Ramblings and Dribbles

by WolfgangNH

This is a posting of ramblings, dribbles, one-shots, unfinished ideas or other stuff I just don't think deserves it's own storyline. Some I plan to finish someday, others are what they are. This is mature reading for some posts. Some items may be well developed, others are not yet, and may never be. There will many different pairings, and sometimes none.

32. Through the Veil or Wicked! Dinosaurs

Relegated to my Rambling and Dribbles for now...

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Harry Potter/ Jurassic Park X-over

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Updated the Premise- 29 Jun 22

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General Premise and notes (may not be the final results): Starts at the end of OotP. Harry breaks out of Remus arms to jump after Sirius. Diving through the veil, he rolls out into the main atrium through a tarp hiding new construction a few months before the original disaster.

Magic is revealed and forces inside InGen want to study them, chief among them Sir Benjamin Lockwood and Dr. Henry Wu. Hammond wants to protect Harry as much as possible though, and has Muldoon 'watch over' Harry.

While there, Harry becomes friends with Charlotte Lockwood, and his powers become the 'secret ingredient' in fixing Maisie. Not to mention others down the road.

While ad JP, he learns about the dinosaurs from Muldoon. Having nowhere to go, not hearing from anyone in England and unsure if he is the only wizard in the world, he decides to stay on the island. Sirius has been found and eventually joins Harry at JP.

When the group comes in August of 1993, Harry accompanies the group. Meeting Lex, Harry is a little smitten with the attractive blonde, and the events of the seventy-two hours they are on the island bring them together. Want to plan for stuff after JP, but will take one thing at a time.

Knowing he has to keep his secret from the new comers, even now, he accompanies them on the trip and winds up on an adventure that leads to dinosaurs, blood, love and secrets being revealed.

Lex is two years older, maybe just turned sixteen, or close to it. In the meantime, Harry has turned sixteen, even though the story happens close to his birthday. Feeling like he needs someone close to his age, he wanders close to Lex. Of course, Harry isn't the scrawny teen he was at one point, which leads to a natural attraction between the teens.

Jurassic Park: Current year will be 1993, starting a few months before the events that shut it down. It will be a mix between movies and books, with some artistic license when I want, and I feel it makes it better :-)

Dino species (not full list yet): T. Rex, Dilophosaurus, Stegosaurus, Triceratops, edomontosaurus, Parasaurolophus, ankylosaurs, velociraptor

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Chapter 1

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A very bad night...

June 20, 1996

London, England

"Reducto! Diffindo! Reducto!" Harry said as fast as he could, his wand moving faster than his thought could really concentrate on the spells, but they came out anyways. Sirius was beside him, casting silent spells at both Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange. "Protego duo!" he screamed as Lucius shot a nasty looking purple spell and something impacted the side of the podium, sending rock shards everywhere. His spell made little tinkling spells as the rocks hit it with some force.

Malfoy screamed, his hands going to his face.

"It's just like old times, James," Sirius called from next to him, sounding amused.

Harry was trying to concentrate and cast the man a disbelieving look. The grin Sirius gave him, his eyes coming off the duel with Bellatrix for just a second, was all it took for Harry to lose the last one he considered family. It was a dark purple spell with what looked like black spikes. Harry watched it as though time almost stopped. Sirius realized a second too late, his wand starting to raise, the mirth changing to a look of horror before the spell hit him. Harry shifted his own wand, another Protego spell on his lips as he witnessed the spell from Bellatrix rip through his godfather.

"NO!" he screamed as a gash opened from his hip to his shoulder, blood spraying out and Sirius falling back. He was so close to the fluttering veil that as he stumbled back, only a light splattering of blood between him and Bellatrix Lestrange were the only signs that Sirius had just been standing there.

Harry was stunned. He had just watched Sirius being ripped open, and then he wasn't there. In one night, Harry had just lost everyone he really cared for. Hermione had been open up and he was sure she wouldn't make it. Ron was laying on the floor of the room. Luna was nowhere to be seen. Neville was holding his arm, blood freely flowing down, looking paler than Harry had ever seen him. It was a mad cackling that suddenly pulled Harry out of his horror. Without thought or word, he snapped his wand at Bellatrix. Three lines of magic burst from his wand. They were blades of pure magic. The insane witch was fast, spinning her wand before her. A shield intercepted the top two blades, sparking and making a gong sound. It drew most people's attention to see the witch's legs cut off a little below her knees. The look of surprise in her eyes was so absolute that Harry didn't know what to do at first, watching her fall back, her wand falling from her hand and pain replacing her surprise.

"Sirius!" Harry bellowed, turning towards the veil.

"Harry, no!" Remus yelled from nearby.

Harry was already moving; he was going to jump after his godfather to pull him back. Then get him some treatment. He was about to dive through when someone grabbed his jacket. "I'm saving Sirius," Harry yelled.

"Harry, no! He is gone," Remus called back.

Harry pushed his arms back and slipped out of the coat. As soon as his arms were clear, he dove through the veil...

As soon as he was through the veil, he felt as though his head was being torn apart. Harry screamed as his scar burst open. It was worse than when Voldemort had put him under the Cruciatus curse. He screamed at the pain. Something nearby screamed as well. Then it suddenly stopped...

Harry rolled as he came through the other side of the veil. His glasses cracked and fell off as he splayed out onto a cold floor. Someone yelled and then there was a few people talking rapidly in... was that Spanish? Harry pushed himself up, his wand coming up. Something warm was flowing down the left side of his face and he could only make out he was in a room that seemed bright. It was not the Department of Mysteries, which was dark everywhere.

Someone started to yell at him. "Where am I!" Harry yelled back. "Stay back or I'll stun you!"

"Easy, boy," a man with an African English accent. "No one needs to have their eyes poked out with that stick.

"Who are you? Where am I? STAY BACK!" Harry warned as he saw a shape getting closer.

"Stay back. Where did you come from? You have a nasty cut on your head," the man mentioned.

Harry jerked as he saw a shape coming from his right. "Stupefy!"

He could tell he hit the man as the shape fell. Harry wiped his wand to another shape. Merlin, he wished he didn't need glasses! "Stupefy! Stupefy!" he screamed out, realizing that none of them were casting spells. Another shape fell. There was a sound like an air gun then there was a pain in leg. "Stupefy!" he got off a few more times before he stumbled, suddenly feeling dizzy.

"Easy there, lad," the African sounding man said.

"Where am I..." Harry got out before he felt his legs fall out.

Someone caught him as he fell. "Got get Hammond or Arnold. We have a breach..."

Harry drifted off as the man spoke.

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Sometime later...

Location... Unknown

"SIRIUS!" Harry screamed as he suddenly shot out of the bed. Only, he didn't.

His arms came up short. Jerking to a stop, he plunged back into the bed, hard.

"NO! Accio wand," he cried out. The magic in him flared to his need. He felt the pull. There was the sound of something crashing to the ground outside the room and a yell. His holly wand came shooting through the door and into his hand. The adrenaline was starting to thrum through him as he realized he was bound to the bed. Catching his wand, he snapped, "Alohomora!"

There were clicks and handcuffs that were wrapped in cloth fell off his hands and feet.

"He's awake! Get Muldoon," someone yelled.

Harry rolled off the bed. Looking around the room for a way to escape. His vision was rather blurry. Making out a table on the side of his bed, he stumbled to it, quickly finding his glasses. He shoved them on his face. One lens was cracks and the lenses sat crooked on his nose. He needed to repair them but had to figure out where he was first.

There was a door with a toilet visible behind it. A window, obviously at ground level and showing a jungle outside of windows reinforced with a wire mesh and the door that his wand had flown through. He spun back towards the door and raised his wand. A woman in a white nurse's outfit was at the door. She was a mid-shade brunette, with a nice figure and blue eyes. Her hands were held wide. "Easy there, kid," she said. "We don't mean you any harm."

"Why was I cuffed the bed then? Where am I? Where's Sirius?" Harry questioned, his eyes looking everywhere, trying to find a way out. He wanted to blast the window, but it had made him a little apprehensive to see the wire reinforcement. He had only seen that on the tellie in places like a mental institute or somewhere that expected gun fire.

"Easy. Is Sirius that man we found a floor up?" she asked quietly.

"He made it through? Where is he? I need to get out of here," Harry told her, standing up fully, his wand still pointed at her. She seemed to be a Muggle, but he didn't care at the moment. He needed to get to Sirius, and he needed to get out of here.

"Just calm down. Sirius was taken to the mainland last night. He's still in critical condition, but the doctors think he will survive. Whatever cut him only went bone deep, no internal injuries," she told him.

Harry let out a ragged breath, his wand lowering a little. "I can't stay here. People will be looking for me," he told her.

"I don't think you will get far dressed like that," the man that he met yesterday said.

Harry crouched, putting most of the bed between him and the man. The man was holding a gun, which was pointed towards the floor, but Harry had a clue he could probably get a shot off at the same time he cast anything. "Don't come any closer," Harry warned.

