Harry Potter and the Gemini Curse @ghostandmiracle42
Act IV, Chapter 1

Harry Potter and the Gemini Curse

Act IV: Defenders Army

Lord Voldemort has returned, but the Wizarding World won't believe it. Minister Fudge will stop at nothing to deny Voldemort's return, even going so far as to assign the wicked Madame Umbridge to watch Harry, the Defenders and Dumbledore at Hogwarts. But Umbridge's reign of terror may be just what Harry needs to bring the disparate houses of Hogwarts School together. The Defenders are becoming more powerful by the day, but to stand against Voldemort, and rid the school of Umbridge, they'll need allies. They need an Army.

Updated Disclaimer:

The Bleed – The Space Between Universes.

The Travellers flagship, a space-craft bigger than a moon, shaped like a giant replica USS Enterprise, shot through the Bleed, leaving a trail of golden lightning in its wake.

"Had to have high, high hopes for a living

Shooting for the stars when I couldn't make a killing

Didn't have a dime but I always had a vision

Always had high, high hopes!

Had to have high, high hopes for a living,

Didn't know how but I always had a feeling

I was gonna be that one in a million,

Always had high, high hopes!"

Ghost and Miracle stood at the foot of a stage in the depths of the ship, jumping up and down, fists in the air, as Panic! At the Disco played High Hopes to the crowd of Travellers making their way to the Multiversity for the Trial of Clara Hunter.

"Mama said

Fulfil the prophecy

Be something greater

Go make a legacy

Manifest destiny

Back in the days

We wanted everything, wanted everything

Mama said

Burn your biographies

Rewrite your history

Light up your wildest dreams

Museum victories, everyday

We wanted everything, wanted everything

Mama said don't give up, it's a little complicated

All tied up, no more love and I'd hate to see you waiting."

Phoenix, Ghost and Miracle's clone daughter from Earth 90123 – long story, don't ask cause we're not telling you – beamed in beside the dancing duo in a flash of white light. She instantly threw her hands to her ears, wincing in pain as she adjusted to the loud noise.

"Had to have high, high hopes for a living

Shooting for the stars when I couldn't make a killing

Didn't have a dime but I always had a vision

Always had high, high hopes!

Had to have high, high hopes for a living

Didn't know how but I always had a feeling

I was gonna be that one in a million

Always had high, high hopes!"

"What the fuck is going on here!" Phoenix exclaimed, staring in shock at the assembled crowd. Dumbledore and Maui were having a breakdancing contest a few metres away from her, and Tyrion was standing on Churchill's shoulders beside Thor – all three of them nursing infinitely refilling tankards of beer.

"It's a concert!" Ghost exclaimed, looping an arm around her shoulders. Phoenix looked nothing like her father, but there's no denying the relationship between mother and daughter. Both women had thick red hair, though Phoenix wore her's knee length and Miracle's cut at the shoulders. Both had vivid green eyes, but while Miracle went to great pains to cover up her freckles with magic, Phoenix wore them proudly. She was also taller than both her mother and father (though only by a few inches), something she was rather proud of. The big difference between them, of course, was the golden ink tattoo of angel wings across her back. That was another long story, definitely involves Raziel, Michael and Anneliese Celestial. That one might be worth telling actually…

"Mama said

It's uphill for oddities

The stranger crusaders

Ain't ever wannabes

The weird and the novelties

Don't ever change

We wanted everything, wanted everything

Stay up on that rise

Stay up on that rise and never come down

Stay up on that rise

Stay up on that rise and never come down."

"No, shit! What are they doing here? They aren't Travellers! Are they?!"

"No!" Miracle screamed, "We abducted them from Earth 212 when we passed it a few Chronos back!"

"You what?!"

"Mama said don't give up, it's a little complicated

All tied up, no more love and I'd hate to see you waiting

They say it's all been done, but they haven't seen the best of me

So I got one more run, and it's gonna be a sight to see.

Had to have high, high hopes for a living

Shooting for the stars when I couldn't make a killing

Didn't have a dime but I always had a vision

Always had high, high hopes!"

"We were bored, we wanted some fun!" Oracle beamed, pushing her way past Percy Jackson.

"You could have played some chess?! But instead, you abducted a rock band? And aren't you supposed to be on Planetos 2?" Phoenix asked, directing the statement at Oracle, who, if she was being honest, looked absolutely stunning in the green crop top and mini skirt she was wearing.

"I left Stalin and Magneto in charge, they'll be fine," Oracle dismissed, before belting out the next line.

"Had to have high, high hopes for a living

Didn't know how but I always had a feeling

I was gonna be that one in a million

Always had high, high hopes!"

"You what?!" Ghost exclaimed, spinning around and staring at Oracle in terror. Oracle ignored him, instead focussing on Phoenix.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to tell everyone we don't own Harry Potter, Marvel Comics or the Discworld novels by Terry Pratchett!" She snapped.

