The Wizard Bearer

During a summer, the Dursleys decide on a picnic day out in the country, taking Harry with them. Unknown to them a gift from the heavens that was to crash across the pond makes it way towards them instead. Now with the power of magic and advanced technology the future set upon Harry changes forever.

"Talking" -Normal Voices

"Talking" -Alien Voices

"Talking" Ommitrix Voice

§Talking§ -ParseltongueVoices

A few things first, my Harry is smarter than Ben. Obviously most heroes are. Not to say Ben is an idiot, but he doesn't use his brain as much as he should –at least in the beginning, even after having it for that summer of the first season or five years later or that mess that is Omniverse. We all know Harry has brains, and he is a better boy when Hermione has him learning showing that his learning curve is high. I want to show that in this.

Also for my sanity's sake the muggle schools start and end about the same time as Hogwarts. You try looking at Academic terms, PS Calendar, Surrey schools and time placement for the chapters. I spent two hours without noticing on it, before calling quits and just making it up as closely as I could without sounding idiotic. You know like a certain writer that couldn't even check that year's calendar for the whole seven books.

Disclaimer: Did Grandpa Max know from the beginning what Ben's watch did and tried to keep it hidden? If so, I don't own Harry Potter or Ben10.

"Come on, come on." Dudley's voice sounded to my right as he went on looking yearningly for the school bell to sound. He gave his best friend Piers Polkins a look that I knew too well. Those two were part of the school's bully group and I had been for as long as I could remember bullied by them. It didn't matter that Dudley was actually my cousin. His parents, my aunt and uncle, were very rude to me and he, as one growing up, learned from them how to treat me and in turn he showed others –with a show of force and coercion- to treat me the same.

To be fair, I had tried to call upon teachers to help me out, even those that the school sometimes get temporary to teach, but either they already believe Dudley and his parents more than me, Dudley forces everyone else to lie on his behalf, or they just seem to forget about me, the short-term teachers leaving school without anything been done about it.

So I improvised. My aunt and uncle were clearly blind of their son's tendencies and he wouldn't stop if I pleaded –if anything he got a kick out it. So I planned, as best as a seven year old could, and I made hiding holes, escape routes across the school and to the house –places he and his friends were too fat or big to follow- and began to run the second they were in my view. Never in theirs.

I was good, really good. Sometimes they found me, some hiding holes were a but obvious for even people as dumb as them, other times they didn't caught me until a block or two from the house. Some holes were left behind as I grew, others were destroyed by Dudley and his gang, people, animals or the terrain. So I got better at running, and moving. I jumped and swung like a crazed monkey across obstacles and that very same thing helped cement in other neighbors that I was a troubled boy.

Today was the last day of school and I was determined not to be caught by them. I had a choice, either run out as soon as the bell rang or wait for all of them to leave and look for another way to escape. I decided on the safe route.

As soon as the bell rang, my classmates picked up their bags and ran away, the thumping of feet clearly heard from possibly a block away. I stayed back, shrinking down, making myself seem unimportant. It was easy, automatic. Dudley didn't notice, neither all the other boys from his group. As soon as they were out I waited for the teacher to leave before I started to look at the classroom windows and try to catch where my awful cousin went. He and Piers were by the front school steps, directing the others, probably to find me, and sending them around the school.

"Bugger" I whispered as I saw them leave. I had to take my chance now, if not the image wasn't pretty. I took my stuff and flung it over my shoulder and ran to the back of the school. They would need to go all the way around by either side to get there and I would cut through the school, reaching the teacher's parking lot. Mr. Salisbury had a big truck with a trunk that was broken. Most didn't know about it, but in an earlier escapade I saw him cursing it off. Even had a little way of keeping it locked and opening it.

As I reached the last step I saw none of the teacher out there and went to his car. Got in and locked it. Never knew if they had seen me, but better to not take the chance. The windows were somewhat tinted so if I hid well I could see out there calmly. Now I had to wait.

I returned to the house minutes after Dudley. The gang called it quits after an hour and I kept to hiding from them at their backs as they went home. Never saw me and I could hear Dudley grumble about wasted opportunity. Something in me shivered when he told them I wouldn't get away at his home, but I was resolute to just stay in my cupboard until dinner. Hopefully by then, he would forget.

Late at dinner I was called from my cupboard. My uncle had some news and he wanted to tell us all.

"As you all know, my work at the company has grown in recent months." That wasn't the only thing that had grown. "and today I finally got why." He looked at us all with excitement. Well, auntie and her precious Dudders, me he looked on with barely suppressed scorn. Hey if he didn't want to look at me, he shouldn't have whaled for me. "I got it. I got it."

Aunt Petunia and us looked confused about it before she asked what he got.

"I got the promotion!" he whooped. It only took us a second to understand –three for Dudley- before Aunt Petunia yelled in glee and Dudley in enjoyment, probably thinking about all the cool toys he would get for his birthday.

Auntie went on, imagining what she could do with all the nice things now, and how she would shove it in the neighboring wives faces –discretely of course. And how she could buy new sheets for their bed and curtains. She went on for a bit more, before Vernon stopped her before she could conjure up anything more that would probably leave us in bankrupt at the year's end.

"Now, since I am now District Manager, I was invited to the yearly summer camping. Each Manager gets to go, and this year we get to go!"

"Oh, Vernon! How wonderful! Well, I'm going have to buy some things: tents, sunscreen, bug spray, sleeping bags-"

"Will I come too?" I interrupted her train of thought, she finally realized I was there and even more realized that they would probably have me go with them. She turned sharply at Vernon, inquiring my answer.

"Vernon?" My uncle looked as if he swallowed a lemon, probably from imagining having me there with his first impression of his family to his superiors. He snapped out of it soon enough and spoke in a condescending voice.

