Chapter 4
Harry Potter walked with Marie beside him through the streets of the city. They were on Sol 3 in the Mutter's Spiral. Earth, as it was known to its inhabitants.
He was here looking for texts concerning the Great Old Ones and Apeiron. He had read that several texts had been drawn to Earth throughout the ages and a great many texts had been written concerning them.
He had recovered pieces of one such work from the wreck of what appeared to be a ship built to escape solar flares.
He, or rather they, he with Marie's assistance tracked a piece back through its own timeline, which was more complicated than it had first appeared. It seemed the book had had a variety of interactions throughout its existence. There were various temporal encounters that had thrown off his analysis.
Here in the island state of England, in the populous area of London he'd found a point where nothing had interacted with it for at least 30 Earth years.
Simply finding the book had been difficult, it seemed this city was riddled with time distortion, Artron energy fluctuations, meta-temporal crises and a variety of other energies that meant that just landing within the city was difficult. Getting a precise coordinate lock was almost impossible.
Marie had stated that she had something in her memory banks, a whisper of a memory of her time in her other universe that the London there had similar issues.
Harry had mused there might be a temporal fault line through the city that drew out these energies and other things towards it.
But he didn't have any evidence to back these assumptions up, only what his Time Lord senses suggested.
Eventually it had taken some time to find a place to materialise close enough to the site that the book was located within. But, after landing he had checked to see it they could dematerialise again and; no. It seemed that once they were down it would have taken a massive re-callibration of Marie's systems to leave again. The more simple solution was just to walk out of the area.
Marie had not been pleased with this solution. It seemed to Harry she wanted to beat whatever it was that was preventing her from dematerialising, rather than just re-route around the problem.
Harry patted the notebook inside his coat pocket. He had found the book in what was termed a "gentlemen's club", he had gained entry through some simple mental manipulation of the individual at the entrance point near the door. Once inside the male individuals seemed oblivious to his presence, only one remarked at his age. Which he presumed his outward appearance rather than his time spent living. With regard to the latter he was older than all the men in the room.
He had found the book and taken his notes from it. He knew, having seen pieces of the book much later in the book's timeline that he could not take the book away with him.
In theory he could, as long as he returned it the the same time space location as he removed it from. But the possibilities of disruption, even removing it from where it lay now were too vast in his opinion.
Although, he was curious about how the book went from this club library room to be in pieces in a wrecked spacecraft. The spacecraft he had managed to discern had never contained the full book. Which meant it had come to be wasted elsewhere in its timestream.
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It was as they walked along the quiet road with only the noise of mammal drawn carriages in the distance that he heard it.
Whipping around to look he seemed to surprise Marie who noticed the sound only a point two of a microspan after him. But that in itself was notable. Though Harry mused as the sky lit up orange and a wave of heat passed down the road they were standing on, it could have been related to the various energies around this city.
Then people started screaming and running away in terror.
Harry remained, curious as to what would so terrify the humans that were running.
It was then that he saw it a creature; larger than a vortisaur, it had dark green scales like that of a reptile and huge wings just like a vortisaur.
He heard one of the fleeing humans call it a "dragon", it was a name that spoke of mythology, and their fear indicated it was something they had not seen or thought they would encounter. But it did not appear to be a race memory reaction, their reaction was different, terror and disbelief at what was before them, their minds almost rejecting this creature that they did not understand.
Harry ignored the humans fleeing around him; walking out into the middle of the thoroughfare to gain a better perspective on the creature. Marie remained on the path beside the buildings.
In the gloom of night he could see two figures sitting atop the dragon, riding it seemingly gleefully.
They seemed to be holding energy weapons of some sort and at random intervals energies of bright colours flaring and flashing down on the buildings and people below them.
Harry focused, he could feel along the psychic wavelengths discharges; energies pulsing out around him.
Then Harry realised he had paused in thought for a moment too long and the two riders had turned their attentions to him; as he was the only individual stood still, watching them.
They both readied their weapons and Harry saw the energies flow and fly out.
It was fascinating to watch the energies that seemed to be of the environment and yet influenced by some unknown psychic force coalesce and form through the air.
There were two distinct yet focused beams; both were aimed directly at him.
Harry thought for point one of a microspan, barely a heart's beat on the various texts he'd read of psychic transference. But most that he'd consulted recently had been on the subject of tele-psychic transference that he'd experienced with the Corsair and not with projected energy force via psychic transference.
Although, Harry considered as he held up a hand, concentrating on the energy matrices around him; while dangerous it was possible to construct block transfer computations in your mind and project them telepathically against a receptacle. He knew of clubs where those at the Academy tried such things, usually resulting in injury and sometimes regeneration.
