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"Talking."

'Thinking.'

'Divine thought speaking/familiar bond thoughts.'

"[Other language auto-translated to English.]"

[Specific event start/stop marker]

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December 23, 2005. 740 Park Avenue Penthouse.

Three months had passed since Harry had arrived in the United States and Camp Half-Blood. He spent most of his time training in the weaponry provided by camp as well as Yamato. He had done well enough with bows, nothing to the level of the Apollo campers, but he ranked in the top ten outside of the Sun god's children. His knowledgebase as well as his photographic memory angered many of the campers, primarily those in Athena's cabin as they were the librarians of the camp and had many texts in multiple languages, though most were translated over into Greek. That actually caused quite the interesting confrontation with Annabeth a few months ago.

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[Flashback]

Two months ago, Camp Half-Blood.

Harry had been having a mostly relaxed day in October, considering that it was coming again very soon. He sat on the porch of Aphrodite's cabin reading War and Peace in the original English translation. He had a quarter of the book left when he noticed someone standing in front of him. "Can I help you Ms. Chase?"

"How are you able to read English so easily?" she asked, well more like demanded.

Harry closed his book after dog-earing the page. "I have a photographic memory," he replied simply.

"What does that have to do with anything?" she pressed.

Harry sighed. "I don't actually read the pages thoroughly. Once I look at them they're burned into my memory. I spend my free time mentally disassembling what dyslexia has mixed up. A few years ago I started studying cryptology and anagrams, while it does make it easier to decode, it still takes time."

"So you forced yourself to learn how to read English without getting it jumbled up?"

"More like shortening the decoding time, but yes."

[End flashback]

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Harry had been quite the busy bee, especially when discovering his powers that being a child of Aphrodite came with. One of the most useful ones that he started learning how to control was his metamorph abilities. It had been weird to say the least. He first experimented with changing his eye, hair, and skin color. It had taken close to a month to become adept enough to keep the transformation in place. He found out quite fun to mess with Annabeth when she tried to follow him around for answers. He then started working on changing the pitch of his voice at a moment's notice. Harry had to say, he did a mean Morgan Freeman impression. He then worked on female voices as he figured he might have to throw his voice similarly how a ventriloquist does with dummies. The next thing he did was preparation for a full body transformation. After getting Dobby to retrieve anything on metamorphmagi from the Black and Potter vaults Harry found that transforming one's body immediately all at once the first time tends to hurt 'like balls' as one journal entry stated (1). So he borrowed some of his sisters' magazines that had 'hot guys' to find men of a similar physique to use as a template to work off of as the entry also stated that changing one's height tends to throw off balance making them look like a klutz or accident prone as they aren't used to their bodies.

That made Harry think of a certain girl that was six years ahead of him that was always clumsy. Tripping on nothing and always wobbling as if she had been drinking, though she never did to his knowledge. He also remembered this girl constantly changing hair colors on a daily basis. He kept trying to think of who she was to remember a child from when he was a baby that was just like her, but less clumsy. What did he call her? That's right, 'Nym'; though he knew that wasn't her full name (2).

Speaking of memories, Harry had spent a full day with Castor and Pollux talking about the mind specifically. Castor had likened a mental fight to a game of 2Flag (3), or classic capture the flag with two flags where you had to bring the enemy team's flag back to your base in order to win, unlike camp's rule where you had to cross the boundary set by Chiron in order to win. In this case the 'flag' was information. Castor then went on to describe the two primary categories of attack, assault and infiltration. Like their real world counterparts required the attacker to brute force their way into their opponent's mind and infiltration required the attacker to sneak into the defender's mind without them knowing or tripping their mental defenses. He stressed that the normal Hecate blessed mortals, even extremely powerful ones, shouldn't be able to get past the mental defenses of demigods; however demigods blessed by Hecate were a different story.