"What do you think, boy? Of course not! This vacation is for proper people like us, and none of your freakishness. No, you, you are staying with Ms. Figg. She can take care of you, because I don't want you anywhere near this house without anyone of us." Dudley looked relieved and satisfied. Petunia was smug. About what, I didn't know, it was as if she had an imaginary tally against someone else, and she was winning.

"Ok." Was all I had to say. And really it didn't bother me a bit about being without them for that time. Sure I was mad he basically told me off, for being a freak, something I have no idea what his talking about. I mean I know that there was that time I was running from Dudley and appeared on the school rooftop or when a mean teacher had her wig turn blue. But in all honesty, I don't see how it was my fault. Dudley was there both times, maybe he did it. And if they were what others called proper, I didn't want to do anything with a whole company of them. Besides, Ms. Figg was a bit weird, but she let me watch the telly or play with her cats. So I wasn't upset by it. "Can I be excused?"

Vernon dismissed me self-satisfied in his speech believing a believed everything he said and I didn't dare contradict his opinion on the matter.

I want back to the cupboard, my cupboard, and closed myself to the darkness, imagining what I would do with that freedom for those scant days, and soon fell to sleep.

The next few days went for a normal summer for me, with the exception of Aunt Petunia leaving with Dudley everyday to buy their camping objects. I either spent the day in the front lawn cleaning the garden, mowing the lawn, washing the car, or other random instruction given that same day.

A day from their leaving, Ms. Figg called to say she fell and broke her leg, staying at the hospital and couldn't take care of me. Vernon and Petunia were mad, and Dudley displeased. I was too. I bet it was Mr. Tibbles that tripped her, he was always very rebellious. That day Auntie had to do emergency shopping for me, as she couldn't and wouldn't show me to Uncle's superiors in the garb I wore. Funny, cause this is what her son wore first. It was a whirlwind, a headache and something I enjoyed because I got new clothes but I would never under my own control go shopping with a women again!

She got me the essentials and nothing more. Sleepwear, three tee shirts (white, black and green) and two pants, one short and the other for the small gathering at the end of the week. Underwear (new) socks, and the same stuff for camping, although cheaper ones than the other two's.

I was kinda amazed and a bit possessive of it all. Never had I gotten so much in one day and all new to boot. Of course, I kept my cool, and listened extensively at all the rules she gave about keeping it all clean. I almost snorted at that, of course I was going to keep them as clean as possible, they were mine. Instead after she finished I only responded with my most sincere thank you. She actually stopped and gave me and unreadable look, before nodding slowly at kept walking.

The next day the whole house was in a disorder. They had woken up late, and I, for the fun of it, 'forgot' to wake them up. I almost had a beating, but that would throw us back some more time. I did get a row on it in the car, but nothing else. We were mostly silent, they listen to some kind of music I wasn't interested in and I was thinking of a cool dream I had about a flying motorcycle. I almost responded to Dudley's comment about one he saw with my dream, but I remembered that for some reason Uncle Vernon hated unusual things, didn't matter the level of it. So, I kept my mouth shut the rest of the trip.

We got there just after four, and already there were quite a few cars, much nicer than Vernon's, in the parking lot. We took our time getting ready the tent, and when I saw we, I mean me, uncle, and auntie. Dudley had already gone on to meet the other kids. Aunt Petunia had said something about him being a social butterfly, internally I snorted. The poor rich kids were probably giving them all the money they had and their toys. If cooperative he would already have followers that at best just didn't want him to hurt them and at worst were just like him.

We ate, uncle Vernon spoke with many superiors and special clientele. Supposedly they also brought their most valued customers for the past year. After that we slept and woke for the next day. This being a four day camping trip meant that they also had events for children. Pin the tail on the donkey, hide-n-seek, and other fun group activities. Frankly, I didn't like them. I was already out of friends by the time I came to meet them. Dudley had made good on installing fear on them if they played with me, and none dared. Also, I was never for having large numbers all around me. It must be because I became accustomed about it, or just naturally so, but that's the way I am.

I mostly went out in the woods, never far away that I couldn't hear them and never too close that I would be called back. I liked the quiet, aided by animals sounding from some feet away. It gave me a sense of peace I hadn't ever felt in Little Whinging. Soon I fell in a deep contemplation of how it all would be if this was my life all the time. I found a nice, comforting tree, the bark smooth and colorful. I spent the whole morning just looking at the area committing it to memory, looked at area, catalogued what I saw 'leaves, insects, soil, spider' and oddly enough it was so relaxing I dozed off.

"Hey there, you ok?" This voice woke me from a nice dream, I couldn't remember it well, but it was nice, and warm. My blinking eyes drew up the image of this girl standing just a scant few feet away. She was dressed casual, with a light blue blouse (I knew about the name because aunt Petunia had commented one time about Number 18'teenage daughter wearing such distasteful clothing. Personally it might have something more to do with the fact the girl was wearing very short shorts.) a pinafore dress (jumper to my American readers), her dirty sandshoes and a book I couldn't read the title of. She had a bushy hair and rather large front teeth.

She seemed to be getting impatient, proven by her tapping feet unto the ground. "Sorry, what?" I answered as eloquently as one could half-dozed off.

"I said, are you ok? I was walking around here and saw your shoes from over there" she waived at someplace to my left and back. "and almost got scared that you were dead or something. You really should be careful. There are some types of insects and snakes over this are that are poisonous or venomous. And while they are rare, you can't be too careful. I read that it almost takes less than a few minutes for some animals to kill humans, so really sleeping here might not have been your best idea."

