Tell me if the story should continue. by the way My insanity owns me and i own nothing! Mwahahahaha
Harry blinked, trying to gain some perspective that would tell him where he was. Looking around though, there were no defining features in the bright silver mist that surrounded him. Quickly realizing that if he couldn't figure out where he was then he should at least try to figure out how he got here he sat down, trying to remember the last thing that he could recall. Trying as hard as he could he finally managed to dislodge his memories of the last day he spent on earth.
Finally, they were preparing for the last battle; Harry tried not to feel guilty about the fact that he had allowed Nagini to escape that night, while telling others that he had killed her. Once Harry would have felt far more guilty than exalted about what he had done, but that was before he had discovered the truth.
When he had come of age in the wizarding world, at seventeen, he had gone to Gringotts at the request of the Potter account manager, Ragnarok. When he had gotten there the goblin had given him a statement, telling him that he was far richer than he had ever dreamed, in fact, it was almost terrifying to him exactly how much money he had. Shakily looking up at the account manager he couldn't help but ask. "Exactly how rich does this make me compared to other wizards?" Ragnarok had given him a toothy grin and practically chuckled "young lord Potter, you are the richest wizard in England, and that is before you add in the Black inheritance, which is admittedly mostly rare volumes and tomes of magical knowledge. All in all young lord, I would say that if you put every one of the vault's that belong to the pure blood families together and multiplied it by 2, they would be worth half of your Potter vaults." After that the goblin couldn't repress his chuckles any longer at the expression on the pale face in front of him. He had grown fond of the boy.
After recovering from his mirth, he had then handed over a packet of papers for the boy to look through. Harry had first found a letter from his mother, basically just saying that she loved him and that she was sorry that she couldn't be there for him. He also found a letter from his father… this one had been an eye opener, it told him that his father didn't trust Dumbledore, something about the look upon the man's face while casting the Fidelius charm over them and Peter had given him shivers. However when he had discussed it with Lily she had been adamant that Dumbledore would never do anything to them, and to trust him. He had given in, but if Harry was reading this letter then he had been correct about this issue. Peter had been far too much of a lapdog to Dumbledore recently in his opinion, and while he didn't agree with the decisions Dumbledore had made recently, he couldn't quite bring himself to follow Voldemort either. He had gone on to explain that he had discovered that Dumbledore had been working in the shadows, putting more restrictions on magical creatures, while pretending to stand against them, so that the creatures would choose to follow him. He was helping corrupt officials into power so that he could control their actions through their fear of what Dumbledore would reveal to the public about them. While all of this was indeed bad, James had felt that at least Dumbledore wasn't resorting to killing people to get his way. Whereas Voldemort was killing people to try to force them to separate from the muggle world, because he felt that the muggles would destroy them if given half a chance. He went on to say that he, Harry, should be very careful between the two, both had their agendas. He said that the reason he left this information because he loved his son, and he wanted to make sure that he wasn't used as a pawn in the grand ideals of a couple of megalomaniacs who were going about ruling the world in two different ways.
After reading over the letters from his parents, he couldn't help but feel that his father was just a little too paranoid, but he appreciated the fact that his father had loved him enough to give him warning of something that he had feared to come to pass… that is what he thought until he read the next document. His parents will came next, and it was a shock to him that he was to have gone to different people in the case of his parents' deaths. First would have been Sirius, followed by the Longbottoms, then Amelia Bones, followed by Dumbledore… and after this the will had emphatically stated that even if every one of the people on this list were to have dropped dead he was to never ever go to the Dursleys. That gave him pause. After several moments Harry chose to move on to the next part of the documents, the statements that were all of the transactions since his parents died. He hadn't expected to see much here, after all there had been no authorized usage of funds during that time, so he was truly surprised at the thickness of the stack.
Looking at Ragnarok, he had to ask him to summarize the pile for him. Ragnarok looked surprised and said that it was just the transfer of funds to his guardians after the monthly reviews by Dumbledore to make sure he was being brought up properly… this was where Harry's faith had crumbled, because now he had concrete proof that Dumbledore hah known of all of his treatment at the hands of the Dursleys. After going through the papers in detail, he was drenched in a cold sensation, Dumbledore had more than known about the treatment, he had ordered it… all of it. The slavery, verbal abuse, beatings and the … other. Dumbledore had paid them to do that… out of Harry's own vaults! But never before had he hated himself for his gullibility as he did at the end of those papers, because Dumbledore wasn't only paying the Dursleys, he was paying Hermione, and all of the Weasleys, excepting only Bill and the twins. Hell, he was even paying Dean and Seamus. At that moment Harry was excruciatingly glad that he had never told any of them about his hidden friendship with Draco Malfoy, and he was even gladder that Neville wasn't on the list of payees, Draco would have been crushed if his boyfriend was a traitor.
