A/N. A note about the formatting was brought to my attention, in my draft I would have two spaces in between paragraphs where there is a scene change but portkey's formatter changed it to one, so from now on I'll be using --- to signal time/location change. If you think that you know what the plot is or you have a good idea, you probably don't, some of you have in a way touched its surface but never really known it.
To the question of whether I watch/like X-Men, Spiderman, etc, the answer is yes but they never really crossed my mind when writing this.
Hogsmead
Blooming vortex.
A galaxy in chaos.
The waves of death ripple and roil.
The red tide has turned.
The howling winds pierce all.
Un-abating it tares at shores.
It howls madly, breaking through the havoc of conflict.
Like a tidal wave,
It corrupts. It engulfs. It consumes all.
Without moral it passes through.
Consuming.
Destroying.
Silence.
A graveyard.
Shadows stir forgotten.
Greatness lies in ruin.
Excerpt from data chip dated GF. 23.11.09/3:00 Galactic standard time.
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He rubbed his full white beard thoughtfully, blue eyes looking distantly, thinking, and remembering. Was there any chance of saving the others? They were different, It did not control them, simply mutated them, It was no longer present, It simply killed all, that is what It did. He briefly wondered if it was worth opening the door, but the risks far outweighed the benefits. He thought back to the previous night, they were such a happy family, if only they knew, if only one of these people knew the danger that was coming towards them. But there was still time, they had not been found, and even if they were to be found it would take years for them to arrive. There was also the possibility that the others could have changed, but then what did they know of the past? What did anyone but he truly know?
It was time to begin his search, it would not be hard to find them, their spectral location was easy enough to locate.
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The Burrow was alive with activity, the undertone of tension lying just beneath the hustle and bustle.
Fred and George stumbled into kitchen, talking about some nonsense device, the word Warp came up constantly in their short conversation before they once again went off to sleep without a word to her. Molly sighed, she had better find out what was happening, and soon. Arthur had come back from the Hive looking baffled, saying that Exodus would be coming with them. Miller joined him soon after, she hadn't met him before but the look of confusion did not seem to fit his features.
Suddenly James popped in through the fireplace, he was greeted with a crushing hug from Molly a good handshake from Sirius and a blushing hug from Lilly.
"Where have you been mate?" Molly heard Sirius ask.
"With my dad, and Exodus." Somehow this sentence seemed to cut through the house like a monomolecular knife.
Before anything could be said Hermione followed, and then one by one Exodus arrived. They wore their normal cloths, all very different, ranging from Bulldog's tough and gruff rags to Snipe's stylish attire. They seemed to wait for a second once they were all there, looking around they made room for someone else. Then that someone else came and the room froze.
"See, dad and Exodus. Just like I told you." James said as if it was the most ordinary thing, and to him it was.
"Harry has had a very serious case of amnesia, he was picked up by the Hive after his duel with Lord Voldemort and only remembered everything no more then a week ago." Arthur quickly explained.
"So I wasn't good enough to know a week ago?" Ron asked coldly.
"Ron, no that's."
Ron interrupted Harry without thought. "No. You listen. Tell me, why couldn't you have told me? What happened to our trio, what happened to our friendship? Or did you forget that too?"
Hermione worst fears were coming true, there would be no trio, the friendship was there but it was different, and they had their reasons for not telling him.
"I suggest you watch your tone pal." Bulldog warned, advancing.
"Bulldog." Sarge said, stopping him. "Not now."
Reluctantly Bulldog stopped his advance.
Afraid that things could easily get out of hand Hermione stepped in. "Ron we wanted to be a normal family for a week, we just wanted some time to get back together." She said stepping between Harry and Ron. "And Ron there is no more trio." There, she finally said it.
"Ron things have changed mate. We're still mates, its just that the last eight years have created some drastic changes. You must understand I just wanted to be with Hermione and James, we never wanted to hurt you, we even talked about telling numerous times." Harry said stepping to Ron.