Here though there was no time to construct even the most basic form of computation.
Instead he focused on the ideas around him and allowed the energies present in the environment to conjure and manifest themselves. He focused on deflecting and shielding himself from the energies coming towards him. He focused his psychic abilities on it; feeling his heart beat increase and several hormones and neurotransmitters become active in his body in response to the stress he was placing it under.
Then the energies connected with the barrier he had managed to form, deflecting away parting and impacting with some force on the buildings beside him.
This action seemed to surprise the riders who seemed to pause in their destruction, merely hovering the dragon. But then they continued.
Harry took a step backward, breathing in the heavily scented night air, smelling the mammals' excrement on the ground and the carbon sulphur particulates in the air around him. It was then that he felt an arrival, different yet familiar to his and the Corsair's travel.
Through the air he saw wisps of smoke and light moving fast and without any obvious signs of propulsion then they hit the ground and formed into beings, also holding similar items like those that attempted malice on him.
Some form of energy weapons.
"Black get any of the injured muggles away from here." Said a human darkened red hair, in the firelight it seemed to accentuate its colouring, the cause of the firelight Harry realised was due to the diversion of the energies directed at him and deflected by him.
"That was some serious work there. Saw it from down there." He gestured much further down the road." Then the dragon seemed to return to its path of destruction, roaring and breathing fire. Whatever was said by the man was cut off. "...Weasley." Harry suspected that was the individual's name.
He replied with his. "Harry..." Anything more was muffled by a scream and shout as one of the humans that remained on the street was hit by the riders with their energy weapons. It seemed the man who was hit by the weapon seemed locked in a scream and then his bones separated from his body.
Harry could just make out laughter from above.
"You should get out of here, we should be able to deal with this Harry." Wealsey said as he called over to the others.
"I think-" Harry paused, knowing that he was about to interfere with events here. Breaking one of Gallifrey's laws. Arguably he and Marie had already done so just being here, but it would be viewed as a minor offence, or even exempt from law, given they were here for research and merely passed by this interaction. But here he was considering to interfere. But he had already interacted with these beings and could not allow the suffering and random acts of violence these people were committing here to continue while he could do something.
He knew that the small staser he had with him would do nothing against such a sized beast or be accurate against the riders.
"Marie!" He shouted.
Weasley who looked over at his shout seemed at this moment only to realise that Marie was present on the street.
"Who are you?" He looked strangely at her, seemingly something registering in his mind. "You're..." He paused and seemed to have a lexical gap, unable to produce or even form any language to describe what was before him. Which was interesting, but something, Harry thought would need to be investigated at a later date.
"Staser rifle." He said. He had seen them within Marie's armoury and knew they were rated for the distances involved. He also knew they were powerful enough to be relatively effective against vortisaurs.
Not that he knew of them ever being used like that, but he had read several essays and studies of Gallifreyan weaponry both recent and past as part of his studies in the Academy. It was a subject his brother seemed to actively avoid.
From within her dimensions and to the outside world from within her coat she handed him a large rifle version of his staser.
"Will removing the riders control the dragon?" He asked but Weasley seemed focused on Marie who was watching proceedings curiously. Even the dragon's roar didn't distract him. "Weasley!" Harry shouted and this seemed to snap him out of it.
"What, Harry?" He spared one final look at Marie before returning his attentions not to Harry but the other men and women who were with him.
"Yes." He said after a moment. "What's that, there's no way." He started as Harry took aim looking through the sights.
He had, when he had been at the Academy trialled several of the weapons he had read about. Koschei and Ushas had accompanied him once or twice when he was trialling the weapons. They seemed to find it both fascinating that they could access such weapons and amusing that his brother so vehemently avoided them.
Lining up his shots he squeezed the trigger twice. Two bolts flashed up on the figures and they dropped from the dragon; dead.
Weasley and the others with him started moving in as the dragon lost its riders and seemed to panic. He considered firing again on the creature but did not. It seemed to have been controlled by those being that were riding and raining destruction down from atop.
"Time to leave I think Marie." Harry said as she turned away from where Weasley and his fellows were and opened her arms allowing him access to her internal dimensions.
She dematerialised a moment later.
-/ VV -\\
It wasn't the Cadonwood Forests on Gallifrey, which he loved and missed walking through. But the Eye of Orion was restful, a planet at peace. There was a high bombardment of positive ions in the atmosphere, that had earned the planet a name for being one of the most tranquil places in the universe. Though it was not without its difficulties in landing here. The positive ions in the upper atmosphere altered its permeability to many spacecraft meaning that only TARDIS, travel capsules and some transmats and other matter transmission technology could allow individuals to land here.
