Ramblings and Dribbles

by WolfgangNH

This is a posting of ramblings, dribbles, one-shots, unfinished ideas or other stuff I just don't think deserves it's own storyline. Some I plan to finish someday, others are what they are. This is mature reading for some posts. Some items may be well developed, others are not yet, and may never be. There will many different pairings, and sometimes none.

32. Through the Veil or Wicked! Dinosaurs

Relegated to my Rambling and Dribbles for now...

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A/N: All but the first chapter has been removed. Story is being posted on my main page as The Magic of Amber

Harry Potter/ Jurassic Park X-over

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Updated the Premise- 29 Jun 22

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General Premise and notes (may not be the final results): Starts at the end of OotP. Harry breaks out of Remus arms to jump after Sirius. Diving through the veil, he rolls out into the main atrium through a tarp hiding new construction a few months before the original disaster.

Magic is revealed and forces inside InGen want to study them, chief among them Sir Benjamin Lockwood and Dr. Henry Wu. Hammond wants to protect Harry as much as possible though, and has Muldoon 'watch over' Harry.

While there, Harry becomes friends with Charlotte Lockwood, and his powers become the 'secret ingredient' in fixing Maisie. Not to mention others down the road.

While ad JP, he learns about the dinosaurs from Muldoon. Having nowhere to go, not hearing from anyone in England and unsure if he is the only wizard in the world, he decides to stay on the island. Sirius has been found and eventually joins Harry at JP.

When the group comes in August of 1993, Harry accompanies the group. Meeting Lex, Harry is a little smitten with the attractive blonde, and the events of the seventy-two hours they are on the island bring them together. Want to plan for stuff after JP, but will take one thing at a time.

Knowing he has to keep his secret from the new comers, even now, he accompanies them on the trip and winds up on an adventure that leads to dinosaurs, blood, love and secrets being revealed.

Lex is two years older, maybe just turned sixteen, or close to it. In the meantime, Harry has turned sixteen, even though the story happens close to his birthday. Feeling like he needs someone close to his age, he wanders close to Lex. Of course, Harry isn't the scrawny teen he was at one point, which leads to a natural attraction between the teens.

Jurassic Park: Current year will be 1993, starting a few months before the events that shut it down. It will be a mix between movies and books, with some artistic license when I want, and I feel it makes it better :-)

Dino species (not full list yet): T. Rex, Dilophosaurus, Stegosaurus, Triceratops, edomontosaurus, Parasaurolophus, ankylosaurs, velociraptor

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Chapter 1

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A very bad night...

June 20, 1996

London, England

"Reducto! Diffindo! Reducto!" Harry said as fast as he could, his wand moving faster than his thought could really concentrate on the spells, but they came out anyways. Sirius was beside him, casting silent spells at both Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange. "Protego duo!" he screamed as Lucius shot a nasty looking purple spell and something impacted the side of the podium, sending rock shards everywhere. His spell made little tinkling spells as the rocks hit it with some force.

Malfoy screamed, his hands going to his face.

"It's just like old times, James," Sirius called from next to him, sounding amused.

Harry was trying to concentrate and cast the man a disbelieving look. The grin Sirius gave him, his eyes coming off the duel with Bellatrix for just a second, was all it took for Harry to lose the last one he considered family. It was a dark purple spell with what looked like black spikes. Harry watched it as though time almost stopped. Sirius realized a second too late, his wand starting to raise, the mirth changing to a look of horror before the spell hit him. Harry shifted his own wand, another Protego spell on his lips as he witnessed the spell from Bellatrix rip through his godfather.

"NO!" he screamed as a gash opened from his hip to his shoulder, blood spraying out and Sirius falling back. He was so close to the fluttering veil that as he stumbled back, only a light splattering of blood between him and Bellatrix Lestrange were the only signs that Sirius had just been standing there.

