DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything in this story besides the great and super and/ or uber powerful Dnomyar! I also own the universe. Or, actually I did, but it was stolen by Count Olaf. Then Sunny bit it in half. I cried for a week afterwards. Some good news though, soon, I'll own Sunny, and then… then I'll get my revenge!
EARTH, New Orleans, June 16th 4:05 P.M.
"Are all of the systems ready?", asked a general. He was safely indoors at the command helm, that means, of course, that he was commanding something.
"Yes sir, all systems are ready.", replied a soldier. The soldier, however, was on the front lines. Which was really rather unfortunate.
It had been about two hours since the 'Big Bangs' that had taken place, so many explosions, and those who weren't affected by the gas were either dead, or having to fight them off all by themselves. Currently, a former member of the Justice League was attacking New Orleans. I say former because when one mutates into an insane creature, you can hardly expect him to be on a team in which it'd be hard enough to be sane.
"Ha! Y'all can't stop me now!", cried out a huge man riding a huge blue bull. The man was from Texas, where he had called himself the 'Dust Rider'. Now though, due to the mutations caused from the 'Big Bang', he had mutated into a giant, and his horse mutated into a huge blue bull. In fact, he looked rather similar to a popular folk-hero. Which, when you stop and think about, is really, really, ironic.
"On the count of three!", instructed the general, he was sweating, he didn't want to have to do this. He was of course referring to the tanks that were on the battlefield, he really didn't want to authorize such violence. By that, I mean he didn't want anyone to get hurt.
"Here I come!", bellowed the huge man, he shook his large, bearded head and roared.
"One!", counted off the general.
"Die, little men!", bellowed the man, charging towards the army, the general gulped.
"Three, three, three! Shoot damn it!", ordered the general, worried that some of his men might die. The tanks shot, and the giant was brought down, five gaping holes throughout his body. The blood poured out of the giant man's body. Yes, gushed, for these were not merely 'flesh wounds', no, these were life or death wounds, and it seemed as if they were most definitely the latter choice.
"Holy….", whispered the general in horror, he hadn't meant to kill the man, he clenched his fists in anger. That was exactly what he hadn't wanted to happen..
"Argh… curse y'all!", groaned the dying giant. He fell forwards, rippling the street.
"Men… men, clear the b-body.", ordered the green general, he had hardly expected this sort of thing to happen. He quickly left the control center to contact the Justice League, he would have to explain his actions, and to be perfectly honest, he had a perfect reason..
He walked past the recreational room and saw that the television was on. He stepped in the room to watch for a minute.
The newscaster was speaking monotonously, "And it seems that all over the world, hidden occult groups calling themselves 'wizards' are emerging from their hiding places. General Hebert is calling for war against these 'illegally' hidden citizens. He also is campaigning for a war against the newly arrived denizens from the so-called 'alternate dimensions'. About half of the U.N. agrees with him, as these newly arrived 'people' have been up to mischief since they've been here.
"There are those however, who have protested such a war. They claim that there must be a reason for such happenings.
"In other news, the recent explosions of gas all over the world has yet to be identified, but viewers are to be cautioned, the gas is highly unpredictable, some have died, while others have mutated into sickly beings. Even more still have developed 'super powers'.
"And when we come back-", continued the newscaster, the general stopped listening and walked on to the communication room, lost deep in thought.
CENTER of the EARTH, June 16th 4:15 P.M.
She ran, faster than she had ever ran before. She was lost, tired, and confused. One minute she had been dead, the next, well, the minute she was running for her life. She wasn't even sure of her name anymore.
T… Ty… Te… Ta…. No, she had no idea who she was.
She was traveling fast though, rushing through the earth. She called it running, because it was similar to running. It wasn't running, because she seemed to slip right through the earth. She was one with the earth.
She didn't know why she was alive, she had suddenly awoken, barely minutes before. She had flashes of memories, but that was it- colors! Red lights! A large object! She was confused by the images, as they didn't provide her with any useful information.
She slipped through the rocks, not heading in any particular direction, but then she sensed it. She wasn't sure what 'it' was, but she certainly intended to find out. She slipped upwards, away from the edge of the earth. She actually moved quite quickly, and she was there within minutes.
She felt the waves of magic come from the object, so she took it, she took one of the Mirari copies and ran with it. Again, when I say 'ran', I of course, mean slipped through the cracks of the earth. She went back to her personal lair, her home, with the Mirari copy in tow.
ENGLAND, five miles from Surrey, June 16th 7:36 P.M.?
Harry woke with a groan. He stood and gasped at the large pain he felt in his legs. Great, he thought, broken legs. Instead, he started to fly, not much, just enough so he wouldn't have to walk anywhere.
Then it hit him, Pan! He looked anxiously around for her, but he was unable to locate her. He then focused his eyes on his surroundings. He gasped in shock. No way, he thought, no freakin' way!
It was a huge statue of himself! He looked at the base of the statue and read the plaque. It read:
In honor of The-Boy-Who-Saved-The-Earth. Harry James Potter, born a hero, died a hero. We must never forget his sacrifice, for only he was able to prevent the destruction of the Mecha-Tree, source of life.