"Had to have high, high hopes for a living

Shooting for the stars when I couldn't make a killing

Didn't have a dime but I always had a vision

Always had high, high hopes

Had to have high, high hopes for a living

Didn't know how but I always had a feeling

I was gonna be that one in a million

Always had high, high hopes!"

"You're lucky I like this song," Phoenix grumbled.

Act IV, Chapter 1: Home Invasion

Mr and Mrs Potter – who lived in the parallel pocket dimension of the 'Home,' – liked to think they were perfectly normal thank you very much. Whether they actually were normal or not was irrelevant in their opinions. What mattered was that they thought themselves quite ordinary and liked to partake in normal endeavours whenever they had the time.

Which was why Mr and Mrs Potter were currently sitting on the couch in their home in front of the television.

"Good evening and welcome to BBC Nightly News. Our lead story tonight is our continued coverage of the story that's gripping the world. The Spiders of New York City."

"Oh, look, Harry, you made the cover of Witch Weekly," Mrs Potter said, holding up a magazine for her husband to see. He was indeed on the cover of the magazine, holding the Triwizard Cup aloft. Beneath the depiction of the handsome black-haired, green-eyed, bespectacled youth was the headline, 'HARRY POTTER: A HERO AMONG WIZARDS'

"Well, isn't that nice of them," Mr Potter remarked casually, continuing to watch the BBC newscaster.

"For those of you living under a rock the last few days, on Monday, Times Square in New York City became a battleground between a group of people who seem to possess genuine real-life superpowers."

"How long will Sirius' exam take?" She asked him.

"Most of the day. There's a midnight stealth test, I think. It's tough, but he should make it back into the Auror Corp. Good thing too, because with Voldemort back, they're gonna need him," He replied.

Suddenly, a gorgeous snowy owl flew into the room via an open window and landed on Mr Potter's shoulder. Attached to the owl's leg was a letter. Now, I know what you're thinking. 'Owl's sending messages? That doesn't seem very normal.' Well, you'd be entirely wrong in that assumption, as sending letters by owl was exceptionally ordinary. For the Potters at least.

"Who's it from?" Ginny asked as she flipped through the Witch Weekly article.

"It's from Gwen," Harry said, rolling his eyes at her as Hedwig the owl took flight once more.

"The battle took place between a man dubbed 'Electro' – who seemingly possessed a suit that allowed him to harness electricity – and two unknown individuals, both dressed in Spider themed costumes who demonstrated incredible agility and the ability to 'swing' around using a type of synthetic cable. Whether the cable is from a device or from their bodies is unknown. The two Spider-People fought Electro, who was holding several civilians hostage, to a standstill after all attempted police intervention failed. They then used a hose from a fire truck to subdue the villain. Electro's suit was removed, and he was remanded into police custody."

"What does she say? If it's anywhere near as flattering as this article I think I might need to be worried," Ginny said, a playful grin crossing her features as she began narrating, "Mr Potter's daring heroics saved his fellow champions and aided them in escaping capture from a terrorist cell attempting to emulate He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, the dark lord Mr Potter defeated at the age of one."

"Spider-Man and Spider-Woman – whose names were coined by witness and fledgling reporter Mary Jane Watson who works for Daily Bugle Communications – fled the scene using their webbing to swing between New York Cities iconic skyscrapers."

Harry ignored Ginny's poor attempt at the Queen's English and opened the letter from their American friends.

Harry and Ginny

By now I'm going to assume you've seen the news and correctly deduced that Spider-Man and Spider-Woman are Peter and I. If you hadn't… spoilers, I guess?

"You guessed right," Harry told her, showing her the first paragraph of Gwen Stacy's neat writing.

"Wasn't that hard. You saw Peter use the web shooter's in the graveyard," Ginny pointed out, then her face darkened, "and what we saw in the Library of Worlds…" She trailed off, staring at the TV.

The full story is long, complicated and I can't trust it in a letter, even an Owl message, which obviously can't be intercepted as easily as No-Maj messaging can. The short version is: MJ got a tip about Oscorp, we snuck inside, got busted, hid in a lab, found them experimenting on Acromantulas, got bitten by radioactive spiders, got powers, saved the day. Is this what it's like for you all the time? I don't know how you do it.

"Harry's desire to save even those he doesn't know is enough to make any girl wet between the legs and weak between the knees," Ginny continued reading the Witch Weekly article.

"Ginny? This letter is serious, I'm trying to read about our friend's efforts at clandestine vigilantism."

"Harry!" Ginny scolded, "are you not taking the lovely, honest and hardworking reporters at Witch Weekly seriously?"

"If there were any lovely, honest and hardworking reporters at Witch Weekly I would take them seriously," Harry told her sharply.

"Tut, tut Harry. You should be showing more respect for the media community. What would your dear Aunt Petunia say?"

"I think if Aunt Petunia saw the photo on page two of that magazine, she'd have a heart attack."

