Harry Potter in Mars
Harry has defeated the dark lord and is very bored. So he builds a space ship and journeys to Mars where there is another hidden civilization of magic. Crazy!fic
PROLOGUE
"Avada Kedavra," Harry incanted, waving his golden holly wand at Voldemort's prone form. Voldemort was unconcious and suffering from many wounds. Harry had killed him with ease, well almost. Those years of training where he journeyed around the world and fought of hitmen and dark wizards almost daily were very tough.
But now as the green light hit Voldemort, Voldemort's life faded away. He was finally dead. Around him there were many dead bodies, mostly death eaters and some aurors in red robes. They were at Hogwarts; the sky was crimson red, and the air smelt of sulphur and fire. The Great Forbidden Forest was burnt out, now all that existed was twisted black stalks and dead creatures of many varieties, where once there had been a magnificent habitat of plants and animals.
Voldemort was responsible, now he was dead. There was a lot of work to be done; the wizarding world was broken down and run rattered. Now the even harder work lay ahead: rebuilding Britain back into a glorious civilization where everyone was free and the government was not bigoted and unfair.
It would take a lot of work; someone of Harry's caliber perhaps. Or perhaps not.
Harry was tired of his life, he had worked so hard, now he wanted peace.
"Come on, Harry, let's go back to the base." Ron said to him, grabbing him on the shoulder.
Harry shook his head,"I need to think, Ron. I'll... Its all over now. I don't know what to do anymore. I need to think."
Ron hesitated. Then he said, "Okay mate. I understand." He was a bit uncertain but he left.
Hermoine was pregnant (Ron was the father) and wasn't at the final battle. That was okay. Harry could handle it on his own.
He walked away to the dock on the lake of Hogwarts. The water was green colored, just like his eyes and made slow ripples as he walked on the water.
Walking, walking, walking. He was the walking dude. Harry smiled to himself, an inside joke, only privy to his mind.
Walk, walk, walk, over death, under death, walk walk walk, over pain, under pain, walk walk walk, over happiness, under happiness... just keep on walkin'
Harry hummed this to himself. It was a popular song on the radio he had heard on in the army truck that Ron,Hermoine and himself had stolen so long ago. The song resonated deep within him - it told of his life. How he kept on walking... Over dursleys, under dursleys, over hogwarts, under hogwarts, over death, under death.
And there had been a lot of death; Sirius had died, Snape had redeemed himself in the end and had died, Dumbledore had died, thousands of aurors had died, almost all the members of the order of the phoenix, Minerva McGonnagal (she choked on a lemon drop, believe it or not), Flitwick had died duelling Voldemort himself.He had almost won too, but Peter Petigrew dropped the killing curse at his back. That was a long time ago.
Now Harry was thirty, the big three zero. He had nothing to do except to keep on walking.
He reached London at dawn, and went to the apartment building on 789 Cantin St. On the 21st floor, apartment number 34, was where he kept all his most prized possessions.
And so Harry became a recluse, never heard from in the wizarding world and rarely seen by his friends.
This lasted for about 40 years, until Harry had reached the big seven zero.
That was when he got the crazy idea to build a space ship to reach Mars. . . and that single idea changed mankind forever.
He was at the coffee shop, the dark one that always smelt of sawdust and fried eggs, always filled with people. He could dissapear in a crowd of people and people made him feel comfortable, safe. And not lonely. Here, where he was seated in the corner by the stacks of magazines, he could watch everyone. The young ones who came in here for a bite to eat and a hot cup of joe were usually college students; the old ones like him were the ones who stayed for the afternoon relaxing with a couple buddies.
Then there was Harry Potter, seventy years old, looking not a day older than thirty. He had travelled the world numerous times after his retirement - after killing voldemort - and had seen a lot. Now he was bored. So he watched people come and go.
He looked for something to do, he alwas did when he was drinking coffee, and instead of twidling his thumbs like he usually did he decided to read a magazine. Reading wasn't something he usually did, prefering to live instead of dream, but right now he felt like reading.
He picked up the first magazine on a stack of magazines, and looked at the title: Astronomy Secrets. 'Ok, this will work,' he decided and flipped through it. He came onto an interesting article:
THERE MAY BE LIFE ON MARS!
By: Billy Lovegood
Yes, researchers at the Harvard Lab in Georgia have found proof that there is life on mars: little pulses, radio waves of sorts have been coming from there on and off. There is no other explanable reason for it other than there may be life on mars. This is an astounding discovery-
harry put the magazine down, in shock. Life on Mars?
he had been everywhere on Earth, nothing was left for him to do. But Mars...? The possibilities ticked in his head like a bouncy ball. He could go there! He could see for himself! There may be lots of cool things to do on the planet of mars! He had to go!
