Chapter Thirty-Three: Residency

November 2nd, 1998 | Raccoon City, Missouri

Harry Potter sat in his living room. Or the one he remembered residing in when he lived in Raccoon City all those years ago. He regretted not moving in with Claire, but she was gone now and he was forced to watch another him spend time with her. 'You can't be jealous of yourself' Harry told himself. This Harry Potter had done nothing wrong by being with Claire. And Harry couldn't necessarily do anything about it. He hadn't seen Claire in thirteen years. It was as if he had gone back in time because he had. Harry sat on the living room couch next to Jill Valentine with Leon and Kendo sitting on the couch opposite, his eyes on Young-Harry - Harry decided to call him 'Harrison' for his old cover name - and Claire, who was standing in the kitchen talking while making dinner.

Jill seemed unwilling to start a conversation and Harry was thankful. He had missed Jill just as much as he had missed Claire. She had been the first person to see him as a human being after his time at Umbrella, and the two had been quite close before he disappeared to Romania. But she didn't know him. None of them did. While he knew them as well as they knew themselves - if not better - he was now a stranger among them. Harry was a stranger while his younger self...he was their friend. Their colleague. Harry was nothing more than a distant traveler who resembled their friend. He longed for the past he never had. He longed for the excitement that it had once brought him, fighting against zombies and bioweapons.

Kendo spoke first. "So...you're from the future,"

"Sure,"

"Sure?"

"Not your future. A different universe's future,"

"Right...that's...weird,"

"Not really," Harry shrugged.

"What's it like there?" Jill asked.

"Not good," Harry replied. "We're at war with the Voldemort from my home universe. He's leading a few hundred other Voldemorts while commanding millions of Death Eaters to Earth. I'm trying to kill him before I ever go through the Veil. If I do that then he'll never come into power. No Supreme Voldemort? No invasion,"

"That's smart," Leon commented.

"Yeah,"

"So you...disappeared. Today," Claire spoke from the kitchen.

"Yes. We were attacked by the U.S Army and I lost control. I didn't have an anchor and I couldn't control myself. So I apparated to the first safe place I could think of...wherever Sirius was. I found him, but he was different. He'd been brainwashed. Forced under the leadership of a cult leader named Mother Miranda. He gave me to her as some sort of offering. Forced me to have sex with her to give her a baby. A vessel that would bring back her dead daughter. In return I gained a new power," Harry held out his hand, black mist rising to form a flame. They all stopped to examine it before he took it away. Harrison seemed distraught, no doubt unsure how to process Sirius' betrayal. "I was in the midst...of an affair-" Claire raised an eyebrow at this. "-when I was murdered by a Grim Reaper,"

"A Grim Reaper?"

"An affair?"

Claire and Leon exchanged a look before Leon leaned back, dispelling his question and opting for an answer to Claire's. Harry signed. "It was a few weeks after I arrived in Romania. I was exhausted in my search for a way back to my home dimension, I was distressed after what happened with Mother Miranda, and I had no one to confide in after Sirius' betrayal. I was seduced by Alcina Dimitrescu and her three daughters and we..." Harry sighed, rubbing his neck awkwardly after seeing the hurt expression on Claire's face. "I've regretted it ever since. But I never had the chance to apologize. I was murdered by a Grim Reaper and delivered to The Watcher. A Multiversal being tasked to observe the Multiverse and to never intervene,"

"But my mere presence in this universe-" He motioned to the floor. "-changed everything. It destroyed several other universes while bringing life to others, breaking the old balance. The Watcher intervened and pulled me out, determined to stop the infection of my existence from spreading. But I escaped and crashed into my current universe. I was in a malnourished version of our thirteen-year-old body. I found refuge with a group of people facing their own crisis against a being far more powerful than them. We defeated it together, and I discovered that remnants of my home universe were alive and well there. Hogwarts. The Ministry. Hermione, Ron, Neville, Ginny, Luna. All of them were there. But...they didn't know me,"

"Doppelgangers," Harrison concluded.

