The Seventh Element

Summary: Harry now learns that being Lord Fate has many disabilities, one being you can't throw a party of dead people, the other is you can't learn you own Fate, meaning he has no idea what he's gotten himself into this time. Sequel to Wise Beyond Year Literally

Rating: PG-13, some scenes of child abuse and violence. Mostly violence.

Author's note: I am going to keep it brief. Read it, review it, worship it… okay maybe not worship… How about enjoy, there much better

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Chapter one: Lord Fate

A lone figure sat in a mahogany desk writing and sighing dozens of papers, trying not to scream in frustration as he re-wrote another paper he had messed up. After the fifth time of messing up the same word, the young man groaned in frustration and threw his pen down.

Moving away from the desk, he ran a hand through his raven locks and rubbed his radiant green eyes (he had gotten his eyes sight correct after he had accepted The Lord Fate title). Leaning back on his chair, he wanted to remember how he got in this mess in the first place.

"What do you mean leave?" Harry asked his face flushed with frustration at the figures in front of him.

"Well My-," A tall woman began, her deep sapphire eyes shone with intelligence. She had waist length hair done in a complicated braid.

"Harry, my names Harry," Harry said sternly.

"Well Harry, once you are finished with this era, you will be coming back to Fates castle to learn your duties and powers and training with the last Lord Fate. Then you will be training with your ancestors at their era."

"Which is?" Harry asked, his green eyes sparkling with power.

"You know them as the Four Founders," She said, watching the young mans face change from confusion to happiness and excitement.

"YES!" he pumped a hand in the air and did a dance not unlike the one he did a few weeks before. The two other figures grinned as he danced around.

"So you mean, that after I leave the era of the Marauder's," Harry said, grinning at what he had dubbed his father's years at Hogwarts as, "That I then come to the castle, learn my duties and some of my powers them go to train with the four founders?"

The tall woman nodded. Harry grinned then glanced at the two figures sitting next to her.

"My Lady, who are these people?" 'My Lady' scowled slightly at what he had called her and murmured something in the ears of them both. The two figures hand dark clock on with their hood up so Harry couldn't see their faces.

"The one to my left is the Queen of Elves," Harry nodded to her in respect and bowed slightly. The Queen smiled and took down her hood.

She had deep brown hair that cascaded down to her waist, her deep green eyes shown with happiness. As expected, she had pointed ears. However, she was a tall Elf.

"Nice to meet you My Lord," Harry winced slightly. He hated when people used the words 'My Lord' it reminded him of 'Lord' Voldemort.

"And you to Lady Elf," she smiled.

"This is the King of Mages," the man under the clock took off his hood.

He had deep black hair which was messy like Harry's and he had sapphire eyes, which shown with courage.

"Nice to meet you," Harry gave a half bow.

"You too my lord," The man returned the gesture.

"As you probably have noticed you have both features from both these people," Lady Fates (the second in command) said.

"I have," Harry said, raising an eyebrow.

"You are related to the four kingdoms below us, the Elvin and mages just two of them,"

"Does that mean when I inherited my powers do I get pointy ears?" Harry asked eagerly. He had always like elves when he was a child.

"Maybe My lord," Harry sighed and glanced around the large room.

It was about the size of a dining hall, with blue walls and high ceilings. Their were tiles in the floor (white marble) and a fireplace behind him.

"So," Harry said redirecting the attention of the other people in the room. "In the Fate castle there are honorable people who died in there?"

Lady fate nodded, not seeing where this was going. She knew Lord Fate may have wanted to see his parents and a few relatives but he seemed now not wanting to.

"It means we can have a party of dead people," He said, making the other people in the room snort.

Shaking his head, Harry James Potter or now known as Lord Fate, realized that wasn't how he got into this mess, it was a month ago when he had finished his training with Sal, Rowena, Godric and Helga (in the time of the founders, under the name of Ethan Slytherin) and he had accepted his powers and responsibility.

"Ommph!" Harry exclaimed landing on his back; he had just left during a battle in the year of 1000 A.D., which would not be good for his health when Sal learns he (Ethan Slytherin, Harry Potter, and Lord Fate) was actually alive and well. Standing up, he did a quick aura check of the room to see for any threat or approaching people. Only to find Lady Fate approaching, he changed back to his regular appearance.

"Hello My Lord, I suspect from your clothing I took you out of something important." She surveyed his ragged and bloody battle robes. Harry just shrugged.

"Not to important, at least I got out of there without killing anyone important to the time stream. I hope Rose is alright," Harry said, thinking of the cheerful little girl he had thought to be his daughter. 'Spite the fact that she was the first of his line and his great-great-great-great- great time about two- Grandma.

"I called you here as you have finished your training, so you can accept your powers and rights as Lord Fate." Lady Fate wandlessly and wordlessly conjured up two ordinary mahogany chairs.