That was the information he'd gleaned from Jane's Guide to Retreat Planets. One of many books that he had browsed through while waiting for items to be retrieved from the library archives on Gallifrey during his studies. It was, according to the librarian one of several thousand books that had been purchased from traders who traded goods with Gallifrey.
He had chosen the planet as somewhere to retreat to, to consider his actions on Earth.
The killing of those beings, the energy he experienced, the reaction by Weasley to Marie and his own psychic abilities.
They all were worthy of consideration and he felt distracted wandering the corridors of Marie's dimensions to find somewhere to think and consider.
He had, partly at his brother's insistence been out with the Shobogans and had been hunting with them which was not as much to his brother's tastes and he had also killed a striped pig bears with them.
But these had been sentient beings, who were killing and destroying a civilisation's constructions and other beings unable to defend themselves against their weapons.
He could have remained apart, not interfered, but he made an active choice to interfere. To help Weasley and his fellows who seemed similarly capable as the riders.
Harry leaned against the tree, its dark foliage making him think of Gallifrey where the trees were not like this.
He knew what made him act was not a desire to interfere, not exactly, it was seeing the anguish and destruction wrought by those two individuals.
Looking at the leaves and small rocks around him he focused on one of the larger rocks. Willing with his mind. It slowly rose into the air.
After being on Earth he had felt something awaken within him, perhaps it had been stimulated by his encounter. Hormones and chemicals within his body, forcing a change. Ordinal General Quences had alluded that these changes would come in time. Harry had thought that was to have been when he regenerated for the first time.
He wished again that he could return to Gallifrey, to the House of Lungbarrow to seek council from Ordinal General Quences. About these changes and his actions.
But it was Marie, there was still some evidence of memory spill from her, sometimes when he slept he had images, memories and other sensations from her.
Harry did not believe she was ready to return to Gallifrey.
He was worried what she might do if she was provoked or placed in a situation outside of her control. Even though she stated that her systems were fully operational.
There were small things which weren't at optimum. They were manageable. Drift compensators and other minor things.
Her primary systems were functioning and operational, this included her weapon systems. This was still a portion of her systems he had reservations about.
What he knew of Battle TARDISes he knew that the weapons systems were more of an added feature rather than being as highly integrated as they were with Marie.
Though Marie was not a regular TARDIS operating her weapons was something like a casual interest, as though she was watching the weather rather than firing massively destructive weapons.
Although her reactions and interactions to most things was a neutral tone.
Harry exhaled and let the rock fall gently to the ground.
He had come up here to relax to settle his thoughts.
It had not really allowed him that.
Rather he had sorted his recent experiences in his mind and settled them, but they remained somewhat unanswered.
Standing he walked away from the tree and looked down the slope where he could just make out where Marie stood waiting.
He had hiked for a long while to come up here to get away and think.
Now looking down where Marie was in the clearing he wondered if he could, if he was able to affect a tele-psychic transference from here.
He had barely begun to find the literature on the subject. But what he knew of relied on constructing and knowing the location in his mind. Like some block transfer computations.
He mused looking at the area near Marie and wondered if he could, if he should attempt to do so.
He was sure he had spent some time musing on the concepts as day had turned to twilight before he decided not to attempt anything.
His mind was still somewhat agitated and there were many side effects that could happen; attempting to transport oneself unprepared by psychic energies alone. He knew of many species that encountered problems while perfecting matter transmission technology. Even on early Gallifrey they went through similar problems perfecting it. It was millennia ago, but it was still a problem, like all technology it had its problems.
It was night when he returned to Marie, he just nodded to her as she parted her arms to allow him entry. He dematerialised her before heading for the food machine, hungry from his walk down the mountain and from his thoughts still deep and musing on his recent actions.
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A/N:
The section set on Earth is in the past probably around the 1600s or so. The Weasley who appears is probably related some how to Septimus Weasley. Likewise Black is of the Black family from the same era that this section is likely set.
On the magic side of things apparating. When Harry and the Corsair achieve tele-psychic transference, that's what apparating looks like in the Harry Potter books (and the early films), it's the 'pop' and they're there at a location. When witches or wizards apparate in this story it looks as they do in the laterHarry Potter films. The smoke/cloud rushing sort of affect as described here. I'll hopefully explain it all sooner or later. But basically it's about putting a line between Harry as a Gallifreyan Time Lord and how he (and the Corsair and potentially others) do what they do and how witches and wizards to what they do.