Jump 067: Harry Potter

Jump 067: Harry Potter

Location: Hogwarts, 1991
Age: 11
Identity: [-100] Middle-class Ravenclaw Pureblood
Drawbacks: [+600] A History Of Magic, Prophecy, Saving People Thing, Prisoner Of Azkaban
Scenario: Statute Scrapped

[Free]      Wit Beyond Measure
[100/1500]  Memory Spell Specialist
[200/1500]  Occlumency
[Free]      Clean Blooded
[400/1500]  Setup Wizard
[600/1500]  Non-Verbal Specialty
[800/1500]  Legilimency
[900/1500]  Parselmouth
[1200/1500] Wandless Magic
[1500/1500] Horcrux

It was a little awkward, coming back to Hogwarts at the age of 11 once more, finding out that Cassandra Trelawney had apparently made a prophecy about me. Before I'd even come into the world in the first place, in fact. No one had made the connection the first time around, but now? Well... problematic.

Ah well. Ravenclaw wasn't where I was expecting to end up, but it meant that people didn't look at me funny for taking on a number of extracurricular activities. Honestly, they looked at me funnier for taking a certain Ravenclaw under my wing when others started bullying her. No, Luna Lovegood isn't some sort of seer, she just has an unusual way of looking at the world that happens to be the result of childhood trauma. She ended up being a pretty good friend, though, and while thus far I'd stayed on the periphery of the 'main plot', so to speak, this was what ended up roping me into things.

Well. That, and loudly yelling "sod off, he isn't the only parselmouth in Hogwarts, let alone Britain" during Lockhart's dueling club, but that didn't exactly make me a lot of friends; even Potter was peeved at me, because apparently how dare anyone stick up for him, I guess. Kid had issues, but after that 'heir of Slytherin' thing died down, that's when people started going 'ooh, new Dark Lord' at me. Twits. At least Luna was still on my side.

I'm glad she didn't have to see what happened when a madman escaped Azkaban that year and tried to kill me. She could already see thestrals, there's no point traumatizing her more, watching an adult wizard be mind-wiped of the last couple of years of their life and dumped unceremoniously in Diagon Alley.

It was pretty much around fourth year that Luna really roped me into helping out Harry and Hermione, after his name came out of the Goblet of Fire. Between myself and Hermione, though, we got Harry to buckle down and actually come up with some strategies for the various tasks - though of course he did end up still outflying the dragon when it broke free, for instance, so it still felt like things were chained to the stations of canon at times. Still, after Ron came around and was friends with him again, Luna and I stuck with the group, along with Neville and Ron's sister. Made life interesting.

Other things that made life interesting: my giving Harry a highly illegal portkey that he used to get Cedric out of the graveyard safely. Damned kid still put himself in harm's way. And that's pretty much where things went off the rails.

>"Where are you going?"
"Harry's in trouble, Luna, because of course he is. I'm going to go help him out as soon as I get off school grounds and can apparate to where he is."
>"He's still in the maze."
"For about another minute, and then he's going to have a singularly bad day unless I meddle. Would you kindly go to the headmaster and let him know that I'm going to see to Harry's safe return?"
>"A-all right. Do be careful, won't you?"

And so I went, and kept things from going TOO wrong. Cedric ran up from the edge of the school grounds while we were gone, having been returned by the aforementioned portkey. A quick summoning spell while Harry was 'dueling' Voldemort saw to his safe return by way of the trophy/portkey, and I quietly returned while he was trying to convince the minister that Voldemort was back.

It really was quite unfortunate, watching him and Dumbledore be dragged through the mud in the papers the following summer, and so I decided I'd just live up to what I now saw as a self-fulfilling prophecy they'd made of me. Not under my own name, of course, but as the khan of Outworld; I shifted into proper Necrontyr form and gave a certain reporter the interview of her life. A Mortal Kombat tournament for the fate of their world, including muggles, in ten years. I was amused how little traction it gained, even when a handful of Outworlders were seen visiting various places. Shinji Ikari enjoyed a round of drinks at the Leaky Cauldron and cheerfully explained that his world had been merged with Outworld some forty-odd years prior and he simply looked young for fifty years old.