Pollux then explained the necessity of mental defenses and how to build them. He explained that while building defenses will not keep the gods or brings of similar power out, it would keep mortals and other demigods out. First and foremost, mental defenses are constructs of the mind and therefore Harry's imagination was the limit and he could create rules that superseded reality's. If he could think of a purpose for an object that his mind created, whether it actually meant something or was a redirect, he could create it. But before he started filing his mind with defenses he needed to create two things: a shell and a safe room. The shell was the environment that ask invaders and welcome guests would arrive in, he could make it as welcoming or as hostile as he wanted. The safe room on the other hand was a location or room that served the purpose of containing the information that Harry wanted to keep secret or protect the most. The brothers then suggested that he reorganize his mind, separating the important information from the unimportant. Harry was then told to not use libraries as a safe room as that would be the first place that anyone would look. It was also suggested that he pick places that he knew well as shells and to layer them to make it as difficult as possible for the invader. Only after he creates the shells should he start on defenses. Castor then added that he should have defenses for both assume and infiltration minded invaders.

So that's what he did, he created an empty field with a table and chair. He then imagined each of his memories as sheets of paper that he stacked in piles of 'important,' 'semi-important,' and 'unimportant'. Unsurprisingly the unimportant pile was much bigger. He imagined each of the piles that were on the table as flash drives and grabbed them. It was then he started creating his mindscape. Two months had passed since then and he had made several revisions to the defenses, but the current version he was quite proud of.

The first thing that you would notice entering Harry's mind was that there was a mahogany door with a gold knob in the middle of a corn field (4), you could look behind it but there was nothing there to suggest that the door actually did anything other than just sit there. The door had two immediate defenses with two paths set into it. The doorknob was a biometric sensor, if anyone other than Harry were to grab it without him accompanying them they would arrive at a planned landscape that was Hogwarts with a bulbous, massive, purple ship hovering over it (5). Harry only put things that people know he knew about, like the Gryffindor common room and dorms, each of the classrooms that were in use during his four years, the Chamber of Secrets, Hagrid's hut, the Quidditch pitch, and the library. Inside the castle there were the soldiers of the Covenant prowling the halls for enemies, as well as well as other fictional characters that specialized in counter-espionage. Now while the sons of Dionysus said not to include a library, that's not where he put any of the important memories or information. No, this was a trap that would make Admiral Ackbar proud.

In each of the books were a few pages of benign details that might even put Binns to sleep if he were to read them. Then out of nowhere the invader would be visually assaulted by sexually explicit visual content on the following page flip. The children of Aphrodite's minds tend to run on the more into the 'gutter' as it were than the rest of the children at camp. It isn't uncommon to hear off color sex jokes and sex based conversations inside the cabin. After all their mother is the goddess of love, beauty, and lust. Some of the scenes could be described as quite romantic and steamy; however in the titles of books that contained anything that could be considered interesting or some of Harry's deepest secrets contained some of the most deprived scenes of sexual deviancy that one would be pressed to find on the deep net, which included bestiality which now that he looked back at it made a bit of bile rise into this throat.

If somehow the invader managed to get past those scenes of horror, as some books contained some weird kinks, they would be taken to the beaches of Normandy during the events of Operation Overlord. The invader would have to avoid being shot by not only not-Germans in the machine gun nests and bombardment, but also the not-Allied soldiers as well (6). What made them different? Well they all had modern arms and weaponry. But that was not all as there was a huge secret lying on the other side of the bunkers: a certain massive bipedal tank from a certain franchise. That's right, Harry had a Metal Gear. Well in his mind that is.

If SOMEHOW the invader managed to get past the fifty foot tall bipedal tank that had twin thirty millimeter rotary canons, lasers, anti-tank missiles, and a railgun that could launch nuclear ordinance, they would end up in a box canyon in the middle of nowhere and they would meet a certain idiot dressed in blue armor. A certain blue armored idiot that has a tendency to kill his own teammates. The certain idiot's name? Michael J. Caboose.

Harry was knocked out of his musings when the doorbell rang. He quickly transformed into one of his templates. Currently he was 'wearing' the visage of a young man with dirty blonde hair, an average American height and weight, and bright blue eyes. His facial features he combined when he observed the crowd on the streets. He was a veritable face in the crowd, along with his other 'sets' he created. He looked through the eyehole and saw that it was his guests he invited.

