Okay, I know that I said I wouldn't start up another story until my other ones were further along, but this idea has been bugging me again, taking my attention away from my other projects no matter how hard I try and focus on them, so I figured that I'd write a bit of it. And as a bit of it has been written, I might as well upload it for you to read.

For those of you wanting to know, this story, like so many others out there, is inspired and loosely based upon one of the many short stories found in the collection "Odd Ideas" by Rorschach's Blot. Actually, it was a three part story, the first part being "The Meaning of Fear" the second being "I Am The Terror" and the third being "In Terrorem." Most of the inspiration comes from the first one, though the story is quite a bit different from it now.

Enjoy!

Harry From Another World

Prologue I: Defenders of Another World

In the highest room of the tallest tower he stood looking out at the world beyond the glassless window.

Dark grey clouds blocked out the sun, threatening to rain. What little light that was able to make it to the ground illuminated a ruined landscape. One ravaged by dozens of battles waged over many years of war.

The surrounding grounds, once covered in luscious green lawns were now dry and barren. Only a few hardy weeds grew there now. The vast forest that once had stood mighty, proud and tall to the north and west was now nothing more than a burned ruin of its former self. The creatures which had once called it home were long gone, either killed or fled.

The lake was still there, but it too was devoid of life. When the Merpeople joined the fight to protect their home, their enemies rewarded them by causing the lake to bubble and boil, burning the Merpeople and the other inhabitants of the water alive.

The war that had caused all that devastation had ended three years ago now, but new foes had quickly made themselves known, desiring to conquer this land whilst its defendants were few.

Few they may have been, but they were battle hardened in a way that few Aurors ever lived long enough to become. The Defenders had discovered and developed ways and means of protecting their homeland that the invaders could barely even imagine.

It was the Goblins of Gringotts who had first discovered exactly how big of a mistake it was to challenge the vanquishers of Lord Voldemort in battle.

Thinking that they might get themselves a few boons out of the wizards, the Goblin leaders ordered their greatest warriors to lead their armies into battle. They presumed that a little bit of death and destruction dealt by the Goblin nation would be enough to convince the wizards to hold talks in the name of peace. And it would have been during those talks that the Goblins would have gotten as many concessions out of the wizards as possible.

But the Defenders had good memories, and they recalled with ease just how the actions of the Goblins at the height of the Second War against Lord Voldemort had nearly granted victory to the Dark Lord.

And the Defenders saw the actions of Goblins for what they were, and refused to play their game. And the Goblin armies quickly found themselves on the receiving end of a counter attack. Unlike so many wizards and witches before them, the Defenders did not hide away from the Goblins as they marched en masse, wielding spears and blade. No, the Defenders fought back against them, fighting without reserve, but with anger and deadly skill.

The Goblins were very much like the Death Eaters in one respect. They only ever went on the offensive when they were sure that they greatly outnumbered their foes. They made up for their lack of skill with sheer numbers, and it was through that method alone that they had hoped to win.

But the difference in numbers had not mattered to the Defenders. Their skill and ruthlessness alone had more than made up the difference. And like a Death Eater the heart of a Goblin is cowardly in nature. And seeing the power they now faced, most turned and fled back behind the marble walls of Gringotts.

And the Defenders had followed them there, where, in a siege out of the great annals of history, the great doors of the bank were thrown down, and what remained of the Goblins were driven down into the deepest pits and chasms found beneath the great marble building.

The precious metals and jewels found in the many vaults the Defenders took to safely store within their own fortress, aiming to use it in order to rebuild and recover. And the slaves of the Goblins they set free as well - Humans chained together and made to work night and day, digging and labouring in the pits, Dragons and Griffins taken when young after their parents were brutally slaughtered, and made into slaves to guard the largest vaults, and Trolls, tortured and broken, used as guards for other vaults.

It was about this time that the International Confederation of Wizards had decided to get into things, determined to take over running the country whether those living there wanted it or not.

Thankfully the Muggle Prime Minister had agreed to talk to his counterparts in other countries to get them to lean on their magical counterparts and get them to back off. Most countries heeded this and successfully got their magicals to back off. The American and Canadian wizards abstained from getting involved in the situation, and the few Central and South American countries that had been planning on getting involved quickly followed suit. The Australians had backed off shortly thereafter, and the few Asian and African countries that had looked into it declined to get involved as well.

So in the end it had become a mostly European thing. The Germans were outright convinced that they were doing the right thing, no matter how much pressure was put on them by the Muggle government. And the French had a new leader, one who had gained office under mysterious circumstances, and who point blank refused to even talk to his non-magical counterpart.