I was surprised at her long speech; she barely stopped to catch her breath and said it all rather fast that I almost didn't catch it. She was waiting for me to respond, but frankly I didn't know what to say. So I went simple. "And what are you doing here?" Ouch. Ok that didn't come out well. "I mean, thanks and all, but why are you here?" the girl seemed a bit hurt at my first question, but otherwise calmed down after I continued, although she sounded hesitant to say.

"I was here yesterday actually, reading my book. I like to spend my time reading, so being away from other kids helped and this place was perfect for it. Besides… most kids don't like me much." I actually looked surprised at that. She didn't look anything about unpopular. Maybe she wasn't very pretty, but she looked nice. But I could understand where she came from, as Dudley was the same to me. She seemed to be waiting for me to comment on it, so I just urged her to continue. She brightened a bit about that. "My mom, said that I had to spend some time with kids my own age, before I went off to my own world, so that's why I wasn't here earlier. But this was my spot. So, please budge up." She ended it abrasively. Maybe that's why the other didn't like her. And looking at the big book she had she must be very smart.

There was a girl in my school like, an Asian, small girl. She was very smart but ultimately transferred away because she was bullied by the others. I tried to become friends with her, but she had become too shy to hold a conversation or friendship.

I moved a bit, letting her have her space. She plunged rather hard, but said nothing about it. I kept silent, because really the girl came here to read and she kinda seemed too hard to talk to when she had a book covering her face. So I simply continued looking at my surroundings, eventually either she would get up and leave, speak or I'd do so. Evidently, she caved first.

Internally, I smirked. Harry -1, Bushy haired girl -0

"You haven't left yet?" Wow, I see once again why she doesn't have friends.

"Do you want me too?"

She hesitated for a second, unsure how to answer, probably the first time someone said it to her. Ultimately, she declined. Her bushy hair swinging side-to-side with her head.

"No… stay, please." Her whole demeanor changed for a second, before she buried her head once again into the book.. I could see a bit of her face, by her side, obstructed as it was by her hair, and sometimes she would stop roaming the pages, and look ever so slightly at my side, verifying I hadn't left. She'd have a small smile and continue reading.

We would probably never be friends or even meet again. I would have every chance at talking to her blocked by my relatives and she would probably head back to reading her books and forgetting about me. So the small time we spent below that tree was peaceful, uninterrupted and a bit awkward, but I liked it just fine.

A bit later she spoke once again, asking for my name.

"Isn't polite to first introduce yourself first?" I asked. She reddened a bit at that.

Harry -2, Bushy haired girl -0

She cleared her throat and answered. "My name is Hermione Jean Granger, daughter of the Dentists Mr. and Ms. Granger. They buy quality drills from Grunnings, hence why we are here."

Oh, I didn't know uncle Vernon also sold the little ones. "My name is Harry Potter." For some reason her eyes grew wide at that. Wonder why. "I'm here with my uncle and his family because his District Manager for the Surrey area."

"You, you are Harry Potter, THE Harry Potter?" her voice amazed and a bit doubtful.

"Well, that's the only person I know with my name. And what do you mean, THE Harry Potter, I haven't done anything bad if my cousins been saying things about me, no matter what they are –except if I's smarter than him and better looking." She giggled at that. Huh, I made some one laugh without having to be in pain. That's a first.

"Don't play stupid. You know what I'm talking about, the whole world knows –well not the whole whole world, but that other whole world. You know?" I only gave her a confused look in return. "Don't play dumb! You know what I'm saying, you are famous, of course you know. I mean, its strange that you would be in this side –the Muggle world- and even more doing something ordinary. The books never have you here or in Surrey. And-"

"Famous? Muggle? Books? What are you talking about?" I interrupted her raving because frankly this girl was scaring the bejesus out of me. While she frowned for having interrupted, her eyes narrowed at my questioning and somehow they seemed to give the vibe that she felt I was lying to her and she was unto me.

"Are you really Harry Potter?"

"Of course I am!" I yelled indignant of her questioning. Who else would I be? And how dare she think I'm not me? Better question would be how or from where does she know me?

"Oh, really?" her tone totally said she didn't believe me. "Well then, show me the scar." The scar, how'd she know about the scar? Where did she found out about it?

"How'd you know about it?" my brain was already working on possible escape routes, and suspicious looks to her and my surroundings. I wasn't fooled; the school gave a seminar on kidnappers. They said that they would find ways to trick kids and kidnap them without knowing until the last moment. There are some people that look really young, just like there are some that look really old like Ms. Taylor, she looked 50 but was really in her thirties. It was possible the same could be said about the reverse, adults that looked young like children.

"From the book, where else?" she said it a bit condescending, as if I was supposed to know. I didn't even know what was happening at the moment! "Well?"

Somehow I get the feeling that in the last few minutes, my imaginary tally has changed to 2-1.

Slowly, and watching everything in my sight, I raised my unruly black hair, I hadn't had a good haircut since before the school ended, and the last time aunt Petunia tried to cut, it grew back over night. Weird, I know, but I never questioned it.

They didn't like it when I had questions.

"You really are…" Her eyes were firmly placed on my scar, and once again I was getting frightened out by her. She snapped back fast enough for it not to become to awkward for her. For me, that moment long passed. A moment passed, where she seemed to be assessing something. And looked like someone had lied to her, just like she looked at me a few moments ago.

"But if you are him, then how come you don't know? You don't look stupid, although looks can be deceiving" a 'Hey!' from me didn't deter her and the tally was 2-2. By know she had gotten up, walking from here to there, in her own world, mumbling all the while, half decipherable things. Honestly, half of them sounded incredible and yet stupid, things about magical creatures, books, spells, wizards, and magic. Finally she stopped pacing, the ground actually had a small impression of her feet, when yet turned sharply to me and questioned (read: ordered). "Do you know about You-Know-Who?" at my blank gaze she asked once more. "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named? The one they call Lord Voldemort? Albus Dumbledore? Hogwarts?! Wizards?! Magic?!"

