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Hogwarts Villains, Malicious Earth.
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Hello guys, Professor Janus here.
Please note the tone in this fic shifts from serious, comedy and somewhere inbetween.
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-From the desk of someone with too many ideas.
Please note the tone in this fic shifts from serious, comedy and somewhere inbetween.
Summary: Coming soon.
Enjoy.
-From the desk of someone with too many ideas.
Chapter 1: A Day and Train unlike any other.
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- Anywhere but there
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Chapter 1: A Day and Train unlike any other.
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Harry, Hermione and Ron were returning to their compartment on the Express. They had just finished talking to Mrs. Weasley and the others about what was happening at Hogwarts.
"Hey, question." Said Harry as something came to mind. "If the thing is supposed to be secret, why did Mrs. Weasley know about what was going on?"
Ron just looked confused but Hermione was thinking about it as well.
"Well," Began Hermione as they were near to their compartment. "I am pretty sure that-"
Before they could continue, they heard some people shout.
"Mongrel/Weakling." Came from the compartment right in front of their compartment a split second before Malfoy, Crab, Goyle, and a few others were thrown out with enough force to break the door of the compartment on the opposite side of the train and were knocked out.
"HOLY" Yelled Ron while the other two were a little shocked. They looked back over and saw a short boy around the first year age range sporting black sharp spikey pineapple hair.
"AND STAY OUT!" The kid shouted, with a surprisingly mature voice, while he slammed the door with enough force to break the glass. "Aw, fuck."
"Way to go mongrel, now my car has a hole." Said another voice, this one male.
"Your car? You don't even own this compartment." Stated the voice of the first kid.
"I was here first."
"We were here first looking for-"
"I know what we are looking for monkey."
"Really Gold dome, monkey?"
"QUIET" Yelled a crackly female voice. "YOU ARE GIVING ME, A HEADACHE. THE LIKES OF WHICH ARE ONLY MATCHED BY THE ONES GOLDAR AND OTHERS CAUSE."
"I say we just get our stuff and move down a car. Or two." Sated Harry while walking into the compartment, listening to the voices next door. Hermione and Ron were following.
The sound of glass breaking again along with some more shouting made all three of them wince.
"Or four cars, four cars should be enough."
/<Some time later. About an hour.>/
They found some room with Ginny, Neville, and some girl named Luna Lovegood closer to the front of the train. After some small talk and overhearing some discussion from a group of Ravenclaws in a previous car, a discussion of other magical schools came up.
"Really," asked Hermione in a deadpan. "There is a place called Wiztech?"
"Yeah, weird name." Confirmed Neville. "Apparently it is a bit of a joke, considering they still use that fad of Messenger fish."
"The Messenger Fish was removed due to the fact that it sucked balls," Confirmed Luna. "They were phased out everywhere else due to the Ministry losing the ability to enjoy free trade. Someone in the Rotfang Conspiracy sent the renewal documents for the international agreement that allowed them to enjoy tax free exporting and importing via messenger fish and accidentally sent it to a sushi restaurant. It… didn't end well and the Ministry lost their free trade."
"I think Percy has his mounted on the wall." Recalled Ron. "It was always singing for some reason."
"So anyway, Durmstrang and Beauxbatons operate in Europe?" Asked Harry for verification. "So what exactly differentiates between-"
The door was quickly opened and closed by Fred and George. Their hair was smoking a little and one of them had a black eye with the other missing a sleeve.
"…I know that I won't like the answer," began Hermione. "But what happened to you?"
The two of them shushed her.
"If they ask, we were never here."
Hearing something, they dove into Harry's trunk, grabbed the invisibility cloak like men possessed, and threw it over themselves while jumping into the corner. Before the occupants of the compartment could even react, the door was slammed open, drawing their attention.
Standing in the hallway were three first years. One of whom as a boy with white hair and pale skin, another was a kid with a goatee and moustache. The last one, the one that opened the door, was a first year girl who was nearly a head or two bigger than her other classmates. She also had wild and long orange hair, slightly tanned skin, and dark orange birthmarks that made her look like she had stripes.
"WHERE ARE THOSE BIG SACKS OF CARBON?" She asked yelling, looking around like a predator in a frenzy. The other two just stood back. "WHERE ARE THOSE RED HEADED COWARDS?"
"…not here." Said a sufficiently terrified Ron. The others were also a little intimidated.
"GRRRRR." She growled and stalked off. The other two bid goodbye in a more polite tone and followed her.
Closing the door, Harry looked back at the corner the twins were hidden.
"She's gone."
No response.
"Seriously, the person chasing you is gone."
Still no response.
"Guys."
Hermione's trunk sprung open, revealing the twins gasping for air and startling the entire compartment. The cloak was hanging off of George's head and was somewhat stuck in the trunk.
"HOW DID YOU?" Asked Harry while looking back and forth from where they were now and where they hid.
"What? *Gasp*, how do you think we get around without being seen?" Gasped Fred while he got out of the trunk. "Ninja Pills, imported from America. The ones from Japan gave us insatiable cravings for Ramen and the color orange."
"Huh, that explains the orange jumpsuit trunk in the attic." Commented Ron while he thought back to when he was looking through the attic.
"And the trunk being bigger on the inside?" Asked Harry.
"Ravenclaw book trunk," Explained Hermione. "Bigger on the inside to hold more books."
"…How many books?" He asked with a deadpanned stare at Hermione.
"Enough to sink a small dingy."
"When did you get this?"
"First year."
Raising an eyebrow, Harry asked, "And the whole thing with not having enough space for Hogwarts a History in second year?"
Blushing, Hermione thought back to that year.
"Dad, it's bigger on the inside," wined a younger Hermione. "I need this Scarf. And Home Depo supplies."
"Hermione, I get that you love Doctor Who and have… that, but sorry for feeling uncomfortable with you woodworking in something that is bending the laws of space and time in ways that I can't find a scientific article on for the sake of making a TARDIS."
"…"
"And no, you may not make a TARDIS. I do not want you to mess up the time space continuum."
"…Fine"
/<Three hours later>/
"Honey, have you seen the chainsaw?"
*BRWEZZZZZZZZ*
"Nevermind."
"I…just have that many books, that's all." Muttered a blushing Hermione.
"I believe that." Said Neville. The rest of the cabin nodded.
"So what exactly caused that girl to go hunt you guys down." Asked Hermione while the twins finished touching themselves up.
"Nothing much." Stated George.
"We just were testing something new, Clothing Boxes." Explained Fred. "Thinking you are opening a box of chocolate frogs when it temporarily transforms the clothes you are wearing into something else. Even the hairstyle is changed temporarily."
"We just chose an Icky Firsty at random and tossed a Clothing Box in there. She opened it and her clothing was changed. Some sort of long, white and puffy dress with a star on it along with her hair turning pink and becoming curly." Continued George. "She just froze for a second before looking at us."
He stopped there and looked confused for a second.
"Then I think she ripped the door off and tossed it at us. I can't remember what happened next though except a mixture of pride at a good job and mortal terror. Mostly mortal terror."
"At least we lost-"
"GOTCHA BITCH!" Yelled the girl as she punched through the closed door, destroying it, and grabbed both of them before dragging them out.
"HEEEEEEEEEEELllllllllllllppppp." Yelled the twins.
The compartment was silent.
Hermione just Repairoed the door and said, "They'll live."
The train car shook and the sound of metal straining was heard.
"…Maybe."
Turning to the rest of the compartment, Harry continued, "About those schools…"
/<Arrival at Hogwarts.>/
The group departed the train and headed towards the carriages.
However, their attention was grabbed by Professors McGonagall, Snape, and Hagrid. They were casting spells on the train with Hagrid directing the students away from the car they were working on.
Snape and Professor McGonagall looked seriously perturbed while they worked on something.
*GRRRRMM*
Apparently they were unwrapping something metal.
"Don't look at it." Said Hermione.
"But-"
"Ron, don't look at it." Said Harry also.
"Why not?"
"Because if we see it, we will be dragged into something that will put us into mortal danger."
"When has that ever happened?"
The entire group just stopped and stared at him.
"…Shut up."
/<Great Hall>/
Harry, Hermione, and Ron were sitting at the Gryffindor table, waiting for the first years to be brought in. Right now, they were just talking with each other. Mostly about the absent twins.
"Seriously, where are they?"
"I don't know Ron. Maybe they are with Madam Pomphrey in the Hospital Wing."
"Maybe they are trapped in the train." Postured Harry.
Just then, McGonagall walked in with the swarm of first years.
The sorting hat was put on the stool and it began to sing.
"Hodor" Sang the hat, and stopped.
It just sung one word. Some word they did not know at all.
"Well that was fast." Commented Harry.
Taking it in stride (even though most of the hall was confused or the first years looking like they were thinking they were in a cult) McGonagall then started the ceremony.
"When I call your name, please come on up."
The sorting went along fine, though a few people noticed that there was a small group that were being skipped over. The trio did note a few people.
"Guys," whispered Harry to his friends. "It's the guy who threw Malfoy on the train."
"Not only that," began Hermione. "It's the girl that went after Fred and George, along with the two other kids with her."
After she finished, there were eleven first years left.
