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Blast to the Past
By Jamnaz79
Notice: I do not own Harry Potter. I do not claim nor wish to make any money off of this. I merely enjoy writing in JK Rowlings world. I also do not own Star Trek or claim ownership of anything to do with it.
Harry groaned as he rolled over on the sheets. The sun was just starting to creep in through the window and his head was killing him. It was so bad that he didn't even remember what he was doing last night. His life had been a haze since the fall of Voldemort. He at first wanted nothing to do with anyone. He spent weeks and months keeping away from everyone else wanting to be left alone sulking from the loss and death of so many friends. But after a while he finally decided to go out and get away.
He started to travel visiting places all over the world. He spent three years traveling from place to place around the world. He saw wonders he had never thought he would experience from walking along the Great Wall of China to swimming in the South Pacific Ocean. He stood in the Hagia Sophia and in the ruins of Mayan Temples.
Along the way Harry learned something that Sirius had once told him. He was living but he had never been alive when he was younger. That is not to say he was dead, he simply lived to survive before not to experience life and new things. Now Harry embraced that new philosophy that his deceased godfather had recommended and lived for himself. He also learned to embrace another philosphy of his godfather and love the ladies. He loved them from every shape, size and culture around the world.
That was until the world decide to remind Harry how much of a fucked up place it was. Surprisingly it was not magicals that started the problem. No it was muggles that decided to try their best to end the world.
It seems that during the cold war both sides captured some magicals and experimented on them and genetics in humans. The Chrysalis Project was born. These were a group of genetically engineered humans that decided that they were better than the rest of humanity. It was very familiar in concept for Harry, except this group succeeded far better than Tom ever did.
The children of Chrysalis launched attacks all over Asia and Africa conquering many portions of the continents. They started revolts and started to consolidate power not long after the fall of Voldemort. By the year 2000 the world was in turmoil, wars between the Eugenic nations and normal muggle nations started to come about. The world was in crisis as death tolls were rising.
Harry stopped his trip around the world and came home. But when he did he found something he never had expected. Diagon Alley was destroyed. All of the buildings were shells of their former structures, burnt out and ruined. Gringotts was no longer there. Instead of beautiful white building there was a giant hole as if someone had drop a bunker buster bomb on the entire building. Harry walked to the edge and looked down but it fell deep into darkness. The entire alley was as empty as ghost town. "It is gone, all gone..."
The young man could not take it anymore here, in an instant he disappeared with a crack. Normally an apparation can only take an average a few hundred miles at most. Harry was not the average wizard. He appeared in the middle of Hogsmeade, or at least what was once the only purely wizarding town. The town once held close to five thousand witches and wizards. It now was empty, doors blasted in to ruins. The place was destroyed, obviously fires had spread over the place but everything was gone.
Harry walked in a daze up past the Honey Dukes and Zonkos shops. He started but stopped himself instead pulling out his broom which he unshrank and leaping onto it. A walk of an hour turned into minutes as he traveled at speeds that would scare the goblin cart driver. But when he reached his destination his heart stopped.
When he last saw Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry it was ruined but going to be rebuilt. Now he saw nothing had changed from that time. No that was not true, it was in even worse shape. All but one of the majestic towers had collapsed down into itself. The grasses were burnt and destroyed from what appeared to be explosions. He could not feel any of the wards in place from the past. Half of the castle was not there at all!
That did not stop him from coming closer to investigate. He zipped through the air towards the ruins. The great double doors were open, knocked down onto the ground. Harry slowed as he maneuvered his broom through the bits of hallway that was open till he found himself before the gargoyle which guarded the Headmaster's office. The creature was blasted apart with bullet holes in the walls around it. Harry jumped down from the broom and flung it over his back with a wandless sticking charm to keep it in place. Then he slowly started to walk up the stairs.