Slowly Ron's features softened, he too had changed, he didn't act on brash impulse. He was pissed, and he knew he would be for a long time. But there was logic in this whole thing, somewhere. "I need to be alone for a bit." He said walking out of the house.
Harry made to go after Ron but Luna stopped him. "Don't, he needs some time alone, just let him be."
Molly had been holding back tense tears but couldn't any longer. Before Harry knew what was happening she had him in a crushing hug, fussing and fretting, asking how he felt, whether he got enough to eat and what not. Harry assured her that he was perfectly healthy and there was nothing to worry about.
They all talked and had breakfast together, Molly fussed about more then usual, flying around the room, excited, nervous, happy, and everything in between. Exodus had already had breakfast, so they really didn't have much to eat.
Molly and the rest of the Weasleys had many of their questions answered, Harry retold his story, assured them that he was okay and that everything was going to be fine. After a couple hours of greetings, reuniting, not but a few tears from several of the women, Ron finally came back.
Bulldog watched him carefully as he approached Harry. "I heard what you said to everyone, and I'm still bloody mad at you. But we're mates, and mates stick together."
They shook hands and almost indiscernibly Ron's features changed, somewhere the ice-cold façade was beginning to melt. He shook hands with the rest of Exodus, some more willing then others, Bulldog made sure to crush his hand as much as he could. They were not going to get along.
Unsurprisingly Molly burst into tears again.
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He apparated into the library inside a magnificent castle. He looked through some books, left the library to leave the castle, past the spectacular door, and out onto the grounds. Following a path he went to the city, ignoring the strange glances that he was getting. He hummed happily to himself things were going well.
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Exodus, and the Weasleys walked to Hogsmead while Moody and Miller went to get Professor Dumbledore and explain the full truth about Exodus to him.
The repairs to Hogsmead had been made perfectly, but to Harry it was far from what he remembered. Hogsmead had turned into a bustling city with many stores and shops relocating to the area in recent years. Diagon Ally had been over run, and now only the most heavily protected areas were completely safe to walk in. Aurors vigorously patrolled the streets and the whole mood seemed to be sad and foreboding, like people left without any hope, afraid to enjoy life, waiting for inevitable death. To say that Exodus and the Weasleys attracted attention would be an understatement, even without their gear Exodus was intimidating, and to many odd looking, dressed in what they wore they easily stood out from the crowd. Then there were the Weasleys of course and the Potters. They had barely made it to the bookstore when rumors and reports of The Harry Potter being alive began to spread like wildfire amongst the city.
Walking into the bookstore all eyes turned on them, rushed whispers circulating around. Apparently Molly had already arranged to have all of the books that the kids needed, be ready for pick up and payment.
"I-Is that really y-you?" Stuttered the storeowner, looking up at Harry and his scar.
"Yes it is. He had some amnesia but is now back." Hermione replied holding Harry's hand lovingly.
"Merlin's beard." She gasped. "Maybe there is some hope left."
They paid quickly and left to pick up the other things on their list, not wanting to attract more attention then they had to. Wherever they went people gasped and awed, the Daily Prophet had run two whole issues dedicated to the information that they knew about the Hive and Exodus, and now they were finding out that the man leading them was non other then Harry Potter himself, back from the dead. They greeted whom they could, offered words of encouragement. They moved quickly, not wanting to get bogged down under a mob of people and reporters, there was still the very important question of what was happening to Exodus. Minute by minute Hogsmead seemed to swell with more and more people, all of them trying to catch a glimpse of Exodus and Harry.
Just outside the door of their last and most important stop Harry sent a clear message to the magical community.
The sky above Hogsmead erupted in a blaze of fire, and there was written a simple statement.
DO NOT FEAR DEATH FOR I AM THE REAPER.
-EXODUS
The message burned brightly throughout the night, blazing its intent for all to see. The tide of war had turned.
The group met a bewildered Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall.
"Harry, by Merlin himself I can't believe it, is that really you?" McGonagall stumbled forward, hugging him tightly.
"Yes Professor it is." He replied warmly. "Its good to see you once again."
"It is a miracle to have you. I do wish that you would have at least told me, but your reasons are obvious." She looked to James and Hermione.
