Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Star Wars.
This is where some major changes are happening. Some readers thought that I was just following the book while inserting some stuff in here. Well, I'm not. Believe it or not, it is difficult to think of drastic changes that would not be easily seen by Dumbledore.
I warn you right here and now that there will be some incest in this chapter somewhere. If you don't like it, I suggest you don't read this.
Chapter VII: A Confounding Christmas Carol
+- December 22*/
The Christmas holiday has come and Hogwarts castle is alight with jingles from portraits and ghosts. The Deputy Headmistress had everyone who wished to go back to their homes for the Christmas holidays sign a form that she would give to the Headmaster to peruse and send to the Hogwarts Express, telling the conductor and other officials how many students were in need of transport.
Most students signed up, Hermione included. Harry, for his part, can't. If he does, it will cause some form of confusion for the Headmaster because he undoubtedly knows of the harshness of the Dursleys towards the unnatural. If he signs up to return to the Muggle world, it will draw two conclusions from him. First, Harry has always lived under a different home and kept it under his elderly nose. Second, Harry is a closet masochist with a fetish for ugly and practically ill-tempered people.
Harry shuddered. How he even came up with that thought is beyond him.
No. If he must leave the castle, it must be subtle. He must. His masters are waiting for him in Gringotts for his final test. However, his exit is blocked by the protective barrier of Hogwarts Castle. The Hogwarts barrier has multiple purposes. The first is the most basic: keeping enemies out. The second is to prevent any wayward and/or unauthorized students from escaping, whether by accident or on purpose. If that happens, the barrier will automatically transport the wayward student to the Headmaster's office for questioning.
Thus, only authorized students are allowed to leave Hogwarts grounds, to wit, the students who went to their homes for Christmas.
He frowned in confusion. How was he to bypass the barrier? He looked at his datapad. He only has less than a day before the train leaves for King's Cross tomorrow as the mark for the start of the Christmas holiday. The leaving of the Hogwarts Express may be the only appropriate cover and opening he has. He immediately activated his datapad and quickly shuffled through lessons upon lessons for something to help him. He'd be damned if he failed the two people who taught him so much!
It took him pretty much the majority of the day in searching for an answer, keeping nosy redheads off his back, and doing other Christmas-y stuff. As a digression, he absolutely enjoys that particular holiday. And it has nothing to do with the fact that December 25 is the day that magic is at its most powerful. Granted, it is a truly fantastic event, but that in itself is useless and nonexistent without the root reason for such a phenomena.
He once felt some odd sense of empowerment on that particular day and asked his masters about it. Meetra was confused about it but Revan remained completely calm. His master soon explained to him the significance of that day. December 25 is the birthday of the world's Savior, Jesus Christ. Revan gave further explanation about His miracles and His teachings, all the way past His death and resurrection.
Naturally, it surprised him about such a fact. The Dursleys weren't religious or faithful to anything other than power and money. They deemed religion as a bunch of hokey and mythology as made-up stories. Harry was truly intrigued by the subject and Revan was only too happy to satiate his curiosity.
Revan also explained further a theory of his once he learned of Earth's history in Christianity, which he strongly believed in more than other religions, due to its closeness to his personal beliefs about the Force.
He theorized that the Force is but a portion of the power granted by the divine being God as a show of trust and faith to the universe. But the people of every world had varying belief strengths so some grew to become strong Force users while the rest are left as simple living beings. As for Earth, Revan theorized that its inhabitants weren't so aware or believing of the Force as strongly as other planets. Only a handful at Earth's earliest times wanted to study the mystical but their long history of lack of belief and fear of the supernatural only made them brush the surface of the Force, giving birth to the term 'magic.' Over the years, magic has not grown much, only branching off to other focuses of magic, such as alchemy or necromancy. After a long while, the Earth's Savior was born. At that moment, divine energies descended from the heavens and blessed the family. The residual aura stayed with the flow of time and continued to bless December 25 from then on.
Unlike some, who celebrated the holiday for the mere thought of gifts, especially Dudley, Harry celebrated Christmas for the very spirit of it. He cares little for gifts on such a powerful and meaningful event as this. Gifts do not show the true meaning of Christmas. It may sound cheesy or something to others. But the very purpose of Christmas was for families to bond with each other, to show their love for each other. Gifts are only a means to an end. He smiled lightly to himself for no apparent reason before he focused on his task.