"I loved the photo on page two of the magazine," Ginny said slyly, holding up a spread of Harry with his shirt off taken when they visited Bondi Beach in January. Harry rolled his eyes and turned back to the letter.

It's been a seriously crazy couple of weeks. Peter's handling it even worse, seeing how his Uncle Ben just died. He's blaming himself, something you are somewhat familiar with, according to Hermione (I've also sent a letter to her, so it's safe to talk to her about us).

I'm going crazy. Not like, Voldemort level crazy, but like still psychotic crazy. If that's even a thing. I'm sensing everything around me. It's like my senses have been dialled up to eleven. It's not fight or flight as much as it's like a precognitive trigger. And everything sets it off. Fly gets to close, zap to the brain. Someone closes a door, zap. I know if someone's going to say something before they even say it. It's frying my brain. Peter's no better. We're using the Scorpius Rune to mediate the effects the best we can, but it's not working very well. And that's not even going into the sticking. We're sticking to literally everything! The web-shooters, which Pete says you saw in action in the Graveyard, are getting a serious workout. Our muscles and bone structures are now literally strong enough that we can jump off buildings and use the cables to swing between them without even feeling it! I've broken a sink, the toilet and a window so far. Pete's destroyed the door to our apartment twice.

MJ's covering for us as best she can, but she's struggling, and frankly, I can't blame her. Especially Pete. He blames his own in-action for his Uncle's death. We have no one else we can talk to about this. Given your own gifts and the responsibilities you have to carry as a result, you're the only ones who can understand. Luna has the powers, but not the burden; and Hermione is brilliant, but she just doesn't understand. Not like you do.

We need to talk in person as soon as we can. I need your help. We need your help.

Love, Gwen.

"Well… I didn't expect that" Harry admitted, handing the letter to Ginny.

"Wait, so they've got actual powers? Damn. We really do need a conversation. That's a story I want to hear," she exclaimed, finishing the message.

"The identity of Electro has been revealed as Max Dillion, an employee of Oscorp Industries. Mr Norman Osborn has issued a statement claiming innocence from any wrongdoing on behalf of his company, but the question is, how did Dillion get his hands on such levels of advanced technology? And if it wasn't from Oscorp as Mr Osborn claims, where did he get it? And did Spider-Man and Spider-Woman gain their powers in a similar way? Any attempt to ascertain the identities of Spider-Man and Spider-Woman has so far proved impossible, but the two vigilantes have been sighted aiding civilians against muggings, rescuing people from car crashes, and even stopping a high-speed chase. NYPD Officer Jaime Reagan, who was involved in the chase, thanked the Spiders for assisting in the criminal's arrest, rescuing a young girl who was trapped in the stolen car…"

Whatever the newscaster said next Harry and Ginny would never know, as, at that moment, the disembodied voice of Lilly Potter echoed through the house.


"Crap!" Harry exclaimed, falling off the couch and planting face first into the floor. Ginny was little better. She had jerked up so violently that both Gwen's letter and the copy of Witch Weekly went flying into the air as she toppled backwards, taking the couch with her.

"What was that?!" Harry yelled over the continuing alarm.

"Did you know it could do that?!" Ginny asked, peeking her head above the overturned piece of furniture.

"No." That was not the answer Ginny was looking for.


That announcement snapped them back into the moment, and their shock at hearing Lily Potter's voice from beyond the grave was pushed to the back of their minds.

"Voldemort! He's found us!" Harry exclaimed. He grabbed his wand from the coffee table and obliterated Gwen's letter.

But how… Ginny wondered, grabbing her backpack from where it lay on the floor. She'd yet to unpack the supplies she'd stolen from Grimmauld Place before she used Lily Potter's Amulet to transport into the Home just a few hours ago, and letting them fall into Voldemort's hands was not a good idea.

We can't think about that right now. We've got to evacuate. Harry replied sharply through their mental bridge.

"Right." They jumped to their feet and followed the emergency procedures drilled into them by Sirius Black and Remus Lupin for just this type of scenario. They bolted out of the living room, giving no thought to the dozens of expensive possessions scattered within. The most important thing was that they protect the library at all cost. They skidded to a halt at the lobby and stared down the hallway towards the four multi-coloured doors opening back out into the real world. The blue door that opened out into Hogwarts was vibrating something fierce. Harry swallowed hard. He knew what he had to do. He spun towards the wall and faced the family clock that hung there, displaying the names Padfoot, Moony, Harry and Ginny. Harry pulled aside the clock, revealing a console of spinning silver gears and levers, each with labels on them. In the top right-hand corner was a black knob like what one might find on a safe. He spun the dial to the number 3, then counter clockwise to the number 1, then a full revolution back to the 1 again, then one spot to the right to hit 0, then a clockwise rotation to the 8, and finally counter clockwise back to the 1. The nob changed from black to red and began flashing.