Harry quickly shifted back to the way he was before, straightened his Armani suit he was wearing, and opened the door. "Monsieur and Madame Delacour, Fleur, Gabrielle, welcome to my humble abode," Harry greeted his guests. He saw that all three of the women were dressed quite fashionably. Fleur looked the same that she did when he saw her last, but Gabrielle looked older but that confused him as it had only been around eight months since he had seen her last briefly at the tournament.

"Why thank you, Monsieur Potter," the Delacour patriarch stated politely as he and his family walked inside the luxurious apartment.

"Dobby, if you would please take their coats?" Harry politely asked.

Dobby popped into existence right next to Harry and his French guests. "Of course Master Harry," Dobby cheerfully replied as he took their heavy winter coats and hung them up magically on the coat hook near the door. Dobby then popped away to do other tasks.

"I keep telling him to stop calling me 'Master' but he does it anyway," Harry muttered.

"Well Monsieur Potter, house elves have their little quirks. They have magically induced instincts that compel them to call the one they're bonded to 'Master' or 'Mistress'," the Delacour matriarch stated.

"You are treating him well at least, yes?" Fleur asked as they walked into the sitting room that had luxurious leather couches and chairs.

"I am," Harry said as he sat down and the Delacour family followed suit on the other pieces of furniture. "He keeps the apartment in order as well as stocks the fridge and pantry when I'm about to visit, though I've only done so once in the last three months. I usually pick up after myself, force of habit."

"Are you doing well? You certainly look better since I last saw you in France."

Harry sighed, "Better than I expected than I would be, all things considering. I have to disguise myself whenever I go out so if the Goat and his minions go searching for me all they will see is a face in a crowd that doesn't look like the Harry they expect to see. Not only that but I am training myself for the day that I see the Goat again, amongst other things."

There was a slight awkward silence before the Delacour patriarch spoke up and cleared his throat, "Allow me to introduce myself and my wife as you know our two daughters already. My name is Jean and this is my lovely wife Appoline."

Harry took her hand and gently kissed it, "Milady." Her short giggle was otherworldly, as if she were an angel from Heaven and her daughters were clones of her, albeit younger.

"Monsieur Potter, you flatter me," she said sweetly.

"It's not a problem. I guess you're wondering why I had you come here, other than for a good cup of tea. New York can be quite brisk in the winter." As Harry said that Dobby appeared with a tray of teacups and a steaming kettle.

Jean took a cup that Harry filled. "It did cross our minds, though I can hazard a guess that you wish to discuss the life debt that my two daughters owe you."

"You'd be correct," Harry calmly replied. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that Gabrielle stiffened as she had no idea what was going to happen next. "I do wish to discuss how I will accept the life debt owed."

"[Please sir, please don't make me do anything degrading,]" she pleaded in French, her blue eyes tearing up.

Harry walked over to the frightened eleven year old (7) and lightly laid a comforting hand on her shoulder. "[Don't worry, I wouldn't make you do anything that I wouldn't make myself do,]" Harry said with a smile. It was only then he just realized that the family was staring at him. "[I'm speaking fluent French, aren't I?]" The four family members nodded. "[I assume that this would make it easier to talk with everyone?]"

"[That would probably be best, Monsieur Potter as while Gabrielle knows some English, it's not fluent like her sister's is,]" Jean said. Though Harry's immediate language switch intrigued him. "[How did you learn how to speak French so fluently? You sound like a natural born Parisian.]"

Harry rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "[Well that's thanks to my mother, as she's the epitome of beauty and men's tastes tend to differ… it's a power that occasionally pops up in her children.]" Harry then went on to explain that whenever he heard a language he would unknowingly understand and speak it.

"[I can see why that could get annoying at times,]" Fleur stated with amusement.

"[You have no idea. There's a reason I tend to avoid Chinatown, so many languages and dialects of the same language in the same place. I was walking with a friend trying to find a Christmas gift and while talking switched from Mandarin, Japanese, Vietnamese, and Korean mid-sentence multiple times.]"

"[Digression aside, how would my daughters repay you for their life debt?]" Apolline asked.

