Disclaimer Harry Potter and all its characters belong to J.K. Rowling
So, fourth chapter yay! Umm thanks to my follower's you guys are champs. My apologies for the weird alien world crap but it will hopefully slot into my story rather nicely later even though right now I know it looks like word barf with all the creature and being crap. Points that matter is upon Harry's death he got yanked into a different place then yanked down onto this dead world as a lost soul and now he touches something he shouldn't so shits about to get a lot more solid again with actual you know dialogue and interaction. Also going to be introducing some OCs that are very important, so I hope they are not bland or just irritating. Also sorry for the delay had to do some moving plus uni issues and job hunting and basically, I'm a hungry broke bitch.
Chapter 4 – May die
Sinking deeper and deeper into a thick black ichor, the suffocating sludge like substance pressing in and constricting the new being the serpent becoming one with the substance that was compressing the new alien creature. Lower and lower it sunk into the depth before a sudden piercing pain began in its misshapen forehead. An alien thing in this oily abyss radiated out from its scarred and misshapen forehead, light followed by sound began to emit. First, a green light that sung of death and hate and pain long past, then gold that radiated warmth and love and rang with the power of self-sacrifice. Finally, some pathetic wisps of grey smoky light dribbled from the old wound accompanied by the sound of pathetic wails and pained hisses. As the being sunk lower and lower the light continued to emit as did the mixing of sounds. The creatures journey down ended with an impact on the soft ground of this black sea, all but the grey light since ceased their showing while the grey only grew in volume. Slowly it slithered out and down to the ground writhing into a shape, then a form followed by a concept and finally an idea. It was slim or emancipated, it looked like a paper cut out of something that was once humanoid it held no distinct features aside from two small glowing points on its head that took the human position of eyes.
The being stared at this wisp that had formed within it. Curiosity drove it to move forward and investigate this new development but before deductions could begin the wisp leapt towards the being bringing down the appendage meant to replicate an arm across the torso of being in an attempt of an attack. The wisp had no physical means of causing damage, but intent meant something in this broken realm and thus the being felt its body torn into. Gone was the state of naïve curiosity found was the rage and desire. The being grabbed at the wisps appendage, the one that dared to strike him and yanked with strength and hate that resulted in the removal of the limb. Agony emanated from the wisp and the appendage was dispersed in the inky surroundings.
The wisp struck back its head whipping forward and sinking into the beings. Thoughts and ideas, it did not own nor know where torn from its head and into the wisps. The being brought its legs up and kicked away from the wisp granting it the separation from the wisps intrusive gathering. The small red eyes had grown in magnitude and emittance their crimson shone with new intelligence and understanding. Without warning the wisp brought its remaining arm to bear and the being was rendered helpless as a surge of force blasted it backwards and onto its back. As he climbed back to his feet the being witnessed the wisp summon their surroundings into itself the eldritch fluids giving it a body and granting its will a physical form. The being recognising this process as the same that was bestowed unto himself lunged forward with primal fury tackling the wisp to the floor and separating from its concentration. He rained blows down upon its defenceless form but even as he tore and damaged it the eldritch fluid continued to sink into the wisp. Once the grey had disappeared and now a black body with grey outline was made a blast of force launched the being away once more an up higher into the abyssal ocean they found themselves in. Below him the wisp was no longer spectral it had a body and strength it gazed up at him with hunger and desire and the being felt something new from it. A name, this thing formed from his own insides dared to have something he did not. With a fresh spark of rage the being opened its jagged jaw and let out a wretched bestial howl that tore through the fluid and slammed the despicable named thing into the sediment of the floor.
