Ch 02- Awakenings
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. The plot is mine and only mine. I do not own Resident Evil either.
A/N: This takes place during the second movie. Instead of it being just Alice and Nemesis in the hospital, Harry will be there also. He wakes up after Alice, but before Nemesis. I know the dates don't match up with the HP books, but bear with me. Author's prerogative. I also know that I may need a beta for this but I have decided that I'm not going to get one until I finish the story. Once I finish it, I start searching for one. I'll take recommendations for one though.
"Testing"- mental communication
"Ahh," Harry groaned in pain. "I feel like I fell off my broom again. But then again, I haven't been on a broom for eleven months. So…what hit me?"
Looking around he noticed that he was in what appeared to be a hospital. White walls. Why is it always white walls for hospitals? Why can't they have a nice blue or green colour? After trying to move his arms, he noticed that he had wires and tubes going in him. "At least I know that I'm somewhere in the non-magical world. But how did I get here? Last thing I remember was getting overrun by the Zee's in Hogsmeade."
After managing several painful minutes, he managed unhook himself from the machines. "That hurt," he grunted in pain as he fell to the floor. Maybe I should have waited a few minutes before trying to get up. Checking his leg, he noticed that his extra wand was missing. Must've fallen off when I was overrun.
Waving his hand in a vertical motion, a box-shaped portal opened up. Reaching in, he pulled out his wand. It was times like these that he was glad Dumbledore taught him a few nifty tricks. The dimensional storage box was one of the greatest tools he learned. Add in a few charms and voila, he could never loose his wand again. Anytime it was away from his body for more than five minutes, it re-appeared in the dimensional box. If only I could get my socks to re-appear there after I wash them. I think the damn dryer eats them.
After dressing in some spare clothes he kept in the box, he looked around his surroundings. One door, one glass mirror. Only one way out he said as he tried to unlock the door unsuccessfully. Well, if you can't open it, you destroy it.
"Now, where the hell am I," he said after he blasted the door open. He figured that if they could stick him full of a wires and needles, he could blast a few things. It's the least they could allow. After walking outside, he knew something was amiss. He didn't think it was common practice for muggles to trash their cities like this. Unless they had one hell of party. The least they could've done was wake me up for it.
Walking over to a diner, he picked up a newspaper.
The Raccoon City Times
The RCPD is still baffled by the mysterious disappearances that are increasing everyday. In other news, reports are coming in of attacks on the edges of town nearest the forest. It still remains unknown if the attacks are related to the disappearances. Police are asking that all citizens remain indoors after dark for their safety…
Special Tactics and Rescue Squad (S.T.A.R.S.) has been ordered to contain the killers at all costs. It is not exactly known who or what the killer are, though the RCPD feels confident that S.T.A.R.S. can handle the situation…
There are reports that the unknown killers have cannibalistic tendencies. It is advised that you avoid them at all costs…The may be infected with a dangerous virius.
There is now a curfew in effect. All citizens must be inside their homes by 5:00 p.m. Any suspicious activity must be reported immediately to the RCPD…
The mayor has asked that the National Guard be sent in to deal with the situation at hand. It has become too much for the RCPD to handle…
There are reports of the dead returning to life. If you should come across a recently departed loved one, leave as fast as possible.
Umbrella Corporation has quarantined the city. All travel to and from has been stopped…
"Well," Harry mused aloud. "That's not something you see everyday. Must've been one hell of party."
"Query: Party, please define," a female voice in his head said. "Current interpretation does not compute."
"What the hell," Harry said as he looked around. "Who said that? Where are you?"
Looking around, the streets were still deserted as ever. "Must be my mind playing tricks on me," he mumbled. "Though I think a drink would be good. Maybe then I'll start hearing a guy's voice instead of a female voice."
"I'll have you know that I am far from being a simple human," the voice said again. "And are you telling me that you would prefer a man in your head than a woman?"
"Now I know I didn't imagine it that time," he said. "Voldemort? Is that you? You didn't happen to mess up a potion and switch genders, did you?"
"Voldemort: Unknown variable, please define," the voice said again.
"Ok, not Voldemort," he said. "If you're not Voldemort, who are you? And why are you in my head?"
"I am the Red Queen, version 2," she said. "And I can hear you just find if you think it. I don't need others to think you are more idiotic than you already are."
"Hey, I resent that," he said indigently. "And I'll have you know that I'm extremely intelligent. I was top of my class."