Harry just gaped at it. Suddenly, it flickered, and disappeared. He looked around in bewilderment, wondering where it had gone. He started walking… walking? He looked down, and sure enough, his legs were healed. He looked around, thoroughly confused. He continued walking in the direction he was facing.
ENGLAND, London- Outside of London, June 16th 9:38 P.M.
The Harry Potter Search Party woke up. They did not know why they had fallen asleep, only that they had not wanted to. They tried to remember why they had fallen asleep.
"I'm not sure… I think… I think there was… a purple mist….", replied Tonks.
"Aye, I'm sure that there was.", grunted Mad-Eye Moody.
"Well, whatever it was, it does not excuse us for sleeping on the job!", snapped McGonagall.
"Don't need to yell at me!", protested Tonks, upset that McGonagall would be so upset to actually scold them!
"I-I apologize, I'm just upset that we fell asleep for no apparent reason.", replied an abashed McGonagall.
"We didn't fall asleep for 'no reason'. See this light layer of purple dust? It put us to sleep, of that I'm certain. I would however, like to know why I can see much better than I could before?", asked Snape, who could indeed see much better. He could see the trees way off in the distant.
"What d'you mean?", Tonks asked, curious to know what he thought.
"I'm not sure….", he replied vaguely.
Tonks stood up and she toppled straight over. "What the…?", she wondered. She stood, much slowly this time. She moved her arm up and down, except, to Moody and McGonagall it seemed as if the arm stayed still. Snape and Tonks saw that it moved incredibly fast. "Whoa!", she gasped.
"Whoa? Whoa what?", wondered McGonagall.
"My arm! Can't you see? It's a blur!", replied the shocked Tonks.
"Right," replied McGonagall replied tersely, "We need to get going now."
"Indeed.", agreed Mad-Eye Moody, standing on his peg-leg.
And so the group began to move again, Tonks moving very slowly, to talk with Snape.
"So, do you have any theories?", she asked straight away. He shook his head in negative. "Oh.", she responded, clearly disappointed.
"I'm not a genius, you know.", replied Snape snidely.
"I know, I was just hoping….", she replied gloomily, Snape didn't reply, he had no idea how to deal with a female, even one that was clearly upset. He just gulped nervously, composed himself, put on his sneer and continued on.
Mad-Eye Moody had of course, witnessed the entire scene, much to his own amusement.
ENGLAND- Forbidden Forest, June 16th 10:53 P.M.
Link walked carefully through the forest, not quite sure where he was at. He had fought several giant spiders, and about thirty centaurs were knocked unconscious. Link carried his sword carefully, ready to strike at any moment. He carried his shield almost carelessly, but if you looked closely you could tell he could move it in an instant.
Another acromantula wave poured from the dark trees, and this time Link had a rough time taking care of them all. He had noticed, ever since he had reawakened, his strength had increased dramatically.
He lunged quickly at the largest group, killing two, but the rest quickly escaped. Another one jumped at him, while another shot a silky substance at him. Link used his Mirror Shield to reflect the web back at the spider, at the same time, he sliced the jumping acromantula. Link then jumped, striking the web-covered spider.
The remaining spiders fled, but not before Link shot a few with his arrows. Link felt as if he should be tired, which, technically, he should be. Due to the 'Big Bang' gas though, he was barely even winded.
Link didn't know what to do though, he'd been trapped in this forest for quite a long time, and he didn't quite know which way was out, indeed, he didn't even know if he was heading the right way or not. When he thought of the Lost Woods he realized that this place truly was a maze.
ENGLAND, June 16th 11:22 P.M.
Ron didn't know what to do. He was flying! And he didn't know how to land! After his 'nap', which was induced by the 'Big Bang', he had grown wings, which he quickly figured out to use, in order to find Hermione much more quickly. Unfortunately, he didn't know how to land. So now he was stuck in the sky, unable to sleep, and all because of Harry.
So, as he drifted, he thought. Normally, Ronald Bilius Weasley didn't think, it was much easier not to. If there was a problem he'd just try and get past it, no thinking involved. Now though, now it was not a good time to think, so that's what he did. It just sort of happened. He thought of Transmogrification, the laws of alchemy, he thought of his odd feeling he got whenever he was around a girl, and he even thought of Harry's study of alternate dimensions.
At the thought of Harry, Ron got a bit angry. How dare he leave like that! It's all his fault that Hermione is lost! Then he faltered, he knew that it wasn't truly Harry's fault. It was all You-Know-Who's fault! Yes, someday, someday You-Know-Who will pay! Ron would make sure of that.
Ron had been descending so he had to flap his wings to get higher, but he was soon able to relax them, gliding along with the currents. That brought him to another question, just how did he know how to fly? The knowledge had just seemed to come naturally, which, while really cool, left him to wonder just how it was done.
He supposed it could be a wandless spell, but he didn't cast any spell, accidental, or purposeful. So his thinking only caused him to become even more confused, which, of course is not good. Because, like I had said earlier, Ron tries not to think, and all of this thinking was snowballing and if Ron doesn't watch it, his inner genius might show….