The Pivotal Five

Summary: Five great stories come together in an epic imbalance that sets the world of fantasy on its side. Each people from each story must learn to put their differences aside and work together to save their own world, and the world of reality.

Last Episode: Jack lost crew, and Elizabeth and Will's daughter went off.

Chapter 2: The Letter to No One in Particular

"Come on, you can do better than that!"

Harry Potter shook out of a dream. His eyes were wide and teary as he tried to slow his breathing. After a few minutes, he shook his head to rid himself of the horror of the dream. It always was the same dream. It contained the last words of people Harry thought he had caused the deaths of.

After he learned of the prophecy, he realized that it had been his fault his parents died. If he hadn't been born, his parents would still be alive. If he didn't have a saving people thing Sirius would still be alive. If he had listened to Cedric and take the cup himself, Cedric would still be alive. So many lives cut short because of him. The only reason Harry didn't take his own life was because, if he did, a lot more innocents would die. It really stunk to be the world's only savior.

Harry's summer was about as bad as his last one. No one told him anything except not to send letters by Hedwig. His anger was contained this summer, though. He understood why, now.

Harry let out a giant yawn as he looked at his alarm clock. The time read 7:30 AM, and he groaned as he realized that he had missed breakfast. Breakfast at the Dursleys was religiously planned. All cooking was finished at 7, at which time, the three of them, and Harry if he managed to get up in time, gathered at the table and ate. At 7:15, breakfast was put away, and cleaned up. This was usually done by Harry. He didn't feel like stale cake or candy. His stomach growled for real food.

His eyes barely stayed open as he stumbled to the bathroom right next to his room. He clumsily washed his face and brushed his teeth. His eyes still half-closed, he made his way down the stairs.

"Boy!" Vernon Dursley barked.

"Eh?" was the closest thing to 'yes,' as he could manage.

"You've got mail," he said tersely.

Still too tired to be rightly confused, he took the box from his uncle and went back upstairs to open it. He reached his room and opened the letter, which was addressed to 'Potter, wherever he/she may be,' and the date was fifteen years ago. 'Odd,' thought Harry, fully awake, now, 'I didn't know things could take fifteen years to get to their destination.'

'Dear Lily, James, Harry, or Jackie (depending on the gender of their baby),

If you get this, that means I'm dead somehow. Sad, isn't it? In this package is a very old family heirloom. My great-great-great-great-great grandparents loved to meddle with time, so they created this. Instead of a time machine, as they would have liked, it is more of a dimension machine. Alas, it is only a fifth of the whole thing. The other four pieces were sent off to worlds that are different from ours. You may never find the other four.

I'm telling you of this in case of the probable destruction of the Green Flame Torch of Salazar Slytherin. Do not extinguish it! When my ancestors built this machine, they linked it to five objects. A few of which hadn't even been created, yet, in any world. If you ruin the Green Flame Torch, all five worlds will be thrown together, and all of the grievances of their world would be upon us, not to mention Voldemort would be unleashed into their worlds. And I'm not quite sure how to right things should this happen.

Here is the fifth piece with a golden sphere. Do not lose the sphere. It is very important. If you lose it, and the Green Flame Torch is destroyed, and that sphere disintegrates, and is not counted, things can not be put right again, which means the annihilation of all the worlds. Not just our own.

I miss you! I'm sure I knew you, if you were a child of James and Lily, and I probably told you that you look exactly like James or Lily, or both. James, mate, heed this; do not just throw it aside. Lily, you would know what to do. I always could trust you.

From,

Sirius Black'

Harry tore his eyes from the paper, wiping them with his sleeve. He opened the box to see a very weird piece of black metal. It was in the shape of a rhombus, but the bottom half was not the same size as the top half. The top half had a very sharp point, and there was a circular indentation in it. Harry looked inside the box again and found a ball that looked a bit like a snitch with no wings. It was bright and gold in color, and, if it was as old as Sirius had said, it shouldn't be that clean. Harry put the ball into the groove on the piece of metal. It was as though molten gold was pouring from the sphere, through the crevices, to the end point at the bottom. There, it exploded into grand sparks, and Harry knew something wasn't as it should be. He took the sphere out, and the molten gold disappeared, leaving an aura, that accentuated magic, around the room.

In the upcoming weeks, he told no one of this strange occurrence, the metal piece safely hidden in his room. He knew better then to mess with mysterious objects in the wizarding world, especially those coming from number 12, Grimmauld Place.

About a week from September 1st, he got a letter from the Order. They were to pick him up in a ministry vehicle and take him to Platform 9 3/4. This would be the first summer Harry had spent completely with the Dursleys since he started Hogwarts. He didn't complain as he realized why he had to stay there. When Harry packed, he made sure he put the piece of metal and the sphere in his trunk, hidden with his sneakascope.  The day came when the Order picked up Harry. There were four of them; Remus, with his comforting smile, Tonks, with her clumsy antics, Shacklebolt, with his booming voice, and Moody, with his roving eye. Harry boarded the train without incidence. He was glad to be going back home.

(A/N: No reviews! O ok, so I'm doing this for nothing, whatever. Hope anybody who reads this likes it. It's kind of starting slow, I know, but let me get all the stories in here before the action starts. Bye!)