Title:Hybrid
Author name:Icy Manipulator
Author Category:
Keywords:Harry Phoenix

Rating:R

Summary:Let's leave Harry to burn for a bit and take a glance at what other things are happening.

DISCLAIMER:

This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, Del Rey and Randomhouse, and Warner Bros., Inc, No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

I do not have enough faith to be an Atheist.

-Frank Turek

Chapter 1- Whispers

…As the Seventh Month Dies…

Ottery St. Catchpole.

The light of the pale moon fell softly upon the sleepers' face. And as it fell it gave glimpse to the slow change that was occurring, as once what would be called cute slowly changed and matured. Even her body grew out the baby fat until finally as the dead of night fell way to dawn, a woman was reborn.

In another part of the same town, a young woman was awake a she stared at the same pale moon. She was different to most in her own detached way. Most if not all who would look at her wouldn't even take a second glance and those who do would most probably stay away as far as possible as they snickered at her strange ways.

But, in the scheme of things, this was good. For none but a few would ever really know the real Luna or the power, her curse she would say, that was bestowed on her the night her mother died.

As the moon straddles the earth in her pale reflected light, showing the same face for all to see, so too is Luna, who straddles the vast probabilities of the 'what if's'. A child outside of time and space yet trapped in every world in which she exists.

"So…" she whispers to her namesake. "It has begun here too."

#12 Grimmauld Place

The meeting had started well enough as with any of the orders' meetings. The difference however, was the number of attendees present. It would seem that a general assembly of the entire Order had been called. This was reflected in the veritable size of the hall in which they met. The only ones not accounted for where those on special missions and in itself meant only that they were on 'Potter Guard duty'.

New members had been invested, as well as a general status report had been given with regards to the war effort. With these done, it was well past midnight when Dumbledore steered the meeting into the subject which was beyond a doubt to everyone, the very reason this meeting was called, The Chosen One - Harry Potter.

"As you are all in no doubt aware…" the wizened wizard began. "Today marks Harry's seventeenth birthday and with this comes his coming of age." He then paused for effect. Whatever else he is, Dumbledore was a master of drama.

A slight murmur sounded through what he fondly refers to as the 'sheep'. Some of those who knew Harry were of a mind that this introduction could be Harry's nomination to the Order, while most just waited patiently for the headmaster to continue.

A very small and select few however, knew of the real reason. It was time for the wars' most potent, if not only, sure weapon to be unveiled.

An hour later…

Her hair cycled from its usual hot pink to lime green and a myriad of other hues. A normal occurrence if you happened to be both angry and a metamorphagus, which is what one Nymphadora Tonks actually is.

The man beside her didn't notice though. He couldn't believe that something like this had been hidden from him, by his best friends even. His fisted hand clenched in indignation at the immorality of it all. As he knew what it was like to be considered non-human… But this! These people are talking about a living, breathing entity as it were a quaffle… a thing… and this was Harry! A boy he had cared for as a son… and ever since Sirius' death…

And that was just another thing, Sirius could still be alive, if what Dumbledore said was true… and more, James and Lily … he couldn't even begin to comprehend.

What surprised him though, as a nudge and a nodded head from Tonks indicated a direction to look at, was the sort of division among the Weasely family. He noticed the tensed stance between two groups, the Twins and surprisingly Percy in one, the rest on the other. He had assumed when Dumbledore said that the Weasleys' knew, it was all of them. Clearly it was not the case. Ofcourse, there was also the youngest, Ginny, who was ofcourse absent.

Tonks and Remus' scrutiny did not go unnoticed however as the trio saw him and gave a nod in understanding. No matter what they would stand with Harry!

Dumbledore weighed and calculated the odds of the nights' revelation. The clock was ticking and he would need the support of an even dozen to perform the required programming ritual that would, in a word, fully activate and control HAR-E. He shook his head; it wouldn't do to think of Harry as a young 'man' anymore.

He continued his scan of his 'flock' and catalogued those that were surely with him and those against. Those undecided, can be dealt with later. But the choices now, where much more important. The bedlam continued and he allowed it so. Voices of arguments in various corners of the hall as people heatedly defended their side of logic.

It was when he had just gazed at a large group with Remus , ready to leave by the looks of it, that the meeting hall's doors opened to admit an exhausted looking Alastor Moody.

The din quieted as he reported in gasping breaths.

"The boy's gone Dumbledore, we managed to bring the muggles out of the house… But the fire… it was magically induced…. there was no stopping it… it consumed everything…"

An Undisclosed Location

The Dark Lord, Voldemort, stared at the starry sky. He knew of the importance of today, the 31st of July.

