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Name: Potter, Harry

Division: Special Weapons

Location: ICPF Transcendence Chamber #18

Mission: Briefing

Harry and Rivera stood on the central dais to one of the Infinite Canon Police Force's Transcendence Chambers. These chambers allowed untrained members to access different canon without having to create their own portal. Technicians lined the room, running statistics, diagnostics and various other programs necessary for the task ahead. The commander turned to Harry.

"Today, we are going to test your survival capability. The time spent in-canon will count towards your contract, even though you are basically in the 'training' phase. The rules are simple; we drop you in-canon, and you must find a way to survive amongst the residents there. The time allotted is…" Rivera then consulted a file, "twenty-five years. A decent chunk, if I say so myself." Rivera let out a barking laugh. "Who knows, you might be able to acquire some new abilities. I would be lying if I said I wasn't interested in how this turns out."

Harry said, "And how exactly would I be able to 'acquire' these abilities. You haven't been forthcoming with a lot of information."

"Your new body, built off of the same design for all SpecWep agents, has the ability to absorb latent power, both magic and psionic. I myself have visited your canon once before to gain an understanding for your canon's grasp of magic. If it were required, I could cast some of the same spells you slung at Galbatorix." Rivera looked back at his file. "You would do well to choose a new name for yourself. The name 'Harry Potter' might actually mean something to the wrong people."

Harry looked confused. "Why would I need to keep a pseudonym? Would it be good if people knew my proper name? And how would anyone know of it?"

Rivera sighed, knowing full well that he has become a walking ICPF encyclopedia for Potter. "Here's some basic info for cross-canon links. Some time in your history I'm sure you've heard of a videogame called 'World of Warcraft,' correct?" Harry's look became vacant, then nodded with acknowledgement. "Well, that game is a link between my canon and yours. I was born in what is known as the Warcraft Canon. We can travel without the link, but we have more knowledge about the canon with one. Authors, producers and various other creators of fiction to your world are actually receiving base knowledge of a canon, along with an urge to inform others of it. Best case scenario, someone actually recognizes you as 'Harry J. Potter' and tries to exploit you for information. Worst case…you don't want to know. Now, have you thought of an appropriate name?"

Harry thought for a second. "How would 'Judas' sound? It was the first thing to pop up in my head and not be a friend's name."

Rivera nodded in approval. "That seems well enough. Who knows, you might bring some pride to the name, given its history." A technician walked up to Nathan and whispered something in his ear. "Excellent, excellent. Give us a second to step off and we can begin." He then turned to Potter. "Harry, we need to get off the platform so they can activate the portal. It is time to begin your first mission." As the pair stepped off, klaxons began to blare, a clarion call that a Special Weapons Agent for the ICPF is ready for transcendence, and from that, their duty. The Commander asked Harry, "You have read the file on your manipulator, correct?" The wizard had nodded, not trusting his voice to carry over the sirens. "Good. All the commands for it are very simple to use. Don't be afraid to use it if your life is in jeopardy." Nathan said to the techs, "Engage the portal. Location: Stormwind City, Eastern Kingdoms, Azeroth." Technician's nodded in acknowledgement. One moment later, a voice boomed over a loudspeaker:

"Transcendence Portal Activated. Location Set…Locked."

At those words, a large silver frame formed on the central dais of the room. In the reflection showed what appeared to be the interior of a wooden building. More specifically, a tavern not quite unlike many wizarding bars in Harry's home canon. Rivera pulled a satchel out from behind a computer console, handing it to Harry. "Harry, this is for you. Hearthstone, starting money and a simple blade should keep you out of trouble for the start. However, this is your only handout from us. Everything else is on you." As Harry stepped into the portal, Rivera then saluted the wizard, and uttered two words that would follow him until the end of time…

"Suffer Well."

Location: The Blue Recluse Tavern, Stormwind (Warcraft Canon)

Mission: Survival

Time to completion: 24y, 11mo, 29d, 23:59:50

As Harry stepped through the portal, he found himself in a rather spacious tavern, almost standing on the bar itself. Looking around, he saw quite the assortment of beings. Aside from the few humans tending the bar and the smattering of humans in the crowd, most people were unidentifiable to him.

