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Author's Note: Sooo, I've started another new story, which of course means that I'll have less time to work on each story but meh, I like writing and hopefully you all like reading them. So please, read and review, until next time, ciao all and I hope you all like this chapter.

Chapter Three: The Pact

Jakob returns and Harry learns about the Pact…

For once in his life Harry Potter had found himself enjoying his birthday and he knew that he would always remember the day he turned thirteen with fondness. Even though he was glad for the presents from his friends, he found himself cherishing the fact that his snowy white owl, Hedwig, obviously cared so much about him that she had flown to France to make sure he was going to get at least one gift. It was a little strange that the thought of how much Hedwig obviously cared for him was more heart-warming to him, then getting presents from his friends had been. Maybe this oddity had something to do with the Pact he had entered? If it was he knew that he wouldn't know for sure until he awakened the other part that was still sleeping within him, thus causing Jakob to return and Harry had sworn to himself that he was going to interrogate Jakob until he had all the answers that he wanted.

He had thought that maybe he would be able to have a fairly decent summer holiday, except for the fact that his uncle had locked his things in the cupboard under the stairs, but he had stolen some of his books and homework to do. Then his "aunt Marge" had come for a visit and it had all gone wrong. He and his Uncle had made a deal that, if he could behave during the visit, then his Uncle would sign a form for him that would allow him to visit the wizarding village near Hogwarts; Hogsmeade. He had managed, barely, to restrain himself from doing something stupid but then, on the last night of Marge's visit, he had snapped. "Aunt Marge" had insulted his parent's one time too many and so he had lost control and his unrestrained magic had caused Marge to swell up like a balloon, knowing that he was in deep shit, Harry had quickly gathered his things and fled from the house.

He had no idea where he was going or what he was going to do, but he did know that he wasn't going to wait around for the Ministry to show up and snap his wand in two. Harry finally stopped in Magnolia Crescent and it was here that his panic really started to set in. He had just decided to try and fly to London on his Nimbus, when he felt a warning prickle on the back of his neck, something or someone was watching him. Clenching his wand tightly in his hand, Harry muttered a soft Lumos and tried to see clearly what he had seen, barely, down the shadowed alley like area across the road from him. Needless to say he was extremely shocked when there was a loud BANG and a flash of headlights, which gave him a quick glimpse of what looked like the offspring of a wolf and bear. Stunned that the magical community had something like the Knight Bus to help people get around, Harry nonetheless used it to get to Diagon Alley and unfortunately found himself in the hands of the Minister of Magic himself; Cornelius Fudge.

Harry had been terrified that he was going to be sent to Azkaban, the wizard prison, when Fudge caught him but all he got was an order to stay within the magical side of Diagon Alley. It seemed that he was getting off lightly for turning his "aunt" into a balloon and for this he was quite speechless. Why had he gotten into so much trouble the year before when Dobby had cast a levitation charm in his kitchen but this year he was allowed two Dursley free weeks? It didn't make any sense what-so-ever but he wasn't going to complain about it. After Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, had showed him to the room where he was staying, Harry greeted his enthusiastic owl and then thought on what had happened that night. Once again he had lost control of both himself and his magic, he hated that that could still happen to him and wished that there was some way for him to change that. As soon as this thought had entered his mind, Harry once again felt his lifeless heart give one solid thump and the feeling of liquid fire again burnt through his system. This time though, instead of bringing his emotions back, the liquid fire sent his nerve endings alight and when it was done he could feel how everything in his body worked. He could feel his magic and could sense how to control it without it getting out of control and he could sense how to control what his body did and didn't do. Harry had awakened the second part of the Pact and it had given him complete control over his own body.

The next day found Harry sitting in his room re-reading one of his old school books and he was so absorbed in it that he jumped slightly when a black owl flew through his window. Curious about who the bird belonged to, he took the letter that was attached to its leg and as soon as he did the owl flew off, obviously the sender wasn't expecting an answer. After the owl had left Harry opened the letter to find it was from Jakob.

Harry,

If you want to know how I know your name,

know it is because as soon as you awakened

both parts that have been sleeping in you I,

and the others like me, instantly knew who

you are. I promised that when you had done

so that I would return to explain some stuff to

you and that is what I'm going to do. I decided,

however, to send you this letter first to let you know

that as soon as I enter within eight feet of you, you

are going to experience tremendous pain. This should

hopefully only last for a little while, after which I will

explain to you that which you need to know.

Your humble servant, Jakob.

*What the?* was Harry's first thought after he'd read the letter but then all thought left him as he felt the pain that Jakob had warned him about. It started off with his heart starting to beat again and then progressed to feeling like every bone in his body was being shattered, joined by the feeling that his skin was being torn off bit, by tiny bit. In the distance Harry could swear that he heard a voice talking to him but what it was saying was completely lost to him in all the pain. He felt his top being removed, and then he felt, what had to be someone's hand, enter the hole in his chest and the words 'I give to you what was never mine, thus I fulfil the Pact' echoed strangely in his head. As soon as he felt the "hand" leave his body his heart and the pain, abruptly stopped, as though nothing had happened. There wasn't even any echoes of the pain as Harry gingerly sat up and looking down to his chest he noticed that it was once again covered in blood.