The rush of envious hate gave him a power which the being used with his arms tearing at the liquid for purchased he clawed his way to the named thing and slammed his own mass into it. The clash began the wretched beings sharp and twisted body clawed and shredded the solid former wisps each jagged broken part etching its way through the named things form. But the named thing did not go silently now blows of forceful intent commands demanding distance struck the being and tried to dislodge him only to be met with the indomitable desire to stand strong and not be shook. Seeing its attacks fall short the named this opened its now solid maw and bit into the twisted neck of the being. Suddenly weakness and subjugation slimed its way through the space around the being's star and echoes of names unknown began to take up positions of precious hate. The being torn its neck from the maw to see it had grown sharp jagged implements hanging from the roof of its clutching jaw. Whispers of the named things corrupting being now where trying to weaken the beings hold on itself to make it lost once more. Voldemort, the named thing had taken a memory the being had never known nor possessed and somehow made itself whole on that alone. Realising the being was outclassed and quickly losing itself to the corruption of the named this the being looked inwards to try and find its own memory its own solidifying force.
While it did, however, Voldemort attacked again causing the ocean to crash into the being from all sides its arm conducting the motions of force and energy to batter and destroy the being hunger driving its moves to be sharp and powerful which in turn tore the beings skin and flesh and clawed its strength into his form. But the being did not have to search for grasping the only name it knew that of Harry Potter it found the word of magic which it quickly followed to the power the force wielded and now with names at its disposal the beings lunged back to the outside being greeted with pain and damage Voldemort was wailing upon him. Whatever part of his being that granted him sight locked onto the other arm of Voldemort and watched its rapid movements. Its target locked his vision became tunnelled as it spoke with vitriol within "crush." Voldemort's remaining arm was swiftly reduced to a lump of flesh dangling from his shoulder and the waves of force ceased to crash over the being's form. Raising back to his true height the being used the break to attack. "push" cause the being to surge forward as the ground behind him was torn asunder. His mass slamming into Voldemort's pained one sent them both tumbling. The being clutched the tumbling Voldemort and raised him up above his head, his momentum carrying them both up and away from the alien ocean floor. With a sound of exertion and the command of "push" emitting without noise the broken form of Voldemort was flung back down with a massive quantity of black ichor to crush him beneath its weight.
The being hung there, floating above its defeated foe glaring down with rapturous hate its charred skin now adorned with new injuries to add to a countless assortment of them. It slowly sunk lower and lower to its defeated foe cautious all the while. Which is why he was not surprised when Voldemort lunged forward to bite his foot. Instead, its maw was met with ready hands, which grasped its open mouth and halted their chomping motion. But it didn't end there. With a slow release of strength and a building exertion the being pried that mouth wider and wider. The first sign was a pop, then a crack and finally a second crack followed by a tearing sound he didn't hear but felt all the same. The mandible of the freshly formed Voldemort was ripped and barely hanging onto the skull of Voldemort whose rage and strength were now all but gone. But the beings rage remained. Tightening its already vice-like grip on the mutilated mandible the being began to slam Voldemort into the ocean floor the sediment like earth splashing up around them and mixing with the thick ichor the ground shook with each impact and slowly, but surely grey thick mist mixed with their black surrounding bleeding from the body of Voldemort. Each impact was stronger than the last, each blow to the ground causing a larger and louder shudder to emanate from the point of collision. It was a shock when the rumbling to a life of its own and a head-splitting crack shattered the ground below them dragging the being and Voldemort down. Without warning the two were now in free fall free of the pressure of the ichor and tumbling at the whim of gravity and rushing wind.