Harry was stunned. He had just watched Sirius being ripped open, and then he wasn't there. In one night, Harry had just lost everyone he really cared for. Hermione had been open up and he was sure she wouldn't make it. Ron was laying on the floor of the room. Luna was nowhere to be seen. Neville was holding his arm, blood freely flowing down, looking paler than Harry had ever seen him. It was a mad cackling that suddenly pulled Harry out of his horror. Without thought or word, he snapped his wand at Bellatrix. Three lines of magic burst from his wand. They were blades of pure magic. The insane witch was fast, spinning her wand before her. A shield intercepted the top two blades, sparking and making a gong sound. It drew most people's attention to see the witch's legs cut off a little below her knees. The look of surprise in her eyes was so absolute that Harry didn't know what to do at first, watching her fall back, her wand falling from her hand and pain replacing her surprise.

"Sirius!" Harry bellowed, turning towards the veil.

"Harry, no!" Remus yelled from nearby.

Harry was already moving; he was going to jump after his godfather to pull him back. Then get him some treatment. He was about to dive through when someone grabbed his jacket. "I'm saving Sirius," Harry yelled.

"Harry, no! He is gone," Remus called back.

Harry pushed his arms back and slipped out of the coat. As soon as his arms were clear, he dove through the veil...

As soon as he was through the veil, he felt as though his head was being torn apart. Harry screamed as his scar burst open. It was worse than when Voldemort had put him under the Cruciatus curse. He screamed at the pain. Something nearby screamed as well. Then it suddenly stopped...

Harry rolled as he came through the other side of the veil. His glasses cracked and fell off as he splayed out onto a cold floor. Someone yelled and then there was a few people talking rapidly in... was that Spanish? Harry pushed himself up, his wand coming up. Something warm was flowing down the left side of his face and he could only make out he was in a room that seemed bright. It was not the Department of Mysteries, which was dark everywhere.

Someone started to yell at him. "Where am I!" Harry yelled back. "Stay back or I'll stun you!"

"Easy, boy," a man with an African English accent. "No one needs to have their eyes poked out with that stick.

"Who are you? Where am I? STAY BACK!" Harry warned as he saw a shape getting closer.

"Stay back. Where did you come from? You have a nasty cut on your head," the man mentioned.

Harry jerked as he saw a shape coming from his right. "Stupefy!"

He could tell he hit the man as the shape fell. Harry wiped his wand to another shape. Merlin, he wished he didn't need glasses! "Stupefy! Stupefy!" he screamed out, realizing that none of them were casting spells. Another shape fell. There was a sound like an air gun then there was a pain in leg. "Stupefy!" he got off a few more times before he stumbled, suddenly feeling dizzy.

"Easy there, lad," the African sounding man said.

"Where am I..." Harry got out before he felt his legs fall out.

Someone caught him as he fell. "Got get Hammond or Arnold. We have a breach..."

Harry drifted off as the man spoke.

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Sometime later...

Location... Unknown

"SIRIUS!" Harry screamed as he suddenly shot out of the bed. Only, he didn't.

His arms came up short. Jerking to a stop, he plunged back into the bed, hard.

"NO! Accio wand," he cried out. The magic in him flared to his need. He felt the pull. There was the sound of something crashing to the ground outside the room and a yell. His holly wand came shooting through the door and into his hand. The adrenaline was starting to thrum through him as he realized he was bound to the bed. Catching his wand, he snapped, "Alohomora!"

There were clicks and handcuffs that were wrapped in cloth fell off his hands and feet.

"He's awake! Get Muldoon," someone yelled.

Harry rolled off the bed. Looking around the room for a way to escape. His vision was rather blurry. Making out a table on the side of his bed, he stumbled to it, quickly finding his glasses. He shoved them on his face. One lens was cracks and the lenses sat crooked on his nose. He needed to repair them but had to figure out where he was first.

There was a door with a toilet visible behind it. A window, obviously at ground level and showing a jungle outside of windows reinforced with a wire mesh and the door that his wand had flown through. He spun back towards the door and raised his wand. A woman in a white nurse's outfit was at the door. She was a mid-shade brunette, with a nice figure and blue eyes. Her hands were held wide. "Easy there, kid," she said. "We don't mean you any harm."

