Summary: After defeating Voldemort, Harry is offered a way out of the unwanted fame. In a world where Neville Longbottom is the Boy-Who-Lived, Voldemort focuses his forces in Europe; Harry arrives in Raccoon City America, under the name of James Evan Black; in honor of his late parents and godfather. Here, Harry is selected to join the S.T.A.R.S. by Captain Albert Wesker himself. Now, Harry finds himself trapped within a world that even Voldemort fears….

Key

“blah” denotes Harry’s mental thoughts

“pmyr” denotes Parseltongue

0545 hrs

A young man, barely twenty, sighs to himself, as he gazed out at the rubble of the once grand Spencer Mansion. The mansion; named after Oswald Spencer, was hidden deep within the forests of Raccoon City, somewhere near Victory Lake.

His hair; albeit short and shaggy, was a rich ebony black with natural dark red highlights, a heart shape face, creamy tan skin, a cute up-turned nose, full pouty lips, and long eyelashes framed almond shape emerald green gold eyes; which gave him an exotic look. Slashed over his right eye was a jagged lightning bolt. The young man wore a black spandex shirt, dark blue jeans that were semi-tight, black steel combat boots, a black leather jacket that appeared to have tiny scales engraved into the leather, and fingerless black leather gloves. Despite the fact that his shirt and pants were torn, you could clearly see unblemished skin underneath.

His name?

James Evan Black.

However, in another world and lifetime, James Black once went by the name of Harry James Potter, a very powerful wizard. On Halloween night in nineteen-eighty-one, his parents; James Trent Potter and Lilly Rose Evans nee Potter, were brutally murdered by the darkest of wizards known to the magical world. The Dark Lord Voldemort. It was after that faithful night, that Voldemort was rendered a helpless spirit for thirteen years, and he; i.e. James, a lightning bolt over his right eye, and sent to his maternal aunt; Petunia Marie Evans nee Dursley.

James really didn’t care very much for his muggle; non-magical, family. Petunia was a tall bony woman with graying dirty blond hair and hard blue eyes. His uncle; Vernon, was a very chubby man with curly blond hair and piggish blue-grey eyes; he even had a number of chins from being so fat! Now, James’ cousin; Dudley was a miniature version of his dad. Dudley was just as fat, and had piggish watery blue eyes. He was also quite mean and rather dumb.

Heh.

James sighed again as he recalled his two best friends from when he was younger; Ronald Billus Weasely and Hermione Anne Granger. Ronald or Ron as he preferred, was a tall and gangly boy with shocking red hair, pale skin with a splash of freckles across his face and dark blue eyes. While Hermione was a girl of average height with bushy brown hair, creamy skin and warm chocolate brown eyes. After James killed Voldemort for good; who by the way, had come back when James had been fourteen and had killed a student, and James felt he had no reason to stay in the magical world. Then, James had learned of a way to travel to other dimensions.

Sure, old Voldemort was still alive in this reality. But, that didn’t mean it was James’ responsibility, was it? So, the moment he had arrived to this new dimension, James’ had moved to Raccoon City, America and had chosen to join the RPCD academy. And get this; James’ had been surprised to learn that his counterpart had not been born in nineteen-eighty, but in nineteen-eighty-six.

Heh, who knew?

When James had joined the RPCD academy, he had passed all of their classes within two years and was top rookie. He figured out it had to be from his training against Voldemort. Shortly after passing his exams, a certain captain from S.T.A.R.S.; Special Tactics and Rescue Squad, had recruited him for the Alpha team.