The next thing he came across was an ancient pair of books, one had emblazoned across the front Potter in white gold letters, while the other simple said Black in calligraphy like golden letters. Glancing at Ragnarok curiously, he was grinned at again. "when you put on the family head of house rings, and read those books, all of the magical knowledge of the heads of house' in the past will be transferred to you. I am told that afterward you will probably be unconscious for about a day and wake up with a splitting headache." The goblin gave a humorous snort at this, and then handed him a small golden chalice. "if, you will prick your finger and let 4 drops of blood into the glass, we shall see if there are any other inheritances that you should be aware of." Following the instructions of the goblin and feeling rather horribly dazed from the way his world was spinning out of control, he dropped in his blood. A purple green smoke appeared above the chalice, forming a small list, DE 13, PAE 7. When Harry looked at the goblin, he was feeling a little confused, but the expression upon the goblins' face made him extremely nervous about what it was he had inherited.
The goblin got up and rapidly ushered for Harry to follow him. Harry did so, feeling his nerves rise even more when without saying a word led him to an office far from where the goblins held outside business, where a decrepit goblin was sitting. The goblin looked surprised to see Ragnarok, and even more so to see Harry trailing along behind him.
With a questioning look he gestured the younger goblin forward. "How can I help you Ragnarok?" asked the elder goblin. In silent response he simply thrust forward the golden chalice above which were hovering the words of before. The goblin elder paled rapidly, and then sighed tiredly. Turning to look at the confused looking human he ushered the young one to a chair. "Young man, we have much to discuss. You have inherited by magical right two eggs. You should be aware that the last being to inherit a magical egg was Merlin, and he only had the might to inherit one egg, and that was only a pixie. You young human have inherited two of the most powerful varieties of egg, and they will come with great responsibility and probably at least some pain. You should be aware that you have the option of rejecting the eggs, and that none may blame you should you choose to do so." Harry, quietly thought about the way that had been phrased, like no one would be allowed to say they blamed him but that something precious would be lost if he rejected them. So, being Harry he simply asked "What happens to the eggs if I reject them?" the goblins both flinched when he asked this question, they had looks of grief upon their faces as the elder responded. "Every egg is born for one person, they have no other that they can bond with, if one is rejected, they will simply wither and die within their shells." A look of pain crossed his face as he considered this option.
Harry knew that he had enough responsibilities on his shoulders at this point, but the thought of killing two babies was something that was even more horrible than what Dumbledore did to him. "So, how would I care for the eggs if I accept them?" he asked, trying to make it sound like he hadn't already made up his mind on the matter. "Well, there are two ways; you can make your body their safe harbor in which case we would magically inter them into tattoos on your body. Or you could try to find a way to keep them at the temperature of your body until they hatch."
"Which way is safer for them?" Harry asked, dropping all pretensions, "and what happens to them if we go the infusing route and I die? At this point it is looking rather likely that I will within the next year." The goblins looked at him in surprise, and then their eyes narrowed. "the safest way would be infusing them, and if they have reached maturity by the time you die they will simply move on to their respective realms, however should you die before that they will join you in death. Please keep in mind that they will not hatch until you reach your magical majority." Harry looked at him in surprise "Haven't I already reached that?" he asked. The gobbling chortled at this, "No, you see magical majority isn't tied to your age, it is when your magic reaches its plateau, its highest point of power and becomes fully available to you. It comes at different times for every magical being."
Harry was thoughtful for a while, looking up he asked "so if I reject them they die, no doubts about it. However if I accept them and then die before they reach maturity they will die anyways?" the goblins nodded. Harry sighed, "Well, why don't I see these eggs, and you tell me about them, I know that I will accept them, after all they deserve a chance to live. The real question now is what they want, and what they are."