The next day, December 23, an invisible Harry left the dormitory, with his doppelganger acting in his stead in Hogwarts. He didn't know if his plan will work but it's his only shot.
He joined the other students who planned to go home for the holidays in walking down to the boats that would take them to the Hogwarts Express, mandatory for first-years. Knowing that the boats can sense whether there are five occupants to a boat (because of the magic core within each person on it), he would have to use his water-walking ability for the first official time.
It was a necessary precaution that Revan taught Harry ever since Dudley tried to drown him in one of the swimming pool during a trip that forced the Dursleys to bring Harry due to lack of a guardian. It was a simple concept. Using his magic, Harry releases a constant stream from his feet and using the repellant force to walk on water. The theory behind it is easy. The practical appliance is the hard part. The user must constantly change the amount of magic released by the feet and an immense amount of concentration is needed. With practice, one can practically walk on water without even realizing it.
Though Harry suggested if he can do it with the Force, Revan countered that doing so will make him take the Force for granted. "Too much dependence on one power will cause the other to wither away." That was his other teaching to him. Harry is trained to use both magic and the Force to become the first Jedi Warlock. Neglecting one over the other is discouraged.
Soon, they left the docks and Harry walked alongside the slow boats, feeling nervous as they neared the school barrier.
Here we go, Harry thought. He took a deep breath and released his Force power, feeling a small ripple reverberate throughout the barrier.
Dumbledore, from within his office, frowned when he felt a larger-than-usual disturbance in the school barrier, originating from the small landing by the Black Lake. Activating the monitoring charms around it, he found nothing but the batch of students leaving for their homes on Christmas. Normally, such disturbances are not out-of-place since some magic cores are stronger than others so their sheer strength causes such disturbances, regardless of allowance or not. But according to his calculations, the students' and Hagrid's magic combined shouldn't produce such a powerful disturbance. He would have to investigate this later.
In the meantime, he would have to make arrangements to strengthen the protective ward on Number Four Privet Drive. Since Christmas is the day that magic is at its strongest, there is no better day to strengthen that ward than that, as he has always done every Christmas since Harry's arrival to Privet Drive. It would have to be midnight to avoid suspicion from adults and very wandering kids. Seriously, you would not believe how many kids caught him in broad daylight, hiding behind bushes and trees, strengthening those wards.
Hey, mister, what are you doing pointing a stick at that house? Mister, why are you hiding in that bush? Old man, what you're doing is creepy, you know?
He's already lost count how many children wandered around and caught him during Christmas and he's had to Obliviate. Oh, how envious he was of the youth and their still-unexplainable ability to bypass a wizard's sensory area.
Back to Harry, he made land as the boats did. As the students started to pile up onto the Express, he saw the Greengrass and Davis heiresses join up with Susan and Hannah to a compartment. He smirked as he passed them.
Soon, the Express left and Harry, who was on the very back of the train, watched the station getting farther into the horizon before finally vanishing. He closed his eyes as he meditated while standing up.
+- King's Cross Station */
As soon as the Express stopped, Harry left the train before the crew entered and took the bags out front. He saw different adults reunite with their children everywhere. One in particular was the pair of parents that Daphne and Tracey walked up to. Despite his curiosity, he was firstly a gentleman so he gave them some privacy. After all, he too has some important business to attend to: Gringotts.
+- Gringotts */
Harry, with the help of the goblins, arrived at Vault 803. After making sure that no one was nearby, except for the mind-controlled goblins, he entered the vault.
Immediately, the whole area was lit up and the ghostly forms of Revan and Meetra appeared before him.
Revan said, "Welcome back, Harry. Are you ready for your final test as our Padawan?" Harry nodded. "So shall it be. Come then, let us begin your test."
+- Next day */
Revan and Meetra smiled proudly at Harry. The former said, "You did well, Harry. I'm proud to say that you passed. Much like Meetra and I, you are eager to learn and your quick lesson absorption proves it. You have a great understanding of both Jedi and Sith teachings, you grasp the concepts of the same lessons our companions gave us, and you have a working knowledge of lightsaber combat."