Walking up to what appeared to be the bartender, he said, "Hello. Uh, I may sound odd for asking this, but where am I? And who are all these people?"

The bartender broke out in laughter. "What do you mean 'where am I?' You had to have been here before; if'n yer hearthstone sent you here! This is the Blue Recluse, the best bar in Stormwind, in my own opinion. Nice and tucked away in the Mages Quarter, she is! And as for these people… well, you've got your dwarves," he pointed at the short, bearded beings by the casks, "your gnomes," he then pointed at another type of short being currently tinkering away with some kind of mechanical device. "There would be your draenei," he then turned Harry towards a rather tall, blue being with cloven feet and prominent horns on his head, "and last but not least, you have your night elves, or Kal'dorei," continuing his speech whilst pointing to a set of slender twins with pointed ears and pale skin. "Tricky people they are. Capricious, I've heard them called." He stopped for a second. "What did you say your name was?"

"Har- I mean, Judas. Judas is my name," Harry replied with a stutter.

The bartender seemed indifferent. "Judas? Seems to be a fine name. My name's Joachim Brenlow, bartender and proprietor of this fine establisme…" Joachim paused, looking past Harry. A robed gnome and a human in full plate armor were arguing, and it was clear it was going to turn ugly.

"How dare you insult the Light, you ungrateful little twerp!" proclaimed the human. "You claim to follow the Light's teachings, but you decide to try and summon a demon from the Burning Legion itself! I should turn you to the Stormwind Guard for this!"

"A warlock's demon makes for perfect study material! This is a perfect chance to figure out how they operate, how they live, and how we can defeat the Legion! YOU claim they are nothing but destruction, but I KNOW they can be worth more!" replied the gnome.

The human thought for a moment. "If that is your wish," He then drew a broadsword from its scabbard, "On your head, be it."

Not wasting a breath, the gnome summoned a familiar. It was a blue figure, more ghost than anything, with bands around it's 'arms.' The Voidwalker rose from the summoning circle the gnome's magic had inscribed on the ground. "Why…do you call…" said the creature.

Joachim yelled, "Hey, take that shit outside! I'll not have you tearing up MY BAR!" Turning to Harry, he said, "You want to do something useful? Get these assholes out of here. I don't care how, I don't care why, just GET. THEM. OUT."

"One room for the night, and you got a deal."

The human swung downward with his blade. It would have hit the warlock, had it not been blocked by Harry's prosthetic. Most were shocked. Understandably, as after all, how many people would be able (let alone willing) to block a paladin's blade mid-Crusader's Strike with their bare arms. "Mr. Gnome now would be the time to put the pet away and stand down," said Potter. Looking back to the paladin, he said, "We can take him to the guard. Let him stand trial. Then, if the court decides to have him killed, THEN you can go after him. This is a tavern. There are drinks aplenty, and we shouldn't be at each other's throats."

The human nodded, raising his sword from Harry's arm and sheathing it. As the paladin went to do so, the gnome took off at a sprint. "And look. The twerp got away." The armored human shoved Harry. "Now what are you going to do?"

Harry engaged his blade. Pulling out his wand, he yelled, "Accio Gnome!" At once, the warlock shot back into the bar. Dropping his wand, Harry caught the gnome and in one motion brought his blade-rails to the warlock's neck. "I tried to be nice. I TRIED to be respectful. But no. You HAD to abuse my generosity." He turned to look at the paladin, who stared in almost shock. "Sir, he is all yours."

The paladin replied, "Perhaps you should hold onto him. I can accompany you to the Stockade."

Harry shrugged. "Fine by me. One sec…" He tossed the gnome in the air. As the gnome flew, Harry retracted his blades and grabbed him with the A.R.M. Picking his wand, he began following the paladin out the door. He then said, "Needed a better grip on the poor sod. By the way, I never got your name."

