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The sickly green spell from the Dark Lords wand somehow managed to transmit malice and cruelty unbound to everyone in the vicinity. The pure evil intentions and hatred made those who were not already tempered by dark magics to shiver uncontrollably.
Harry closed his eyes and accepted that this was a necessary sacrifice. For his friends and for everyone else who had supported him this was the least he could do. He steeled his nerves and closed his eyes as time seemed to slow to a staggering crawl.
There was no pain when he was hit. He had expected either pain at the end. All the young wizard received instead was startled screams and yelps of surprise as a dark purple light shone all around him, even with his eyes closed he could still see this baleful energy for a split second.
And then, nothing.
Shooting up to his feet he opened his eyes and looked around.
He surveyed his surroundings even with his exhausted and emotional state, trying to deduce what happened with the Dark Lords spell. Although it had looked and felt like the dreaded killing curse, he was not dead so perhaps it could have been another malevolent spell that was among the Dark Lords repertoire.
"I don't feel dead." Harry muttered to himself humourlessly.
The place he found himself in looked like a muggle science lab that he had seen in the scant few muggle books he was able to read in his childhood years. It seemed to be something of a mix between an actual laboratory and some sort of science fiction made reality.
"If magic is real perhaps aliens are not such a stretch." He tried to joke about it, but the crushing reality of the situation sucked any humor out like a black hole.
He had to find out where he was and then how to get back. They still needed him.
Surveying the laboratory he was magically transported to he had a vague idea of what was around him. It was a small room coated in some sort of deep black metal with no apparent door. There was a massive ring-like object with some sort of dias in front. In the middle of the room was some sort of writing that was completely foreign to Harry. He had previously glimpsed multiple languages while on the run and studying but not even a hint in the back of his head could be brought to the fore. The last thing was some sort of black device opposite the gate with another circle below it.
"Is that the door? Harry asked himself as he brought his wand up. Regretfully he did not know many non combat spells so he felt slightly useless and obsolete.
Walking up to the dias he could recognise many symbols. It slightly resembled a keyboard that the muggles would use on their computers. Or perhaps some sort of magical artifact from ancient times. It certainly looked ancient enough even if it looked majestic.
"Advancedly old? Is that a thing?" He wondered to himself.
Not wanting to touch the weird keyboard dias yet, Harry decided to explore the rest of this mysterious room. He could already hear Voldemort's raspy deranged laughter and gloating for his success in getting rid of him. Harry wasn't even allowed to die and meet his family. Although it seemed a strange mercy for someone like Voldemort who feared death more than anything to simply banish Harry rather than kill him.
"Perhaps that was not his goal?" He wondered for a moment before once again shaking his head. It didn't matter what the psychopath's goal was, it was his duty to foil it. For the sake of his parents.
Harry used very few diagnostic spells on the strange language on the floor but it was no use. It was not magical in nature and all the spells told him was that the letters were made out of some unknown metal. He had once glimpsed a translation spell in a book before but did not remember the wand movements or any of the finer details. Such was the nature of his schooling that anything that was non combat was a secondary priority. Although he did not regret focusing on combat spells when he was free, that didn't stop the feelings of annoyance that he did not have access to such spells now. The writing could be the clue he needed to get home.
Harry spent a good three hours bored out of his mind surveying the room, his anger and purpose slowly draining away as the adrenaline left his system. He was careful not to touch anything or step anywhere that might be boobytrapped. He had heard enough of magical ruins to know to be careful, even if this seemed to be totally different to anything he knew of.
The only thing he was able to figure out was that the walls were made of an extremely strong metal that seemed to be better than anything the muggles or wizards had. Spells that went clean through reinforced concrete doing absolutely nothing more than leaving a scorch mark on the walls.
Perhaps it was time to bring about more risk? He was in a hurry and although his safety was important he was prepared to die not a few hours ago if it would save even a few lives.
Walking up to the Dias, Harry decided to test the Keyboard. After debating for a few seconds he touched the first key. He had to jump back in shock as the gate let out a loud noise and one of the symbols flashed.