She was hyperventilating a bit at the end, my face must have shown her something because she looked as if she wanted to fall down and yell to the world of it wasn't possible. Or murder someone, I didn't know, too many emotions flashed by and I wasn't an expert on that.

"You sure you are Harry Potter? Sure, sure?"My slow nod confirmed it, because, once again, she was a bit scary right there and I believed that if I spoke she would be pretty starltled. "I can't believe it." My face must have looked affronted because she quickly responded trying to mollify me. "No, no! Not you, but that it was a lie. I mean, I've always read books and never have they lied to me. They can't lie, people look for help, and information, and knowledge on them. They aren't supposed to lie!"

She was breathing quite heavily now. And must have let it all out because she was sitting there staring at me, trying to figure out something that even I didn't know of. So, believing it my turn, I asked. "Can you, can you tell me what this is all about?"

I waited for her to calm down, and her breathing returning to normal. She sat there for a few minutes, and I waited in silence. She probably didn't know when to start and was placing her thoughts. Obviously, whatever she had discovered shocked her world. "Last year, I turned eleven." Huh, so she was older than me. "A week before that a strange letter came to my house, the delivery was made by an owl of all things. And the letter was written by this person claiming to be from the Ministry of Magic." At my disbelieving face, she answered. "Yes, I know, my parents and I had the same face. Anyway, it told us that the day after my birthday someone would come by to give me an explanation and tell us something greatly disbelieving." She paused, perhaps not knowing how to say it. "This person came dressed in a decades old dress style that my mom later told me was from the early nineteenth century. She said… well she said that she was a witch. My parents rapidly were dubious of it and tried to get her out of the house because she seemed crazy, but then she asked us to let prove it. So… she did."

I was of the same branch. Either this girl was playing a trick on me, was also crazy, or was telling the truth I simply couldn't tell, yet something in me tried to tell me to shut up and listen and believe.

"She took our dining room table and transformed it into a pig. I later knew that was called transfiguration –one of the seven types of spells. And explained how the Magical World long ago decided to hide from Muggle World –that's ours- and live free of the persecution of those times."

"Wait, if they are hidden, wouldn't you telling me be something bad?"

"I was getting to that." She said a bit irritated. "In the late seventeenth century, the International Confederation of Wizards decided to make it official and put it as law. Only those that knew by direct connection or immediate family connection could come and go between sides and know of magic."

"What happened to those that discovered the secret or spilled it?" To me it seemed a little far-fetched that they could keep at it for so long and not have errors or accidents. Mistakes are always made by governments and its people.

"That, well… they erase the memories…" at my shocked expression she continued. "I know how you feel, but well, truthfully they are rather scared of persecution. And while I certainly do not condone it, I don't know how else they could have a choice." She ended it a bit sad. And I could see that ate at her, because it must have been horrible to know that anyone you know might just have their memories erased by these wizards without question. "They give the impression that they would do anything to keep it a secret. The problem was that there were always people that weren't originally part of it. New magical, or as they call us muggle-born, and then they had to include us into their society so that the secret wasn't spilled, but our societies are almost a world apart and problems always rise. I don't know what happens to the muggle-borns that withdraw from the invitation to join that side, but if you had to know how to control your magic then I don't think it would be a good idea to wind them up."

"So they have schools there? And how do you know this stuff?" Because, seriously, some of it sounds a little messed up if you dig deeper into it. I don't think this Magical government would tell all this new magical that they were prone to telling them 'Hey! Just in case you don't want to study with us, well we'll just erase your memories so you never ever remember us and destroy your magic!' no that wouldn't definitively fly.

She blushed a little. "Well, once she had us visit Diagon Alley –that's where they have everything you could shop for- my parents and I then went some more times so that I could get books to read from there so I'd know more about it. Their bookstore is bigger on the inside so they had a lot of collections. Once I finished a few books I went back for more." Here it grew a bit more. "But that's for later. So, yes they have a school for young children and when they reach a certain age then they go there."

"Hermione was it?" she hummed affirmative. "Why are you still telling me this? Am I a wizard?" she nodded once again. "So… why haven't I been told or someone came by?"

"Well" she pressed her lips in thought. "I think they do it before a certain time, in my case and certainly others I was eleven after the time the school started so I was told a whole year before the next time I could enter because they always do it when we celebrate that birthday, so if you turn eleven soon they will send someone to come." She finished happily.

I still doubted much of what she told me. This was too big for me to get. I mean, I'm Harry Potter, just… Harry.

"So" she continued unaware of the turmoil inside me. "a few years ago this really Dark wizard, that was so bad people didn't mention his name wanted to make the Magical world only for those of 'pure-blood'" she even added apostrophes at the words.

"What are pure-bloods?"

"They are those that have always have Magical ancestors in their blood. I read a book by a another muggle-born that wrote it just a few years ago that they are like the rich people on this side. The snotty, rich people that don't like those poorer than them, in this case they don't like muggle-borns. Although not all are like that. Then this Dark wizard terrorized Magical Britain, the war was almost over until something happened."

"What?" Somehow a feeling of dread entered me. A part of me wanted to know, but a smaller one was calling for me to run, to forget her and to never ask that question again. That questions were bad. You were hit if you questions. I was hurt if I questioned.

