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Harry didn't thing that he would miss anything while he was gone, he was wrong. From what he had been able to gather as he roamed through the streets of Ogrimmer undetected, while he had been going back and forth between the Harpies and the Orc's, Rexxar Rokhan and Misha had been doing all kinds of adventures. First they had attacked and defeated a gang of koboids (basically a race of) who were led by a giant koboid known as Nogrinn Onetooth, then they had met up with a Pandarian (basically a race that seemed 60% panda 40% human and were amazing masters of martial arts), though not just any Pandarian but a Pandarian Brewmaster, one of the most distinguished titles in their culture, who had them gather ingredients for his latest brew, and then offered to joined them when it didn't turn out two well. Then they had adventured with Drek'thar, to find out what had gotten the thunder lizards at thunder ridge riled up before, finding out about an impending human attack on one of the Orc's outpost's. Thrall had immediately sent Bloodfeather's pack to reinforce the outpost, party because they were the fastest reinforcements he could send and partly as a test of their loyalty. It was something that probably saved most of the lives of the soldiers in that outpost as by the time the Harpies had reached the humans had already launched an attack.

Meanwhile he had been stuck acting as an intermediate between Drek'Thar (who was replaced by an old orc advisor named Eggit at several intervals) and the Harpy Leaders (who had managed to arrive surprisingly fast), and had to watch them play politics for what seemed like days on end in his mind, before finally being dispatched with the Harpy Messengers to Stormtalion mountain, to collect several materials for Drek'thar. Fortunately all the endless hours of what seemed like mental torture for Harry, finally seemed to pay off as by the time he was ready to leave, he had already gained several powerful allies for his true campaign and had plans to gain the respect of the Green Dragonflight, if not a shaky alliance with them.

That was another issue as he entered the hall were Thrall was meeting with Drek'thar, Eggit, Rokhan and Rexxar. The Warchief was currently pacing around the room, a very distressed look on his face. It was no surprise really, Thrall had let Rokhan and Rexxar take his place for a meeting with a human embassy as he personally needed to be there to set the treaty with the Harpies in stone. Unfortunately the meeting with the Humans turned out to be an assassination attempt meant for Thrall. Something which had really shaken the orc up as he thought he had a strong alliance with Jaina Proudmoore after the battle of Mount Hyjal, and he was expressing that very thought as he said "I just can believe that Jaina would try something like this."

"Neither she, nor those in her command would" said a voice that seemed to come from everywhere in the room at once. The Warchief's hand immediately shot for his hammer, as did Rexxar's and Rokhan's though he did notice that neither Drek'Thar nor Eggit, reached for their weapons or got into any defensive position. Indeed the only acknowledgement to the threat that they showed was a flicker of surprised on their faces which immediately turned into a look of expiration, which meant the threat was obviously no threat at all. Taking a moment to place the voice, which wasn't difficult considering that it was obviously human and there was only one human allowed in Ogrimmar at that moment.

"Reveal yourself Wizard" Thrall said and immediately there was a shimmer beside his feet before the form of Harry James Potter appeared, kneeling down on one knee and facing the Warchief who immediately said "Arise and take a seat Harry… and since you obviously know something about this pathetically unsuccessful attempt at my life, why don't you do us a favor and enlighten us."

"Of course Warchief" as he took the only available seat, which incidentally was right beside Thrall himself. Harry absently wondered if the orc had left that seat empty on purpose but a larger part reminded him that it was better not to dwell on things that he would probably never know. Taking a deep breath he spoke "Warchief, though I would rather not bring up your past I kindly ask you to bear for me, at least in this brief moment. I am well aware you were brought up by humans under the care of Lord Blackwood to be precise, and considering on how well you seem to be managing the Horde, He must have had you politically trained as well."

Thrall, though slightly angry that he had to think about that man again knew that the human would not have brought it up without good cause and nodded his head saying "Yes he did, though I never understood why."