It was strange to walk in a place that held his childhood. This path he had walked so many times in fear or hope. Now he walked it in fear of what he might find. He reached where the Headmaster's door once stood but it too was gone. The room had been ripped apart. The desk was burned out shell of it's former self. The paintings were gone from the room. A few he could see spots where they had been ripped apart from it.
A frown crossed the face of the man as he looked about before he walked over to the side wall and pushed against it. Slowly the place that once held the pensive opened up. Inside he found something he had been looking for. A small pile of the Daily Prophet.
Harry carefully lifted the first one up and looked at the cover.
Magical families disappearing over England, are they leaving?
The second one he flipped over made him frown with concern.
MACUSA Falls to Muggles but Ministry says British are safe!
The third one was opened up right away.
Muggles Attack Platform 9 and ¾ All families lost!
He flipped quickly to the next one.
Ministry of Magic Declares War on Muggles!
The last one was flipped over with a frown as he knew what he would see.
Ministry falls to Muggle might. Magicals should flee the Isles!
For long moments Harry just stared at the papers with a frown. He closed his eyes removing his enchanted glasses before rubbing his forehead. He had one last place to check for, dropping down the paper to the ground he stood up and disappeared again with a crack of magic.
Harry Potter appeared at the one last place that he had considered a home during Summers. He found himself standing in a field next to some swamps. In fact he was standing where only four years before a tent had stood in celebration of a happy marriage for a couple. He remembered how beautiful Luna had looked that night, how pretty Ginny and Hermione both smiled. But now he wants smiling, instead he couldn't help but feel tears run down his cheeks at he looked at a burned out home. It was perhaps at that moment that Harry Potter cracked.
He closed his eyes and a cloak appeared over his shoulders and head causing him to disappear from sight. He slowly pulled out a small stone that always appeared in his pocket. The amber gem was flawless as he raised it up under the moonlight. He swallowed before he spoke words that he hoped to have never have to speak while he lived, "Hermione Jean Granger."
For ten minutes nothing appeared and instead of disappointment Harry felt elated. But his hopes that she had survived was crushed as slowly under the moonlight the shimmering form of his best friend appeared before his eyes. She looked to him much like how he had left her a beautiful young woman ready to face the world, bushy hair smoothed slightly but still wild even after death an brown eyes that filled with emotions even in death. "Harry... I knew you would come..."
The young man who had experienced more loss than he ever thought possible swallowed slowly before speaking, "Hermione. I am sorry."
"You have nothing to be sorry for Harry. If you had been here then you would only be with us in the beyond now..." Hermione spoke sadly. "Even you could not have stopped it. They were prepared and ready for everything when they came."
"What happened?" Harry wet his lips before he spoke the question unsure if he really wanted to know.
"They decided that if other special humans were so deadly that they could conquer countries by themselves that we were just as dangerous. People fear what they do not understand and we had given them many things to fear over the past few decades with the wars and Death Eater raids." The shade paused a moment before she continued, "They came after our homes, after the Ministry, they came after everywhere we were. They knew who we were and where we lived to the smallest hedge witch. They had been watching for years and were ready. I was in Hogwarts when it fell Harry. The Ministry had been gone already for weeks but we thought we would be safe there. There was next to nothing that could be done. I do not know if anyone is left all."
"Who started it Hermione?" Harry asked carefully.
"The Government, parliament knew about us and decided that we were a threat to the security of Great Britain. They voted for our people to be captured and registered." Hermione's form flickered slightly before she seemed to close her eyes forcing herself to become filled out more again. "Harry I don't have long. I did learn something in the beyond. Something I should not tell but I must... You are the Master of Death once you put together the Hallows. The Veil, it is not to death but a doorway that the master can unlock. It is the path you can walk to change this. I had my research brought to 12 Grimmauld Place. Harry I must go. Let me go..."