Meetra nodded enthusiastically. "We couldn't have been any prouder of what you could have become."
"Now, it is time for you to ascend to greater heights." The crystals slowly dimmed, encasing the vault in darkness. Soon, the vault was embraced with light emanating from the activated lightsabers of Revan, Meetra, and a whole bunch of other people.
Harry looked surprised to see that they were Revan's and Meetra's Force-user companions during their respective travels.
Revan slowly said, "No need to worry, Harry. We called them during your absence and explained the situation. They too are proud of what you have become and will not hesitate to witness your Knighting."
"Even though we only met today," the aloof visage of Atton Rand grinned, "I have to say it's great that Meetra shared what I taught her to a great kid like you."
The dark-skinned elder, Jolee Bindo, grumbled. "We're not all dressed for the occasion. Ah, screw it. Teaching this kid outside of Jedi Order standards was unorthodox, anyway, so what's wrong with a little clothing difference?"
Meetra silenced them by raising her blade across her face. All but Revan followed.
Revan said, "Step forward, Padawan." Harry walked towards and knelt before him. Revan raised his lightsaber while the rest lowered theirs. "Harry Potter," he started lowering his blade towards each shoulder, "by the right of the Lost Jedi Order, by the will of the Force, I dub thee, Jedi Knight." With a swift, unseen movement, he cut off a small braid behind Harry's ear.
Harry stood as Revan put a hand to his shoulder and said, "You learned much and well from us the past decade. Now, it is time to create your own future." As Meetra and the others deactivated their lightsabers, Revan continued, "As a sign of full Knighthood, you may forge your personal lightsaber. After you are done, you are now on your way to becoming a great Jedi."
Harry nodded and went off to the nearby workbench to begin. Since Earth was way behind in both technology and magic, Harry's lightsaber was technically only supposed to be a minor one. Luckily, Revan brought sufficient lightsaber parts to make a complete one. It was a delicate operation but he completed it fluidly.
It was of an odd design. The hilt was like any other custom thirty-five centimeter lightsaber but he added a novelty lightning-shaped guard, patented and trademarked to Harry Potter. Additionally, the way its electronics inside were set up is also different. Unlike most, if not all, lightsabers, its primary crystal is seemingly removable without using a workbench or breaking the saber apart, since its chosen crystal was Harry's own crystal wand. A small space opens up at the hilt's side, allowing him to insert his shorter thirty-centimeter wand inside. Upon activation, the usual technical shit happens and the plasma beam passes from the power cell to the crystal wand, whose inert magic enhances the beam, and on towards the very focusing lens, from whence the beam is produced.
Smiling proudly at his creation, he turned towards his masters and presented it to them.
At once, murmurs of interest reached his ears. Revan raised a brow. "That's a very interesting design, Harry. The true test of the saber, though, is if it can produce and hold a blade for a length of time."
Harry was only too happy to oblige. He took out his crystal wand and inserted it into the hilt. Once the hilt is accustomed to its crystal placement, he took a step back and activated his saber. A beautiful golden blade with a silver core emerged from it. Everyone waited for a few seconds before Revan said, "You created an interesting hilt for an interesting blade, Harry. I've seen only a few with a golden blade but have yet to see a golden blade with a silver core. That must be the side-effect of using that crystal wand of yours."
"I can sense its power even when I'm not actively using my abilities," the blind Miraluka, Visas Marr, commented.
"It's so beautiful on the eyes as well." The Echani handmaiden, Brianna, added, making Visas scowl at her for the eye joke. The white-haired woman gave a smug look that she missed.
Bao-Dur, Meetra's Zabrak companion, inspected the weapon. "I see no problems with it. It is a stable work of art, won't be destroyed even for prolonged activation."
Revan ignored them all as he patted Harry on the head…well, a spirit's equivalent of a pat, anyway. "Your parents would be proud of you."
Harry smiled but noticed that everyone started vanishing. "What's going on?"
"Our time has come to become one with the Force. Meetra and I trained you to the best of our abilities and the Lost Jedi oversaw your Knighting, using Meetra's and my power to sustain them here. There's nothing left for us to teach you. The rest of your training, we can no longer teach you. Experience will be your teacher now." Only Meetra and Revan were visible, only slightly. "We have no regrets in leaving this world now that we have left a legacy."
