Okay folks, before we get started, here is a handy reference 'timeline.' it mixes canon and my own changes together, I'd give it a look before reading, otherwise you'll be cussing me in reviews for fucking things up.

1980- Voldemort dies at the hands of Harry Potter's instinctual magic.

1991-Harry enters Hogwarts, befriends Ron and Hermione

1993- Sirius Black found innocent, he along with Mad eye Moody, Remus Lupin and Albus Dumbledore begin training Harry to defeat Voldemort.

1994- Voldemort returns, but is weak from revival, Harry Save Cedric's life, fights Voldemort to a stand still and escapes.

1995- Harry Completes Phoenix Knight training, undergoes enhancement ritual.

1996- Open warfare for much of the year, Hermione Granger undergoes ritual and becomes a phoenix knight training. Ron Weasley dies a hero's death.

1999- Albus Dumbledore Dies, Harry takes over leadership of the Order.

2003- Wizarding world is in turmoil. Wards are erected over great Britain, Sealing in the growing threat of Voldemort, the British citizens are on their own.

2004- Harry goes into battle a final time, (Being vague for plot reasons). Voldemort falls into a magical coma, from which no one believes he will awaken, his body is buried in a vault, five miles below the surface of the planet, the vault is made of Mythril, and is guarded by a group of six Hungarian horntails. The surface entrance is sealed, and the tunnel leading to the vault collapses. Voldemort slumbers

The wards around Britain are dropped, and a mass wave of obliviation is sent out, erasing the muggles minds over what happened as the war broke free from the wizarding world. The wider world believe Britain was quarantined from an aggressive virus that has not been contained.

2005-2100- Rapid advances in muggle technology frightens the wizards so bad that they draw deeper within their own culture. After nearly a hundred years, and nearly getting discovered multiple times, wizards enact a fail safe device. 99% of the magical population are deposited into a pocket dimension from which they can't return. The muggle world is none the wiser. Voldemort's fingers twitch, and his vital signs rise ever so slightly, a single blip on his brain activity flickers.

2101-2500- Humans expand in tech exponentially, able to colonize 800 worlds.

2511- John-117 is born.

2525- Humans encounter the Covenant.

2552-(NOTE: This is where the halo time line diverges from canon, as opposed to my original idea about having Harry pop up when the spartans are younger, I am throwing him farther into the future, and changing it to fit my needs, this is primarily done for a few reasons, one, John's whereabouts are not known fully in and around this time. We know he receives his armor during this time, and that he is on reach briefly before boarding Reach Station Gamma. The halo time line is muddled and complicated and confusing, I am streamlining it for my readers)

strange Forerunner technology is discovered on Reach, Halsey Unwittingly activates it, sending out a signal that draws in the Covenant. John receives Cortana early, a well as his armor. Do to the strange tech on Reach, The covenant send in massive ground forces. The UNSC brings in as many troops as possible, including the Spartan II's and the spartan IIIs, John teams up with Noble team in an attempt to find Halsey before the Covenant completely over run the planet.

Phoenix Knight: This is an idea that has been floating around in my head for years, and it completely diverges from canon. The original Order of the Phoenix started in ancient Egypt. The were a personal guard to the Pharaoh, and had found ways to increases their physical and magical capabilities via a ritual. The ritual increases physical strength, speed, reaction time, senses, expands the users magical core.

The down sides of the ritual: It can cause severe paranoia in some individuals, it renders 80% of subjects sterile, and for up to six months after the ritual is complete, the user can have powerful bursts of uncontrolled magic, along with severe mood swings and anger management problems.

There are so few order members because the ritual does not work on everyone, and can actually kill someone, especially if they're not in peak physical condition. That's why knights train extensively for several years before undergoing the ritual. It can also increase longevity, but that differs from person to person.

Flamel along with Dumbledore discovered the ritual in Dumbledore's youth. They studied it extensively and recreated it. Dumbledore was the first Phoenix night in several thousand years. The procedure rendered him infertile, but gave him the strength to defeat Grindewald. Mad Eye is also a knight, but has bad bouts or crippling paranoia, that he only just barely holds at bay with occulmency.