Harry and Ginny glanced back to the door. There was a large crack in it now, and the sound of muffled explosions could be heard coming from beyond.

Harry, forcing back the bile that rose up at the thought of destroying all that remained of his parents legacy, pressed the big red button.


Harry knew his mum was a science fiction nerd. He'd watched all her tapes of Classic Who and Star Trek episodes. But he didn't think she'd be that much of a nerd. Rolling his eyes, he grabbed Ginny's hand and pulled her with him down the residential corridor of the home. They ran full tilt through the Study Room and into the Marauders Library, by far the biggest room in the house.

"25, 24…"

An explosion made the entire house vibrate, and Harry and Ginny slammed the door shut.

"INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT!" Lily Potter's voice exclaimed. Harry pulled aside a picture frame of the four Marauders plus Lily that hung on the wall and spun a silver gear towards the door. The lights within the library turned from natural white to vivid red, and a set of blast doors sealed themselves over the wooden door.

"20, 19…" Another bang shook the house.

Harry spun the gear again, and a magical hologram of the world materialised in front of him.

Where are we going?

"The Library of Worlds. It's the only place Voldemort won't be able to find us," Harry said, eyes narrowed as he zoomed the globe in on Mt Everest. Ginny facepalmed. Perfect!

"15, 14…"

"Harry! Ginny! Come out, I know you're here!" Albus Dumbledore's voice boomed through the corridors. Harry and Ginny went white.

Okay, so not Voldemort.

Guess Luna won the bet after all.

How'd he find us? And why now?

Good questions, for another time.

Harry spun the gear one more time.


The wooden floor folded in on itself and five chairs rose up out of the ground.

"Merlin, I love your Mum," Ginny whispered as she and Harry sat down. Seat belts appeared from thin air, wrapping themselves around the two teenagers. They held hands and braced themselves.

"7, 6…"

"Harry, stop this!" Dumbledore pleaded.

There was a loud groan, and the library began to shake violently. Harry and Ginny stared out the window on the far side of the room.

"5, 4…"

Suddenly, everything in the library hazed out of focus, as if light were struggling to keep up with them for a moment. A second later it was gone, and the Quidditch pitch was replaced by a tunnel of blue light. Lily Potter's voice, too, was gone.

"That was close," Harry breathed.

"We're not out of trouble yet," Ginny reminded him.

Harry bit his lip. "How'd he find us? Actually, how'd he even know you were gone, or even where to find us once he did realise you were missing from prison at Grimmauld Place?"

Ginny shook her head and took some deep breathes. "No idea. Mum thinks I've got the flu, thanks to the Twins. It's got me get out of almost all the housework. Andromeda, Remus, Sirius and Tonks did a fantastic job of inventorying the place, but Mum's a stickler for that stuff. I'm just glad they managed to hide away most of the really dangerous stuff at Andromeda's apartment before Mum got her greedy little hands on it. She's turfing anything even remotely dangerous. The only reason she didn't burn the Black Library to the ground the minute she stepped inside was because Mad-Eye wouldn't let her. Said it had "strategic value," she fumed. Harry knew all this of course. He'd had regular updates about the activities of Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix from Sirius, Remus and Tonks, who passed the information onto Sirius's cousin Andromeda – who wasn't actually in the Order – who in turn passed it to him. He then gave the info to Ginny, so she could inform the Defenders members trapped within Sirius' family home. Ginny, who had taken charge in his forced exile, had elevated Fred and George to full-time members. The twins had been overjoyed, and Hermione had declared that their names should be "Thing 1" and "Thing 2" from the Cat in the Hat. Neither of them had understood the reference, but had taken the nicknames to heart, now refusing to be addressed by anything else. Harry couldn't wait until he could get back to see them. They'd briefly considered communicating with Hermione and the Twins using the mind link but had decided to keep it as a secret for now. Only Dumbledore, Brains and Mystery knew about the link, and Harry and Firefly preferred it stayed that way. Ginny was using her illness to maximum potential. While her mother thought she was in bed, Ginny was actually sneaking as many of the Black Family books into the Home to save them from Mrs Weasley's hatred of all things mildly dark in nature. When Moody (who'd become the sort of defacto second in command for the Order) had caught her doing it, he'd praised her efforts as excellent forward planning – and then tried to recruit her to the Aurors, just like he'd tried with Harry the previous year. Harry had enjoyed making fun of the scarlet blush that Ginny got at the compliment.

"Could it have been Moody?" Harry asked.

"I don't know. Maybe…" Ginny trailed off as the Library began to vibrate once more. The tunnel out the window vanished, replaced by black clouds and swirling snows. More alarms rang out inside the library, and Harry and Ginny were never more grateful for the seatbelts. The building crashed into the side of the mountain, sending books flying off the shelves in all directions. They continued to roll for a few more metres before the room came to a stop. The only problem, they were upside down, heads dangling from the roof.

Harry shook his head to clear it and stared out into the room. Hundreds of volumes lay on the floor, and there was smoke coming from somewhere.