The goblins blinked, not having realized that they hadn't told him yet what his eggs were, the elder goblin murmured something to the younger who looked at him and nodded sharply, then turned and walked out the door of the office. The elder turned to Harry. "You have two eggs, one is the egg of a Daeva, also known as a shadow demon, they generally take the form of dogs, but can transform to others. The second is a Parasitic-Angel egg, its kind generally doesn't get seen much, and are most often seen in the form of clouds. Both of these creatures will be feeding off of you until they reach their majority, until all of you become acclimatized to each other, you may feel periods of weakness, or dizziness." As they sat in silence while Harry reviewed this information, Ragnarok came back in carrying a tray with a cushion upon which sat two eggs. Harry felt a pull that he could not resist, walking towards Ragnarok, ho tuned out both goblins who were speaking worriedly to him. With both hands out he picked an egg up in each, the deep purple one that seemed to thrum in tune with his heart beat he placed against his hip, and the gently silver one which seemed to flow like water he held over the other hand, simultaneously, both eggs sank into his flesh… and Harry felt far more complete than he ever had before.
Coming back to himself he found that he was lying on the floor in Gringotts, and the two goblins were watching him carefully. He sat up and grinned at them, but as a thought crossed his mind that faded, "So, what do I do when they hatch?" the goblins at this point burst into raucous laughter. "That my lord, is all instinct, they will let you know when it is time what you need to do for them." Harry smiled as he felt waves of reassuring warmth and soothing cool from his eggs. Harry turned to the goblins, "can I get your help on a few different issues?" he looked between them solemnly. Ragnarok stepped forward, "If you will follow me we can go back to my office, and I can assist you in anything not to do with your younglings. Harry nodded and followed him out.
Back in Ragnarok office, Harry set up a plan, and the goblin was glad to help him for 5%, little did Harry know, he would have done it for the knowledge that the eggs had chosen him.
Finally his memories flashed back to the final battle, where his only friends had fallen, where he had faced down Voldemort, and defeated him, and where Dumbledore had shown his hand to the world by throwing an Avada Kedavra at Harry the second that Voldemort was dead, one that Harry would not have survived if Hedwig hadn't flown in it's path, saving her beloved master. Over the years, Harry had grown an amazingly tight bond with his familiar, and when her spirit had fled her body in death, he accepted it into his own, finding her place in a mark upon his forehead. Unfortunately, when this happened, it caused Harry to be caught in a backlash of his own power, where he rapidly lost consciousness.
This was where Harry had woken up, here wrapped in a strangely silver fog, waiting for he had no clue what. Now that he was firmly back in his current surroundings, he noticed that in the silver mists, forms were coming towards him. It was at this point that Harry realized he wasn't surrounded by silver mist, but snow, and that his clothing had apparently had a bad reaction to his magic back lash, so he quickly used his wandless magic to transfigure clothes upon his body that fit, including a thick white fur cloak, to keep the cold from his little ones. They still hadn't hatched and it had been nearly a year, he was beginning to worry about them. The first of the figures came forward at that point, so he allowed himself to become distracted. Observing this stranger made it quite clear to him that he was no longer in his own world, he was wearing a tunic over some sort of tight breaches, wore a long cloak and carried a bow; however this was not what signaled that this wasn't his world to him… no it was the fact that this being was a greater elf. They had left the realm of earth over six thousand years ago, he 'remembered' helping with the construction of the passage to their new realm.
The elf stopped when he saw him, allowing his fellows to catch up. And at this sight Harry could not help but laugh, an Istari, a dwarf, 4 Halflings and two humans trudged forward, halfway to being buried under the snow… and here was the elf in front of him, walking across the top of it. At the sound of his laughter (which he had to admit did sound a little insane) one of the humans swiftly brought forth his bow and shot in his direction. That stopped the laughter. "Hey!" Harry shouted. "What in the name of Merlin was that for?" Harry grabbed the arrow that had landed at his foot and attempted to get up; only to groan and collapse back into the silvescent snow as his leg told him something was wrong, looking down he had to sigh, his ankle was approximately the size of a cantaloupe. "Guess it was too much to hope for to get out of that battle with no damage." He muttered out loud. Loudly enough in fact, that the strange troupe in front of him heard.