The man regarded him.

"This is a clinic. Don't you dare fire at my patient," the woman declared.

"That boy took down four of my men with some type of taser or something," the muscular man said. Getting a good look at the man, Harry knew that this man was a hunter or warrior. There were sounds behind him and Harry caught sight of someone in battle gear. "Stupefy!" Harry called out. The man in door stepped out of the way, but the one in body armour fell as the red light hit him.

The man's gun was up, and Harry just missed the bullet. "Bloody hell! I don't want to hurt you," Harry yelled out. "I only want Sirius!"

There was another cling of bullet and Harry saw a dart sticking into the wall. "I won't kill you, but you have just attacked us again."

"You have bloody guns!" Harry shot back.

"And what is that taser thing?" the man countered.

"Bloody hell! If you don't stop we will all be in trouble," Harry yelled back. "Just take me to Sirius and we won't bother you again."

He heard at least one other come into the room. Leaning back to peer over the bed, he saw two more in the Muggle soldier armour. The first man fired off a shot. Harry growled, jumping to the side. "Stupefy! Stupefy!"

He hit the on in front, the man's gun going off. A dart buried itself in the floor before him. He scrambled as the other opened fire, diving behind a chair in the corner. He heard a few other darts hit the chair. "He's out, like the others," the other man said.

"Listen, kid. If you don't stop, I may have to use something more lethal, and I really don't want to do that," the man with the African accent said. "If you ever want to see this Sirius bloke again, you will want to live."

"If you fire at me with a real gun, I'll have to use lethal force too," Harry said back. He wasn't sure why Aurors or Obliviators hadn't shown yet.

"Alright. How about a compromise. You tell me why and how you broke into a very secure facility, and I would take out my real bullets," the man said.

Harry huffed. Where was the damn owl or Aurors? The Ministry was always quick to condemn him before he was sure Fudge would love to get his hands on him. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

There was a pause. "Try me. I've heard some pretty tall tales before."

Harry laughed. "Not like this."

"One more try, boy," the man said, sounding a little frustrated this time.

"My name is Harry," he called back, hating to be called boy.

"Alright, Harry, what is your story?"

Harry chuckled again. "Magic."

The silence was a little longer. "What's the real story?"

Harry figured he was already in trouble, so he cast his wand at a box on the wall that was clearly visible to the men. It was one the more recent transfigurations that Professor McGonagall had taught them. "Porcinifor."

The box morphed into a large African porcupine. "Bloody hell," the man that was talking to him cursed.

"What the fuck was that?" the other one said. Harry thought he sounded American.

"I can do something else," Harry called around the cough. "If you don't believe me."

The porcupine made an aggravated sound and lumbered out of his view. "Right, Harry. Why don't you come out nice an easy? Through your stick thing out first."

"Not bloody likely," Harry shot back.

"Alright, we will lower our tranquilizer guns and you hold that stick out where we can see it," the man said.

Letting out a long breath, Harry turned, and slowly stood, his wand out to his side. The two men held their guns to the side. The porcupine was now leaving the room. "What did you do to my man?"

"I stunned him," Harry answered.

"What did you use? The four you got yesterday still haven't woken up," the man said.

He felt a little confused. Usually, a stunner wore off in an hour or so. Perhaps because they were Muggles. "I didn't hurt them," Harry defended himself.

"How do you wake them up?"

"Can I use my wand?" Harry asked.

"Is that what that stick is?" the one in body armour queried. Harry nodded. When the other man nodded, Harry pointed his wand towards the man on the floor. The other two rose their guns halfway up. "Enervate."

The white light sailed across the room and second later that man started. "What the hell hit me," the man said, rolling over.

"Holy shit," the one in body armour said. "What do we do Muldoon?"

"Erica, you need to get Benning's on the here and call Hammond," the one named Muldoon called through the door.

"Right away, Mr. Muldoon," the nurse said from the hall.

"I need to see Sirius. Where are my clothes?" Harry was concerned with what was in his clothes. His invisibility cloak was in an expended pocket in his jacket, as was his coin pouch, the Marauder's map and knife Sirius had given him.

"In the nurses office. Found a few interesting things," the man said.

BLOODY FUCK! "I need it all back," Harry told him.

"We need to talk. You going to put down your... wand?" Muldoon said.

The other guard was up and his gun pointing to Harry. "You going to put down your guns?" Harry asked, raising his wand, ready to cast a shield.

Muldoon nodded and all three put their small guns into holsters. Harry lowered his wand below the edge of the cough. "I would put mine in my holster, but I don't have it right now."

"Go get the kid's stuff," Muldoon said. "Benning, stand guard outside the door."

The two men left, and Muldoon pulled up a stool on wheels by the door. Sitting, Harry still had the impression the man was a danger. He didn't miss the man had one hand close to his gun, and the other close to a large knife. Seeing how the man moved earlier, Harry wasn't sure he would be able to get off a spell two before the man got him. "We need to have a talk."

Harry looked at the man a little dubiously. "About what?" Harry asked cautiously, knowing what the man probably wanted to ask. Where were the damned Aurors!

Harry wasn't sure if whatever trouble he was in was better than the Aurors or not... he really didn't want to be captured by Fudge, but looking out at the jungle outside his window, he doubted he was anywhere near Scotland. Maybe another ministry would pick up on his spell casting?

"Whatever that was you just did," the man said calmly.

Harry eyed the man. "You and the others seem to be taking this a little calmly."

"I've seen a lot," the man said rather nonchalantly.

"You've seen magic before?" Harry asked.

"No, but I have seen things that seem like magic," the man commented. Harry felt like he was an antelope being sized up by a lion. The tenseness of the situation was not going away, even with the man's calm tone.

The man that had been sent to get his stuff came back in the room, dropping it on his bed and took up a position just inside the door. Harry nodded to man while eyeing everything on his bed. "What about them?"

"Let's say they've seen about as much. That as an interesting jacket we got of you last night," Muldoon said, nodding to his jacket.

Harry saw his oversized clothes, his invisibility cloak, what looked like Sirius wand, his map, the coin pouch, his taped-up trainer, the wand holder, the knife Sirius had gotten him that could open any lock and his broom.

Harry didn't say a thing.

"I assume most of those things are magical? Like that other stick we found with the man that we had to fix up?"

"If other wizards find me, they will come in here and obliviate everyone about who I am," Harry warned the man.

"So, there are more of you?"

Something about the question had Harry's guard up. "Ah, lots," he said.

"Why don't you get dressed. If the Nurse says you are good, we can take you over to the security offices," the man told him.

"Security offices?"

"You and that man, Sirius, have somehow made your way a hundred and twenty miles of the coast of Costa Rica, to a highly secret facility and onto an island that should have been near impossible to be on without coming by helicopter or boat, and I know that no one has smuggled on a boat," Muldoon said.

Bloody fuck! Harry yelled in his head. "Are you going to hand me over to the police?"

"That depends on my boss. I am more curious about that stick in your hand, as are a few others here on the island after watching the video feeds last night," Muldoon commented.

Harry looked out the window.

"I wouldn't try that, if I was you. There are worse things than lions and tigers and bears out there," the man said in a way that had a shiver go down Harry's spine.

Turning back to the bed, Harry put his holster on first. His hand slipped through the bands. Knowing that it wouldn't matter with all the other magic he had so far, he touched his wand to the holster, and it automatically tightened. Harry wondered how they had gotten it off, but that was something to figure out another time.

"What does the cloak do?" Muldoon asked.

"A secret," Harry replied. Muldoon didn't look pleased with the response.

"Who is this Sirius guy? Who does he work for?"

Harry thought about that as he shoved the cloak into his right pant pocket. Luckily Hermione had put an expansion charm on that. At the thought of her name, his throat clenched. He had no idea if anyone he had left last night was still alive...

"Where am I?" Harry countered.

Muldoon held his gaze. "Tell you what, you answer one of my mine and I will answer one of your. You won't need the jacket. It's rather warm outside."

Harry pinched his lips, putting his jacket over his right arm, leaving his left free and easier to get his wand. Sirius' knife slid into a sheath on the side of his holster. "Sirius Black is my godfather. He doesn't work for anyone right now," Harry said.

The man took a moment to say, "You are an island, called Isla Nublar, out in the Pacific Ocean. How did you get here?"

Harry steeled himself. "We were in a fight. Sirius got hurt and fell through a veil. I jumped in after him and ended up here." Getting annoyed with his broken glasses he took the off his face and took out his wand. The man at the door pulled his dart gun. Harry held his arms wide open. "I am only going to repair my glasses."

Muldoon turned his head to look at Harry sidelong. After a nod, the other man holstered his gun.

"Oculus Reparo," he said, tapping his glasses. He was curious why they broke, since he knew he had charms on them. The cracks mended themselves and the bridge straightened out.

"What type of fight were you in?"

"Against some really bad wizards. I need to get in touch with them to see if my friends are alright. When can I see Sirius?" Harry asked.