"Harry I am sorry for having failed you." Dumbledore began to apologize.
"Don't Professor. What is done is done, and what has happened has happened, we can only move on. I just hope that you treat me with more respect this time." He looked at him directly.
"That I will Mr. Potter." For the first time in his long life Albus Dumbledore was utterly speechless.
"Back from the dead once again I see." Mr. Ollivander came into the room and looked over the assembled group of people.
"Ollivander." Harry and the wand maker shook hands.
"A miracle to have you back Mr. Potter." He turned to the three children. "Lets us find you some wands shall we?"
After trying out a few wands each they finally found one that shot sparks, happily they waved them around, James tried to be cool as he could but failed miserably, in the end he was just a child.
"Congratulations to you all." Ollivander said happily. "I assume you no longer require a wand Mr. Potter?" He asked.
"No, but the rest of Exodus might." This caused everyone to look over to them.
"Really?" Professor McGonagall asked astonished.
"Yes, they did some magic last night. We don't know how but they did, and so our first thought was to get them some wands.
A man walked through the door unnoticed.
Miller and Dumbledore were discussing something about this issue, looking inquisitively upon Exodus.
"Well then, let us see what we can do." Ollivander brought forth stacks of wands for them to try out.
Having watched what the kids did Exodus picked up some wands and began trying, all the while Ollivander kept bringing his stock of wands up to them, the number of untried wands diminishing by the minute.
"Are you sure that you can all do magic?" Dumbledore asked them. "We would have spotted it if you could."
"Yes certain." Destroyer replied in an agitated voice. No more questions upon their eligibility to do magic were raised after that.
Not entirely sure why Ollivander went to the back of his store and brought out a wand for Harry. "Holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches. Just like your old one."
"But I don't need one Mr. Ollivander." Harry told him, looking at his frustrated brothers; they had decided to call themselves that now that they could all use magic. They were brothers from different mothers as JJ had put it.
"Just try it." He insisted.
Shrugging Harry picked up the wand and gave it a swish. Nothing happened. Another few swishes, nothing. Now things were really becoming strange.
"You know putting a reactor core in those wands would get you some positive results." Said a voice off to the side of the room.
All eyes turned to the old man with the short white beard, blue eyes sparkling. "Alos Thramasurius?" Hermione asked.
"Yes that is my name, we met last night." He said happily, making his way closer to the group and examining Exodus.
"Who are you?" Miller asked.
"Oh the questions already. Lets see now." He stopped before Exodus. "Heavy weapons, scout, sniper, special weapons one and two, closer quarters specialist, engineer, and the of course the deadliest of them all, the sergeant." He named them off, pointing at each one in turn. "No basilisk?"
"Bessy is at home. Now who are you?" Sarge asked him.
"Ah ok, good, good. But the question is who are you? Who are we all?" At the slightly agitated silence he continued. "Lets go somewhere where I can demonstrate."
Before anyone knew what was going on they were inside the Hive, the biological area to be more precise.
"G-A-L-A-X-Y!" Cried Homir Munn.
Mr. Ollivander and the wands were all transported along with them.
Amanda Flowers along with a large number of other scientists and researchers were also in the room, Alos addressed them. "I have been watching you all, your progress is going very well, but you are all very stumped I assume." He asked as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
"Who are you?" Amanda Flowers asked bewildered, she had practically fallen off her chair.
"Who am I? Well let's see now." He had never really thought about how he would explain that little detail.. "There are architects, engineers, people who build buildings, transportation, push their field further, develop, enhance, watch over their creations. When they need to these people rebuild their creations. You can say that I am a builder, but instead of building say a house I have rebuilt the human race. Quiet literally from the brink of extinction."
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On the edge of the solar system a small green ship scanned the area, it was a probe, there were millions of others like it. But unlike those millions of others it had accomplished its mission, a mission that was hoped by an entire race never to be accomplished.
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A/N. Your answers will be answered in the next chapter, which I have already started. Last chance to see if you have any idea about the plot.
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