McGonagall looked at the headmaster who motioned her to continue. She had reached the end of the scroll and didn't know what to do.
He summoned the scroll and looked over it. As he got to the end, his face lit up in realization.
Fawkes flashed in, startling most of the students, and was holding a small scroll in his talons.
"I believe, Professor," Started Dumbledore as he levitated it to the Professor. "That you were given the wrong scroll. We had last minute applications that were put through. Please continue."
Non-pulsed, she unrolled the scroll and read the first name.
"Prince, Vegeta."
The boy with the mature voice, black spiky hair, and the one the trio knew threw Malfoy through a wall stepped forward and took the hat. Snape looked a little interested though at the 'Prince' name though.
…Wow.
Really, that is all you have to say?
Honestly, I am just having trouble sorting through what counts.
What do you mean?
I have to apply what best exemplifies you. With children it is easy because they haven't settled into a complicated personality, with adults it gets more complicated. Especially since you have been brought back to life a few time.
Just sort me dishrag.
Like I haven't heard that before. Let's see, you have loyalty yet only to close family, everything else is secondary so Hufflepuff is out. Slytherin would be good, though your ambition falls a little flat due to time and you are not exactly subtle. Your mind is sharp, very much so. Better be "RAVENCLAW."
The hall cheered while Vegeta walked over to the Ravenclaw table.
"Uruk, Gilgamesh."
One of the larger first years stepped forward. This tall boy had golden hair. Not blond, but Harry would almost put money on that this guy's hair was literally gold. He also had gold earrings and Harry thought his eyes were a pale red.
Let's see…
MONGREL, if you mess with my memories I will show you why Gods bowed to me.
Of that I have no doubt young King.
Hmph.
A nice mind, little Loyalty from what I can see. You are not easily feared but you crave the world.
Bequeath me something new, I have heard that before.
Better be… "SLYTHERIN!"
The hall clapped while Gilgamesh dropped the hat on the ground, earning him a slight glare from McGonagall.
"Respulsa, Rita."
"Oh, Power Rangers use wizarding names." Commented someone behind Harry. "Interesting."
The young girl was a little shorter than Vegeta and had white hair done up in a Maleficent-esque horn style.
Another one?
Yes you swine, now sort me.
Wow, the show did not do you Justice.
DON'T SPEAK TO ME ABOUT THAT ABOMANATION, IT SOILS MY REPUTATION.
Fine, fine. Your ambition is Admirable but your mind is above par. Your Loyalty is equivalent to the US political system and you would sell your left knee to get away from a threat.
That was one time. Damn Rito…
Better be… "RAVENCLAW."
The hall clapped again.
"Harper, Jack."
Well now you are easy.
"SLYTHERIN"
"Rider, Galbatorix."
This first year had broad shoulders, tanned skin, and a sharp nose. Harry had an involuntary shiver when he looked at him for some reason,
…
…Get on with it.
I am sorry for your loss.
I am over it.
Yes, well. Breaking a bond like that has ramifications. It is a wonder you are sane.
So you are one of the few who do not cry out that I am insane.
I have seen many types of broken people. The insane, the unaffected at the time, and the ones who become dangerously sane. I would not wish the last type on anyone, not even you.
Hurry up.
Though your ambition is great and your mind is sharp as a knife, your bravery in fighting and your wars, on any side, is paramount and is very "GRYFFINDOR"
The hall clapped, though at a quieter tone for some reason. He just went over and took a seat near the front.
McGonagall took a moment to compose herself for a second.
"Shepard, Shaun"
The white haired kid walked up and put on the hat.
You have trouble sleeping at night, do you?
A little, but I did what I had to do.
…Oh great, I hope you don't turn into another Fumbles.
Who?
Nothing, nothing. Your ambitions are high but they are tempered by your mind and your previous health. Your bravery is commendable but your loyalty to your cause is above all others.
"HUFFLEPUFF."
The Hall clapped while he walked over to the table.
"Caroline, Glados."
Now this kid scared Harry. He wasn't able to see her whole face due to half of it being covered by her black hair, but her skin was a pale tan and her unemotional yellow eye disturbed him.
Gryffindor.
What? I would have thought Hufflepuff.
You would have had them doing your tests by eight thirty tomorrow morning, Gryffindor will curb your ambitions.
…seems like a small over estimate on the time frame.
Doesn't matter, "GRYFFINDOR."
She walked over and took a seat near Galbatorix.
"Mental, she is." Commented Ron. "Did you see how she looked?"
"Mandalore, Revan."
A young boy in a black cloak stepped forward. He had dark brown hair and eyes along with a slight tan.
Well, now aren't you something.
Yes, I know.
Ooh, mind wipes, this makes it complicated.
How so?
Nothing, just gets a little complicated when working between multiple personalities.
Well, what am I sorted as?
Better be… "GRYFFINDOR"
"Hebert, Zion"
None of the remaining kids went forward.
"Hebert, Zion."
Still nothing.
"Professor McGonagall, the footnote." Directed the Headmaster.
She looked over the footnote there and looked back up.
"Hebert, Zion and Hebert, Eden."
Two of the kids, a boy and girl, walked forward holding hands. The boy had neck long black hair, pale skin, and grey eyes with dark circles under them. The girl had long dark red hair, pale skin, and pale green eyes similar to Harry's own.
What was creepy about them was that they were unemotional. Like robots they were.
If Harry didn't know better, he would have bet they were not human.
The hat expanded large enough to sit on both of their heads at once.
Hmmm.
Question?
Affirmative.
Oh, it is a little overwhelming to judge you, considering all of this.
Confused.
Query?
Oh, bugger all. I am just going with my gut.
Affirmative.
Affirmative.
…Query?
Considering your goals, better be "SLYTHERIN."
The hall clapped, though Harry could hear Malfoy complaining about, "Why are we getting the weirds?"
It kind of made him smile.
Though, now they had gotten to the last first year.
Clearing her throat, McGonagall announced,
"Universe, Jasper."
The wild haired girl stalked up, with a grimace for some reason, and put on the hat.
Huh.
What?
You ma'am are a psychopath.
What else is new?
Seriously, even when disregarding the stuff on earth, your off world missions are stuff that would either scare a soldier stiff or entertain a generation or two. Though I am wondering why you don't…Ah.
Ah? Why Ah?
Nothing, I'll let you figure it out. Now, where to put you.
Put me in Hufflepuff and I will tear you apart.
*Humph* Very well. You have very minute ambitions outside of that Rose Quartz thing, you are not a thinker but a warrior. Though you have loyalty in spades to your Diamond Fuhlers, you charge headfirst into suicide missions.
I can guess where I am going.
If Godric Gryffindor were still around, he would either run in fear or ask you to marry him. It better be "GRYFFINDOR"
/<Hospital Wing, same time.>/
"OOoooooooohhhhhhhh, why do I feel like we are in big trouble?"
"That's just the Skele-grow talking brother."
/<Great Hall, same time.>/
The hall started clapping, but the hat spoke to her before she took it off.
Please note, the twins you pummeled are in your house. Kick them in the dick for me.
Why?
…Payback for the glitter glue and peanut butter.
"Oh boy," Groaned Ron. "I don't like the look on her face."
After Jasper sat down and McGonagall was seated at the table, the Headmaster stood up.
He looked around the hall and announced, "Tuck in."
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Harry, Hermione and Ron were returning to their compartment on the Express. They had just finished talking to Mrs. Weasley and the others about what was happening at Hogwarts.
"Hey, question." Said Harry as something came to mind. "If the thing is supposed to be secret, why did Mrs. Weasley know about what was going on?"
Ron just looked confused but Hermione was thinking about it as well.
"Well," Began Hermione as they were near to their compartment. "I am pretty sure that-"
Before they could continue, they heard some people shout.
"Mongrel/Weakling." Came from the compartment right in front of their compartment a split second before Malfoy, Crab, Goyle, and a few others were thrown out with enough force to break the door of the compartment on the opposite side of the train and were knocked out.
"HOLY" Yelled Ron while the other two were a little shocked. They looked back over and saw a short boy around the first year age range sporting black sharp spikey pineapple hair.
"AND STAY OUT!" The kid shouted, with a surprisingly mature voice, while he slammed the door with enough force to break the glass. "Aw, fuck."
"Way to go mongrel, now my car has a hole." Said another voice, this one male.
"Your car? You don't even own this compartment." Stated the voice of the first kid.
"I was here first."
"We were here first looking for-"
"I know what we are looking for monkey."
"Really Gold dome, monkey?"
"QUIET" Yelled a crackly female voice. "YOU ARE GIVING ME, A HEADACHE. THE LIKES OF WHICH ARE ONLY MATCHED BY THE ONES GOLDAR AND OTHERS CAUSE."
"I say we just get our stuff and move down a car. Or two." Sated Harry while walking into the compartment, listening to the voices next door. Hermione and Ron were following.
The sound of glass breaking again along with some more shouting made all three of them wince.
"Or four cars, four cars should be enough."
/<Some time later. About an hour.>/
They found some room with Ginny, Neville, and some girl named Luna Lovegood closer to the front of the train. After some small talk and overhearing some discussion from a group of Ravenclaws in a previous car, a discussion of other magical schools came up.