As Meetra vanished as well, Harry held back a sniffle and Revan smiled, putting his hand on his head. "No need to cry, Harry. We will always be watching you as you create your own destiny. Just remember what we taught you and the Force will guide you to the rest." Revan finally vanished and Harry gripped his fists as he wiped away that coming tears.
"Goodbye, masters. I will not tarnish your memory and training by straying from the path of justice." He walked towards the vault door before stopping. "I have been granted this power. How can I use it for the good of the Wizarding world?" He was silent. "The sheer corruption of this world is sickening. Voldemort allows it, the Ministry is afraid to do something about it, and Dumbledore is too paranoid to respond to it. I will have to do what they cannot. I will not rest until there is justice – until the balance of this world has been restored. So swears Harry Potter." His eyes glowed bright emerald and the crystals behind him emanated with power. The whole vault was soon covered with a bright light, signifying that magic has accepted Harry's oath.
+- Number Four Privet Drive, 12:05 PM, December 25 */
Dumbledore couldn't keep the look of shock on his face at the barren household of the Dursleys. There was no sign of life whatsoever. He immediately went to the Arabella Figg's house and knocked.
"Oh, Albus, it's you. What are you doing here in the dead of night?" She yawned.
"What happened to the Dursleys?"
"Oh, they were arrested for a number of reasons."
"And what happened to Harry?"
"He was the main witness to the Dursley's crimes since he was there firsthand. Last I heard of him, he was taken in by some police officer into his home."
"Why didn't you tell me of this? Harry's safety is of grave importance." Despite his calm exterior, his voice gained a sharp edge to it, an edge that Arabella Figg was more than happy to return.
"Don't talk to me as if it's my fault, Albus! If you remember, it was your idea to put Harry in that house of horrors. It was your idea to put me in charge of watching him! And if I remember, you told me to let Muggle business stay Muggle business! I don't know what you meant by it but here, it means that when the Dursleys are arrested and Harry is taken in by a nice, young man, I let it stay that way!"
Albus Dumbledore was silent in shock. Is this Arabella Figg, the woman he entrusted Harry's safety to? Granted, he did say that let Muggle business stay that way. But she didn't have to take it so seriously! She's supposed to have some tact to send him a letter that Harry's been sent away to another place. But why didn't she? What made her forget her true purpose in Privet Drive? He delved into her mind and found…nothing. There was nothing there to suggest that her mind has been tampered with. How could this be? If it was any kind of mental magic, there was supposed to be some sort of magic residue, signifying some change. But Dumbedore knew Mrs. Figg since the First Wizarding World War. There's no way she could forget the importance of her stay here even if Harry's gone. She should have sent him a message telling of Harry's change of address.
On that note, how come he didn't notice that? He has a particular device to monitor his address, just in case he decided to change it or something happened to it. He must have missed it during one of his absences.
Back to the matter at hand, this conundrum only leaves two explanations. One, the wizard who performed mind magic had the brain to wipe all trace of magic residue, which was unlikely since it only removes the easily-sensed residue and leaves a subtle hint behind. Two, Mrs. Figg had already been affected by mind magic way before today.
Yes. The second one's most likely. Residue vanishes overtime but most can't wait years for it to be removed so they remove it themselves. Now the question remains. Who had the audacity to use magic on her mind but do nothing to the boy she's guarding?
He swore to himself that he would find answers but now, he simply asked Mrs. Figg. "Where is Harry's new home then? Also, it would help if you told me where the Dursleys are."
"I don't really know his new address. You can't expect me to know everything, Albus. All I know is that the parent Dursleys are in a nearby jail and the child is in some military camp, just as they deserved for treating poor Harry that way."
"I see. Thank you, Arabella. You've been a good help." He turned around and vanished.
+- Somewhere */
"Welcome, lords and ladies, to the Monthly Auction House!" A masked and robed man gestured to the assembled group of people in different robes. "We have acquired such a large amount of specimen since our November event! I know that you all will be pleased by our catches!"
The curtains behind him opened and the announcer said, "We caught this one just a week after the November sale! Hailing from Greece, I present to you a Lamia!" The cage was brought out and a being snarled from within it. Although cramped, the half-snake, half-woman bared her fangs at everyone before her two cage-holders tapped the cage with his wand and sent an electric shock to the Lamia, making her yelp a bit. With a grin, the announcer said, "So, shall we start the bid at 5,000 Galleons?"