We have to get down. Dumbledore will have a way of tracking us.


"What's a…. whoah!" The room spun around at terrifying speed, and Harry and Ginny jolted as the chairs locked into the ground, the right side up.

"Awesome!" Ginny exclaimed. Harry just rolled his eyes and unclipped the seatbelt.

I'm so taking you to a theme park.

What's taking you so long then?

Harry ran over to the door and disengaged the blast doors. Ginny pulled the wooden door open and, biting back a curse at the frigid temperatures, jumped out into the snow. Harry followed, closing the door behind him. It wasn't a pretty sight. The Marauders Library was embedded within the cliffside, and a storm was raging around them, wiping at their clothes and sending Ginny's hair flying in all directions.

"Quickly!" Harry shouted, but Ginny was already ahead of him. She reached up and pulled a wooden plank free from the wall, revealing a lever. She pushed it into the opposite position, and the building shrunk to the size of a peanut in seconds. Ginny caught the miniaturised structure, once again muttering under her breath about Lily Potter and her love of Sci-Fi.

Harry ground his teeth and grabbed his right arm. The Firebrand was stinging along his skin.

"He's coming!" He yelled, before grabbing Ginny and holding his arm towards the cliff-face. The door to the Library of Worlds materialised, and they rushed inside, Harry slamming the door behind them. Ginny bolted down the corridor and into the atrium, casting her backpack of books aside and ignoring the greetings shouted out to her by the portraits containing the likeness of the former members of the Council of Fire. She sat down in the glowing silver and blue chair dominating the room, and the chair instantly slid back into a reclined position. Ginny felt the tether slip into place, and suddenly she could sense everything about the Library. It's defences. Where each book fit on each shelf. Each person in every portrait. She knew that the power source for the Library was at 73% capacity. And she knew that there were five incoming Apparation signals.

"Shields to maximum, engaging cloaking generator," Ginny whispered as she pictured a shimmering energy shield solidifying around the walls and hiding them from all detection.

Five blips appeared on her sensors, and she magnified the external cameras.

"Display," she said. She opened her eyes and saw Harry standing beside her, looking into the magical hologram now floating above their heads. Dumbledore, Moody, Tonks, Kingsley Shacklebolt and Ginny's mother were standing outside in the high-altitude storm.

"Where are we, Albus?" Shacklebolt asked, pointing his wand at where the Marauders Library had crash landed.

"Everest if ever I saw it," Moody growled.

"It's so cold!" Tonks exclaimed, hugging her robes around her.

"EVEREST!" Molly exclaimed in a voice higher than Harry had ever heard it.

"It would appear so," Dumbledore confirmed. The Headmaster waved his wand in a number of intricate patterns.

"My baby girl married before she even graduated. Now she's running off for clandestine meetings with troubled teenagers. My daughter, a scarlet woman. Morgana only knows what she's given to that boy by now," Molly moaned. Ginny's amused expression darkened in an instant. Harry looked about ready to walk out the door and curse her. The only comfort was that Tonks seemed to be restraining herself as well.

"Scarlet Woman! Who's she calling a Scarlet Woman. I can look at a calendar, Mum! I know when Bill's birthday was!" Ginny fumed. The chair picked up on her rage and began to hum.

"Deploying offensive measures…"

"NO!" Ginny and Harry yelled, and the chair stopped humming, though Ginny could tell it was disappointed.

"The children are obviously not here," Shacklebolt said, pocketing his wand.

"I believe you're right. And we can't even be sure it was Harry and Ginny in the Home. Or that the two are even together at all, though it is the most likely scenario," Dumbledore agreed.

"I think the kids are fucking geniuses. They're embodying Constant Vigilance! They'd destroy a sentimental stronghold without hesitation rather than be captured and let it fall into the hands of the enemy. That takes balls. Now they've led us on a wild hippogriff chase to the fucking Himalayas, while they make their escape! It's brilliant I tell you. Brilliant!" Mad-Eye beamed, looking very pleased.

"These are people I can work with Albus," He said proudly.

"No! You will not be working with my daughter and her kidnapper! I won't allow it. They're kids! And Ginny is going to locked up in her room until she's fifty!"

"Didn't stop her once, won't stop her next time," Moody said haughtily. Molly went a bright shade of red.

"That's my cue to leave," Tonks said. Then she turned on her heel and disapparated.

"Come, Kingsley, to Privet Drive," Dumbledore said solemnly. Ginny and Harry looked at one another.

"The Dursleys!"

"Maybe we can still salvage this," Ginny said, the workings of a plan running through her head. Harry kissed her on the cheek and disapparated.

"Care to tell us what's going on, please?" Queen Victoria asked.

Harry apparated straight into the living room of Number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, which was probably not the best idea he'd ever had. Or maybe it was. Harry landed firmly on Aunt Petunia's rug, right in front of the television. Vernon, Petunia and Dudley were all sitting on the couch, eyes bugging out of their heads at him.