Harry set his teacup down and leaned forward, fingers steepled. If one would make a comparison one might say he resembled Gendo from Evangelion. "[As you know both Voldemort and Dumbledore are out to get me. One manipulated into thinking that killing me will prevent his own death, the other the master manipulator that will throw the world into true chaos. That being said I am one man, albeit young, against two sides of the extreme. On one side I have Voldemort and his Death Munchers who are fanatical in their beliefs that only those of 'pure blood' should not only rule the wizarding world, but the mundane as well through extermination. While his army's numbers are small, they are increasing every day if the letters that I'm receiving by proxy from friends that truly believe in my innocence. On the other side we have Dumbledore who literally has an army at his disposal as well. They believe that every word spewing from his mouth is the gospel from the mouth of Christ himself. They're just as fanatical but are willing to throw themselves in front of lethal curses while only throwing non-lethal stunners in return.

"[While I do have the protection of the United States both mundane and magical alike and their allies as well as the Greek gods, I'm only one man against two armies who both want me dead; one in the form of long term manipulation and being strung along until death, the other wants me tortured before I die. It's a lose-lose situation. I need an army of my own, or at least an army of people ready to stand up when the time comes.]"

"[And how do you suggest we go about this? How do the life debts fit into this? While I won't be able to tell my daughters what to do once you've given them orders, I do strongly disagree with sending them into war,]" Jean firmly stated.

Harry stood up and walked over to the window that overlooked the cityscape. "[Monsieur Delacour, what do you know of the war machine?]"

"[You need money to run it.]"

"[Indeed, that of which I have. Money to pay mercenaries, money to pay for food and munitions, money to pay for deployments and fire support. Money is only one part that makes the cogs war machine turn. Voldemort and Dumbledore know this as well. Voldemort has some of the richest Purebloods in his pocket, pockets he in turn can reach in to and take as much money as he needs to fund his little war. Dumbledore took my family's money to finance his little Kentucky Fried Chicken club, and I bet when Moldypants begins his assaults on Britain and countries surrounding her Dumbledore will start asking for financial support to ward the Dark Lord off. But like I said, money is but one cog. People are another.

"[When war is initiated, whether it be the Second World War that brought all of our countries together against a common enemy or against a terrorist organization that oppresses the people under their rule, each volunteer or conscripted man and woman all have a role. During the last great war women who were homemakers took over their husbands' jobs. Every man and woman fighting today are sorted into places where their talents may help their side. In this case for your daughters I'm going to need them to help me prepare for this upcoming three sided war.]"

"[How?]" Fleur asked.

Harry sat back down in his chair. "[Fleur, there are multiple ways both you and your sister can help me with this. There's research and development of new spells, wards, or weaponry and defenses. There's medicine. There's resource and personnel procurement. There's many ways you can assist. Fleur, you were planning on interning at Gringotts weren't you?]"

"[Yes, I was planning on becoming a curse breaker,]" she replied.

"[And does curse breaking require skills in mathematics?]"

"[Yes, they require numerical pattern recognition as well as being able to think quickly on your feet.]"

"[Do you have any experience in money management?]" Harry asked, the next answer would decide the primary role Fleur would play.

"[My parents made sure to teach us how to spend money responsibly. What are you getting at?]" Fleur all but politely demanded. Harry pulled out a folder and opened it to a very specific form before setting it on the table. Fleur took the paper and read it. "[What is this?]"

"[It's a legal document stating that if you sign you'll be legally allowed to access my money and distribute it as my executor, or whatever it's called. I can't be out managing my assets and properties as like I said that I do have protections legally, if Dumbledore and his followers do anything illegal to try and grab me there's little I can do, especially if they ambush me. They won't expect a broker like yourself to be managing it.]"

"[You want me to manage your money?]" Harry nodded. "[But what will I do for housing and money?]"

"[You will be paid and you can have full use of the properties I own, like this apartment.]"

"[So I will work for you then?]" Fleur asked. Harry again nodded. She then signed the paper which took a small sample of her blood as proof of her signing. "[What will you have me do first?]"

"[Invest money in profitable older companies and promising up incomers, I trust your judgement,]" Harry replied.

"[What about me?]" Gabrielle asked timidly.