"He was grooming you Far Seer. You would have always ended up Warchief of the Horde... one way or the other" Harry replied making Thrall's eyes go wide. He now understood what would have happened if Thalia hadn't helped him escape. In a few yeas time he would have been completely under that man's thumb as he was taking more and more interest in Thrall's training and he would have used that to take control of the Horde. Thrall shuddered at the thought of what Blackwood would do if he had the Horde at his beck and call. And at just how far his people would have fallen. Harry waited. Though Thrall showed no outward signs he could see it in his eyes that the man… er orc… er whatever… needed a bit of time to compose himself, a moment later Harry continued to speak knowing that the Warchief was as composed as he could be at that moment. "Tell me Warchief knowing what you know of how human politics works, what would you rank Theremore isle as?"

Thrall was about to answer that he thought of Jaina's kingdom as just that… a kingdom. But then he thought about the question, seriously thought about it before he replied "Considering just what I know about Human politics and knowing just how ruthless it is, I would say that a good majority of the alliance kingdoms would consider Theremore to be a colony, at the best."

"Indeed and leaders of Colonies are often looked down upon and Hierarchically speaking, their positions are nowhere close to being near the top." Harry said "Looking at Jaina herself though, she is literally the youngest Archmagi the Kirin Tor have ever produced. Something that now means nothing as their Kingdom of Dalaran has been raised to the ground, as well as the daughter of the Adramal of Kul'Thras. Again something that will mean nothing as everybody in that kingdom hates the Horde, probably more than you hate Demons Warchief. She would be branded as a traitor to her people if she tried to defend the Horde from our race. Though she has a negated a treaty between you and her people after the events at Mount Hyjal, politically speaking she doesn't have the authority to authorize a ceasefire, much less a treaty of the magnitude you, Tyranda and she signed, and no self-respecting high-ranked human officer would follow through with it… I guess that goes to show you exactly just the kind of bigots and idiots lead my race."

Harry slumped back into his chair at that thought. The mindset of the humans towards other races here was worse that the general feeling of Noble pureblood towards muggle-borns. Then again, considering that a good majority of the lesser races were primitive beast that wanted nothing more than carnage like Koboids and Azerothian Centaurs for example… and that the Horde was an invading army from another PLANET, and were in service to DEMONS at the time, He guessed that they had a lot more reason than the Purebloods back on his home world did. Still it was just not right.

"That is troubling, very troubling" said Thrall "I have already commissioned a Goblin Zepplin for you all… well it was actually for Rexxar, Rokhan and Chen, but I doubt the Goblins will mind having one more. The Darkspear tribe have already established a settlement there. After you speak with Vojin I want you to find Samuro, who will be able to guide you to Theremore Isle. Find Jaina Proudmoore explain to her the situation and find out what exactly her position in all this is."

"Warchief, may I make a suggestion" Harry asked

"You may."

"War is inevitable. We all know that, might I suggest that you use this time to gather the Horde for war." Harry said "The Tauren are in Muglore so they will be the easiest to rally. The trolls of Echo isle are already prepared for war. But you can use this time to gather the clans, the orc clans as well as the scattered settlements of the Darkspear and Tauren that are no where near their capitol. Use this time to send Eggit and Bloodfeather to rally the Harpies who will be better air support that all your orc wind-riders and troll bat-masters together… And, with your permission Warchief there is one other race the Horde can call to arms."

"Which is?"

"Ogre's" Harry replied in a simple voice "The two biggest clans of Ogre's in Azeroth are currently here in Kalamdor. One of which from the night elves reports, is north of Samuro's northern camp. The Stonemaul Ogres could be of great asset to us Warchief and I am sure that if you send out aerial scouts you may be able to locate a member of that tribe."

"What about the other?" Thrall asked

"The Guntek tribe" said Harry "is currently based in northern Ashenvale in the ruins of Dire Maul. Had I the ability to create a portal to that place I would, but unfortunately I neither have that skill, nor have any way to learn that skill."

"Maybe you do" said Drek'Thar as he took out a old worn out book which looked to have way too many pages than it should. This is one of my last spell-books. It was originally an Arcane spell-book which I had taken from the leader of the Archmagi of the Kirin Tor as a war Trophy when I had defeated him in the second war. Later on I had added most of my knowledge of Shamanic magic as well as other parts. This book has about 35% shamanic magic, 45% Arcane magic, 10% Neather magic, and the last 10% is dedicated to combining the latter two. I vividly remember reading about teleportation spells and means of mass teleportation in this book. Perhaps the way may lie in this book of mine."

