Author: ImmortalDragon2 PM
The muggle world is on tenterhooks, tension is mounting as two superpowers stockpile nuclear warheads and war is on the horizon, All it took was one idiot, one idiot with a wand and a really stupid idea. Rated 'T'. See inside for full summary. OneShotRated: Fiction T - English - Sci-Fi/Horror - Harry P. - Words: 1,216 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 1 - Published: 01-30-12 - Status: Complete - id: 7790385
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Full Summary: The muggle world is on tenterhooks, tension is mounting as two superpowers stockpile nuclear warheads and war is on the horizon, All it took was one idiot, one idiot with a wand and a really stupid idea, and the world descended into total global thermonuclear warfare. Nation attacked nation, friend became enemy, and in the heat of battle billions lost their lives. Humanity is but a shell of its former self, its cities lie dormant and vacant and its poeple now sporting genetic mutations as the remains of the people deal with the aftermath of the initial explosion. It is to this world a young Harry Potter is raised.
Rated 'T' for Post-war Apocalypse.
To me, the modern world or what's left of it, is just a burnt out husk, a shell that contains the dregs of humanity, those fortunate or lucky enough to survive the war. Cities now lay dormant, vacant; shops now derelict and run-down, and what's left of society huddles in communal groups not unlike our earliest ancestors, the Neanderthals.
Not all of us are entirely human though, but then extreme radiation would do that, force evolutionary traits to survive in such hostile conditions as these. The world has long since descended into anarchy, to get what you want in this world, you've got to be prepared to fight for it, sometimes to the death; it is to this world that I grew up in.
Perhaps things would be clearer if I explained, though I imagine after countless years of this story being passed by word of mouth, I'm sure that it's not entirely accurate. My name is, or rather was Harry Potter, since names are of no real value anymore, nobody cares, they just live to survive now.
I was born to Lily and James Potter, of Godric's Hollow, Wales, on the 31st July 1980, but I didn't stay there very long, an evil wizard by the name of Lord Voldemort, bent on world domination came into our house during Halloween of 1981, after a traitor told him our whereabouts, and murdered both my parents to get to me. He then aimed his wand at me and cast the spell for the third time, his intention, to stop a prophecy being fulfilled, not that he'd be aware of the events that were about to unfold.
The two powerful words were uttered in malice and hatred "Avada Kedavra"; then in a flash of green light, it was not I who was dead, but him. To this day I still don't know why he failed and the reason probably went to the grave with him.
It was after this that I was placed with my magic-hating muggle relatives, who placed me in a cupboard under the stairs for many nights, normally without food or water, the cupboard, which I later found out was partially lead-lined, would play an intimate role in the near future, a role that would quintessentially save my life.
Meanwhile, in the muggle world, that is, the non-magical people, tensions grew between two rival nations; the USA, or the United States of America, a parliamentary democracy with a gung-ho attitude, and the USSR or the United Soviet States of Russia ,a fascist dictatorship.
I won't go into the details of my life, because that's not the focus of the story, but I need to let it known that, yes I was abused, badly and often by my own relatives. The day that everything changed was my birthday in the year 1984, I was four years old.
That year, tensions between the USA and the USSR reached a new high-point, one which hadn't been seen since 1953, and both countries openly amassed stockpiles of nuclear warheads, poised to attack each other at any moment, all it took was one idiotic wizard by the name of Igor Karakoff from Durmstrang, who wanted to redeem himself in Lord Voldemort's eyes, and a very idiotic plan.
On my birthday he somehow managed to worm his way into the Russian missile control, and with his magic, he hacked into the computers and launched the missiles, in fact, he was so caught up in wanting to make a big display with what he thought were firework rockets, that he hardly noticed the target co-ordinates he punched in, the first being Privet Drive, Surrey, my home, the second being London proper, the third being Hogwarts castle and the rest were sent to America.
Albert Einstein was once quoted saying "Had I known my thesis would be used to create such devastating weapons of war, I would never have bothered to publish it at all" and you know what, he was right, in the end one idiot, a wand and an idea and thus began the largest military conflict in the history of mankind, many millions died in the initial explosions that night, and many more later due to radiation poisoning; not to mention the billions that died due to the resultant global thermonuclear war.
The first thing I was aware of, was a bright light, it was so bright that I dared not look at it and hid, fearing that I was about to die, I called instinctively on my magic to protect me, which I'm happy to say she did with great aplomb; Then came a wave of heat, so hot it melted the lead lining of my cupboard, exposing me to the second from last and final elements of a Nuclear blast; the shockwave and the fallout.
When my magic gave out, and retreated back inside my body, a huge mushroom-shaped cloud was looming near me, hot and yellow; spiralling upward into the atmosphere and another further in the distance, near what I now know as what was London. All the houses in the area were wiped out, any unsuspecting civilian was burned to a cinder and then blown to pieces with the resulting shockwave, which threw me clear from the ruins of my house and away from the cloud.
I now found myself alive for the moment, staring in an eerily empty road, staring at husks of buildings people, not that I really understood all of it, being four, I imagine it must have been to my mind that I was now in Hell, a place my relatives told me I'd end up visiting when I died; was it any wonder when I then bawled my eyes out and begged any deity I could to protect me?
Author's Note: I must apologise for this... here everyone is waiting for either "Evolution" or "Lugian Potter", and I come out with this? Fear not! I'm just in a rough patch at the moment with University life and I find that I cannot focus on those right now. This is and will remian a OneShot, anyone who wants to use it should ask me before they do so, and again, I am extremely sorry for making all of you wait so long.