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"Talking"

Thinking

"Alien Language" / Emphasized Word

'Diary Narration'

Chapter One: I'm...what now?

It had been a while since he last saw any form of civilization, as he had just drifted about in his ship. It was best this way, as he was still processing all the information he had gathered about the death of his race, and still he wrote about them, so they were remembered forever, immortalized in his words. He had become something of an enthusiast for these things, researching about a topic and cataloguing his discoveries in parchment. He looked down to what he had so far, thinking on what else he could write about his race. "Maybe explaining our connection to Biotics would make wizards easier to understand?" He questioned out loud, his voice reverberating upon the inside of his chambers, as he was the only being living inside his ship. Emerald green eyes turned once more to the parchment laid upon the table, and as an idea struck, he began writing enthusiastically.

'They were known as wizards among themselves, but humans called them biotics. To be honest, after the millennia he had lived and the information he had been able to gather from many sources, he agreed. While he still believed in magic, and it was because of its touch that his race had gained such superb powers, they weren't originally magical, in truth they simply had dormant biotic capabilities, which, unlike the Asari, who harnessed that ability from a young age, his people never touched it, unaware of the possibilities. That is where Magic comes into play. It touched these beings, tapping onto their untouched potential, and thus was born the first of the magicals. Again, that is what he discovered through ages of research on magic and biotics.

After the first generation, the magical trait had been something a parent could potentially pass onto a child, but as biotics were not always quite so easy to pass on; that bit was a theory of his so far, but it had proven mostly accurate; some children were born with magic but without the biotic power up. These were the so called squibs. Of course, the problem with this theory was that humans weren't known to possess such an ability from birth, at least that is what most believe in, since the ones who did were taken from them and raised in a different environment, with different beliefs and priorities…'

Harry paused his writing; although there were many substitutes for handwriting, he found the familiarity of a quill and parchment calming; looking out the nearby window, he looked upon the vast darkness, illuminated only by what humans knew as stars, his eyes falling upon his destination, Omega, the space station he hoped would get him privacy, away from any humans. He didn't know how he'd react to being exposed to that race just yet. He removed his glasses from his face; he never got rid of them, even though he didn't need them at all, he wore fake glasses; glasses with no prescription; for the familiarity of it, and because one of his wives, Hermione, would always say she liked how he looked with them on; and rubbed his eyes, a sigh escaping his lips as he did so. It had all begun the day the war with Tom ended. After the dust settled, after all the political power that could be gained from such a thing was exhausted, the Ministry had instantly turned their attention on Harry. The Prophet, being the false propaganda paid off by the ministry, began accusing Harry of falling to the Dark Arts, influenced by the Dark Lord. It didn't really matter that at that point he had been married to Hermione and Luna; a Magical Law, which stated that the last scion of an ancient and most noble house must possess multiple wives in order for the house to regain its numbers; and that he was the Head Auror, having dealt with many other threats to wizards the world over.

The first accusation came in the form of his immortality. Dumbledore once theorized it'd happened the very first time he picked up his father's Cloak, he said something about feeling the power of the Elder Wand slipping away, saying that it had found its owner. At the time, Harry thought the old man had gone crazy in his old age, but as they say, with age comes wisdom, and he shouldn't forget that wizards can live quite a long time, if they are strong enough. He found out eventually what Dumbledore was referring to, the power of the Deathly Hallows, it had become his to command. From the Invisibility Cloak; a gift from Death to Ignotus Peverell, the youngest of the three and his great-great-great-whatever grandfather from his father's side; he got the ability of passing unnoticed by most people. Only ones in possession of another Hallow were able to detect the power of the Invisibility Cloak. Mad-Eye's magically enchanted eye was able to tell someone was there, but never see through it. From the Elder Wand; Death's gift to Antioch Peverell, the eldest of the three brothers, not passed down but earned through combat; came nearly limitless power to do as he wished. From the Resurrection Stone; Death's gift to Cadmus Peverell, the middle brother and as he found out years later, Tom Riddle's ascendant from his mother's side; came his immortality and the ability to cure others from deadly wounds.

He didn't really understand why he'd been granted these abilities, until one day he dreamed of a meeting with Death itself.