+- Hogwarts */
Harry Potter wandered around the barren hallways of Hogwarts. While his original is out completing his training, he is tasked with surveillance. And just recently, he felt an odd sense of accomplishment, meaning that he has become a full Jedi Knight…well, a Grey Jedi Knight, anyway. Oh, well, they are just titles, really. What matters is what he does with his power. As he turned a corner, he passed by the suspicious Mrs. Norris. That was when he stopped.
I had a Force cloak on and she could still sense me? Well, if physical erasure won't work then perhaps mental will do. Without any warning, he grasped the cat's mind and clouded it, making her forget his presence along the hall. He could have taken it further and made her forget his existence but presence will do.
Satisfied with his work, he continued with his walk around the nightly halls.
He stopped upon reaching a door. He opened and found an empty classroom with desks put up along the walls and a sole mirror by the center. He went near it and found an inscription above it: Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.
"I show not your face but your heart's desire," he immediately deciphered. "What a very interesting way to put its use on a mirror." He stepped forward and attempted to use it.
He looked at it and resisted some small tears in his eyes as he gazed upon the faces of his family and of his masters. All of them were smiling at him.
The redhead woman behind him, his mother, put a hand to his shoulder and Harry was surprised to actually feel something. The man beside her, his father, also put his hand on Harry's other shoulder and he felt that hand! Despite his emotions training, seeing his family for the first time brought them out and a part of him feared that these hands on his shoulders are nothing more than illusions.
His mother seemed to notice his anxiety and smiled as she leaned forward and whispered to his ear, "Turn around, Harry. We all want to see you."
He froze and slowly turned around and fell to the floor upon seeing the ghostly forms of everyone he saw in the mirror. He sputtered, despite himself, "H-How is this possible?"
Revan answered, "Actually, this shouldn't be possible. But taking a guess, your emotions must have caused the Force to temporarily bring your heart's desire reflected in this mirror to reality."
The whole Potter family turned to the two Jedi and Lily asked, "You two must be the people who helped my son through his life in Privet Drive?" They nodded. "Thank you very much. My son has become a well-groomed man because of you two."
Meetra smiled. "There's no need to thank us, Lady Potter. We have seen enough of pain in our lives that we don't want to see it in our deaths."
She blushed as she said, "Don't be so formal! At least, call me Lily." The group laughed and she puffed out her cheeks indignantly. Composing herself, she hugged Harry tightly and said, "I finally get to embrace my dear Harry." She smiled at him before kissing him lovingly on his lips, surprisingly shocking no one. "Oops, I'm sorry. I've gotten used to doing that when you were a baby."
He smiled back. "Don't worry, mum. It's dad's fault for involving me when he succumbed to the Potter Cursed Blessing."
Charlus Potter, Harry's dad's father, laughed. "Oho, you know about that, do you, at a young age? Oh, I underestimated the intelligence you received from your parents."
This Potter Cursed Blessing is something that occurred such a very long time ago that even Merlin couldn't discover its time period even if he tried. To know the Cursed Blessing, one must know the Potter Blessing. The Potters were once a non-magical, noble house. But that changed when the heiress came across a wounded, young incubus and took care of him. The incubus fell in love with the heiress and asked her parents to court her, telling them of his identity. Knowing how attached their daughter was to him and that they couldn't keep them from each other even if they tried, they allowed the match. They married, copulated, and had a family. The incubus blood was strong in the child and he gained magical abilities, making him the first magical Potter. That also gave the Potter lineage immense stamina and vitality. That's why Potters are great at any physically challenging activities. That's why the spouses of any Potter are spoiled for any other person. That was the history of the Potter Blessing.
But the Potter Curse happened way after that. One magically young Potter descendant accidentally crossed paths with a mature succubus and, thinking that he can beat her, challenged her to a duel. Her experience and sheer power was too much for the Potter and he was defeated. As some form of reward for the succubus, she bound the Potter and raped him, for the intent of both sexually satisfying herself and killing the cur who dared challenge her to a battle of magic. After numerous orgasms, when the succubus saw that the Potter wasn't showing any signs of deteriorating health, she felt cheated by him and, despite the Potter's claims of the contrary, cursed his following generations with the Curse of Infertility. Of course, a blessing invoked by an incubus and a curse by a succubus are two opposing magical forces by two opposing genders of the same species that are expected to produce two opposing results by their own. So, that did not mix well, despite the saying 'opposites attract.'