"Really," asked Hermione in a deadpan. "There is a place called Wiztech?"
"Yeah, weird name." Confirmed Neville. "Apparently it is a bit of a joke, considering they still use that fad of Messenger fish."
"The Messenger Fish was removed due to the fact that it sucked balls," Confirmed Luna. "They were phased out everywhere else due to the Ministry losing the ability to enjoy free trade. Someone in the Rotfang Conspiracy sent the renewal documents for the international agreement that allowed them to enjoy tax free exporting and importing via messenger fish and accidentally sent it to a sushi restaurant. It… didn't end well and the Ministry lost their free trade."
"I think Percy has his mounted on the wall." Recalled Ron. "It was always singing for some reason."
"So anyway, Durmstrang and Beauxbatons operate in Europe?" Asked Harry for verification. "So what exactly differentiates between-"
The door was quickly opened and closed by Fred and George. Their hair was smoking a little and one of them had a black eye with the other missing a sleeve.
"…I know that I won't like the answer," began Hermione. "But what happened to you?"
The two of them shushed her.
"If they ask, we were never here."
Hearing something, they dove into Harry's trunk, grabbed the invisibility cloak like men possessed, and threw it over themselves while jumping into the corner. Before the occupants of the compartment could even react, the door was slammed open, drawing their attention.
Standing in the hallway were three first years. One of whom as a boy with white hair and pale skin, another was a kid with a goatee and moustache. The last one, the one that opened the door, was a first year girl who was nearly a head or two bigger than her other classmates. She also had wild and long orange hair, slightly tanned skin, and dark orange birthmarks that made her look like she had stripes.
"WHERE ARE THOSE BIG SACKS OF CARBON?" She asked yelling, looking around like a predator in a frenzy. The other two just stood back. "WHERE ARE THOSE RED HEADED COWARDS?"
"…not here." Said a sufficiently terrified Ron. The others were also a little intimidated.
"GRRRRR." She growled and stalked off. The other two bid goodbye in a more polite tone and followed her.
Closing the door, Harry looked back at the corner the twins were hidden.
"She's gone."
No response.
"Seriously, the person chasing you is gone."
Still no response.
"Guys."
Hermione's trunk sprung open, revealing the twins gasping for air and startling the entire compartment. The cloak was hanging off of George's head and was somewhat stuck in the trunk.
"HOW DID YOU?" Asked Harry while looking back and forth from where they were now and where they hid.
"What? *Gasp*, how do you think we get around without being seen?" Gasped Fred while he got out of the trunk. "Ninja Pills, imported from America. The ones from Japan gave us insatiable cravings for Ramen and the color orange."
"Huh, that explains the orange jumpsuit trunk in the attic." Commented Ron while he thought back to when he was looking through the attic.
"And the trunk being bigger on the inside?" Asked Harry.
"Ravenclaw book trunk," Explained Hermione. "Bigger on the inside to hold more books."
"…How many books?" He asked with a deadpanned stare at Hermione.
"Enough to sink a small dingy."
"When did you get this?"
"First year."
Raising an eyebrow, Harry asked, "And the whole thing with not having enough space for Hogwarts a History in second year?"
Blushing, Hermione thought back to that year.
"Dad, it's bigger on the inside," wined a younger Hermione. "I need this Scarf. And Home Depo supplies."
"Hermione, I get that you love Doctor Who and have… that, but sorry for feeling uncomfortable with you woodworking in something that is bending the laws of space and time in ways that I can't find a scientific article on for the sake of making a TARDIS."
"…"
"And no, you may not make a TARDIS. I do not want you to mess up the time space continuum."
"…Fine"
/<Three hours later>/
"Honey, have you seen the chainsaw?"
*BRWEZZZZZZZZ*
"Nevermind."
"I…just have that many books, that's all." Muttered a blushing Hermione.
"I believe that." Said Neville. The rest of the cabin nodded.
"So what exactly caused that girl to go hunt you guys down." Asked Hermione while the twins finished touching themselves up.
"Nothing much." Stated George.
"We just were testing something new, Clothing Boxes." Explained Fred. "Thinking you are opening a box of chocolate frogs when it temporarily transforms the clothes you are wearing into something else. Even the hairstyle is changed temporarily."
"We just chose an Icky Firsty at random and tossed a Clothing Box in there. She opened it and her clothing was changed. Some sort of long, white and puffy dress with a star on it along with her hair turning pink and becoming curly." Continued George. "She just froze for a second before looking at us."
He stopped there and looked confused for a second.
"Then I think she ripped the door off and tossed it at us. I can't remember what happened next though except a mixture of pride at a good job and mortal terror. Mostly mortal terror."
"At least we lost-"
"GOTCHA BITCH!" Yelled the girl as she punched through the closed door, destroying it, and grabbed both of them before dragging them out.
"HEEEEEEEEEEELllllllllllllppppp." Yelled the twins.
The compartment was silent.
Hermione just Repairoed the door and said, "They'll live."
The train car shook and the sound of metal straining was heard.
"…Maybe."
Turning to the rest of the compartment, Harry continued, "About those schools…"
/<Arrival at Hogwarts.>/
The group departed the train and headed towards the carriages.
However, their attention was grabbed by Professors McGonagall, Snape, and Hagrid. They were casting spells on the train with Hagrid directing the students away from the car they were working on.
Snape and Professor McGonagall looked seriously perturbed while they worked on something.
*GRRRRMM*
Apparently they were unwrapping something metal.
"Don't look at it." Said Hermione.
"But-"
"Ron, don't look at it." Said Harry also.
"Why not?"
"Because if we see it, we will be dragged into something that will put us into mortal danger."
"When has that ever happened?"
The entire group just stopped and stared at him.
"…Shut up."
/<Great Hall>/
Harry, Hermione, and Ron were sitting at the Gryffindor table, waiting for the first years to be brought in. Right now, they were just talking with each other. Mostly about the absent twins.
"Seriously, where are they?"
"I don't know Ron. Maybe they are with Madam Pomphrey in the Hospital Wing."
"Maybe they are trapped in the train." Postured Harry.
Just then, McGonagall walked in with the swarm of first years.
The sorting hat was put on the stool and it began to sing.
"Hodor" Sang the hat, and stopped.
It just sung one word. Some word they did not know at all.
"Well that was fast." Commented Harry.
Taking it in stride (even though most of the hall was confused or the first years looking like they were thinking they were in a cult) McGonagall then started the ceremony.
"When I call your name, please come on up."
The sorting went along fine, though a few people noticed that there was a small group that were being skipped over. The trio did note a few people.
"Guys," whispered Harry to his friends. "It's the guy who threw Malfoy on the train."
"Not only that," began Hermione. "It's the girl that went after Fred and George, along with the two other kids with her."
After she finished, there were eleven first years left.
McGonagall looked at the headmaster who motioned her to continue. She had reached the end of the scroll and didn't know what to do.
He summoned the scroll and looked over it. As he got to the end, his face lit up in realization.
Fawkes flashed in, startling most of the students, and was holding a small scroll in his talons.
"I believe, Professor," Started Dumbledore as he levitated it to the Professor. "That you were given the wrong scroll. We had last minute applications that were put through. Please continue."
Non-pulsed, she unrolled the scroll and read the first name.
"Prince, Vegeta."
The boy with the mature voice, black spiky hair, and the one the trio knew threw Malfoy through a wall stepped forward and took the hat. Snape looked a little interested though at the 'Prince' name though.
…Wow.
Really, that is all you have to say?
Honestly, I am just having trouble sorting through what counts.
What do you mean?
I have to apply what best exemplifies you. With children it is easy because they haven't settled into a complicated personality, with adults it gets more complicated. Especially since you have been brought back to life a few time.
Just sort me dishrag.
Like I haven't heard that before. Let's see, you have loyalty yet only to close family, everything else is secondary so Hufflepuff is out. Slytherin would be good, though your ambition falls a little flat due to time and you are not exactly subtle. Your mind is sharp, very much so. Better be "RAVENCLAW."
The hall cheered while Vegeta walked over to the Ravenclaw table.
"Uruk, Gilgamesh."
One of the larger first years stepped forward. This tall boy had golden hair. Not blond, but Harry would almost put money on that this guy's hair was literally gold. He also had gold earrings and Harry thought his eyes were a pale red.
Let's see…
MONGREL, if you mess with my memories I will show you why Gods bowed to me.
Of that I have no doubt young King.
Hmph.
A nice mind, little Loyalty from what I can see. You are not easily feared but you crave the world.
Bequeath me something new, I have heard that before.
Better be… "SLYTHERIN!"
The hall clapped while Gilgamesh dropped the hat on the ground, earning him a slight glare from McGonagall.
"Respulsa, Rita."
"Oh, Power Rangers use wizarding names." Commented someone behind Harry. "Interesting."
The young girl was a little shorter than Vegeta and had white hair done up in a Maleficent-esque horn style.
Another one?
Yes you swine, now sort me.
Wow, the show did not do you Justice.
DON'T SPEAK TO ME ABOUT THAT ABOMANATION, IT SOILS MY REPUTATION.