"Why was I cuffed the bed then? Where am I? Where's Sirius?" Harry questioned, his eyes looking everywhere, trying to find a way out. He wanted to blast the window, but it had made him a little apprehensive to see the wire reinforcement. He had only seen that on the tellie in places like a mental institute or somewhere that expected gun fire.

"Easy. Is Sirius that man we found a floor up?" she asked quietly.

"He made it through? Where is he? I need to get out of here," Harry told her, standing up fully, his wand still pointed at her. She seemed to be a Muggle, but he didn't care at the moment. He needed to get to Sirius, and he needed to get out of here.

"Just calm down. Sirius was taken to the mainland last night. He's still in critical condition, but the doctors think he will survive. Whatever cut him only went bone deep, no internal injuries," she told him.

Harry let out a ragged breath, his wand lowering a little. "I can't stay here. People will be looking for me," he told her.

"I don't think you will get far dressed like that," the man that he met yesterday said.

Harry crouched, putting most of the bed between him and the man. The man was holding a gun, which was pointed towards the floor, but Harry had a clue he could probably get a shot off at the same time he cast anything. "Don't come any closer," Harry warned.

The man regarded him.

"This is a clinic. Don't you dare fire at my patient," the woman declared.

"That boy took down four of my men with some type of taser or something," the muscular man said. Getting a good look at the man, Harry knew that this man was a hunter or warrior. There were sounds behind him and Harry caught sight of someone in battle gear. "Stupefy!" Harry called out. The man in door stepped out of the way, but the one in body armour fell as the red light hit him.

The man's gun was up, and Harry just missed the bullet. "Bloody hell! I don't want to hurt you," Harry yelled out. "I only want Sirius!"

There was another cling of bullet and Harry saw a dart sticking into the wall. "I won't kill you, but you have just attacked us again."

"You have bloody guns!" Harry shot back.

"And what is that taser thing?" the man countered.

"Bloody hell! If you don't stop we will all be in trouble," Harry yelled back. "Just take me to Sirius and we won't bother you again."

He heard at least one other come into the room. Leaning back to peer over the bed, he saw two more in the Muggle soldier armour. The first man fired off a shot. Harry growled, jumping to the side. "Stupefy! Stupefy!"

He hit the on in front, the man's gun going off. A dart buried itself in the floor before him. He scrambled as the other opened fire, diving behind a chair in the corner. He heard a few other darts hit the chair. "He's out, like the others," the other man said.

"Listen, kid. If you don't stop, I may have to use something more lethal, and I really don't want to do that," the man with the African accent said. "If you ever want to see this Sirius bloke again, you will want to live."

"If you fire at me with a real gun, I'll have to use lethal force too," Harry said back. He wasn't sure why Aurors or Obliviators hadn't shown yet.

"Alright. How about a compromise. You tell me why and how you broke into a very secure facility, and I would take out my real bullets," the man said.

Harry huffed. Where was the damn owl or Aurors? The Ministry was always quick to condemn him before he was sure Fudge would love to get his hands on him. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

There was a pause. "Try me. I've heard some pretty tall tales before."

Harry laughed. "Not like this."

"One more try, boy," the man said, sounding a little frustrated this time.

"My name is Harry," he called back, hating to be called boy.

"Alright, Harry, what is your story?"

Harry chuckled again. "Magic."

The silence was a little longer. "What's the real story?"

Harry figured he was already in trouble, so he cast his wand at a box on the wall that was clearly visible to the men. It was one the more recent transfigurations that Professor McGonagall had taught them. "Porcinifor."

The box morphed into a large African porcupine. "Bloody hell," the man that was talking to him cursed.

"What the fuck was that?" the other one said. Harry thought he sounded American.

"I can do something else," Harry called around the cough. "If you don't believe me."

The porcupine made an aggravated sound and lumbered out of his view. "Right, Harry. Why don't you come out nice an easy? Through your stick thing out first."

"Not bloody likely," Harry shot back.

"Alright, we will lower our tranquilizer guns and you hold that stick out where we can see it," the man said.

