The Potter Effect.

Authors Notes:

I wanted to explain that this is one of my first attempts at writing in several years.

Even though I am posting this, I am not sure if I will continue it, I am simply trying to get my creative juices flowing again after being away for so long, and I wanted to hear what people think about this.

I am open to critiques on writing, direction, story, anything. I want to know what people think, if you like this or if you don't. Anyway, here it is.

A/N UPDATE 5/28/12

I am re-uploading this chapter with some changes. I added a bunch more detail into Harry's thoughts about his friends, expanded it so that it is more important and not some minor footnote.

Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, sat quietly under a tree in a nearby park, staring at the stars in the night sky.

He always loved the stars, as a child he spent his time wondering if perhaps there was other life in the universe. Surely with so many billions of stars and planets humans couldn't be the only intelligent species?

He always thought that line of thinking was a bit self centered and arrogant.

Another reason he loved the stars as a child was he'd wish for a better life, a life where he could find love, acceptance, friends, and so on. Now though, as he looks upward, he uses them as a distraction, a distraction from the recent events in his life, for the pain of failure and death.

He had just completed his Fourth year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, his boarding school, and in his opinion the worst year yet. This past year he was forced to compete in a competition known as the Tri-Wizard Tournament.

Now a friendly competition didn't sound too bad, unless you face certain death, which in this case was quite true.

He was forced to compete in a competition between three schools and in death defying situations, including fighting dragons, saving a friend from Mer-people and fighting his way through a deadly maze.

He did not want to participate, he was more then willing to let someone else do it, let someone else represent his school Hogwarts.

But when his name was called he was entered into a binding contract that essentially stated he was to compete or die.

Not exactly good options.

To make matters worse, his whole school turned on him believing he put his name in so he could steal the glory for himself. Even his best friends Ron and Hermione abandoned him.

Well, not to be deterred, and determined to come out of this alive, Harry did his best. His friend Hermione eventually came back into the fold after realizing she was wrong, but things were not the same between them.

She lost his trust and respect, and she knew she did as well.

Ron came back, but Harry didn't believe a word of his apology. He knew Ron was forced to apologize, but by whom is unknown. But he could tell that the apology was forced just by the slight strain of his voice.

No, Harry didn't trust them, but what could he do? He had no other friends, his only remaining relatives hated him, he had no one else.

He always thought, from when they met and became friends, and with all their adventures together that they would always be the "Golden Trio."

He knew that at times they had their differences and there was some tension.

Ron always had the habit of being jealous, jealous of Harry's fame and wealth.

Harry could understand to an extent, Ron was the youngest brother in a family with 5 older brothers. He always felt like he was in their shadow and he could never escape.

His brother Bill was an excellent student with high marks, so was Percy. Charlie was one of the best quidditch players in their houses history.

Fred and George were genius in their pranks and were liked by all, except Slytherins, and Snape.

He always felt inadequate, unable to live up to those achievements.

But his betrayal to Harry was hard.

Harry tried to tell him that this was a trap, a trap to get him killed and he wanted none of it. But Ron would not listen, all he saw was glory and money.

It hurt Harry, but it also showed him what he was always trying not to see. That his friend was more superficial then a friend, that he may have been using Harry for his fame.

He couldn't prove it, but when such thoughts enter your mind, it is hard for them to leave and instead become ingrained.

Hermione was a different matter.

Harry thought she, of all people, would never abandon him. She grew up with no friends as like he did, and because of that they had formed a very tight bond.

So that made her betrayal and accusations all the more hurtful.

She sided with Ron and thought he put his own name in the damned Goblet.

She did eventually come back, but things were never the same between them. The betrayal was still fresh. Harry never felt so alone in his life, not even his relatives could make him feel worse.

Speaking of his relatives.

His only remaining family was the Durlsey family, his Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Cousin Dudley.

They hated him, and he hated them. But he had no choice but to live with them, and the reason for that is because his Parents, James and Lily Potter are dead.

They were murdered in cold blood by a man known as Lord Voldemort, a murderer with dreams of grandeur, dreams of taking over Great Britain and possibly the world, and killing all those he felt were unworthy.

Harry's Earliest memories were of his parents murder.

But after their deaths, he tried to kill Harry as well, to wipe out the Potter family. But something strange happened, the spell he was going to use to kill Harry, and the spell he used to kill countless others, backfired.

The spell backfired and killed Voldemort himself, leaving Harry with only a lightening shaped scar on his forehead. He became the first, and only known survivor of the killing curse, making him famous before he could even talk.

And this last year, at the end of the tournament, Harry was forced to watch as the man was re-born.

Harry learned the whole tournament was a sham, was a trap to lure Harry in, and once in, they used his blood in a sick ritual to bring the Dark Lord back to life.

He then killed fellow contestant Cedric Diggory, and then tried to kill Harry himself. But Harry escaped, barely, but he did.

As Harry lay on his back staring at the stars, he shook his head, trying to forget such thoughts. He didn't want to think of the past year, he just wanted to drift away in the stars.

He blinked, he saw a star shoot across the sky, a shooting star!

Quickly he sat up and spoke his wish like he heard about as a child, "I wish to be gone from this place. I wish to go to a place where I can find true friends, find people who will love me and respect me, and perhaps find someone who I can build a life with. That is my wish."

