AN: One-shot following the common cliché/trope of Harry Potter being summoned to another universe, in which the original died, in order to kill Voldemort. Inspired by Yet Another Universe by SilverFawkes and On a Pale Horse by Hyliian.
Albus looked around him at the members of the remaining members of the Order, their faces ranging from grim and somber to nervously twitching as their eyes darted to and fro. What they were talking about was a desperate gamble, a despicable act that would hopefully end the threat that they were currently facing. The second war was going badly, every day more and more rallied under the Dark Mark. Wizards and witches, giants, vampires, and weres, mercenaries pouring in from all around the globe, lured by the gold that the Dark was offering. The Ministry with 'help' from the Order was barely able to hold back the tide of Darkness, their numbers dwindling with each confrontation. If they didn't roll the dice and take a chance with the Hero Summoning spell, he didn't know how long they could endure. The Unspeakables had originally found this Ancient Egyptian Spell that was used to call forth spirits of sealed monsters to do battle, and with a little bit of work Dumbledore had been able to modify it to suit their needs. This would be the first time it was actually used, that was if the idea passed a vote.
The one to be summoned had already won their war, so he had no qualms about summoning them, knowing that it would most likely be an adult rather than a child. He had originally planned to have a hero to win this war with one that would die to save the world and he would get the credit because he would be the boy's mentor. That plan had gone down the toilet though when the boy's stupid muggle aunt and uncle had starved him and his owl to death, before the boy's second year. How was he to know that the line in the prophecy about dying at the hand of the other could be canceled out by abuse from the boy's family?
That was the same year that the Chamber of Secrets was opened and a young and charismatic Voldemort managed to resurrect himself using the soul energy of Ginny Weasley. Dozens of students were petrified and several killed when the Heir of Slytherin unleashed the Basilisk in one final attack while he fled the castle. It was only the quick thinking of Professor McGonagall in transfiguring a rooster that managed to save everyone, when the mighty serpent was attempting to break down the doors to the Great Hall. He had failed to kill the 16 year old Dark Lord, and since then all of his plans had to be remade. Thankfully the '93-'94 year had been relatively quiet when compared to the previous year. There was only one incident and that was the mass breakout of Azkaban that led to the complete release of all of Voldemort's followers. The Ministry had refused to listen to his warnings, and he had been forced to reactivate the Order to prepare for the coming darkness.
Last year Alastor had been kidnapped and had his blood forcibly taken and used it a dark ritual to bring Voldemort back before Moody could make his escape. Now it wasn't just one Dark Lord that they had to worry about but two! A charismatic and cunning young man who drew followers to him with ease and an intellectual older form with decades of knowledge and experience delving into the darkest magics. His one hope for the two to split and cause in fighting, giving them a chance to regroup, failed when the two exchanged Unbreakable Vows and joined together to annihilate the Light in pitched battle after pitched battle.
This spell was designed to reach into an alternate universe to get a hero capable of killing Voldemort. But the Order wasn't in agreement that they should use it, but they didn't have long to decide. If they were to do this they had to do it on winter solstice or it would be several more months before they could try again on the summer solstice.
The debate wound down. "All right let's vote." Albus said. "Arthur?"
"Yes I've already lost my daughter to the bastard I've no desire to lose my sons."
"Molly?"
"Yes."
"Tonks?"
"Yes."
"Hestia?"
"Yes with reservations."
"Bill?"
"No."
"Remus?'
Yes like Hestia with reservations."
"Alastor?"
"No, what if what we get is worse than what we're fighting?"
"Amelia?"
"I'm with Alastor, NO."
"Calliope?"
"Yes."
"Xeno?"
"Yes."
"Kingsley?"
"No."
"Zacharias?"
"Yes."
"Daedalus?"
"Yes."
"Minerva?"
"Yes."
"Filius?"
"No."
"Severus?"
"Reluctantly yes."
"Poppy?"
"If it brings an end to the suffering sooner I say yes."
"Fleur?"
"No."
"I also vote yes. Motion carries, I will prepare the ritual for next week's solstice."
The following week on the winter solstice the order again met at the Stonehenge a monument to several intersecting leylines, they would need all the power that they could get if the summoning was to be successful. Albus had carefully created the diagram and its runes in salt, on the floor he carefully placed the candles made from a potion infused wax into holders, and lastly to use as a catalyst choose several of their Harry's most prized possessions. The memories and sentiments of these items would hopefully make it easier to summon, Harry Potter and not some random person.