"I will neither ask how you came across Neather Magic old friend" Thrall growled "Nor why you have copies of it in what seems to be a personal book to you. But remember, should I ever sense you consorting with Darker entities, my policy will remain the same as it always has Drek'Thar."

"It will not come to that Thrall, I assure you" Drek'Thar said hurriedly. Thrall's policy was very clear of those who were caught consorting or trying to consort with demons, a death sentence carried out with the help of the weapon that has been passed down from Warchief to Warchief, 'Doomhammer'.

"It better not" Thrall replied, taking in a deep breath, letting his voice return to normal before he spoke again "But now we all know what we have to do. Eggit, you will go to Bloodfeather and together you two will rally the Harpies, it is time for them to prove their loyalty to the Horde. Broxangar, I want you to go to your northern most clans, chiefly the Warsong clan in the Glutch. They will be our most useful in this endeavor. Bring their entire might back and if you must leave a skeleton guard that has no affiliation with that clan what so ever. Vivok, you and I shall go and gather all the clans that we need for this endeavor, without weakening the strength of our border. Rexxar, if you are willing, I would like you to go with Rokhan and try to gain the allegiance of the Stonemaul Ogres. Harry, that just leaves you. I would like Chen Stormstout to accompany you to meet her. Though I do have faith in your own skills, we never let one of our own go in alone."

"Perhaps Thrall, but I can easily blend in with the humans of Theremore Isle" said Harry "If worst comes to worst then I can easily blend in, something that Chen will not be able to accomplish. Besides I do have a few ways quick ways of escaping the Isle if things start to get messy, something that both Rexxar and Rokhan have experienced first hand."

Harry grinned and nearly laughed out loud at the sick faces the two of them made. The warcheif thought things over before he said "Very well Harry, I'll allow you to travel to Theremore alone, I just ask that you be careful."

"Warchief, if I may" said Drek'Thar, "I would like permission to accompany them, at least up until the Darkspears new settlement, it think that it may prove useful."

"Granted" said Thrall "You all know what you have to do, and I wish you all good luck in your endeavors. Lok Thar Ogar!"

With that the meeting was drawn to a close and everyone got up to make their way out of the room before Thrall said "Oh, and Harry"

"Yes Warcheif" the wizard replied before being forcibly slammed onto the adjacent wall through magic. Thrall advanced slowly and menacingly on the struggling wizard with his Hammer in hand. Harry himself could only watch in pure undiluted fear as the Warcheif got closer and closer. A small part of his mind absentmindedly thought that his Boggart would no longer be a Dementor, but rather the Warcheif advancing closer and closer to him. Thrall was by far scarier than even a hundred Dementors and was easily the scariest thing he had ever seen. It was easy to understand why he was the leader of the Horde. If his very presence could instill this much fear his powers in battle must be legendary.

"Never approach me cloaked like that again or sneak into one of my meeting like that again Wizard, or there will be consequences" Thrall, who was just a hair's breath from Harry, growled menacingly "Do I make myself clear!"

"Crystal" Harry replied meekly.

Harry was sitting on the deck of the zeppelin going through Drek'Thar's spell book, trying desperately to keep his mind off what had happened an hour ago. Harry knew that he had been literally at the Warcheif mercy. Even after all his encounters with Voldemort, even after facing the Basilisk in the second year, he always had a fighting chance, he knew that no matter how low the odds seemed to be there was always a way to get out of there alive, a way to survive, a way to live and to fight another day. That wasn't there with Thrall. The orc literally had him at his mercy and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. Worse he knew that there was absolutely no way he could avoid the same situation if Thrall and he ever became enemies. The Warcheif had slammed him into a wall with pure spiritual magic with practical ease, and he had done so with a look of cool indifference. Harry knew that Thrall didn't mean to be threatening. What he had done was just a simple warning, but it helped Harry to understand just how far out of his league he was.