Voldemort saw this as his chance with a snarl of stubbornness an arm tore itself free of the confines of his new flesh and stabbed into the being digging into a scar from another life located on his forehead. With this action came a surge of new power siphoned from the being and into Voldemort, this action was not taken without rebuttal however the being clutched the arm and used it to twist his falling form to be on top of Voldemort's. Once more, their grappling was a cacophony of blows and magic blasts, as they fell the sky was made true with thunder and light. Finally, the grapple broke, both combatants flung from each other's reach, but power and intent still blasted outwards from each the air crackling and rage steaming into the nearby atmosphere. But still, they fell. They clashed time and again they hurled bolts of will and stubbornness and shot barrages of hate and hunger. They beat, clawed and mauled one another. Still, they fell. Finally, the ichor broke apart and the sky they now existed in was revealed in all its glory. A metallic bronze sky to surround them as they fell into a bowl of coalescing city's twisted by space and time, buildings colliding and merging, castles crashing into skyscrapers and parks consuming streets. As the fell deeper into the bowl the being saw they were finally approaching a destination. A podium centred in the middle of this chaos. More of a cylindrical raised platform but it was called a podium of this the being was sure. Like a strike of lightning a plan was formulated within and his star shone with strength, determination and confidence like a solar flare blasting out through the command of "push" the being shot lower and closer to the quickly approaching ground with two more "push" he was directly under Voldemort. Turning around so he was facing up the being suddenly spread his whole body, the sudden surge of drag caused his elevation to shoot up drastically and like that he impacted the form of Voldemort. With his arms clutched tightly around his torso and his own maw clutched around Voldemort's neck, broken jagged teeth tearing flesh asunder. Their impact was imminent. The ground beckoning. Gravity ushering. With but a split moment to spare the being proved himself superior and hurled Voldemort forward with all his strength giving him that much more acceleration. But the motion of throwing allowed the being to splay his hands in front of him and with his sun roaring with power he let loose the command "push" and Voldemort crashed into the podium with all the force of a lightning bolt made physical the after effect is the shattering of the podium in its entirety while the beings fall was halted completely. The being fell approximately ten meters to the earth and hit the incline created by Voldemort's crater causing a loud series of cracks before he slid half a meter and came to a stop.
It was a wet hissing noise that caused the being to stir from its crash landing. Its neck now even more destroyed cracked as his head lolled to the left his sight landing on the smear that was all that remained of Voldemort… or so he thought. Slowly Voldemort crawled up the crater. His body was devastated, his arms gnarled and broken fingers pointing the wrong way and his torso had actually torn away from his waist which had stuck to the floor. Trailing behind Voldemort was a black and grey trail of his essence. The being sat straight up his spine realigning in an instant, he rose to his legs twisting one of them back around to face the right way and then stomping some bones back into his other foot. He yanked one of his arms forward before shoving it back into its socket. He simply snapped his right arm off at the elbow seeing as it was destroyed completely. He trudged onwards to the crawling figure, using his one remaining arm he relocated his head upright with a wet popping noise before jabbing his neck to make it straight once more. Finally, he made it to the top of the crater and there he saw Voldemort crawling for the edge. With two steps he was on top of him, his one arm reaching down to clutch the back of his neck. With a twist and a jerk, Voldemort's neck was snapped where he dangled, a wet splat as he was dropped to the floor. That should have ended it the being didn't know why but it should of, this was the prevailing thought as he witnessed the broken neck on the said body being dragged along by a clawing hand. With a silent fury, a foot crashed down on the arm snapping it thoroughly. The being grasped the other and wrenched it free of Voldemort's form. But still, the annoying parasite writhed forward, some desperate attempt to escape or merely a last hurrah to bother this infuriated being. It mattered not the being snapped, all the same, a new are milled into being with wrought flesh and fury incarnate. One limb to hold up the wretched mutilated form of his first opponent the other was plunged with merciless glee into the body and dug around like serpent in a tunnel before clutching something immaterial.
Core, being, heart, mind, body, magic, power, soul, spirit… Voldemort.
Wrenching out with a spray if essence to cascade around him the being held it to the heavens and constricted it between sharpened digits a feeling of the conquest of domination of pure power echoing from his suns inferno. His body alights with flames straight from within that immolated the now empty half corpse and engulfed the crushed soul he held in his triumphant hand. With this surge of emotions and power the being raised both cremating trophies and let's loose an act of primal magic so potent the world shook. The being now named Roared to the heavens fire, rage, pride, relief and strength barrelled out taking the form of multicoloured flames that tore the sky asunder and destroyed entire city blocks located on the sides of this giant bowl he now found himself in. When the solar storm of his star, his soul finally waned, and the thunderous cacophony of strength ceased. After all the fire had diminished and the rubble finally settled from where it was disturbed. It was after the ashes of his conquest had fully cascaded around his feet that the newly named being was addressed from behind.