"You happened, Harry." She whispered. My mouth was dry and I didn't know what to say, so I just kept quiet. And I heard, and I listened as she told me of that day. When on a Halloween night almost ten years ago my parents were found by the Dark wizard and killed. How when he went to turn his wand on me (oh yeah, they use wands. Could it be more stereotypical?) and took to cast a Killing Curse on me, it failed and he was defeated (I noticed how she didn't say he died.). and I was left alone, orphan without parents and the first person in wizard history to survive that spell.

I stayed there, unmoving. Unattentive. If it was true, why wasn't I told? Why would my relatives keep it hidden? Why didn't anyone from there look for me? And why was I left alone with people that hated me?

On a corner of my mind, I noticed Hermione sit by my side and tentatively put her hand around me, in what I could only imagine was to comfort me. I don't know because I've never experienced it. Being hugged, I mean. We sat there for a long time. Sometime later I realized that I was crying, which is weird because I hadn't cried since I was seven. Early on, I learned that crying wouldn't resolve anything and no one would come for help. But Hermione just hugged me all the more harder and kept telling me in the smoothest and light voice she could about what happened next. She told me of everything she knew and learned from the books. I wasn't really listening to it all, so I would have to ask she tell me all of it at a later date.

By the time I calmed down and my tears dried, it was getting dark. I wasn't sure what I would do with all that knowledge. I wasn't sure if it was all true even if a part of me couldn't deny it. So I just asked her if we could meet again. She just nodded and looked happy that I wanted to speak to her again. I had forgotten that she too was without friends and I asking to meet her must feel extremely good for her. Honestly, me as well.

When we reached the edge of the forest, we went in different directions, her parents and other clients had a special place for them courtesy of the company. My relatives were in a good mood when I returned to the tents. Of course, I probably ruined it for them when they saw me again, most likely they imagined someone would kidnap me or I would get lost in the woods. Vernon just grunted at seeing me and I didn't even address them. I had no plans to tell them what I had learned. Either one or both could have known since I was a baby and they never deigned it important to tell me so I would return the same courtesy.

Turning over to my tent, now that it was up, I could see that it was half the size of Dudley's but I didn't care, I got in and zipped it up. Changed my nightwear and laid there just looking up to the fabric ceiling. It was all too much to take and as I kept repeating how my parents died –I swear I could almost see that spell fire off and take them from me- I unresponsive to anything else slowly but surely fell asleep.

The next day I was woken by my aunt, she shook the tent until I grunted an answer and we proceeded to the showers for people in the site. Women to the left, men to the right. The relatives were… not annoying. Probably didn't want anyone to see the usual way the treated me and start asking questions. I didn't feel like going up to somebody and saying something. I don't think anyone would believe me and seeing as I haven't been yelled or hit –not that they did that a lot- the chances were even lower and I would look like a liar.

We got out, went back to the tent and ate breakfast, courtesy of me. Say what you will about how they hated me, even if they would never admit it, they loved my cooking.

I didn't know what to do, so I went back to yesterday's spot. Obviously the Hermione girl wasn't there yet. She had said her parents wanted her to play with other kids or at least try. I'd give it until after the afternoon. I had patience to spare. Instead I spent the time looking across the area for those insects or snakes she had told me about that. I wasn't actually sure of what they looked like but it was fun and time consuming. I even tried to use a stick as if it were a wand. Nothing happened so I imagine that it was a special type of wood that did it. Or these wizards created them artificially. I'd definitely ask her later.

When I saw it was midday by the shade of the trees, I went back for a moment to get something to eat. The company was giving out hot dogs and I was determined to eat my share. Taking a few for the afternoon and a water bottle I ran back trying not to let them fall, hoping she was there or hadn't come and left.

To my surprise, she was sitting below the same tree as yesterdays. A bundle of books no more than five or six by her side and one in her lap, reading one intently and making scribbles on the sides. I had pegged her for someone to value books more than life, so to say I was surprised by it would be an understatement. Stepping on a branch purposefully she tracked out of the book and looked for the noise, finding me in an instant and smiling with some sort of… relief?

"I was beginning to believe you wouldn't come?" Ah, so that's why. I was right on her hoping to meet me again to be friends or to talk about magic.

"Actually I've been here for a long while. It's just I heard they were making hot dogs and went to get some." I showed her the paper bag. She just let out an embarrassed 'Oh.' and patted her side so I would sit. That was a new experience for me. "Do you want one?" I asked.

"Maybe later." She said. She was looking back at the book and making some more jotting of things I imagine she found curious or even had more questions of. A few minutes later she stopped as if realizing she wasn't alone. "Oh! Sorry. I got a few extra books, for background reading, you're in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century." At my look she commented. "Well, um, I hadn't finished them and I asked my mom to let me bring them. In case you're wondering they are charmed so that muggles don't become interested in reading them. They mostly say the same thing about what happened but they have some background info on different things, like The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts talks about the Dark lords across British history and what they've done more than the other two and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century talks more in depth about, well everything about this century and mentions this Lord Voldemort and what they inquired about how and what happened. It's actually self-revised, but I don't know how that works… Modern Magical History talks about the goblin rebellions –those are these strange creatures that own the wizarding bank- about revolutions by the very wizards and magical discoveries –spells, creatures, potions, that sort of stuff."

I looked at her in wonder, all this books and she did it so all for me. It didn't pass me by that each one was very heavy and she only had her backpack to carry them. Her back most have been made of steel. She gave me a strange look and I realized that I had been staring for a while so I coughed to hide my spacing out. "Um, th-thanks. I don't know what to say."

She stuttered a bit. "Don't mention it. I had them all anyway in my tent, and I couldn't let you go unprepared to that side. I think many people will be expecting that you know of what happened and will want expect you to act in some ways, so I didn't want you to be caught ill-equipped."

"Thanks, that was smart of you. No one ever did anything like that for me…."