The worse thing about it was that both Tyranda and Shandriss are stronger them him and Malfurion can defeat both of those female night elves together… and when he actually thought about it, the Archdruid had a very real possibility of failing when it came to fighting Oxynia. Harry actually paled at that. It was only now that he considered the magnitude of danger he was in when he had met with Oxynia. He highly doubted that any of the protections he had put up would have held for longer then mere minutes if she had decided to attack him with her full wrath. Fortunately the meeting had gone well otherwise he would have likely been a stain on the floor. He also knew that any of the aspects could defeat the Broodmother of the Dragonflights and the people he was tasked with defeating could easily take on all 5 aspects and walk away the winner.

'Or had the potential to' Harry silently corrected in his mind when he thought about Arthus and the Lich king. He would take care of those two before they had the chance to grow powerful, and perhaps earn Sylvanas Windrunner's eternal allegiance along the way.

But then his mind went back to what Death herself had said when he had asked for his wishes "You have chosen wisely."

But that didn't make any sense. Here he was stuck on a planet which had dozens of beings who could make Voldemort look as dangerous as a cute little puppy, and yet he had chosen something that didn't increase his overall advantages in a fight in any way. He had chosen gift that would help him live his life peacefully and maybe help improve the lives of others when he was done. His gift was not wise… or was it?

If he had chosen power it would his. He would not know the best way to use it, or not fall prey to it. It was just like Dumbledore had indicated Power Corrupts. If he had asked for power would he have fallen prey to it? He didn't know. But he had a base, a good strong base. He had the knowledge of the four Mauraders.

James Potter and Sirius Black had had immediately joined the Auror's after his graduation and they finished their three year course in just two years before flying up the ranks of Auror's with a speed that had never been seen before. Remus Lupin, a werewolf, someone who the treated as with a behavior worthy of the greatest Pureblood Bigot towards a Squib by all corners of society, and yet had a decent stable job until he had given it up during Harry's third year when Dumbledore had requested him to teach DADA, and probably could be considered as the best Teacher in that subject in the past 50 years. Peter Pettegrew was a known coward and a traitor. Still despite this he was looked as one of the most valuable Death Eaters in Voldemorts eyes due to his skills in herbology and potions and not even Severus Snape, who by the time of the Second War was recognized as THE best potions master in Britain (Harry actually checked), was better than him, perhaps just as good, but not better.

He had the abilities of all four of these men when they had finished their sixth year (for it was at that time that they had successfully managed to create the map), he had the potential to be even greater than all four of them combined. He couldn't just be satisfied with the abilities he currently had. He would take every opportunity to train his skills and hone his abilities till he became the best he possibly could be.

A few feet away the Far Seer Drek'Thar watched the Wizard with a mixture of curiosity and worry. The human had been quiet throughout the entire trip, either reading or thinking, though more often than not it was the latter. He supposed he shouldn't really be surprised, after all Thrall had done a wonderful job at intimidating him. As Warchief, he really could not let Harry get away with at least a stern warning irrespective if the public at large would never know what he did, since the wizard would never intentionally undermine the Orc's authority. Still Drek'Thar was worried that Thrall may have been over the top. As a Far Seer as well as the man who ad personally trained Thrall in the Shamanistic arts he could tell that what his pupil had done was far from as effortless as he had made it look. In fact he was surprised that Thrall had managed to stay on his two feet long enough to escort them to the entrance of Ogrimmar before retreating back to his keep and into his personal chamber, much less look as if he was fine and there was absolutely nothing wrong at all.

Still he knew that the Human by now would have been thinking long and hard as what he would have perceived to be how effortless it would have been for the Warchief to end him. Don't get Drek'Thar wrong, he was sure that Thrall could defeat Harry if it came down to a battle, but it would be a long and hard battle and there would be no doubt that the Warchief would walk away with more than a few scars.