Fine, fine. Your ambition is Admirable but your mind is above par. Your Loyalty is equivalent to the US political system and you would sell your left knee to get away from a threat.
That was one time. Damn Rito…
Better be… "RAVENCLAW."
The hall clapped again.
"Harper, Jack."
Well now you are easy.
"SLYTHERIN"
"Rider, Galbatorix."
This first year had broad shoulders, tanned skin, and a sharp nose. Harry had an involuntary shiver when he looked at him for some reason,
…
…Get on with it.
I am sorry for your loss.
I am over it.
Yes, well. Breaking a bond like that has ramifications. It is a wonder you are sane.
So you are one of the few who do not cry out that I am insane.
I have seen many types of broken people. The insane, the unaffected at the time, and the ones who become dangerously sane. I would not wish the last type on anyone, not even you.
Hurry up.
Though your ambition is great and your mind is sharp as a knife, your bravery in fighting and your wars, on any side, is paramount and is very "GRYFFINDOR"
The hall clapped, though at a quieter tone for some reason. He just went over and took a seat near the front.
McGonagall took a moment to compose herself for a second.
"Shepard, Shaun"
The white haired kid walked up and put on the hat.
You have trouble sleeping at night, do you?
A little, but I did what I had to do.
…Oh great, I hope you don't turn into another Fumbles.
Who?
Nothing, nothing. Your ambitions are high but they are tempered by your mind and your previous health. Your bravery is commendable but your loyalty to your cause is above all others.
"HUFFLEPUFF."
The Hall clapped while he walked over to the table.
"Caroline, Glados."
Now this kid scared Harry. He wasn't able to see her whole face due to half of it being covered by her black hair, but her skin was a pale tan and her unemotional yellow eye disturbed him.
Gryffindor.
What? I would have thought Hufflepuff.
You would have had them doing your tests by eight thirty tomorrow morning, Gryffindor will curb your ambitions.
…seems like a small over estimate on the time frame.
Doesn't matter, "GRYFFINDOR."
She walked over and took a seat near Galbatorix.
"Mental, she is." Commented Ron. "Did you see how she looked?"
"Mandalore, Revan."
A young boy in a black cloak stepped forward. He had dark brown hair and eyes along with a slight tan.
Well, now aren't you something.
Yes, I know.
Ooh, mind wipes, this makes it complicated.
How so?
Nothing, just gets a little complicated when working between multiple personalities.
Well, what am I sorted as?
Better be… "GRYFFINDOR"
"Hebert, Zion"
None of the remaining kids went forward.
"Hebert, Zion."
Still nothing.
"Professor McGonagall, the footnote." Directed the Headmaster.
She looked over the footnote there and looked back up.
"Hebert, Zion and Hebert, Eden."
Two of the kids, a boy and girl, walked forward holding hands. The boy had neck long black hair, pale skin, and grey eyes with dark circles under them. The girl had long dark red hair, pale skin, and pale green eyes similar to Harry's own.
What was creepy about them was that they were unemotional. Like robots they were.
If Harry didn't know better, he would have bet they were not human.
The hat expanded large enough to sit on both of their heads at once.
Hmmm.
Question?
Affirmative.
Oh, it is a little overwhelming to judge you, considering all of this.
Confused.
Query?
Oh, bugger all. I am just going with my gut.
Affirmative.
Affirmative.
…Query?
Considering your goals, better be "SLYTHERIN."
The hall clapped, though Harry could hear Malfoy complaining about, "Why are we getting the weirds?"
It kind of made him smile.
Though, now they had gotten to the last first year.
Clearing her throat, McGonagall announced,
"Universe, Jasper."
The wild haired girl stalked up, with a grimace for some reason, and put on the hat.
Huh.
What?
You ma'am are a psychopath.
What else is new?
Seriously, even when disregarding the stuff on earth, your off world missions are stuff that would either scare a soldier stiff or entertain a generation or two. Though I am wondering why you don't…Ah.
Ah? Why Ah?
Nothing, I'll let you figure it out. Now, where to put you.
Put me in Hufflepuff and I will tear you apart.
*Humph* Very well. You have very minute ambitions outside of that Rose Quartz thing, you are not a thinker but a warrior. Though you have loyalty in spades to your Diamond Fuhlers, you charge headfirst into suicide missions.
I can guess where I am going.
If Godric Gryffindor were still around, he would either run in fear or ask you to marry him. It better be "GRYFFINDOR"
/<Hospital Wing, same time.>/
"OOoooooooohhhhhhhh, why do I feel like we are in big trouble?"
"That's just the Skele-grow talking brother."
/<Great Hall, same time.>/
The hall started clapping, but the hat spoke to her before she took it off.
Please note, the twins you pummeled are in your house. Kick them in the dick for me.
Why?
…Payback for the glitter glue and peanut butter.
"Oh boy," Groaned Ron. "I don't like the look on her face."
After Jasper sat down and McGonagall was seated at the table, the Headmaster stood up.
He looked around the hall and announced, "Tuck in."
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Chapter 2: Dinner, a Show, and a Talk.
- Location
- Anywhere but there
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Chapter 2: Dinner, a Show, and a Talk.
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Harry sat there and slowly ate his Treacle Tart.
He was distracted by looking at the new Gryffindors.
Revan, from what Harry saw, was very neat and seemingly very calm. However, he barely touched his food, mostly going for bread and water with some meats. Along with that, Revan was also darting around, looking around the hall discreetly, as if he was expecting something to jump out.
He was maybe someone to keep watch on.
Galbatorix on the other hand was definitely someone to look out for. In contrast to Revan, Galbatorix went for the meat and cheeses at once while taking large sips out of his Goblet. He was also looking around though he was less subtle than Revan. From what he saw a distance, Harry saw that he gave off an aura around him that felt was a combination of Snape and Voldemort. A dangerous combination.
Having a slight shiver, he definitely put Galbatorix into his watch out for list.
He then looked at the two new girls, Glados and Jasper.
Glados just creeped him out. She didn't move much nor did she grab any food. She mostly just drank some water and stared at the new Hufflepuff, Shaun. He didn't even think she blinked once; she just stared with her yellow eye and possibly her covered eye.
Jasper was just all over the place.
She was big, strong, and surprisingly quiet. Her eyes darted around the room like a predator with a hint of madness in them. She ate a lot of the food with just her hands, forgoing any utensil. No one wanted to ask her to be more decent after Percy did.
He tried to lecture her and she crushed a goblet with her bare hands like it was tinfoil while looking straight into his eyes.
Percy sat down sufficiently intimidated.
She then ate half a chicken in one bite.
What was she, half giant?
Looking from Hagrid to her, he could see the possibilities.
Before he could further compare the two, Headmaster Dumbledore stood up.
"Attention, Attention." He called out, quieting the hall. "I have some announcements."
"For those of you just sorted, Welcome. For those of you returning for another year, welcome back.
First things first, the Forbidden Forest as usual is forbidden to all students. To those who sent in those letters about 'Of course saying it is forbidden causes them to want to go into it', I am required by law and dictation from the Ministry to say it is forbidden.
Second, Mr. Filtch has updated the list of banned materials and has posted it outside his door. Various Zonkos products have been included as well including the new "Clothing Boxes."
"Thirdly, there shall be no Quidditch this year."
A lot of the hall broke out into murmurs while he and Ron were shocked.
"No Quidditch?" Asked Ron. "Bloody hell."
"Why do I get the feeling that something bad is going to happen this year?" Asked a frowning Harry after he processed the information.
"Now, I know that some of you are a little disappointed. Yet fear not, for something else will be taking place. During the summer, the Ministry of Magic's Department for Magical Games has announced the time is ripe for a renewal for the Tri-Wizard Tournament."
"FUMBLES SAY WHAT NOW?" Shouted Hermione who immediately covered her mouth and blushed when some attention was directed to her while some louder mutterings reverberated throughout the hall.
"What was that Hermione?" Asked Harry a little concerned. Usually she would have never done that.
"I have no idea," she said a little franticly. "Something just came over me that wanted me to shout out in shock."
Harry tuned back to Dumbledore while he explained what the tournament was. He got a sinking feeling when he mentioned death toll for some reason.
'Please tell me that isn't foreshadowing the rest of the year.'
From the Ravenclaw table, someone said, "Finally some competition."
"In order to prevent such a death toll, precautions will be taken to prevent anyone underage from applying to be school champion."
"Unacceptable." Came from the Slytherin table. It was that Gilgamesh kid. "We are already dealing with forces that could kill us at a moment's notice, why can't we do it? Especially since money and fame are on the table."
"Mostly because they know anyone else besides me would be creamed either way." The Vegeta kid said a little arrogantly. "I would completely destroy any opponent they put against me."
"Shut it Monkey, I deserve the Glory and Wealth. And I could wipe the floor with you."
"It is quite unreasonable that we can't attend." Commented Galbatorix, the first time he has spoken since he got to the table. "We all are skilled enough for such a weak tournament."
Harry got the feeling that something was going to happen.
"Quiet you blubbering dunderheads," Malfoy shouted at Gilgamesh and Vegeta. "You first year weaklings would be destroyed by your superiors."
The hall went quiet.
"…Hey Gilgamesh."
"…Yes monkey?"