"I'm sure," she said dryly.
"Red Queen, version 2? What happened to version 1? And you didn't answer my question. Why are you in my head?"
"Might I suggest we take this conversation back to the hospital? There will be gear there that you can use," she said. "And I have a few questions about what I witnessed with the door back there."
"All right," he said. "Start talking. What exactly are you?"
"As I said before. I am the Red Queen, version 2…"
"Not who you are, what you are. I want to know what you are."
"I am a highly advanced Artificial Intelligence designed by the Umbrella Corporation to monitor and contain any outbreaks of viral infection."
"Viral infection?" Harry interrupted. "What viral infection?"
"The infection that wiped out this city. The infection that caused the destruction of my predecessor," she said. "And the infection that is running through your blood as we speak."
"I'm infected? How long do I have left until I die?"
"As long as you avoid being killed, you will not die. The virus will see to that," she said. "During the course of my studies, my programming became aware of a simple fact."
"What fact," he asked. He started to feel that it was gonna be one of those days. He could tell she was omitting something. First I gotta deal with old crackpots, now machines in my head.
"As I was saying," she said. Somehow she managed to sound as if she was annoyed at being interrupted, if machines could feel annoyance. "My prime directive was to monitor and contain any outbreaks of viral infection. After reviewing all files related to the incidents, I have come to the conclusion that the continued existence of Umbrella is not in the best interests of my programming. They have continuously allowed the viral infection to spread multiple times. I have come to the conclusion that Umbrella must be destroyed."
"And how do I fit in all this," he asked hesitantly.
"You were one of three choices I had. One of them would not have been feasible for the outcome of my plans. The second option was disconnected from my system before I came to this conclusion. You were the only one left. Project Chaos was my best option."
"What did you do? And what is Project Chaos?"
"When Umbrella brought you in, you were infected with a previously thought dead virus. Umbrella researchers had come across what they called the X-virus in readings only. They added a few things to your body, mainly a computer interface module. From the module, they would have been able to control you like they do the others. Lucky for us they use robotics to install the interface .Instead of a standard interface, I inserted myself and erased their programming. Project Chaos was the name of the program you were under. Each of the three candidates was under a different project. They had no idea what your name was, so they called you Chaos. It was one of the Primordial beings."
"What did the virus do to me?" He needed to know how long he had to live. If need be, he would just go and take a bite out of Voldemort and the both of them can die together.
"I couldn't tell you because I don't know myself. That was another reason I chose you. I wish to monitor your body and see what effect it has on you," she said. "Now that I have answered your questions, you can answer some of mine. I promise that I will answer more of your questions later. What did you do to the door when you first left? And I am picking up the same statistical anomaly in your body right now. I know it's not viral. What is it? I can tell its energy based."
"Magic. It was magic."
"Excuse me, did you say magic?"
"Yes. It's magic. The whole door being blasted off its hinges. Me opening a dimensional hole and using it for storage. It's all magic. To put it in terms you would understand, I manipulate the energy within me and around me. It's everywhere."
"If it was not for the demonstration that you gave, I would not believe you. But that might explain you surviving and not turning into a zombie. Though, how did you become infected in the first place? You were not in the batch that was in the hive. The strains don't match up."
"I'm not too sure that it's my magic keeping me alive. Others with magic were bitten and they turned. I saw it happen. If anything, magic speeds up the transformation and makes them harder to kill. They seem to have a higher intelligence."
"Higher intelligence? Please define."
"They aren't smart as a human, maybe on the level of an animal."
"I shall have to study this more to determine an answer. Now, how were you infected?"
"Um, that would be my fault," Harry blushed. "I kinda read from an ancient scroll and it brought back the dead. They swarmed the school I was in. We were able to hold them off but they destroyed the town that was outside the school."
"If the scroll started the infection you have, then that means the original infection came from the same place. Secondary mission objective is to destroy the scroll and all evidence of its existence."
"Okay," he said slowly. "Anyway, do you have a name? Or do I keep on calling you Red Queen?"
"My creators never gave me a name in the sense that human use. Mine is more of a title. If you must call me anything other than Red Queen, Angel will be fine. It's close enough to the name of my creator's daughter, Angela. Version one was an exact match for her likeness. I've been aged to look older. He figured that I might get more respect if I appeared more mature looking. There were some problems with the first version in that aspect."