The end result was somewhat unethical and 'wrong.' Granted, the stamina and vitality are still there. But instead of infertility as the curse, the respective Potter would gain unusual fetishes towards their spouse that is nigh impossible to deny.
An example is James Potter and his perchance of including an infant Harry into his and Lily's sexual romps as extra stimulation for Lily when the kid wants to join in on the fun his parents were having, hence the kiss Lily gave her son.
But the Potters, in their never-changing optimism, found a way to turn it into a good thing. They connected love to the Potter Cursed Blessing. They planned to use that history as a way of finding out who is perfect for them. Love is the ultimate show of faith and trust to a person. So at some point, they will disclose to their partner their history and if that partner rejects them because of it, then they are truly not fit for them.
Oh, well, it's their loss.
Charlus continued, "So what's your deal, son?"
Harry shrugged. "I have yet to explore sexual intercourse and its aspects."
Lily turned to Revan and asked, "You've seen my son's memories. Aren't you disgusted by this?"
"No. You would be surprised at what other worlds have done to their inhabitants. What I've seen from Harry's memories is nothing compared to that." Meetra nodded in affirmation. "Besides, other Earthlings have done far more severe for far more trivial reasons."
At the phrase 'other worlds,' all of a sudden, some of the Potters and Potter-spouses, Lily included, came around Revan and Meetra, enthusiastically asking about the world beyond theirs.
If this were an anime, both Force-users would have a sweat-drop by their head as they sheepishly answered their questions.
James laughed loudly as he said, "See that, Harry? That's why I love your mother! Her enthusiasm and eagerness and my ingenious ideas keeps us satisfied!"
+- Monthly Auction House */
"Yes," the announcer exclaimed, "we've sold almost all of our commodities! Now, before you come up here and claim your prizes, we have a very special last item for all of you, something very unbelievable and never-before-seen. Admittedly, I was tempted to not sell her off and keep her for myself but my contract says I should! So, let me share some of the spoils from time to time, to whoever buys her!" The audience was now waiting for what he has planned. "Our last item is somewhat a mix of different species put together! She has fairy wings, glows like fireflies, taller than our tallest man, and has beauty written all over her face! Since we don't know her species, we gave her an appropriate one! Lords and Ladies, hailing from the European City of Angels, Toruń, Poland, I present to you all, the Aniol (Polish for Angel)!"
A cage was brought out by two jailors and within the cage was the most beautiful being everyone has ever seen. Knelt by the cage floor, her glowing white skin brightened the whole auction house. Enthralled by her beauty, every buyer immediately stood up and started spouting offers, offers that didn't even compare to the value of her beauty.
The announcer shouted, "Shall we start the bid at 5,000,000 Galleons?"
The other slaves started to panic. The being before them was the most benevolent being they knew! Some knew her more than others, since they crossed paths before their capture. She must not be sullied by those fools who dare thought that they are worthy of her presence!
Remembering a brief lesson she gave them about this 'Force' and how it can be used to communicate with others regardless of distance, they collectively attempted to use that lesson to call for help, even from the prideful vampire with them. She once let them feel this 'Force' for a brief time. They tried to remember what it felt like and once they got a hold of that same feeling, they mentally cried out, heedless of who answered, "HELP," a cry only heard by one real person.
+- Michael's House */
Harry's eyes snapped open as he heard a faint cry for help from somewhere. Invisible as he is from Michael's eyes, he swung off his bed and grabbed his effects before silently leaving the house. He conjured himself an all-black robe with a hood and face mask. He tried to sense for any possible bystanders. Upon sensing none, he put the mask on and crouched low before using the Force to take to the skies, somehow not making any noise.
It was very fortunate that he left. A few seconds after he flew off, a soft snap signalled the arrival of Albus Dumbledore to Solitaria Avenue.