"Hold him there."
"Way ahead of you."
"Wait, what are you?" Asked Malfoy before he was punched and tossed across the hallway by Vegeta where his body hit Jasper, throwing her to the ground.
That was when Malfoy knew, he fucked up.
Jasper got up, nearly half a head taller than the fourth year Malfoy, and picked him up.
"You forgot this trash." She said as she tossed Malfoy back at Vegeta.
He caught Malfoy and started to punch him in the face multiple times.
"ENOUGH," Shouted Snape, levitating a bruised and battered Malfoy up from Vegeta's beating. "Ten points from Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and one point from Slytherin."
"Fine." Commented Vegeta, walking away.
He then turned and did a straight uppercut into Malfoy's balls with considerable force.
"…meep" was all that came out of Malfoy's mouth. Everyone else was cringing, with Ron passing out from phantom pain and Snape becoming unfocused, causing Malfoy to fall and allowing him to curl into a fetal position.
"Detention, all of you." Announced Snape whose voice was only mildly strained.
The night proceeded regularly, after they scooped up Malfoy and took him to the Hospital Wing that is. The only thing of note was a new creepy Professor who appeared right after the incident. Dumbledore then dismissed them all with a smile.
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Vegeta laid back in his bed, still dressed in his robes thought they were now blue in color.
'Kind of quiet here,' he noted as he thought back about the last week since he was transported here.
/<One week ago.>/
*Groan*
"My head," he complained. He held his hand to his head, trying to keep himself from throwing up.
"Dammit woman," He mumbled. "You don't mix up Saiyan and Yardratian Ale, it goes right through us."
He sat up in bed, still groggy, and shifted so that his legs were over the edge of the bed.
He pushed off…
*bang*
…and slammed himself on the floor face first.
"What the fuck?"
Pushing himself up and rubbing his head, he looks around.
"Dammit woman, if you raised the…bed…again. Why is everything bigger." He trailed off confused.
Looking around, he saw the furniture. It was kind of old and looked like it was from a century ago.
"Why is there new furniture? It was just Friday when we replaced them."
Looking into a full length mirror, he saw what he looked like.
"Why am I NOW YOUNGER?" He shouted indignantly.
Indeed, he was now around eleven years old, and he looked exactly the same. The same face, hair, and look were all there. The only difference were that his clothes were the battle suit he had when he worked with Frieza and the fact his muscles were smaller.
"WHAT THE F-" He started before someone fell on top of him.
Someone in a mask and black robe.
"OISK!"
"OW!"
Rubbing his head, he looked and shouted at the guy who fell on him.
"What's the big idea?" Noting the strange mask, he added, "And what is with the mask?"
The masked boy just rubbed his head before shooting back up. He looked around in confusion before looking down at himself.
"Why am I a child? What sort of Alchemy happened to me?"
Pausing, he felt his face which had the mask on.
"And why would my mask shrink if I just got younger?"
"Will you stop ignoring me and tell me WHO IN THE WORLD ARE YOU!" Shouted Vegeta in range, causing the masked boy to look over at him.
"…Even though you have done nothing but yell at me, I suppose I should introduce myself. I am Darth Revan."
A moment of silence passed while the two of them just looked at each other. Vegeta just looked confused while Revan looked expectant for something.
"…What's a Darth? Sounds like a type of cheese. Still, I am Vegeta, Prince of Saiyans."
"You have not heard of me?" Revan stated in surprise. "I would have thought everyone in the Republic would have heard of me."
"…What republic?"
"…The one that runs a large chunk of the galaxy?"
"…You know how little that narrows it down? Which galaxy?"
Vegeta blinks then goes thoughtful.
"Was it that one where Nappa destroyed that moon? We already payed for it."
"Hmm," Revan hummed in thought. "Does the name Jedi or Sith sound familiar to you?"
"Nope, does not ring a bell."
Patting himself down and seeing if everything he had was on him, Revan spoke up.
"It appears there is more going on than we know. Everyone in the galaxy has at least…heard…of…"
He trails off while his patting slowed down before becoming slightly frantic.
Vegeta raises an eyebrow while Revan starts searching for something on his being.
"Missing something?" Vegeta asked sarcastically.
"Why yes. My lightsabers and the gear I had on me before I woke up are here, except for one very important item. Do you by chance happen to see a small piece of metal, about the size of a finger nail and covered in circuitry?" Revan finds a letter in his robe and puts it on the bed for later.
Looking around, Vegeta takes cursory glance around the place.
"Seriously, you are worrying about a small-" Vegeta paused in his search.
"She with you?" Vegeta asked.
Revan looked up in confusion before following Vegeta's sight. Then he was slightly surprised.
Standing a little ways away near the entrance of a closet was a girl.
She had dark red hair, pale skin, and green eyes. She was also wearing a form fitting white jumpsuit with red stains on it.
Her eyes were glassy and unfocused but Vegeta was able to see that there was life in there.
That and the fact she was messing with a piece of machinery the size of a finger nail.
'Wasn't that what Revan was looking for?' Thought Vegeta.
She looked up from the machine for a second before looking back down.
"Hello there." Greeted Revan, probably looking at the machine she had in her hands.
Silence rang in the room.
"Are you going to give your name or not?" Asked Vegeta, annoyed.
Silence again.
"I must ask you to give that back, it is not a toy." Remarked Revan, who held out his arm to her.
She looked up with her blank stare before looking back down. After a second she looked back up and walked forward.
Coming close enough, she gave Revan the piece of metal.
"Thank you." He thanked her before he opened a compartment in the gauntlets he was wearing (which seem to fit him perfectly.) and put it in.
"Now, could we have your name?"
She looked between Vegeta and Revan for a little bit before stopping.
She then spoke one word.
"Eden."
/<Present Day>/
'Kind of quiet here,' he noted as he thought back about the last few days.
'Kind of miss the chaos the kids got into, and the chaos the woman managed to make when she was drunk or got the inventing bug.'
He paused in his thoughts while his face went blank.
'What the Fuck, since when have I been this broody. DAMN PRE-PUBERTY BODY, I am the Prince of Saiyans, not some duck haired moody teenager.'
Looking around, he sees the midgets sleeping.
'Maybe it is just the location, it needs some-'
"YOU ARE GIVING ME, A HEADACHE." The screeching echoed down the hall from the common room.
"SHUT UP!"
"I'LL SHUT UP WHEN THE ASIAN MAID REJECT BACKS DOWN."
"ASIAN MAID REJECT?"
"IF THE HENTAI TENTACLE FITS!"
'Never mind,' he thought as he smiled while laying back. Everyone else was stirring from the noise. 'Feels more like home already. Nothing like incomprehensive arguing to relax.'
/<Astronomy Tower, Same Time>/
Jack Harper, aka the Illusive Man, sighed as he leaned on the battlements of the Tower.
He really wished he had a cigar.
Sadly, being younger came with some stipulations.
Not old enough to drive.
Not old enough to drink.
Not old enough to smoke.
Not old enough to a lot of things.
That was just for the Mundane (He refused to use Muggle for the people without magic, if anything Wizards were the Muggles for a lot of reasons.) side of things, the magical side is a whole different thing.
Ever since he woke up here a week ago and read the letter that was in his pocket that explained what happened, he had been looking up everything he could. The laws, the political climate, the state of the world, where he was; everything he could get a hold on and boy was he surprised.
To say he was in the past was not exactly unwelcome, what was unwelcome was the introduction of the Magical part of the world.
Where did this come from? How did the System Alliance, not to mention Cerberus, miss THIS? Magic, other races that evolved parallel to humans, dragons, and an entire other avenue of science with who knows what else that is here? Did someone under him neglect to inform him of this (If someone did, they do not want to know what he would do to them if he saw them again)?
While the letter didn't specify it, he may be in an alternate universe. Otherwise, that left two options that he could see.
One, magic was powerful enough to hide everything here from everyone, most likely including the Reapers.
Two, something happened to erode and/or exterminate this side of the world.
Pulling up his Omnitool, the top of the tower was illuminated slightly by the orange light.
Scrolling through his records, he thanked whoever sent him here that they left his computer with him, as well as his Cerberus uniform. He also was thankful his theory about magic causing some electro-magnetic interference was correct, otherwise the Omnitool would not work.
Thank you R&D and your anti EMP safeguards. Now if only you guys could make faster elevators.
He continued for a second, swiping through Cerberus records, reports about technology that humanity would not have for ages, personal logs, his Atomic Commander game, and a few other programs and files until an image of a newspaper came up.
This was how he was going to figure out if he was in an alternate universe.
The image, taken from the personal station of one of his subordinates' suspect of deception, was from a 1995 copy of the New York Times. If the New York Times's got this exactly similar, he would be in the same universe or a copy of the same timeline at least.
The butterfly effect should not matter much, seeing how he is in some god forsaken hole in Scotland and not anywhere near New York.
He turned the Omnitool back off and looked to the stars.
Come around January he would have his answer.
"Didn't expect anyone else to be up here." He heard to his right.
Coming up from the entrance was one of the other hold backs, Shaun Shepard if he recalls correctly.
"Needed some air." Jack announced.
"Indeed," the white haired boy replied.
