Voldemort turned from his slaves (as he thought of them) and gave the boy attached to the statue a disdainful glare.

"So, this is the boy that supposedly has a power to vanquish me." He stepped forward. "Any last words, boy? Before I send you to join your parents?"

"..." Harry mumbled.

Voldemort frowned. "He doesn't seem to be much of a hero. No bold defiance. No witty remarks." Voldemort laughed, prompting his followers to laugh with him.

"Your mother's protection is gone boy. But sure you've been taught to speak clearly to your elders. What do you have to say, boy?"

"...ter."

"If you're going to defy me, you should do it clearly. At this rate, you won't be able to cast a simple spell." Voldemort stepped forward and grabbed Harry's chin, lifting his head to meet the boy's eyes.

What he saw nearly made him recoil.

Harry was grinning. A sort of inhuman grin that seemed to stretch his mouth far too wide. His bright green eyes glittered. Not the friendly twinkle of Dumbledor, but a strange chilling glitter of warped humor.

"Speak clearly boy," Voldemort ordered. If there was a bit of a quiver in his voice, none of his minions chose to comment.

Harry grinned wider and giggled.

"For the third time, I said Hastur."

Voldemort jerked back in startlement. He recovered quickly.

"You think some muggle fairy story will frighten me, boy? You think saying that name will summon some strange eldritch being?" He gestured around. "You see. Nothing has come."

Harry's giggling became a bit more manic. "Of course, He-Who-Really-Must-Not-Be-Named didn't just come. But I'm sure the King in Yellow is a bit tired of you trying to take his title."

Voldemort glared.

"Besides, He was already here."

Voldemort raised his wand, to put the delusional boy out of his misery. The sudden screams and pops behind him interrupted and he spun.

"Who dare..."

Amelia Bones bounced off the door to the monitoring room as she rounded the corner. Every alarm, gong, bell, and other form of alert was ringing through out the building.

The center was filled with chaos. Unspeakables were running around with no apparent purpose. The people who were supposed to be watching the alerts were on the floor praying, or stunned. Half a dozen people were shouting contradictory orders that no one was following.

"What the blazes is going on?"

A rookie Auror with bright pink hair was standing close by.

"I'm not entirely sure, Director. Some one said something about a Class Ten magical backlash. Some one else mentioned a rupture in the Magical Event Horizon. All Oblivators have been recalled to head out and help contain whatever happened. Assuming some one can find a large enough group to actually contain it. Some place called 'Little Hangleton' has apparently ceased to exist. Or is in three different places at once, depending on which Unspeakable you ask. Over all it seems to be a major cluster..."

She trailed off as all the alarms fell silent and her last sentence echoed through out the room. Her hair turned as red as her face. Amelia patted her arm.

"Let's get to the bottom of this, people."

10 years later...

Luna Lovegood drifted up the path to the front door of the house. It swung open as she approached and a man barreled out to crash into her. As she expected, their mouths met on the way to the ground. She didn't expect him to catch her, replacing a painful bruise with a pleasant grope of her bum.

"Hello, Harry Potter."

The man who had been Harry Potter raised an eyebrow.

"Hello, Luna Lovegood. Have we met before?"

Luna smiled. "I'm sure the nargles told you who I was. And I think this would be a much more pleasant conversation inside with less clothes between us."

Harry nodded as he carried the girl back into the house. "Plant matter inhibits proper communication. Especially when mixed with artificial fibers."

Several hours later, Harry lay on his side with Luna cuddled in his arms. Their marathon Firefly binge was over.

"By the way," he asked. "Who is this Harry Potter? And why does the name sound so familiar?"

End...