The Eastern Europeans had their own troubles and declined to get involved. The Spanish and the Portuguese withdrew from the fighting after their first attack, having been shocked into retreat by the force that they were met with. And many other countries backed out there and then.

All but a select few had gotten the message to leave Wizarding Britain alone. The Wizards of Britain had the resources needed to rebuild, and the support of the Muggle Government as well. But Aurors from France, Germany, Belgium, Luxembourg and the Netherlands had now spent two and a half years making repeated assaults, and this was despite ridicule from their Muggle counterparts and the majority of the ICW.

The latest intelligence, however, suggested that Luxembourg and the Netherlands were both finally withdrawing. A wise choice really, considering how not one of their Aurors survived their last attempt two months ago.

With a little luck the last three would get the message soon.

Behind him a door opened.

A woman with short red hair entered. She wore clothes that were mostly a dark red in colour, tough most was hidden by golden armour.

"Sir," she said, addressing him "the Scouts have returned. A host of the enemy has been seen to the south. They are marching towards us."

"How strong are their numbers?" he asked in return.

"They may be ten times our number, maybe more. They will be here before the sun goes down."

He nodded and replied "Let them come. Perhaps today they shall learn their lesson."

The woman nodded and went to leave, but his voice stopped her.

"Susan? Make sure that the Prime Minister gets wind of this. I'm sure he will be delighted to inform his counterparts on the continent of this."

"Of course, Harry," Susan Bones replied before turning to leave.

Harry Potter turned to look out through the window again. As he had done many times in the past, he wondered if he ought to just lead his forces across the channel and deal with his opponents on their turf. Perhaps razing each of their Ministries to the ground would get the message across…

About an hour later Susan returned. Harry had moved away from the window and was now sitting on an old armchair, thumbing through the pages of a large and ancient leather-bound tome.

"The defences are manned, Harry," she said "And the pack has moved out. Our enemy will be here shortly."

"Thank you, Susan," he replied, setting the tome aside.

He stood and walked over to a table that stood nearby. On that table there sat a scabbard containing a sword. He took this and attached it to his belt.

The pair left the room.

Outside they met a woman who was carrying a crystal ball in her hand. She hurried over to them and said "They have come, sir. They gather on the ridge to the south and are preparing to attack."

She held out the crystal ball to them and they did indeed see their enemies gathering together on the southern ridge. Obviously they were planning to block off the path to the ruins of Hogsmeade village.

"Just like dear old Tom did before beginning our last battle." Harry observed.

"Perhaps then this is a good omen." said the woman.

"Perhaps." said Harry "Thank you, Parvati. Now please return to your post in the Medical Wing."

Parvati Patil nodded and left them. She, unlike so many others, was a true seer, but not in the way that you might think. Most seers believed that they could see into the future. This was a very woolly practice and hardly verifiable as the future was not set in stone and the subtlest of changes could easily ruin a prediction. A true seer, like Parvati did not waste their time trying to make such predictions. Instead they used their powers to view things occurring in the present, as well as things that had happened in the past, which was a far more useful practice.

Out on the battlements they found a large number of the fighters to be fully armoured up and ready to go.

Their task was to protect the walls at all costs, shooting down any foe that got too near. They would also provide covering fire should a retreat prove necessary.

A few of them also manned the trebuchets, which were designed to fire a special series of missiles out into the grounds.

These fighters were under the command of Neville Longbottom and Terrence Boot.

The Harry and Susan made their way down to the courtyard behind the main doors. This was where the core part of their forces was gathered.

Harry looked over at the faces gathered. Each of their faces was set in grim determination, every one of them prepared to do their part in the battle that was to come.

Cho Chang, Jimmy Peakes, Dean Thomas, Su Li, Sally-Anne Perks, Lilith Moon, Ernie Macmillan and Katie Bell were gathered with their respective forces. There was no real organisational structure to the army of the defenders, though over time these few had come to be seen as leaders of smaller groups with Harry in charge of the group as a whole. Susan was seen as being his Lieutenant.

Also gathered there was a company of Trolls, all of whom had been freed from the pits below Gringotts. The Trolls were a mixture of all three breeds that were found in Britain – Mountain, River and Forest.

Usually when Trolls of different breeds met they fought viciously. These ones however, saw no differences between themselves. That they were all victims of the cruel hands of the Goblins rendered their differences unimportant to them, and they all stood united under the command of their Chieftain, Torog. He was a very large Troll, heavily scarred from his days in Goblin care.

