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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the fandoms I write in. Whilst this is a multi-verse fanfiction, I got inspired by Pacific Rim and Kingdom Hearts (thus they will not be present in this fanfiction). I am an American writer thus there will be Americanisms. I thought I would try to write one of those "Gary-Stu" fanfictions that either everyone hates or loves. Along with an obvious HarryXMulti pairing as you know those tropes go together so brilliantly. I will try my best not to make it too terrible, however.
Warnings: This fanfiction will feature graphic content of violent, sexual, and twisted natures.
Shatter World, Book 1: Cracked
Chapter 3: The Power of the Ministry
It sniffed. It crawled. It couldn't see. Oh but it could smell. It could smell the boy. His scent was so distinct. But it knew. It knew that wherever the boy had been, he was gone now. How it wanted the boy. It had been sent just for him. Its whispery tentacles drifted along the ground and akin to a snake's tongue, felt and sniffed the ground. This was its vision. This was its sight and nose for it only had a mouth that could taste. It could taste the humidity. It could taste the humanity.
That man. He had stunned him with that stick thing. A red beam had spun out and there was nothing it could do but accepts its fate. It had been bigger than the boy. But it had been so long since its kind had seen mankind. Since they had faced them thousands upon thousands of centuries ago. But they had awoken and this time it would be permanent. This time their darkness would feast upon the world, taking all within it, sneaking through the cracks and emptying out every cranny.
It scurried across the ground. Quickly, fastly; It was blind. It knew not where it was going but where it went the traces of death followed. Behind it was a trail of blackened grass; all life having been sucked out of them. Its stomach did the equivalent of rumbling and its ears spiked up. He could hear distinctly the sound of voices. Human voices in a language it had never heard before. It looked back at the abyss that had cracked through the plethora of broken trees. More would come soon. More darkness would come from the breaks of the world and soon...Soon it would no longer be alone.
Piers Polkis and his best friend, Dudley Dursley, were walking down the road. Their sneakers thudded across the road with a solemn tapping sound. They did this without fear of cars for the earthquake had seemingly crashed every other car around. But Piers's mother had been frantic when she was unable to call anyone and had ordered that Piers and Dudley were to go to the Dursley house and inform Mrs. Dursley that her son was safe. And if she wasn't safe or she was injured; they could get her to safety.
Dudley was sweating through his shirt. Piers looked at him curiously. "Do you think your cousin is okay?"
"My cousin? Oh, Harry, yeah, I'm sure he's fine." Dudley muttered. "It's me mum I'm more worried about. Dad says she delicate."
"Your mother is as thin as stick; I'd say delicate is accurate."
"Are you calling me fat?"
Piers assessed the damage control. "No of course not, Dud-"
"I'm just jokin', Piers."
The two boys froze when they first saw state of the Dursely house. "Oh man." Dudley said. "Oh man, oh man, oh man." He ran up. Everything jiggled but he didn't care. Was his mum okay? Was she even alive. The rocks had begun to focus in on their weight and the brick had begun to fall apart and some of the roof had caved in. But as he was running, as his tennis shoes scraped across the broken asphalt. Something grabbed at his legs and at first he blamed it on the cracks. He had tripped. Or so he thought, but he realized as he fell straight onto the broken and jagged rock, that he was falling back. He was being dragged. Something slithered into his leg and he wasn't afraid to scream.
Piers stared on not even ten feet behind. He saw it. He saw the blackness rise up. It couldn't have been any taller than he was. But it was black and scaly, things were slithering through Dudley's pants. And he saw as red welts were left behind. "Let me go!" Dudley yelled and he looked behind and let out another scream. "Let go!"
Piers began to walk back and then it was a run. He left the bravery up to Dudley. Piers was a cowardly rat. He had always been like this. He wasn't going to face a creature like that. And behind him, the creature fed. Its hand, filled with razory sharp claws, dug into the skin, and soon the tentacles seemed to flower open as they got closer and closer to the heart and they dug into the skin. Not letting one sip of crimson escape. There were not yet that many police, but he was sure he could find someone.
"Earlier this morning; Tragedy occurred not just in one instance but in two. The United Kingdom's deadliest earthquake struck hardest in Surrey which is leaving scientists confused on how such an Earthquake came without notice. The Earthquake was felt in its neighboring counties of West and East Sussex and London; as well as Kent. Over dozens of people have been killed and many are still being dug out of their homes. So far we have estimated at around sixty-two people to have been killed and over seven hundred injured; Many are in intensive care". The Newswoman's cheeks were marred by streaks of black mascara as she breathed heavily. It was very unprofessional but not uncalled for. Many sympathized with her for this had been their strongest national disaster since many could even remember. Those heart-breaking words struck not just the people in the studio, but to the people in their homes, watching the telly with a look of horror on their eyes. But the English society was not the only one injured and hurt and devastated.
