Magi Ranger

By: Tenstar12

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Power Rangers.

Chapter 2, or The Second Obligatory Expositionary Chapter

When Harry finally came to once again, he found himself lying on his back on a strangely comfortable single wide bed, or fancy cot, in a room with a black ceiling and various random beeps sounding off around him. With a groan, he sat up and glanced around, taking note of the various columns that shone with randomly changing colors and the computer consoles that were spaced in a circle around him in the center of the room. Hesitantly, he walked over toward one of the consoles, this one in particular with a large empty tube like… thing behind it, in an attempt to try and find some kind of clue as to where he was and what had happened to him.

"Ai yai yai yai yai! No! Don't touch that!"

Harry immediately spun around and found himself looking at what appeared to be a mostly red and gold colored robot with several lights and dials on his torso and what looked like a flying saucer for a head. Harry's response was quite reasonable if one took into account his background of limited exposure in the muggle world and seven plus years rather isolated from the world in a magical castle and then by a magical war. "AH! METAL MAN!"

Said metal man was coming up behind Harry, apparently having been at the other end of the room which Harry now noticed was occupied by a rather large glowing white orb. As it approached him the robot continued to berate Harry in its somewhat annoying voice. "Do not touch those controls! I only just got them recalibrated and- Ai yai yai!" The robot had managed to trip over the cot still sitting in the middle of the room, ending with it sprawled out on the floor right at Harry's feet and Harry with no idea what to do next.

That decision was quickly taken out of his hands, however, as five vaguely familiar beams of energy; black, pink, blue, yellow, and red; came seemingly from nowhere and settled down on the other side of the circle of consoles before fading out, revealing five individuals standing there that had not been there before. Each of these individuals was wearing what looked like a spandex suit that was primarily one color, the same color as the energies they had appeared in, but with a diamond pattern in white across the chest and on the gloves and boots. They each wore a belt with a small octagonal device as a buckle with a golden coin in the center and a holster with what looked like a tricked out muggle firearm on their left sides. Each also wore a full helmet, but with different designs that helped differentiate them further than their unique colors already did. Other than that, a pointed once over of the group, coupled with the training he had received from Mad-Eye Moody during the war against Voldemort, let him identify three of them as male and the other two as female mostly based on how they stood, though the pink one's mini-skirt, which the yellow was strangely lacking, certainly helped as well.

Once they had fully materialized, they appeared to look at Harry, though the helmets prevented him from getting any kind of a read on them, until the robot at his feet let out a groan. "Ai yai yai…"

"Alpha!" The blue one called out, seemingly in a panic before stepping around the cot himself and moving to lift the robot off the ground while Harry stood slightly stunned.

"Alright, pal," the red guy called out in a somewhat deeper voice, pointing one finger at him as he took a slightly more aggressive stance, "what did you do to Alpha!"

Harry just stood there, staring blankly and wondering just what kind of place Death had sent him to.

Apparently his lack of response wasn't enough for the aggressive guy in red as he moved to step around the bed as well, probably to get closer to Harry if needed. "I asked you a question buddy! What did you do to him?"

Harry, still unable to bring himself to respond, was saved from having to even try to do so by the black one placing one hand on the angry one's shoulder. "Hey cool it Ja- I mean uh… Red. He's probably just in shock from meeting the Power Rangers." His voice sounded rather laid back, his tone of voice suggesting a general lack of seriousness that was supported by a slight relaxation in his stance that the others lacked.

This snapped Harry out of his stupor. "Now hang on one bloody second!" He near shouted, stepping to one side to get out of the way of the blue guy who was still helping up the robot, apparently named Alpha. "First off, mate, I didn't do a thing to the robot guy, assuming that's who you're talking about. I just got up and he came running in and tripped on his own! And Second, where the bloody hell am I, and who the bloody hell are you five?"

This caused the girl in yellow to step forward a bit, drawing Harry's attention to her. "You don't know who we are? And you've never heard of the Power Rangers?" She spoke with a slight accent, though Harry couldn't quite identify it.