"[What do you like to do?]" Harry asked with a gentle smile on his face.

"[Well… I like the idea of making new spells.]"

"[Well then you will do that. Finish your education, and do that.]"

"[I do have one concern, monsieur Potter. What of their love lives? There's a reason why I'm concerned about my daughters having life debts. Normal life debts between humans are solved easily enough, some times without knowledge that they even did it. Life debts for Veela on the other hand can be complex,]" Appoline stated. "[Depending on the heart of the rescuer it is more common than not for the rescued, Fleur and Gabrielle in this case, to fall in love with them (8).]"

"[Heart?]"

"[Yes. There is a law that does not exist in Britain that exists most everywhere else, it's the reason why there haven't been any Veela colonies in the British Isles since the late twelve hundreds. Greedy, pig headed wizards used to hire vagabonds to place a Veela he had his eye on in danger so that he could 'rescue' them, creating a life debt. With those of an impure heart or intentions cause what is akin to slavery where they could have their new Veela 'slave' do anything and everything deprived that her new 'master' wanted. Those of a pure heart and intentions on the other hand could spawn one of the more pure relationships in the world. The law was ratified in most international magical communities, and as the British still haven't ratified the same law all Veela left the British Isles never to return to be citizens.]"

"[However we can see, monsieur Potter, that you had pure intentions when saving both of my daughters,]" Jean interrupted. "[What will you do if either, or both, of them try to pursue you romantically?]"

Harry thought for a moment, unsure what to say. The two girls looked at him, hanging on his response. "[I'll be honest, I don't know. While I feel as though it might work out in the end, I'm uncertain. At this point in my life I'm just rolling with the 'punches' as it were. But I can assure you of one thing, I would never intentionally hurt them.]" There was a bit of an awkward silence that fell for a few minutes before Harry spoke up again. "[Gabrielle, it looks like you grew a bit since the last time I saw you.]"

She blushed a bit being put on the spot, "[Well yes. I grew a bit.]"

"[I'd say. You looked like a first year last year but now you could pass as someone in line at the DMV for their driver's license.]"

"[Veela, even those who are part Veela like my sister and I, go through an accelerated puberty,]" Fleur explained. "[For most of our lives until we reach puberty we look child-like to ward off unwanted advances; however being the sexual beings that Veela are we go from how you saw Gabrielle months ago to what we see now in the matter of weeks. It's more annoying than painful, more than anything.]"

The Delacour family stayed for a bit longer. They chatted about things, both political and otherwise, before they left leaving Harry in his very large apartment but not before both girls kissed him on the cheek. Harry had one other meeting to take care of, but that wouldn't come for close to another week. As he looked out towards the Empire State Building he saw that angry black clouds started to surround the lighting rod at the top. Harry knew that something big was going to happen soon.

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December 31, 2005. 23:30 hours, Times Square.

Hermione had no idea why she was here in New York City during the busiest event of the year that is recognized worldwide. She had received a letter from Gringotts months ago telling her to be at this specific street corner at a half-hour to midnight on December thirty-first. Her letter had a compulsion charm to read it quietly then burn it, and if anyone asked it was a notice from the bank notifying her that funds were stolen from her account, but returned.

Later that week her parents told her that they were spending Christmas in upstate New York and would be attending the world famous New Year's Eve party that would happen in Times Square. Apparently a very thankful patient had gifted him three passes to a very expensive ski resort for an entire week, and considering the hell she was going through at Hogwarts that year thanks to the pink cardigan monster lovingly referred to as 'Umbitch' she jumped at the chance at some peace and quiet.

It was when she was bumped by a woman that she was brought out of her mental musings. "Sorry 'bout that," she said. "Hey, you dropped something," she pointed out to Hermione a small piece of paper that looked like a paper football.

"Thanks-," Hermione replied, but when she turned to look there was no one there, the closest person was twenty feet away and it wasn't the woman that bumped into her. She opened the note and it said, 'Diner behind you. Corner booth. Come alone in five minutes or I'm gone. –H.'