The spirits had told him that it would be wise to accompany them in this journey, but not why? He could see a lot of potential in each and every one of the members of this crew. Harry hadn't been a part of the team since it has first started, but he was still welcomed back and treated as a trusted member. Rokhan was originally a Shadow Hunter, one who was distrustful of outsiders and who had been assigned to Rexxar and Harry to keep a close eye on both of them and take them out if necessary. Now, well Drek'Thar was willing to bet that the Troll now considered the three of them amongst his closest of friends. Rexxar was a veteran of the first and second wars who had grown weary of all the fighting and had become a nomad to escape it all. Now the Far Seer was sure he had finally found a place he could call home, and as for Chen…

The Orc watched the Brewmaster walk over with 4 mugs of Goblin Ale passing one each to Rexxar and Rokhan, both of whom had been staring at the human with some worry before all three of them sat down beside Harry and they all started exchanging stories about their various adventures. Drek'Thar couldn't help but smile, these four, all from different backgrounds and all from different races, were really close to each other. And that, more than anything else gave the Far Seer Hope for the Future.

A light breeze swept over Dustwallow marsh. The Darkspear tribe had set up a new village here just like the Tauren had set up a home in the near by land known as Muglore when they had freed themselves from the oppressive grasp of the centaur. This area, was a place of new beginnings for the Horde and Harry hated the fact that a part of it would soon become a battleground between two opposing armies…

"Harry" said Drek'Thar causing the wizard to turn around and face the old wise orc "We are almost at the village."

"I see, then I guess its time I left." He had already spoken to he other members of his party citing that since he was a human (the same race that had destroyed his tribes home) and an embassy of the Night Elves (a race that the Trolls had a long history of antagonism towards) that it would be better if he wasn't there when they arrived at the village. Rokhan had said that his tribe wouldn't hold anything against the young wizard but Harry was determined. "Drek'Thar, according to my knowledge there will be a human outpost somewhere nearby, can you please head to that new outpost and fortify an area near by. Set down the stones like I showed you so that I will b able to Travel there with Lady Proudmoore if she doesn't believe my claim of hostile humans."

"I will my friend" said the old Orc as he watched the young wizard turn into a Raven and fly of just as the Zepplin landed and the rest of his companions came up to stand beside him. He took in a warm breath of air and watched as a slightly old Troll, flanked by two large Troll Headhunters (spearmen) made their way up to meet them. That old troll was Vojin, the leader of the dark-spear tribe and as soon as he reached them he began to speak.

"Greetings mon. My tribe be honored by your visit, though I know you got big matters to be attendin to. Sneaking onto Theramore Isle by yourself be no easy task" said Vojin "Da human forces be having an outpost several miles from here and that quickest way to Theremore isle is exactly southwest from that area. And if you be needing any help an old friend of mine be living there. He may be able to get you across unnoticed."

"Ah Samuro" said Drek'Thar "I had been wondering where that old Blademaster finally settled down. Should have known he would be somewhere around this area with both Muglore and Manakith tribe in easy reach."

'Samuro is one of the orc's best blademasters, who represent the some of the finest warrior in the Horde and would easily be able to hold a small location against many foes, especially if I'm there with him' Drek'Thar thought as he began thinking about one of the wizard's more unique abilities and the favor Harry had asked of him.

"Rexxar" said Vojin as they entered a hut "Our scouts found this wounded ogre near the borderlands, despite his wounds he came all he way here seeking help. Listen to what he has to say mon."

"Must help. New warlord… conquer clan. Killed many warriors… lead clan to ruin. Brothers… not survive. Me… seek help."

"New Warord Huh? Don't worry friend, I think I can help you." said Rexxar before he said to the Troll leader "Have the witch doctors tend to his wounds, Vojin. I'm going to pay a little visit to his clan and meet this new warlord for myself"

"Take Chen and Rokhan with you" said Drek'Thar "I need to pay a visit to an old friend of mine to set up a place for our fifth member to return to."

"Understood."

It had taken him three and a half hours, three and a half hours of constant flying before he arrived at Theremore isle and he spent another half an hour just circling the thing and examining its defenses from his own point of view. He had to say whoever built it was a master at what he or she did. The city design was a perfect balance between artistic and militaristic. Excluding the outer walls and the harbors this city had at least a dozen sectors that Harry could notice easily. Probably more that he couldn't. from the ones that he could make out, each sector was separated by thousand of galleons of flowing water that were, while artistic in design, wide enough to allow three battleships to sail side by side with no problem. The sectors were connected by either artistically designed stone bridges, or just as beautiful draw bridges. And Harry could notice that all the bridges had a very specific runic design on them, the exploding kind.