Letting out a long breath, Harry turned, and slowly stood, his wand out to his side. The two men held their guns to the side. The porcupine was now leaving the room. "What did you do to my man?"

"I stunned him," Harry answered.

"What did you use? The four you got yesterday still haven't woken up," the man said.

He felt a little confused. Usually, a stunner wore off in an hour or so. Perhaps because they were Muggles. "I didn't hurt them," Harry defended himself.

"How do you wake them up?"

"Can I use my wand?" Harry asked.

"Is that what that stick is?" the one in body armour queried. Harry nodded. When the other man nodded, Harry pointed his wand towards the man on the floor. The other two rose their guns halfway up. "Enervate."

The white light sailed across the room and second later that man started. "What the hell hit me," the man said, rolling over.

"Holy shit," the one in body armour said. "What do we do Muldoon?"

"Erica, you need to get Benning's on the here and call Hammond," the one named Muldoon called through the door.

"Right away, Mr. Muldoon," the nurse said from the hall.

"I need to see Sirius. Where are my clothes?" Harry was concerned with what was in his clothes. His invisibility cloak was in an expended pocket in his jacket, as was his coin pouch, the Marauder's map and knife Sirius had given him.

"In the nurses office. Found a few interesting things," the man said.

BLOODY FUCK! "I need it all back," Harry told him.

"We need to talk. You going to put down your... wand?" Muldoon said.

The other guard was up and his gun pointing to Harry. "You going to put down your guns?" Harry asked, raising his wand, ready to cast a shield.

Muldoon nodded and all three put their small guns into holsters. Harry lowered his wand below the edge of the cough. "I would put mine in my holster, but I don't have it right now."

"Go get the kid's stuff," Muldoon said. "Benning, stand guard outside the door."

The two men left, and Muldoon pulled up a stool on wheels by the door. Sitting, Harry still had the impression the man was a danger. He didn't miss the man had one hand close to his gun, and the other close to a large knife. Seeing how the man moved earlier, Harry wasn't sure he would be able to get off a spell two before the man got him. "We need to have a talk."

Harry looked at the man a little dubiously. "About what?" Harry asked cautiously, knowing what the man probably wanted to ask. Where were the damned Aurors!

Harry wasn't sure if whatever trouble he was in was better than the Aurors or not... he really didn't want to be captured by Fudge, but looking out at the jungle outside his window, he doubted he was anywhere near Scotland. Maybe another ministry would pick up on his spell casting?

"Whatever that was you just did," the man said calmly.

Harry eyed the man. "You and the others seem to be taking this a little calmly."

"I've seen a lot," the man said rather nonchalantly.

"You've seen magic before?" Harry asked.

"No, but I have seen things that seem like magic," the man commented. Harry felt like he was an antelope being sized up by a lion. The tenseness of the situation was not going away, even with the man's calm tone.

The man that had been sent to get his stuff came back in the room, dropping it on his bed and took up a position just inside the door. Harry nodded to man while eyeing everything on his bed. "What about them?"

"Let's say they've seen about as much. That as an interesting jacket we got of you last night," Muldoon said, nodding to his jacket.

Harry saw his oversized clothes, his invisibility cloak, what looked like Sirius wand, his map, the coin pouch, his taped-up trainer, the wand holder, the knife Sirius had gotten him that could open any lock and his broom.

Harry didn't say a thing.

"I assume most of those things are magical? Like that other stick we found with the man that we had to fix up?"

"If other wizards find me, they will come in here and obliviate everyone about who I am," Harry warned the man.

"So, there are more of you?"

Something about the question had Harry's guard up. "Ah, lots," he said.

"Why don't you get dressed. If the Nurse says you are good, we can take you over to the security offices," the man told him.

"Security offices?"

"You and that man, Sirius, have somehow made your way a hundred and twenty miles of the coast of Costa Rica, to a highly secret facility and onto an island that should have been near impossible to be on without coming by helicopter or boat, and I know that no one has smuggled on a boat," Muldoon said.