"Sirius is going to be in the hospital for a while. I heard he was pretty cut up and it took much of the night to get him fixed up. I would have suspected my people to die from a wound like that," Muldoon said.

Harry felt his chest clench. "Is he going to survive?"

"We don't know yet," Muldoon said. "Is a wizard too?"

Harry put his wand away and picked up the last thing on the bed: Sirius' wand. He tucked into the second wand slot in the opposite way so he would only grab his own wand when he needed. "He is," Harry confirmed. "Can I see him?"

Muldoon shook his head. "I can't let you leave until we know you aren't a threat and Hammond says you can leave."

"I can break out," Harry told him.

"Like I said, there are some bad things out there," Muldoon replied.

Harry snorted. "Worse than dragons and basilisks?"

There was a light in Muldoon's eyes. "Dragons are real?"

"Yeah. Big. Ugly. Breath fire. Not something I want to meet again," Harry told the man.

"You hunted one?" Muldoon queried.

Harry snorted. "I was forced to face one. It almost killed me."

"But it didn't."

Harry agreed. "But it didn't."

"I don't get why a small lizard would be so dangerous. There are basilisks all over the jungles on the mainland," Muldoon said. "I've seen them run across water, but never thought they were dangerous."

Harry looked confused. "Ah, a basilisk is a snake. Yellow eyes. Most poisonous think in existence. If it looks directly at you it kills you."

Muldoon looked even more interested. "It strikes that fast?"

"No. The stare kills you. Like if you look directly into its eyes, you die. Period."

"And you killed one?"

Harry wasn't sure how the man knew, but with how much trouble he was already in, did it matter what he said? Harry was still positive that the man would be obliviated as soon as others found him. "Yeah," was all Harry said.

Muldoon didn't look like he doubted him. "Sir, Benning is here," the man outside the room said.

A tall black man with a bald head and a piecing gaze walked into the room. "You get anything out sneak?"

"I don't think he is a sneak, but I wanted to hold him in the cells until Hammond gets back," Muldoon told the man.

Harry stood his ground as the man looked at him. "How old are you?"

"Almost sixteen," Harry replied almost instantly to the command in the man's voice.

"And who was the spy with you?" the man asked.

"Sirius is not a spy," Harry said rather indignantly.

Muldoon stood up. "Benning, I think this is something different than you think."

The tall man cast a glance at Muldoon. He had an American accent. "What do you mean different?"

"Did you see that porcupine out there?"

"The one they showed out. Who is importing illegal species?"

Muldoon nodded his head to Harry. "Pull up the camera footage and you'll see. I think we should keep this quiet until Hammond gets a look."

"Why does he have his stick back? And you are letting him keep a knife?" Benning asked, looking a little sceptically at Muldoon.

"The kid earned it. Besides, where will he run if he gets out of the compound?" Muldoon asked.

"How did he get here in the first place?" Benning challenged, turning his hard eyes back to Harry.

"I fell through a veil. I'd rather get my godfather and head back to England," Harry said back.

"After you steal stuff. Have the kid locked up and take away those weapons," the man demanded.

Harry reached for his wand, ducking low so only his head was above the side of the bed. The man next to Benning drew his dart gun again and the other outside the door stepped in. "If you fire I'll blast you this time," Harry warned.

"Put those away," Muldoon ordered. "Bloody damn it, Benning. Let me handle this."

"Hammond put me charge while he is away. Lock that boy up and I want updates that one we sent to the mainland twice a day," Benning said, to having even flinched at the tension in the room. With a hard look at Harry, the man turned and walked out. The other two hadn't put their dart guns away.

"Holster those damned things," Muldoon ordered. After a moment, the two guards did. "Listen, Harry, right?"

He nodded, slowly standing up. "If you wake up the men you knocked out yesterday, I'll let you keep your sticks. If you try anything funny, you'll wind up in here again, tied to the bed and I will break both those things."

Harry knew the man wasn't bluffing. "Sure," Harry agreed. He woke the four he had stunned yesterday, still not understanding why his spell had lasted so long. Two of them were in worker overalls and spoke only Spanish. The other two were guards.

When they walked out of the clinic, Harry saw a road and walkway. The walkway led off to the right and not far away there was a large building with a thatched roof. More importantly, though, was walking out of the airconditioned clinic into a muggy, hot mess.

Next to the clinic, on a carved stone was a circle with what looked like a dinosaur skull, like the ones he had seen in some of Dudley's books he had been able to steal. He caught lots of teeth. Above it was written, 'Clinic'.

They weren't even halfway to the big building when Harry was already sweating. Even though it was June in Scotland, that didn't mean it was much above the upper fourteen-point-five Celsius. It felt more like thirty-two out.

Another signpost had arrows pointing to 'Bungalows', 'Visitor Centre', 'Transportation Hub' and 'Stegosaurus Overlook'.

He blinked a few times. The yellow and orange logo at the top of the post matched the dinosaur skill outside the clinic. His head followed the signpost as they walked past. As the large white building came into full view, there was scaffolding and canvas clothes covering sections of it, and construction equipment and supplies were scattered about as at least a dozen workers looked to still be building part of the structure.

Above the large doors in the centre was a sign that was yellow on the top, orange on the bottom and clearly announce that he was at 'Jurassic Park'. Though, it wasn't the sign that caught his attention, but the cage on the back of a white jeep that was chirping loudly at him, as though there were dozens of animals in it.

He stopped as a dozen head poked out, each with a long snout, long necks and standing on two feet. His breath caught. His guards didn't force him on for a second. "Are those dinosaurs?" Harry got out as a whisper. He had seen some fantastic things in his short life, but to see something that should have been extinct millions of years ago was a real shock to his system.

Muldoon leant down, "Like I said, there are things worse than lions and tigers and bears out there."

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14.5 C = 59 F

32 C = 90 F

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Chapter 2

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March 1993

Isla Nublar, Costa Rica

Harry sat on the cot in his cell, his mind was still racing, even having been here three days now. He had only talked to Muldoon, the dozen or so security guards on the island and Doctor Rose, an older woman with a sunny disposition.

He was still waiting for this mysterious Hammond to appear to get him out of here.

In that time though, he had heard enough to realize that the little Compsognathus's he had seen on the back of the jeep were not the only dinosaurs on the island. He had his suspicion that the sign pointing towards Stegosaurus Lookout actually looked out onto real stegosauruses. How this had been done, he had no clue.

When he wasn't pondering dinosaurs, he was pondering the night at the Department of Mysteries, why his scar wasn't hurting him anymore, even though they had had to stich it back up and he still had a large gauge taped to his head, and how Sirius was.

The only positive was that Harry got three good meals a day.

When the door opened to cells, he heard a man, "I told you not to keep him locked up, Robert. He isn't even sixteen from what Muldoon says."

Harry stood up, moving towards the bars.

A slightly rotund man in white pants and a short sleeve button down shirt came half into the door. He could make a balding head of white hair and a large white beard that reminding him of Father Christmas.

"John, he just appeared out of now where. He has no record of him coming here and our contacts in Brittan can't find any trace of him or this other man, Sirius Black," the deep voice of Benning said.

"Codswallop," the old man said. "I have seen the tapes and trust Muldoon on this."

"Thank you, John," he heard Muldoon.

"But John..." Benning said.

There was a sharp clack on the floor. "That is enough Robert. Muldoon, I want a guard with him at all times and we will be letting him out of here until we figure what is going on," the older man said.

"Of course," Muldoon said.

"I am going to object to this John," Benning said.

"Your objection is heard. Now, I would like lunch to be ready in an hour."

"Yes, John," Benning said.

The old man turned towards Harry. He had a smile on his face and presented a more grandfatherly figure than even Dumbledore. Eyes brown eyes found Harry's and his smile grew wider. The clack Harry had heard earlier had come from a cane with a large piece of amber on the top of it. Harry didn't say anything as the man walked closer. Muldoon came in after him.

"You must be Harry Potter?" the man said.

"Yes," Harry replied.

"Excellent. British I see. Grew up in Scotland myself. John Hammond," the man said, extending a hand to Harry. Harry looked to Muldoon who nodded. For some reason Harry had come to trust the man in the last few days.

Harry reached through the bars. "Good to meet you, Mr. Hammond. I come from Surrey, outside of London."

"Yes. Muldoon has filled me in on everything we know about you. Though, we have not been able to contact your relatives," the man said.

Harry's brow scrunched. "You called my aunt and uncle?"

"We actually sent people to the address you gave us, but there are no Dursley's there. Neighbours said they moved out years ago. No, matter, I'm sure you have your reasons for lying," the man said a little jovially. "We all have our secrets."

Harry looked confused. "I'm sorry, but you are sure you went to the right address?" Harry asked.

"Four Privet Drive, Little Winging, Surrey," Muldoon said. "The phone number you gave us didn't work. We were able to visit a Ms. Granger at Sixty-two Covington Court, Redhill, Surrey. The girl is only thirteen and doesn't know any Harry Potter. She also goes to a private school not far from her home."

