Armagedon
That was the situation. Resistance was useless after Dumbeldore managed to do the one thing that the dark lord was unable to do. Provided the death of his greatest foe Harry Potter. In the year 1999 fifteen year old Harry Potter took his own life two days after the end of his fifth year at Hogwarts. The loss of his godfather Sirius Black and the blatant isolation at his relatives caused a great bout of depression in an already damaged individual.
Two years later the Dark Lord had control of much of mainland Europe and was slaughtering muggles and half-bloods with impunity. The governments were being subverted and mass cullings were taking place. Many magical beings were fleeing to China and the Americas. Both areas were heavily protected and Voldemort had been unable to gain a beach head into either areas.
That was until he found an ancient spell that would kill the great powers with two stones. Two asteroids to be exact.
He along with nearly a thousand of his followers summoned the great chunks of space debris into the center of the united states and the pacific ocean. The larger of the two produced a tsunami that reached into Arizona and to the middle of China itself. The smaller one impacted Washington D.C., and wiped out the command structure of both the magical and mundane governments.
After that it was a steady fall into ultimate chaos and destruction. Of the followers that performed the spell only a handful survived, but that was a drop in the bucket compared to the man power he controlled. He was also prepared for the devastation and while the world suffered from famine Voldemort and his people dined far to well. In the end, although none were certain, roughly five billion people were dead by the year 2005.
That is where the current hero of the story comes in to play. Hidden away deep with in the Himalayas was a cell survivors of the recent disasters. The structure they had secured was originally a magical resort that enjoyed a great deal of use when the world was a more peaceful place. Now it was a base of operations for those opposed to Voldemort and those that had nothing left to lose.
"I'm telling you there is nothing left to do. We've lost to much ground." A Chinese man stated as a diverse group gathered around a large table. His green uniform hung loosely from his body as if he'd recently lost a great deal of weight. Which was accurate as food was becoming more difficult to locate. The ever full rice bowl they had provided plenty to fill their bellies, but rice only provides so much for the body to work with.
All the people surrounding the table had lean looks and tired faces. One red headed Caucasian man had the glazed eyes of a man gone blind, and a blond woman with a bottle cap necklace was lacking her right arm up to the shoulder. To her left a large, bald, muscular man held her hand gently. Both wore wedding bands.
"We do have one last option Wu Shin." The blond woman stated as she stood and left her husband's side. Moving to the window she stared at the snowy mountain peaks. They were well protected from outside dangers.
"And what would that be Luna? We have been stopped at every attempt against that snake-faced monster. We have been whittled down to this paltry few and none of us are as strong as those who have already fallen in battle." Wu Shin stood and snarled angrily at the young woman only to find a sword's edge placed against his throat by the blind red head. Across the table Ron Weasley showed a small smile as Wu Shin reclaimed his seat.
"We should at least listen to her Wu Shin. After all you wouldn't be here if it wasn't for Luna's quirk of taking in strays." Ron re-sheathed the rapier like weapon into his snake head cane. A trophy from the death of Malfoy Senior.
"I do not believe this is good time to squabble comrades. We must make many decisions today. Nothing has been or will be easy." A small Russian man spoke calmly at one end of the table. Scars ran from the scalp above his forehead to the small of his throat. He'd been tortured for days before he'd been rescued, but had not broken.
"Birkoff's right y'all. We're in a right heap of trouble now that the varmits are sniffin round here abouts." The woman who'd spoken up wore a wide brimmed black stetson hat and a pair of six shooters at her hips. Blue denim shirt, pants, and a leather duster clearly stated Texan. All she was missing was a horse and lasso to be a classic cow-girl.
It was a motley crew gathered here to be certain, and many other such places of refuge had already fallen to the evil that was spreading across the world.
"Becky is correct. The hunter teams are getting to close. Time is running out, and our foe is seemingly immortal. How do you propose to turn the tide?" Wu Shin asked in a tired voice. Their blond leader turned back from the view out the window.
"Time is what we need and time is what we shall reclaim." At this she walked to a shelf at the wall furthest from the table. Bringing a small stone to the table she tapped it with her wand twice. Great masses of numbers and runes appear in the air above the table. Most looked confused at the swirling mass. Except for the cow-girl who stared in comprehension.
"You've plum solved the problem of magical overcharge in temporal movement! What was the final piece o' the pie?"
"The problem with time travel beyond a certain time frame is the damage to the time frames. Each time you travel you overlap your original time line. This restricts the amount of time and interference capable. The attempts to simply rewrite the past by sending the soul and magical core to a younger form tended to cause the traveler to spontaneously combust. Magical core overload to be precise. The magic is sound, but the traveler must be selectively chosen for such an attempt to succeed." Luna looked very tired at the end of her explanation.
Her pale blue eyes gazed at her quiet husband in a silent question. He nodded in acceptance of what she was implying. Those around the table glanced around at each other slowly understanding the implications. Save for the blinded Ron who simply nodded having been aware of the break through previously.
"What will be required?" Wu Shin asked eyes bright with renewed hope.
Quickly plans were worked out and the requirements were gathered within a week's time all was sent into motion.
Luna's husband stepped into the ornate ritual circle with the required potion quickly consumed. In an instant, blazing with light, the man disappeared and with him the dark world faded into a new day.
October, 31st 1990 Dursley Residence
It was morning at Number Four Privet Drive and on this day a young Harry Potter was woken to the sounds of his Aunt making a large fuss on the second floor. Listening to the sounds coming through the roof of his cupboard he could make out the words "fever, and "Dudi-kins". Quickly getting dressed he moved silently into the kitchen to begin making breakfast.
A piping hot meal would be requested to feed the family. It was as likely as not his cousin was faking his illness and would be wanting his favorites to make him 'feel better'. Washing, and peeling the potatoes he began making hash browns. Then while the oil sizzled in the pan he began cracking eggs to make waffle batter. Mixing the batter he munched on the raw potato skins.
Any food was better than none after all. Carefully listening to be certain that his Aunt and Uncle were still upstairs he cracked open an egg and ate the contents in one swift swallow.
'Not the safest way to eat it.' But then getting enough to eat was hard with his family at the table with him.
He'd just finished plating the food for the table when he heard his Aunt screeching that they need to take Dudley to the Doctor. Apparently his fever was terribly high. Moving to the hallway Harry saw his cousin being carried down the steps with great difficulty by a red faced Vernon.
Getting a good look at his older, and much larger cousin he could understand his aunt's concern, Dudley's skin was a strange red color and his eyes were glazed in a very scary look. After the three had made it outside the sound of vomiting could be heard, very likely from his cousin.
Aunt Petunia locked the door behind her with nary a thought toward her nephew, and he was left on his own for the day. When they returned that night no questions were asked and the exhausted parents simply ignored their nephew. He'd eaten the large breakfast over the course of the day. Then he took the precaution of preparing easy meals for the next day or two for his Aunt to feed to his bed ridden and apparently medicated cousin.
Tightly tucked in for the night Dudley Dursley could only smile through the pain of the high fever and over all achy body. He'd survived the trip through time to save the world from snake-face. Now he just had to figure out how to prevent what was to come.
Well after he slept off the after effects of the transfer at least.
Author's note: I see lots of Harry time traveling but rarely anyone else do so. Should I keep going with this story? I'm kind of working out plot problems with my other stories right now and this took my mind off of that. Please review if you like it, dislike it, or whatever.