"Is that all you can do Potter?" The cloaked figure asked as he sent another wave of his clones. The clones were relentless, firing off dark attributed magic in all degrees and reinforced punches and kicks. Harry wasn't about to go down, especially without a fight.
Harry blocked an incoming Blasting Hex with a multi-layer shield. The wizard fired off a series of hexes that could level forests and villages. A figure appeared behind him and thrusted a magic dagger in his shoulder but not before Harry sent him a gut-turning punch that sent it back to wherever it came from.
Harry, not a stranger to pain, removed the dagger from his shoulder and applied numbing charms and minor healing spells as well. He glanced at the dagger and nodded. He chanted something incomprehensible to himself then the dagger glowed for a brief second. Harry found a figure hiding behind rocks and threw the weapon, hitting the clone and instantly killing it but instead of the clone disappearing, it was sucked into the dagger.
The dagger vanished and appeared back at Harry's hand. The figure clones that surrounded him were suddenly unsure, follow their fellow comrade into the entity sucking blade or get killed by the original figure. They may be clones, but they knew what a hopeless fight when they see one.
Harry pushed forward and spoke rapidly as he thrust and slashed the approaching figures with practiced eased.
"Is this for real?" A clone asked another as it conjured up a bow and arrow, hoping it would hit the approaching sorcerer.
"His on an entirely different level than Host-Alpha. Do we even have a chance?" The clone answered as it readied its spear and aimed it at the quick hacking wizard.
"On my mark," The first clone said as he aimed down the wizard who was busy beating up and killing the wave Host-Alpha, the hooded figure, sent him.
"Ready," The Clone drew back the bow and the other raised its spear. A draft was suddenly present behind the two clones.
"Fire." Harry Potter said as he raised both hands towards the figure's forehead and incinerated them both from the inside-out.
Harry nodded and left the two clones to burn in agony. One could see behind him, from the path the powerful wizard came from, is the decimated terrain that used to be an inclined mountain surface turned into a flat edged top.
Harry continued up the mountain and for who knows how long? An hour? Two hours? Maybe a day? He lost track of time since the sun never seemed to move. He could still sense the golems that guarded Fleur were still intact so there's still an upside to it. Wave after wave of countless hooded clones that came from the original figure which they referred to as Host-Alpha.
The wizard walked calmly up, taking up energy from the surroundings. He was lucky that the mountain is actually made up of real earth and some fake conjured up magic illusion. Harry is able to sap the permeating magic from the ley-line that Hogwarts is built upon. It recharged him without the needed rest. This "Sap" ability is rarer than most people think. Only wizards born with a special sense, like a sixth sense, have the ability to absorb and even assimilate energy from his surroundings. Defeated enemies, monster cores, even nature power, can be detected with a hundred percent accuracy and therefore pinpoint it's source that is tinier than the tip of a needle giving the wizard the ability to sap the power from its source. And since Harry's magical core is far larger than the average wizard, it helps store different types of magic and powers he obtains from various enemies.
He reached the top of the mountain practically oozing off magic from the long nature walk. Host-Alpha was there, it's back turned as it watched the overlook of the mountain.
"Host-Alpha," Harry called out as he pulled the dagger out of his pocket and held it, icepick style.
"I have been called so by the duplicates." It said with a calm voice as it turned around.
"But people call you by a different name," Harry stepped forward slightly, never breaking stance. "The original 007, John Dee."
The hooded figure laughed. The robe vanished and presented an old man with a beard even Dumbledore would be jealous. He held an aura of sinister proportion as he stepped forward and with the speed of light Harry lunged and stabbed the old wizard in the chest.
"I don't care if you are the Queen's advisor or some godforsaken host-alpha to a cult, no one messes with my school." Harry twisted the dagger and erupted from it a gigantic blaze that cut through 007 and went out from his back.
Dee was immobile for a second but laughed again. He stood up and pushed Harry away with a force that could topple an elephant but the wizard wasn't deterred by the push.
"As expected. The blade contained all the energy of the clones I have slain." Harry said as he threw the dagger because it's blade was crumbling.
"No matter, it wouldn't be interesting if I quickly defeat you." Harry said as his permeating magic dissipated.
"How did you know it was me Harry?" Dee asked as his wound was healed as if it was nothing too serious.
"Lucky guess. Only a number of sorcerers' magic feels like this."
"The only time we met-" Dee started.
"was when I gave Nicholas the Eye. The three of us are the only people who know it even exists." Harry finished and Dee nodded.
