Wizard on the Sea of Time

Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling
Island on the Sea of Time is owned by SM Stirling
Slytherin Rising was created by J.L. Matthews

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~Master should I bite him?~ asked Sssaska

~No. Be cool. I can apparate away at any time~ replied Harry to his left bracelet as he cast disillusionment charm on his wand and sheathed it. \"Is there a problem officer?\"

\"Drop the bag and put your hands up!\" yelled the guard as he drew his gun and pointed it at Harry.

Harry complied and said: \"Okay, okay. As I said, I don\'t want any trouble.

\"Good work Joe. You\'ve nabbed one of Walker\'s spies,\" said the bank manager.

\"I assure you I am no such thing. I don\'t even know who Walker is,\" explained Harry.

\"Ayup. Tell it to the cops when they get here\" said the bank Manager. \"\'til then, why don\'t you have a seat over there?\"


It was about five minutes before the police arrived. They handcuffed him and took him outside to the paddy wagon. It was not what Harry had been expecting. Before him was a cage on a horse-drawn wagon like he had seen in westerns or \"Planet of the Apes\" movies. Harry looked towards the restaurant and shook his head, No, in the hopes that his wife would take the hint and not try to rescue him. A glare on the window prevented him from seeing into the restaurant to see if Luella and the kids were there.

As he rode through the town, he realized that his first impression of the island had been incorrect. Much of what he saw looked more like the 19th century than the 20th. Harry realized that the people who he had seen at the outdoor town meeting dressed in 20th century clothes were the exception, not the rule. Apparently, 20th century street wear was considered formal attire here. Most people wore bib overalls as work clothes. This, of course was not counting the people in Fiernan or Sun People or Indian attire. The police station, like most of the buildings, looked as if it were built in the 18th or 19th century, renovated to 20th century standards, then re-renovated to 19th century technology. Still, the interrogation room, complete with two-way mirror, looked like most of the ones he had seen on police shows on the telly as a kid.



\"Okay, let\'s start over,\" said Officer Aedan McLeod. \"Name?\"

\"Harry Potter.\"

\"How long have you been here?\"

\"About half a day.\"

\"How did you get here?\"

\"You brought me in a wagon.\"

\"No! No! What ship did you come on?\"

\"I didn\'t come on a ship.\"

\"Then how did you get here? You certainly didn\'t walk!\"

\"I told you. I apparated!\"

\"You most certainly did not evaporate here! Now tell me how you got here!\"

\"Perhaps I should give it a try,\" said the other police officer.

Aedan McLeod\'s appearance and name made it obvious to Harry that he was one of the Sun People of Southeastern Britain. But his accent was almost absent. He had apparently been amongst these yanks for a long time. Officer Martha Adam\'s appearance was quite different. Her accent and manor was pure American. Although her name had English origins, her raven-black hair and brown eyes showed the influence of her Italian and Greek ancestors. She made quite a contrast to the blonde hair and blue eyes of McLeod. The two of them were trying to play good cop-bad cop with Harry and he wasn\'t falling for it. Harry had decided that the best policy would to be to be entirely forthcoming about who and what he was. There was no longer any Ministry of Magic to cover up the existence of wizard-kind. Harry was free to reveal all. Unfortunately, they didn\'t believe the truth.

\"There\'s no point in denying that you are one of Walker\'s men\" she began. \"We have records of any limeys on the island. The only way you could be here in this time period, is if you left the island with him, eleven years ago. Still, it\'s strange that we haven\'t heard mention of you before. . . What has he had you working on all these years?\"

\"What do you mean by \"this time period?\"\" asked Harry.

\"You know . . . the Event that swept us back in time,\" replied Adams.

\". . .Wait a minute . . . Are you saying that we\'re on Earth!\" asked Harry.

\"Of course we are. Where did you think we are?\" said Adams.

\"On a parallel world, like on Star Trek\" said Harry.

Both the cops broke into chuckles.

\"That\'s the most ridiculous thing I\'ve ever heard!\" said McLeod. \"And how do you think we got here?\"

\"An evil wizard cast a spell over this island,\" said Harry. \"I was flying over the island on my broom and fell into the effects of the spell. So now, I\'m here.\"

Adams decided to change tacts. She held out one of Harry\'s galleons.

\"Where did you get this?\" she asked.

\"Gringott\'s Wizarding bank\" said Harry.

\"Well the inscription is in English. Who\'s picture is this?\"

\"The Queen!\"

\"Which queen? Queen Alice Hong, perhaps?\"

\"No! Elizabeth!\" shouted Harry.

Adams took another look at the gold coin. She had seen enough Canadian money to recognize that face, now that it had been pointed out to her.

\"Son-of-a-bitch! He\'s right!\" said Adams as she showed the coin to McLeod.


Just then, the door burst from its hinges as it was blasted open. Luella entered, covered from head to toe with snakes. She wasn\'t wearing anything else, but she was covered from head to as if she were wearing a wet suit. They were coiled around her arms and legs, the formed spirals on her breasts, they were wrapped around her neck and waist, and they were in her hair. She was exuding such a strong glamour in waves of frightfulness that Harry felt that it was almost like facing a dementor! She pointed her wand at the police as she shouted:

\"Get your hands off of my husband!\"