Harry Potter of Atlantis.
Chapter 4.
4 Privet Drive, Surrey.
Harry Potter stood with his head in an assembler, using all his focus on his task. His eyes went through the blue prints while his very will used the power of the assembler to create his project.
This was his second attempt at the assembler; the first was to create a spare Invisible armband for Hermione. After he felt he got it down, he went to do his next project.
6 hours after he began, Harry stood back and collapsed in a chair, exhausted. The side effect of using the assembler himself instead of one of the workers was that it left him mentally exhausted. He looked up at his accomplishment, a glowing yellowish crystal stood suspended in the air in front of him.
Harry Potter had created his ZPM.
After spending an additional 2 weeks doing nothing but study the ZPM, he had achieved an understanding of how it worked. He thanked the ancient knowledge in his head for making things clearer.
Now that it was done, Harry had no idea what he was going to use it for. He just wanted to see what if he could make one. He stood up and took the ZPM and put it in storage, next to the philosopher's stone, under heavy security.
He left the trunk and went to shower; afterward he went downstairs for a snack, nodding to his uncle. His family had been somewhat kind to him this summer. While they mutually didn't like each other, and it was very tempting for his uncle hit him, Harry had headed that off at the pass. He paid his uncle and family to leave him alone, he knew that all they cared about was money, and that he had plenty of.
After his snack, Harry opened up a piece of parchment and wrote a letter to Gringotts, he had questions that he wanted answered. After sending it off with Hedwig, he laid down on his bed for a short nap.
Dream land.
Harry stood on a balcony overlooking a large city. Harry looked up and saw a giant bubble shield that covered the city. As he looked around he saw that they city was massive, even bigger than the projection of Atlantis that was in his trunk. One half of the city was a giant yellowish bubble that was partially opened. Upon closer examination, Harry could see several ships under construction.
"It's a shipyard." He said.
He walked inside and noticed that he was in what appeared to be a central tower, exactly like the one in his trunk. The control room was the same, but all the consoles were covered in white sheets, and the screens were blank. He wondered where he was, he walked further inside and encountered a circular room, much like the one he used to talk with the Holograms in. he walked over to the consol and activated it, and a different woman appeared, this one with fiery red hair and startling green eyes.
"Mother." Said Harry in awe.
She was dressed in white robes like Malia, and she seemed to be a little younger then when she was alive.
"Welcome to Avalon." She said.
Exit dream land.
Harry woke with a start.
"It's the same damn dream. I've had it for weeks, what does it mean?" he asked himself.
He got up and looked at his clock; he noticed that it was 4 hours since he fell asleep.
He put his glasses back on when he noticed some movement. Grabbing his wand, he stood and spoke.
"Who's there? Show yourself or I will be forced to use lethal force to defend myself." He said.
"Please don't hurt me Mr. Harry Potter sir, Dobby means you no harm." Said a voice.
Harry turned on his bedroom light to see a small green creature with large ears and big round eyes, wearing a pillow case as a shirt standing in front of him.
"Who the hell are you?" he asked.
"My name is Dobby sir, I come to speak, its important Harry Potter sir." Said the elf.
"Well then talk." Said an impatient Harry.
"Dobby has come to warn you, you must not go back to Hogwarts sir, it be dangerous." Said the elf.
"Why?" asked Harry.
"I can't tell, I get in trouble. Just please, don't go. Don't make Dobby do something you regret." Pleaded the elf.
With that the elf left, leaving a very confused Harry behind.
After standing there for a moment, Harry was wondering if he had finally lost his mind. He heard a tapping sound and saw Hedwig waiting impatiently. Deciding to put the question of his sanity aside, he opened the window to let her in. after taking the letter he gave her some treats and water, which made her happy.
He opened the letter to read.
Dear Mr. Potter.
I have received your request for a meeting and am willing to meet. I will apperate into your bedroom at 10 am tomorrow morning, please be prepared.
Goldriver.
Nodding at the letter, Harry folded it and put it away. He went back to bed to fall asleep in preparation for tomorrow
9:59 am, next day.
Harry sat on his bed dressed in a charcoal gray suite with white shirt and grey tie. He had used the assembler to make it for him; it certainly had its uses he thought with a smile.
At exactly 10, Goldriver made his appearance; he and Harry shook hands before he conjured a chair to sit in.
"Now Harry, what is it I can help you with?" he asked.
"Well, I've been doing some serious thinking ever since Voldemort's sprit attacked during last term. I believe that Voldemort will be trying to find a way to revive himself, and when he does he's going to want to form an army and re-start the war. I want to be prepared and beat him to the punch; I need your help in securing my own army." Said Harry.
Goldriver nodded, he would most certainly report this to the high council for they would be interested in knowing about Harry's early preparations for war.
"Are there any specifications of what you would like?" he asked.
Harry thought for a second and said, "I want the best, I want people who will be loyal and won't betray me because they got a higher price. If they are currently in the military then maybe we can find a way to get them to my side. Muggle military is preferred, because my research has shown that they are far more experienced in war fare then wizards."