"I wasn't lying when I said only six of us in the world who could do this kind of phantasmagoria, and to an extent make the mountain real and not an illusion. That makes three. Three people, who without the help of the Eye can conjure up this amount of Time Dilation, petrification, and Layered Barriers. There is the person in front of you. One is older than you and one hasn't got the time plus she is probably sleeping right now."
"If you are talking about dear Jaina and the Druid, I'm afraid you're missing one. Who do you think made this mountain real, hm?" Dee gestured to himself but Harry answered
"The Eye could make this illusion real. The petrification and Time Dilation is also the effect of the Pillar. So how Dee, how did you get your magic back?"
"Let's just say, I found a very nice person who, in return for my magic, wants you dead!" Dee crouched and picked up a handful of sand and blew on it, releasing a very powerful gale of dust into Harry direction.
Harry stood there unaffected by it. Harry clapped then the gale cleared.
"You know, I was scared after all the stories Nicholas told me about you. The great and powerful John Dee, right in front of me. You're just a power drunk fool." Harry said as he sent his own gale but this one is reinforced with fire.
Dee raised the earth to protect him just in time before the fire gale hit him.
"You're one to talk," Dee said as he lowered the earth. "A hypocrite that has gathered powers from conquerors and monsters. Call me power drunk, but you just drank straight from the keg."
Harry grabbed Dee's throat before the man could blink and said "Hm, true. But you know John, I would GLADLY give you my power. Here," Harry's hand heated up and glowed. The dissipated magic suddenly surrounded the two men. 007's eyes widened when he realized what will happen.
"Since you wanted magic and I have more than enough to spare, have some." The nature magic that surrounded them enclosed Dee in a casket of magical smoke while the magician screamed and howled as the excess magic filled his core to the brim.
"The difference," Harry said as he stepped back. "Between you and I," He crossed his arms. "I never asked for my power. If it was up to me I would've gave it up a long time ago." He continued and waved his hand. The smoke vanished, throwing up Dee's dried up corpse, gasping for air. Harry's guard never faltered because he knew Dee was still starting. The corpse stood up and raised a finger in Harry's direction. Gathering up the last of his magic and transfigured the oxygen around Harry's breathing space to toxic. Harry smiled.
"This smog is pathetic." Harry condensed the toxic smog into liquid form and siphoned it to a container. Harry had a taste and said "Manticore venom. Weaker than basilisk by a mile. See for yourself." Harry Potter transfigured the Manticore Venom into Basilisk venom in a blink of an eye. He walked towards the still regenerating body of the Immortal and poured some of the contents into his mouth and down his system.
Harry laughed as he saw 007 writhe in pain and agony as the Englishman clutched his stomach and fell to the floor, assuming a fetal position.
"Smooth isn't it?" He said as he took a sip of his own. "Another thing about being immortal, poisons don't affect you huh Dee? Well consider this as your retirement gift from the Potters." Harry twirled the container which held what little venom it had by the neck. The color subtly changed from dark green to midnight blue. He crouched down and propped Dee's head but before he would pour the venom into his mouth he asked "Who hired you?" ever so silently but remained dangerous.
"Someone who is a lot stronger than any of you combined. Soon she will make herself known as a new dark lord. So go on and kill me, her eternal reward awaits me on the other side. Go on Potter. The only regret I have is not killing you." Dee smiled blissfully as much as a degraded body could.
Harry sighed. He had his fair share of Dark lords that could last him a lifetime. Once again he poured the contents into Dee's system. Soon he will be no more.
"It is done. With my death comes the torment of a thousand. I am the first sacrifice of five. Good luck Potter. You are going to need it." Dee's breath became heavier and heavier. Harry raised an eyebrow and said "What? This won't kill you, it's like the Draught of Living Death only amplified by Immortal standards, only 6 people know the cure. We will have fun interrogating you. Of course you can't do anything since you're asleep." Harry chuckled as he wiped a crocodile tear away.
"Sly sonofa-" Harry kicked Dee's temple before he could finish. Unconsciousness will haunt Dee for the remainder of his eternal life.
"Alright, don't mind me I'll just get this." He breaks the chain of the Eye that was around Dee's neck. "Thank you." Harry walked to the edge of the mountain clearing and viewed the surrounding.
"Alright. Petrified school, Time dilated atmosphere, A mountain that I have to put back down and about 100 layers of protective Archaic and Ancient magic Barriers. All because of you." He looked down at the Pillar and sighed.
"Well there is no helping a lost cause." Harry held the eye in between his hands and channeled magic into it. Rune inscribed magic circles appeared all around the wizard as he focused more and more magic to the Eye. A little over a minute, Harry and the Eye were engulfed in a blinding light that could be seen all around but cannot because of the barriers. The amulet was gone, leaving behind Harry and ash.