"Ah, well." She sounded a little uncomfortable with the small praise. "My mom was the one that actually gave me the idea. Since she couldn't read the books I read them to her and she was the one that told me that she thought you would be mobbed like crazy and people might not care or notice. When you told me you didn't know about your fame it stroke a chord on what she said."

I actually swallowed in nervousness. I wasn't used to being around many people. And suddenly I would have people crowding me like mobs for what I did? It was enough to cause anyone a panic attack. Luckily I wasn't that old. What I did was choose the one that I had the most interest at the moment: Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century. It was the best chance to know from direct sources what happened. Supposedly no one was there except my parents and I so the information might not be that reliable, but at the most I wanted to learn what everyone else thought they knew. With hope it would calm me and help me forget about the coming mobs.

I started at the beginning, and soon noticed a pattern. The information wasn't that well organized. There weren't categories by which I could comb through and set a pace to understand what happened. The book just had things stated by the year and moment it happened. At one moment it talks about The Tutshill Tornados winning five consecutive British and Irish Quidditch League titles –which sounded like some kind of game- and then talked the banning of some musical instrument from performances. States people that are born that seem to be important in the future with a small sentence of what they'd do in the future and then say about some famous witch that died. It went on and on like that and it was starting to grow confusing for me.

I could see why Hermione hadn't finished these books yet. If the others were the same i would also take it slow and easy. I wasn't a major reader or could even read that fast, but I could hold my own. On the contrary, Hermione was almost eating the pages at how fast she finished one, jotted whatever she jotted and continued on the next.

It continued like that for some time, I'd read a few years worth of events, stop and stretch, walk around a bit to get the feeling back in my legs and sit back. Rinse and repeat. Hermione also did it, albeit a few times less than me. She must have become a skilled in finding the right way to read. Or was just really devoted to her books.

Time flied so fast that when I realized I was straining my eyes to see I looked up I was surprised to find that night was coming. Looking to my side I found the, in my opinion, funny sight of Hermione holding with her left a flashlight while on her right a pen or pencil since I couldn't see it well and continuing without a care. It seems she came prepared, or most likely she always carried the flashlight for occasions such as this one.

"Hermione?" she didn't answer to my voice so I poked her while calling her again. "Hermione."

"Huh?" she looked at me a bit annoyed. Must have reached an interesting part but staying in the woods at night wasn't my kind of interesting. "What?"

I chuckled a bit. "It's getting late." She looked around immediately realizing I was right. "And I don't know about you but I don't want my eyesight to be even worse than it is because I was straining them to read. Although" I carried in an amused tone. "I see that you don't have that problem."

"I, well." Her trying to explain herself made me laugh resulting in her finally realizing I was playing her. She huffed in mock indignation, but conceded that I was right. We began to pack up, no hurry in leaving. I think we both realized that it would be the last night we'd have to read together and neither wanted it to end. By now I believed her completely, there was no way she could have everything premade waiting for a Harry that was an orphan and wanted to really believe that there was something more for him out there.

Huh. Was that how I saw myself? Kind of depressing.

It was that thought that made me look at the stars, they were big, bigger than I'd ever probably know. I once had a dream about reaching them. Learning what made them and how the universe was born. It was a great dream, but I quickly realized that as long as I was under my relatives thumb they would never let me rise from the ground. Especially with my uncle's overgrown weight. I swear that man is as big as that shooting star must be the one that seems to be coming… right… at… me.

My first reaction was yelling in shock mixed with a bit horror. The second was running as fast as I could towards Hermione. The third and probably what saved us the most was hugging the stuffing out of her in a poor attempt at hiding her from the blast –I can't deny I'm smaller than most boys my age, but I tried my hardest- and turning to the tree she had just sat I embraced the tree's trunk as my lord and savior and hoped beyond anything that it would hold.

Seconds later what was possibly the worst earthquake I'd ever felt in my life, barring when Dudley ran down the stairs and made my cupboard room shake as if the end of the world, hit us. The impact flung us feet away from our hiding hole, soil was displaced, trees were uprooted and animals sought escape from what they had never felt before.

We landed, in what I think was an ok way. It wasn't hard by any means as no bones were broken, but it still hurt confirmed by both of our cries of pains. I was disoriented for a while and it took me a while to get up on my knees. The sound from the impact left us off-balance. Seeing it was a bit difficult to stand, I conceded on just sitting.

"Harry? Oh, what was that?" I heard Hermione to my side. She was growing desperate trying to figure out what just happened. I wanted to tell her, but first I wanted to gain my bearings. "What- was than earthquake? An explosion? Oh God! Harry, my parents, my parents don't know where I am! What if they're hurt, or are looking for me? I got to- I got to get to them." She was scrambling to get all her stuff. Ok, bearings regained.

"Hermione. Hermione!" I had to yell for her attention.

"What Harry?" Ok. I feel in danger. Why do I feel in danger? Is it Hermione? Damn this girl is scary.

"It wasn't an earthquake." I responded as calm as I could. No doubt if I went curtly she would attack back in infuriation and irritation.

"It wasn't?" she asked a bit more calm. "Then what was it?"

I couldn't believe I was about to say this. "It was a shooting star." Silence met my answer. She looked at me incredulously.

"Harry." She began slowly and a smidge condescending. "There haven't been any forecast for shooting stars in the last two years. Even if there were, I would think that there would have been any kind of mentioning in the past few days." So she didn't believe it. Or at least found it highly unlikely. Either way stung.

"So you don't believe me." It was a fact, not an accusation… ok, it was an accusation.

"No" she quickly retracted. "Harry that's not what I-"

"It's ok, I'll just show you."

