RESHAPING DESTINY I:
Harry Potter
Aura Thundera deonii@yahoo.com


Disclaimer & Notes:
None of these characters belong to me.  They all belong either to George Lucas or J.K. Rowling.  I am not making any profit from this, in the monetary sense.  Of course, all fanfic authors profit spiritually if their readers like their work.  And maybe, I intend to make you think.  And that is profit enough for me.

  It's a responsibility to preserve and protect the cultural influences that have shaped us all, and to respond to the threats that life throws at them.  If we forget the things that make us who we are, we become someone else.  And to change society, one must change those influences.  In these tales Aura sets out to shape the culture of her own pocket universe.  These stories tell the tales of the trials she has held for the characters whom she feels have been bad influences upon culture.

This story spellchecked under UK English for the authentic Harry Potter feel.


    Bang.

    "Go 'way.  It's Christmas holiday," Ron said, pulling his pillow over his head.  Someone was pounding on the dormitory door.

    Bang.  Bang.

    "Get up and get that, Ron," Harry Potter groaned.  "It's too early to be ignoring someone who wants to bust down the door.  It's probably Hermione."

    Bang!

    "Get it yourself," Ron Weasley mumbled back.

    WHAM!

    The door fell inward, knocked completely off its hinges.

    "Maybe I should have opened it," Ron muttered.

    Both wizards in training stopped dead when they saw what had broken down their door.  It was obviously a female of whatever species she was.  She had wild red-orange hair speckled with leopard spots.  Her face was humanlike, a pale cream colour, but her orange eyes had slitted cat pupils.  Her long arms and legs were a pale orange and ornamented with the same black spots.

    The startling part about the cat-woman was that she had orange, furry bat wings trailing from her shoulders and a long tail with a tuft at the tip.  Her fingers and toes bore long claws.  Her clothes, though, startled Harry and Ron.  Her body was covered by some skin-tight, glossy black stuff, but her arms and legs were bare except for ornate silver armour plates on her shoulders, forearms and lower legs.  A mysterious object resembling a sword handle hung from her belt.

    "My name is Aura Thundera.  I have the power to travel between dimensions by the power of the Fan Fiction Author," the cat-woman said.  "For your information, I am a Master of your magic and a still greater power called The Force.  And my power as a fanfiction writer makes you unable to do anything other than what I want you to.  So you'll not think of rebellion unless you enjoy pain."

    "All right, O Mighty One, what do you want?" Ron asked sarcastically.

    "You're going to have a meeting with someone who has a vested interest in your existence.  Your existence, Potter, not Weasley's," Aura said.  "I'm going to take you both though.  You'll be going to my domain."

    "My life is rotten,"  Harry said to Ron as the Gryffindor dormitory swirled around them and melted away.  "I'm just a villain magnet.  At least my scar will protect me from any really bad magic she does."

    "And don't get too confident about that scar of yours,"  Aura said, and made a twist-and-pull motion with her hand.  "The power of the Fanfic Author puts me outside even the protective power of your mother's love."

    "Harry?" Ron said nervously, pointing at Harry's face.  "Your scar is gone!  She took your scar!"

    Harry clapped his hand to his forehead.  Always before, he could feel the ridge of the lightning bolt scar.  Now his forehead was completely smooth.

    The melting look of their surroundings vanished, and abruptly they were in a large room.  It had neither doors nor windows, and the walls and ceiling were completely black.  The floor was hardwood covered by some shaggy blue rugs and the ceiling was covered with stars that glowed a bright greeny-yellow colour.

    (Okay, reader; I'll describe it in terms you'll understand.  After all, it is my room.  The ceiling's got glow in the dark stars all over it.  I've got all kinds of furniture, from a chest that holds my stereo to my computer desk.  I've also got a big black stone throne and Morticia Adams' big wicker chair.  Oh, and a fair number of Star Wars posters featuring Luke.  And a cardboard stand-up of Luke too.)

    Harry looked around the room.  Someone else was waiting on the far side of the room.  Two someones.  They were young men, just a few years older than Harry and Ron, who were both thirteen.  Both were slim but muscular and clothed in slightly ragged clothes.  The dark-haired one wore a tan jacket over a black sleeveless top.  The fairhair wore all tight black except for a long brown vestlike garment.

    "He doesn't look like you," Wedge whispered to Luke.

    The paler man-Luke Skywalker-replied with a sigh.  "Aura warned me that he wouldn't."  He slammed his fist into the wall.  "Damn that Emperor...he sold my genes on that other world for money.  And they mixed ... me with themselves to make that ... abomination."

    "Okay," Aura said.  "Luke, Wedge, this is Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.  Harry, Ron, this is Luke Skywalker and Wedge Antilles."