"Indeed. I befriended Hermione first, but I couldn't find any way to connect with Ron, Neville, Ginny, and Luna. Ron and Neville were famous for being the saviors of Hogwarts after slaying Quirrell and the Basilisk together. Ginny was piggybacking off of Ron's fame, and Luna wasn't like she was before. Her mother's death affected her mental state and her magic greatly in our universe. But in my new home, her mother hadn't died. She was a normal girl. So I befriended only Hermione. And we eventually got married with Daphne Greengrass,"

"Wait...hold on. You married Hermione?"

Harry grinned. "Yeah. I know. I thought it was odd when I discovered my feelings for her. But I love her and she loves me. And she loves Daphne, so our situation works,"

"I never thought you would be into polygamy," Jill spoke with a grin towards Harrison.

"I'm not," Harrison replied, trying to assure Claire.

"Well, he's you. So if he's into it so are you," Jill reasoned.

"He's a possible version of me. Not me," Harrison countered.

"He's right. I'm not him and he's not me. But back to the story," Everyone turned their attention back to him. "I knew that what The Watcher said was true. I'm a plague to every universe I visit that isn't my own. So I vowed to make my universe a good one despite my presence. I joined a famous laboratory in America and worked to invent new technologies to bring my world to the future. And once I discovered the magical world and killed Voldemort, I was able to convince the I.C.W that the Statute of Secrecy was unnecessary. After a lot of convincing and a lot of rebellious movements, they repealed the Statute and for the first time in three hundred years, magicals and no-maj worked together,"

"I started my own company I named Marauder Enterprises and used it to build a new future filled with new medicines and technologies. We've found the cure to hundreds of once incurable diseases, found the cure to immortality and instant communication, colonized the Moon, Venus, and Mercury. We've built faster-than-light starships capable of crossing the entire galaxy, and we built a planetary shield that currently protects Earth from outside threats like meteors and solar flares,"

"That's...impressive," Jill spoke.

"Yeah. Would you mind -"

"I have everything saved on my encrypted data chip. I can transfer it to you later," Harry replied. Harrison gave him a grateful smile, something that Harry found odd. Getting a smile from himself. He shrugged it off and focused. "But that progress was halted by Voldemort's First Invasion. It was planned carefully. So carefully that we weren't aware of his presence until the attacks were nearly finished. He attacked all our central strongholds. Hogwarts. The Ministry Building. The Woolworth Building. Azkaban. The ICW Headquarters. The United Nations Headquarters. The only building that remained safe was Marauder Enterprises H.Q. We ended up having to evacuate the planet with the help of our alien friends the Formics. That was a media shitstorm,"

"Voldemort took out two-thirds of the planet's military forces in a week. We were forced to regroup at H.Q and plan a counter-attack. Using the planetary shields, we were able to create a beam of plasma capable of killing all of Voldemort's forces when mixed with the Protego Diabolica curse. It worked, and Earth was saved, but the Second Invasion was too close. We couldn't continue to use plasma beams. It drained too much power and would have been unpractical given that he had millions of Death Eaters ready to send over with each Invasion force. So we had to come up with another plan. Thus, we decided we would go back in time and stop the problem from ever happening,"

"How did that go?" Claire asked.

"Not good. The device I currently wear around my neck was rushed and faulty. It malfunctioned and two-thirds of our invasion force disappeared. My...friend, Eleven. She disappeared alongside Papa Squad. While my friend Alyssa disappeared alongside Tango Squad. Because we were traveling through the Outside, they could have ended up anywhere. In the stone age, the distant future, or an entirely different universe like me. I'm hoping I can get to them soon...before anything happens," Harry explained.

"That would be for the best. We don't want anything to happen to your friends," said Kendo.

"Thanks,"

"Where will you stay while you stay here?" Harrison asked, not so subtly glancing towards Claire.

"You can stay with me if you want," Jill offered with a shrug.

"Is that ok?" Harry asked, turning to Claire.