The Istari, started slowly towards him at this point. Harry looked up warily as the old man approached him, looking for some sign that he was going to try to finish off what his partner had started. The old man stopped several feet in front of him and asked him a question in a language that the boy barely recognized, it was one of the languages gifted to him from the Black book, Westron, he thought to himself. "What are you doing in the middle of a mountain pass in a blizzard, by yourself, young one?" Harry looked at the shivering group in front of him and sighed in exasperation, with a swift wave of his hand all ten of them were encapsulated in a bubble, protecting them from the roaring winds, and with a flick of a wrist he added a heat charm to the thing, within seconds they all stopped shivering… though now all were staring at him calculatedly.
Harry looked back at the elf who was looking decidedly wary, and then looked back at the old man in front of him, thinking 'damn this guy looks like Dumbledore' Harry's mind automatically put up all of his Occlumency shields, and he swiftly transfigured the arrow into a staff, using it to stand upright. He did not want to be at a disadvantage with this man. "I am not entirely certain." He stated in Elvin.
The elf continued to watch the proceedings with un uplifted eye, there was something strange about this boy, he felt like he should know him.
Gandalf was surprised at what he was feeling emanating from this small boy. The magic that the boy had used was well outside of his capabilities. To transform things, to create heat where there was none, these were the magic's of mages, not wizards. Suddenly his mind halted... Mages. Gandalf tensed and quickly brought his staff before him in a defensive gesture. The others, seeing his movement immediately assumed that the male in front of them was a threat, and drew their own weapons… all save Legolas, who couldn't understand why the wizard was afraid of this youngling.
Harry watched them all with their weapons trained upon him and simply sighed wearily; he had seen the calculating happening behind the eyes of the old man and seen when the realization of what he was had hit him. Stepping forward he looked the man in the eye. "So this is to be my end, hmm? Going to have me killed just because I'm more powerful than you… and to think I thought we left that behavior for the orcs." He stated loudly enough that the wizard stepped back a bit.
"What do you seek here, Mage?" Gandalf demanded. The boy was quiet, and then he looked at all of them. "I seek friends that will not betray me, companionship through the end of what is bound to be my short life, and if possible a small amount of peace until my end finds me." His shoulders hunched wearily.
Legolas frowned; no child this young should expect death in this way. Stepping forward Legolas drew the attention to himself. "How old are you, and what is your name?" he noticed that Gandalf actually flinched, then took a step as if to stand between Legolas and the newcomer. The young being in front of them sighed, and then sat back down in the snow. "You don't have great manners do you?" looking at the wizard he made a gesture and raised a brow at him. "Please explain to him what he did wrong." He stated.
Without turning away from the mage, Gandalf started to explain. "Mages are very touchy about their names, they are given or choose a name upon receiving the status of mage, and from that day forward that is their public name, from the day of achieving their status they do not change unless they choose to do so; so asking their ages is a faux pas, of the highest order, they have been know to kill entire groups of people who do not follow etiquette, in this case it would have been to ask what you could call him and what his rank was." Warily eyeing the mage before him, he was relieved to see no signs of hostility, and Gandalf finally started to relax.
Finally taking in a deep breath, Gandalf swept into a deep bow; "I Gandalf the grey, request knowledge of you mage, I would request the knowledge of your rank, and by what name or title I may call you." He stood erect again while awaiting some response from the male ahead of him.
The boy sighed again, and then got up, this time obviously struggling to do so. Then standing tall (or as tall as a 5'3" male can) he inclined his head to the wizard. "Welcome Gandalf the grey, you may call me Chaos, I am the highest ranked first tier war-mage amongst my people." At this point Gandalf's eyes went wide, and he swept into another bow. "Please forgive the reception you have received my lord, it has been many centuries since you have visited our realm." The boy smiled wearily, "I can tell my friend, you hadn't even existed last time I was available to this place." Suddenly the boy stumbled, and swiftly grabbed at his left side, where everyone's attention was suddenly drawn to the blood swiftly coloring his robes an even darker scarlet.
"I'm afraid I will have to call upon your assistance, the grey, for I am at my limits, and can not heal this wound myself. May I have such?" Gandalf rushed forward to the boy, and caught him as he started to fall; at this point the fellowship had already put away their weapons, and Aragorn, strode forward to assist with the injury. The other's followed and huddled together as the heat in the dome was slowly slipping away. Mere moments after they finally stemmed the bleeding from the wounds the boy had on his side, he opened his fathomless green eyes and commanded "all of you gather near to me!" the others looked startled and after getting reassurance from Gandalf, they stepped in closer, huddling around the injured mage. They expected for him to say something; so it was with a great surprise when there was suddenly a bubble encapsulating them again. Even Gandalf appeared surprised. Gimly started demanding to know what he was up to when the mage shushed him, and then they heard it, a voice on the mountain's winds.