Feeling satisfied, Harry got up and walked back home, where he climbed the tree in the front yard to his bedroom window and climbed in, closing it behind him.

He took one last look at the stars and turned around to go change into his PJs, when there was a blinding white light.

He covered his eyes and tried to look, but the light was to bright. When the light disappeared, he was gone. He was gone from Number 4 Privet Drive, gone from the Earth, and gone from time.

Somewhere Unknown.

"Uh, what the hell happened?" Harry asked himself as he sat up, last thing he remembered was making a wish to a shooting star, a blinding white light, and then nothing. Rubbing his eyes with his hands, he opened them and looked around, only to widen in shock as he took in his surroundings.

He saw that he was in a meadow of some kind, filled with flowers of varying colors. He looked up to the sky and was shocked at what he saw.

He saw not one, but two moons in the sky.

"This is definitely not Earth." He said to himself.

He stood up and dusted himself off, when he noticed something.

He was only in his underwear, with his wand, watch, and glasses his only accessories. Apparently, whatever transported him here did it when he was in the middle of changing into his Pjs.

"Halt!" came a shout.

Harry turned to see a small group, about 4 people, walking towards him with weapons raised. He noticed they had a slight resemblance to guns of his home.

Deciding to play it safe, Harry raised his hands into the air, palms forward to show he was unarmed, with the exception of the wand in the holster on his arm, but that was invisible.

A person stepped forward, he noticed it was a woman, she looked him over and lowered her rifle, the others following her action.

"I'm Staff Sergeant Ashley Williams, Alliance Marines. We saw a bright light over here when we were on patrol so we came to investigate." she said, then looking him up and down asked,

"What happened to you?"

Harry looked at her as he responded, "Well to be honest I have no idea. Last thing I remember is a bright light and waking up here in my underwear."

Harry quickly had a thought enter his head as well.

"And to be honest, I don't even know where I am, or where I even come from. My memory seems to have some holes."

Harry decided that would be the best option to lie. Just by looking at them he could see their armor, and even their weapons looked futuristic. He could tell cause on occasion when his relatives weren't watching him, he would see the news and movies on the TV.

If he was indeed, in the future then he highly doubted he could convince them he was from 1990's London.

So pretending to have memory issues could save him some unpleasantness.

Ashley looked at him for a moment before responding.

"Well Ok then. We still need to take you with us to file a report, a medical examination just in case, and perhaps some clothes." She finished with a smile and the rest of the squad broke out in chuckles.

Harry smiled as well, knowing that it was pretty funny he was in his boxers in the middle of a field.

Several hours later.

Colonel Jones sighed as he looked over the report filed by Sergeant Williams, as well as the medical examiners report.

The kid, this Harry, was severely malnourished, had more scars then some soldiers, and even some evidence of broken bones that weren't treated properly.

All in all, signs of abuse, or the kid was in a warzone growing up. Either way it wasn't pretty. Kid was going to need some treatments to fix those bones and malnutrition, and he was in need of some serious working out to gain muscle and weight.

There was a knock on his door interrupting him from his thoughts, "Enter!"

Ashley Williams entered and saluted, "SIR! You called for me sir?"

"At ease Williams, and have a seat there are some things we need to talk about." He ordered.

Ashley would admit, she was nervous. People who were called into the CO's office were usefully in trouble, deep trouble.

"Relax Williams, you're not in trouble. Your here to discuss that boy you found, Harry." He said.

Ashley did visibly relax at that.

"According to your report he was found in a field, naked except his boxers and with some memory holes. I've also carefully examined his medical report. Do you know what it contains?" He asked.

Ashley shook her head, "Sorry sir I don't. But just by looking at his body I'd say he's been through a lot. The guys were talking and Darius thinks the kid was in a war zone, he has the scars to prove it."

"Well he and everyone else would only be half right. According to the Doc, Harry has signs that some of his bones were broken and never healed properly. He is extremely malnourished as well. Frankly the kid is a mess." replied the Colonel.

Ashley was surprised, "Really? Do you think the reason he can't remember is because of selective memory? I heard that in abuse cases that can happen."

The Colonel nodded, "Both myself and the Doc agree with you on that. However we can't do anything about that. With no name for the relatives we can't find and press charges against them. But we do have another option.

We can offer him a full work up medically, fix everything wrong with him. In exchange we can work out some kind of military service to repay it all. He gets what he needs medically, and we get one more soldier. Thoughts?"

Ashley was surprised he was asking her opinion and she voiced it, "Sir, may I ask why your asking me? Aren't there people more qualified for this then me?"

He smiled at her as he responded, "True, but you're the one who found him, and if the reports are true then he spoke with you more than anyone else. Almost likes he's bonded with you, as such you probably have more insight then us."

Ashley actually put some thought into this before she responded, "Well that could work. I mean he really needs it, and having an extra hand around here would be nice. But I suggest being upfront about it, somehow I get the feeling he doesn't like secrets. But where will he stay, he doesn't have a place to live around here."

When her CO smiled at her, she had a feeling she wasn't about to like the answer.

More AN's!

If I continue this story, then the relationship with Harry and Ashley will be more brother/sister like, I originally intended for Harry to end up with Liara. I had it all work out, perhaps we can see how it goes if people want this updated.