"Show me?"I began to get up. "Wha- Harry? Wait!" I continued back to the crash site. I was determined to see the meteor and prove it to her. In the back of my mind, I realize that it was petty of me that I did that. Up and leave. I mean, of course I don't have credibility with her; we've only known each other for two days. And she gives the impression of someone that follows logic and facts. So I would find the meteor and show her that Harry Potter wasn't a liar.

Well, to people I liked.

"Wait!"I could hear her footsteps getting closer, but I was already near the edge of the crater. "I said, Wait!" Unprepared as I was by her pulling my shoulder back, my instincts came to life by years of Harry Hunting. I flinched from the contact and turned to fast for my liking at the moment to confront her. Instead I lost my balance, my left foot tripping on a rock and the end result was me, falling backwards and tumbling various times back to front. When I landed at the bottom, I landed on my chest, eliciting a 'huff". "Oh God. Oh God! Harry, Harry?! Are you ok?! Answer me!"

I waited until I could feel my lungs back to normal before grunting out a response to sate her worry. She just continued on given me a lot of apologizing and asking how I felt. I answered half-heartedly because I too was wondering how I survived that fall. Now that I saw it at least a ten foot tumble and none of my bones are broken or even my neck. I added that to my magic helping me. When I got out of there I would ask her if such things happened regularly.

The dust was settling now. A bit too slow for my tastes, but I would get what I could. Shuffling forward at a slow pace, I didn't want to get so far, just to fall down again and this time lose consciousness or get hurt beyond bruising. It would be my luck that just as I was here an adult would come and rip it off. Even more so when they should have started organizing themselves to search what happened.

I could now see much more clearly. The next few feet were distinguishable and the object of my desire was in my view. Imagine. Harry potter the discoverer or the one that first found the H.P. meteorite. I could just see it now, me standing next to my big perfectly circular meteorite.

Wait, what?

"Um, Hermione?"

"Yes? Are you ok? Did you find it?"

"I think so." Now I was the one worrying. Nothing could enter our atmosphere and stay in that shape. I wasn't sure if it was possible, but this was just to ridiculous.

"You think?" she asked clearly confused.

"Well, um, have you ever heard of a meteorite being circular?"

"What? Um, I think that most of it burns away. Something about the air heating it, but right now I can't remember well. It might be possible, why?"

"Have they ever being perfectly circular?" a short time between her answer to my question that it seemed to stretch to an extreme degree.

"Harry… get out of there." Her voice was clear with worry and apprehension. I was sure she could feel it as well from my question that such thing wasn't natural.

I immediately began to turn, backpedaling was my only way. And I would have run too, if the weird meteorite had not shifted, the ground giving away directly in front of me and rolling directly towards me. I was a second to slow as an opening on what I now realized was a metal sphere opened and an object inside glowed an eerie green. Suddenly it jumped out of the hole and I reacted by covering my face.

I had seen that Alien movie; I did not want my face melted off thank you very much.

Instead what the watch did was attack my left wrist, reaching up to the wrist and attaching itself to me. My shock only lasted half a second before I began screaming like crazy and running back to Hermione. All the while my only thought was that I was going to get infected, I was going to die by an alien virus. Worst, Hermione was going to kill me. She was going to tell me she was right it wasn't a meteorite and kill me! She had that kind of vibe, I just knew it! It didn't matter we'd only met a scant few days ago, she would do it. I was sure.

I ran back, no longer screaming as it took a lot of my lung space and my breathing was shortening, scrambling at the steep hiking up. She was lying chest down at the edge, trying to gaze deep veil of dust that hadn't settled at the outer part. Upon seeing me she scrambled back to give me space. I was straining as far as I could my now possibly possessed arm or weapon to mass alien virus as if the simplest touch would make it explode. Of course having it attached to my arm and that subsequently attached to me, I was on a losing battle.

"What is that?" my wild imagination fell down as I startled both us with me jumping back as she was pretty close when she spoke.

"I, uh, what?" I pretended I didn't know what she was talking about.

"That." She emphasized with her finger pointing at the strange watch-like thing.

"Well…" I was –thankfully- interrupted by a male voice calling out to us.

"Hermione!"

"Dad?" she sounded hopeful. And I remembered that she was actually worried about her family. I felt like an arse. I had never felt anything good for my relatives and so I didn't understand how she could be worried about hers. I still don't, it seems so far away a dream to have someone that loves and cares for you. "Dad!" she ran off in the direction of her father's screams and I could hear that they recognized her own calls and came in our direction, rushing to find her.

While I was happy for her, I didn't know what to do. This… thing… wasn't from this planet and if they found it, they would take it away from me. For whatever reason it would do or whatever would happen to me, at the moment, it was mine.

This was stupid, irresponsible, crazy, and probably suicidal.

I was going to hide it.

I went back to my things that were also thrown about with Hermione's and looked for this one jacket that Aunt Petunia had bought me for this trip (something about not wanting me to catch a cold and give it to her darling Dudders). It was long enough to hide half my hand and wide enough that it wouldn't be noticed that something was below it.

Just in time as Hermione burst through the bushes with her dad in tow. "Harry!" she called out. I gave a simple wave to her dad and continued to collect our things. By the corner of my eyes I could see Hermione narrowing her eyes at my hidden watch thing and slightly confused as to why. She was about to speak up, but I beat her to it.

"Hermione." She closed her mouth. "give me a hand?" she nodded and jogged lightly to my side. Her dad was watching to the side with a questioning gaze of either of what we were doing here or what I was to his daughter. I decided to distract him for a bit and asked him to help us speed things up by getting the farthest things from us.

When his back was turned I whispered to Hermione to come closer. "Harry,… why are you hiding that thing? You didn't have it earlier."