† Flashback †

He opened his eyes, noting it was dark, and looked around, seeing that there were trees around him, but they were dead, their branches had no leaves, the bark was darkened and withering. He noticed there was a river dividing the part where he stood, with all the dead trees, and the other part, where he could see beautiful scenery. On the other side, it was a bright day, the trees were in full bloom, and he could hear in the distance music being played. He considered crossing for a moment, but a thought occurred to him and it gave him pause. This looks like the place where the brothers met Death in that tale… he had barely finished the thought when a big skeletal figured materialized before him, covered in dark garments, torn at the edge, spikes tearing the back of the cloak it wore. "So…I finally meet you, Harry James…" its voice was a low monotone, and it leaned forward, as if to look him in the eyes, and Harry saw the empty blackness that was Death's gaze, and it unnerved him.

"I see my gifts have chosen well. I see many great deeds in your future…" it stated, and Harry couldn't hold the automated reply that came from his lips at that point. "Right. Cause I've been doing nothing with my life so far." He had just vanquished the most dangerous Dark Lord in the recent history, and Death said he was still to accomplish great things. Its reply was a humorless laugh, accompanied by a shake of the head. "You'll learn soon…that this Dark Lord of yours was the least of your problems." Before Harry could put his acquired and mastered sardonic tongue to work once more, Death lifted a hand, putting a stop to any movement he had planned. "We don't have much time here, so allow me to…as you humans say, cut to the chase, is it?" Harry realized it was a rhetorical question as the being continued as if he hadn't asked that at all. "The tale of the Three Brothers…a nice cover story for what I really had planned, isn't it? Master of Death…" He laughed sarcastically, shaking his head once more. "I am no one's servant, youngling…my artifacts, and in truth I have been searching through the ages for someone worthy of taking the mantle from me. I have been around for longer than I care to remember, I have seen the downfall of Gods…" at this Harry was unable to contain the question "Gods?" He asked, his eyes once more looking into the void that were the being's eyes. "Indeed. I have ended the Egyptian, Greek, Roman, Nordic pantheon among other Gods…I was there when it all began, and I will be there to close the door when all is gone." Harry didn't really want to know what he meant by taking the mantle. "But alas, I have become tired of my duty…after many a millennia, I devised a plan to get away from this…much like Atlas, who could only be rid of his burden by offering it to another, you now shall carry my responsibilities…" upon seeing a look cross Harry's face, the being sighed, evidently annoyed. "I don't oversee the passing of every soul, Harry James, I can simply tell when one's life is at an end, and if said person has found a way to cheat, prolonging a life that was to end. Then it's your duty to search such a person out and end their existence."

Harry was a little skeptical about it all, but he decided to play along. "Who says I want this?" No sooner he finished, a laugh escaped Death, this was darker, much more sinister than the ones before, where there was no humor; or the sarcastic one; and the being grinned at him, showing rows upon rows of sharp teeth. "You already accepted, Harry James, the day you picked up your father's heirloom…" if he wasn't so afraid of the being in front of him, Harry would have cursed at him. He had been played! Death had prepared the scenario so every descendant from the three Originals would be tested as soon as they picked up their heirloom. Apparently, given his luck, Harry had been chosen for whatever reason. "Tell, me, how did I get chosen anyway?" He asked, steadying himself with a few breaths. "It was quite easy, to be honest. You were both the strongest of the people touching the Cloak, as well as the one with the greatest destiny. I needed someone of importance, as you are more likely to be heard when needed, because while your job is to ensure people die when their time comes, you may save people from death, if their time is not yet come. And I needed someone powerful, because if you're to be Death, you must be unsurpassed." It stated, and after a moment, it knelt in front of Harry, head lowered. "Now, I give you your first task, Harry James…allow me to pass on, end my reign as Death, and begin your own…"

† Flashback Ends †

His attention was taken from the memory when the AI's voice reached his ears "We have reached our destination Harry. Are you sure about this?" She spoke, in Luna's voice. It was weird, having one of his wives trapped in a machine. He didn't understand the specificities of it, as the geniuses in the relationship were his wives; and soon to be wives too, they; the first three, Harry, Hermione and Luna; had taken a liking to the polyamorous lifestyle they had developed; but the only one who had done this in order to fill Harry in on what had happened was Luna, and that was the reason he had grown…detached, of humanity.