And that when he started to take a look at the stones that bordered the channels of water and came to one very specific conclusion. Whoever built this place must have been a rune-master of the highest order. Each and every single one of hose stones had three specific interlinked runic arrays. The first one was an electric runic array that was sure obscure that if he didn't have Sirius knowledge of the Black Library he would have failed t recognizes it. And, if judging from the section dedicated to runes in the spell book Drek'Thar gave him, Harry sincerely doubted that this was knowledge available to the general arcane-user or rune-weaver. Or even the advance ones to be frank as according to the inscription at the back, this book originally belonged to a member of Dalaran's council of six.

AU; if anyone doesn't know Dalaran's council of six is the ruling party of Dalaran and its members are considered to be the six most powerful Archmagi in the alliance.

The second array was a weight sensor. Basically under normal conditions the rune wouldn't be activated but if a good amount of pressure was applied, like say someone was trying to pull themselves out of the water, the runes would activate and they would be in for the shock of their lives…. Or rather the shock that would end their lives, and as for the third, well that was like a remote activator. Basically th first runic array wouldn't be activated if the second wasn't activated and the second wouldn't activate, even if there was an elephant standing over it(and at that point Harry made a mental to note to check if those animals existed in this world as their tusks made for powerful potion ingredients) unless the third rune array was activate, and that array could only activate from some remote location, which was most likely Jaina's tower (as it was publicly called though it really looked more like a keep than a tower).

When all this was said and done Harry would really have to find the person who was responsible for this and shake his hand before asking for lessons. Despite knowing what each runic array did, Harry had absolutely no idea how to even begin drawing one of them, much less linking them so intricately and securely as was done on each stone. But that was an issue for another time.

The ruler of Theremore isle was sitting in her own private garden, completely and utterly alone, was its ruler, Jaina Proundmoore itself. The Master of the Deathly Hallows circled her for a few moments thinking about the best way to handle this meeting and then finally settling on one. He would probably be flat out lying and accusing the female of Archmagi the whole time, but it had the possibility to yield the best results... or ensure that the ruler of Theremore isle was fully backing her father, one of the two.

Harry landed right in front of her, changed back to human just a few feet from her. Took out an axe that Drek'Thar had given him with one hand, and in his other hand he held the elder wand, ready to fight or to take flight, whichever was necessary.

"Who are you?" came the voice of the meditating Archmagi "Your armor is that of a Night Elf's and you carry the axe of an Orc, but you are undoubtedly human. So tell me, what are you?"

"What I am… I am the result of what could happen if there was compassion and understanding between the Alliance, Horde and the Night Elves" said Harry "I am Harry James Potter, messenger of the Night elves, a member of the temple of Elune and a personal friend of the Warcheif, the same Warcheif that you tried to kill. He is curious why your warriors encroach on the land of the Horde and threaten them with war."

"What are you talking about?" said Jaina with a voice that had an edge of steel, as she stood up her eyes open with a look that screamed danger "I do not seek Thrall's death, nor do I have any intention of betraying the pact that we made."

"Perhaps, but the fact remains that your ships and warriors are attacking the Horde and it is only the Warcheif respect for you that keeps him from declaring full out war on your people" Harry replied "In fact there is a huge encampment filled with your warriors on the shores of Dustwallow marsh, just outside the new home of the Darkspear tribe and Muglore, the home of the Tauren."

"Lead me to these Warriors, Harry Potter" she said "I want to see them for myself!"

"Very well" said Harry as he took out an Orcish scroll that signified would signify his alliance to the Horde to any Orcish commander who doubted his word "Take a hold of this scroll and whatever you do don't let go until I say so, and you shall see the invaders for yourself"

Jaina took hold of the scroll and Harry activated the portkey causing the two of them to disappear from Theremore isle.

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