Harry blinked. He didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry?"

Muldoon passed a picture to Mr. Hammond, who handed it to Harry. He looked at the obviously Muggle picture, seeing the curly brown hair and inquisitive eyes of his friend. She was smiling as she walked with a small group of girls. Harry's confusion grew. She was obviously younger. Her hair had changed between this age and when the Yule ball happened, and she was more mature and had a figure the last time he had seen her. She still looked more tomboyish, like she had through mid-fourth year.

"But..." Harry said.

"Mr. Potter, what date do you think it is?" the kindly older man asked.

His mouth moved a time or two. "It must be around June twenty-fifth, nineteen-ninety-six," Harry said.

He missed the look between the men. "What would you say if I told you it was March nineteenth, nineteen-ninety-three?" Muldoon asked.

Harry looked up from the picture of Hermione. Going back in time was not a huge leap for him. He had done that before.

Believing in dinosaurs was not at odd, not after having been up close and personal with all the creatures he had been.

What he was having a hard time believing was that he was almost three years into the past, Hermione did not look be a witch, and his relatives were just gone? He doubted the ministry would do that, not with all the wards that Dumbledore had said there were on the house.

"We were able to find records of a Harry James Potter, born July thirty-first, nineteen eighty, to a James Phillip Potter and Lily June Potter. All three died in nineteen-eighty-three when a drunk man hit their car head on, out in the countryside of Cornwall," Muldoon said, holding out a paper clipping.

Harry shook his head. "My parents died Halloween of nineteen-eighty-one in Godric's Hollow," Harry said, the echoes of his relatives calling his parents drunks and having landed him with them after his parents died in a car crash were too eerie for his liking.

Harry took the papers. There was an aged clipping form a Muggle newspaper about the story and showing a picture of the mangled wreck. His hands shook some. When he looked at the papers beneath it, he realized they were death certificates.

"Bloody hell," he said, leaning against the wall, before sliding down it.

"We can't find any records of any towns known as Godric's Hollow or Ottery St. Catchpole," Muldoon added.

Harry closed his eyes and leaned over, his arms resting on his knees and his head held down.

"What about Sirius?"

"Sirius Black died in nineteen-eighty-four. He was a police officer, stabbed while trying to break up a bar fight. Your parents did claim him your godfather and did give you to his custody in their will, but you didn't survive the crash," Muldoon said in his even voice.

"Sirius is still alive now?" Harry asked, not looking up.

"The man you claim to be Sirius Black is still alive and was upgraded from critical to recovering today. What is getting me is that the fingerprints on record match both of you. We were able to find your records form the hospital you were born at," Muldoon said.

"Bloody hell," Harry muttered, unsure if this was all because of how wizards hid themselves or if he had someone how ended up in a different time paradox. Hermione had warned him about terrible things happening when wizards played with time.

"Open the door," Mr. Hammond demanded.

Harry felt his chest constrict even more. For the first in years, he felt hot tears welling up into his eyes.

"Harry," Mr. Hammond said. He put hand to Harry's forearm in a comforting way. Harry didn't flinch like he might normally do. "Please look at me."

Harry looked up, his vision blurry with tears. Mr. Hammond regarded him for a few. After a moment, he stated, "You really believe all this, don't you?"

Harry sniffed, trying to get control of his emotions. "I... I don't know what to believe," Harry said.

"Would you believe me that I believe you can do magic? The video cameras caught what you did. We have no evidence of you being on the island before you suddenly rolled out of a canvas covering a work area and that your godfather is healing at almost double the speed that anyone could ever expect," Mr. Hammond said gently.

Harry looked down to the picture of Hermione. She was three years younger and in a uniform that was not Hogwarts. In the other was the proof that he and his parents had died. Was it possible that the Magical World didn't exist here?

He let out a stuttering breath. If none of his life before existed, Harry was truly an orphan, cast out on his own, with nowhere to go. No money. No friends. Nothing. All except... "Can I see Sirius?"

Mr. Hammond patted his arm. "Once he is recovered, I will have him brought out to Isla Nublar. We can set up a call as soon as the doctors approve it."

Harry took in a deep breath and let it out. "Alright." There was a long minute of silence as Harry looked at the things in his hands. Meeting Mr. Hammonds eyes, Harry asked, "What happens to me know?"

The man gave him a smile. "Well, that is up to you. Since you have shown on the island, there is a lot of talk and excitement from the scientists, and I would like to learn more about those sticks... wands do you call them?"

Harry wasn't sure why a bunch of scientists would be so excited. "Yeah, they are wands."

"Excellent," Mr. Hammond said excitedly. "Would you like lunch? The chefs are preparing a meal in my private bungalow, if you care to join me. Only the very best, you know. I spare no expense. Muldoon, would you join us today?"

Harry took in a few breaths before getting up. He helped Mr. Hammond stand. Walking out the door, a man in khaki shorts and shirt like Muldoon was waiting for them. "Harry, this Ericks. He will be your escort for now. Umbridge will be taking over after dinner."

Harry's heart stopped for a moment. "Umbridge?"

"Yeah, she is one of my best. You won't miss her. Bright pink hair and likes to carry a pink dart gun and knife," Muldoon said.

Harry felt really apprehensive. The last Umbridge he had known had been a sadist. He could only hope the pink hair meant she was nicer?

"Now, I've heard that you saw the first of our little darlings?" Mr. Hammond asked in a jovial way. Harry could hear more of a Scottish accent on the man.

"Yes, sir."

"None of this sir, stuff. I am not that old yet," Hammond chuckled. "The little Compsognathus's?"

"That is what Muldoon told me," Harry said.

"Scavengers, the lot of them," Muldoon commented. "Dangerous in a pack though."

"Yes. They will not get out of their fences," Hammond said. "If you haven't figured it out, Muldoon is my games warden, and head of security."

"I prefer to be in the field," Muldoon said.

"You will be. We are moving the tyrannosaur to her new paddock next week. You are fully in charge of that," Hammond assured.

Harry shook his head in shock. "Tyrannosaurus? As in tyrannosaurus rex?"

"What else would it be?" Hammonds asked rather nonchalantly. Harry cast a look to Muldoon, and he nodded his head.

"John, should we be talking about all this with Harry," Muldoon queried.

"I don't think him a threat, and if he really has no relatives or anyone else, I think it will fall on us to provide for the lad, not to mention his godfather," Hammond said.

Harry gave a concerned look.

"Fine, but we can talk about this at the staff meeting tomorrow," Muldoon suggested.

Hammond waved him off. "If Harry is going to be stuck here, he should know the dangers. The t. rex will be taken over from Isla Sorna on Tuesday. I want her released as soon as possible," Hammond said.

"Everything is planned for," Muldoon promised.

"Good."

Mr. Hammonds bungalow was just on the other side of a small lagoon. Harry could clearly see the visitor's centre and a few other raised bungalows to the right of the centre. Mr. Hammond's was more of a small mansion than a bungalow though. They walked into a high roofed atrium with a huge window overlooking a valley in the centre of the island.

He didn't notice the rooms and a staircase that led off from it. His eyes had immediately caught site of movement down the valley. That movement had his seeker reflexes going. When he focused on the movement, his mouth dropped open some. Even though they were far away, perhaps a mile or two, Harry distinctly saw a few long neck dinosaurs around a large lake. Others were moving about, but it was harder to make them out.

Mr. Hammond got a huge smile on his face as he indicated the table on a deck just past the window. "Welcome to Jurassic Park," Mr. Hammond said, guiding Harry out the doors.

"What are they?" Harry asked in some wonder.

"The ones with really long necks are diplodocus. The other long neck, standing upright, you see, are brachiosaurus. You can just make out the long crests of the Parasaurolophus and I don't see and edomontosaurus, do you," the man asked towards Muldoon.

"The edomontosaurus tend to like the trees this time of day. They usually come to the lake closer to dawn, like the ankylosaurs," Muldoon commented, moving to railing with them.

"Wicked," Harry said, a smile coming to his face. "You have dinosaurs, but not dragons or the like?"

"I'm afraid, Harry, that many of the things that you told Muldoon about don't seem to really exist. That doesn't mean there isn't magic. Just look down there," Hammond said.

"Mr. Hammond, would you like me to serve you now or later?" a woman asked from the door they had come through.

"I am rather hungry, if you gentlemen would like. I haven't had breakfast, coming straight from D.C.," Hammond said, leaving Harry to look down the valley as he went to the table.

"D.C.?" Harry asked.

"Washington, D.C. As much as I love Scotland, I have found capital and those willing to lend it is easier to obtain in the United States. We have the Hammond Foundation headquarters there, and InGen is stationed out of California, to be closer to service our crown jewel," Hammond said.

Harry turned and joined them at the table, finding a seat where he could watch the dinosaurs.

"We'll get you a pair of binoculars so that you can watch them from here when I am on the island, or Muldoon or someone can show you the overlook," Hammond told him.