† Flashback †

He was finally close to going home. It had been so long since he last saw his loved ones that he was going insane with how much he missed them, and worried for them. He knew that, being his wives after the Ministry betrayed him wasn't going to be easy. Hell, being in anyway involved with Harry James Potter-Black; there were others, but those were his favorite ones; was dangerous for one's health. He looked down to the journal he'd been writing, about the story of how he'd been caught and decided to reread it My family and I were able to avoid being caught for quite some time, but in the end, greed had won out and someone I thought a friend betrayed me for the payout for delivering me.

'They had sentenced me rather hastily, to be thrown into the Veil of Death. That is where things got complicated, because the Veil of Death wasn't really designed to kill its master; yes I later learned that the original Death indeed created the Veil; but it's magics didn't recognize me as its creator, so it came down to this: The veil couldn't kill me because I was Death, and thus Immortal, but at the same time it didn't recognize me as its master. In its confusion of how to proceed, it eventually simply threw me back in time. A weird concept, this, but given who created it, and how powerful he must be, I just accepted he had the power to design an artifact with that power.

But the thing is, it didn't just throw me back…no, that would be too easy, going back a few years. It threw me all the fucking way back to the beginning. I can now literary say I was there at the beginning of everything. And there I met…the original. I don't know how long we spent together, conversing, but it made me realize one thing, as he threw me away in order for me not to meddle in things I'm not supposed to. The Hallows didn't have the power to decide who their master would be; hell I think I was chosen from the day I was born, because, unknowingly, I was the one who gave him the idea to trade places with me. But you know, something else I got to see was a whole different Death. He was young then, and he gave off a whole different feel. When he spoke it was a boisterous voice instead of the monotone whisper he heard, even the void in his eyes gave the feeling of something new, instead of the end. I mentioned he sent me away yes? Well, he did, in fact send me to the other side of the galaxy, where I was to simply watch the events unfold and maybe learn something.

I have to say I was never good with orders…I did watch for quite some time, making use of the abilities he helped me master. Like being invisible, it was strange, now all I have to do is wish it, and bam no one sees me, but while I was learning I could never really get it to work right. There were perks I'll never be able to acquire, because as he said "These are only for the Original, the God of Death, not for his disciple." One of said abilities was to foresee the future. He was able to tell everything that was going to happen from the moment he was born to the day he died with ease, which was how he recognized many things I told him about during our time together. Another of these abilities was the power to send people across space and time. Both happened to me, truthfully, first with the veil where I was thrown across Time and Space to get to the beginning of the Universe, and then again, after he finished teaching me what he could, he threw me across space so I didn't interfere in his job…he did however, have a last lesson for me.

"Watch everything that happens…learn to control yourself. I understand you enjoy saving others…as it's been called…a saving people thing. Control it, or else you'll be complete shit at this." Just to let anyone reading know…I never learned to control that. I did watch though, I saw the Leviathan race rise, and saw it fall…and I have to say, what a fall it was. They created what we now know as Reapers, or at least I've seen people call them that. There were other names too but I like this one better…anyway…I watched as the Reapers consumed the galaxy many times over, and every time, I would help the civilization to the best of my ability, only to understand, in the end, that it was actually their time to fall as they did. So I could do nothing, except see races rise and fall to the Reapers…until the Protheans came. I watched as the Protheans created an empire so far reaching I feared they would eventually reach Earth; but alas that was not the case; I saw their continuous resistance to the coming of the Reapers, their struggle with the impending destruction. But this time it was different, I knew this race had not reached its final hour, so I assisted wherever I could, all the while being invisible to all. I ended many Reaper's lives, as they cheat death, utilizing the people they consumed; yes, a sentient machine is also in Death's list; but in the end, as I saved one point, another fell, and it was like this until the whole of the Prothean race had either been destroyed or worse, indoctrinated.