Harry has defeated the dark lord and is very bored. So he builds a space ship and journeys to Mars where there is another hidden civilization of magic. Crazy!fic
PROLOGUE
"Avada Kedavra," Harry incanted, waving his golden holly wand at Voldemort's prone form. Voldemort was unconcious and suffering from many wounds. Harry had killed him with ease, well almost. Those years of training where he journeyed around the world and fought of hitmen and dark wizards almost daily were very tough.
But now as the green light hit Voldemort, Voldemort's life faded away. He was finally dead. Around him there were many dead bodies, mostly death eaters and some aurors in red robes. They were at Hogwarts; the sky was crimson red, and the air smelt of sulphur and fire. The Great Forbidden Forest was burnt out, now all that existed was twisted black stalks and dead creatures of many varieties, where once there had been a magnificent habitat of plants and animals.
Voldemort was responsible, now he was dead. There was a lot of work to be done; the wizarding world was broken down and run rattered. Now the even harder work lay ahead: rebuilding Britain back into a glorious civilization where everyone was free and the government was not bigoted and unfair.
It would take a lot of work; someone of Harry's caliber perhaps. Or perhaps not.
Harry was tired of his life, he had worked so hard, now he wanted peace.
"Come on, Harry, let's go back to the base." Ron said to him, grabbing him on the shoulder.
Harry shook his head,"I need to think, Ron. I'll... Its all over now. I don't know what to do anymore. I need to think."
Ron hesitated. Then he said, "Okay mate. I understand." He was a bit uncertain but he left.
Hermoine was pregnant (Ron was the father) and wasn't at the final battle. That was okay. Harry could handle it on his own.
He walked away to the dock on the lake of Hogwarts. The water was green colored, just like his eyes and made slow ripples as he walked on the water.
Walking, walking, walking. He was the walking dude. Harry smiled to himself, an inside joke, only privy to his mind.
Walk, walk, walk, over death, under death, walk walk walk, over pain, under pain, walk walk walk, over happiness, under happiness... just keep on walkin'
Harry hummed this to himself. It was a popular song on the radio he had heard on in the army truck that Ron,Hermoine and himself had stolen so long ago. The song resonated deep within him - it told of his life. How he kept on walking... Over dursleys, under dursleys, over hogwarts, under hogwarts, over death, under death.
And there had been a lot of death; Sirius had died, Snape had redeemed himself in the end and had died, Dumbledore had died, thousands of aurors had died, almost all the members of the order of the phoenix, Minerva McGonnagal (she choked on a lemon drop, believe it or not), Flitwick had died duelling Voldemort himself.He had almost won too, but Peter Petigrew dropped the killing curse at his back. That was a long time ago.
Now Harry was thirty, the big three zero. He had nothing to do except to keep on walking.
He reached London at dawn, and went to the apartment building on 789 Cantin St. On the 21st floor, apartment number 34, was where he kept all his most prized possessions.
And so Harry became a recluse, never heard from in the wizarding world and rarely seen by his friends.
This lasted for about 40 years, until Harry had reached the big seven zero.
That was when he got the crazy idea to build a space ship to reach Mars. . . and that single idea changed mankind forever.
He was at the coffee shop, the dark one that always smelt of sawdust and fried eggs, always filled with people. He could dissapear in a crowd of people and people made him feel comfortable, safe. And not lonely. Here, where he was seated in the corner by the stacks of magazines, he could watch everyone. The young ones who came in here for a bite to eat and a hot cup of joe were usually college students; the old ones like him were the ones who stayed for the afternoon relaxing with a couple buddies.
Then there was Harry Potter, seventy years old, looking not a day older than thirty. He had travelled the world numerous times after his retirement - after killing voldemort - and had seen a lot. Now he was bored. So he watched people come and go.
He looked for something to do, he alwas did when he was drinking coffee, and instead of twidling his thumbs like he usually did he decided to read a magazine. Reading wasn't something he usually did, prefering to live instead of dream, but right now he felt like reading.
He picked up the first magazine on a stack of magazines, and looked at the title: Astronomy Secrets. 'Ok, this will work,' he decided and flipped through it. He came onto an interesting article:
THERE MAY BE LIFE ON MARS!
By: Billy Lovegood
Yes, researchers at the Harvard Lab in Georgia have found proof that there is life on mars: little pulses, radio waves of sorts have been coming from there on and off. There is no other explanable reason for it other than there may be life on mars. This is an astounding discovery-
harry put the magazine down, in shock. Life on Mars?
he had been everywhere on Earth, nothing was left for him to do. But Mars...? The possibilities ticked in his head like a bouncy ball. He could go there! He could see for himself! There may be lots of cool things to do on the planet of mars! He had to go!
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