From the Stars
Chapter 2
Harry appeared on a dirt road in a blue flash. Shoving his hands into the pockets of his grey pants, he wandered up the winding path, eyeing the fruit trees his parents had planted along the path shortly after his arrival on earth.
They never kept his arrival a secret from him. They showed him the message when he was old enough to understand the words. For years he has tried to live up to their legacy to make the world a better place.
The trees gave way, revealing the three-story white manor house at the end of the road. As he drew closer, the black double doors flew open, a woman with white hair emerging from the house, sunlight bathing her smooth skin.
"Hello, Aunt Perenelle."
Perenelle Flamel moved to meet him, the white gown draped over her curvaceous body swaying with each step. Twisted gold bands on her wrist flashed as she closed the distance between them.
"Hello dear," Perenelle began, her pale pink lips barely moving, her purple eyes shining as she linked her arm with his, "how was the graduation."
"Fine, Flitwick does an exuberant job as ever."
Perenelle shook her head, "Albus would've been so proud how the world has changed, it's a shame he's not here to see it, I know Ariana and Aberforth miss him terribly."
Albus Dumbledore passed away in 1945 when he stopped Gellert Grindelwald from invading Britain's shores. The battle may have left Dumbledore dead, but it forced Grindelwald to go into hiding.
"At least they got a chance to say goodbye."
Aberforth Dumbledore, head healer at St Mungo's managed to use his abilities to give his brother enough time to say his farewells.
"I honestly believe that's why Ariana works so hard."
Ariana Dumbledore was the current minister of magic, former head of the magical law enforcement officer, and driving force behind the mutant relocation act.
The mutant relocation act would allow magical's to remove any mutant that was in harm's way to the magical world.
Harry shook his head, "Enough about politics, what have you and Nicholas been up to while I've been away."
The Flamel's had come to live with him after his parents were murdered by Grindelwald at fifteen. They taught him how to channel his anger.
How to think strategically, if it wasn't for them, he may be wearing spandex and jumping rooftops at night, he snorted at the image.
"Nicholas thinks he has talked Ariana into letting your Mage Powder on the market. He just has to convince her that it's safe. However, she's understandably a little nervous about a powder that can drill magical pathways into the human body despite its benefits."
Harry grinned; excited that the powder he had first used to strengthen his parents would now be available to everyone, especially with outside forces becoming more prevalent.
Mage powder would once ingested would create magical pathways for magic to flow through within the body. This would give a wizard the ability to absorb the magic or produce it at a faster rate.
With magic circulating through the body, it would strengthen the tissues, giving enhanced strength, speed, regeneration, senses, and Wandless casting.
With some mutants acting out their anger at their inequality, the emergence of aliens, and gods, the added benefits of the powder would even the playing field a little. However, there would always be those that were traditionalists and wanted to use foci.
Harry glanced at Perenelle as they entered the house, their footsteps echoing off the hardwood, "It's too bad the powder doesn't work on you Flamel's."
Nicholas was the child of a leprechaun and a fairy so the ability to manipulate magic without a focus was pretty much a given for him.
Perenelle is a changeling, a child of fairy left on earth because her magic was weaker than those of her race.
With both their unique heritage, neither one of the Flamel's could take the powder, well they could, but it wouldn't do them any good and there was a risk that their immortality could be revealed to be natural instead of by the elixir of the philosopher stone like people thought.
Harry glanced at the walls. Pictures in golden frames showed him as a youth, a blonde haired chubby face boy flying through the air by his own magic, or playing soldiers with luminescent miniatures made of energy.
Harry turned away from the pictures.
Nicholas Flamel strode towards them, a drink in his large hand, his dark hair slicked back, mutton chops framing his round cheeks, his grey eyes twinkling, "Hello my boy," he raised his glass of Amber liquid, "you ready to get to work?"
Perenelle's hand shot out, flicking one of Nicholas's pointed ears.
"Ow, dammit woman."
Perenelle narrowed her eyes, her slender hands sliding to her hips, "The boy just got home and you're already talking about work."
"Actually, Perenelle I need to get down to the lab."
Perenelle spun to face him, fire in her light blue eyes, "And why is that?"
"Remus Lupin is coming to see me tomorrow."
"Did he tell you?"
"No."
"Then how do you know?"
"I picked it up from his mind."
"Harry! You really shouldn't use your powers to peek into people's heads."
"With the way things are going, I have too. I have to be ready for anything. Besides, looking into people's heads is how I know Severus Snape is going to bring Grindelwald to Lily."
Perenelle's gaze softened, she reached up placing a hand on Harry's shoulder while tucking a strand of white hair behind her pale pointed ear, "Oh Harry, killing Grindelwald will not bring your parents back."
"No," he moved away letting her hand slide off his shoulder, "but it will keep others from experiencing my pain."
Both Flamel's watched him go, disappearing through a doorway at the end of the hall.
Placing an arm around his wife's shoulders, he guided her into the kitchen. Sitting her at the bar, he moved to the fridge. It still amazed him how Doria was able to get modern technology to work in her home by pulling all the latent magic into the wards. Opening the fridge, he removed Perenelle's favorite food, caviar.
Sitting it in front of her, he grabbed crackers waiting for her to speak. By the time he placed the crackers down, she was ready.
"I'm worried Nicholas, I don't want Harry to end up like Daniel."
Nicholas winced, Daniel was their only child. Seeing the horrors World War II was doing to his country Daniel joined the French military. Unfortunately, bombs were still deadly no matter how magical you were.
"Daniel died in war my love. This is different."