The Dursleys aren't much help either in explaining how they got there or where Harry is, the elder mused. Something's stopping them from divulging any information and their minds were blocked by some very powerful force that he didn't want to break, lest he be arrested by the Ministry for breaking the Dursleys' minds. So he had to use Legilimency instead on the police officers inside the prison to find some inkling of information. He found one in someone named Officer Jessie in the form of an address. He immediately used Apparition as soon as possible to the street, none the wiser as to what happened before he arrived.
+- Monthly Auction House – Minutes Later */
"Alright, as painful as it is for me to say it, this lovely Aniol goes to Mr. Malfoy!" The slaves cried in sorrow. Their cry was unheard. Their last possible hope failed.
As everyone stood to either collect their prize or leave with nothing, something broke the ceiling of the auction house and landed right in the middle, creating a powerful concussion that threw everyone off their feet. As the ruckus died off, everyone stared at the intruder and found very deadly emerald eyes glowing from beneath a dark robe.
Harry Potter surveyed the scenery. I see. So the slaves wanted someone to save them. As his eyes crossed with the "Aniol's", his mask was the only thing keeping everyone from seeing his shocked look. Impossible! How could one of the Diathim be on Earth? One subject in the datapad detailed the species Diathim and Maelibus and their descriptions. And the glowing being before him was definitely a Diathim! Looking at the collar around her neck and the slight bruising on her face, he frowned as some form of fury bubbled from with him. He used his anger to fuel his magic and released it onto the house, creating a heavy pressure on them all. As he stood up, those who were weak of will fell to the floor, unconscious.
"Who in Merlin are you," Lucius Malfoy sneered.
Harry answered, "Who I am is not important. My purpose is."
"What is your purpose?"
"To enact justice," he said with finality before he suddenly appeared in front of the announcer and punched him hard in the gut. The magic within the punch sent him back to the backstage as Harry encased the collars on each slave's neck with the Force, preventing any future damage done to their wearers in case of them being trap collars. He suddenly turned around and held out his hand and stopped the incoming spells in midair.
Everyone gaped in shock at the disguised Harry, who lowered his hands with the spells dispelling with it. He raised his other hand and pointed it at the others. He channeled the Force through his hand and purplish-red energies burst forth from it and connected with the still-conscious wizards and witches. Once satisfied with their punishment, he ceased his Force power and watched as the rest crumpled to the floor.
"Are they…dead?" The lamia asked.
Harry instead waved his hand and the cages were split apart and the collars were loosened from their necks. "Killing them would gain me nothing. They are merely unconscious. I knocked the weak out with my magical pressure and drained the vitality of the strong to the point of unconsciousness. Now come. Let us leave before they all wake up. Does anyone know any teleportation magic? I am still in the process of learning one."
"Umm," a meek voice from behind a harpy sounded. It was revealed to be a blonde elf with a generous chest. "I have a teleportation stone given to me by my mother. I think it can teleport all of us out of here."
"That's good." He walked over to the Diathim and pulled her over to the main group. "All of you better grab onto her and teleport out of here."
The vampire narrowed her ice blue eyes at him, crossing her arms under her large breasts (Seriously, Harry thought, are these slavers all breast-o-philiacs or something? Every female slaves here are well-endowed. Oh wait, they are male slavers.). "Why should we follow the orders of a human?" The disdain was disdainfully obvious.
Harry sharply replied, "Because this human just saved your lives and your health when you cried out to me. If you don't want me here, then just say the word and I'll leave you all alone with these unconscious slavers, just waiting to capture you all again." The vampire glared at him before the Diathim put a hand to her shoulder.
Her angelic voice soothed her anger. "Please, do as he says. This man has just saved our lives. It would not be beneficial for us to scorn him after his deed."
The vampire stiffly nodded, put a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear, and asked, "What will you do then?"
"I'm going to wipe their memories of this event so that they won't try to capture you again. Now, go. Return to your respective homes and alleviate the worries of your people."
As the teleportation stone glowed, the Diathim said, "Please, sir, tell us your name before we leave." The stone worked its magic and they all slowly vanished in a vortex of time and space.
But they didn't completely vanish before hearing Harry's last words.
"You may call me Cael (Latin for Heaven)."
I did warn you about this particular chapter.
But, nevertheless, I hope you like this chapter.
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