Harrison didn't seem to object, he understood completely. As did Jill. Claire frowned, but then came to a quite mature conclusion. "You can do whatever you'd like. As you said, you're not my Harry and he's not you. You don't need my permission for anything,"

Harry smiled, nodding gratefully as he turned to Jill. She understood at once and got to her feet. He did as well. "I'm sorry I can't answer more of your questions, but I'm exhausted. If I want to find Eleven and Alyssa, I need to be well-rested. I'll see you all soon," And then he left, following Jill out of the apartment and down the steps. They entered Jill's apartment, and Harry had to admit it looked quite nice. She had carefully set everything up in neat order, ensuring that nothing appeared dirty or out of place. With all of the time she had spent in the S.T.A.R.S Office, Harry wondered just how much time she had to clean her apartment. But with the time she did have, Jill had done a good job.

"I don't remember your place looking so nice before," Harry commented.

Jill smiled. "You never came over more than once or twice. I'm sure Claire would have disapproved," Harry nodded, knowing for a fact that it was true. Claire had been more than a small bit jealous of Harry and Jill's relationship and all of the time the two spent in the S.T.A.R.S Offices together. Yet Harry had never commented. He had only spent less time with Jill and more time with Claire, something he regretted a lot. Jill motioned to the couch. "I don't have a spare bedroom, so I'm afraid the couch is your only option. Unless you like the floor,"

"The couch is fine," Harry laughed, taking a seat on the couch with a sigh. He caught Jill watching him carefully and he smiled. "Thank you, Jill. You've been a big help. Now and...before,"

"I'm glad I could help," Jill replied. She turned to leave but stopped. Inclining her head towards him from over her shoulder, Jill smiled. "I've always liked you, Potter," And then she left. Harry laid back on the couch, his eyes falling on Jill's ceiling. He was deep in thought. Five thoughts specifically. The device around his neck. The rest of the invasion crew. Daphne and Hermione. Claire. And Jill. The first three were the most prominent thoughts, while the other two were quieter in the back of his mind. Harry needed to repair the device as quickly as possible, and find a way to upgrade it to work properly. From there, he would need to find a way to Eleven and Alyssa. He couldn't find them through their philotic connections, so Harry assumed they were quite far and possibly alone. He worried for their safety. Because every second that passed for him could be years for them in another universe. He would need to work quickly.

He thought of Hermione and Daphne. They were being relocated to the Mercury Outpost in fear that Voldemort - who had reached the Luna Outpost a day before the invasion crew departed - would reach them. And then he thought of Claire. She was exactly as he remembered. Her hair. Her eyes. Her smell. All Harry wanted to do was reach out to her. To hold her like he used to. But then another part of him scolded himself for wanting to do that. Not in fear of Daphne or Hermione's reactions - because they had told him more than once that he didn't care what he did with other women - but because Claire wasn't his. Not anymore. She was Harrison's. His Claire was gone. Probably dead or surviving some kind of other crisis.

And then he thought of Jill for the first time in a long time. He thought of all they had gone through together during the events that occurred over a month before. Harry thought of what she had said just then. It made him smile. 'No' Harry told himself. 'You can't afford to get sidetracked. Eleven and Alyssa were lost in the Multiverse. Harry needed to find them before something happened. Before Voldemort won. So he would refrain from acting on his childish feelings for both women. He would focus on the task at hand. The task of saving his people. His world. His life. That was his mission. And Harry would succeed.


November 8th, 1998

Harry Potter sat within Jill Valentine's kitchen, his head buried in papers as he poured over his and Eleven's notes on the device. It hadn't been a problem with the design but had instead been an issue of construction. They had missed several runic arrays in the medallions interior ring, which had thrown off the coordinates of the jump. That seemed to have also caused the cosmic turbulence, which ended in Eleven, Alyssa, and the two Knight Squads getting lost throughout the Multiverse. So Harry started with that runic sequence first, repairing the damage done by his negligence. And then the cascading errors began. The introduction of a new runic sequence messed with the sequences already present, forcing Harry to repair even more pieces of the device.