Harry lifted one eyebrow, "No, I can't say I do and I can't say I have. You could say I'm not exactly from around here…"

By this point, the blue one had helped Alpha back to his feet and stepped back toward the rest of the costumed individuals. "Then perhaps you would be willing to answer a few inquiries of ours so we may more accurately ascertain your origin? Perhaps in exchange for a few of your own?"

Harry blinked. At first because the guy sounded like an intellectual, and that was before he started using big words, and then because he was hit with a sudden thought that he would have probably gotten along with Hermione really well. And then he realized that he would probably never be seeing Hermione again. Hell, she probably thought he was dead as a doornail by now, and if not for a truly screwed up twist of fate, he probably would have been.

Apparently misinterpreting his look for just general confusion, the yellow one spoke up again. "He asked if we could ask you a few questions if we answer a few of yours."

Harry blinked again. "Err… sure…" The last bit might have come out sounding like a question of his own, but Harry was still off balance and so couldn't bring himself to care.

"Okay then, let's start with something simple: introductions." The girl in pink spoke up for the first time, talking with a strange lilt to her speech that Harry also couldn't recognize.

Shaking himself, the wizard nodded. "Right, of course. My name is Harry James Potter."

The guy in the black suit nodded before stepping up, seemingly trying to cut off the red one before he could speak again. This was probably for the best since Harry could almost feel the aggression coming from him. "Cool man, it's nice to meet you. Now, for reasons we cannot exactly explain at the moment we can't really tell you our names. If you want to you can call us by our colors. Just to smooth things out a bit, ya know?"

Harry nodded with a slight smile. "Its fine, really. I can honestly say I'm no stranger to secret groups with secret identities; a long story, that. Though to be honest you guys look kinda like the types you would see on some of those Saturday morning cartoons my cousin used to watch…" Harry chuckled at the end, though he was the only one who did while the multicolored individuals before him just shifted slightly. Even Red seeming a bit self-conscious about their suits after his comment. Due to this, his laughter died off rather quickly and awkwardly, bringing about an uncomfortable silence among the six individuals, seven if you counted the robot, standing within the circle of computers.

The awkward silence was broken again, just not by anyone speaking. From behind himself, Harry heard a crackle of electricity and felt a huge rush of magical energy wash over them. He quickly turned as the other five looked up slightly, Red giving out a call of, "Zordon!" as they did.

Harry's eyes widened at the sight of a slightly blurry, green, and very much over sized bald head suspended in the formerly empty tube. The man, for the head was easily identified as such, gave a small smile at Harry's shock before directing his attention to the room as a whole. "Greetings Rangers! It is good to see you all again. And to our guest, I am happy to see that you have recovered from your encounter with Goldar and Rita."

Harry stood frozen, partially shocked by the sight of the huge head before him but more paralyzed by the enormous amount of magical power practically flowing off of it. After a moment, Harry overcame his paralysis and reacted true to form. "AH! FLOATING HEAD!"

Acting on instinct, Harry spun on his heel and tried to apparate to, well, anywhere really. In the heat of the moment he felt the risk of splinching himself would be more than acceptable if it got him away from this crazy place with its robots, strange cartoony people, and floating heads with more magic in them than half of Hogwarts. With a soft pop brought about by Moody inspired practice, Harry vanished, only to immediately reappear as he slammed up against the wall fifteen feet to his right with a loud crack as he was forcefully pulled out of his apparition jump.

"Ah bloody hell…" Harry mumbled as he climbed back to his feet, turning slowly to face the shocked people who had just watched him vanish into thin air.

"I apologize for frightening you," the head, Zordon he recalled, said with a placating look on his face. "I assure you that no one here means you any harm."

Harry's temper once again flared up. "No one means me any harm? Mate, I've been meant nothing but harm ever since I showed up in this dimension! Between Red over there jumping to conclusions, the others being generally disbelieving, the robot freaking out as soon as it saw me, and let's not forget the golden plated monkey and that pointy haired bint stealing my-"

Harry cut himself off before he said more than he should. There was no telling the consequences for revealing anything about magic to these people. Even though the floating head was overflowing with power himself, none of the others had even the slightest spark of magic within them and the robot was a robot. The last thing he wanted was this place's version of the DMLE swooping down on him and throwing him in jail. He had just gotten out, thanks.