"Hi, loving relatives. I'm back!" Harry said cheerfully. The TV exploded behind him. Oops?

Ignoring the Dursleys sitting like stunned mullets. Harry made his way to the window and peered outside. He couldn't see Dumbledore; he must have made it back before him. He pulled the curtain closed and spun back around. The second he did so, the Firebrand signalled a warning, and he leaned wide, just missing a frying pan swinging clear through the space his head had been not a moment before.

"Well that wasn't very nice," Harry said as Vernon staggered forward, unbalanced from the swing. Dudley was next. He charged towards Harry, meaty fists raised above his head. Harry rolled his eyes and faster than Dudley could even comprehend, he'd pulled his wand and cast a jelly legs jinx on the boy, sending him collapsing to the floor. This was going to be fun. Thanks to the Firebrand, Harry knew that Vernon was coming around for another swing, but he didn't bother dodging. Instead, he cast an impervious charm on himself, and the kitchen utensil bent in half as it collided with his head. Hmm. That wasn't an item he'd used before.

"Aunt Petunia, did you buy new kitchen stuff?" He asked, turning to his Aunt while Vernon stared at his bent weapon. Dudley was crawling away into the kitchen. But Petunia was nowhere to be seen.

"Aunty? Where'd you go?" Harry brought his wand around in an arc.

"Revelio Petunia Dursley." Petunia's form glowed from where she was cowering behind the couch.

"Oh please," Harry rolled his eyes. Dudley had crawled over to a kitchen drawer and had pulled out a shotgun, which he then threw to Vernon. Harry sighed. As much as he wanted to keep enjoying this, he really needed to put to rights before the Headmaster showed up if he was going to get this to work. The constant hum of the Gemini Rune amplified against his neck.

Harry. Dumbledore, Mum, Shacklebolt and Moody have all left. Odds are they're coming to you.

Thanks, Gin.

Bat-Bogey my mum if you get the chance!

Love you too.

Harry pushed the link into the background and focussed on Vernon's gun, which he was cocking back.

"Now come on everyone, there's no reason we can't be civil about this." Twirling his wand in his fingers, Harry drew the Zemeckis Rune in the middle of the air. The rune flashed red, and Vernon, Dudley and Petunia started reversing their movements until they were all back on the couch.

"What the… YOU!" Vernon bellowed, realising his weapon was no longer in his hands. The Zemeckis Rune was a handy one he had found within his favourite book of all time, Ancient Runes and Forgotten Civilisations. It reversed the flow of time around the user for thirty seconds. But it only affected living entities, and anyone affected would remember their original actions when time resumed. It also gave them one hell of a headache. There was a reason Harry was top of Ancient Runes after all.

Harry resisted the urge to laugh and placed all three of them into body binds.

"Okay. Here's what's going to happen now. When the rest of the Magical folk show up here in a couple of minutes…" Harry couldn't help but notice the unrestrained fear in each of their eyes at that comment, "… you are going to pretend that I have been here at this lovely dwelling of yours for the past two summers. You will not mention that I ran away, and you will tell them that I have been a model house guest. Is that understood?" Harry, realising the Dursley's couldn't actually answer him while frozen, dispelled the charm. Dudley immediately launched himself at Harry, who just sighed and stunned him. He dropped to the floor like a dead whale, and Petunia screamed.

"Listen here, you little freak! We won't be doing anything you want. Now get out of this house at once!" Vernon screamed, the vein running along his forehead becoming so inflamed Harry worried it might actually explode.

Harry sighed, "I didn't want to do this, but you haven't given me any choice." Harry flicked his wand, and watched, a sense of satisfaction on his face, as Dudley's prone form was replaced with that of a pig. Thank you, Hagrid and McGonagall. Petunia screamed even louder.

"We'll do it! We'll do it! Just change him back!"

"Sure… after you've told Dumbledore that I've been coming back here for Summer break the last two years." Harry was actually surprised Vernon didn't blow a gasket at that point.

Then the doorbell rang. Petunia's face lost all colour, and Vernon went a fascinating shade of green.

This is priceless!

Harry quickly cast a Reparo on the television and a disorientation charm Ginny told him on Dudley, to ensure the newly porcine creature wouldn't interrupt.

Harry pocketed his wand, before walking up to the door, a fake smile on his face, and opening it. Dumbledore, Moody, Shacklebolt and Mrs Weasley were all standing outside. Dumbledore looked incredibly disappointed, Moody looked like a kid in a candy store, Shacklebolt was unreadable (Harry figured he probably just didn't care), and Mrs Weasley looked as mad as Uncle Vernon had five seconds earlier.

"Ah, Harry. Good to see you. Having a pleasant evening?" Dumbledore asked. His eyes weren't twinkling, which gave Harry goosebumps. He knew he could cast a pretty powerful wandless banishing charm, that should give him time to disapparate. It was whether or not he could get the draw on the Headmaster. He might have the added power of the Firebrand, but he wasn't sure if that would be enough.