Harry just nodded, starting to feel a little overwhelmed. Hammond and Muldoon talked business while Harry picked at the fish and rice on his plate. He really wasn't paying that much attention as he looked out over the valley. The men seemed to get that Harry needed some time to think. As they were talking about something called a velociraptor and that they were bigger and more dangerous than thought, Harry suddenly asked, "Why are you treating me so well?"

The two men stopped talking.

Mr. Hammond spoke to Harry as he watched the small herd of diplodocus move away from the lake. "To tell you the truth, we have found out some very interesting things in the last few days that has frankly stumped some of the scientist and engineers that work for InGen."

"What is that?" Harry asked.

"Well, it is no small miracle to look at the dinosaurs out there. You are looking at the culmination of twenty-two years of research that is only possible because there are some types of amber that preserve what is inside of them," Hammond replied, sounding more sombre. "I won't even pretend to be smart enough to understand what Doctor Wu and Lockwood do, but I have a passion to see people happy and for dinosaurs, can sell almost anything, and have no small talent in attracting investors and the top talent. I really don't spare any expense."

"I don't understand. What do you mean some types of amber preserve what is inside it?" Harry turned to look at Mr. Hammond.

The man took his cane and held it out for Harry. Harry took it at Hammond's silent prodding. "Inside that amber, is a mosquito. For years I know that Lockwood has been trying to find out why we can find some that are preserves perfectly, as though they just died. Some even have blood in them. Blood that has been perfectly preserved for tens, if not hundreds of millions of years. That shouldn't be possible. The very nature of fossilization, from what I have been told, destroys all organic matter. But for some mosquitos and other insects or whatever is caught in special amber, the nature of the thing survives."

Harry looked at the mosquito inside the large amber piece. "Are you saying that you were able to create dinosaurs from mosquitos?"

"The blood they drank before dying," Hammond said.

"Wicked," Harry said softly. "But why would I be important?"

"Lockwood and a few of my other scientists have said they can detect a small amount of odd radiation and electrical waves from the amber pieces that have samples we can use. The same odd radiation and electrical waves have now been found where you and Sirius Black came into the Visitor Centre. It is fading fast," Mr. Hammond told him.

"Reginald things it will dissipate by the end of the week," Muldoon said.

"Yes. The 'magic' as you call it, leaves the same patterns," Mr. Hammond said.

Harry was starting to get an idea of what was going on and he wasn't sure he cared for it. "And you what? Want to study me?"

Hammond chuckled. "No. No. Nothing like you make it sound, but yes. Some of our scientists would like to study what you can do, and your godfather when he gets better. Not that we have thought to check, but you two are the first ones he has been able to detect the magical patterns from. If you are willing, my business partner and head scientist, Sir Benjamin Lockwood, would like to show you around the labs and have you work with a team of people to help understand your magic. It will be the top talent in physics, mathematics and electrical engineering."

Harry still felt a little nervous. "Why?"

Hammond gave him a broad smile. "Discovery is its own reward, and if we can understand how you can control and manipulate this magic, it could lead to better ways for InGen and Jurassic Park understand the genomes of all these creatures and possible find ways to help cure some human diseases."

Harry frowned, looking away towards the dinosaurs again. After a bit, Harry asked, "What about other wizards? If they find me and you, you will all be obliviated, made to forget everything about me and possibly your research if they find out you are using magically preserves blood. I will go to Azkaban for how much I have already told you."

Hammond shared a look with Muldoon. Muldoon spoke up, "Harry, I'm not sure magic exists here like it does where you came from. I admit it's only been a few days, but none of security teams have been able to find any sign of magic use like you have described. None of our sensors have picked up more than just background signatures, like the amber samples."

"Magic makes electronics go haywire or not work," Harry told him.

"If that is so, why can we pick up on your signal, and have been able to validate Sirius Black as emitting an electrical signal?" Mr. Hammond said.

"What are you going to do to me if I say no?" Harry asked, afraid he was going to become a lab rat, but he really didn't have any options if what these people said was true.

"Nothing," Mr. Hammond said. "But I don't know what you will do if you choose to leave. Technically you are dead. You are underage. Your godfather is recovering from a very bad wound. I am willing to cover all his medical costs and offer him a job when he gets better. For you, I offer an education, a place to live, a job when you graduate with whatever degree you want. In return, I only ask for you to cooperate."

Mr. Hammond waived out over the view. "We are finding new samples every month. Dr Wu assures me that they are in development of a dozen more viable species. You could also help in curing some diseases. Can you imagine what it would be to be credited with ending something like AIDS or cancer?"

Harry could hear the conviction in the man's words.

"And I will be stuck here for the rest of my life?" Harry asked, wondering if he was trading one prison of Privet Drive and Hogwarts for another?

"No," Mr. Hammond said. "I would prefer you to stay here for the next few months. If you need tutors or anything, it will be provided. I will spare no expense."

Harry was wondering if that was the man's mantra. Spare no expense! With a sigh, he didn't know what better deal he had until Sirius was back with him. "You want me to talk with Lockwood?"

"Yes. Sir Benjamin Lockwood. He is a very nice man that is just as passionate about all this as I am," Mr. Hammond said with some conviction.

After a moment, he nodded, hoping he wasn't getting into something that was over his head. If he was stuck here, then he minds as well enjoy himself. "Can I go see the dinosaurs?"

"Do we have teams going out into the field this afternoon?" Hammond asked Muldoon.

"I am going out to do another survey and to escort some veterinarians to the triceratops herd. Do you want me to take him out there?" Muldoon asked sceptically.

"I do not want him to be a prisoner in this compound," Hammond replied. "I have to head back to California tomorrow to talk with the board. When Benjamin doesn't need him, would you be willing to take him out when you go?"

Muldoon looked to Harry, who turned to look the man in the eye. "It's not a walk in the woods out there. Even those gentle giants can kill you if you bother them. If you come with me, you listen. Understand?"

"Yes, sir," Harry said, trying to keep his excitement down that he was going to go see something the size of a dragon without the nasty teeth, spikes or fire breath.

Muldoon nodded after a moment. "I am going to take him to the camp store and get him fitted out properly. Those shoes look ready to fall apart."

Hammond waved him off. "Whatever he needs. Tell Benning to charge it to the employee accounts."

It was about two hours later Harry was in the back of a Jeep. For once in his life, he was in a nice, fitted pair of khaki shorts, a shirt with the Jurassic Park logo and brand-new hiking boots. There was a large bulge in his pants where he had managed to get his father's invisibility cloak into. He had been successful in doing an extension charm a few times now and would have to do that to his new clothes later.

There were boxes at his feet and a man in the front of him. Muldoon was driving the jeep. The jeep behind them had three people too. They sped down the dirt road, making Harry smile to see the trees go by. They passed a few tall fences with thick wires and a cement base to them. A few moments later, the trees clear at another fence. Harry's smile widened to see the road went along a ridge that looked down into a valley. Harry saw all the ones he had already closer, and even heard the haunted sound as a Parasaurolophus called out, then two others answered.

"I will always love that sound," the man said from before him.

"It is wicked," Harry agreed.

Dr Timmons was a man in his later years with hints of white in his brown hair and sharp grey eyes. Harry had liked him as he was drafted to help load the gear. "We will only have about three hours before we need to get back to the compound. Rules are no one is out after dark until all the fences are active," Muldoon yelled at them.

"That should be enough," Dr Timmons shouted back.

About five minutes later they pulled over on a wider section of the road. "This is our stop," Muldoon said.

Harry jumped out of the jeep. There was more of the fence with a gate and smaller door in it. Muldoon came up to Harry, slinging a rifle over his shoulder.

"Are we expecting trouble?" Harry queried.

Muldoon didn't saw a word, instead, opening one of the boxes. He took out a small dart gun like he had seen at the compound. "Strap this on and use it if you need. None of these men know about who you really are. They think you are one of Hammond's grandkids."

Harry took the gun as the three veterinarians met between the jeeps before coming to grab the cases. The other driver was one of the guards and took out a riffle like Muldoon. "Alright, gents. Take a dart gun. Four darts per cartridge."

Muldoon gave Harry two extra cartridges and made sure he could change them out before going to the door next to the gate. "All the pens have at least one entry and loading point. This is the west gate on the triceratops. We need to keep them separated after we tried putting them in with the other large herbivores. We can only keep them with stegosaurus and some of the larger ones, brachiosaurus. Turns out triceratops can be a little territorial."

"They won't come after us, will they?" Harry asked.

"Shouldn't. Not unless we get too close to the herd."

Harry nodded. "What are we doing today?"

"There is a report of sick one. Happens every six to eight weeks. The herd stays away from them until they get better. We are trying to figure out why," Dr Timmons said.

Harry nodded.

When they entered the paddock, it was mostly bare of trees, with high grasses and must have been a mile or more to the rise on the other side of the paddock. "This way," Muldoon said. Everyone was very serious and didn't question the man when he told them what to do. It was a short walk to find a triceratops that was moving drunkenly. Muldoon held up his hand to stop them. Pulling up his rifle, Harry watched in fascination as the man took aim. When it went off, it made a much softer sound than any gun should.