Most of the Order would be on the outskirts walking the perimeter, they had to keep the area as clean as possible from outside magical interference. It would be Albus, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Madame Pomphrey, Minerva McGonagall, Severus Snape, and lastly Remus Lupin, who would be performing the spell. Each of them had some form of relationship with Harry, and would represent each represent a point on the star enclosed within the circle.
"Are we ready to begin?" Albus asked. The others around him nodding solemnly, as they cut their palms and let the blood drip onto their point. As one they chanted.
LET SILVER AND MAGIC BE THE ESSENCE
LET STEEL MADE FLESH BE THE BODY
CRIMSON BE THE COLOR WE PAY TRIBUTE TO
LET RISE A WALL AGAINST THE DARK NEVER TO FALL
LET THE FOUR CARDINAL GATES CLOSE
LET THE THREE-FORKED ROAD FROM THE CROWN REACHING UNTO THE KINGDOM RORATE
LET IT BE FILLED. AGAIN. . AGAIN.
LET IT BE FILLED FIVEFOLD FOR EVERY TURN, SIMPLY BREAKING ASUNDER WITH EVERY FILLING
AN OATH SHALL BE SWORN HERE! WE SHALL ATTAIN ALL VIRTUES OF ALL HEAVEN. WE SHALL HAVE DOMINION OVER ALL EVILS OF HELL
FROM PARALLEL TIME, FROM PARALLEL SPACE, ATTENDED TO BY THREE GREAT WORDS OF POWER, COME FORTH FROM THINE HOME, SAVE US, HERO OF THE WORLD
At the apex of their chant a bright light formed above them descending rapidly until it gently touched down upon the grass. Three figures appeared on a massive bed, their clothes asunder, as two of the figures snuggled up to the one in the middle.
"Mr. Potter?" Dumbledore called hesitantly. The next thing he knew he and the rest of the Order were flying through the air, as a wave of concussive magic hurled them back.
The attack drew the rest of the members of the Order from their positions, Dumbledore just managed to get back on his feet when he saw the three figures move off the bed, and begin walking towards him. The two to either side were easily recognizable even if they did look older. The first was Fleur, an immaculate white dress hugging her every curve emphasizing her already extraordinary beauty, her head held high and proud. The second surprised them the most, pale blonde hair reaching down to her waist, slate grey eyes firm with conviction daring any to defy her. She wore a black dress and a silver diadem with a sapphire set in the middle. What was most surprising was the fact that the figure was reminiscent of a female Draco Malfoy. The third, and one in the middle, was the one that they wanted though. The Harry Potter they had known had been a scrawny and small boy who flinched every time raised their hand in his presence, and had little to no self-confidence, the man in front of them was the exact opposite. Taller than both his female companions by a head, he was muscled and exuded a magical aura that bordered on oppressive. His black hair reached just above his shoulders. He wore a black shirt and pants, with a cape that looked like spun gold. "Well, well." He said striding towards them, holding out his hand. Raw magic coalesced in his palm before shooting forward to force them onto their knees. "If it isn't Albus Percival Brian Wulfric Dumbledore. The last time we saw each other was right before I had you drawn and quartered in Diagon Alley."
"Harry?" Dumbledore whispered hoarsely, his breath catching as magic wrapped around his throat.
"That's Emperor Hadrian to you worm." The Fleur lookalike sneered, her hand extended in a choking motion.
"Now, now dearest. It's been ages since we last saw the esteemed Leader of the Light." Hadrian said placing his hand on her arm and lowering it.
Dumbledore took a huge gulp of air as the oppressive pressure left his neck. "We wouldn't want to kill
Him. "Harry."
The man sighed. "It seems that you really can't teach an old dog new tricks."
"You are Harry Potter aren't you?" Dumbledore pleaded.
"You haven't gone by that name in a long time." The female Malfoy purred, wrapping herself around him. "Normally the people call you Tyrannus, or something less flattering.
"Let the sheep say what they want, they are too weak to do anything about it." The man stated.
Dread began to take hold of Dumbledore's heart. This wasn't going anywhere neared how he planned. For the first time in a long time he began to doubt his ability and infallibility. The Harry Potter that they wanted to summon was someone who defeated Voldemort and would lead the Light to a new Golden Age, the one that they got was definitely different.