School continued, as it would. Umbridge ... did not last very long as a professor. You see, she believed in corporal punishment via a blood quill, and two of my friends were subjected to her detentions very early on, so this was a state of affairs that simply could not continue. It would seem she had some sort of psychotic break and began writing 'I must not tell lies' over and over, until she'd died by exsanguination. The Ministry sent an auror to replace her and things were rather more sane, even if classes weren't particularly useful.

And then there was the issue, at the end of that year, with Voldemort deciding to set a trap in the Ministry for Harry Potter. It very likely could have gone better, considering I grabbed a prophecy off the shelf and chucked it at Lucius Malfoy's head. (No one really took note of it at that point, though it didn't break; he bagged it, though he did not realize its significance until Voldemort listened to it and found it was a certain one made by Cassandra Trelawney about the end of the statute and the world as we know it.) And after that, a running battle through the Ministry, a showdown with the Order of the Phoenix against the Death Eaters, a showdown with Voldemort. Somewhere in between, Harry ran into Bellatrix, but considering no one had been run through the Veil of Death, he had the presence of mind to bind the bitch in ropes instead of trying to use an Unforgivable on her.

Things settled after that, and both Sirius and I accompanied Harry to the headmaster's office after that for a debrief, and everything came out. The prophecy (the fact that I knew it was why Dumbledore permitted me to come along), the war, everything that had happened up to now. And then I gave the general outline of what was to come if nothing changed, and reintroduced myself properly, confirming I was indeed who the prophecy was about. I was unsurprised to find myself at wandpoint by Dumbledore, before I explained to him ... rather more about my nature. Sirius and Harry were poleaxed, and I shrugged; Harry confronted me about getting him out if I could do all that I do, and I told him, "I could fact kill Voldemort right now, but if I'm to do that, where shall I stop? He's a symptom of a broken world. I can pick all the bits of his soul out of the phylacteries he's created, tear him out of his body and send him on, but if I'm going to do that, why stop there? Why not take the world and make it a better place?"

They weren't exactly happy about that. And in the end I promised, unless one of them gave me leave to do otherwise, to continue on as I have; being merely a student instead of some otherworldly eldritch entity. I'm pretty sure you can imagine exactly how long that lasted, considering how stupid some people are. Dumbledore still put on the ring, because he's a dumbass. In the immediate wake of his death, as Snape was escaping, Harry told me to do whatever it took to stop Snape from escaping. And, hey, when you give broad permission to someone... well. Snape didn't get away, at least, I can definitely say that. But things took a decided left turn from there, considering we got Snape to actually spill the beans as to why he killed Dumbledore (unbreakable vows are ridiculous), and from there we elected to strike whilst the iron was hot. To put it more simply: I'd already gathered the Voldemort's horcruxes, excepting Nagini, as any sufficiently determined person could have; after the horcruxes were destroyed, I pulled the piece out of Harry's forehead and sent it on its way as well. Snape was now decidedly on our side and was more than happy to destroy them when Harry asked.

After that, the three of us marched to Malfoy Manor. I was 'captured', you see, at Snape's hand; Harry was under his invisibility cloak. As the story went, I'd managed to inconvenience Snape, but I was open to potential recruitment as a pureblood and all that rot. A transparently obvious ploy in retrospect, of course. The important thing here: I distracted the other Death Eaters in attendance, Snape struck down Nagini, and Harry drove the Gryffindor's sword through Voldemort's chest moments after. We left in a hurry after that, of course, but Voldemort's Death Eaters imploded into infighting mere hours after, and winnowed their number by three quarters within a week.

Snape promptly left the UK, accepting my offer of refuge and a new life in Outworld. The last year of school proceeded without any real complications, political chicanery aside, though Luna was less than happy about what was to come. But, can't please everyone, even my unofficial little sister; the Mortal Kombat tournament was declared in full view of the world in the spring of 2005. Many fought, and the addition of the local magic to the tournament certainly made things interesting, but of course when such is televised live worldwide the statute of secrecy tends to implode in a hurry.

Of course Outworld won, to no great surprise, and so it grew with the addition of another world. And as usual, a great many idiotic government structures were swept away. Yet, aside from the flags... not a great deal truly changed for the everyday person. Outworld had grown immensely in the last few hundred local years, and adding the real estate of another Earth to it only primarily meant that vacation options were wider.