It seemed that the "Rangers" had caught on to a few of his slips.

"'Showed up in this Dimension?'" Blue asked, one hand coming up to stroke his chin thoughtfully. "That would imply that you aren't from this one originally."

"And you said Rita and Goldar stole something from you?" Pink said, sounding rather concerned.

Harry's eyes swept across the room from his spot against the wall, wondering if he could pull off a wandless Obliviate strong enough to get all of them without frying his own brain in the process.

"Please, young mage," Zordon spoke again, instantly drawing Harry's attention at what he called him. "Calm yourself and we shall explain who we are. We are no threat to you so long as you do not follow the forces of evil. I sense that you are a kind soul who has been forced through too much hardship so your reactions are understandable, but we truly mean no harm."

Harry sighed, forcing himself to relax, mostly because he knew he had no other choice at the moment. "Alright, alright… "

"Hang on a second Zordon," Black interjected. "You said that this guy is a mage, right? As in magic? As in the same stuff Rita uses?"

"And do you really believe he is from another dimension?" Red continued.

"'He' is standing right here, thank you," Harry grumbled as he pushed away from the wall and stepped a bit closer to the center of the room. Red merely shot a look in his direction, whether it was an apologetic glance or a glare was disguised by his helmet.

"That question will take a bit of explaining Rangers, and a few questions for our guest as well, if he is willing."

"Sure," Harry shrugged, resting his arms on top of one of the consoles, careful to keep away from the buttons on the opposite side lest he set the robot off again. "I already told those guys that I didn't mind answering questions, so why not?"

"Very well," Zordon appeared to nod, although how he could do that with no neck confused Harry greatly. "I am called Zordon. A trans-dimensional being trapped in a time warp for the last ten thousand years by Rita Repulsa, the woman you encountered upon your arrival in our dimension. The cylinder that I appear before you in is a communications array designed by my assistant, Alpha 5, the robot you met when you awoke. Through this device I am able to interact with the physical plane in ways that would otherwise be prevented by my imprisonment."

Harry balked at Zordon's statement. Ten Thousand Years? How was he still alive then? The man seemed to be waiting for something and it didn't take Harry long to figure it out, "Oh, sorry. I'm Harry James Potter, and yes," he turned to nod toward the black ranger, "I can use magic, though I prefer the term 'wizard' to 'mage.'"

"In addition to this Rangers," Zordon said before any of the rangers could respond, "Harry's power comes from within himself. Unlike Rita, who channels the energy of the Morphing Grid for a great many of her spells. His magic is different from anything I have ever heard of in my existence. This by itself could lend credence to him being from another dimension even if I hadn't detected the energy coming from the dimensional rift he fell through before I contacted you earlier."

"Well…" Red said, apparently unable to continue. Another silence fell over the group, only the beeping and humming of the various computers and machines around them filling the void.

Finally two voices broke the silence at the same time as Yellow and Pink made their thoughts known.

"What kind of magic can you do then?"

"WHAT are you wearing?"

Harry looked down and saw he was still in the admittedly rough looking black and white striped prisoner's robes he had been wearing at the Ministry. He thought for a moment before shrugging. "All kinds of magic, really. And these are prison robes. Before I came here, I was a prisoner of my government."

The Rangers all tensed up. "You're a criminal?" Red asked, the edge back in his voice.

Harry sighed. "Politically perhaps... Though really I was just hated by the corrupt individuals that seized control after I overthrew the terrorist that had taken over my entire community and was leading a campaign to wipe out any and all magicals that didn't follow his ideals. I was thrown through an artifact known as the Veil of Death, and due to my unknown mastery of three other artifacts that are also associated with Death, I wasn't killed. Instead, I met the personification of Death and it opened the dimensional rift that Zordon noticed to send me here."

The Rangers, Alpha, and Zordon were silent for several moments as Harry shuffled in place a bit, slightly uncomfortable with the situation. Then, Black broke the silence again. "That sucks man…"

With a small chuckle, Harry nodded. "Yes, yes it does."