    "Luke Skywalker and Wedge Antilles like in Star Wars?" Ron burst out.  "That's just a movie.  Not bad for a Muggle product, but it's still just a movie."

    "Just a movie?"  Wedge burst out.  "Every one of those battles was real to us!  We're just in a different plane of existence from you, that's all."

    Aura raised a paw.  "I did not bring you here to debate reality.  Where I come from, both of you are fictional creations and neither the Force nor Magic can be used.  The point is something very important to both Master Skywalker and young Mister Potter."

    Luke shifted nervously.

    "It has come to my attention that the two of you seem to have inordinately similar lives," Aura said.  "And the reason behind that is an extremely unethical use of technology.

    "Harry Potter, your parents were infertile.  They could have no children of their own, and they feared Voldemort would kill one if they did.  One day a wizened old man appeared at their door, telling them of a miraculous technology that could give them a child.

    "They expressed their fear that a wizard might kill them and their child.  The old man offered them the genes of another person who had a power like magic, but one that no magic could destroy.  Naturally, they leaped at the chance.

    "The old man was the Dark Jedi Emperor Palpatine.  And he took Luke Skywalker's DNA from his severed hand, spliced on a mix of James and Lily Potter's looks, and grew a clone.  He gave the baby to Lily and James, and they thanked him.  But you, Harry, were born in a Spaarti cylinder in Mount Tantiss, intended only to cause pain." Aura finished her lengthy tale.

    "You bastard!" Wedge snarled.  "You're an abomination, a perversion of my friend's Jedi powers."

    Harry drew back in fear.

    "The question that remains is how should Luke be repaid for this rape of the most basic essence of physical self," Aura said.  "Your parents are dead, Potter, but they were greedy, wanting powers beyond the lot of humanity in their plane.  You are their heir.  You will make the repayment."

    Luke flopped in the chair.  "Jedi do not believe in revenge," he said weakly.  "But this...this is not revenge.  It's cleansing.  Splicing like that, selling Jedi powers, is a perversion of all that the Force stands for."

    Harry drew back.  "I, I have a right to live too," he stammered out.  "I can do great things, I defeated Voldemort!"

    Aura glared at him.  "The Force, Luke's power, defeated Voldemort.  That is the base of this whole debate.  You are Luke, his stolen cells.  It is his right to determine whether or not you should be allowed to live."

    "Convince me why I should let you live," Luke said, glaring at Potter.

    "Oh, Luke, let's just kill the fucking little pervert and be done with it," Wedge grumbled.  "I'm hungry, and Thundera dragged us off the base right before dinner."

    "I...uh...I do good deeds!"  Harry said.  "I help little kids read, because they like me."

    "Why are you wasting your time listening to this?"  Wedge grumbled.  "Look, he even fucks it up when he tries to defend himself."

    Luke shrugged.  "I guess you're right.  Now the question is, how do we dispose of him?"

    Wedge thought for a moment.  "Princess Leia described how she saw Vader crack Captain Antilles' neck with the Force when her Corvette was captured over Tatooine.  Can you do that?"

    Luke shook his head.  "Nope.  I guess my lightsaber will have to cut it."

    "Stuff the puns, Skywalker," Wedge grumbled.  "The faster you get this done, the sooner I can get my bantha burger, and the sooner we can go to the party with the rest of the Rogues."

    Aura snorted and removed the rug from beneath Harry and Ron.  Harry began to panic.

    "How can you do this?" Harry shouted.

    "Because I want to.  Because you're a slimy little prick who's been a bloody pain in my ass.  Because I hate you for little scuttling reasons of my own," Aura snarled.  "Take your pick.  And do try not to bleed on the carpets I haven't picked up."

    Luke raised his lightsaber.  The crystal-blue blade shot out of the silvery hilt, and the energy blade's hum cut the silent air.  Neither skin nor bone or cartilage even slowed the elegant weapon's arc.

    Aura watched from her thronelike wicker chair as the body disappeared.   She snapped her fingers, and the three remaining characters vanished.  Oh, she knew Potter would return.  Again, and again, and again, ad nauseam.  But she did not care.  For the time being, for one parallel universe, and for her satisfaction, Potter was dead.

    She picked up the parchment scroll lying by her chair and the quill, and crossed Potter's name off the list.  She traced her finger down to the next name, the next to go in her fanfiction universe.  Her universe,  where characters exist only to please her.

    "Jack and Rose, your cruise on the Big Gay Boat is about to come to a bloody end instead of a cold one..." Aura growled.

    "...because you're NEXT!"

Tune in again for the next installment in Reshaping Destiny: Titanic!