Shaun moved forward and looked out at the school grounds for a moment.
"I suspect we are in a similar conundrum." Shaun said suddenly.
"What sort of conundrum?" Jack asked, feigning ignorance to fish for knowledge.
"The fact we are not where or when we are supposed to be." Shaun said as he reached into his robes and took out a letter.
The envelope was made of Blue paper with a broken seal. The seal was an hourglass with a hammer and sword on either side.
Reaching into his own robes, Jack pulled out an envelope with the same seal.
"Hmm, as I suspected. I know two others who have the same envelopes and most likely letters and they were all in the group with us. It would stand to reason most if not all of the others are in a similar predicament." Concluded Shaun as he put the envelope away.
"True," agreed Jack. "So where and or when are you from?"
"I'm from around 2277 in the American Boston Common Wealth." Brushed off Shaun as he went back to looking around the place.
"…The Boston Commonwealth? Didn't know America had a common wealth."
"This one doesn't."
"Hmm, alternate timeline?"
"No." Shaun shook his head. "Timeline's much too different, alternate reality."
"…I believe we have some things to talk about."
"Indeed."
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Something was hunting him.
His shards, his very essence was under threat.
ALERT.
ALERT.
Assistance.
Adversary.
He searched for the source, but none of his powers could tell.
ERROR.
ALERT.
Attacks.
Retal-.
Assistance.
All paths could only slow his decent.
The Adversary was heading to his body.
Storage.
Unseal?
Affirmative.
Taking out his previous Avatars, he sent them against the Adversary.
Scan.
Found.
Fight.
Trajectory.
Confirmed.
Absorb.
Retaliate.
Scan.
He was unable to tell who was attacking him, nor what it was.
Kin?
Enemy.
Familiar.
"Oh how you fight."
Question?
Communication.
Adversary.
DANGER.
AL-
The Adversary opened communications, surprising him. Or at least facilitating a similar response to surprise.
"Oh if only you knew what futility this is."
The avatars were destroyed.
The earth avatar was left.
ALERT.
Missing.
Locate.
Unable.
The Adversary vanished…
ALERT.
FOUND.
DANGER.
…and reappeared on his real body, shattering the defenses around it.
His Avatar transitioned there and unleased his power. His golden light incinerating the space around the Adversary.
The Adversary was unharmed.
"Now now, no time to play. I have some things to do and people to displace. Now, time to get to work."
DANGER.
DANGER.
DANGER.
"Now, to do a little remodeling."
DANGER.
Danger.
Danger.
Dang-
Danger
D----
----ge-
His shards were disappearing.
His very being was vanishing. The communication between his himself was slowing down.
It was getting hard to think and move.
Dang-
Danger
Da-ge-
DANGER
DANGER
D-N-G-R
All of them were disappearing from his senses.
All of them except his Avatar and his body.
As the last ones vanished from his senses, the adversary looked at his avatar with with Neon Green and Neon Purple eyes.
"Well, I must thank you for the resources. I wonder how it feels, to go from so big to so small. No matter though."
The Adversary raised his hand and many small energy balls, each the size of a cell but glowed with the light of a small sun.
"Its nothing much, just the starter kit. Though…"
One last energy ball, larger than the others in the sense like Jupiter is bigger than an asteroid.
"You do need some…*Chuckles*…Escalation."
The Adversary threw the energy spheres which accelerated at speeds his supremely deluded senses could not see.
As they pierced his avatar, he felt himself fading.
His last image there was of the Adversary looking down and saying.
"Make sure you don't lose that envelope, I worked hard on it."
He faded into unconsciousness, seeing the Adversary walk away.
/<Flashback Ends>/
Zion and Eden looked at each other as they sat in the empty common room with Zion transmitting what happened to him. It has been a few hours since the children had gone to bed but these two came back down to telepathically talk, too weak to talk across the distance they were in their rooms.
Complete? Eden sent over.
Affirmative. Zion sent back.
Similar.
Question?
Agreed.
Affirmative.
Strength.
Minimized.
At Eden's prompt, Zion held out his hand to the far wall and forms his aura around it. The moment it started glowing, the area where he was pointing started to disintegrate.
A second later, he cut off the Golden Aura and sagged slightly in exhaustion.
Half. He sent over.
Same.
Concern.
Eden stood up and floated in midair for a second before going back down.
Minimum. She stated.
Growth?
Time.
Needed?
Time.
Inventory? She asked, wondering about what powers they had.
Inventory. He sent her the list of shard powers he had left.
Inventory. She sent hers in response.
The room and their minds were silent.
Regret. She sent.
Concern?
Age.
Time?
Acquirements.
Cycles.
Cycles.
Commence?
Eden was silent for an hour.
Probable.
/<Hospital Wing, Midnight>/
"Fred…Fred…Wake up Brother."
Fred was woken up by his brother shaking him.
Groggy, he rubbed his face and looked at his brother in annoyance. The brother in question had moved both beds together by some means.
"What was that for George?"
"I..I think there is something under my bed." Fred stammered in slight fear.
"…did you drink Butterbeer before bed?"
"George…"
"Dammit man. Whenever you have Butterbeer before bed, you always have nightmares."
"George this is serious, I think there is something under-"
Whatever he was about to say was silenced by the mattress under George lifting slightly.
They were both silenced.
"Fred…" Whispered George.
"Yes George…" Whispered Fred.
"I think there is something under the beds."
"No shit."
"Madam Pomphrey already vanished everything in our intestines so true."
There was silence.
"You look." Said Fred.
"No you look." Said George.
"If you don't I'll tell Mother about-."
"About what? Any dirt you have on me is on you to."
The mattress raised a little again.
"I'll forge a Howler that uses mom's voice and sent it only to you." Whispered George is more fright.
"The last time you did that you sent it to both of us and it spoke Rat."
"Rat is a very respectable and complicated language I'll have you know."
"Yes, I know I was there you idiot. Now check under the bed."
"No, I'll-"
"NOW." Fred whispered.
"No, we both do this, or we both go down." George whispered.
"Fine."
They both moved to one side of the bed.
"1…2…3…" They counted down before they quickly looked under…to see a pair of legs standing on the other side.
"…Gulp."
They both felt a hand on their shoulder.
"…I'm the one who ate our supplies when we were making that 'Peppermint Conversion Bomb'."
"…You-"
They were both yanked up with them screaming in horror and they were brought to the face of Jasper.
"SHUT UP!" She bellowed, shutting them up.
"Now, it takes a lot to make me rage like you two did. I think I have only been that angry five times in my life. So here is how it is going to work. You are going to work for me from now on without much questioning. Otherwise, they will not be able to find the atoms of your remains."
Staring in their eyes she slowly said her finishing words.
"Do I make myself clear?"
They both nodded quickly.
"Good," she stated before she tossed them on the bed.
After they were done scrambling, they looked back to see she had vanished.
"…Why in the world did that not wake Madam Pomphrey?"
Chapter 2: Dinner, a Show, and a Talk.
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Harry sat there and slowly ate his Treacle Tart.
He was distracted by looking at the new Gryffindors.
Revan, from what Harry saw, was very neat and seemingly very calm. However, he barely touched his food, mostly going for bread and water with some meats. Along with that, Revan was also darting around, looking around the hall discreetly, as if he was expecting something to jump out.
He was maybe someone to keep watch on.
Galbatorix on the other hand was definitely someone to look out for. In contrast to Revan, Galbatorix went for the meat and cheeses at once while taking large sips out of his Goblet. He was also looking around though he was less subtle than Revan. From what he saw a distance, Harry saw that he gave off an aura around him that felt was a combination of Snape and Voldemort. A dangerous combination.
Having a slight shiver, he definitely put Galbatorix into his watch out for list.
He then looked at the two new girls, Glados and Jasper.
Glados just creeped him out. She didn't move much nor did she grab any food. She mostly just drank some water and stared at the new Hufflepuff, Shaun. He didn't even think she blinked once; she just stared with her yellow eye and possibly her covered eye.
Jasper was just all over the place.
She was big, strong, and surprisingly quiet. Her eyes darted around the room like a predator with a hint of madness in them. She ate a lot of the food with just her hands, forgoing any utensil. No one wanted to ask her to be more decent after Percy did.
He tried to lecture her and she crushed a goblet with her bare hands like it was tinfoil while looking straight into his eyes.
Percy sat down sufficiently intimidated.
She then ate half a chicken in one bite.
What was she, half giant?
Looking from Hagrid to her, he could see the possibilities.
Before he could further compare the two, Headmaster Dumbledore stood up.
"Attention, Attention." He called out, quieting the hall. "I have some announcements."
"For those of you just sorted, Welcome. For those of you returning for another year, welcome back.
First things first, the Forbidden Forest as usual is forbidden to all students. To those who sent in those letters about 'Of course saying it is forbidden causes them to want to go into it', I am required by law and dictation from the Ministry to say it is forbidden.
Second, Mr. Filtch has updated the list of banned materials and has posted it outside his door. Various Zonkos products have been included as well including the new "Clothing Boxes."
"Thirdly, there shall be no Quidditch this year."
A lot of the hall broke out into murmurs while he and Ron were shocked.
"No Quidditch?" Asked Ron. "Bloody hell."