She turned around and saw that there was a coffee shop that she didn't necessarily notice before. She walked inside and saw that it looked like a diner that you would see from the sixties, just with a more updated uniform. While the diner wasn't packed, there were quite a few people there. She didn't even notice the woman who came up to her holding a menu. "Hi!" she said cheerfully while wearing '2006' glasses like the people outside were. "Table for one?"

Hermione was taken a bit aback at her cheerfulness, "Umm no… I'm meeting someone here, in the corner booth." Hermione then pointed to the booth discreetly.

The waitress looked over to the seat. "Well there's no one over there right now, but you can sit there if you want to."

"That would be lovely, thank you."

The waitress led her over the booth and gave her a menu when she sat down. "Would you like something to drink right away?"

"Hot tea if you have it."

"I'll be back in a jiffy," the waitress said as she went to check on another customer.

"Hermione," she heard a male voice from behind her say. She started to turn around before the voice said, "Don't turn around, just listen."

"Who are you, what do you want?" she asked just loud enough for the two of them to hear.

"Don't you recognize my voice?" the man's voice shifted to one that she recognized, one she hadn't heard in over six months.

"Harry?!" she almost shouted in surprise.

"Don't. Turn. Around," Harry said firmly. "You never know who's watching us. And yes it's me."

"Why don't you want me to see you?" Hermione asked. "What did they do to you in Azkaban?"

"Shh~."

It was at that moment when the waitress returned with Hermione's tea. "Have you had enough time to look over the menu?" she asked.

"I'm going to need a few more minutes, thank you," Hermione replied. Once the waitress left again Hermione turned her attention to Harry, "How did you break out? They said you killed your extended family. They said that you used Unforgivables. They-."

"'Mione, slow down and breathe. Yes they did horrible things to me in that hellhole, but that's not the reason I don't want you to see me. I got out thanks to some people in high places, and no I can't tell you. As for us meeting like this? Plausible deniability if someone found out you actually met me here."

"Plausible deniability? What are you talking about?" she asked in genuine confusion.

"'Mione, there's more going on than meets the eye. In the eyes of British wizarding law I'm a fugitive wanted for murder and now escaping prison. You know the entire trial was a sham, you and several dozen people know that as well." Harry then dropped the 'bomb,' he told her everything about Dumbledore and his plans, or at least the abridged version. "That's what he wants to do, throw the world into a twisted vision only he could think up."

"Harry… this is just…" she trailed.

"Unbelievable? I know it is. I believe that Dumbledore not only Obliviated not only me, but several others, you included. While you're here I would highly recommend that you go to St. Mary's in town. Being one of the largest cities in the world they care for both magical and mundanes alike."

"Ron too?"

"I don't know what he did to him, but whatever it was it was over a long time of exposure. They sought me out intentionally, Ron tried to get you killed once you got too close to me first year. Ron might be too far gone, but Dumbledore is a monster." There was a silence that hung over the two. "Listen, I need to head out now, but before I do I need you do to a favor for me."

"Anything," Hermione replied.

"Find allies. People we can both trust. The Delacours stand with me and the Greengrass sisters might be able to assist as their family are old business partners of my family's. But whatever you do, don't trust any of the Weasleys right now, especially Ron. Get allies from every house, not just Gryffindor; hit up Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw as well. Work on your Occlumency as well, hit the local magic alley and get book on it. Get barriers that will make it difficult for Dumbledore to read you just by making eye contact."

Harry stood up only for Hermione to hug him, keeping him from leaving. "Will I see you again?" she asked.

"Maybe soon. Maybe not for a long time. Κύριος Μαΐου Ερμής σας κρατήσει ασφαλή στα ταξίδια σας (9)," Harry said before leaving the diner.

To be continued…

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And there we go, another chapter down. Read for notes.

1. Journal entry? Well it was said that the Black family once had metamorphs as a kind of family trait so this isn't that farfetched.

2. Now as you know, Harry's never met Tonks during the Order of the Phoenix as that was the first time that he actually met her that he could remember. I also know that she babysat him when he was an infant, something that he remembers vaguely.