Play along.

"Spectacular Professor. Auror Moody, Mrs Weasley, good to see you both. It's just Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and our pet pig Waddles. Dudley's out bullying ten-year-olds. Um… if you don't mind me asking, why are you here? Is it Voldemort? And who's that guy," Harry asked, pointing to Shacklebolt. He figured deniability was the best idea. Mrs Weasley was the only one who flinched. That was interesting.

"This is my good friend Kingsley Shacklebolt, Harry. He's an Auror," Dumbledore said simply. Harry couldn't help but notice that he didn't answer his first question.

"Well, nice to meet you then Mr Shacklebolt." Harry nodded his head at the tall, dark-skinned bald man, but didn't offer his hand. Moody's smirk twitched slightly. The grizzled old Auror was loving this.

Harry turned back to the Headmaster, "I don't suppose you're here to get me out of here, are you? I haven't had any letter's from any of my friends. It's driving me barmy."

Dumbledore smiled softly.

Maybe he's buying it?

"I am quite sorry about that, Harry. It was under my direction that your friends not send any information to you. It was too risky, with Voldemort having returned from the dead." Petunia made an odd squeaking noise at that point, which distracted all of them.

"He's… he's back?" She whimpered.

"You didn't tell them?" Dumbledore asked incredulously.

"Well, no. They refuse to let me even say the M-Word in the house." Harry placed air-quotes around the 'M-Word'.

"Wait a second. This Voldy person, he's the one that…" Vernon started, clenching and unclenching his fist. Harry was impressed he hadn't gone for the shotgun again yet.

"… killed my parents and hundreds of other people, wizards and muggle alike. Yes. Yes, he is," Harry concluded, a smug smile on his face.

"But… but he's dead. You killed him with your… your…" Petunia muttered. Harry actually turned to look at her. She was holding the newly christened Waddles the pig in her arms.

"Come on. Spit it out. It won't kill you." Moody actually laughed at that. On the other hand, Mrs Weasley's anger seemed to reach a crescendo at his disrespect to his elders. She pushed past Dumbledore and actually slapped Harry across the face. The only problem, the impervious charm was still in effect, and all the bones in the Weasley matriarch's hand broke upon contact with his cheek.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY DAUGHTER!" She shrieked, seemingly not realising her fingers were now hanging limply from her wrist, and that there was no mark on Harry at all.

"Molly!" Dumbledore admonished, but Mrs Weasley ignored him. She grabbed Harry by the collar and made him stare into her eyes.


Hey honey, guess what?


The chair can project our mental connection. The Council of Fire and I are having the time of our lives here. There was even some popcorn in my bag! Oh, also Clara and Will are here. They say hi.

Gin, kinda in the middle of something here.

Oh. Sorry, get back to humiliating my mother. We'll just sit here and enjoy it.

Harry, having had quite enough of his eardrums being screeched into, lifted his hand palm up and banished her back into the hallway. Shacklebolt caught her.

"Harry!" Dumbledore exclaimed.

"What? I think my ears are bleeding," Harry said, rubbing his ears and checking for signs of blood.

"You can't do magic outside of school, the Ministry will have been alerted by now."

Vernon gave what might have been a victorious whoop, but Harry ignored him, instead counting on his fingers

"Not really. 1) I didn't use a wand, and the Trace is placed on wands, so it doesn't affect wandless magic. 2) I've been shielded from the Trace since I got the Firebrand, thanks for not telling me that by the way. 3) I'm married, which means I'm emancipated under wizarding law, which means the Trace broke on Christmas anyway. So, zoik, but that shit ain't gonna work. Try again."

"Married…" Petunia whispered in anguish.

"Be that as it may, you still shouldn't be using magic, Harry," Dumbledore said sternly, "And you need to show respect to your elders."

"Maybe when my elders show me some respect, I'll give that a try," Harry said candidly. He had to resist the urge to fold his arms because that would cost him precious seconds when a fight broke out, and Harry was sure that one would.

"With that said Professor, I'd be awful grateful if you could tell me why Mrs Weasley thinks I've stolen her daughter, who just so happens to be my wife via Soulbond, so I couldn't steal her if I tried."

"I think Harry…" Harry's eye followed Dumbledore's hand inside his robes. The Firebrand was starting to prickle against his skin. Ginny had stopped her giggling in the back of his mind, letting him focus on the task at hand. Petunia and Vernon were looking between Harry, Dumbledore, Mrs Weasley, and pig Dudley, merely trying to follow the conversation. Harry almost felt sorry for them. Almost.

"… that you know exactly what Mrs Weasley is talking about." Moody was still laughing his pants off behind them and had made no move to go for his wand. Shacklebolt seemed incredibly confused but still had a hand on his wand. Harry wasn't worried about it. Harry knew that Dumbledore would have him disarmed, bound, and doing a tap-dance before the Auror could blink. What mattered was if the Firebrand had enhanced Harry enough to beat the Headmaster in a quick draw.