"Well that was impressive now wasn't it." With a sudden jolt, the being turned around arm raised hand cupped the command for crush ready and waiting to turn his target to a splattered remnant of a memory. Only for his arm to fall limply to his side. It would do no good against this new target because there directly facing the named being was a god. "I do believe this is our first meeting this time… or at least this place. I hope you don't mind my interrupting your kill, but I was horribly bored just waiting for you to be done, little lord." The silence dragged on as the named being bored witness to a god made true. Not some being of flesh that was in an understandable shape or form no what he witnessed here was a being who had seen eternity and, in the end, found it lacking. It was colossal but shape and size where truly nothing to a god but the form it took seared itself into the mind of the named being all the same. A large coalescence of screaming flaming tendrils in the shape of a cloak or shroud from which to streams of darkness reached out to clutch the podium while from behind to titanic arms humanoid in shape but appearing to be made of marble or some other white stone reached out to grasp one massive sun the fingers of each hand slowly turning black from the heat. The named being new that if this god was to bring its full force to bear its mere presence would incinerate this entire plane of existence. "I'm flattered that you are so mesmerised by my appearance, but we have some things to discuss do we not." The god asked once more. Unable to respond the named being simply looked around for some means to communicate.
As he got down to start drawing something in the dirt a slender, delicate hand fell to rest on his cheek, its skin was see through and inside one could see blood red lightning firing between shimmering points of light. It guided his face upwards once more, then he could hear the sound of spring, feel the beauty of sunshine dancing on water and breath the purity of mountain air untouched. "Fret not little lord here your thoughts are not yours, they are for all of us." With this understanding sparked in his mind.
Can you hear me now my god?
"Yes, very good little lord, you are so quick to learn the true ways. But just a reminder one cannot hear thoughts as they are not audible." As the god said this the suns in its grasp seemed to emanate warmth. "Now for introductions my named being, you may refer to me as Ythira I am the unborn god who sings into life the engines of destruction and who's love laid waste to all of creation." With Ythira's name uttered understanding flooded the named being, his sun was encompassed by a wave of fire and light and with this, he knew Ythira and his understanding of just what an unborn was expanded even further. "Now that you know me, allow me to introduce my kin." With a silent explosion of darkness, one more unborn appeared in the bowl of cities. Unlike Ythira it had no distinguishable features at all it was a massive towering piece of space shattered and shaped in such a way that when the light hit it you could make it out but not discern anything else about it. Behind the towering shattered piece of space was a circle made of two golden feathered, screaming serpent creatures that made no noise but could be heard all the same. They were constantly writhing around each other not consuming one another but just circling and twisting around one another as they moved in rotation.
With a sound like an implosion, the being spoke to the named being who was beginning to feel somewhat overwhelmed in the presence of two gods. "Greetings, unlike Ythira I know for a fact this is our first meeting this time and this place… in that order. So, it seems objects are in motion and you have arrived here lost lord, this is good, and you have been blooded and taken apart the only chain that could ever threaten you this is most acceptable. First, most know my title little-lost lord I am unborn, and my name is not to be mistreated so treasure it. I am Quintith the final second of the new universe and the last fond memory never shared." With his piece said Quintith conjured a seat made of crystal time that hurt to look at. The named being nodded his head back and forth slowly as he absorbed the new information that was introduced to his sun as series of injects circling it and slowly becoming one with its orbit piece by piece. But before he could even finish setting his mind at ease an earthquake shook him to his core as suddenly what must have once been a bustling kingdom exploded outwards showing the civilizations below it. Exiting out from the explosion of rubble was what could only be the last of the unborn. It was a moving hunk of flesh teeth and bones structured to be perfect. It marched forward crushing derelict cities in its wake with two hulking arms both as big as its torso, each arm was covered in fur… no, it was covered in shimmering shadow that was in constant motion and hypnotising to bear witness to. It walked with its arms much like a gorilla. Each arm was attached to a hulking female chest with two breasts covered in scales so huge the named being could have laid down in one and still had room to move. Its back had two enormous bats like wings covered in eyes that each changed colour whenever they blinked, they easily could have engulfed both his fellow gods with their span. Its lower body was made entirely out of chitinous segments that split into three identical barbed tails, each barb splitting open with a crack to snap at the world around them. It was the head that enraptured his attention the most. A gorgeous and beautiful serpent shimmering like an opal its face had no eyes and he could see mesmerising liquid purple flames flicker from its beaked nostrils. A gorgeous mane of pure silver light rained down its long neck before merging and disappearing into the shadowed fur over its shoulders.
