That Which is Broken Chapter Three
A/N: This chapter is really short but necessary to move the story.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters you recognize.
Larry left his meeting with the Headmistress with a plan. He was going to join the same work team as Harry and see just how badly his idiot brother had screwed things up this time. A house-elf named Wibbley showed Larry were the workmen were staying. Larry waited until the elf left, melded into the shadows, and waited until morning.
The next morning Larry slid out of the shadows and took up pace alongside Harry.
"Hey," Harry said, noticing the newcomer."You're new on the team."
Larry nodded, hoping the robes he was wearing covered his tentacles.
"I'm Harry," he said, extending his hand.
Larry grasped it and shook it firmly. "Larry," he said, pointing at himself. "I went to school here a long time ago. This seemed like the perfect time to pay her back."
"Have we met? You look familiar."
"I doubt it. I've been abroad for many years."
"You don't look that old," Harry commented as they walked down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
"I age well," Larry commented, following Harry to the Gryffindor table that Harry sat at out of habit.
The tables were suddenly laden with all sorts of breakfast foods. Larry filled his plate with every kind of meat that was on the table and tucked in. Harry watched as he devoured several plates filled solely with meat.
"Master Larry," a ghostly voice called out from above the Hufflepuff table. The Fat Friar came into sight and floated towards the table. "It's so good to see you again." The Friar chuckled. "How did that other nasty business play out?"
"Uhm, yeah ..." Larry stammered, swallowing a bit of sausage. He realized that Harry was now staring at him. "It went fine; everything's back to normal."
"Well, as normal as it can be for a Harbinger, huh?" The Friar laughed and floated away.
Harry started at the word 'Harbinger.' He had heard Professor Sinistra say that very word the night before. Harry looked at the man sitting beside him and noticed that while he looked normal there was something else. Something in the man's eyes looked not quite human and decidedly dangerous.
"Who are you, really?" Harry asked.
"Let's take a walk," Larry said, standing up. "You can bring your wand if you don't trust me."
Harry looked at him and pondered his choices. He nodded, finally deciding something, then stood up and left through the main gate with Larry.
"Here's the deal," Larry started to explain, walking by the lake. "I am here to help you figure some stuff out. The universe is made up of an infinite number of dimensions, each one unique while at the same time similar to those around it. Sometimes things go wrong." Larry picked up a rock and skipped it across the surface of the lake. "When they do she sends me to fix it."
Harry, who had been listening quietly, asked, "Who's she?"
Larry smiled. "Gaia, the Earth goddess. The mother of all creation. She tends to get testy when her handiwork gets messed up."
"So when it does she sends you?"
"That's the idea."
"So then why are you here? There's nothing wrong. Voldemort is dead," Harry said, his voice turning dark. "Everyone is happy and going on with their lives."
"Not everyone," Larry said, looking at his brother.
Harry bent over and picked up a rock. "Everyone that matters," he said, flinging it angrily across the lake.
Larry looked at his brother and shook his head. "Are you fucking kidding me? Look, Nancy, you need to wake up and realize what you could have." Larry started to pace, slowly growing in size. "You know, I've been to about a million different realities, and in each and every one you are a whiney little bitch!" Harry jumped back at the force of Larry's words. "Always moping around crying about one thing or another," Larry growled, shooting out a tentacle and grabbing the front of Harry's work clothes, pulling him close to his face. "Well I got news for ya, Sunshine, I'm here to make sure you get yer happily ever after," Larry growled and tossed Harry aside like a rag doll. "Even if it kills you."
Harry pulled himself out of the mud in time to see Larry stomping off towards the castle still muttering to himself.