"I don't understand…"

"You see Harry. We've had quite a long night, you see. Been led on quite a merry chase if I do say so myself. And it all started here on Privet Drive…"

Ten Minutes earlier…

"We've got a problem!" Tonks yelled, running at full tilt into the kitchen of Grimmauld Place, where Remus Lupin, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Emmeline Vance, Hestia Jones, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Alastor Moody and Albus Dumbledore were having a meeting of the Order of the Phoenix.

Albus was immediately on edge, Tonks was supposed to be watching Harry right now.

"What's happened?"

"Dementors! In Little Whinging. Dung's been kissed. Looks like he was drinking, didn't stand a chance."

"What about Harry," Albus asked in alarm, he was already on his feet, as was the rest of the group.

"No change. He's still inside Number 4. He hasn't come out. Should be safe. But I don't know how many of the things there are, and I can't take them down by myself."

Albus, quickly forging a plan in his mind, turned back to the others. "Arthur, Hestia, Emmeline, head to Little Whinging immediately. Find the Dementors before they encounter anyone else. The rest of you with me, Mrs Potter should be able to tell us whether Harry is alright." Molly flinched at the words 'Mrs Potter' but said nothing as she followed him upstairs. He stopped at the youngest Weasley's room and knocked loudly.

"Mrs Potter. We must speak with you. It's urgent," he intoned. No response. He knocked again.

"Ginny's been ill. She might be asleep," Molly said tensely.

Albus tried the door. Locked. He pulled his wand and quickly unlocked it, before stepping inside. The room was crystal clean. No dust. No clothes on the floor. Nothing. The bed hadn't even been slept in. Albus, fighting down a mild sense of panic, turned back to Molly, who looked just as confused.

"It appears Mrs Potter hasn't been here in some time," he said softly.

"She could have gone to Hermione's room…" Molly tried, looking around frantically.

"This room hasn't been slept in or even used. So, the question is, where has the young Mrs Potter been sleeping?" Kingsley asked. Dumbledore noticed a look pass between Remus and Nymphadora.

"Anything you'd care to add?"

Remus bit his lip, "We might know where she's been sleeping."

Present Day

"Imagine my surprise to learn that you haven't been staying here at all, Harry. After you ensured me you understood the dangers." Dumbledore took a step forward, and Harry stepped back. He lowered his right hand towards his wand, but his left hand was subtly drawing the Aquilla rune. If he timed it right, he'd create just enough pandemonium to escape back to the Library of Worlds.

"Well shit," Harry muttered, realising there was no point in his charade at all. He should have stayed in the Library.

"Do not insult my intelligence, Harry. Smarter men have tried. I am seriously disappointed with you and your actions. I thought you were maturing. Evidently, I was wrong. You haven't stepped foot in this house for almost three years now. The Blood Wards have failed completely. There's no hope of resurrecting them. Why Harry? Why would you do this?"

Harry snapped. He completely forgot his plan, and the Gemini Rune went from humming in the background to blazing in fury. "Why would I do this!? Are you that fucking naïve?!" Harry turned on his heel and strode over to the Cupboard Under the Stairs. Knowing full well that it hadn't been touched, he wrenched the door open as the acrid smell that usually accompanied his skin melting from the Gemini Rune began to fill his nose.

"This was my bed for ten years! I was thrown in here, treated like garbage by my own family. Do you want to know how many times I tried to commit suicide between the age of five and eleven? Six times! Six fucking times! The first person to ever hug me was Hermione for crying out loud. I didn't know my own name until I started primary school. I didn't know my parents' names, let alone what they looked like, until Hagrid showed up on my doorstep. Come take a peek. I doubt they've cleaned it, so there's probably still urine in there from one of the times I was locked up for days on end. You want to know why I left? It was to escape the jail that you sentenced me too after I saved all of your fucking lives." The Firebrand was burning with power, glowing brightly as it shone out from beneath his skin. Harry's wand was in hand.

"And if this is the last time I'm going to be here in this forsaken place, I'm going to send it to hell." Harry, knowing he wasn't getting out of here conscious now, spun around and poured all his hate and rage at the Dursley's into a single spell. The heat of the rune reached a crescendo, and he screamed, "Confringo!"

The bolt of red energy soared up the stairs, where it collided with the door to the master bedroom. The wooden door. The blasting curse detonated, and the entire top story was alight in seconds.

Harry, using Dumbledore's shock against him, turned back to Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Waddles (aka porcine Dudley), and pulled his middle finger at them.

"That's for my Mum, you little shits." Harry was hit with a spell, and everything went dark.

Authors Note: It should be noted that the events depicted in the Captain Marvel (2019) movie take place at some point during the year 1995 and are canon within this universe, despite us not actually mentioning them.

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