"But seriously though," Pink spoke up, "Those robe… things are nasty."

"They are for prisoners, Pink," Harry said with a smile, once more stepping out from behind the bank of computers. "The Ministry didn't really care what happened to those in their custody. But you're right, I do need a bit of a change, don't I?" Harry gave his right hand a short wave and focused on his magic and what he needed it to do. It was harder without his wand, but not quite impossible. He had Dumbledore and Moony to thank for that.

The Rangers and Alpha jerked slightly in shock while Zordon watched on in interest as Harry's clothes shifted to a much nicer outfit consisting of black pants, a white button up shirt, and a pair of trainers. At the same time, his outer robe changed to a solid black set of everyday robes that were, most importantly, much cleaner.

"What about that silvery bit?" Black asked, pointing vaguely in Harry's direction. "Why didn't you change that to?"

It was only then that Harry remembered that he was still wearing the Cloak of Invisibility over the top of his robes. It was probably a good thing that he hadn't drawn it around him more completely yet as the Rangers, mostly Red, might have reacted poorly to him randomly disappearing. Now however, he had an opportunity for a tiny prank…

"Oh, this?" Harry said with a small smirk as he reached back and grasped the silver cloak, "This is one of those Artifacts of Death I was talking about. This is the Cloak of Invisibility." Having said that, Harry whipped the cloak out and around his shoulders, causing the Rangers to gasp as he appeared to become just a floating head much like Zordon, though less green, as the fabric settled around him.

"Prodigious…" Blue gasped as he stepped forward, one arm outstretched as he felt for the cloak, inadvertently poking Harry in the chest as he did. "I can feel the fabric and Harry himself, but somehow he has been rendered completely transparent… This is absolutely fantastic!? How does it work?"

Harry chuckled uneasily. "Magic, mate. Magic." He stepped back from Blue's questing hands, clearing his throat slightly and shifting the cloak around to his back again, "The other artifact I have on me is the Resurrection Stone, which allows the wielder to bring the spirits of the dead back to the world of the living. It's not too helpful for more than a chat most times and legend says that it is a kind of torture all its own to be able to speak with but not interact with those you knew and loved in life..."

"And the third artifact you mentioned?" Zordon asked, causing Harry to turn to face him fully as Blue stepped back to stand with the other Rangers again. "What might that one be?"

Uneasily, Harry met Zordon's eyes. Could he trust this immensely powerful magical being? Could he tell them the nature of the Elder Wand? Death had said that it wouldn't work as well for anyone other than Harry himself now that all three had been collected in by one person, but that didn't mean that it wouldn't still be a prize to have for any magic user. Just ask Rita Repulsa, she had jumped him practically right out of the gate and she didn't even know anything about the wand other than that it was a powerful artifact.

Looking at Zordon though, Harry could almost feel the goodness in him. It was in the energy that he emanated, it almost lead you to trust him. And he had said that Harry's magic was completely unknown in his ten thousand years of knowledge. This suggested that either there was no Ministry to enforce a Statute of Secrecy here or else they were so far removed from its influence that it was practically a non-entity. Harry decided to take a gamble. Gryffindors charge forward after all.

"The third artifact is known as the Elder Wand. It is a magical focus crafted by Death himself and is the most powerful such focus in my old dimension. The wand itself has a rather long and bloody history as owner after owner was slain through combat, deceit, and even outright assassination in order for another to lay claim to its power. I received Mastery of it through my mentor, who taught me for seven years as my school's headmaster and then for the next few months in combat specifically before he fell in battle against the terrorist I spoke of earlier. The wand itself was taken by this terrorist, a dark wizard named Voldemort, and I won it from him when I finally ended the war. It was taken from me when I got here by the spiky haired lady I was talking about, Rita I think you said…"

"A powerful magical focus like that would have called to Rita like nothing else the moment you arrived in our dimension. If she learns how to use it, I fear we shall all find ourselves in a great deal of danger." Zordon appeared worried for a moment before his gaze snapped back up to Harry. "I thank you for sharing with us Harry; I shall be honored to do the same for you.