Muldoon looked to them. "Should be down in a few minutes. The damned things resist the tranquilizers."

"Thanks, Muldoon. We'll move in once she drops."

"Fine. You have a little over two hours," Muldoon said.

When the triceratops finally laid down on his legs, then fell over, the Veterinarians and the other guard when towards it. "Can I go?"

"Give it a few. Let them make sure it's out. I see the herd just over there. Two of them are watching us," Muldoon said. The man was acting cool, but Harry could sense the man's alertness. He hadn't lowered his gun, keeping it in a position that it could quickly be pulled up. Harry had never used a gun before but unlatched the leather strap holding the dart gun in the holster. He hadn't even seen the herd come over a small ridge to look at the men congregating round the knocked-out triceratops.

When the others didn't move, Muldoon finally nodded his head, "Go ahead if you want help them or just touch it."

Harry smiled but kept a wary eye on the others. Muldoon moved a little closer, putting half his body behind a large rock and not looking away from the other six on the ridge. As Harry approached, he could hear the large creature breathing as the men worked. He saw them looking at its mouth, taking a few blood samples and whatever else a veterinarian would do.

"Can I touch it?"

Dr Timmons looked up, a knowing smile on his face. "Go ahead kid."

Harry tentatively reached out, putting a hand on the large horn that he was closest too. Harry marvelled that it felt like the horntail spike that Hagrid had salvaged from the Triwizard Tournament. He moved his hand down to its frill. The skin was rough and pebbly, but subtle at the same time. After a moment, he put his head onto the creature's side, his ear to the skin. He could hear the breath going in and out of the dinosaur. Harry could also hear the rhythmic beat and swoosh of the creature's heart. It was amazing.

Where he had grown to hate dragon after having two near death experiences with them. Being able to touch and hear the triceratops, Harry thought he found his first real hints of what love was.

He wasn't sure how long he listened, but he was broken from his trance when Dr Timmons knocked his shoulder. "We have all we need and have done what we can. Dr Quaid is going to give the antidote. Let's go join Muldoon and make sure she wakes properly before we head back to the compound."

Harry was beaming. "Sure."

They went a good hundred yards away before a short man injected something. He moved quickly away but didn't run. By the time the man joined them, the triceratops was starting to move again. Harry was just in awe to see it. They moved further off as it stood and shook its head. After a few minutes, it was walking straighter than before. Harry was entranced to see it go closer to the herd.

"Time to go," Muldoon said.

"Can I come see them again tomorrow?" Harry asked.

Dr Timmons and the other veterinarians all chuckled. "I think we just made another lifelong enthusiast."

"That was wicked," Harry said. He would take doing that any day to facing off against Death Eaters or Voldemort.

-oOo-

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Chapter 3

-oOo-

March 20, 1993

Isla Nublar, Costa Rica

Harry shot up, sweat covering his body and his wand in his hand. He took in ragged breaths, the vision of a bleeding Hermione, a not moving Ron and a Sirius cut open from hip to shoulder across his body where still flashing across his vission.

The door to his room slammed open. Moving, he rolled over. "Stupefy!" he barked, a red spell launching towards the door.

"Stand down, Harry," a woman ordered.

Harry took in heaving breaths, wiping the sweat from his face and eyes. In the light of the door he made out the lithe form of the guard that had been assigned to him just after supper. Yvonne Umbridge was nothing like the insane woman that had forced him to carve 'I must not tell lies.' in to his own hand.

She had been very professional, but reminded him more of Tonks, than Umbridge. She had an English accent, having grown up around Norwich, England. Was in her early twenties. Unlike most of the other guards, she liked to talk, and joke. Harry had liked the pink hair woman soon enough, deciding to call her Yvonne, never wanting to think of the name Umbridge again.

Realizing who it was, Harry slumped, his hand falling to his side and the wand clattering against the floor. Taking in a ragged breath, he leaned forward and put his head on the bed.

"You alright there, Harry? I heard you scream," Yvonne asked.

"Just a bad dream," Harry replied. After a moment, he sat up, his body starting to dry. Looking at the bed, he wasn't sure he would be able to fall asleep again. "What time is it?"

"Half three," Yvonne said. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Fine," Harry replied. Standing up, he didn't really care that he was only in his boxers. "Just going to take a shower."

The woman regarded him for a few. "Sure," she replied. "If you need anything, I'll just be next door."

"Thanks," Harry muttered, moving to the bureau that had been stocked with a few changes of cloths, underthings and a pair of binoculars, like Hammond said they would get him.

The room he was in was like a hotel room. There was a large queen sized bed, a small work area with a desk. Next to the bed was a small sofa and coffee table. A tellie was on top of his dresser, and he could move it to see it from anywhere in the room. A half wall split his 'bedroom' from a small kitchenette area with a table that had two chairs. At the front of the room was the bathroom, next to the main door to his new apartment in one of the workers complexes a little distance off form the visitor center. It was near the bottom of the ridge that he had eaten lunch on earlier and he could see Hammonds bungalow from his window.

Yvonne had burst through a door just across the kitchenette that connected the two rooms.

It was a little while later that Harry had a hot cut of tea as he sat at the small table. He had grown to prefer tea leaves and boiling water in a kettle, but the tea bags and microwave would have to do for now. A knock came at the conjoining doors.

"You can come in, Yvonne," Harry said loud enough she should hear it.

The woman opened the door and came to sit at the table.

Harry knew he must still look tired as he sipped at the strong tea. At least it tasted good and there had been some milk in the small refrigerator.

"Some of the guys said you had episodes like that in the cells. Does that happen often?" Yvonne asked pointedly.

Harry shrugged. "It goes away," he told her, still feeling shaken by the visions of those he held most closely to him. Even if Ron and Hermione had survived, he was starting to realize he would never see them again. He would never see the two people that had first been his friends and then more like family. It caused an ache in his heart that radiated out to his chest.

Yvonne gave him a look. After a few, Harry met her blue eye, where a slightly haunted quality shown for a moment. "How bad was it?" she asked gently.

"How bad was what?" Harry queried, not really wanting to answer her question, knowing what she was looking for.

"Muldoon told us that you were in a fight before you showed up here. The reflexes I just saw, and the ones on the videos, are not natural. Nor is the look on your face when you use that wand. I know a soldier when I see one," she told him. "No child your age should be a soldier."

Harry wrapped both hands around his cup. "It's nothing."

He really didn't want to talk to a complete stranger about this. He needed to see Sirius, to know he was still breathing and would make it.

Yvonne studied him for a bit as he sipped his tea. "I served in the Gulf War two years back. Part of an emergency unit. We got caught in a crossfire when we moved forward to get some wounded out. It was the first time I used a gun against others. Thirty-eight men were in the forward unit. Eight of us moved to evacuate ten of them. We had way of knowing it was an ambush by more than two hundred Iraqis. It was a Coalition airstrike that saved us. Only fifteen of us left alive. It was the largest loss of life for the Queen's forces and the last counter offensive the Iraqi army put up before they surrendered. I still see their faces, but I've learned to deal with it. I'm going to suggest to Muldoon you start seeing one of the psychologists."

Harry recognized the haunted look in her eyes.

"How did you end up here then? Shouldn't you still be in the army?" Harry asked.

"Got shot in the leg. Was discharged about six months after that. Couldn't carry out my duties any more. Have more hardware than bone now in my lower leg now. Muldoon put out feelers, wanting a field medic or two. I applied and have been on the island for four months now," Yvonne said.

Harry took in a long breath. "You don't think I'm mental?"

She gave him a cheeky grin. "Are you bloody mental? Probably. But have you seen the animals in this zoo? I'll stand with anyone mental enough to like to go near them like you did yesterday."

Harry chuckled, the nightmare receding some. "Yeah, they are pretty wicked."

"The wickedest," the young woman agreed.

-oOo-

Same day...

Harry had been given tour through the Visitor Centre. It had been very interesting to see the main labs for the island, but he had been told they were just an offshoot of the primary facilities on Isla Sorna. Most of the work here was only to support the current inhabitants and to hatch eggs for dinosaurs meant to inhabit the park.

Harry really liked seeing the skeletons and the main command center where cameras and motion sensors tracked most of the movement of the dinosaurs and people.

"Now, this here shows you the poplulation counts and if you want, you can find out where they were last seen and in what paddock," Mr. Arnold was explaining.

"That is so cool," Harry said, watching as a two legged dinosaur hopped out of a dense overgrowth and stalked along the edge of moat. There was a bunch of numbers and other stuff on the screen. Harry caught that it was a dilophosaurus, and the computer identified it at number 000254.

"Are there two-hundred and fifty-four of them?" Harry asked.

"Thank god, no," Mr. Arnold said. He looked at the screen before him. "We have eight of them in the park. Though Muldoon thinks the encloser is two small for that number."