Without warning one tail lunged forward smashing into the podium and launching the named being into the depths of the crater he had made. When the dust settled, and he glanced up he saw the same barbed tail reared back and ready to plunge into him and add his smeared form to that of Voldemort's. The named being with will tempered by an eternal purgatory and strength fuelled by unending pain he dragged a clawed hand across the air and let loose his most powerful piece of magic "REND!" The shimmering arcs of pure power tore the air its self apart fraying the very space the past through only to shatter upon impact with a god's tail. Or so he thought. With startling suddenness, a drop of something very cold impacted his nose and dripped into his eye socket where he heard a sizzling sound soon after. The drops continued to rain, and the named being was shocked to see their origin, it came from a small cut on the gods tail… one he must have made. After this conclusion, a voice like the roar of a dragon or some equally impossible creature whispered to him.
"It seems you are most certainly the little lord we have been waiting for lost one." With a gentleness, that emanated truce the tail grasped him in a firm but gentle hold using its clawed barb end. It lifted him from the crater and laid him to rest on an undamaged part of the podium. "Well met little beast, I am the roar of kings subjugated and the rushing maw that tore death asunder, I am the unborn god most wild you can call me Shauk-Vra I am most excited to meet you but like Ythira I strongly doubt this is our first meet considering your strong grasp of primal magics." And with this, the named being was suddenly in the presence of all the remaining unborn gods, who for some reason seemed eager to meet him a lost and broken being. Questions needed answering and fast.
I am confused how do you know me my unborn by what means did I come to be here and who am I to you.
It was Quintith who answered calmly his voice still sound like the condensing of pure matter. "We know you because of what you are, a forgotten child of an uncaring world, a sacrificed mother and warrior father who died usurped from his throne. You came to be here by our will and the will of our missing brother Typhon and you are Harrison James Potter a lost and broken creature made into the conquering existence before us now and your name is to be made yours now. From your past, you are Harrison James Potter, heir to house Potter and Black of the magical kingdom of Great Britain." Harry suddenly named was given all his memories from his life on earth whole and untainted. But before he could even begin to dissect what he had been told a radiant warmth engulfed him followed by the enchanting voice of Ythira causing his inner sun to hum.
"In the present, you are the found soul of the lost purgatory, the hero of a dead race and shattered realm. The one to be presented with the title Lord of the eclipse and herald of the unborn the catalyst for the apocalypse. The mortal who drew blood from an unborn." The thought of pride and joy were not his but rather a freely given thought from the unborn god Ythira herself. Suddenly he was looking into the abyssal black holes contained within the final unborn's eyes.
"But most importantly in this future and another you are the conqueror of Typhon, you are the one who shall return to us our lost brother in all his might and glory. And this is where that quest will begin." Her voice cried out like a phoenix with hope passion and pure joy that Harry James Potter, Lord of the eclipse, herald of the apocalypse, heir of houses Potter and Black and future conqueror of Typhon felt his soul surge and his face take a grin equal part wonder and pride.