Goldriver took notes, eager for the challenge ahead.
"Anything else?" he asked.
"Yes, I find that I need a base of operations, and after doing research I believe it would be best if it was mobile so that it can't be tracked so easily. I did some research on my own and found that the former USSR is willing to sell off its military technology, see what is available." Said Harry.
Goldriver wrote that down, and then looked at Harry to continue.
"That's all for military purposes. There is something else I wish to talk about. I have recently come into possession of the Sorcerer's stone and I was wondering about that gold aspect of it?" he said.
Goldriver eyes lit up as Harry finished, "having such an item would be very valuable. You could make as much gold as you wish which would make you a very wealthy individual. You could sell the gold to the ministry to make into galleons, which would then give you nothing but profit. You could sell gold to us as well, or you could just stockpile it, the possibilities are endless."
Harry's eyes lit up, oh yeah, he was going to be even more loaded.
"If I gave you the stone, can I trust you with the gold aspect, and to not use the elixir of life, ever?" Asked Harry.
Goldriver nodded, "I can."
Harry nodded, "good, I will give you the stone hen the meeting is over, and of course for every massive amount of gold I get, you can get a 20 percent commission."
Goldriver smiled a toothy smile, "done deal. I will not fail."
After shaking hands with Goldriver, Harry went into his trunk and retrieved the stone, he gave it to the goblin and he left to get the business done. Suddenly finding himself bored, Harry went into his trunk and went into the magical training room when Malia appeared.
"What is your desire?" she asked.
"I wish to learn offensive spells, from 2nd year to 7th in order of difficulty." Said Harry.
He was going to practice hard and master as much as possible, especially with Voldemort loose he needs all the ammunition as he can get.
It was three days later that uncle Vernon had some clients for a business dinner that Dobby made another appearance. Harry was sitting in his room reading a magazine when he heard the pop.
"Have you considered my request Harry Potter sir?" asked the elf.
"I have considered your request Dobby and I have decided to go back to Hogwarts." Said Harry, who really didn't consider the request.
Dobby shook his head, "then I am's sorry for doing this sir, but it must be done."
The elf popped away, and Harry, feeling the need to go downstairs did. He was just in time to watch as the bowl of pudding splattered all over the wife of Mr. Grayson.
She shrieked as the man yelled, "what is the meaning of this?"
Harry, deciding it would be best to lie and save his uncle, and himself, spoke.
"I'm sorry sir, I tripped. I was trying to be a polite gentleman and serve you dessert, but my leg acted up and I tripped. You see sir, I suffer from a disorder that makes my legs unstable, it is extremely hard for me to get around sir, please forgive me." He said with puppy eyes.
The faces of Mr. and Mrs. Grayson softened as the woman spoke, "that's ok dearly, you didn't mean to. I didn't like this dress anyway. A child with such a disorder shouldn't be carrying things anyway; you just sit down while I go clean myself."
Harry tried hard not to smirk at his masterful performance, oh yeah, he ruled.
Ignoring the looks of surprise from his family, Harry stood and spoke, "I'm sorry sir, I'm feeling tired, I need to go sleep for it takes a lot of energy to walk."
Mr. Grayson nodded, even going so far as to help Harry up to his room before walking back downstairs.
When Harry closed his door, he saw an owl on the window sill. He opened it and it dropped a letter onto his bed before flying off. Wondering what it was about, he opened it and read.
Dear Mr. Potter.
We have recently detected a use of underage magic on your household and I must inform you that you have broken the restricted use of magic for minors. This is your only warning, for the next time could mean expulsion from Hogwarts.
Sincerely,
Mafalda Hopkirt.
Harry was not pleased, not at all. That damn house elf had gotten him in trouble, he promised payback, for Harry always gets even.
September 1st.
Harry was dropped off at the station early by his uncle, who had business to attend to, so he decided to wait around in the hopes of seeing Hermione.
They hadn't written each other over the summer, which wasn't surprising, seeing as how he was busy with learning technology and magic, and knowing she was busy making starship plans.
Harry shook his head, her obsession was unhealthy.
"Harry!" called a voice.
He looked up to see Hermione walking over with his parents. Harry shook the hands of her parents, all the while being polite, and actually meaning it.
"Harry, my boy, how are you?" asked Mr. Granger.
"I'm good, yourself?" replied Harry.
After a few moments of small talk, the grangers left Hermione with Harry, feeling secure in the fact that they can board the train themselves.
Deciding to get a seat early, they walked up to the barrier and Harry pushed his hand against it, only to be met with solid wall.
He frowned, "why is it solid, it's not supposed to be like this."
Confused, Hermione walked up and tried the same thing, only to meet eh same result.
"Maybe we should wait, see if anyone else has trouble." She suggested.
Nodding, they walked back aways, watching to see what happens.
They watched for 15 minutes, and they watched as the Weasleys walked up and through the wall.
Convinced it's now working, they walked up and Harry is met with solid force yet again.