"Is it?" Harry enquired.

"Damned if I know. I have been asked to work on all the cameras, sensors and fences. Hammond liked what I did so much he named be lead engineering of this mess about two years ago." The man tapped on the screen. "Nedry, computer four is having linkage issues again. It's not counting that one in the background."

A rather plump man in a Hawaiian shirt and looking like he sweated alot, even in the cooled building, snorted. "Put it on my list. I'm still troubleshooting why the fences around the paddocks won't let you control them from here anymore."

Mr. Arnold didn't look pleased. "You've been working on that for three days. We have to keep the breaker shed staffed until you fix that."

"I'm getting close. Once the fiber opctic lines are reconnected, I can run the new program and reestablish the link," the pudgy man said.

The tall black Mr. Benning came over. "Nedry, we need that fixed today," the man demanded.

"I can only go as fast as the technicians," Nedry shot back. Harry didn't like the man.

"Ray, do we have a confirmation time when Lockwood and his team will be here?" Benning enquired.

"The mainland called about forty-minutes ago that they were leaving. Flight traffic control picked them up and they should be landing at the Allosaurus pad within the hour," Arnold replied.

"Good. Mr. Potter, I expect you to be in the main lobby by twelve-thirty," Benning told him. The man didn't seem to like him, but was treating him more respectfully.

"Sure," Harry replied.

"I am not a secretary and should be designing fences not this," Mr. Arnold muttered. "Can you get the fences back on the system today, Nedry?"

"It will take about two hours for the code to run and remap all the connections and I am off at five and off to the mainland for three days," Nedry replied.

"You aren't going anywhere if those fences are not active again," Mr. Arnold warned.

Harry backed away. He wanted to know more about the dinosaurs, but he didn't want to be in the middle of the two bickering. There were a half dozen other people at computer stations. One or two looked to be doing programming like Nedry. The others were clearly working on monitoring or running the park.

"How many people are on the island," Harry asked Ericks. The stocky man had drawn the lucky lot to escort him around today. He was hoping that he could lose the body guards soon. Harry had no intentions of getting into trouble. This place was to much fun so far, and until Sirius was better, he didn't want to go anywhere else.

"About a hundred and thirty, plus forty contractors working on the buildings," the short cropped hair man said.

Harry nodded.

"Can we go to the restaurant to get some lunch?"

"The employee cafeteria is open," the man told him, heading him down to a sub-basement below the restaurant.

It was close to one that found Harry sitting on the base of the T. Rex skeleton that was still being assembled above him. The workers had lain out the rest of the pieces on the atrium floor, but were no where to be found.

He had been allowed to take a book on dinosaurs from some unopened boxes that would be used to stock a park store soon. Harry wanted to pay for it, but had been told to just take it. Thus, he was found going through the book by an Alan Grant. It was pretty interesting about some of the new theories on how they went extinct.

The doors entrance doors suddenly opened, causing Harry to startle some. He had never beena huge reader, but when he found something interesting Hermione had told him he was single minded in his determination. Thinking about her brought back the heartache from earlier, but his attention was soon on the group that came in.

Standing up, Harry put the book under his arm. Ericks straightened, looking more at attention. Harry was coming to realize that the guards were all ex-military from a half-dozen countries around the world. He had been able to count sixteen of them so far.

"When John gets back tomorrow I want a meeting and a dinner," a man with brown hair said to a woman walking next to him with a note pad. On the otherside of the man was a girl with brown eyes that shown brightly. She had a large smile on her face and her long lighter brown hair danced around her as she said, " Can I go see Dr Wu."

"Hold just a few, Charlotte," the man said.

Behind them were a few others with boxes and bags. The girl suddenly stopped bouncing around when she caught sight of him. Harry appraised her to be about a year or two younger than him. A fleeting thought went through his head about how old was he really now? Just a few days ago he was just over a month away from turning sixteen, now he was just over four.

The girls bright eyes took him in and he thought he saw a slight flush on her face.

The man followed her gaze and a smile came over his face. "Ah, this must be the young man that John has told me about."

Harry stood a little taller, not sure if it was because of the cute girl or the man's more proper English speech and bearing. "Hello, Sir Lockwood. I'm Harry Potter," he introduced himself, unsure if he was doing it right to a person knighted by the crown. He was very thankful to have some nice cargo pants and a button down shirt to meet them.

The man gave a welcoming smile. "Well met, young gentleman," Lockwood said. "I would introduce my daughter, Charlotte."

Charlotte stood straight. "Hello," she said.

"Hello," Harry replied.

The man gave his daughter a look before saying. "You can go find Henry now. I want you to be at John's bungalow by six for dinner."

The girl's cheeks took on a little bit of colour for some reason. "Yes, dad."

She walked a little more primly towards the hall that led to the labs. The man chuckled. "It looks like Charlotte may have a new reason to like the island. Now, Mr. Potter, let me introduce you the other members of my team and if you wouldn't mind, we can go claim my lab space to talk about your unique abilities."

Harry felt his face grow a little warm this time. Girl was cute, but she was a little young still. That being said, Harry felt it would be nice to have someone closer to his age around. "Could you please call me Harry, Sir Lockwood."

"I can do that, Harry. As we get to know each other better, I hope you come to call me Benjamin. Now, this here in my lead scientist, Dr Wendy Bones. She graduated with a PhD in Physics from Cambridge," he said to a woman with bright red hair, a slightly rounded face and hazel eyes. She had an attractive figure and friendly face.

Harry had a hard time not to do a double take. The woman looked just Harry would imagine Susan Bones to look like twenty years from now. "Uhm, hi," he said stupidly, holding out his hand to shake hers.

"Hello, Harry is it?"

"Please," Harry said.

"I look forward to working with you and Sirius Black. From what I hear, you may be a part to a puzzle I have spent the better part of my career trying to understand," she said with some enthusiasm.

Harry wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.

"Next is Dr Franklin Popplewick, who has PhD's in physics and mathematics. He is currently a professor at Harvard University, specializing in astrophysics anomalies that may be close to what we are here for," Sir Lockwood said to a man, probably in his late fifties with a balding head and sharp green eyes. They were a duller green than Harry's. The man looked at him like Harry was some new toy. Not a look he was comfortable with.

After shaking his hand Harry was introduced to a short woman of asian decent with jet black hair and dark brown eyes. She was holding some type of box with a thick wire and something in her hand pointed at him. Her eyes were looking down a a few gages on the box. "Dr Ha Eun Gim, from Seuol National University. He has a PhD in physics and specializes in nuclear fusion."

"You are right. The readings are off the scale," the woman said excited in a light Korean accent.

"Can you hold off until we get in the lab and explain to Harry what we want to do?" Sir Lockwood requested.

"Oh, yes," Ha Eun said, looking up, but still holding the device in her hand towards him.

"Lastly is Dr Travis Rogers, PhD in biochemist and genetics, as was as a physiology," Sir Lockwood indicated a broad man who looked to be in his forties. He had a head of sandy-brown hair with bluish eyes. When Harry shook hi hand, he felt like a little child with the size of the man's hand.

"It is nice to meet you," Harry said.

"It is pleasure to meet you. Can you really do magic?" that man asked.

"Not here, Travis. If we would, we go to my labs here," Lockwood said.

They went down the hall towards the labs. Walking past the upper labs, they stopped at a lift, then went a floor down. Lockwood's lab was much like all the others. Large reinforced glass windows along the hall. A well lite and mostly white work area with a few back rooms. "Lower the shades please," Lockwood said and Ericks clicked a switch on the panel next to the locked door.

The people with Lockwood took there equipment and started to setup around the lab. Harry looked around nervously, his right hand subconsciously moving towards his wand. Noticing Harry's unease, Lockwood said, "Harry. We are only hear to get an initial interview and some data from what we watched on the videos."

"What type of data?" Harry asked.

"We have come up with a few items, like having you use your wand. Telling us about where you learned to do magic. Anything you might now about how it works. There has been a small community that has been starting to look into the reasons behind the miracle we have been able to acheive at Jurrasic Park and some other areas that InGen is branching out too. You may be the key, Harry, to unlocking those secrets," Sir Lockwood stated.

Harry figured he would have to act the lab rat for the day. He just hoped this wouldn't be that bad or that frequent.

By the time Lockwood called things for dinner, Harry was eager to get out of there. He thought all the times that the students in the great hall would oggle him had been bad, had just barely prepared him for the number of questions he had to answer, never mind the fact that some technicians had come down from the upper labs and taken some vials of blood, all sorts of measurments, where he had to strip down his boxers at one point, refusing to take them off or let anyone touch him except when they drew blood.

All sorts of boxes, sensors and instruments he couldn't even fathom what they did were passed over him. Luckily Lockwood had kept the more exuberant at bay, constantly trying to assure Harry this was all normal.

By the time he was allowed to get dressed again, he had to supress a shudder and the urge to grab his wand. The only time he did snap was when Dr Gim tried to grab his wand. Harry struck her hand away and backed up. "Don't grab for that," Harry yelled.

