Chapter Edited 21/03/2013
A/N : Hey guys! First of all thank you for your reviews! That makes me really happy that people are interested in Black Hole. ;-) Secondly I wanted to say (like in my profile) that English isn't my first language, and I learned it by myself without teachers, so mistakes are to be expected. And it will be nice of you to point where I make them. But no flames please!
Finally, I changed Harry Potter's prophecy to use it better. And with that I say enjoy! Hope you'll like it!
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Chapter 1: The Voice
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It was like every fiber of his being was torn apart. The pain was unbearable, so unbearable that he was losing consciousness. But before fainting he took in his surroundings: the scenery was changing at an extremely rapid rate, like his was flying through the space and its stars...
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He was hurting everywhere, every inch of his body was in flames, it was like he was using a super dose of skele-gro to regrow every bone he possessed. But even that wasn't enough to describe the pain he was feeling. He tried to open his eyes but that too was painful, still with an ultimate push of his willpower he opened them. And instantaneously regretted it, because the brightness of the day blinded his sensible pupils. With a groan he closed them and tried to remember what has happened. What has happened ? There was the false vision of Sirius, the department of Mysteries, the arrival of death-eaters, and then of the Order of Phoenix. His fight with death-eaters and...and Sirius' and his own fall towards the Veil of Death. Oh no!
Harry opened his eyes and sat down despite the unbearable pain in his limbs. He was in a sort of a room. A white and bare little room. Well not completely bare, as he could see a silhouette standing at the other end of the room, near some metallic bars…oh no a cell !
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"Sirius?" Harry asked not very sure of himself.
"Harry? You are awake !" cried out his god-father with a smile.
"Sirius, is it really you?"
"Yeah pup, it's really me. How do you feel ?"
"I feel like I've been torn apart and reassembled piece by piece." answered Harry with a groan.
"Oh, that bad?"
"Yes, but where are we? Are we dead?"
"Well, if you think it's the after-life you are wrong."
"Why?"
"Because there are no babes massaging me..."
"...wha...Sirius!"
"Hey hey! Only joking! said his godfather after seeing the intense glare send his way. But speaking seriously, we are not in London, hell, we're not even in England..."
"How do you know?"
"Well...ehm...all I've found in the past week.." Sirius began but was interrupted by Harry's cry.
"What? It's been a whole week we are in this place?"
"Hey you know it's rude to interrupt your elders...well as for your question, yes it's been a week now. So where were I..ah yes..as I was saying before you shamelessly interrupted me, all I've found in the past week is that we are on some sort of facility, a science facility to be exact. And that people running this place, well, they are not really people, if you see what I mean."
"No I don't ."
"Duh..well they are not human, they are like..euh..you know, the muggle word : ale..aliens...yeah..aliens. Really freaky if you want to know. With green skin, big black eyes and some sort of beard like thingy which moves by itself. And to not forget they are speaking some sort of super-freaky language."
"How do you know that?"
"Well, when I awoke the first day they came to the cell and began dragging me somewhere. At first I was too exhausted to react, and to say the truth, too freaked out to do anything. But after some time, I was feeling better so I punched one of them, and man that was a punch. The little fellow blacked-out instantaneously." Sirius said with a grin. "But after that stunt they injected me with some sedative and brought me to a room with many sort of muggle stuff. You know like the stuff muggle healers have."
"They're called doctors."
"Then they put me in a bed and restrained me with metallic handcuffs. The following wasn't really pleasant. They made many tests on my body and I couldn't do anything."
"But why are we here? We passed through the Veil of Death, we should be dead, not imprisoned in some strange place."
"Yeah I know. At first I too couldn't fathom any possibility. But with time I came to think that the Veil isn't a door to the after-life, but a door to another world."
"Another world? Sirius we are not in some fiction book! And even if that was a possibility, which is not, what will happen to us? What will happen to my friends? We...we have to find a way home. I...I have to stop Voldemort!"
"We have to go home? Harry, what home are talking about? England is not your home. You're just born there. That's all. And it sure as hell is not my home after all they've done to me. And as for your friends Harry, sorry but someone has to open your eyes, they are not the friends you think they are."
"Why are you saying this? They were my friends since the very first year, and they will be forever! And we have to return!"
"You may return by yourself then. Because I'm not coming. We are in a strange place, imprisoned, I'll give you that, but it's not like we couldn't escape! And I prefer to begin another life with those green freaks than return to that place!"
"But why are you so angry Sirius?"
"Because we are manipulated all the time!"
"Sirius..."
"You know that Dumbledore being the Chef Warlock in the Wizengamot and having all his pretty titles could have stopped my imprisonment and make a real trial with Veritaserum to prove my innocence? But he hadn't even tried in all the 13 years I was in Azkaban! Why do you think? Because me being your godfather, you were under my custody, but locking me in prison made him your legal Guardian. A perfect way to control your life and manipulate you."