The emerald eyed man forced as much of his power as he could into the stone making for a brief moment Hermione's form solid as a live person. He wrapped his arms around her as she did the same to him. The tear gushed down his face as he felt the coldness of her fake flesh. It was not her, but at the same time for a brief moment it was his best friend, the person he felt was his sister. "Good Hermione. Rest well my dear friend."
As the of shade of Hermione Granger disappeared back to rest. The emerald eyed man closed his eyes tight as he wept. It would be an hour before he move from that spot to disparate to 12 Grimmauld Place. There Harry fell asleep seconds after his head hit the pillow in his old room.
Which brought him to now. His eyes flickered open with a groan at the day. The damn daylight was painful. His lips cracked speaking before he realized what he was saying, "Kreacher."
A pop occurred a moment later before a shriek, "Blood Traitor Master is alive! Kreacher didn't expect Blood Traitor master to live and call for Kreacher!"
A grimace split the lips of Harry from the sound, "Yes, I am alive. Make me some food and tea. I need to think and did Hermione leave something here for me?"
"Yes Blood Traitor Master. mudblood Granger did leave something here for you." Kreacher spoke before he disappeared in a pop to get breakfast going.
"Don't call her a mudblood Kreacher!" Harry yelled to nobody as he got up and pulled some clothing out of his expanded backpack.
He quickly made his way downstairs to stop at the library where he expected Hermione to leave the book. He was not disappointed as on the large black comfy chair that he remembered she used to sit in and read during the summer of their fifth year. His fingertips ran along the cover before which read, 'Time and beyond the grave by Henry Peverell.'
"There is no time like the present." Harry said to himself as he settled into the chair and started to read. He was interrupted by Kreacher popping into the room to settle food on the small table next to him only to disappear again. But the young man never noticed as he continued to read the fascinating book. The book was ancient, written by quill by the hand of one of his own ancestors. It chronicled the fairy tale of the three brothers, how their items of power supposedly came to be and the fact that they were made at the location of the Veil. The belief by the Peverell family that the veil was actually a doorway to the past or future. But none had ever actually tried to enter them as the artifacts were never successfully put together.
Harry read the book three times over the next week going through every piece of information he could figure out. Finally after the third time when he felt he had missed nothing he put it down. A frown crossed as he considered his options. He was in a world that hated his people, his culture was destroyed and nobody he cared for was left. He had nothing left to live for. There was nothing left here to do, except revenge perhaps. But, if he was to take this walk he would need resources. So he started to make a list. It was ironically a short one since he had magic to help him out.
List of items to bring
Library from Black Household
Gold for currency
Essentials (food, clothing, etc)
Potions in case of trouble
storage for items
"Kreacher." Harry spoke out loud and a pop signaled that the old elf was there. He looked up to meet the gaze of the ancient house elf. "Do you know what happened outside?"
"Yes Master, muggles killed them..." The House elf spoke with a bit of craziness in his eyes.
"That they did Kreacher. I want you to do something for me. I want you to check the hole that used to be Gringotts, is the Black Vault still intact. If it is I want you to empty as much of the gold and gems you can into my backpack. If you find any potions in status take them. I want you to also fill any trunks that can be filled from the Potter vault with anything found." Harry requested of the ancient elf.
"Yes Master, Kreacher will do so." The elf disappeared in a pop on his mission.
At the same time Harry stood up concentrating causing his cloak to appear over his body making him disappear from sight before he apparated away. This time he appeared in Surrey, a place he never wanted to return to. Still it was the place he knew that there was a library present that he knew where to find. It took only moments for him to get his bearings and walk over to the library. He walked past muggles, none seeing him under Death's cloak as he walked inside. There he found a book easily enough that detailed the location of military bases in London. Next he went to newspapers which were easily available. He looked them over and found the next parliament meeting would be in 2 days. It should be enough time. After finding what he wanted Harry apparated home.
Two days passed in a blur for Harry. He carefully loaded up every chest he found find with books, gold, and potions. Then shrunk them down till he filled up his handy backpack full of them. It had been hard work for both elf and human but they were ready. "Kreacher, I am going to not be coming back. Do you have any wish?"