She looked taken back and most in the lab looked up.

The woman shook her hand. "You hit me!"

"You were grabbing for my wand," he snarled back, having had enough.

"We were told we could do whatever we needed," she shot back at him. Harry took another step back, afraid he might punch the woman if she was any more rude. Ericks came up behind him, putting a hand on Harry's shoulder.

"Sir, Lockwood, I think that enough for the day," his guard said.

"I need to do reading on that wood," Dr Gim complained. "There is something in it."

Harry put a hand over his holster. "It's a phoenix feather, like I already told you ten times."

"Alright, I think that enough for today," Lockwood said stepping up to them. He looked at his watch. "It's a little after five. Let's call it night. I'll have a staff meeting at eight tonight to go over things. Harry, would ten tomorrow morning be good to meet with you again?"

"Sure," Harry snapped at the man. Sir Lockwood had been nothing but nice, making him feel a little guilty at the disappointed look he got back. Harry took in a deep breath. "Ten will be fine, Sir Lockwood."

The man nodded. "I'll see you Hammond's bungalow at six-thirty," Lockwood said.

Harry nodded, not wanting to make any more snappy comment to the man. Dr Gim looked less than pleased.

Walking out of the lab, Harry huffed and took off towards the lift. Ericks used his badge to open it and followed Harry as he stalked out. He charged through the atrium and was about to bash through the doors when a girls voice said, " I rarely see people that upset when they get done with daddy."

Harry whirled around to find Charlotte sitting on the stairs. Letting out a long breath, Harry tried to put on a happy face but only managed a grimace. "Oh, it's been a great day," the sarcasm not being able to be hidden.

She giggled. "Oh, I bet he likes you. Daddy likes it when people are straight and don't look up to his title. He doesn't like rude people though."

Charlotte got us and walked over to him. Harry snorted. "Well, we have something in common there."

"Are you heading over to Uncle John's place?" she asked.

"I was going for a walk. Your father said six-thirty," Harry told her, looking at the watch on his wrist.

"Can I come with you? I'm bored," she told him.

"I thought you were with Dr Wu?" Harry asked her.

"I love seeing the hatchlings and eggs, but none of them ae hatching right now and there are no hatchlings in the centre," she told him.

Harry put a hand on the back of his neck. "Oh. Would your dad be alright if you just took off with me?"

She gave him a bright smile. "It's not like we can go far."

"Oh, right."

Feeling a little calmer, Harry opened the door and Charlotte walked primly out, waiting for Harry and Ericks to join her. Putting her hands behind her back, she fell in step besides him. "Where are you going?"

"The overlook. I haven't been there yet," he told her.

"That is always a nice spot. Too bad you can only look down into the valley from there. I hear they are finally going to take Romilda to the island next week."

"Romilda?"

"The largest of the tyrannosaurs on Isla Sorna. Daddy is going to let me go over there tomorrow with Dr Wu. The labs there are much larger," she informed him.

"Muldoon says its where the original cloning was done," he offered.

"Yeah. All the new species are kept there for observation and study before being released over here. I've been there three times now," she told him.

"What other dinosaurs are over there?" Harry asked.

"I'm not supposed to say," she said as though just remembering that.

Harry laughed. "Great. I get poked, prodded and asked a million questions and now I am being teased. Can this day get any better?"

"I wasn't trying to tease you," Charlotte replied hotly.

Harry shook his head. "That was still teasing," he shot back.

Charlotte stuck her tongue out him. Then she looked around. "Don't let Daddy know I did that."

Harry chuckled. "I think I can keep a secret."

She looked a little relieved. "I'm supposed to be acting more like a young lady. That's so dry though."

Harry was liking her. They made it down the walkway and up the steps to a high platform that was treetop level. From there, they could see the entire valley. "Woah," Harry said. "This is even better than Mr. Hammonds."

"I think so too. I'm hoping I can go down into the valley before we go on Monday," she told him.

"Muldoon took be down to the triceratops yesterday. It sounds like a cave breathing when you put your head to them," he said, a smile coming to his face.

"You were allowed to get close enough to touch them?" Charlotte queried with big eyes.

"Yeah. It was like...," he cut off, thinking he should say like touching a dragon.

"It was like what?"

Harry took a moment. "Like nothing I've ever felt," Harry replied.

She regarded him for a moment. "How old are you?"

"Just about sixteen," he answered. Her face fell some.

"Oh. I just turned thirteen," she told him. Then her face lit up again. "I've been able to touch most of the dinosaurs when they are still babies. Did you know they are a little slimey when they first come out?"

Harry shook his head, and spent a half hour listening to everything Charlotte knew about dinosaurs, DNA and how she wanted to make dinosaurs when she got older.

-oOo-

March 23, 1993

Isla Nublar, Costa Rica

Harry was shielding his eyes as the sound of a large helicopter echoed off the mountains around them. Muldoon had allowed Harry to come along and watch Romilda be let loose in the paddock. He still found that funny that Charlotte had called her that one day when she had visited with her father and the name stuck. Having the crazy-about-dinosaurs and how to make them girl around for three days had been good for him. She was a happy person and someone that didn't look at Harry as anything but him. Most people here did.

Actually, in the week-and-a-half he had been here now, not once had it come up that he was known as the boy-who-lived, or that he had defeated Voldemort or any of the things he had hated about the Wizarding world. The longer he was here, the more Harry was starting to think that either there were no other wizards or he was protected here.

"Here it comes. You are to stay on the jeep. If anything goes wrong, Umbridge will get you back to the visitor compound," Muldoon said.

"Are you expecting it to go wrong?" Harry asked.

"Let's just say that we are still learning now to handle all these animals and accidents have happened," Muldoon replied. As the large twin rotor helicopter came into view, Muldoon moved towards the team of fifteen people by the large gates that led into the paddock. The hum of the electricity through the wires was unmistakable, as were the signs saying that 10,000 Volts ran through them. Harry had no concept as to how much electricity it was, but had a healthy respect it had to be quite a bit to hold back the large dinosaurs.

A cage dangled below the helicopter, and as it got closer, Harry thought the machine sounded labored by the weight of the cage and the animal in it.

He watched in rapped attention as the helicopter came down and men took ropes to guide the huge cage onto a cement pad with some rails on it. The cage had to be double the height of the men.

More importantly, Harry could see the huge sleeping bulk of the king of dinosaurs. Well, he guessed, she was Queen actually. Looking between the giant animal and the men beside the cage, Harry had no problem believing that it could just about swallow a man whole. It was about the size of the ridgeback he had to face almost two year ago... well, next year actually...

This whole time thing was a little confusing at times.

They aligned the cage on the tracks, took off the wires that helicopter had used, then moved the cage forward. Even from this distance, he heard the solid cluncks as the locks grabbed the cage.

"They had to add those locks after they had an issue with a velociraptor trying to escape," Yvonne said.

"Did it?" Harry asked.

"Not that time, but it scared a lot of people," she commented.

They watched a man put a pole through the bars and poke it into the neck of the sleeping giant. Everyone cleared away, standing a good twenty or more feet back. It took a few moments before Romilda stirred. After another minute, she slowly got to her feet, moving as though dazed. She went to stand and hit the top of the cage. He heard some noises from her before the sound of a goat came to his ears.

"They are trying to entice her out. Muldoon says the tranquilizers usually make them hungry and thirsty," Yvonne informed him.

Harry followed her gaze to see a goat tethered to a pole. "They expect a T. Rex to just go and eat the goat from a pole?"

Yvonne snorted. "You sound just like Muldoon and a few of the other veterinarians."

He gave her a questioning look. "If you were a hunter, would you just go up and take something that can't run from you?"

She laughed this time. "Probably not. She's moving," Yvonne nodded her head in the direction of Romilda. Sure enough, she was moving. She moved in way Harry had never pictures such a large animal too. She was graceful. Her steps covered yards worth of distance. More surprisingly was that she seemed to move silently. Her feet lifted and landed rather smootly. He had thought there might be a thud, or a large tremor as she walked, but no. It was like watching the deadliest tiger alive.

"Woah," Harry said, realizing that if he thought the triceratops was like falling in love, he was in love watching Romilda move. The goat started to bleat wildly, as though sensing it's death was near.

Yvonne nodded. "I sure hope they know what they are doing letting something like that near anyone."

"She's beautiful," Harry said, sounding like Hagrid with any dragon he saw. Harry had the insane notion he should be scared out of his mind, but he was anything but.

Yvonne laughed, then cringed as Romilda nudged the panicking goat before bitting it, half of it falling to the ground as she lifted her head. After finishing the carcass, she walked over to a large pool of water. It was a few moments before she stood, shook herself off and the gates finally closed behind her. Turning, she saw the men releasing locks on her cage. As though aggravated at the ants that had disturbed her, she threw her head forward and roared. It was loud and exclaimed she was the queen.

Yvonne tensed.

Harry's face was in a huge smile. "Wicked."