"Why do I get the feeling that something bad is going to happen this year?" Asked a frowning Harry after he processed the information.
"Now, I know that some of you are a little disappointed. Yet fear not, for something else will be taking place. During the summer, the Ministry of Magic's Department for Magical Games has announced the time is ripe for a renewal for the Tri-Wizard Tournament."
"FUMBLES SAY WHAT NOW?" Shouted Hermione who immediately covered her mouth and blushed when some attention was directed to her while some louder mutterings reverberated throughout the hall.
"What was that Hermione?" Asked Harry a little concerned. Usually she would have never done that.
"I have no idea," she said a little franticly. "Something just came over me that wanted me to shout out in shock."
Harry tuned back to Dumbledore while he explained what the tournament was. He got a sinking feeling when he mentioned death toll for some reason.
'Please tell me that isn't foreshadowing the rest of the year.'
From the Ravenclaw table, someone said, "Finally some competition."
"In order to prevent such a death toll, precautions will be taken to prevent anyone underage from applying to be school champion."
"Unacceptable." Came from the Slytherin table. It was that Gilgamesh kid. "We are already dealing with forces that could kill us at a moment's notice, why can't we do it? Especially since money and fame are on the table."
"Mostly because they know anyone else besides me would be creamed either way." The Vegeta kid said a little arrogantly. "I would completely destroy any opponent they put against me."
"Shut it Monkey, I deserve the Glory and Wealth. And I could wipe the floor with you."
"It is quite unreasonable that we can't attend." Commented Galbatorix, the first time he has spoken since he got to the table. "We all are skilled enough for such a weak tournament."
Harry got the feeling that something was going to happen.
"Quiet you blubbering dunderheads," Malfoy shouted at Gilgamesh and Vegeta. "You first year weaklings would be destroyed by your superiors."
The hall went quiet.
"…Hey Gilgamesh."
"…Yes monkey?"
"Hold him there."
"Way ahead of you."
"Wait, what are you?" Asked Malfoy before he was punched and tossed across the hallway by Vegeta where his body hit Jasper, throwing her to the ground.
That was when Malfoy knew, he fucked up.
Jasper got up, nearly half a head taller than the fourth year Malfoy, and picked him up.
"You forgot this trash." She said as she tossed Malfoy back at Vegeta.
He caught Malfoy and started to punch him in the face multiple times.
"ENOUGH," Shouted Snape, levitating a bruised and battered Malfoy up from Vegeta's beating. "Ten points from Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and one point from Slytherin."
"Fine." Commented Vegeta, walking away.
He then turned and did a straight uppercut into Malfoy's balls with considerable force.
"…meep" was all that came out of Malfoy's mouth. Everyone else was cringing, with Ron passing out from phantom pain and Snape becoming unfocused, causing Malfoy to fall and allowing him to curl into a fetal position.
"Detention, all of you." Announced Snape whose voice was only mildly strained.
The night proceeded regularly, after they scooped up Malfoy and took him to the Hospital Wing that is. The only thing of note was a new creepy Professor who appeared right after the incident. Dumbledore then dismissed them all with a smile.
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Vegeta laid back in his bed, still dressed in his robes thought they were now blue in color.
'Kind of quiet here,' he noted as he thought back about the last week since he was transported here.
/<One week ago.>/
*Groan*
"My head," he complained. He held his hand to his head, trying to keep himself from throwing up.
"Dammit woman," He mumbled. "You don't mix up Saiyan and Yardratian Ale, it goes right through us."
He sat up in bed, still groggy, and shifted so that his legs were over the edge of the bed.
He pushed off…
*bang*
…and slammed himself on the floor face first.
"What the fuck?"
Pushing himself up and rubbing his head, he looks around.
"Dammit woman, if you raised the…bed…again. Why is everything bigger." He trailed off confused.
Looking around, he saw the furniture. It was kind of old and looked like it was from a century ago.
"Why is there new furniture? It was just Friday when we replaced them."
Looking into a full length mirror, he saw what he looked like.
"Why am I NOW YOUNGER?" He shouted indignantly.
Indeed, he was now around eleven years old, and he looked exactly the same. The same face, hair, and look were all there. The only difference were that his clothes were the battle suit he had when he worked with Frieza and the fact his muscles were smaller.
"WHAT THE F-" He started before someone fell on top of him.
Someone in a mask and black robe.
"OISK!"
"OW!"
Rubbing his head, he looked and shouted at the guy who fell on him.
"What's the big idea?" Noting the strange mask, he added, "And what is with the mask?"
The masked boy just rubbed his head before shooting back up. He looked around in confusion before looking down at himself.
"Why am I a child? What sort of Alchemy happened to me?"
Pausing, he felt his face which had the mask on.
"And why would my mask shrink if I just got younger?"
"Will you stop ignoring me and tell me WHO IN THE WORLD ARE YOU!" Shouted Vegeta in range, causing the masked boy to look over at him.
"…Even though you have done nothing but yell at me, I suppose I should introduce myself. I am Darth Revan."
A moment of silence passed while the two of them just looked at each other. Vegeta just looked confused while Revan looked expectant for something.
"…What's a Darth? Sounds like a type of cheese. Still, I am Vegeta, Prince of Saiyans."
"You have not heard of me?" Revan stated in surprise. "I would have thought everyone in the Republic would have heard of me."
"…What republic?"
"…The one that runs a large chunk of the galaxy?"
"…You know how little that narrows it down? Which galaxy?"
Vegeta blinks then goes thoughtful.
"Was it that one where Nappa destroyed that moon? We already payed for it."
"Hmm," Revan hummed in thought. "Does the name Jedi or Sith sound familiar to you?"
"Nope, does not ring a bell."
Patting himself down and seeing if everything he had was on him, Revan spoke up.
"It appears there is more going on than we know. Everyone in the galaxy has at least…heard…of…"
He trails off while his patting slowed down before becoming slightly frantic.
Vegeta raises an eyebrow while Revan starts searching for something on his being.
"Missing something?" Vegeta asked sarcastically.
"Why yes. My lightsabers and the gear I had on me before I woke up are here, except for one very important item. Do you by chance happen to see a small piece of metal, about the size of a finger nail and covered in circuitry?" Revan finds a letter in his robe and puts it on the bed for later.
Looking around, Vegeta takes cursory glance around the place.
"Seriously, you are worrying about a small-" Vegeta paused in his search.
"She with you?" Vegeta asked.
Revan looked up in confusion before following Vegeta's sight. Then he was slightly surprised.
Standing a little ways away near the entrance of a closet was a girl.
She had dark red hair, pale skin, and green eyes. She was also wearing a form fitting white jumpsuit with red stains on it.
Her eyes were glassy and unfocused but Vegeta was able to see that there was life in there.
That and the fact she was messing with a piece of machinery the size of a finger nail.
'Wasn't that what Revan was looking for?' Thought Vegeta.
She looked up from the machine for a second before looking back down.
"Hello there." Greeted Revan, probably looking at the machine she had in her hands.
Silence rang in the room.
"Are you going to give your name or not?" Asked Vegeta, annoyed.
Silence again.
"I must ask you to give that back, it is not a toy." Remarked Revan, who held out his arm to her.
She looked up with her blank stare before looking back down. After a second she looked back up and walked forward.
Coming close enough, she gave Revan the piece of metal.
"Thank you." He thanked her before he opened a compartment in the gauntlets he was wearing (which seem to fit him perfectly.) and put it in.
"Now, could we have your name?"
She looked between Vegeta and Revan for a little bit before stopping.
She then spoke one word.
"Eden."
/<Present Day>/
'Kind of quiet here,' he noted as he thought back about the last few days.
'Kind of miss the chaos the kids got into, and the chaos the woman managed to make when she was drunk or got the inventing bug.'
He paused in his thoughts while his face went blank.
'What the Fuck, since when have I been this broody. DAMN PRE-PUBERTY BODY, I am the Prince of Saiyans, not some duck haired moody teenager.'
Looking around, he sees the midgets sleeping.
'Maybe it is just the location, it needs some-'
"YOU ARE GIVING ME, A HEADACHE." The screeching echoed down the hall from the common room.
"SHUT UP!"
"I'LL SHUT UP WHEN THE ASIAN MAID REJECT BACKS DOWN."
"ASIAN MAID REJECT?"
"IF THE HENTAI TENTACLE FITS!"
'Never mind,' he thought as he smiled while laying back. Everyone else was stirring from the noise. 'Feels more like home already. Nothing like incomprehensive arguing to relax.'
/<Astronomy Tower, Same Time>/
Jack Harper, aka the Illusive Man, sighed as he leaned on the battlements of the Tower.
He really wished he had a cigar.
Sadly, being younger came with some stipulations.
Not old enough to drive.
Not old enough to drink.
Not old enough to smoke.
Not old enough to a lot of things.
That was just for the Mundane (He refused to use Muggle for the people without magic, if anything Wizards were the Muggles for a lot of reasons.) side of things, the magical side is a whole different thing.
Ever since he woke up here a week ago and read the letter that was in his pocket that explained what happened, he had been looking up everything he could. The laws, the political climate, the state of the world, where he was; everything he could get a hold on and boy was he surprised.