The man gestured, and Dumbledore felt himself rising, and with another gesture he was brought closer. "Once upon a time I was Harry Potter, but that was a long time ago, now I am Emperor Hadrian Tyrannus."
"Harry." Dumbledore began, only to choke once more.
"Did you not just hear me say my name?" Hadrian said, raising a brow as he shook the older man like a ragdoll.
"Maybe we should see what the old crackpot wanted with you." Fleur said.
"Allow me." The female Malfoy said, waving her hand and summoning Severus Snape from where he was on the ground. "Severus Snape. I'm going to take great pleasure in this."
"Do your worst." The man sneered confidant in his mental barriers.
"Draconica, do not be gentle." Hadrian said.
"I had no intention of being so." The now identified Draconica smirked, placing a single finger against the greasy man's forehead.
The dour potion master was silent for several seconds, his face going from confidant to determined and finally to horror. Twenty seconds into it he began sweating bullets as he tried to keep out the invader. A minute after she began contact Dumbledore's spy opened his mouth and let loose an inhuman scream as his barriers failed before the powerful assault. His body began to convulse and shake, seizing but never moving from the spot.
Two minutes after the initial assault began, the man collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth, his eyes cloudy and vacant. "It was a summoning ritual."
"I guessed that dear." Harry said. "I doubted that we died and the person to guide us over would be Dumbledore."
"The old fool, got his scapegoat killed, and now there world is under assault from Voldemort."
"You mean Magical Britain is under assault." Fleur said. "So what did he do? Summon a hero to win the war?"
"Essentially yes." Draconica said, turning her back to examine the remains of the spell. "There's still a connection to our world."
"How long to reverse it?" Hadrian asked, ignoring the horrified look on Dumbledore's face.
"With access to the original texts, I could probably do it within days. Without it I'd need to analyze the residue and try to reverse engineer the ritual. If it's one that I've come across in my research I could have it done shortly, but if it's one that I've never seen it might take months." Draconica said.
"Can you stabilize it?"
"Easily." Stepping back Draconica's eyes glowed with power. Moving her arms like a conductor a stone archway began to form in front of her, runes blazing to life as the portal began to stabilize. "There. Now the portal is locked onto our home."
"Is the portal still open on our side?"
"Most likely. We had a meeting in a few hours, when we don't show up a team will be dispatched to find us and they should discover the portal. With the resources Hermione has they'll soon discover the function of the portal and be able to set up a stable doorway."
"You can't just leave!" Dumbledore yelled, flaring his power to break the bindings on him. "You need to defeat Voldemort."
"Not my problem." Hadrian said simply.
"Are you so heartless, to leave the people to suffer under him." Dumbledore pleaded.
"Yes." Hadrian replied.
His answer caused the elderly wizard to rear back in surprise, and look in disappointment at the man that they had summoned. "I'm disappointed in you, dear boy." The man said sadly, his eyes twinkling.
"Shove it up your ass." Hadrian said, turning his back on his former Headmaster.
"Language." Fleur said slapping him on the arm. "You are the Supreme Emperor, not a crass lout. You need to set an example for the common people to emulate."
"So do everything that Ronald Weasley would do."
"Yes." Draconica said placing a hand in the crook of her arm.
"Why you ever kept him around I don't know." Fleur said haughtily.
"His ineptitude amuses me." Hadrian explained. "Now my dears, shall we explore this new world?"
"New people to conquer." Draconica said, a bloodthirsty smile on her face.
"A virgin world waiting to be exploited." Fleur said with a similar smile.
"A new world to bring Order to." Hadrian grinned, an emerald green aura whipping around him.
In a flash of emerald fire they disappeared from view, leaving Dumbledore and the remaining members of the Order of the Phoenix to recover their wits.
"What have I done?" Dumbledore whispered, for the first time in a long time feeling his 150 years.
"Headmaster?" Remus Lupin asked limping over to the elderly man. "What should we do?"
"The only thing we can do." Dumbledore said softly. "Gather the rest of the order, and go to Grimmauld Place, I'll meet you there."
"What about Snape?"