Wizards and Witches alike looked at the destroyed buildings on their homes and villages. It had hit Diagon Alley not with as much aggressiveness but still damage had been done. Many of the older, unprotected buildings had caved in. But the Ministry and Gringotts had stayed firm. They were the two oldest buildings in Diagon Alley and as such; they were protected by far more, far older magics that most didn't bother placing on their stores. After all, Britain didn't suffer from that many Earthquakes. A few. But they had never been so bad, so deadly, so destructive as this one had been. Aurors, a form of wizarding police, were helping victims. Magicals healers were already few and now they were stretched out trying to help people to the only magical hospital in Magical Britain; St. Mungos.
"Where is the Minister?" One woman cried: She was a older woman, blind in her left eye, but she was uninjured. It was safe to say that supported her minister in everything he did which is why she was wondering why the doors to the Ministry of Magic did not open. She looked at them eagerly.
An older man looked at her: There was a wand gripped in his hand and from the way he was dressed, it was obvious he was an auror. "I have to ask you to stand down, Ms. We can't have people wondering about. Not in this climate." This man was Auror Alastor Moody and he was wondering the same thing as she; just not in the same terms. He thought his own Minister was a buffoon, a silly man with nice words and a weak backbone; controllable by anyone who paid him enough. He was the head of his department and he nodded at one of the other men. "I trust you to take care of this. I need to go check on our minister." By that, he mostly meant he was going to try and drag the man from his office. Perhaps get him at least to pretend to care about the men and women who suffered from outside of the Ministry.
The Ministry itself was hardly accessible to the muggles. Or rather anyone who wasn't in it. There was an entrance in London, more specifically, a modified portkey. The great building was far from Gringotts but as of now, with the crushed atmosphere, it was like a beacon of light. Inside of it, all things were hectic. Auror Moody pushed into the building as discreetly as possible; not wanting to cause a mob or stampede of people trying to get into the place. People were rushing about. Employees would have to work overtime for months, maybe even years if the damage was bad enough. Auror Moody made sure to find his way into the Minister's office. He knocked on the door. Nothing could be heard. There was a silencing charm on the room so that people couldn't hear the Minister's private conversations. But the Minister could hear him. "Minister Fudge, it is I, Auror Moody; Head of the Auror Department."
The door opened but he was faced with a much more different sight. Two people sat in front of the Minister's office. He saw Madam Poppy Pomfrey, the healing witch of Hogwarts, but beside her was a small boy with a mop of shaggy black hair and crooked glasses. Auror Moody held his gasp when he saw the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. "My word: Is that Harry Potter?"
The boy looked up. And even without the scar, Auror Moody could have guessed who he was for the boy looked like his father, James, but...He had his mother's eyes: green eyes, the color of sparkling emeralds. And he stepped forward just a bit, but he saw the tightness in both the Minister's eyes and in Madam Pomfrey's. Minister Fudge looked at him expectantly. "Auror Moody, I have an order I must give to you. I want the arrest of two muggles; Petunia and Vernon Dursley for the abuse of a child; a magical child, so yes, it is in my jurisdiction."
"I wouldn't doubt ye Minister."
"I'm sure you would have. It's quite a shocking situation. First the Earthquake and now Harry Potter turns up! Quite the day! Quite the day indeed." Minister Fudge gave out a barking laugh. He quieted down within the second though and looked at Madam Pomfrey. "I'm sure we can figure out the finer details later, however, through the trial they will be given-"
"MINISTER!" The door burst open and the Head of the Department of Magical Creatures busted in. His face was frantic. "We have received alert of an unidentified magical creature that has been killing muggles in Surrey!"
"Oh Merlin! What in the Heavens is wrong with Surrey all of a sudden?" He cried.
"A lot of things, sir." The man uttered. "But it's killed not one but two children."
"-Do you know their names?" Came the quiet kid known as Harry Potter. He stared widely at them, his fists were clenched.
"I think one was -um- a Dylan Dudley or something like that. The other started with a P-"
"Piers and Dudley!" Harry exclaimed.
"Do you know them Harry?" The Minister asked.
"Why yes! Dudley's my cousin."
"So I will be arrested the now deceased cousin's parents?"
"Oh my goodness." Harry said, his mouth open in amazement as he looked around. "My cousin is dead." It wasn't a happy expression. Rather one of mourning and of sadness. Harry didn't know how to feel. He hated Dudley but that didn't mean he wanted him to die. He thought of the creature that had tried to attack him. It must have got Dudley. "What about my Aunt Petunia? Is she alright?"
Madam Pomfrey clutched his shoulder softly. "Remember, Harry, Headmaster Dumbledore has her in his office."
"Wait, why does Headmaster Dumbledore have Petunia Dursley in his office. Why was I not made aware of their arrival? I am the Minister! I should know these things!" Minister Fudge practically demanded...He then paused. "How did you get to Hogwarts, Harry?"
"This man came and saved me…" Harry mentioned.
"And what did this man look like?"