To say he was in the past was not exactly unwelcome, what was unwelcome was the introduction of the Magical part of the world.
Where did this come from? How did the System Alliance, not to mention Cerberus, miss THIS? Magic, other races that evolved parallel to humans, dragons, and an entire other avenue of science with who knows what else that is here? Did someone under him neglect to inform him of this (If someone did, they do not want to know what he would do to them if he saw them again)?
While the letter didn't specify it, he may be in an alternate universe. Otherwise, that left two options that he could see.
One, magic was powerful enough to hide everything here from everyone, most likely including the Reapers.
Two, something happened to erode and/or exterminate this side of the world.
Pulling up his Omnitool, the top of the tower was illuminated slightly by the orange light.
Scrolling through his records, he thanked whoever sent him here that they left his computer with him, as well as his Cerberus uniform. He also was thankful his theory about magic causing some electro-magnetic interference was correct, otherwise the Omnitool would not work.
Thank you R&D and your anti EMP safeguards. Now if only you guys could make faster elevators.
He continued for a second, swiping through Cerberus records, reports about technology that humanity would not have for ages, personal logs, his Atomic Commander game, and a few other programs and files until an image of a newspaper came up.
This was how he was going to figure out if he was in an alternate universe.
The image, taken from the personal station of one of his subordinates' suspect of deception, was from a 1995 copy of the New York Times. If the New York Times's got this exactly similar, he would be in the same universe or a copy of the same timeline at least.
The butterfly effect should not matter much, seeing how he is in some god forsaken hole in Scotland and not anywhere near New York.
He turned the Omnitool back off and looked to the stars.
Come around January he would have his answer.
"Didn't expect anyone else to be up here." He heard to his right.
Coming up from the entrance was one of the other hold backs, Shaun Shepard if he recalls correctly.
"Needed some air." Jack announced.
"Indeed," the white haired boy replied.
Shaun moved forward and looked out at the school grounds for a moment.
"I suspect we are in a similar conundrum." Shaun said suddenly.
"What sort of conundrum?" Jack asked, feigning ignorance to fish for knowledge.
"The fact we are not where or when we are supposed to be." Shaun said as he reached into his robes and took out a letter.
The envelope was made of Blue paper with a broken seal. The seal was an hourglass with a hammer and sword on either side.
Reaching into his own robes, Jack pulled out an envelope with the same seal.
"Hmm, as I suspected. I know two others who have the same envelopes and most likely letters and they were all in the group with us. It would stand to reason most if not all of the others are in a similar predicament." Concluded Shaun as he put the envelope away.
"True," agreed Jack. "So where and or when are you from?"
"I'm from around 2277 in the American Boston Common Wealth." Brushed off Shaun as he went back to looking around the place.
"…The Boston Commonwealth? Didn't know America had a common wealth."
"This one doesn't."
"Hmm, alternate timeline?"
"No." Shaun shook his head. "Timeline's much too different, alternate reality."
"…I believe we have some things to talk about."
"Indeed."
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Something was hunting him.
His shards, his very essence was under threat.
ALERT.
ALERT.
Assistance.
Adversary.
He searched for the source, but none of his powers could tell.
ERROR.
ALERT.
Attacks.
Retal-.
Assistance.
All paths could only slow his decent.
The Adversary was heading to his body.
Storage.
Unseal?
Affirmative.
Taking out his previous Avatars, he sent them against the Adversary.
Scan.
Found.
Fight.
Trajectory.
Confirmed.
Absorb.
Retaliate.
Scan.
He was unable to tell who was attacking him, nor what it was.
Kin?
Enemy.
Familiar.
"Oh how you fight."
Question?
Communication.
Adversary.
DANGER.
AL-
The Adversary opened communications, surprising him. Or at least facilitating a similar response to surprise.
"Oh if only you knew what futility this is."
The avatars were destroyed.
The earth avatar was left.
ALERT.
Missing.
Locate.
Unable.
The Adversary vanished…
ALERT.
FOUND.
DANGER.
…and reappeared on his real body, shattering the defenses around it.
His Avatar transitioned there and unleased his power. His golden light incinerating the space around the Adversary.
The Adversary was unharmed.
"Now now, no time to play. I have some things to do and people to displace. Now, time to get to work."
DANGER.
DANGER.
DANGER.
"Now, to do a little remodeling."
DANGER.
Danger.
Danger.
Dang-
Danger
D----
----ge-
His shards were disappearing.
His very being was vanishing. The communication between his himself was slowing down.
It was getting hard to think and move.
Dang-
Danger
Da-ge-
DANGER
DANGER
D-N-G-R
All of them were disappearing from his senses.
All of them except his Avatar and his body.
As the last ones vanished from his senses, the adversary looked at his avatar with with Neon Green and Neon Purple eyes.
"Well, I must thank you for the resources. I wonder how it feels, to go from so big to so small. No matter though."
The Adversary raised his hand and many small energy balls, each the size of a cell but glowed with the light of a small sun.
"Its nothing much, just the starter kit. Though…"
One last energy ball, larger than the others in the sense like Jupiter is bigger than an asteroid.
"You do need some…*Chuckles*…Escalation."
The Adversary threw the energy spheres which accelerated at speeds his supremely deluded senses could not see.
As they pierced his avatar, he felt himself fading.
His last image there was of the Adversary looking down and saying.
"Make sure you don't lose that envelope, I worked hard on it."
He faded into unconsciousness, seeing the Adversary walk away.
/<Flashback Ends>/
Zion and Eden looked at each other as they sat in the empty common room with Zion transmitting what happened to him. It has been a few hours since the children had gone to bed but these two came back down to telepathically talk, too weak to talk across the distance they were in their rooms.
Complete? Eden sent over.
Affirmative. Zion sent back.
Similar.
Question?
Agreed.
Affirmative.
Strength.
Minimized.
At Eden's prompt, Zion held out his hand to the far wall and forms his aura around it. The moment it started glowing, the area where he was pointing started to disintegrate.
A second later, he cut off the Golden Aura and sagged slightly in exhaustion.
Half. He sent over.
Same.
Concern.
Eden stood up and floated in midair for a second before going back down.
Minimum. She stated.
Growth?
Time.
Needed?
Time.
Inventory? She asked, wondering about what powers they had.
Inventory. He sent her the list of shard powers he had left.
Inventory. She sent hers in response.
The room and their minds were silent.
Regret. She sent.
Concern?
Age.
Time?
Acquirements.
Cycles.
Cycles.
Commence?
Eden was silent for an hour.
Probable.
/<Hospital Wing, Midnight>/
"Fred…Fred…Wake up Brother."
Fred was woken up by his brother shaking him.
Groggy, he rubbed his face and looked at his brother in annoyance. The brother in question had moved both beds together by some means.
"What was that for George?"
"I..I think there is something under my bed." Fred stammered in slight fear.
"…did you drink Butterbeer before bed?"
"George…"
"Dammit man. Whenever you have Butterbeer before bed, you always have nightmares."
"George this is serious, I think there is something under-"
Whatever he was about to say was silenced by the mattress under George lifting slightly.
They were both silenced.
"Fred…" Whispered George.
"Yes George…" Whispered Fred.
"I think there is something under the beds."
"No shit."
"Madam Pomphrey already vanished everything in our intestines so true."
There was silence.
"You look." Said Fred.
"No you look." Said George.
"If you don't I'll tell Mother about-."
"About what? Any dirt you have on me is on you to."
The mattress raised a little again.
"I'll forge a Howler that uses mom's voice and sent it only to you." Whispered George is more fright.
"The last time you did that you sent it to both of us and it spoke Rat."
"Rat is a very respectable and complicated language I'll have you know."
"Yes, I know I was there you idiot. Now check under the bed."
"No, I'll-"
"NOW." Fred whispered.
"No, we both do this, or we both go down." George whispered.
"Fine."
They both moved to one side of the bed.
"1…2…3…" They counted down before they quickly looked under…to see a pair of legs standing on the other side.
"…Gulp."
They both felt a hand on their shoulder.
"…I'm the one who ate our supplies when we were making that 'Peppermint Conversion Bomb'."
"…You-"
They were both yanked up with them screaming in horror and they were brought to the face of Jasper.
"SHUT UP!" She bellowed, shutting them up.
"Now, it takes a lot to make me rage like you two did. I think I have only been that angry five times in my life. So here is how it is going to work. You are going to work for me from now on without much questioning. Otherwise, they will not be able to find the atoms of your remains."
Staring in their eyes she slowly said her finishing words.
"Do I make myself clear?"
They both nodded quickly.
"Good," she stated before she tossed them on the bed.
After they were done scrambling, they looked back to see she had vanished.
"…Why in the world did that not wake Madam Pomphrey?"
- Location
- Anywhere but there
Mass Effect, Worm, Dragonball, Eragon, Star Wars, Steven Universe, Portal, Fallout 4, Fate stay/night, and Power Rangers.
More coming in the other schools.
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The Supreme Ham
- Location
- America
Quick question what are the chances of the school being destroyed
- Location
- Anywhere but there
During the Harry Potter years: A little burnt with a new crater and some rebuilding needed.
After: ...I'll think about it.