Dumbledore went to the still figure of his spy and began casting diagnostic charms. "He's alive but that woman, Draconica, locked him within his own mind." Taking a ribbon out of his pocket the quickly turned it into a portkey to St. Mungo's and placed it on the man. "We can't do anything to help him."
Remus nodded, limping away to gather the rest of the Order.
"Albus?" Molly Weasley asked hesitantly, staring at the stone arch.
"Go, my dear." Albus said, drawing his wand, his eyes never leaving the arch. When the rest of the Order head apparated away he spoke. "If there only hope of leaving this world is destroyed, they should be much more cooperative."
Taking aim at the archway he unleashed the strongest blasting curse he could. His already immense power amplified by the Elder wand unleashed a bolt of red light that struck the archway at its centermost point. He smiled, thinking that the portal would collapse with the destruction of the stabilizer. However when there was no explosion or shrapnel from destroyed stone, he stopped. The archway was unblemished, his strongest blasting spell didn't even chip the stone. Annoyed he readied himself once more, this time readying a siege engine class spell. Magic powerful enough to bring down castle walls struck the archway to no avail.
Panting in exhaustion he had no choice but to retreat for the night, but not before using his remaining powers to ward the area. He'd be alerted if anyone came to investigate or if another person appeared from the portal. With a crack he apparated to Grimmauld Place.
When Albus arrived at the Order's Headquarters he was immediately besieged by questions. Although he wanted nothing more than to go to bed, as the ritual and casting the siege engine class spell had drained him, he held up his hand for silence.
"Please one at a time." He said slumping into his chair.
"I told you!" Amelia immediately began, her face almost bestial in anger. The six who had protested the ritual, Amelia, Kingsley, Filius, Fleur, Alastor, and Bill were sitting separate from the rest of the group. "I told you that the ritual was a bad idea! That we had no idea what we were summoning."
"Peace. Please." Dumbledore said, trying to prevent the rant that the Minister was about to begin. "The ritual was set to summon a hero, someone who had already defeated Voldemort."
"That was no Hero." Alastor said. "If anything you just summoned a Dark Lord."
"Merlin no." Amelia said, a house elf bringing her a glass of firewhiskey. "'Of course Dumbledore could never be wrong.' Molly said. 'He's the Leader of the Light' you said. Well let me tell you! DUMBLEDORE IS AS HUMAN AND FALLIBLE AS ANY OF US! And he just fucked up royally."
"Amelia." Dumbledore chided.
The Minister held up her hand, silencing anything the old man was about to say. "No. Just no. We're already stretched thin enough as it is combating two Dark Lords, a third one will be the straw that breaks the camel's back."
"Your fears are unfounded." Dumbledore placated. "I'm sure that Mr. Potter was simply disoriented from the summoning. He just needs to be shown the Light once more. Maybe if we introduce him to Ms. Weasley…."
Amelia and those who had protested the ritual looked at him in disbelief. "You want to introduce him to Ginevra Weasley?" She asked slowly for confirmation.
"Yes." Dumbledore said eyes twinkling as a plan began to form. "I'm sure that it's the influence of those two women that swayed him from the Light."
"Excuse me!" Fleur cut in, eyes blazing with fury. "One of those women so happens to be my counterpart, Dumbledore. I do not like what you're insinuating!"
"Besides." Bill said. "No offense to Ginny, but she has nothing on those two. He'd probably take a look at her then laugh." He ducked under a red light fired from his sister's wand. "Sorry Ginny. Not to mention the fact that I do not like my sister going anywhere near a wizard that powerful alone in an attempt to seduce him."
"I'm with Bill." Arthur spoke up. "I don't want Ginny anywhere near that wizard."
"But it's my Destiny to marry Harry Potter." The brainwashed girl cried.
"Well that might've happened if our Harry didn't kick the bucket." Zacharias said. "But I'm with Bill on this one, Ginevra is doomed to fail before she even begins."
Clearing her throat Molly, interjected, intent on defending her daughter. "My daughter is sweet, kind, selfless and beautiful. Why she's like a carbon copy of Lily Evans. Any man would be honored to have her. Also the Potters have always had a thing for redheads."
"Really?" Fleur asked, raising a brow. "Because from what I've seen she's petty, prone to jealousy and according to rumors has been used more than the Hogwarts Brooms. Comparing her to a beauty like Lily Evans is frankly insulting, as Ginny is short, gangly is a mess of freckles and if turned sideways in indistinguishable from the average male."