"As I said before, I have been trapped in this time warp for ten thousand years. Before that, I battled against Rita Repulsa and her armies as they tried to take over this and many other planets. We managed to defeat each other at nearly the same time as her trap caught me shortly after I imprisoned her and her greatest generals and assets in a space dumpster and sent it hurtling through the galaxy. Unfortunately, it recently crashed down on Earth's moon and was opened by a pair of astronauts, freeing Rita and her servants and allowing her to renew her quest to take over the planet.

"Left with little other choice, I had Alpha select a group of humans to take up the mantle of the Power Rangers to fight against evil as many other groups have done before them. Empowered with the spirits of ancient dinosaurs and the power of the Morphing Grid, this team has fought admirably and held off Rita's attacks time and time again since her release."

"You've mentioned this Morphing Grid before Zordon," Harry said after a moment, "you even compared it to my magic. What exactly is it?"

"The Morphing Grid is a techno-magical dimensional plane that exists parallel to our reality. Those with the proper ability can tap into its power to perform great works of magic, either for good or for ill. Rita is one such doer of evil works, while I have always strived to do good. The Grid does, however, have a bit of a consciousness to it. This has long been studied since the discovery of the Grid, but never truly understood. This consciousness tends to guide certain aspects of the usage of its Power, usually manifesting itself in the colors, weapons, and appearance of the various rangers I create as well as the power, form, and personality of the monsters Rita summons to do her bidding."

"Wow Zordon." Yellow said, awe in her voice. "You've never told us any of this before…"

Zordon smiled. "I would have certainly done so if you had only asked or shown any kind of interest while in my presence, Rangers. I have spent a great deal of time during my imprisonment in the time warp studying the Morphing Grid so that I may better aid any and all future Ranger teams in the use of its Power."

"I may have to set aside some time for that particular lesson Zordon." Blue said, sounding even more excited now than he had been about Harry's cloak. "This sounds like a highly interesting subject."

"And I would be happy to indulge your curiosity," Zordon smiled before his face grew serious once more, "but we have other issues to deal with first. Like what we shall be doing with Harry."

Harry was slightly taken aback at how quickly the topic had been switched back to him, but he rallied quickly. "Well," he said, "ideally I will have to get the Elder Wand back from Rita at some point. Hopefully before she figures a way to use it. You said that our magics were of two different types, but that doesn't mean that she won't be able to use the wand as a general focus to boost her power somehow…"

"Yes," Zordon nodded again. "I fear that that is exactly what she will do, Harry. We can only hope that the Rangers will be able to defeat the next challenge that is laid before them, for Rita will surely find a way to use her new prize before making her next move."

"Brilliant," Harry mumbled before speaking up. "So what do we do now?"

"For now, Harry, I ask that you stay here in the Command Center until Alpha and I can find a way to help you integrate with society. Rangers, you may return to your lives, but remain cautious. I expect we will not be waiting too long before Rita acts."

"Don't worry Zordon, we'll be ready for her." Red said, making a fist as if to illustrate his determination.

The other Rangers nodded in agreement quickly before they all moved to stand shoulder to shoulder, placing both hands on the devices on their belt buckles.

"It was nice to meet you Harry," Yellow called out just before all five of them were enveloped by a bright light of their own color which then shot up and seemingly through the ceiling.

"Well," Harry said with a sigh, "that was fun."

"Indeed," Zordon said with a chuckle. "I feel that in time they will all open up to you more. You will not be left without support here Harry."

"I appreciate that," Harry responded with a smile, truly beginning to like this guy, even if he did resemble a creepy floating head in a jar. "But, if you don't mind my asking, how exactly are you going to get me set up around here?"

Zordon smiled at Harry and then turned to the robot. Alpha 5, Harry corrected himself mentally.

"Oh no, Zordon," the robot whined. "You know I don't like hacking into government computers. It feels so dishonest… And don't even get me started on the banks! I always feel so unclean afterwards that I have to defragment my entire hard drive just to get any work done!"