Bloody fuck! Harry yelled in his head. "Are you going to hand me over to the police?"

"That depends on my boss. I am more curious about that stick in your hand, as are a few others here on the island after watching the video feeds last night," Muldoon commented.

Harry looked out the window.

"I wouldn't try that, if I was you. There are worse things than lions and tigers and bears out there," the man said in a way that had a shiver go down Harry's spine.

Turning back to the bed, Harry put his holster on first. His hand slipped through the bands. Knowing that it wouldn't matter with all the other magic he had so far, he touched his wand to the holster, and it automatically tightened. Harry wondered how they had gotten it off, but that was something to figure out another time.

"What does the cloak do?" Muldoon asked.

"A secret," Harry replied. Muldoon didn't look pleased with the response.

"Who is this Sirius guy? Who does he work for?"

Harry thought about that as he shoved the cloak into his right pant pocket. Luckily Hermione had put an expansion charm on that. At the thought of her name, his throat clenched. He had no idea if anyone he had left last night was still alive...

"Where am I?" Harry countered.

Muldoon held his gaze. "Tell you what, you answer one of my mine and I will answer one of your. You won't need the jacket. It's rather warm outside."

Harry pinched his lips, putting his jacket over his right arm, leaving his left free and easier to get his wand. Sirius' knife slid into a sheath on the side of his holster. "Sirius Black is my godfather. He doesn't work for anyone right now," Harry said.

The man took a moment to say, "You are an island, called Isla Nublar, out in the Pacific Ocean. How did you get here?"

Harry steeled himself. "We were in a fight. Sirius got hurt and fell through a veil. I jumped in after him and ended up here." Getting annoyed with his broken glasses he took the off his face and took out his wand. The man at the door pulled his dart gun. Harry held his arms wide open. "I am only going to repair my glasses."

Muldoon turned his head to look at Harry sidelong. After a nod, the other man holstered his gun.

"Oculus Reparo," he said, tapping his glasses. He was curious why they broke, since he knew he had charms on them. The cracks mended themselves and the bridge straightened out.

"What type of fight were you in?"

"Against some really bad wizards. I need to get in touch with them to see if my friends are alright. When can I see Sirius?" Harry asked.

"Sirius is going to be in the hospital for a while. I heard he was pretty cut up and it took much of the night to get him fixed up. I would have suspected my people to die from a wound like that," Muldoon said.

Harry felt his chest clench. "Is he going to survive?"

"We don't know yet," Muldoon said. "Is a wizard too?"

Harry put his wand away and picked up the last thing on the bed: Sirius' wand. He tucked into the second wand slot in the opposite way so he would only grab his own wand when he needed. "He is," Harry confirmed. "Can I see him?"

Muldoon shook his head. "I can't let you leave until we know you aren't a threat and Hammond says you can leave."

"I can break out," Harry told him.

"Like I said, there are some bad things out there," Muldoon replied.

Harry snorted. "Worse than dragons and basilisks?"

There was a light in Muldoon's eyes. "Dragons are real?"

"Yeah. Big. Ugly. Breath fire. Not something I want to meet again," Harry told the man.

"You hunted one?" Muldoon queried.

Harry snorted. "I was forced to face one. It almost killed me."

"But it didn't."

Harry agreed. "But it didn't."

"I don't get why a small lizard would be so dangerous. There are basilisks all over the jungles on the mainland," Muldoon said. "I've seen them run across water, but never thought they were dangerous."

Harry looked confused. "Ah, a basilisk is a snake. Yellow eyes. Most poisonous think in existence. If it looks directly at you it kills you."

Muldoon looked even more interested. "It strikes that fast?"

"No. The stare kills you. Like if you look directly into its eyes, you die. Period."

"And you killed one?"

Harry wasn't sure how the man knew, but with how much trouble he was already in, did it matter what he said? Harry was still positive that the man would be obliviated as soon as others found him. "Yeah," was all Harry said.

Muldoon didn't look like he doubted him. "Sir, Benning is here," the man outside the room said.