One final note before the story actually starts. Phoenix knights used an advanced armor system, made from basilisk and dragon plate and hide. It is charmed to be extra spell resistant, the hide is also imbued with the essence of a dragon and basilisk, further increasing the wearers reaction time and strength. They are spelled to filter the air due to Voldemort using poisonous gas so often in a battle. (One reason death eaters wear the masks, to filter out the toxins their master uses.) The helmets have built in communication mirrors, and mini marauding maps, that fill out at about two hundred feet around the wearer, they change and move as the wearer does, allowing them better situational awareness.

War is tough, you have to take every advantage you can. The idea that canon order of the Phoenix goes around in day clothes and loafers has never made any sense to me. The armor is my answer to that, an advanced combat system to help protect them and help hurt the enemy. What soldier goes into battle without armor?

Okay folks, I know that's a lot of background information, but its kinda necessary for a story like this. I'm trying to weave together two very different fandoms, so I had to make them a bit more similar first. If you ever get confused about something, refer to the info above, if that doesn't help you any, drop me a PM, or a review and I'll do my best to answer your question. Its very easy as a writer to miss putting something on a page that's floating around in your head. So bare with me. Also, some things will be explain in story, and somethings will be left as a mystery until later. This is gonna be a big one after all.

Hold on to your pants, here we go!

Chapter 1: I'll never have a peaceful day, never.

I hate purebloods. I'd kill every one of the bastards if I could get away with it. I might end up doing it anyway, Azkaban couldn't be as bad as the hell Britain has become. In the last year Tom has killed over a third of the muggle population. With the ICW sealing in our borders, trapping us all with this monster and his minions, he's had almost complete reign. Almost total control. Muggle hunting is a sport now, openly celebrated by those pureblood assholes I mentioned earlier. If it wasn't for us, there'd be nothing left. The few, the desperate, the Order of the Phoenix.

Its to bad the ritual old Dumbledore found doesn't work on more people, we could certainly use more members. Out of the current generation of Hogwarts students, nine of them have been able to undergo the ritual without serious complications. Poor Dean is gonna end up as the new mad eye. Anyway, with those nine new additions we've got about sixty capable fighters on our side, old Voldie has several hundred humans at the least. Not to mention all the werewolves and the bloody giants he's got stomping around. Can't forget the dementors either, never forget those blokes

I glanced up from the map I'd been studying and look at Hermione with a critical eye. She's not the same bouncy little girl she was when we met, constant war, training and fighting have changed her, shaped her into a weapon, one nearly as sharp as I am. The two of us single handedly destroyed a platoon of death eaters and dark creatures when they took Ron from us. It was six months ago and my hair still has a red tinge to it. I looked around the back of the magically expanded cargo truck we commandeered from the muggles.

Sixty three of us in all, sixty three physically, magically, and mentally enhanced individuals, against an army almost a thousand strong all be told. We were heading in to give it one last hurray, Voldemort himself would be making an appearance today, along with a huge number of his followers. We'd gotten wind he was going to be making a speech to the muggle populace, those that were left. They'd be given an option, join as slaves and live out their lives in hard work and degradation, or be killed on sight.

With any hope we wouldn't give him the chance to even complete the thing before we attacked. I activated the silencing charms and disillusion charm on the hull of the truck. "Alright everyone, helmets on and locked, I don't want anyone poisoned before we can even get into the damn street. We're going to go give Tom and his little cock suckers something to remember us by. If you don't make it, save me and Tom a seat in hell, we'll meet you there." My team roared, blood pumping, and adrenaline flowing. Helmets fell over faces, the eyes glowed blue with the power of their magic. A hiss filled the air as the suits were sealed. Heavy plates of augmented Basilisk and dragon hide could stop anything short of a nuke or an AK, we'd need it today. My own helmet slid down in to place and the snap-hiss filled my ears. It was dark for a fraction of a second before my vision returned. The eyes glowed green with my magic. Power coursed through me as I summoned Ice and frost in my left hand, and fire and heat in my other, two opposite elements, and my specialty.