After that I went after the Reapers of my own accord. I destroyed many of the machines, dwindling their numbers enough that the higher ranks requested a parley. "It's simple then, you wish to continue your existence, you leave me and any world I mark as under my protection alone." I said at the time, "how will we know you will keep your end of the bargain, creature?" I was offended at the time, but thinking back, they'd never seen anything like me so they most likely didn't know what to call me but creature. "I'm a man of my word. Leave any world you see this" I formed a small green bubble, which I hoped they would think was a barrier, around a nearby rock for show "alone and we'll have no reason to engage in warfare again…believe me you don't want to break this accord." It's funny; I spent so much time with death I even speak like him at times. Anyway, after that I left, to continue watching over the remaining species of the galaxy. I saw the Asari begin to develop, I watched them discover and nurture the power of biotics…'

"Reaching destination" the ship's VI drawled, and Harry tore his gaze from his journal, eyes quickly searching the closest window, to see his home world after such a long time…he felt a tear slowly slip from his eye, tracing his cheek. He had waited as long as he could, as he'd promised Death. He was not supposed to come back until after the point in which he'd been thrown away. It'd taken him longer than expect to return, as Death had forbidden the usage of his powers to go home, and he had to wait for the technology to advance enough to allow such a thing. In his mind, Harry grumbled I doubt he ever had to deal with this shit…fucking original privileges. It was now the year 2160 CE, according to the calendar he'd gotten from Aria, someone he was looking forward to introducing to his wives; mostly because he'd taken a liking to her and they were together already. It was interesting how they'd met, honestly, but he couldn't reminisce now, as he had finally arrived back at his home, Earth after millennia apart he would see them again, and he just couldn't wait for it to happen.

His ship had docked in London, and he rushed his way to Diagon Alley, standing in front of the tavern that once belonged to a friend, Tom. He looked to the Leaky Cauldron, seeing that the exterior had changed to accommodate the new era, he believed, and he walked inside, watching as all conversation stopped as he walked, eyes glued to him for the longest moment. He took that moment to take it all in, the other wizards in the tavern, noticing it was still mostly a Dark Ages styled place, with a few exceptions here and there, but he was intrigued to the fact these people were surprised to a newcomer, almost like they knew exactly how many passed through that place during the day. Deciding to leave that thought for another time, Harry walked to the counter and motioned for the owner to come closer.

"Excuse me sir, but I couldn't help but notice you lot seem rather surprised I showed up. Why is that?" He asked politely, a smile on his face. The tavern's owner regarded him with a critical eye for a moment before he grunted "The Ministry keeps tabs on how many magicals there are at any given moment, and they make sure we know our place. You could say we knew no one was supposed to come through that door today, all who were to passed through it had already done it. Sorry for the inconvenience, milord, but we really were surprised." That took Harry unprepared, and he couldn't hide the frown that marred his featured for but a moment, before he recomposed; he'd also noticed that man was not English, possessing an American accent. "I haven't been here in a while though, the way to the Alley is still the same yeah?" The man eyed him suspiciously for a moment, before nodding his head. "There's no code anymore though, since nowadays we're considered biotics rather than magicals, we don't even need to hide it, since all we need is some charms over the Alley and they can't see it anyway." Harry nodded, no longer paying attention to the man.

He walked the streets of the Alley, looking left and right, and movement there had diminished form when he was a kid, but if he wasn't mistaken the children would be at Hogwarts by now so only the adults were occupying it, maybe that was the reason why it felt so empty. He would have visited a few stores for the nostalgia, but preferred to continue on his way to Gringotts the magical bank that resided in the middle of the Alley. He was soon within the halls of Gringotts and with a few swift steps he was close to one of the many goblins working tirelessly. "I would like to check my account, please" he spoke nicely, even though he knew of their natural rudeness and dislike for him personally, because of his invasion long ago. "And just who are you, young one?" The goblin spoke, and Harry had to suppress the smirk that attempted to show itself. Young one…heh, if you only knew…he smiled at the creature once more pulling a key from one of his pockets. "Harry James Potter. Here's my key." All movement had stopped within the bank and all the other employees had their heads turned his way, eyes wide in shock. It lasted but a moment, as the man nodded hastily and dropped from his spot, landing on the ground with a loud noise, and made a dash to a side door. Harry sniggered in amusement, but he did wonder what made the goblin react like that.