"It is a necessary evil, Alpha." Zordon spoke in a firm tone, but a hint of humor danced in his eyes, "We must do what we can to help those in need if it is within our power."

Alpha let out a noise that sounded suspiciously like a sigh. "Yes Zordon. I'll get right on it…"

Harry, feeling somewhat sorry for the little guy, decided to speak up, "I appreciate what you're doing for me Alpha, and I'm sorry about the scare when I first woke up. You may not have to worry about money though." Harry reached down for the mokeskin bag on his ankle and pulled out a Galleon, "These things are made of solid gold and I have more than enough of them to last me a while. All you really need to do is help me find somewhere I can sell gold and I should be set for quite some time, and through a fully legitimate method."

Alpha turned as quickly as his wobbly gait would allow. "Solid gold?" He held out one hand. "May I?" Harry nodded and placed the Galleon in Alpha's hand which immediately closed around it. The robot then held it up in front of the visor on his saucer-like head and began turning it this way and that, examining it from all sides.

"Hmmm… Zordon, my sensors do indeed indicate that this object is made of exactly 31.103 grams of solid gold, which would sell for… Calculating… Accessing human information networks… Calculating… Approximately $378.84 at current market value. Although there is some kind of strange energy within and around it…"

"I sense it too, Alpha." Zordon responded, his eyes narrowing in concentration. "It feels similar to Harry's particular brand of magic, but perhaps… Slightly off…"

Harry, feeling slightly forgotten, decided to speak up. "Yeah, that's probably Goblin magic. You see, the Wizarding bank where I'm from is called Gringotts and it is run by the Goblins who make those coins. I would imagine there are enchantments placed on the coins to prevent damage and such, not to mention to help identify counterfeits." Harry winced, "And I just realized that these enchantments may keep me, or anyone else, from being able to melt these things down into a sellable state. I can't really go around selling people indestructible gold coins, can I?"

Zordon redirected his attention to Harry, "No, that would certainly not be a good idea and may draw undue attention to yourself. Are you able to break these enchantments?"

Harry sighed. "Well, I can probably beat them given enough time, I'm rather more powerful than the vast majority of magicals in my dimension. Though without a wand it won't be an easy task. Wandless magic, while far from impossible, is definitely not well suited for this kind of precise work. It's more… general I guess… less focused… and has many of its own drawbacks…" Harry trailed off in thought for a moment before shaking himself back into awareness. "Point is, I should be able to do it, but not without significant effort. And if I know goblins, and I can assure you of a more than passing familiarity, then it would take more heat than a blast furnace to melt that gold down while the enchantments are still working."

"Then that may have to be the solution we strive for if the protections on these coins is truly as strong as you suggest. If you will allow it, Alpha and I can run some tests on this particular coin to see if there is any way we can make your work easier."

"Sure, like I said, I have plenty more." Harry paused, "But I do feel that I have to ask… Why do you seem so intent on helping me?"

Zordon gave what must have been a sigh, though it was hard to tell seeing as he is only a floating head. "When you arrived in our dimension, it was without any malicious intent. Based on what you told us of your past you were merely doing what you had to do to survive. Rita Repulsa brought you into our conflict whether she realizes that or not. I fear we will end up needing your help in combating whatever forces she brings to bear with the power of the Elder Wand behind her. Besides that, we are among those who strive to do good in all things, and you are one who is most in need of help. It would not be right to turn you away if there was something we could do."

"So you think you may need my help later, but for now you're just one of the good guys?" Harry shrugged, "Works for me."

Alpha just stared at him for a moment before shaking his head. "Ai yai yai… Humans… I'll never figure them out." Without another word, Alpha made his way to one of the computers and began pressing buttons, seemingly at random.

Harry turned back to Zordon. "What? Was it something I said?"

Zordon merely laughed.

-MR-

AN: As far as the Galleon gold value goes, I got on the HP wiki and it said that the galleon was approximately the same size as the US Silver Eagle, so I looked up the weight for that and got 31.103 grams (1.000 troy ounces) from there I looked up the gold value for August 1993 (the month the first episode of Mighty Morphin Power Rangers was aired), which stood at $378.84 per troy ounce.

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