"More powers?" Harry said thinking of the endless list of powers he had already.

"Yes. You will have the knowledge of everything, everybody. It is like a filing case, you have millions of people, places and things in their all you have to do is pull up the file. I will have to warn you, when you get back to earth, your magic will be decreased; your wandless magic will be harder to use until you get your powers back in small doses.

"Also, you will have a lot of work to do around here. Paperwork, people who have died need help finding their place and people who are going to die are the hardest. You have to inform them of when they are going to die a week ahead of time so they can get their will ready and everything else in order," Lady Fate said, almost without stopping to take a breath.

"I will accept my powers and rights," Harry said, not knowing the paper work coming to him.

'I really need to think ahead of what I say,' Harry thought rubbing his aching head. Then a flash of blue aura came to his sight. Rowena was approaching; Harry changed his everyday robes into the white Lord Fate robes and morphed into 'Lord Fate'.

Lady Fate and he had agreed he should not keep his normal appearance as Lord Fate, incase of the future possibilities. Harry's 'Lord Fate' appearance included brown hair, deep blue eyes and lean body of an 18 year old.

"Hello My Lord- sorry Evan," Rowena said, correcting herself. Harry had also decided he wanted people to call him Evan instead of Lord Fate; it got on his nerves how elders called him that.

"Hey Row," Harry said, sitting up in his chair. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just thought you could use a load off," Row said, sitting on the pushchair opposite of his large desk.

"I do," Harry said, getting up and leaving his office. Row followed her braid swishing as she walked.

Walking down the long halls of the Fate castle, he looked at the doorplates, which inside contained families that had died. Normally he would visit them, but today he wanted to lie in the sun and listen to his father's song, Christmas Day.

Harry entered the entrance hall, a large chandelier overhead; its crystals sparkled from the large stained windows light gleamed on it. Harry opened the over large door, waved to Row and moved to a shady spot on the front lawn, shed his outer robes, conjured a blanket and lay down to take a well deserved nap.

'I felt the whip hit my back, its pain ripping through me, like someone dragging a knife against my back. I held back a moan for James's sake, hoping he would not feel guilty about these 20 lashes.

Each one made me feel like I was back at Private Drive as a young child, having what my uncle called a 'lesson' what I know was called a beating or child abuse.

Four more I told myself as I tensed up waiting for the whip to hit my back again. It did, ripping open another lash against my back. I moaned softly; I heard the Death Eaters around me laughing their heads off. I didn't know who they were laughing at, me or James. Probably both…'

Water splashed against Harry's face, he jolted awake to see the scowling face of Sal. Ever since he had 'lost' Ethan, he had become bitter as he had been after he had lost his son, Marvolo.

"What do you want," Harry croaked wringing out his shirt, hoping Sal had not seen the bump where his stitches were. Yes, he still had theses stupid stitches; since the curse had been magical, it takes years for the wound to heal. The reason he did not want Sal to see the bump is one of the last sword trainings they had together Sal had seem them.

Harry dodged Sal first attack, but got his robes ripped right near his stitches. Harry scowled and cursed mentally. Harry quickly ended the fight by fake tripping, grabbing his dagger, knocking Sal's sword out of his hand and putting his dagger up against his throat, Harry's sword at his chest effectively winning the last round.

"Good job," Sal said, and then spotted the rip in his robes and the stitches in his right side. "What happened there?"

Harry glanced down at his stitches. He had forgotten to out a concealing charm on them as he did to the lash marks on his back.

"Err, an old injury never healed, I had to put stitches on them," Harry said, putting away his sword. Turning his back to Sal, he went to leave, but Sal placed a hand on his shoulder and spun him around. Harry came face to face with a concerned Salazar Slytherin.

"Why couldn't you have healed it?" Sal was referring to his healing powers he had developed. Harry shook his head.

"It was made by magic," Harry half- lied. The reason for the injury had been from magic and that was the reason it would not heal like muggle stitches did.

"Oh well at least I know how to identify you if you shape shift again," Sal said. Harry smiled, though inwardly he was worried when he had to go to the Fate's castle. Sal would be there and Harry would be under his Fate look but with the same scars made from magic, (he moved his lightning scar to his ribs).

"I want," Sal snapped, jolting Harry from his memories, "For you to meet Lady Fate. She's been calling for you for a half an hour!" With that, he stalked off, his robes blowing after him, even if there was no breeze.

'How do they do that?' Harry thought as he folded up his towel and headed inside, with both his robe and his towel under his arm.

"MY LORD!" Harry's head shot up to see Lady Fates face (normally beautiful) twisted in fury and concern. She grabbed his arm and pulled him into the same room he had met her in, and shit the door with a snap.