"But why would he manipulate me?" asked a bewildered Harry.
"Because of the night when people began calling you the Boy-Who-Lived. You destroyed Vodemort that night, and that showed how powerful you were. And with you growing, your power could only grow with you. So you were a wild card in Albus Dumbledore's plans. And what better than to have that exact wild card under your thumb?"
"I don't understand."
"Harry, the exact reason you were brought to the Department of Mysteries was because of a prophecy concerning Voldemort and yourself."
"Yeah, it broke during the battle."
"Yes but it was only the copy of the original. The original is in Dumbledore's head because he was the one who listened to the prophecy from a Seer. And I know its content because after he showed it to your parents, James shared the information with me. It goes like this: "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ...born as the seventh month dies ... he will be the Dark Lord's equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies."
"S-so I am his equal. And it makes me the only person able to stop him... Sirius, that's another reason to return. If I am really the chosen one, it's my duty to stop the war."
"Humph...your duty Harry, is to make your parents proud, to live a good live, to build a family and all that fluffy stuff. Not fighting wannabe Dark Lords."
"But the prophecy says..."
"Pup, sorry to be so blunt but, do you really feel like someone capable of stopping Voldemort? Yes, you're a hell lot powerful for a teen. But seriously, do you think you can match Voldemort's prowess in magic and his knowledge of the Dark Arts? The night of Voldemort's demise, it was only your power and Lily's ultimate sacrifice that stopped him. You could have matched him if you were trained since your young age, but you weren't trained. Dumbledore deemed it better to let you in the dark for the first eleven years, and then show himself before you like some sort of grandfather figure. A perfectly planed strategy to manipulate you."
"I-I can't believe this Sirius."
"Harry, all the things that happened to you in your life were results of manipulation."
"No! I can't believe that my friends betrayed me!"
"They haven't betrayed you for they were never your friends. Well maybe Hermione was, but Ron and the Weasleys, they were there just for money and fame." Sirius said, but then stopped as if stunned for a second, with his eyes widening. "Now that I think about it, I remember overhearing Molly talking to Ginny at one time in the summer. They were talking about Love potions. For you Harry. And I remember my anger that night! I wanted to inform you about it, but never did... Why? Because Albus Freaking Dumbledore Obliviated me!" the Black exclaimed, now seething. "That bastard! The veil must have done something and unlocked my memories! And don't forget about Ron, he was and will ever be his jealous self, dreaming of your money and fame. And I'm sure Dumbledore promised a part of your fortune to him after you'll be out of the picture. Because that's what he wants. To push you to fight Voldemort unprepared and ultimately lead to your demise."
"No..." said Harry in a whisper. He couldn't believe his godfather, or was it that he didn't want to believe in it. Still, all the things Sirius said were true. He wasn't powerful enough to take on Voldemort. His first eleven years were pure hell. All the things happened to him were planed events to manipulate him, because what normal headmaster would let three first years battle a grown wizard possessed by Voldemort? What normal headmaster would let the Chamber of Secrets fiasco go that far, without finding the culprit? Not even speaking about letting him battle a 60ft Basilisk? And the Tri-Wizards Tournament? A fourteen years old boy against peers three or four years his seniors? Dumbledore was pushing danger after danger on his path, like on a chess board with a pawn. He wanted Harry dead, but every time, the young Potter came out the winner. That thought made him smile. But it rapidly transformed into a scowl.
All this time, he was a pawn on a game of chess played between Dumbledore and Voldemort. But Sirius' and his fall in the Veil was a sucker punch that neither King expected. And that was perfectly fine by him.
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"And you know Harry..." his godfather said, not seeing Harry's mental struggle. "It's not like Dumbledore can't stop Voldemort. Because he can. Even if he is a manipulative bastard he nevertheless is one of the most powerful wizards alive. He can stop the war, but even if he couldn't, for all I care wizarding Britain can burn to the ground." Sirius said with a solemn face. "And I think it's time to stop talking about this matter."
"So, what will we do?" asked Harry with a monotonous voice."
"I...actually...haven't thought about that, well not very deeply anyway."
"In one week, you couldn't even find a proper plan? I thought you were a Marauder.."
"Hey don't be a smart-ass, for your information I was more worried about your health. You were out cold the whole week if you don't remember."
"Can we do magic in this place?" Harry asked hopefully."
"That was a stupid question! Do you really think I wouldn't have tried to bust us out if I could do magic? No, I can't do magic, it's like..like it doesn't even exist.. Scary no?"
"Haven't those green people tested you several times?"