Gandalf gave Chaos a horribly surprised glance, "it is Saurumon!" he exclaimed, "He is trying to bring the mountain down on us!" the mage chuckled. "Parley?" he inquired of the wizard. Gandalf looked at him speculatively before nodding. "What do you demand Mage Chaos?" "My request is simple, I will guard us from the mountain, and you get me off of it still alive."
Gandalf was surprised that there was so little being expected of them, but agreed. The mage's face contorted in agony, and then the dome around them took the color of the mages blood, while still being see through; just in time, for the side of the mountain came thundering down upon them. The fellowship of the ring watched in various guises of shock, horror, and fear. Only 3 amongst the group were relaxed about this development, the mage, who was currently unconscious of everything but the power he was pouring into the shield, Gandalf; who knew of the old stories of the mages, and Legolas, who was accepting the powers that the wizard claimed the mage had. Fifteen minutes later, the snow finally stopped falling upon them, the dome went down, and the mage finally fled from the waking world.
He woke again a mere mile away from the mines of moria. He was still exhausted, but doing better for all of that. He realized suddenly that he was being carried; and not immediately realizing where he was he let out a low threatening growl. The one who was carrying him stopped abruptly, and Harry came to himself again, wondering who held him. He allowed himself to luxuriate in the sensation of being held far a moment before he shook himself awake. He noticed that the human who was carrying him was standing still now. He opened his eyes and removed himself from the arms that held him. Looking around he watched as the fellowship tensed at his swift motions. He noticed a throbbing in his left side. "ahh, so that was what I forgot." He muttered to himself; sighing he reached for his wand. Only to find that it was missing. He turned to Gandalf; "I don't suppose you have my wand?" he queried dangerously. Gandalf looked at him in apparent startlement before he replied. "I saw no such thing near you when you fell and found none upon your person. Harry sighed… he had to admit that this was just typical. He took a deep breath and held his hands over his wounds and sent his magic into them. Healing himself this way hurt much more than it did with a wand, he couldn't quite focus it into a tight enough beam to minimize the pain. He let out a grunt and Gandalf shot him a shocked look, which brought the focus of the fellowship entirely upon him. Finally Harry fell to his knees gasping and pale and fully healed. When the human that had carried him went forward to help him up Gandalf quickly sent him an abortive gesture, stilling him immediately.
Harry ignored the people around him and decided that a singly Accio shouldn't harm anything. He cast as strongly as he could for his wand to come to him, after all if it wasn't in this world it wasn't likely to come to his hand. No more than a minute later his wand came flying to him, something heavy hanging off the end dripping something. He took a minute to examine it and then he threw his head back and looked at the sky. He let a single tear fall from his eye. "I warned you to never touch my wand old man." He whispered; the others had been straining their senses towards this strange mage and heard it clearly, they drew their attention back to the wand and realized that the dripping lump was an old man's hand, it had been severed from the wrist, and was still warm.
The mage stood, making swift gestures with his wand and the fellowship watched in awe as things began to appear around him. There was one large trunk, which he quickly shrunk down into a small pocket sized object they did not recognize. A sword of great beauty and obvious strength appeared next, and until it was gripped by the mage it was wreathed in flames; as he touched it it sank into his forearm and disappeared, the mage sighed then, as if in great relief. Next came a book, one that from the expression on gandalf's face he recognized. After that came an object that looked to be a large teardrop, and as the mage gripped it he stopped what he was doing.
Harry stopped as he summoned his Chira; he was going to need help. He turned to Gandalf (it still creeped him out the similarities between him and Dumbledore) and showed him the object. The wizard and the young mage shared a knowing look and Gandalf nodded. "we will need to set up a camp here for the night." He announced to the group; they had been observing the undercurrents between the two magical beings and didn't dare to say anything… but the two who watched the most carefully noticed the worry in bright green eyes; and the hidden terror in the blue of gandalfs. Legolas and Aragorn shared a look, something was going on… and they weren't sure that they wanted to know.