Which kind of Troll he actually was remained a mystery. He mostly resembled a Mountain Troll, but some parts of his body were disproportionate, with some features of the River Trolls, some of the Forest Trolls, and some features entirely his own, such as oversized hands. This led to the belief that he was actually an extremely rare sub-type, the Troll of Nadroj.

Whatever his breed, Torog had quickly become the leader of the freed Trolls, and in thanks for their release from the Goblins, he aligned himself with Harry and his forces, and they were highly useful in battle.

A series of loud explosions echoes across the grounds. From above a shout was heard "They are attacking the wards!"

"Let them tire themselves out breaking them." Harry called out "But launch the counter attack as soon as the wards fall."

It took a good half an hour for the wards to come down, at which point their enemies charged towards the main viaduct which led to the entrance courtyard.

But before a single one of them could set foot upon the viaduct, Neville shouted from his position upon the battlements "Fire trebuchets!"

A dozen shots were fired, and large boulders were sent hurtling through the air, their speed and distance boosted by magic. They landed amongst the enemy ranks, and some were crushed beneath the blows.

However this was not the primary purpose of the missiles. Across the surface of each rock, in intricate patterns and orders that only their crafters were able to understand were long lines of rune carvings. Upon impacting the ground these runes lit up as their magical properties truly kicked in. The boulders cracked and split, with different parts moving about and reattaching to new areas until they resembled humanoid beings, fifteen feet tall and strong. Each had two arms, two legs and a head with a crude face.

Earth Golems they were, and they were the principal attack wave. They swung their mighty arms about aggressively, and many a wizard was knocked off their feet by the blows that struck them.

Their enemies turned to focus upon this threat and, with them distracted, the counter attack began.

Those stationed upon the walls of the castle let loose a powerful volley of spells which soared through the air across the chasm and hammered into the enemy ranks. And as this happened the great front doors of Hogwarts Castle opened and the attack force moved out.

With their enemies either distracted by the Golems or trying desperately to defend against the spells raining down upon them from the castle, the Defenders were able to come upon their foes unimpeded.

The Trolls charged in first, their thick hides more than capable of withstanding the majority of spells. The armour made of metals and leather that they now wore only served to protect them further.

They waded into the fray, scattering the enemy forces trough vicious blows from their spiked clubs and their crude swords. Their blows were every bit as devastating as those of the Golems.

In their wake the wizards came. Most used the wands traditional of their kind, but each had other weapons for backup. For others, such as Harry and Susan, it was the wand that served as backup.

Harry had long ago learned to cast spells through his sword, and Susan chose to wield a large war hammer engraved with runes to make it light but no less powerful.

Their reasons for utilising these weapons over wands were more personal that practical. It had, after all, been with his sword and not his wand that Harry had finally vanquished Lord Voldemort for good. And it had been with her hammer and not her wand that Susan had put down the mad bitch Bellatrix Lestrange once and for all.

Both demonstrated their skill with their respective weapons the moment the joined the battle. As Susan used her hammer to bash a German Auror in the chest and send him tumbling down into the chasm below, Harry drove his sword right through one French Auror and then cast a spell through it to blast a second and third to pieces.

One Belgian Auror tried to curse Susan from behind, but before he could complete the spell his head was lopped off by a flame-whip being wielded by Cho.

Seeing the battle so quickly turning against them, the German Head Auror ordered a retreat.

However those who obeyed his shout did not get very far before they found their escape route cut off.

During the latter months of the Second War against Lord Voldemort, many people who opposed him earned themselves reputations as being highly formidable warriors. Harry Potter, Susan Bones and their other captains were just some of them.

However, perhaps the most surprising person to gain such a reputation was Lavender Brown. During her time at Hogwarts, Lavender was known by most to be a somewhat silly and overly sentimental girl with a penchant for spreading gossip, and who absolutely loved being the centre of attention.

All of that changed one fateful night when Death Eaters Amycus and Alecto Carrow, along with Werewolf Fenrir Greyback led a group of new recruits on a mission. When the Order of the Phoenix finally got around to arriving on the scene of the crime, it was to find the house of the Brown family burnt almost to the ground, the majority of the family dead, and the Death Eaters watching as Greyback bit and clawed at Lavender, who was feebly trying to fight him off.

The Order, being The Order killed no one. Alecto and three of the recruits escaped, and the rest were stunned and put into Azkaban.

They were out again by the end of the month.

Given that Greyback's attack had not happened on the night of a full moon, Lavender did not become a full werewolf. However her injuries were enough for some to shun her.

Her friend Parvati Patil took her in, and saw that something had changed in Lavender. She wanted revenge.

Susan had taught Lavender what she needed, and the next time Fenrir Greyback met Lavender Brown, the werewolf did not survive.