"I don't know. It was all so fast. I was being attacked by a creature. I can't remember. He left as soon as I got to Hogwarts." It was a lie. But Harry had a feeling the Kingsley would get in big trouble if he told the truth. He hated lying but call it payment. The man had saved his life.
Auror Moody knew what had happened or rather he was suspicious. Albus Dumbledore was getting himself into things he would not be able to back out of. That was for sure. But if Harry Potter was being abused; the world had a right to know. He stood back and nodded. "Do you want me to get her husband first or pick her up from Hogwarts first?"
"Her- We might as well tell her of the death of her son. Then get the husband."
Harry stood silent as he stared at the ground. His cousin was dead. His aunt and uncle would never forgive him. They would never forgive his world. "-And Bazily; Catch that beast." He told the Head of the Department of Magical Creatures. Soft hands crept on his shoulders. He wondered if this what family felt like. He barely knew this woman and he had never even met that man before but this world had done so much for him already. Maybe, finally, someone would believe him. Someone would save him from the hellhole that is his life.
Finally it was just the three again. They had been in this room for nearly forty minutes or so. Minister Fudge looked kindly at Harry. "I'm sure all of this will be solved, Mr. Potter and if you're truthful, we will find you a good home. I promise it. That man keeps trying to do my job and I don't like it. I don't like it at all. No matter who placed you in that home. No matter whose hit you or not. Criminals shall feel the power of the ministry. And let me tell you, Mr. Potter. We wizards do not like child abuse, obviously I'm not so sure about muggles."
"Than-Thank you." Harry's voice broke. "I'll finally be free of the Dursleys. Thank you. Will you really give me a new home?"
"Of course! And you'll get the last choice in your home. I swear it. I will not make you live where you don't want to." Minister Fudge looked at Madam Pomfrey. "Maybe you should take him to look around Diagon Alley. I don't want him to bear witness to this arrangement. It's already been a terrible day."
Madam Pomfrey nodded before holding her hand out to Harry, who graciously accepted it. He may have been eleven, but he felt much younger. He didn't mind. Harry wasn't too prideful of a boy. The moment they exited the Ministry's doors, Harry's eyes popped open. "Woah." He whispered as they watched the gaggles of people swarming into stands and shops.
"You know, your new family will take you here sometime in August or July." Madam Pomfrey said.
"Will they?"
"Yep; For your time here at Hogwarts, you will be needing supplies."
"Oh, I don't have any money for private school." Harry said, his eyes darkening as he looked away, his gloominess evident on his face.
She frowned. "Harry. Your last name might not mean much in the muggle's world, but to here it is very important. You're a Potter. The last one in fact. You're much richer than you think. And even if you weren't a Potter, you're the savior of the wizarding world."
"Savior of the wizarding world? But I haven't done anything."
"Nothing you can remember. You were but one when your parents died."
"My parents died in a car crash."
"A car crash? Did your aunt and uncle tell you that?" She slightly demanded. "No, Harry. Your parents did not die in a car crash. They died fighting against a tyrannical man known as You-Know-Who?"
"That's a silly name. You-Know-Who."
"That isn't his real name of course; it's bad luck to say his real name."
"But what is it?"
She narrowed her eyes. "Are you sure you wish to know. It really is bad luck."
"Yes! I defeated him didn't I? I at least deserve to know who killed my parents."
Her eyes softened. "Of course. They called him Voldemort." She practically muttered the name but Harry caught it anyway.
"That's the name."
"Yes."
"Are you serious?"
"Deadly."
"That's a ridiculous name."
"I agree but that no matter ridiculous names: He was a terrible man who killed many and many here, although they would never say, are still supporters of him."
"What did he support?"
Madam Pomfrey often had to have talks with students over this. She hated that she not allowed to tell the students of the prejudices at Hogwarts and other such things. She would offer therapy if she could. "They didn't like halfbloods, muggles, muggleborn?"
"I've managed to conclude that muggles are normal people? Right?"
"I don't like to word it like that, but yes. And Halfbloods have one muggle parent (or Muggleborn) and one pureblood parent (whose whole family is magical), and Muggleborn are random people who've been gifted with magic."
"Interesting. Why didn't they like them?"
"Tradition, Harry. Silly tradition. They thought muggles were savage and barbaric, which isn't true for all of them." What Harry didn't tell her as he nodded along, listening, was that he found some agreement in their views. He hadn't met any kind muggles. Apparently Mrs. Figg had been a squib or something like that. But he had met no one else. He knew that for a fact. The nicest people who he had ever met, he had met today, and they had been wizards.
"Now, if it isn't destroyed. Perhaps we can find this really good ice cream place: Florean Fortescue's." She looked out at the half-destroyed Diagon Alley. "I think you need it. I think we all do." And she wasn't wrong because out there, somewhere, was a savage beast killing things, and two abusive people being brought before the law, and an older man whose plans were rapidly falling apart within a whole day.