still highly upset with himself that he hadn't even considered using magic the entire time he was stranded at sea!
Harry was pulled from his thoughts as Mr Gennaro took a seat in the front passenger seat completely ignoring Harry's presence as he took a file from his briefcase and began looking it over while mumbling "we're going to be rich," under his breath.
Not long after Harry saw Mr Hammond hurrying into the visitor's centre the other rear passenger door opened and the girl got into the car sitting in the seat beside him.
"Hi, I'm Lex, Lex Murphy," The girl said looking at Harry expectantly.
"Hey, I'm Harry," Harry replied offering her his hand.
The front door opened again and the boy climbed into the driver's seat looking ecstatic.
"I can't wait to get into the park!" The boy said reminding Harry eerily of Colin Creevey.
"Calm down, Timmy and don't break anything," Lex sighed as the car began to move.
"You calm down, we're going to finally see dinosaurs!" The boy who Harry knew was named Timmy exclaimed happily.
"Is that a CD-ROM?" Lex asked in interest as a picture of a tyrannosaurs skull with a white backdrop appeared on the tiny screen.
Harry stayed quiet as the siblings argued back and forth, the car moving down a jungle road with thick palms and tall ferns covering either side of the road. He heard the boy say something about dinosaurs but there couldn't possibly be real dinosaurs on the island, could there?
Harry vaguely could remember learning that dinosaurs had become extinct millions of years ago so he doubted they would see real dinosaurs. Though all of the things he had seen so far suggested that this place was focused on dinosaurs. So he supposed it was possible that they were going to see a bunch of robotic dinosaurs or something.
Harry couldn't contain his own curiosity a voice issued from the car's centre console as they approached a gate that easily dwarfed the doors to Hogwarts' entrance hall.
"Welcome to Jurassic Park," the deep male voice issued from the console as the doors opened of their own accord.
'This should be interesting,' Harry thought idly as the car entered the park, the excitement of the other occupants of the car starting to rub off on him.