A tall black man with a bald head and a piecing gaze walked into the room. "You get anything out sneak?"

"I don't think he is a sneak, but I wanted to hold him in the cells until Hammond gets back," Muldoon told the man.

Harry stood his ground as the man looked at him. "How old are you?"

"Almost sixteen," Harry replied almost instantly to the command in the man's voice.

"And who was the spy with you?" the man asked.

"Sirius is not a spy," Harry said rather indignantly.

Muldoon stood up. "Benning, I think this is something different than you think."

The tall man cast a glance at Muldoon. He had an American accent. "What do you mean different?"

"Did you see that porcupine out there?"

"The one they showed out. Who is importing illegal species?"

Muldoon nodded his head to Harry. "Pull up the camera footage and you'll see. I think we should keep this quiet until Hammond gets a look."

"Why does he have his stick back? And you are letting him keep a knife?" Benning asked, looking a little sceptically at Muldoon.

"The kid earned it. Besides, where will he run if he gets out of the compound?" Muldoon asked.

"How did he get here in the first place?" Benning challenged, turning his hard eyes back to Harry.

"I fell through a veil. I'd rather get my godfather and head back to England," Harry said back.

"After you steal stuff. Have the kid locked up and take away those weapons," the man demanded.

Harry reached for his wand, ducking low so only his head was above the side of the bed. The man next to Benning drew his dart gun again and the other outside the door stepped in. "If you fire I'll blast you this time," Harry warned.

"Put those away," Muldoon ordered. "Bloody damn it, Benning. Let me handle this."

"Hammond put me charge while he is away. Lock that boy up and I want updates that one we sent to the mainland twice a day," Benning said, to having even flinched at the tension in the room. With a hard look at Harry, the man turned and walked out. The other two hadn't put their dart guns away.

"Holster those damned things," Muldoon ordered. After a moment, the two guards did. "Listen, Harry, right?"

He nodded, slowly standing up. "If you wake up the men you knocked out yesterday, I'll let you keep your sticks. If you try anything funny, you'll wind up in here again, tied to the bed and I will break both those things."

Harry knew the man wasn't bluffing. "Sure," Harry agreed. He woke the four he had stunned yesterday, still not understanding why his spell had lasted so long. Two of them were in worker overalls and spoke only Spanish. The other two were guards.

When they walked out of the clinic, Harry saw a road and walkway. The walkway led off to the right and not far away there was a large building with a thatched roof. More importantly, though, was walking out of the airconditioned clinic into a muggy, hot mess.

Next to the clinic, on a carved stone was a circle with what looked like a dinosaur skull, like the ones he had seen in some of Dudley's books he had been able to steal. He caught lots of teeth. Above it was written, 'Clinic'.

They weren't even halfway to the big building when Harry was already sweating. Even though it was June in Scotland, that didn't mean it was much above the upper fourteen-point-five Celsius. It felt more like thirty-two out.

Another signpost had arrows pointing to 'Bungalows', 'Visitor Centre', 'Transportation Hub' and 'Stegosaurus Overlook'.

He blinked a few times. The yellow and orange logo at the top of the post matched the dinosaur skill outside the clinic. His head followed the signpost as they walked past. As the large white building came into full view, there was scaffolding and canvas clothes covering sections of it, and construction equipment and supplies were scattered about as at least a dozen workers looked to still be building part of the structure.

Above the large doors in the centre was a sign that was yellow on the top, orange on the bottom and clearly announce that he was at 'Jurassic Park'. Though, it wasn't the sign that caught his attention, but the cage on the back of a white jeep that was chirping loudly at him, as though there were dozens of animals in it.

He stopped as a dozen head poked out, each with a long snout, long necks and standing on two feet. His breath caught. His guards didn't force him on for a second. "Are those dinosaurs?" Harry got out as a whisper. He had seen some fantastic things in his short life, but to see something that should have been extinct millions of years ago was a real shock to his system.

Muldoon leant down, "Like I said, there are things worse than lions and tigers and bears out there."

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14.5 C = 59 F

32 C = 90 F