Hermione cuffed me on the shoulder, her own eyes a vibrant orange from the energy that swirled inside her. I heard her voice over the communication mirror. "Stay safe, if they kill you too, I'll destroy it all Harry, every last person and brick, Britain will sink into the sea."

I gave her a nod. "I know, just don't die on my Mione. We've got a lot to do, after Tom's dead."

She just shook her head and laughed as the truck rolled to a stop. "Always so optimistic Mr. Potter."

I gave one more little comment as the door opened, letting the gray light of the day stream inside. "You know me, I try."

We'd pulled up right behind the Deatheaters and their fearless leader. I roared in anger at the sight of them all and we charged, all sixty of us, straight out the back of the truck. Chaos erupted as we flooded the streets, curses, hexes, and elemental force was launched from both sides. I froze a deatheater and turned to melt his partner into a pile of ash. A back flip over two incoming AKs That slammed into each other mid air and caused a minor explosion of power. I launched my elemental attacks as one, swirling them together even as they fought each other, freezing and burning deatheaters all at the same time.

I slid under a wave of severing curses and jumped high into the air, kicked Lucius Malfoy in the face and sent a blasting hex into his chest. He's thrown backwards into a mob of deatheaters, blood pouring from his mouth and body. I tensed and leaped to the side, an arch of red lighting caught me in the arm. One of the nice things about these suits, whole body spells like the cruciatus become localized.

My arm locked up and I grit my teeth, everything from my shoulder to my fingertips is on fire but I push through it and catch her with a dark cutter, slicing off her wand hand. The muggles screamed and ran, scattering like rats from a dying ship. I can't blame them much, we must seem like gods to them, when in reality, we're no better, and in a lot of ways worse. Hermione is off to my left, tearing into a group of half-turned werewolves with a set of ghost like scimitars, conjured from her majik alone.

Tom stood up on a stage in front of a podium, and he smiled at me. I walked toward him, and kicked Bellatrix in the gut, sending her rolling. She lies still and I hope I broke the bitch's spine. "Well well, if it isn't the boy-who-lived, the dark hero. Lord Potter."

My eyes narrow and the glow given off by the slits in my helmet increased, giving off a menacing air. My suit has scanned the environment and detected lethal levels of toxins. If I removed my helmet my blood would begin to boil and my organs would rupture in minutes. Tommy boy stands right as rain, breathing deep and easy. Just goes to show how human he is.

"Lord Voldemort, heir of Slytherin. And a royal pain in my ass. How have you been?" We stand in the middle of the battle, like the eye of a storm, apparently calm and relaxed. Anyone that can sense magic is on their knees in pain over the power radiating off us. Its not often a wizard is born that can give off a visible aura. Two of them in close proximity can be devastating to those sensitive to magic.

"Come to die Harry? And so young too, miss your red headed friend? What was his name? I forget." I push down the anger he makes flare up. I may be ritually enhanced and entombed in a suit of armor the muggles won't be able to match for at least a century, but he's still got fifty years on me, and he isn't exactly human anymore.

"Ron's saving me a seat Tom, but I plan on keeping him waiting a bit longer. Are you ready to get this over with old man? I've got a date later after all." I pretend to buff my nails, even though I can't see them, and I know I've riled him up some.

"Stupid Potter spawn. You'll kiss my feet before I end your miserable life. I'll drown you in the blood of that dirty veined whore you keep around."

I stiffen, no one talks about Hermione that way. Without raising a hand I push out with my magic, forming it into an invisible ball of kinetic energy and launch it at the self appointed dark lord. He's caught off guard by the gesture and is pushed backward before he's able to shake it off. Time to end this. I leap up into the air, carried on the currents of magic and open up the floodgate. Pure magic, channeled with righteous rage and desperation pour out of me. My suit beeps in my ear, warning me that I'm pushing myself past the level a normal wizard can go. But I'm Harry Fucking Potter, and I will not be denied this.

