A wizard, who appeared to be in his mid twenties made his way through the jungle.
Even at this late hour it was alive with noise, full of life. The man stepped carefully over fallen trees, around bushes, under leaf laden branches. His bright red robes were unnatural to the colors of the jungle, even now becoming muted with the fading sunlight.
He morphed into a panther and in this dark form he quietly continues on his way through the jungle. He had received one of his lovely visions earlier that night, and hadn't had time to call for help before setting out; Only enough time to pack what he might need, send a few letters, secure his home, and be on his way.
He didn't mind going solo all that much nowadays, regardless of the odds. He'd spent too much time fighting in his lifetime to pay much heed to fear.
Voldemort was long dead; The Coalition was more or less defeated. That had not been the end of it though; Decades later, dark forces still moved about in the undercurrents of the world.
In his vision, or rather right now, a group of dark wizards was planning to go into the past. How they were planning to do it without a time turner was beyond him -not that one would do them much good. Time turners only went so far back... Though that was enough sometimes. The world had discovered that in the temporal war. Depending on your point of view it had been either excruciatingly long, and shockingly brief.
When he came into view of the unnatural clearing, he paused and took measure of the situation. If he hadn't been a panther, his eyebrows would have risen. There were wizards from more than five countries there, and they were already in the middle of whatever it was that they were doing.
As he saw a shimmering portal open he mentally cursed. No time at all.
He became the dark haired wizard again and dropped his backpack at the bade of a tall tree.
Ron would call him nutters if he were still alive.
He took off running forward.
He rapidly shot the killing curse at the wizard about to enter the portal, striking him down. Normally he wouldn't be so quick to use that, but he recognized that wizard -and some people just deserved what they got.
Honestly though, he couldn't risk the wizard blocking The curse. Unlike in the past, it was possible.
The gathered wizards were startled into movement. Some spun around trying to locate their attacker, others ducked to avoid getting hit. Some had no choice but to continue chanting.
He swerved left, behind a tree, to avoid some nasty curses and hexes.
He did not have time to hide however, so he continued running. He caste his own curses on the way, most hitting their mark.
He took out a grenade and caste it toward the main group of the wizards, intending to stop the spell one way or another. Tampering with the past was damned hard to fix. He ducked behind a cabin, obviously magically enlarged, as it was ridiculously small on the outside.
The explosion ripped through them. The shadow from the cabin seemed darker against the light the explosion cast on his surroundings. The chanting stopped, replaced by screams. Sometimes, muggle weapons were indeed useful.
His attention moved back to the portal just in time to caste a charm. The three running for it bounced backwards a few feet away from their goal, falling unconscious.
Harry ran forward now, next to the portal. Most of the wizards had run off and apparated, not wanting to be caught. They didn't know how many wizards were attacking. Some of them just recognized who they were fighting. Reputation had it's uses.
He pocketed his wand after stunning a few of the injured, and caste a shielding charm around himself –a useful bit a wandless magic he could perform. He looked at the portal and whistled. It really was an amazing bit of magic –but how was he to shut it down?
"Potter, damn you." He spun around when he heard his name. A woman, in her thirties, stood not far away with her wand pointed at him.
"So you're the master mind." He knew her –a damned powerful witch with the mind to match. Not unlike Hermione had been. "The past is the past. Let it go."
"No. This my only chance."
He expected her to foolishly begin cursing him, but she just stood there. "You didn't think I'd forget about your damned visions or contacts, did you? The most powerful wizard in the world right now. I probably couldn't get past your shielding charm no matter what spell I tried."
He made the mistake of relaxing slightly. She noticed. She whipped a gun out of her robes and fired away.
He dodged sideways, having developed quick reflexes over the years. But as fast as he was, the gun was faster. She just kept firing steadily moving the gun after him.
He felt pain rip through his arm, then his stomach. While he had been subjected to torture, that fact didn't stop him from being phased by such sudden and intense pain.
He stumbled.
Backwards.
Into the portal.
Energy ripped through him. He felt displaced, dislocated, ejected, not really there, wherever there was. Then he impacted with something hard, which he recognized as the ground from so many similar experiences during Quidditch matches, right before he lost the fight to stay concious.