"This isn't making sense, why is it not working for us?" he said frustrated.
"Maybe we should use an alternate means of travel Harry, because it's obvious we are going to miss the train." Said Hermione.
"What do you suggest?" asked Harry.
When Hermione smiled, he knew he was in trouble.
They walked into an alley and after making sure n one was around, he climbed into his trunk and went to the hanger bay. He found one of the ships and pressed the rune that would allow it to shrink. Once it was shrunk, he put it into his pocket and climbed back out.
He enlarged the ship and climbed in with Hermione while making the ship enter stealth mode, making it invisible to radar and eye sight.
He sat down in the pilot seat while Hermione looked like she was about to wet herself in happiness.
"oooh, I can't wait to fly. This is going to be fun. I mean I know all about it, I studied it in depth during the last year. Hurry up Harry, fly it." She rushed out in a single breath.
Harry chuckled and did as he was told. The ship responded to his mental commands and it rose up into the sky. He then had the ship display a map and he flew north towards Scotland.
In a matter of 15 minutes they arrived at the gates of Hogwarts.
They would have been there sooner but Harry had gotten lost, something which Hermione had constantly reminded him.
After landing, he shrunk the ship and put it back into the hanger bay of his trunk. He and Hermione then walked into the great hall only to find it empty save the staff table. The teachers looked up in surprise when Dumbledore approached them.
"You two are early, may I ask why you decided not to take the train?" he said kindly.
Harry and Hermione then explained about how the barrier wouldn't let them through, so they took an alternate means of travel.
Dumbledore looked confused, for it was unheard of for the barrier to be solid.
"Well, this bears some investigation. How about you two take your things up to your rooms and get settled in, the train isn't due to arrive for another couple hours." He said.
They nodded and took their trunks up to their common room.
Once they were done, they met in the common room and sat next to each other on the couch.
"So Harry, how was your summer?" she asked.
"Oh, it was great. I met with my account manager; he and I are going to put that stone to very good use. Also, I mastered the ZPM." He said proudly.
"Oh Harry, that's great! You mastered the ZPM, what else did you do?" she asked with excitement.
"Well, when I met my account manager, I asked him to help me recruit an army, no doubt Voldemort will try to regain his body, and when he does he will get his followers together. I want to be ready, for when he does, I'm taking him down permanently." Harry said seriously.
Hermione nodded, then brightened up when Harry asked about her summer.
"Well, we went to France for a few weeks. Other then that, spent time going over ideas for star ships, but before I finalize anything, I want to ask you something." she said.
Harry nodded and she continued, "Well, I remember going over you database last year, and I came across some data about an ancient known as Janus. He developed a time machine that would allow us to go to the future and the past. I was wondering if we could do that?"
"no." said Harry.
"ah come on, it won't be that bad, I just want to go a few years into the future and see some Television shows and look at the spaceships from them. We will even use the armbands to stay invisible while we get the data. I mean I need variety, all we have is star trek, and that's not much information." She said with her puppy eyes.
Harry looked into them, and crumpled, "I'll think about it."
After that, they went to the great hall just as the students were arriving.
During the dinner, the school was formally introduced o Lockhart, though Harry already knew him though from Diagon Ally.
Flashback.
Harry was walking through the ally; he had managed to get his vault manager to arrange transportation to the ally.
He had entered the bookstore after purchasing all his supplies. When he entered the bookstore, he saw a large line with multiple people, mostly female.
They were squealing about something named Lockhart. He looked at his booklist and saw that all the defense books were written by Lockhart. He moved his way to the front of the line, so he could gather his books when he heard a shout.
"My gods its Harry potter!"
Harry groaned, he was not going to like this.
Suddenly he found himself in the front of the store having his picture taken with a man who put greater value on his looks than anything else.
Before Harry knew what was going on he was outside the store with free autograph books and a single thought, "What the hell?"
End flashback.
Harry looked at the head table and had to squelch the urged the puke.
After the feast, Harry sat down in the common room for the mandatory meeting of the Leaders of Ravenclaw.
"Attention, attention, let the meeting begin." Said Samantha Parker, the new president.
"Well, now that we are all here, let's begin. The first and most important part of the meeting is Slytherin. Any suggestions as how we handle the situation of them against us?" she asked.
Harry stood and spoke, "let's have them make the first move, that way we'll know if they think we are still a threat. If they deem us a threat, we can retaliate in kind."
Parker nodded, and the meeting went on, Harry tuned most of it out. When it was over he went upstairs and fell asleep.
A/N: this chapter has set the beginnings for an adventurous future. Harry knows about Voldemorts possible return, and he intends to be prepared.
Also on a side note, someone sent me a PM or review with the idea of seing old soviet technology in Harry's hands. I forgot whose idea it was, so if your reading this, please send me a PM and I will give you credit.
Also, I want to start a poll. The poll is this.
Should Harry and Hermione build a time machine and come to the future for ship designs?
The outcome will decde what I do next.
Till next, see ya.