"Kreacher has always wanted his head to be mounted on the wall. But, Kreacher now doesn't want that. Muggles killed all of the wizards and elves. Kreacher is the last." The ancient House elf spoke slowly as if a great weight hung on it's shoulders.
"Then I charge you Kreacher to spend the rest of your days harming any muggle that harmed a witch or wizard. You are free to do whatever you like to them till you breath your last breath. The House of Black is yours to use." Harry motioned around the room. Little did he know that he literately set the apocalypse into place for the muggles. Someday that little elf would learn about muggles, he would be patient, smart and careful. He would learn how to steal nuclear codes and with them would start World War III. But, Harry would be long gone by then.
The Last Lord of House Black summoned the cloak of death to cover himself, "Good bye Kreacher and good luck."
Harry appeared outside of the parliament building. He knew that the secession should be in order. So he glanced around then smiled. A quick apparation brought him to the roof of the building. He spotted three guards but they were dropped quickly by stunners. When the area was clear he closed his eyes and concentrated. Into his invisible hand appeared the Elder Wand then he reached out with his magic. He could feel it thrumming through his body. In his years of travel he became far more in tune with it then he ever was when in Britain. After a few minutes he could see in his mind's eye all of the doors and windows to the outside of the building.
It only took a snap of the wrist and his will to have his magic close and lock all of the doors. The second spell too far less control because he simply did not care to control it. See the thing about Fiendfyre is that you must control it through your will. You must end it through your will or a wizard more powerful than yourself. Otherwise it would burn out everything and anything it touched till there was no fuel left for it to use. Harry simply had no reason to care anymore if it ran rampant. He conjured through sheer power a massive phoenix of fiendfyre.
Harry's eyes glowed with power as he looked up at the creature as he spoke, "Destroy them all."
The young man watched as the phoenix flew into the air high over the London skyline before turning to dive downwards towards the building. Harry watched as it crashed into the lower levels of the building sealing the fate of all of the members of Parliament. The wizard stood there for a moment before he apparated away to the Ministry of Magic.
~~~ BttP ~~~
It was surprising to find out that the Ministry was still standing. Harry appeared in next to the fountain. Or at least where the fountain used to be as it was currently destroyed like much of the Ministry. The place was like many of the other magical buildings he had seen, bullet holes, blackened locations from explosions and places where he could feel death. He again unshrunk the broom before heading off towards here there was once elevator.
The invisible man passed by any possible sentries or heat detectors that may have been left. Nothing would be picked up due to the cloak's abilities as Harry flew down the shaft to the chamber of the Veil. It had been years since he had been there but it still caused his skin to crawl. He stopped landing before the ancient doorway shrinking the broom and storing it away.
Harry pulled out the stone into his left hand. His right hand held the famous death stick as the cloak was upon his back. He slowly raised upwards both hands before he spoke, "I give my blood to the gateway."
A flick of the wand caused his left palm to become cut, his blood covered the amber stone before he pressed it against the doorway on the left side. He could see the wavy haze that was the doorway start to glow faintly. He raised his right hand again before speaking, "I give my magic in trust to the doorway."
He pressed the tip of the wand against the right side pillar and pushed his magic through his wand. He could immediately feel a drain. The veil now shook with power filling it from the ritual. Harry spoke loudly over a rumble that started to fill the chamber, "I trust my soul to my families power, may it guide me in passage to when I am needed most."
As soon as the words left his mouth Harry James Potter, last of the bloodline of the Peverell's stepped through the portal into the unknown.
Author Note: something that came to my mind and would not go away till I put it down tonight. I am not certain how much I like it. But it would give me a chance to do a possible anti-muggle harry in a different world. Most likely I would have him appear in the alternate world that he would be able to become Lord Peverell perhaps save a harriet potter from the dementors after 4th year. Any thoughts?