Tom roars at me and throws up his hands, attempting to catch the blast that would render lesser monsters to dust. His hands blister and two fingers burn away to ash but he holds the blast back and pushes it away from himself. That's when I strike. I tear in low to the ground, throwing severing curses, balls of fire and spikes of ice, all in an attempt to pierce his defenses. Tom deflects it all except one blast of ice that catches him in the shoulder. He ignores it and pours on his own curses. The armor protects me from any physical attack, cutting curses and gauging attacks slide right off, but a bludgeoner to the arm pulls it out of socket and sends me stumbling to the ground. I feel the suit tighten around the injury, pulling the arm painfully back into place and I rotate it, side stepping a killing curse and sending out a blast of fiendfyre that surrounds Tom. He freezes it in place, how the hell he did it I don't know, and animates the ice demons against me.

A spray of acid dissolves them all and a sword of pure white flame jumps into my hand as I reach him. I swing and he blocks with a black blade of his own. He was always one for cliches. We dance and weave around each other, blocking and defending, I'm slowly driving him backward. He might know more magic than I do, but I could out fight him with a blade any day. He blocks one of my attacks and drops his hand, flooding my midsection with a point blank crucio spell that knocks the breath out of me. He drops the curse and kicks me in the chest with enhanced strength and sends me sprawling in the dirt.

I don't have time to catch him breath as random deatheater number 46 decides to be a hero and tries to kill me with a point blank sectumsempra. I just glare at him hard enough and use wandless magic to liquify his brain in this head, what little of one he had anyway. He falls over dead and I jump to my feet, back flipping to avoid the stab the dark lord tried to deliver. I smirk, even though he can't see it, and summon two earth golems to crush the bastard underneath. I catch Bellatrix struggling to her feet, she's got a knife in her hand but she can barely stand. I pay her just enough attention to know where she is and turn my eyes back to Tom. He's battling the golems with gusto, laughing as he turns one to rubble and uses it to summon one of his own to try to smash me. Our attention is divided. On one hand we're mentally giving a golem commands to kill the other, and then we're defending against one.

Voldemort grimaces and drops his concentration for a moment. My golem catches him on the back of the head and sends him into the dirt, blood pouring from his eyes and mouth. And then his own golem manages to hit me. I'm sent flying, less hurt, protected in my armor, and land in a sprawled heap. Instantly my golem crumbles to earth as a red ritual ring flares up, trapping me inside something that was previously invisible, that bastard! He's been trying to position me in the portal since I showed up, someone betrayed us.

"Now, Bella, do it now! Rid me of this troublesome bug!" Tom sounds delirious, he's battered and bloody, his head looks slightly smashed in from where my golem got to him. I look at Bellatrix as Tom slumps unconscious. The knife wasn't for someone else. It was for her.

I yell, trying to get Hermione's attention, but its too late. With one last bloody smile, Bellatrix stabs herself in the chest with the blade and the light dims in her eyes, as the ritual circle flares. My vision whites out, and I'm filled with agony.

2.

Planet Reach 2552

Dr. Halsey knelt, stunned before a glowing box the color of viridian. A projection of an alien woman appeared before her. She seemed humanoid, and ageless. "Catherine Halsey, we have much to discuss, and little time to do it in."

Dr Halsey sat enraptured by this creature as she spoke of the future, and of a man, from long ago, that would help bring peace to the galaxy. "He is integral to the plan. You must help the reclaimer, your John, understand this. Their path is long, and dangerous. But they can succeed, only if they are on the same side. This man, brought forward from the past, has a great destiny, and it is interwoven with the reclaimer's. I beseech you Catherine Halsey, convince these two, that they must work as one, before they leave this place."

With that, the figure faded, leaving behind only an ominous, blinking, red light.

3.

