I do not own Harry Potter or Gargoyles. And I defiantly don't own the Elder Scrolls. Updated as of 6/23/2013
Worlds swirled and eternity's passed as Harry speed through the endless hallows of the nevermore. Sites that would astound any that was not from the plane of exisistance that was shown flashed by for a minute then faded away allowing another breathtaking site in its place.
Not that Harry noticed as the pain from the transformation, the emotional scarring, and magical drain had rendered him unconscious. Another reason for him losing conciseness is the fact that, even though he is being ripped apart and put back together as a being of pure magic, he had reached magical maturity.
Now normally this would simply expand his core to fit the amount of natural magic he could safely take from the world. Because the magic used in casting is returned to the earth, and the earth slowly returns that to theme, this is very important.
Do to his core expanding, being turned into a higher being, and the limitless power of a thousand planes of existence being open to him, Harry gained a near limitless amount of magic.
The key word being 'near'. For while he had more magic in his pinkie finger than all the wizards in England, he was relatively normal compared to lesser gods and deadric princes. Though average, he would still be considered an oddity, not fitting into either group.
The reason is simple. He has no moral guidelines or rules that he was bound to; every action and decision is a mere whim that has no bounds.
The god's could never directly interfere in a mortals life a strict set of rules that guided there every action prohibited it. They may send champions and on occasions angels to do their work, but they may never actually interfere directly in a mortals lives. If Harry wanted something done he would just do it, he was not bound to the god's rules.
Each of the deadric princes had a moral code that they followed, some self enforced rules that guided them, no matter how minor. Harry was closer to this yet it didn't quite fit, he had no limitations in his actions, and no repeating theme one would notice. He may help an old lady cross the street one-day and kick her into on coming traffic the next.
Domination and destruction are the words that best described the reborn Potter now. All would fall before him, either as servants that he allowed to live on a whim or killed to please his new hunger for souls.
There was a flash of light in the nevermore then, Harry James Potter, Master of Death and the living embodiment of the Deathly Hallows exited the never more into a world that was now unknowingly the host to death incarnate.
Demona dodged past Goliath as Lexington lunged at her. He wasn't prepared for this and so collided with Goliath sending the two of them tumbling onto the rooftop beneath them were the small green gargoyle was knocked unconscious. Demona laughed at her tangled pursuers before taking of, intent on reaching her destination. Below her Elisa Maza's raced after her flying friends.
She was taken by surprise by Hudson slamming into her back sending her off course and into a grove of trees. Were, in a stroke of misfortune she was pinned to the ground by a very large branch at an awkward angle.
" You wont be getting away tonight lass," the elder gargoyle growled," I may not know what you plan to do with this gem", he said taking a large gem from her struggling form," but I'm sure that me and the others wont like it."
Demona could only growl in frustration as Goliath landed near them. ' Well, at least that idiotic trio and annoying mutt are not here.' The trapped semi-immortal* thought.
"Hudson, did you gain the gem?" Goliath questioned the old leader as he folded in his wings." Aye, lad. But what do you suppose she meant to do with it? It doesn't seem magical."
" I don't know", Elisa stated getting out of her car stated while taking her pistol from its holster," But I know how we can find out." And with that she took aim at Demona and approached her with the intent to find answers and finally bring her to justice.
"Stay back, human!" Demona shouted in anger, not wanting the human she most despised touching her. Her eyes glowing a menacing red, that turned wide in surprise as a clocked figure appeared out of thin air in between her and her advisories.
" I would listen to her, human." The figure said with venom practically oozing off the word 'human'. " After all, I don't want the filth you call blood on my new boots." He said, lifting his hood to reveal a man with shoulder length hair and glowing green eyes.