He walked towards Dee's sleeping body and summoned a Golem to carry the body of the Immortal.
"Another Assimilation?" A familiar voice rang throughout his head. Very feminine and young.
"What other choice did I have? Break a Pillar of Beginning? Break Space-time. Yeah, maybe some other time. At least it's safe, where no one can steal it." Harry said as he started the trek down the mountain to where his wife is.
"But it was crap. All the powers it possessed you already have. What did you gain?" The female voice inquired.
"Another eternity." Harry shrugged his shoulders.
"Another one? How many does that make?"
"Five." Harry once again shrugged, not caring.
"Five eternities. That's sooooooo loooong." The voice said. Harry could feel that she crossed her arms and legs as she kicked back in her seat where ever that is. "Does Fleur know of your… longevity?"
"Of course she does. Soul bonds remember?" Harry passed a scorched field and waved his hand, fixing the area.
"You have Fleur and I as an anchor. You need three more. I urge you to take the grass while it's green." The voice playfully said.
"Listen, as far as I am concerned our relationship is that of master and servant. Nothing romantic enough to establish an anchor."
"Master and servant. I didn't know you were into that kind of stuff Harry, all the time you spend with Fleur, a gentle lover you always were. But with me? Is that how you would take me the next time we see each other?" Harry blushed and shook his head. The golem behind him dropped Dee after the gesture.
"No, that wasn't directed towards you Melog." The golem nodded and picked the immortal up again. Harry could hear laughing and someone falling off their seat.
"You told Fleur you have four eternities to live. Does she know you need a soul anchor for each one?" The voice said as it took the seat it fell from and sat.
"You make it sound like a horcrux. No I haven't. I wouldn't know how she would react." Harry bowed in shame but continued to walk.
"Listen dear, we love you, we all do. I'm pretty sure Fleur would understand." The voice sincerely said.
"Maybe."
Harry and the golem Melog walked in silence but Harry could hear the faint humming from the voice.
He stopped and gestured Melog to stop too. He waved his hand and Melog transformed into a casket that embraced Dee. Harry sat down to rest.
"Taking inventory?" Harry asked a loud and got his reply.
"Mhm, your magical core expanded tenfold when you assimilated the Pillar. Your powers also increased. I suggest burning an eternity off before you assimilate another Pillar if you plan to but that would only increase the time we have apart." The voice said and continued with a question. "You never told me about Greengrass. She is a perfect candidate for an anchor, why not her?"
"I just don't want to drag her into this mess."
"Wow, so you marrying Fleur was what?"
"She married me out of necessity. I need the anchor after assimilating the Elderwand. I was going to die."
"Stop lying to yourself. You don't make anchors, anchors are made by themselves. Love Harry, it is the key to make one. Without unconditional love, you cannot make an anchor."
"I guess you're right. Five eternities. People say it's long. Is it true?"
"After your first one, it goes by pretty quickly."
"How many have you had?"
"Harry!" The voice sound offended. "You do not ask women their age right off the bat."
"But!"
"No buts."
"I'll give you Dee as a gift?" He asked uncertainly.
"He has to be dead."
"Not yet. You can wait after an eternity to get him, besides after all the eternities you have waited, what is one more?" Harry laughed but he felt a hand slap the back of his head. He ran around avoiding the invisible hand.
"You're dead Harry Potter!"
"Luckily, I'm the Master of it." He commented and stop right in his tracks. He could faintly feel concentrated heat where a figure's cheeks would be. Something punched him and he ran once more.
"Hey no fair, I can't see you."
"Too bad!"
"You will be the death of me"
"Ironic ain't it?"
An evil laugh was heard throughout. Harry waved his hand and Melog reassembled. He jumped on the golem and said.
"Run." The bulky creation ran as fast as its giant body could, which was really fast for some apparent reason.
"You really don't understand, I am everywhere you are." Death whispered to his ear. "Five eternities Harry, Five eternities." She whispered once more.
A/N:
I should probably tell you that FIWM wasn't supposed to be a Harem. It was supposed to be a Fleur/Harry centric Fic but I couldn't shake the original idea of Harry living through an Eternity without his powers overflowing. Which is why I have created Anchors. A host will break apart his magic and segregate it through mediums known as Anchors. They are like regulators of his magic. Ms. Delacour is one, Death Personified is one, Daphne probably going to be one. As for the other two, I'll stop and think about that.
Ever heard of Death of the Endless? That is who I am basing my death's looks over. Not personality because I have no Idea how she acts because I have never read any of the comics she is in.
So yeah, in the coming chapters we will build the Tournament and see how Fleur reacts to the need of more anchors.
Next Chapter entitled Building Blocks