"So it does do something." Harry said excitedly before continuing to press buttons in a random sequence. Once he reached seven buttons pressed the gate let out a larger noise before all the lit up symbols disappeared it let out a sound of powering down. He tried this sequence a few hundred rotations before giving up.
"Perhaps it needs some sort of password to open?" Harry muttered.
He simply did not have the knowledge required to solve his dilemma, he only had his own personal deductions.
Sighing to himself again he became more agitated due to his lack of success. With no success with what Harry decided to dub the Dialing Obelisk the only other option was to either check the gate itself or the device mounted on the wall opposite the gate.
Decision made, Harry broke into a brisk walk to reach it and examined the device. It was completely alien to him so the young potter attempted to look for some sort of control mechanism or clue to make progress from.
There was some light coming from the device. Reaching up he looked into the source. There were many blinding lights of all different hues but somehow they did not cause him to shy away or damage him in any way, a paradox if he ever saw one.
Suddenly the device morphed into a different shape and grabbed him by the head.
"Bloody hell." Harry yelped.
The surprise was so great that Harry momentarily forgot that he could use magic. For example to apparate away from this device. Once the idea occurred to him it was already too late, he felt his strength leave him and then he collapsed to the floor unconscious.
After an unknown amount of time had passed he awoke once again. Instantly bolting upright and shaking off all of the stiffness he had accumulated.
"What on earth?" Harry asked himself.
A feeling of familiarity of this place that wasn't present before made itself known.
"The Historicum Librarium." He spoke involuntarily, the words appearing unbidden from his mouth.
This place was a library of the Ancients. Unlike a library from Earth that involved either books or computers that you could use to look up whatever information you desired, the Historicum Librarium was akin to a time capsule. This first device was intended for any race that was worthy and not on its blacklist that was worthy of understanding the knowledge to continue their legacy.
This facility contained more than just this room, there were some living quarters and some basic production facilities. Well at least basic for those that called themselves the ancients. To the muggles and even the wizards of earth this would be a treasure trove worthy of the greatest empires and minds.
Harry looked around once again and surveyed that nothing had changed.
"Tempus."
Only five hours had passed since he passed out. The information he had inadvertently downloaded into his mind would slowly unspool into his mind over the next few days. The knowledge on how to use the Stargate had not yet been granted to him.
Harry decided on the next best thing, exploring the rest of the facility. Focusing for a few seconds he managed to picture one of the rooms beyond the four walls of the knowledge hall. A loud crack of displaced air reverberated around the room as Harry disappeared.
"Well this is different." Harry spoke as he looked around the very white room, it was the opposite of the knowledge hall which was built with resilient black metal. Harry theorized that as the Stargate was in that room the strange strong metal was the first line of defense to prevent outsiders getting further in.
This new room was the main control room, he instinctively knew that he could not operate any of the technology here but the reason eluded him, the knowledge granted by the device not fully available to him yet.
Harry did not spend long in the control room and instead explored the few other rooms available. The living quarters were very simplistic and were basically what was said on the tin and nothing more.
There was also a mess hall but there was no food, this was bad news for Harry as he had not actually eaten properly in a while. He could duplicate food but it was impossible to conjure it out of thin air, it was simply not possible with magic.
Next Harry found a room that had a forcefield protecting the entrance. He would not yet try to overwhelm the field as he might get the knowledge to bypass it later. Instead he moved on to the final major room in this facility.
The docking bay was the largest place in this complex, a small cruiser was parked down below. Once again Harry did not have the ability to operate the ancient technology so for now the cruiser was useless just like the rest of the facility.
He kept exploring for any hidden rooms or secrets but found nothing. His hatred and emotional high from his world had already faded into the background with all that happened. He made his way to the living quarters and sat down on the bed. It would be best to get some rest and get in touch with his Ancient memories and knowledge. But one question still remained in Harry Potter's mind.
"What on earth am I going to do now?" He asked no one.
Thank you for reading the first chapter of The Successor of the Alterans. Please let me know if you want me to continue it. This work will serve as a spiritual successor to Heir of the Alterans if there is an interest for it.