But with each repair came new errors, forcing Harry into a dilemma. Should he keep trying to repair the broken device that kept on breaking? Or should he opt for creating an entirely new one? After a small talk with Jill, Harry decided he would start from scratch. So for the next six days, Harry worked nonstop to create a brand new runic array that would birth a new device. It seemed to be going well and he had finished the array on his fifth day. On the sixth day, he began to work on the new exterior shell, which would protect the array from damage. It was a larger amulet, which would be attached to his torso by four straps around his waist and shoulders. The plans for the new medallion were complex and difficult, and Harry predicted it would take a day or two to create. A lot of precise time spent on something so small.

"You look exhausted," Jill commented.

"I'm fine," Harry replied, his focus being on welding the back of the runic array to the inside of the backside of the medallion. It was proving to be increasingly difficult given the delicacy of the array, forcing Harry to go as slow as possible. "The array is delicate. If I rush this then I risk messing it up again. It just so happens that I've been working on this for ten hours,"

"So you are tired,"

"Sure,"

"Then go to bed,"

"I can't sleep, Jill. Every minute I spend here could be years for them. I need to get this done as quickly as possible," Harry explained.

"Then let me help," Jill told him.

"Do you know how to weld metal and rocks together? Or how to assemble a medallion using magic?" Jill raised an eyebrow but shook her head. "Then unfortunately there is no help you can give me,"

"Fine, but when you do sleep you can take my bed. The couch is making you grouchy," She joked, moving away before Harry could protest. He sighed, rubbing his eyes in self-annoyance. He shouldn't have been so rude, but there wasn't much that she could do to help him that wouldn't hinder his progress. Harry needed to work alone on this if he wanted to get out of here. So he decided to push Jill from his mind and turn back to his work. He spent the rest of the night working on the medallion before he felt a hand grab his arm. Harry was yanked off of the kitchen table, his feet barely catching the floor as he stumbled to regain his footing. It was Jill. She was dragging him through the living room before tossing him into her bedroom.

He fell onto her bed with a pained groan and felt a sudden weight press down on his torso and waist. It was Jill. Her lips found his in a kiss, and Harry's arms wrapped around her waist to pull her closer. His hand reached down to her ass, squeezing it through her jeans as she moaned. Harry took things one step further, spinning the two over so that he lay over her. Harry placed a kiss on her neck, trailing down to her collarbone. Jill quickly pulled off her t-shirt, revealing the large breasts that sat beneath her black bra. Harry dispelled the bra at once, his mouth engulfing her left nipple while his fingers played with her right. She sighed, her pleasure apparent in the darker shade of blue appearing on her jeans. Harry's lips traveled further down to her jeans, slowly peeling off both them and her black underwear. He examined the best part of her for a moment, before sticking out his tongue to approach it.

"Harry?" Harry's eyes shot open and his head shot up to examine his surroundings. He was still at the kitchen table in Jill's apartment. Harry wasn't in her bed. And he wasn't about to make love to her. A part of him was relieved that it had been nothing but a dream. But another part of him was a bit disappointed that it wasn't real. He shook away that part of his mind and began to focus on a certain limb that had grown beneath the table. With some willpower and occlumency, the problem went away and Harry turned his focus on the voice that had called out to him. It was Jill. She was standing in the doorway to her room, wearing a tight blue t-shirt and short black shorts. Something that didn't help Harry's situation. "You were calling out in your sleep. You said my name,"

Of course, he had. It had been a sexual dream after all. Harry sighed, his voice and composure calm as he addressed her. "I was having an odd dream. One I haven't had in a long time,"

"A nightmare?"

"Yes," Harry replied. It was an obvious lie, but it was necessary to avoid an awkward conversation.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not particularly, no,"

"Ok...are you sure you don't want to take my bed?"

"No. No, I'm fine. Thank you,"

"If you're sure..." Then she left, retreating to her bedroom while Harry watched. When she was gone, he took a deep breath and turned back to the medallion. That had been odd. He hadn't had a dream like that in years, and never one so vivid. Harry shook it from his mind, locking the dream away in his mind so that he could focus on the medallion. With the amount of work he had done so far, he gave it two days before it would be done. That would be a long two days stuck in the same apartment as Jill. But he was a professional and an adult. He could handle it.