I decided against hiding this from her. I didn't know if she would tattle or hide this secret for me, but to me –and her- this was the test of friendship. "I know. I found it in the crash site. Well, it would be better to say that it jumped out and attacked my wrist." I whispered. She seemed to understand that I didn't want her father to hear and lowered her voice as well.

"But Harry, what is it? What if it hurts you?" her worry plagued her voice. It kinda made me feel nice to know someone worried about me. Although, she could just be worried about this thing doing something to us or me in front if her, thereby scarring her forever.

"I don't know what it is, but I'm keeping it." She looked as if she was about to disprove of my decision so I did the best thing I could to soothe her. "If, if this thing is dangerous I'll go directly to an adult and ask for help. But right now, want to keep it." I looked into her eyes and did Child Plea #3: Puppy Eyes for Hire ©. At this age they worked for even me.

"I, uh, oh alright." Ha, she caved. "But, I'll be watching. I'm not letting you out of my sight mister." Eh, I'd get what I could. After that with quickly finished gathering everything and her father took us hurriedly to the edge of the forest. On the way, he explained that when the earthquake was felt the company executive called for us to stop the festivities. A Park Ranger that was in the area to guard us and watch for anything inappropriate asked that everyone go back to their tents and wait. Most worried about their families and after quakes decided to hit the road. Packing up their stuff and leaving. Then everyone followed suit and now the trip was canceled.

Mr. Granger as I learned was Hermione's surname told me he would take to my relatives before taking his daughter and going back home. I, in case my relatives dragged me away to fast, asked for her phone number so we could stay in contact. We weren't friends yet but she was my only connection to wizards and I wasn't prepared to cut it off. She happily gave it while her father continued to look at me in an analyzing manner that frankly scared me.

When we got to the place where my uncle had the tents we found it deserted. Trust my relatives to take the first chance they can and leave me in the dust. They probably imagined I wouldn't have met anyone that would help a freak like me and I'd die of hunger or something.

"Ah, I seem to have been left behind." Those were my chosen words. Because really, what else was I supposed to say at this time.

"What!" that was Hermione's voice. "What horrible people would do that?!"

"Eh, uncle's done worse."I responded absentmindedly, forgetting for a moment that it wasn't just us two. When I remembered just after that Mr. Granger was there, I peeked from the corner of my eyes and saw his surprised look at hearing my response. Then there was a bit of suspicion and anger for me. Then he hid it all, just beneath the surface.

"Well," Mr. Granger was hiding a bit of his anger at my relatives. "I suppose that we could give you a ride back home. You can stay over for the night and tomorrow we'll call them. That sounds ok?" Ah, another one that imagined the worst and wouldn't do a thing. My hope in Mr. Granger lowered and I simply replied an affirmative 'Yes, sir.'

There were cars and trucks honking and beeping for all others to hurry up. We took our time getting everything ready to leave. While the hype and worry was high, Hermione's parents believed that this atmosphere might make others too emotional and things could get out of control. Someone could hit the car, or cut us off and make us crash. So while they were ready, we would wait until the traffic out lessened.

While Mr. Granger was tall and well-built, Ms. Granger was a few inches lower and had a happy and loving expression on her face. It was as if she hadn't a care in the world, or that everything was always going to be fine.

It was a definite contrast to my uncle and aunt; actually they might as well be polar opposites in their looks and nature. In fact, the very moment I called Ms. Granger by her surname she said 'None of that darling. Call me Emma. And this one here, my loving husband is Watson.'

I responded sincerely for their help. "Thank you, Emma, Watson." She and Hermione beamed at me, looking like the very mother and daughter they were while Watson just nodded.

We continued to talk for the rest of the trip, once the traffic had basically disappeared. They were nice, and respectful, just like their daughter and while Hermione kept up in the conversation she would continue to give me this looks that I knew were about the device. I stubbornly ignored them, I wasn't about to think about it at this time. Who knew what it would do and I was having too much fun being content with no relatives in sight and a good family to speak with.

Besides, I could feel the thing. Every time I moved my arm, every bit of my skin rubbing it and the contact felt a contrast of hot and cold. The device was metal, of something not earth metal that was sure, so that's why it felt cold. But there was a hidden, no a barely to the surface heat, that I knew was there yet I couldn't feel, I couldn't understand that made me realize that this object would already change my life even more than being a wizard or the Boy-Who-Lived ever would.

I felt, that with it, things would come about that would help me see more of that beautiful dark sky that I wanted to reach.

Author's Notes:

Well, here we are with the first of this installment. Honestly I don't know what made me come and write this. I was just writing my ideas on a piece of paper for future fictions. There were like ten or so, either x-overs all not, and this one just spoke the most about not letting me sleep. And trust me, with my helping my dad get his business afloat (we just started a month ago) I haven't have time to even read all the updates of the stories I read. So I don't know exactly when I will be able to update this one again.

NOW, I don't know yet what Hermione's role will be at the end in all of this. Will she be a Gwen replacement, will she be a love interest, a best friend/sister? This story will write itself as it sees fit.

SECOND, the aliens name will stay as it is. No need to confuse readers with other witty imaginary names. I have great ideas about how to incorporate more aliens into the Omnitrix and involve Azmuth.

THIRD, the Omnitrix will not have that many problems as Ben had in the series. Since we have a more… thoughtful hero as the wielder and exponentially more intelligent Hermione as his help to understand it stands to reason they would understand it much better than the cannon ones ever would. Not to mention they might have someone that would actually explain to them what it was and what was happening and not keep it a secret for over 14 episodes and who knows how many weeks in timeline. (I'm looking at you Max Tennyson)

So, read and review my loyal subjects,

Your King,

KingOuma.