And now Lavender was the leader of her own pack.

One of Voldemort's attempted creations was a cross-breed, the offspring of a werewolf and a true wolf. After several attempts, five separate litters were born, but Voldemort and his forces were vanquished before the animals were old enough for them to be used in the war.

Luna Lovegood had found them, and she named them Wargs, after a race of wolf-like creatures in a fictional book series she had once read.

One in particular, who was later named Amarok after a Giant Wolf from Inuit mythology, bonded with Lavender, perhaps sensing her wolfish traits gained from her wounds. And it was riding on the back of that Warg that she now led the entire pack into battle.

With loud howls the Wargs bounded towards the battle. Like Harry and Susan, Lavender chose to wield a weapon other than a wand. In this case it was a battle axe, something that she could swing about quite easily from her mount. And like Harry's sword, magic could be cast through it if needed.

Other Wargs also bore riders, but the majority were free of that burden, and the drove into the wizard ranks, biting viciously at their foes.

Like the Trolls the Wargs were naturally extremely hardy and it took a lot of spell fire to bring them down. The armour of leather that they wore made it even harder for their enemies harm them.

Many of the invaders were losing their wits. The onslaught against them was so terrible that most tried to flee, but they were surrounded.

Harry raised his sword skywards and sent a white flash of light into the sky. This was a message to Neville and Terry to abandon their posts on the battlements and join in with finishing the battle.

A spell flew past Harry's head, missing him by inches. He turned and saw that it had come from a French Auror. Judging from the insignia on his uniform he was the Head Auror.

With grey eyes, a pointed chin and a sneering expression on his face, Harry was reminded greatly of the Malfoy family, one of many who had sided with Lord Voldemort and been wiped out as a result. The man also held himself with an arrogance that suited a Malfoy, and Harry wondered if he was a relation. The Malfoy name did have a French origin after all.

Harry moved to attack the man, but he had bodyguards.

All five of those body guards engaged him in battle at once, with the Head Auror holding back and firing curses at him.

This was their plan. Their sole objective in this whole mission was to kill Harry Potter, even if they themselves died in the process.

Apparently they hadn't yet gotten the message. Harry Potter did not take too kindly to the idea of being killed.

His wand joined his sword in combat, one shielding as the other hewed.

One guard lost his head, and another was cut open at the stomach. A spell caught Harry on the cheek, leaving a painful burn.

In response another lost his head.

A spell from Katie brought one to his knees (literally) and Harry then drove his sword right through the fifth.

As the man fell, Harry turned his attention to the Head Auror. He was pleased to see a glimmer of fear in the man's eyes.

Katie moved to his side, and Susan joined him on the other. Together they began to advance on the man.

The French Auror fired off spells as he retreated backwards, but Harry blocked them. Other wizards came forwards to try and protect the man, but Susan and Katie picked off each one.

The man tripped over the body of a fallen comrade, and scrambled backwards madly.

Harry loomed over him and raised his sword to deliver the final blow.

And then, quite suddenly, and without any form of rational explanation, there was a bright flash of light which blinded Harry. As he brought his arms of to shield his eyes, dropping his sword in the process, he felt a tugging sensation near to his navel. It felt similar to the sensation caused by travel by portkey, only the pull was much stronger and more painful.

The world swirled by in a whirlwind of different colours, causing him to feel dizzy. Then everything went black for a few moments before the raging colours returned.

And then slowly the spinning stopped. His feet touched solid ground but were unable to support him so he fell flat on the ground where he emptied the contents of his stomach over the black floor.

"Are you alright?" asked a voice that was oddly familiar.

He turned his head and looked up.

There he saw many faces, some of whom were covered in the masks of the Unspeakables. But there were those that he was able to recognise, such as Arthur Weasley, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Remus Lupin, Rufus Scrimgeour, Minerva McGonagall and, most importantly, Albus Dumbledore.

Given that he knew every single one of those individuals to be dead, his mind was able to come to only one conclusion.

He groaned and muttered "Oh hell! This won't end well for the French!"

A/N: So how was that? I know that the ending is a bit weird, but it has to be that way. Just what the hell happened to Harry there will be explained, as well as some more about his past. Although obviously if you have read the one-shots that inspired this story you can probably guess what happened to him at the end. And if not, then the title probably gives it away.

On a side note, although she did not appear in this chapter, it is Hermione that Harry is with, not Susan. For reasons that will be explained, Hermione does not participate in battles unless it is absolutely necessary. She's more on the researching and inventing side of things. Susan is there to be Harry's friend and his second in command.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it. I have no idea which story I will update next. It's just going to be a matter of "When the mood strikes and when."