3. 2Flag, other than being not as good as Six Flags, sorry for the pun, is a game variant in the Halo series where you steal the flag and bring it to your flag in order to score. Like I said in the exposition the CTF games in camp the game is won once you bring it past the boundary set by Chiron, with the CTF variant in Halo you actually have to defend the carrier until he reaches your flag, a bit more of a challenge.

4. Think of the exit from the Department of Mysteries from the movie, only filled in with a door.

5. Yep, that's a Covenant ship. Before you get the pitchforks I made sure to double check my research and history. Halo was released in 2001 and Halo 2 in 2004 (hence the 2014 ten year anniversary rerelease whose cutscenes are beautiful). And remember, this is Harry's imagined defense, what's more effective than a Covenant carrier with their plasma weaponry?

6. What do I mean with these "nots" in front of the German and Allied soldiers? Well they aren't the ones that were deployed at the original D-Day, that's for sure.

7. Ok so I did the research. I went on the HP wiki and found that she was born in 1986, and is five years younger than Harry; therefore by this piece of lore, even if we were to move it ten years into the future, would mean that she ten or eleven years old during the events of the Order of the Phoenix as well as this story, also meaning that she was in her first year at Beauxbatons during the Goblet of Fire. Personally I'm going to assume that she was born in the fall, so that being said: eleven years old for this scene during this fic. While the book says that she looked to be "no older eight" I do have an explanation mentioned in the chapter that's hopefully satisfactory. If you're reading this after the fact, hopefully it was satisfactory.

8. I believe that the origin of Veela life debts and "love" coming from them comes from a specific scene in the movies where Gabrielle flutters her eyes at Harry before Fleur and Bill's wedding, seemingly like a girl that has a crush on him similar to how Ginny did. Logic dictates, based on evidence presented, that since Harry saved her she is now attracted to him, regardless to the fact that she is younger than him.

9. Got another translation straight from google translate:
Kýrios Maḯou Ermí̱s sas kratí̱sei asfalí̱ sta taxídia sas.
May Lord Hermes keep you safe in your travels.

Ok so a note on Harry's metamorph abilities aside from what I've already explained. Now in some fanfics there is a trope (which is a thought or idea that's used a lot) where metamorphs have a "true form." Nope, not in this one. There's going to be three states of form that he'll be using: birth form (aka base form) which is what his body was born as the result of his parents' genetics, identifiable form which is the form which is the way that he thinks he should look, and random transformation in which he picks a series of preset features in his mind before taking on those appearances. So simplified: how he was born, how he feels he should look, and whatever transformation he wants to don temporarily.

Also, why are the references? Well I was in a mood. I mean I got Metal Gear on the mind thanks to putting well over 30 some hours and then some into the Phantom Pain so far, hence a Metal Gear in Harry's mind. And Halo? Well as I stated in note #5 the Covenant are fierce warriors, especially the Elites (Sangheili). And as for the one and only Michael J. Caboose, well I have Red vs. Blue on the mind as well. Plus he's a team killing f*cktard, the perfect trap. He gets you thinking that you're safe then *WHAM* tank round to the face.

When Harry questions Jean Delacour about his knowledge of war, I wasn't insinuating that Jean was stupid, Jean was just seeing where Harry was going with the conversation. And this next part is related to note #8. I have been approached by one of your fellow readers for a suggestion that I make this a harem-fic. The thing is though, I don't know if I can write that, at least for this fic at least. While it seems as though I'm setting up Harry for a harem or at least more than one girl, but to be honest I still have yet to decide the pairing. I mean I'm leaning towards Thalia, but again I'm undecided at this point in time. So I'm going to pitch a question to you: should I place Harry in a one-girl exclusive relationship, or a more open one (polyamorous) with more than one girl? That's my main question for you guys for this chapter and the one that I hope to hear back from you guys about. I just have one request that you keep it polite, just keep it to "yes" or "no."

Before I go I have some news. I am still working on the HPxNCIS fic that I mentioned once before. I have another that I mentioned last chapter being of Game of Thrones, I'm still working out all the details and the plans that I will need to make for that one. And I am also working on a plan for a Metal Gear Solid based fic as well. I have been also thinking of writing a Stargate and one for an anime so stay tuned for those.