November 10th, 1998

Two days had passed and the medallion was complete. His time had been spent solely on the medallion, his secondary focus being to ignore Jill and Claire as much as possible. They only brought back old and new feelings that made his work much harder, something he didn't need at the moment. So he made the excuse that knowing too much about the future could be disastrous for this timeline, ensuring that he didn't need to see them. With the medallion done and welded, all he had to do was create the bond between the medallion and the young Harry Potter's Aiúa's. Once he established the main bond, all he needed to do was bond it with Alyssa and Eleven. Then he could use it to get to them.

Harry was standing within his old apartment wearing the black tactical suit Eleven had built for him, with the medallion across his chest. Echo Squad - who had been living in the empty apartments downstairs - were all standing behind him. The Raccoon City survivors were standing in front of him, all having gathered to watch them go. Leon was comforting Sherry, Kendo still seemed confused by the whole situation, Harrison seemed calm despite everything, and Jill looked sad to see him go. Claire seemed the most emotional. "So, this is goodbye?"

"I'm afraid so," Harry replied with a sad smile.

Jill frowned. "Will we ever see you again?"

"No. I don't plan on coming back,"

Harrison smiled. "Right,"

"Thank you all for letting Echo Squad and I stay here. It means a lot," Harry extended one of his spare data chips to Harrison, who examined it for a moment before accepting it. "I took the liberty of having Echo Squad make some modifications to the desk in your office. It can now process the chip and all of the data on it. You'll find it has a lot of useful information,"

"Thank you. I'll make sure to examine everything,"

"Please do. None of that should go to waste,"

Silence permeated through the room as Harry began the bonding process. He closed his eyes, focusing on the Aiúa within the fifteen-year-old Harry Potter in his home universe and the Aiúa within the medallion. Harry felt them both. The familiarity of his former soul and the closeness of the medallions. He linked them easily, creating a strong twine that linked the two together. Once that was done, he recreated what he had done between himself and Nancy. He used the new bond to light the way to a fainter connection. He started by trying to find Eleven. Harry found the connection with her all by itself. She was alone. Papa Squad wasn't with her. "I found Eleven. Get ready Echo-Squad, we're heading out,"

"We're ready, sir," said Knight Reyes.

"Good. Grab hold of me," Echo Squad and her Marines did as instructed, and grabbed hold of Harry. With the web of hands constructed, Harry took one last look at the people in the room and closed his eyes. He focused on the Aiúa's and patterns connected to him and pulled on the connection between Harry, the Medallion, and Eleven. With a swirl of bright blue light, the living room was empty.

"That was...anticlimactic," Harrison spoke.

"Yeah. A bit of a let-down to be honest," Kendo agreed.

Claire wiped at her eyes for a moment, before motioning to the device in Harrison's hand. "Do you want to see what's on the chip?" Harrison shrugged, and the group filed out of the apartment towards City Hall. Upon entering Harrison's office, they realized that Echo Squad really had made upgrades to the room. His wooden desk had been replaced by a large table with a glass top. Harrison looped around the new desk, examining it with interest. He found the activation port easily and poked it. Nothing happened. He then swiped it. Nothing happened. Harrison then waved his hand over it, and that worked. The table hummed with life, the glass turning bright blue as a holographic display appeared.

The entire group watched the board with interest. There was an entire display. A search engine that didn't work and a few applications that held different purposes, but the most important thing on the display were the files. Harrison clicked on the files and stared at the information within. There were hundreds of folders all labeled differently. He caught the first few instantly, with them being the first files accessible without scrolling. 'Planetary Defense Ring', 'Dyson Sphere', 'HoloTank', 'Exoskeleton Mk.I', 'FTL Drive', 'Firefighter', 'Fireship', and 'Plasma Rifle Mk.I'. It was filled to the brim with the technological achievements created by Harry. Harrison smiled. Raccoon City wouldn't be known as the birthplace of Umbrella or Ground Zero for the zombie apocalypse. It would be remembered as the birthplace of the future. Marauder Enterprises.