'Sorry about that' said Jakob's voice softly from his right and glancing that way Harry registered that Jakob also had a hole in his chest, just like his own and Jakob was also covered in blood.

'What just happened?' asked Harry calmly, glad of his new control of his body and thus he hadn't shouted angrily.

'Let me explain from the beginning,' said Jakob with a sigh, rubbing a hand over his face in exhaustion and for the first time Harry noticed that Jakob's eyes were no longer blue but the exact same shade of green as his own.

'Okay' agreed Harry, hoping that what he was about to hear would answer all that he wanted to know and this now included the change in Jakob's eye colour.

'A very long time ago a dying god crashed through a dimensional barrier into this world, the god was the last of its kind. A being known as an Eternal and because of how powerful it was, those from its own world had tried to force it into serving them, the god of course refused and was mortally wounded in its escape. Having crashed to the ground the god had resigned itself to dying alone when a few people from the nearby village who had seen the fall, approached the dying creature. The god sensed the sadness in these strange creatures and so spoke to them, asking them if they would each be willing to take on a different aspect of its power until a new, suitable, host had been found that could survive the joining. The villagers agreed and thus entered the Pact, which caused their chests to rip open and their hearts to stop beating, for they would never be truly alive again until such time as someone could complete the Pact in full.

Two parts of the Pact were sent out into the world, to a vessel that had not seen the god and the villagers instinctively knew what it was they had to do. They had to find this vessel and, after it had awakened its two sleeping parts, give it the parts of the Pact that each of them held in the hopes that the vessel would be strong enough to survive. The first vessel was not and because she was a part of the Pact she knew what she had to do and thus passed it onto another. Thus the Pact continued and the villagers spent decade after decade hoping that this time the vessel would survive but each time the vessel could not complete the Pact and thus it was once again passed on. The villagers were intrinsically tied to the Pact and the vessel that was chosen to try and hold all of the gods powers and because of this the villagers found that their eyes would always change, when the two sleeping parts already in within said vessel awoke, to the colour of the current vessel.

No one has ever completed the Pact and the main reason for this is because they fail to find their mate, the one who is like themselves while at the same time being their own person. The other reason is, of course, that the vessels have never been able to hold all that power. So the years have passed and we have waited, hoping and praying that soon a vessel would come and make whole what was broken and with every year that passes without success a part of us dies. It is no gift to live as long as we have and we long for the day when the vessel that can hold everything is born, so that we can finally have families of our own and find that last, peaceful rest. Now you have become the vessel, Harry, and it shall be your job to try and fulfil the Pact but know this, if you fail then you will die, there is no escaping this fate. We will now be drawn to you from all over the world and each time that one of us gets within eight feet of you, you will suffer that pain again until the part of the Pact that is carried within us is placed within you instead' explained Jakob and he gave Harry a sympathetic smile at the look on the boy's face.

'Are you saying that I'm going to be taken over by a god?' asked Harry incredulous.

'No, you will become the god'.

'Wonderful and how many other villagers are there?'

'Seventeen and don't forget that you must also find your mate, which will complete the process once it is accepted'.

'And all of this must be done before my seventeenth birthday, right? Why then? I could swear that Christian was older than that'.

'He was but your time limit to succeed is five years and it is that which determines when you must complete the Pact by'.

'Okay,' said Harry upset by what he had learnt but knowing there was no way out of it, 'Do you know why some ones scent would turn rotten?'

'The only reason a person's scent would disgust you is if that person really likes you but is not your mate, it is to keep you from going with the wrong person which would cause you to suffer such excruciating pain until you died' said Jakob, glad that Harry seemed to be accepting all that he'd been told without too much trouble.

'Right and, thanks' said Harry with a soft smile.

'You're welcome and now enjoy the rest of your holidays, I will always be somewhere close by now that you have my part of the Pact, so stay safe, Harry'.

'Wait,' said Harry as Jakob turned to leave, 'What part of the Pact did you hold?'

'Look in the mirror Harry and you will see it, oh and be careful around animals, they can sense what is happening to you and will flock to you as they seem to love the Eternal that you are becoming' said Jakob with an enigmatic smile and then he was gone.

'Look in the mirror he says' muttered Harry to himself and doing just that he was shocked by what he saw.

No wonder he had felt such pain in his whole body, as his whole body had been changed. His cheekbones had risen, his body had become more svelte and feminine and his skin had gotten an even golden brown tan to it all. There were no blemishes, his fingers were now elegantly tapered and to be quite honest he now had a completely fae look to his features and body. It was so strange to see how different he looked and he hoped that his friends wouldn't be too worried about what had happened to him, though he knew they would be. He couldn't tell them what had happened he somehow knew that this would be a bad idea, but maybe Ron and Hermione would understand and would keep it a secret, after all, wasn't that what best friends were for? He would trust Ron and Hermione when he next saw them and until then he would contemplate all that he had learned and hope for the best, would he be the one to complete the Pact and thus free Jakob and the others from their hell on earth?