"No, only the first day. And I think once they see that's your awake they'll come to examine you too."
"Sirius, what have you felt when...when we fell through the Veil?"
"Ehm…like I was using a floo, but it was more intense. A little painful too. And you?"
"...Like every inch of my body was torn apart. The pain was unbearable.."
"Oh..." was all Sirius could voice. To say that it was unexpected was an understatement. Why in heaven's name Harry felt that way? "Were you doing anything in particular while falling towards the Veil?"
"I...I pushed every ounce of my magic in my muscles. I thought that, that way I could be quicker and reach you in time."
"Not very stupid of you, if you want to know. To push magic in your muscles is very hard. It's a technique taught to young Aurrors. Well that means that your whole body was saturated with magic. And my, wasn't. That's the only explanation I can think of."
"Yeah, but it doesn't explain why I was feeling this way."
"Don't worry, we will find it one way or another." his godfather said with a comforting smile. "Hey? Do you hear that? I think those green fellows are coming for you pup. Prepare yourself, it will not be pleasant. And Harry, don't do anything reckless."
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And directly after that comment, the door to their cell opened and four green goblin-like beings entered. They wore some strange white tunics, surely the equivalent of doctors' blouses. One of them said something but neither Harry nor Sirius understood the meaning behind that strange language. Finally the one who spoke advanced toward the younger wizard and made some sort of hand gesture to follow him. Harry turned towards his godfather and smiled before following his captors.
The walk wasn't long, and they arrived to a room with many computers and other unknown technology like Sirius described. Sometime after that, he was seated in a sort-of bed like structure, handcuffed. Harry was sure that he saw his captors' surprised expressions caused by his calm behavior, but it was hard to tell with their alien faces.
One of the scientists came and took a blood simple from Harry, that made the young Potter a little angry, because that made him remember how Wormtail used his blood to resurrect his master.
Harry looked to his left and saw how the one who took his blood sample was analyzing it with the computer. After some seconds the green alien cried out and looked at Harry with a mixture of fascination, surprise and...fear? The alien called then his peers to watch the results and together they began to talk excitedly.
Harry wasn't liking it one bit. What have they found about him that fascinated them that much?
Finally the one who tested his blood left the room and Harry was left with three green aliens.
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Jajo Ugu was an extremely smart being. Despite his medium height, green skin and beard like tentacles he found himself quite dashing for a Khil.
And after informing his master of the boy's test results, he would be rich too. Yes! His master would be pleased. After all, who could have thought that the two humans he had found unconscious not far away from the facility would be that interesting!?
Finally after two minutes he arrived before his master's door. And if he could smile it would have certainly been a face splitting one. He knocked on the door. After an approval he opened the door and entered the bureau.
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"Jajo, have you found something of interest in those humans?" - his master Trao Wen asked. A scary looking Zabrak with white tattoos and little horns on his face.
"Yes master. To begin we tested the older one a week ago and we've found some anomalies. So we've waited for the young one to awake so we could test him, to make sure that the older human's anomalies weren't just due to a disease. And we've found that it wasn't."
"What anomaly?"
"Well actually it's anomalies master.. To begin with, their blood isn't like any I've ever seen. Contrary to simple humans their blood contains some healing agent which accelerates their healing factor. Secondly, their muscles are more developed which makes them stronger and quicker than simple humans. And finally the older one has 6,000 midi-chlorians per cell."
"Very interesting indeed Jajo." - his Master said. "And what about the young one's midi-chlorians?"
"Well that's where things get very interesting. And we have even made the test several times, but the result is always the same."
"How much?"
"50,000 midi-chlorians per cell..."
"What? Are-are you sure about this?"
"Yes master. Like I said we tested it several times."
"Impossible..." the stupefied Trao said. To say that he was surprised was the understatement of the millennium. But what to do now? "Does he seem to control the Force?" - the Zabrak asked.
"No master. And to say the truth, I don't even think he knows how much midi-chlorians he has. But he seems strangely calm though. They don't even understand Basic. And that's nearly impossible, which makes them humans from the Wild space. The question is why they are here?"
"Why they are here doesn't interest me. All I want to know is, if I can reproduce this anomaly, or if it will work to clone him. Now go and come back when you have good news."
"Yes master." the scientist said before leaving the bureau.
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It was getting on his nerves. Those green freaks were testing his body for nearly 30 minutes now. Picking, stinging, cutting and hitting him everywhere. Finally his last captor came back, and the sick glint in his black eyes wasn't comforting at all. He was like those crazy scientists in Dudley's movies. The green alien told something to his others peers and together they began working on computers. And Harry began to hope that his session of torture was coming to an end. But when was the last time his life was that simple?