Screaming, chaos, a billion flashes of bright light, man landing on mars, colonizing the known universe, a hideous hulking figure, mandibles drooling and snapping. Demons, warriors, more screaming, planets burned to a crisp. A weapon forged from human children. My mind burned and ached. I went insane, and screamed until my throat shredded itself. I recognized a few lines of the ritual circle before I flashed away. It was meant to erase me from existence, but there was an error. It displaced me from time.

Was this my fate? After all the fighting, training and war? Giving up my ability to have children, the pain and agony of the enhancement ritual, just to be stuck drifting outside time? I don't think so. I started to pull myself together, to push away the pain and the flash of events. I locked it all away in the back of my mind, and felt out with my magic. If I strained hard enough I could just barely fell cracks around me, but they were hard to grasp. It was like I was falling at a thousand miles an hour, and trying to grab a thread to stop myself. So I tried to slow down.

It took time, ten minutes and a century all at once, it was strange how time seemed to pass when there wasn't any. It felt like a blink took a life time, and yet a breath passed in milliseconds. I pushed against the pull of time and reached out. Before me I could barely see a crack, just a glance at an Earth like planet, and some sort of fight. After falling for what felt like years I was just desperate to escape. I dug a finger in that crack, and pushed it open, before gritting my teeth and diving in.

A thunderous boom ushered my back into the time stream, As it faded from my ears a dozen beeps and alarms were going off in my suit all at once. It didn't seem to like the situation I found myself in anymore than I did.

I was falling at terminal velocity, clouds rushed past me and energy rolled off me in waves, crackling like lightning. I righted myself in the air to increase drag and tried to slow down a bit, and I managed, if just a little. The little dots down below me were fast approaching and growing vivid detail. On one side of some sort of factory, monsters short and tall stood. A few of them were squat little things, probably no more than three feet high, several looked like birds, and a few towered at what had to be nine feet. On the other side a few humans wearing combat fatigues were staring up at me, their mouths hanging open in shock. Several more beings stood amongst them, but they were tall, at least seven feet, and housed in different colored armor, faces covered in a vibrant golden visor. It struck me how odd it was that they had armor similar to my own. Perhaps the muggles had finally caught up to magic.

I was going to fast to try to fly, I could go quick, but nothing like this. So I wrapped myself in an invisible shield, and curled up into a crouch. I threw down a cushioning charm below myself mere feet before I struck the ground and tensed as I slammed into the dirt. The blaring in my suit intensified for a moment before dying off. The shield and the cushioning charm prevented major damage, but my damn teeth were still vibrating in my head.

I sat in a bloom of dust, crouched in a small crater of my own making and waited for my head to stop spinning. I stood and dispersed the dust with a wave of my hand. One of the humans, in green, battle scarred armor tilted his head at me. I shrugged. What could I say? The stalemate didn't last long.

Some of the monsters were huge and covered in muscle, foam dripped from snapping jaws filled with needle like teeth. One of them roared from across the yard of the factory and open fired on me with some sort of gun that shot blue bolts of energy. I deflected them with a shield conjured in my hand and launched a cutting curse. The thin beam of energy sliced into its chest, causing some sort of shield it had to fail as it was sent sprawling in the dirt, hurt but alive. Interesting.

I conjured fire and ice in my hands and waded into the new battle. Only the big bastards had the shields and I took them out fast enough by draining the shield with a blast of magic and then either freezing them or burning them to a crisp I learned the hard way to freeze the little guys, they had some kind of breathing apparatus filled with something flammable, the explosion was pretty awesome though. All in all, the fight didn't last long. With my arrival we pushed them back and decimated them. Magic had a way of doing that. Especially if you weren't used to it.

The same green armored guy walked up, tense and weapon drawn as the others surrounded me. His voice was a deep baritone. "Who the hell are you?"

To Be Continued

Okay guys, this is more of a teaser chapter than anything else, if anybody likes it, now that I've got something written, I'll continue. If not then I suppose I'll drop it or put it up for adoption.

Expect an update for Future of Ruin within the next couple of days.

- Harkon.