"Makale. Paladin for Stormwind City. I answer to various authorities here. What's your name?"

"Judas. I'm just a… roaming mage. Fancied a nip at the tavern and wound up meeting you and our little friend here." Harry replied, waving the gnome a bit.

"This is so unbecoming of a gnome of my stature!" squeaked the gnome. "Let me go! I am Byron Cogrunner! I am a Chief Engineer amongst the people of Gadgetzan!"

Makale laughed. "Oh, as if I haven't heard THAT one before! Judas, do you have anything to shut him up?"

"Of course. Silencio!" The gnome continued to rant, but no sound came out of his mouth. "Better?"

"Much. Now, the Stockade is this way."

Upon reaching the Stockade, two guards walked out, inspecting Harry and his captive. One of them, a female human, said, "My my my. Mister Cogrunner, was it? I can't say I'm surprised to see you here. Two of your so-called 'pals' were just singing about you in the interrogation chambers." The gnome looked rather crestfallen. She continued, "Don't look so sad, my boy. We've saved you a room here, right next to Mister Hogger." She began laughing. "Simmons, take him downstairs. I'll deal with Mak and his friend."

As Harry handed Cogrunner over to the guard labeled Simmons, he turned to the female and said, "It was nothing, ma'am. I was just someone looking to help."

The guard nodded, "Fine by us. The name's Captain Kaedrin. You've already met Makale, I see. He's been a more than valuable asset to Stormwind." She turned to Mak, who merely shrugged. Turning back to Harry, she said, "And now there's the matter of payment. We were about to post signs with a 500 gold bounty for his capture, so you just got lucky. You got a name we put down as having collected on this? You know how paperwork can get."

Harry replied, "Judas. And yes, I have quite the knowledge on law enforcement and their paperwork." Merlin knows the Aurors were too hamstrung by it themselves."I would, however, just want to get back to the tavern and call it a day. That is, if there are no other issues I have to be present for?"

"No, you are all clear. Once you get your coin, you can do whatever you'd like," said Kaedrin. "Perhaps Makale would like to accompany you to said tavern?" The guard captain gave him a stern look.

Makale let out a sigh, "If I must."

As the pair walked to the Recluse, Makale asked, "So, how'd you get that arm? It's obviously a strong metal. Most material would buckle under my Crusader's Strike."

Harry replied, trying not to sound like he was put on the spot. "I lost the arm some time ago. It was replaced by a superior of mine. I guess you could call him a 'benefactor' of mine. He even had some cool attachments built in." He then demonstrated by unsheathing, and sheathing his twin blade-rails.

The pair approached the entrance to the Recluse. Before Makale and Harry walked in, a crash could be heard, followed by a draenei flying out of the entranceway. It was obvious that he was thrown out. Immediately after a female Kal'dorei walked out, yelling, "Next time you want to feel up my sister, I'll gut you like a fish! And stay out!" She then noticed the paladin and the wizard. "Oh. Hi." She waved rather sheepishly and ran back in.

As Harry walked to the bar, Joachim reached out to shake his hand. "Thank you for settling that issue. Warlocks aren't very well tolerated here, and one who tries to pick a fight with a renown paladin, doubly so. As we agreed," the bartender handed Harry a key. "One room for you. Upstairs, hallway along the right-hand wall, third door on the left. Just holler if you need anything."

"Thank you," replied Harry, taking the offered hand. He then turned to Makale. "Well Mak, I guess I'll see you later?"

The paladin saluted. "Walk always in the Light, Master Judas." With that, he walked out.

Harry watched him leave and headed for his new room, eager to end his first day in the Warcraft Canon.

Author's note: 12:58 a.m. and I am finally done with the fourth chapter! Time enough for a cold shower and a warm beer (wait, scratch that, reverse it.)

Please feel free to read write and review it for me. I can't find every problem with my story and I always welcome *constructive* criticism (keyword, right there.)

Until next time,

MasterMerrick.

P.S. Yes, Harry might be a bit of a smart-arse. I hope you don't mind.