He knew what the boy is and he had hoped that he could turn him to his way of thinking. But then again, the underlying instincts, the programming, was just too hard to deny as was his primary directive, which was to survive at all cost.

It was these that caused him to attempt to terminate, once news had reached him, the weapon developed against him. It was in hindsight that he realized his mistake. A mistake that almost caused him his 'life'. It was well and good that his creator had envisioned his use as the ultimate soldier. Like a video game character that has multiple lives that could continue if defeated at a level, so did he in a way have seven… no, six lives left to help him continue. But this was not enough for Lord Voldemort. While the self preservation routine in his core program, granted him the cunning and resourcefulness to do so, unlike earlier versions that would throw themselves into the line of fire to reach an objective, the inherent flaw was that death was something he could not accept. From as early as he could remember, everything he was told to do, whether wanted or not, was on pain of death to ensure his cooperation. Logic dictates that he could and should do the same to those who would defy his will.

But first he needed immortality and the total annihilation of all those who stand in his way.

So here he has returned to the place of his 'birth' and 'rebirth'. His minions gathered in the lab and research rooms in an attempt to recreate more of his extra lives or better yet a way to make it permanent.

TBC

AN Wow, can't believe the Prologue got that much of a response. Well, here's another chapter of Hybrid. I hoped I opened up more insight into this 'new AU Harry World' where everything is REALLY, Really, really not what it seems.

Answers to the gods of writers or review answers:

Bukama Stealth : RE: wings and Physiological changes. I won't go with the Cliché. ;-)

T.E.N. : Welcome to another of my fics. It's nice to lay back and make fools of ourselves from time to time. It helps with stress. I love engineering work, well maybe I'm just lucky enough to apply my field of work, aeronautics - specifically aircraft engines, with one of my hobbies – RC Planes. And I heartily agree, Engineers build the world. Why, there's this Engineer that went to Hell and….i'll tell it next time. ;-)

Mighty BoB - I'm glad you like it. Well, the books and most fics play the wizarding world as ignorant fools, but here I'm playing with another general wizarding world trait in the books that I've noticed, which is their arrogance.

AingealBan – Glad I caught it. I hope you liked this chappy.

Jessika Black – thanks for reading and reviewing. I'll try my best, but everything is up in the air right now.

Imgonnadie – I'll try and I hope your pen name does not happen.

DarkPhoenix2500 – I hope I could keep your attention and pray (or better yet spank me in reviews) to keep me off the old, beaten and clichéd paths.

Broadsword- thanks for dropping by. I do hope I could keep it this way and meet the expectation of all the readers.

Enchantedlight- glad you like it and I'll try.

McM15 – Yup that's the point, mysteries will keep cropping up especially after this chapter. ;-) Well, Dumbledore was and is still one of the guys that worked with Project 824B with James and Lily as some of his underlings.

Ocean's Abyss - ;-) all shall be made clear as the chapters' progress.

I'd like to point out that my other fics have not been abandoned and the last few chapters (thankfully) require some tweaks to incorporate this fic into the overall feel of my alternate reality Harry 'verse. I hadn't planned on it, but this was just an outline of one world of several I've created for worlds that would be affected by what Voldemort was doing in Way of the Force. (did that make sense?) But, then One reviewer liked it and asked nicely if I would make it into a full blown fic. See what a little review can do?

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A Different sort of Wizard

Recently one of my friends, a computer wizard, paid me a visit. As we were talking I mentioned that I had recently installed Windows on my PC, I told him how happy I was with this operating system and showed him the Windows CD. Too my astonishment and distress he threw it into my micro-wave oven and turned it on. I was upset because the CD had become precious to me, but he said 'Do not worry, it is unharmed.'

After a few minutes he took the CD out, gave it to me and said 'Take a close look at it.' To my surprise the CD was quite cold and it seemed to have become thicker and heavier than before. At first I could not see anything, but on the inner edge of the central hole I saw an inscription, in lines finer than anything I have ever seen before. The inscription shone piercingly bright, and yet remote, as if out of a great depth:

4F6E65204F5320746F2072756C65207468656D20616C6C2C204F6E65204F5320746F2066696E64207468656D2C0D0A4F6E65204F5320746F206272696E67207468656D20616C6C20616E6420696E20746865206461726B6E6573732062696E64207468656D

'I cannot read the fiery letters,' I said.

'No,' he said, 'but I can. The letters are Hex, of an ancient mode, but the language is that of Microsoft, which I shall not utter here. But in common English this is what it says"

'One OS to rule them all, One OS to find them, One OS to bring them all and in the darkness bind them..."