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The four scientists approached him and began sticking him with strange metallic needles connected to a computer. The needles began giving him electric shocks. At first it was just a little stinging sensation, but after some time the intensity of the shock reached his pain resistance limits and despite of not wanting to show any weakness to his captor he couldn't stop the silent cry of pain that escaped him. Harry tightened his hands into fists and his knuckles began to go white. Another cry of pain escaped him but his captor weren't stopping the test. They were behaving like they hadn't heard him, or was it that they just didn't care? It was the later, because suddenly one of the scientists pushed a button and the shock intensity increased even more, reaching unbearable heights. The young wizard began trashing violently and screaming with all his might. The Crucio couldn't even compare to the pain he was feeling. And to know that he couldn't do a thing to stop it was adding anguish to his already unbearable torture. Why couldn't he live a normal life?
Why couldn't he ever protect himself? Why couldn't he ever make any decisions for himself? And why in Merlin's name did he let the others decide of his fate? Why? He was angry, so very angry! He wanted to destroy everything and wanted to make his captors feel the pain he was feeling. His cries stopped.
And he was so livid that he didn't see the growing fear on the four aliens' faces and the growing blue-violet energy around his body.
All he saw was the blind red rage. Suddenly, Harry heard a voice in his head. A calm and comforting woman's voice, saying the two words he needed to hear: "Destroy them..."
With a war cry, Harry exploded with energy creating a violet wave that destroyed and disintegrated everything and everyone in the radius of two hundred yards. But he wasn't lucky enough to see his handy work because he passed out and fell to the ground in the small crater he created.
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Alarms were making noise everywhere in the science facility. And Trao Wen couldn't understand what was going on. What was that explosion? Were they under attack? If it was the case and the Republic has found about his illegal studies, it was in his best interest leave this place, the others be damned! But if it wasn't an attack? No! He couldn't take the risk. He should leave while taking the products of his researches.
And that was exactly what he did. After rapidly taking the pad with all the results of his tests he ran towards the barn with the spaceships.
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After waiting for a long time for Harry's return, Sirius began to panic. What was taking them so much? What were they doing to hi-...
But an explosion shook the building and before the wizard could think of anything, the door of his cell opened by itself.
"What the-..."
No! Right now wasn't the time to ponder on those things; he was freed and could go deliver his godson. Sirius left the room and watched the other cells, they too were opened. A system deficiency maybe? Well, good! That way the other prisoners could spread havoc in the facility and it will be easier to slip unnoticed.
"I'm coming Harry! Just wait a little bit." Sirius said before dashing toward the room he knew the young Potter to be.
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Two hundred yards before the said room he stopped in his tracks. No... Everything was destroyed around. Like an explosion caused it. And by the looks of it, the room was the epicenter of the explosion. No, Harry! You have to be alive! thought Sirius before running towards the center. There lied Harry James Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. Alive and breathing. Oh how fitting was his title…
Sirius put his hand under his godson and lifted him in his arms. Looking around, and not really knowing where to go Sirius quickly began backtracking to the cell. Maybe he would meet some escaping prisoners.
The walk back was quicker, certainly because of the stress. Finally he saw the other prisoners. They were all aliens and didn't seem very friendly. Well, it wasn't like he could ask for help; they were all talking a strange language. All he could do was to follow them and get away from this place.
Walking behind some strange big furry being he arrived in a giant room with many other test subjects which were boarding some strange ship like things. Some of those ships were leaving by...by flying away! How could those big things fly? There were no magic in this place, because he couldn't sense any, so how in Merlin's beard could they fly? Well, to say the truth it didn't really matter, what he needed was to find a way to leave this place but controlling those...things, wasn't an option. He needed someone's help. And quick.
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Fortunately for the two wizards, Luck was on their side. Because one of the prisoners approached them, and this time he wasn't some strange creature but a human. Yes, a grim looking man approached Sirius and stopped just four feet away. He said something but the wizard couldn't understand, so the man explained with hand gestures, to follow him quickly and that he was a friend. How he understood the meanings of those hand gestures Sirius didn't know but it wasn't important. So with a nod Sirius followed the stranger in one of the strange ships. And to say the ship was strange was an understatement. There were screens, buttons and handles everywhere. After he entered the main room, the doors closed and the stranger sat himself in a chair and began clicking on the board and twisting handles. And not long after that, Sirius felt that the ship rose of the ground and began hovering, before quickly flying away, leaving the past week behind them...
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A/N : Just wanted to add that I have to do some bashing to erase Harry's will to return to Earth, and accept his new life in the Star Wars universe.
And continue to review please because that's what pushes me to write faster.
PS: I edited the chapter, because like pointed by Naginator, I used dashes instead of quotes, because I was too used to the French writing style and forgot that in English you use quotes. -_-"
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