"How," Perenelle asked her eyes shining.
"Harry's known this fight has been coming for a while, he prepared himself."
"How do we know it's going to be enough?"
"We don't, but we have faith in the boy we helped raise."
–XX –
Harry stopped in the center of the stairs leading to the basement. His hazel eyes scanned the contents of the darkened room. Opening and closing his hand, a ball of light flew into the center of the room, illuminating the glass bookcases spaced throughout the room. Each bookcase was packed with a thick leather-bound volume, scroll, or stone tablet.
When his parents died, he wanted to make his life matter, so he scoured the world, looking for forgotten knowledge that could better the people of the magical world. He had done this for several years, but now the world was changing. Maybe it was time for him to stop being a teacher and become a defender, so the generations after him didn't have to worry.
He closed his eyes, releasing a breath through his nose. He can think more on that later, right now he had work to do.
He moved down the stairs, his feet gliding across the quartz crystal inlaid in intricate patterns into the floor. By the time he was twenty, he was ready to come home, ready to guide future generations.
He stopped before the back wall, taking in the runes etched into the stone in concentric circles. Placing his hand in the center of the center circle, he pushed. The stone gave way. Blades emerged from recesses, biting into his flesh.
For a moment, he watched the crimson liquid fall into the recess. It amazed him how he could be so fundamentally different than the people around him but look the same.
The outer circle of runes flared. A seem appeared in the wall, the stone rumbled moving into a pocket dimension.
Shoving his newly healed hand into his pocket, Harry moved between the thirty foot thick walls into the room beyond.
Stopping on the other side of the massive doorway, he eyed his workspace.
Tables piled with beakers, cauldrons, and a variety of potion ingredients line the walls. Paintings with black canvases hung on the walls, courts webbing attached to each painting, stretched from the painting until it reached the large runic circle in the center of the floor. In the center of the circle was a glowing yellow sphere.
By combining what he learned in his travels with the magic of magical paintings, paintings that held the knowledge of people from previous generations, he was able to come up with the first magical AI.
Away from the large runic circle was a triangle made of smaller runic circles. A single strand of quartz snaked through the floor connecting to the runic diagram.
"Hello, Solomon."
The orb in the center of the runic circle transformed into a large facsimile of a human head, "Hello, Mr. Potter."
Harry grimaced, "You know you can call me Harry Solomon?"
The floating head grinned, "I know, but your reaction amuses me."
Harry shook his head, "You know sometimes I wish the Potters weren't from a long line of practical jokers."
"But then I wouldn't have my sparkling personality."
"Exactly," with a gesture, Harry pulled three vials of blood from shelves that were carved into the walls of the four corners of the room. Moving over to the runic triangle, he placed the blood inside the triangle. The runes flared to life, a holographic DNA sequence floating above each runic circle.
Solomon glided across the floor, moving on the quartz web connecting the runic triangle to the large runic circle in the center of the room, "So, what are we working on today."
"You can already tell."
"It's only polite to ask."
"True, Remus Lupin is coming for the werewolf cure tomorrow, so I figured I better finish it up."
"He does know this isn't a cure per se, but more of a way for him to control the change, right?"
"He does, he's not very happy about it, but he understands the viruses now part of his DNA. Now, let me work."
Turning to the holographic screen, he eyed the three DNA sequences. One was Remus's blood when he was human, another was him in Wolf form, and the final one was the blood of a grey wolf, the most common type of Wolf.
Raising his hands, he flicked his fingers, bits of the DNA sequence began to swap back and forth before his eyes, some part of his mind waking up and instinctively knowing what to do to accomplish this task.
Over the next few hours, the portions of DNA Harry moved between the three sequences became smaller and smaller. When he finally finished, a square opened up in the middle of the triangle. A new vial of blood floated out of the square.
Curling his fingers, he pulled it to him.
"Solomon, begin downloading the information in the cases from the outer room. Things are about to come to a head, I might need to leave, and I don't want to lose that data."
The floating head's eyes flashed white.
Moving over to one of the tables, he pulled wolfs-bane, silver, a flask of hair, and a flask with a tooth inside towards him. Emptying the blood into a small cauldron, he crushed the wolfs-bane to powder sprinkling it inside before wrapping a hair around the tooth and dropping it in. Holding the silver in his hand, it melted, running through his fingers to swirl within the mixture.
Wolfs-bane would connect this new bloodline to nature, the tooth was from the progenitor of werewolves, Lycaon, the king that tricked the Greek gods into eating human flesh, and was cursed to transform into a wolf. The hair was from a skinwalker to make the transformation easier and silver represented a were's bond to the moon.
Closing his eyes, he held his hands over the cauldron, drawing on the deep reservoir of magic within him. White light blossomed around him. "A curse of the moon you once were, but now to a bringer of champions are."
He felt the energy leave his body. He felt it merge with the liquid, slowly turning it counterclockwise then clockwise. Releasing a breath he had been holding for concentration's sake, he opened his eyes.
The mixture had now turned milk white.
Wiggling his fingers, the liquid floated up filling a syringe.
He stared at the concoction pinched between two fingers. This would not only cure Remus but would cause him to seek out others. Any Werewolf he came in contact with that had the previous cursed virus would acquire the changed virus, curing them of their lack of control with a little practice.
It would also cause those cured to seek out others, spreading the cure throughout the world.
Shaking his head, he rubbed his eyes. He had been down here too long. Slipping the syringe into the inner pocket of his jacket, he made his way to the door, hoping for once he wouldn't dream of his parents' murder, the night he let the lust to test himself get the better of him.