"Enough!" Amelia commanded, slamming her palm onto the table they were gathered around. "Those of us from the Ministry protested this ritual from the very beginning. Even the Unspeakables told you that the risk was too great after their first attempt to use the original spell resulted in the death of over 30 researchers. You ignored us and the dangers inherent in that spell, and now you've brought ruin down on our heads. This is your mess to clean up, Dumbledore; I've got a war to fight."
She stood up, taking another shot of firewhiskey before she headed towards the Floo. "Oh and there will no longer be any use of stunners and binding spells. Under the provisions granted to me as our country is currently in a state of civil war I'm authorizing all Aurors, Hitwizards, Allied Mercenaries, and militia forces to use the Unforgivable Curses."
"Ame-" Dumbledore began only to be cut off.
"Furthermore, all suspected Death Eaters will be immediately interrogated under veritaserum before being thrown through the veil." She said determinedly. "This is war Albus, they can have their second chances in Hell."
"The Wizengamot will never stand for this." Dumbledore said angrily, her stance threatening to ruin everything that he had ever advocated.
"They have no choice. Since they themselves declared that we are in a state or war, they have empowered me as Supreme Military Leader, and as such I'm declaring Martial Law and disbanding the Wizengamot until such a time as I believe that a stable parliamentary body can be reformed."
"I never thought you'd be one to seize power." Dumbledore said sorrowfully, his voice laced with disappointment.
"As the Harry Potter you summoned so eloquently put it, 'shove it up your ass'. I'd rather destroy our society in the hope that it can one day rebuilt than give it to the Death Eaters and Voldemort. That Harry Potter you summoned is your responsibility. Anything he does I'm holding you personally responsible for. Any blood he might shed is on your hands." She finished, looking each of the other members gathered in the eye. As she departed via the Floo others moved to join her, splintering the group further.
Tonks, Hestia, Kingsley, Moody, and the others who worked at the Ministry left.
"We've made the situation worse. Haven't we?" Poppy asked.
"Have no fear, my dear. Even in the darkest of times happiness can be found if one simply remembers to turn on the light."
"From where I'm sitting things are dire, and happiness is not exactly forthcoming, not with the death toll that we're suffering under." Remus said tiredly.
"For now our priority must be locating the Harry Potter that was summoned. There is still enough residue of his magical signature to fashion a crude tracker." Albus said pulling out a crystal on a gold chain. "We need a map of England."
"There's one in the study. I'll go get it." Sirius said standing up and running to get it. He returned a minute later, and unrolled the parchment on the table.
"Vide meum, Harry Potter." Dumbledore incanted, holding the crystal several inches above the map and allowing it to freely swing. The crystal was still, to the shock of everyone present. "I fear magic has determined that Harry Potter no longer exists in this world." Dumbledore said, feeling all hopes and plans begin to crumble. If there was no Harry Potter did that mean the prophecy was no longer in play and that Voldemort was now immortal?
"Try Emperor Hadrian Tyrannus." Arthur spoke up. "That's what the women he was with called him."
Nodding Dumbledore repeated the spell, with the different name. "Strange."
The crystal was constantly moving, instead of giving a definite location it circled a wide area that encompassed all of Britain. "He's somewhere in Britain."
"Go figure." Sirius snorted. "I've never seen a dowsing crystal act like that before."
"Nor have I." Dumbledore said gravely.
"It has been a trying night, best we retire. We'll reconvene in a few days, and until then I strongly suggest that you keep your eyes open and your ears to the ground. If you hear anything suspicious that might relate to our missing Potter report it to me immediately." With that said Dumbledore left, intent on sleeping for several hours to recoup his strength.
"Did you notice what, the person who we summoned said earlier tonight?" Mooney asked, when it was just him and Padfoot left.
Sirius shook his head. "I was too far away, and the waves of magic prevented us from getting closer.
"He called himself Emperor, which means that he ruled over more than a single country. Not to mention the fact that he was surprised to see Dumbledore. I believe his words were somewhat along the lines of, 'I thought I had you executed.'"
Sirius paled at that, wondering if their Headmaster really knew what he was doing anymore. "And he wants to try and manipulate this person?"
Seeing Remus nod, he poured himself another finger of scotch. "We're all going to die, and it's all thanks to that old goat-fucker."