"What's wrong Lady?" he asked the concerned woman. She shoot him a look of sadness.

"Your going to leave tomorrow, back to the mortal world so you can continue your schooling at the Founder's building," Lady Fate said, sighing. She would miss Lord Fate and his pranks on everyone.

"Okay," Harry said, "I can always come back, what's the problem?"

"I have a fear your uncle may be mad at the collapse of his work building. The business has gone down and the workers may have to quit their jobs," Lady Fate said, worrying for the health of her friends. Harry just shook his head. He was not too worried, he never was afraid of his uncle just hated the 'lessons'.

"It's alright, he won't start again, he knows of accidental magic and how it backfires," Harry said, smirking at the thought of his magic backfiring at his uncle.

"Okay My Lord," She said before leaving the room. Once she was gone, he let the worry take over. He was frightened for Hedwig's life, his uncle had always threatened to kill her but now that his company was going down, it may actually happen.

Collapsing in the chair in front if the fireplace, he stared into the comforting fire as it crackled and danced across the wood.

'I hope to see Sirius soon' Harry thought thinking of his father figure.

Morning light shown into the room of Harry Potter as he stirred and reached for his glasses out of habit, actually finding them was what made him shoot up and look around the room he was in. His room in Private Drive stared him back.

'They must have sent me back while I was asleep,' Harry thought looking around for Hedwig. Finding only her empty cage, a sudden fear overtook him that his uncle may have taken her. Then he a memory struck him. It had been a while since he had gotten back here and he realized he had sent a letter to Ron before he had left for his father's era.

Harry got up and stretched his body, then felt a weight on him. Glancing down, he winced. He was in his Lord Fate robes, which if anyone got in his room before he could change, would leave terrible consequences.

He changed quickly into one of the new muggle clothes Lady Fate had gotten him and looked over his homework essay, hoping to spot some error to re-do. Seeing none, he sat bored, wondering what he was going to do all summer.

"BOY! COME MAKE BREAKFAST!" Ahh that's what. Harry got up and made his way down to see his 'relatives'. Aunt Petunia stood in front of the stove, wearing an apron and holding a spatula.

She shoved the spatula in his hands and moved out of the way.

"Make breakfast, and maybe you'll get dinner," she hissed in his ear. Harry nodded and fought off an eye roll. As he cooked the food, he glanced outside to the flawless lawn and perfect paint job on the fence (done by him). He wondered what chore the could possibly have for him.

As he served the food, his purple faced uncle came waddling down the stairs.

He kissed his wife on the check and nodded to his son, Dudley, who was watching T.V. He, however, did not acknowledge the other boy in the room but sat down and ate his well-deserved breakfast.

"Here's your chores!" Aunt Petunia snapped shoving them at his chest and pushing him out if the room.

Harry glanced down at the list and was surprised to read only one thin was on it.

Clean the attic

'Well that's just great,' Harry thought, making his way upstairs and opened the hatch to the attic.

"Okay maybe not so great," Harry said, looking around the very dusty and un-organized room.

Wincing, he grabbed a duster and a rag and started to work. He first cleaned the old furniture, dusted the boxes and vacuumed the floor. Then as he was staking the boxes, he felt the incredible urge to sleep. Blinking he realized, there was an enchantment on the blanket he had touched. It was the one from when Dumbledore had dropped him off. It made you want to sleep and he was giving in.

"WAKE UP FREAK!" a kick to the ribs jolted Harry out of his enchanted sleep. Blinking heavily, his eyes came to focus at his raging uncle, who stood over him.

"You didn't finish your chores freak," His uncle hissed, grabbing his nephew by the front of the shirt. He dragged him out of the attic and threw him into his room. Harry hit the floor with an unpleasant thump. Harry scowled and glared at his uncle, who closed the door to his room and went to kick him, when Harry said through labored breaths, "All you have over me is size." His uncle almost let out a roar of rage. Harry covered him face (an old habit) and waited for the blows to fall, which they did. Hard.

Somewhere above, a woman with sad blue eyes watched the beating, wishing she could help her lord and friend. She chocked out a sob when she heard a crack from the boy's wrist as his uncle stepped on it.

"it's alright Lady Fate." Helga came up behind her friend and watched as the boy was knocked unconscious and left there in a tangled heap.

"He will get help soon," Helga said. However what she didn't know was this was Lord Fate, all she knew was this was one of the many children who are abused.

Scene from Wise Beyond Years Literally, chapter 18: A part of dead people.

Hello readers, this is the awaited sequel for Wise Beyond Years Literally (okay you really only had to wait about 5 hours but whatever, it was a long wait for me)

Please review, tell me what you think about Vernon. If you thinks that's going to far with it please tell me, but its corresponding to what Voldemort said in one of the letters he sent Harry… remember?

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