Minutes later the goblin came back, with a much older looking one at his tail, both talking in their language rather rapidly, if the alarmed tone they were using was any indication, they didn't expect Harry Potter to appear again in Gringotts. The older goblin looked up at him, dark eyes gleaming with…delight? "Master Potter! It's a pleasure to see you after these many years!" That voice, the way he presented himself…"Griphook?" Harry asked, looking down at the goblin incredulously. He was sure goblins had lower lifespans than humans, or at least that was what the many books in Hogwarts would lead them to believe. "Ah…you remember me, that makes this easier." He turned on his heels and began walking away, toward where Harry knew to be the cart leading to the vaults, and Harry had the impression he was supposed to follow, so he did. "After your departure, your wives made sure to maintain your families' finances well cared for, since they kept saying you would return to them one day, and they wanted to be prepared for such an event." He stopped next a lever, which he pulled in order to call a cart for their departure.

"That sounds like them…" he couldn't help the smile that spread over his face, and he looked to the goblin once more as they entered the cart. "Do you know what happened to them, Griphook?" The goblin had his back to Harry, but there was a silence after his question, it felt heavy, to the point he couldn't bear it for long, but before he pressed for an answer, the goblin spoke, in a much more subdued tone of voice, as though he was saddened having to deliver the news. "…you'll understand once you're in the vault, Master Potter." For some reason, the little cart seemed to be going a little too fast for his liking.

"Harry! Hermione wake up, Harry's here!" He had just gotten into his personal vault when Luna…well at least something that looked exactly like Luna recognized him, calling out to her sister wife excitedly. Harry heard a groan coming from the wall behind her and the painting, which so far only had a rather nice view of their house, was occupied with the image of his first love who looked rather annoyed at being woken.

"Mione…Luna?" He couldn't really believe his eyes, but more importantly he didn't want to believe the implications of these two artifacts behaving like his lovers did. "Wh…what happened?" He got closer to the Luna lookalike, eyes rummaging her form, noticing there were some telltale signs of her being a robotic…perhaps an android. "We died, that much is obvious." Luna said in a matter of fact tone that made Harry want to facepalm, but he resisted the urge, looking between the two of them for a moment, letting it sink in. "How…or…why would anyone kill you?" He saw Luna nod, eyes beaming with pride; was an android even supposed so show emotions?; while Hermione looked down, not meeting his gaze when he looked to her.

"Well, my dearest Harry…that's a bit of a story…"

AN: This is the rewrite I promised for Immortal Effect. I had a lot of things I wanted to fix on the original draft of the story, and this time I had months to redo sections of it, I think there were paragraphs I rewrote at least five times until I was satisfied, so yeah this time I'm a little more satisfied with the end result. I'm sorry to those who liked the original, but it felt too rushed, and not enough was explained about what was happening, why Harry felt the way he did.

That being said, the first three chapters will be on the background for the story, I hope you enjoy it \o oh, fair warning to people who don't like these things, next chapter there will be mention of rape, torture and mind-break. I don't like writing these, and in most stories I just mention them in order to show how the world around the characters is, but in this story, and in Kitsune Shogun, it will be necessary to show how the main character reacts to it, so while in this I won't detail as much as I did on the o mentioned story, there will still be mention...with a degree of detail. It'll be an important factor for Harry's hatred, and it'll have consequences later on.

Hermione and Luna are dead, neither of them are coming back, even though Luna will have a body of sorts, it's only her memories and her love for Harry showing, meaning that is the most emotion she'll show and that she'll be very lovey-dovey with him, she is mostly machine. Hermione is much like the portraits from Hogwarts, it's a charmed painting that has been infused (read taught) how to act and think like she would.

For now that is all I wanted to say about the story...oh...yes it'll still be a Harem, only at the moment only Aria and AndroidLuna are in, I'll be taking suggestions for it, since some of my choices may be unwelcome. It won't be massive, maybe, maybe 8. John Shepard will be with Tali because best couple ever, that's why. OC will be with Jack because I love her xD and guess what...Harry will eventually be a captain of his own ship, so like in my other stories, I'll give you guys the option of joining in on the fun. I plan on doing this whenever plausible because maybe a fantasy setting is not your style, maybe you want a sci-fi, maybe you will just want to be in the Anime/Book series...so get to profilin xD
You may be asking "but what will you need you lazy ass?" which is a little insulting, but a good question!

Name

Age

Race (I'll even allow geth, but for those I'll look for a very well constructed bg)

Personality

Faction (Blue Sun, Merc, C-Sec...there's a plethora to choose from)

Appearance

Background

Specialization (all spec exsiting in the game are welcome)

Okay now I'm done, I promise '-'
See ya \o