The first part of the plan was to stop Albus Dumbledore from possessing the six original magical artifacts. The ones that had existed since, well... Existence!

The first was easy enough. The reaper cloak. Also known as the third Deathly Hallow. Harry had it in his trunk at Hogwarts, so a quick fetch and collect by Aether solved that issue.

Next was the Sword of Gryffindor, which would be more awkward. It was in the office Fumbledick - "Harry James Ivanov-Potter, how dare you use such foul language!!" - and would require a well used opportunity. They didn't want Albus - too many names - Dumbledore to have a heads up.

Equally difficult would be the 'deluminator'. Once again an item in the not-so-light wizard's repertoire, they were fortunate he hadn't figured out it's true purpose. It was not, as he'd claimed, made by himself, but by the only deity wizard-kind believed in - Mahjanghu. The real function was to return lost souls to those kissed by dementors. Yet this power could be abused; it could remove souls too. This was, in fact, the very way dementors were birthed. A horrific side affect.

The fourth was the holy grail, otherwise thought to be Helga Hufflepuff's cup... It wasn't a fix all, it merely enhanced healing potions, draughts and treatments. Only Mahjanghu's heir could use it as a heal all and he had seemingly vanished into the ether. Sure, there were sightings, but those were unconfirmed.

Five was the VERY first basilisk. Borne of the explosive magicks of the big bang, she was to be a perfect familiar to the Pure One. A prophesied wizard who would bring balance to the energies of the universe.

Finally, six was the prophesied wizard himself. In the only scripture found, it stated that a already legendary boy would be bound to two females and had earthshaking abilities. It was blatantly obvious that Harry was the wizard.

The phases of planning had to be done as and when they happened, for changes could be significant, destroying any preestablished ideas.

They'd just finished wrapping up, so Aether flashed the new golden trio back to Hogwarts. But this was an area, they'd never seen before. And Harry was certain it wasn't on the Marauder's Map.

It was regally decorated. Pure, white marble coated the floor, with intricately carved pillars of platinum, inset with deep emerald.

Red velvet carpet was perfectly slotted into slight indents on the pathways.

Thick, mahogany doors lined the back wall.

On the wall to their right was a section the size of the Great Hall that had been removed. The marble lined walls were so crisp, they could've been excavated with a laser.

But that wasn't the most poignant part of this architectural feature. No, that was the enormous glowing hunk of floating rock.

The rock consisted of every known precious stone and some not known, all placed so that there were no clashes, no eyesores, just that they complemented eachother.

Lastly, at the front of the room was a monumental phoenix carving that looked exactly like Aether. While this rested on the wall, beneath it were three thrones. One emerald, one mahogany obsidian and one made of spessartite garnets.

The three instantly knew, this room was a part of Hogwarts, created moments after their bonding, with them in mind. They also knew they could apparate in and out with no issues.

"Well. I'm done." Exclaimed Harry, turning to go to the door he knew led to his new bedroom.

It was not to be...

A loud crack and thud were heard.

Dobby was on their marble staircase leaking blood onto the steps.

The copious amounts of fluid gushed, sliding down each step, one by one.

Harry Ivanov-Potter was frozen in shock.

As was Ginny Potter.

Not Hermione Potter, though.

"Aether!!" A flash.

"Yes, Hermio-"

"Cry!! On this house elf."

"As you wish..."

The trickle of tears appeared to have no effect.

Harry was frantic.

Ginny was trying to comfort him.

Hermione was analysing the situation.

A quiet gasp uttered a squeaky phrase: "I is not feeling so good, master Harry Potter sir."

Harry locked eyes with him.

"I is not wanting to go."

Harry gave an anguished roar. Lighting crackled around him. Wind rushed around the room. And a gold cup became visible in his hand.

The commander that Harry truly was came into being. He was in his Napoleonic military uniform, a glowing, glass-like sword strapped to his side and a vial of basilisk venom in his hand.

He poured it in the cup, swished it around thrice and caught thirteen of Aether's tears in it. He then splashed it over Dobby's body seven times, each splash getting larger, till there was no fluid left.

A tense several moments passed, in which everyone, sans Harry, waited nervously.

And Dobby crumbled into dust and blew away in the wind...

"Harry, what the hell have you done!?" Ginny dangerously asked.

Harry didn't respond. He just hummed.

"Harry James Ivanov-Potter, why are you acting like someone didn't just die on our floor!?"

There was edge to her tone. There was also still a disturbing quantity of blood coating the stairs.

Harry simply called, "Dobby!" and started humming again.

The girls blinked a couple of times, stunned at his disregard for the fact Dobby had died. Right in front of them.

A squeak from behind made them whip around and recoil in disbelief.

"How's may Dobby be helping yous?"

There stood the house elf before them, still in his bloodstained pillowcase, with no visible harm whatsoever.

"Could you please clean up your blood and freshen up, before telling us what happened to you?" Harry requested.

"I is doing that, master Harry Potter sir."

A/N: Someone please review. I need to know if there are any issues. I have to deal with them myself, because I haven't a beta reader.