God-Emperor of Essos and beyond (Hiatus)

by Paperpuscher 101

After losing a devastating war against the muggles Earth wasn't a place for magical people any longer. In an attempt to have a life worth living Harry and his companions travel to an unknown world. Instead of finding the long awaited peace new problems, threats and enemies await. [On Hiatus]

10. Preparations, Assassinations, War

In the three weeks before the armies would arrive Harry and the others would be busy preparing themselves for the attack. Like predicted Narcissa was busy brewing potions for the defence with the Cauldron of Plenty. Garrotting Gas, Armadillo Bile mixture and Erumpent potion were brewed.

From the colour and odourless Garrotting Gas they had about hundred barrels of compressed gas.

From the Erumpent potion and the Armadillo Bile Mixture also hundred barrels. The highly explosive and sensitive to the slightest disturbance of outside forces potion had to be stored in special barrels so that it would not suddenly explode when they experienced a little too much force. The same with the Armadillo Bile Mixture, which was highly corrosive to flesh and anything else.

While Narcissa was occupied brewing Harry and the rest set up a wall around the farms with enough space for future additions. The problem was that they lacked stones to properly build it. To transfigure it out of the earth would be not very efficient, having to reshape and remodel the very earth itself. So it was decided that they would kill two birds with one stone.

To the east of the Poison Sea were the Bone Mountains, where no one had mined until now. The miners were like usual taken from the continuous influx of Lharzeen people, who fled from the Ghiscari and Dothraki coming their way, and put under the tutelage of miners from the Patrimony. They were more than usual and it looked like their city would soon be fully inhabited. That was saying something with being able to hold a million people.

Of course, they had to find places to mine first. However, that was easy with their ability to sense the earth and what it contained. There were three iron mines, one for silver, two for gold, two for salt and coal, one for crystals and another even had diamonds in it, for now that was all.

Naturally, they accelerated it a bit with the gouging spell, Defodio. The first couple hundred meters were dug with it. The rest had to be made by the miners and workers as well as to build small villages outside of the mines with an equally small harbour for ships and boats to dock.

The ore was of course given to the smiths, something that pleased Horor as well as all other normal-, gold and silver smiths and the jewellers immensely, but the useless stones were used to make the wall around their farms.

The wall circled it all and then went along the shore of the Poison Sea to the new gatehouse of the Bridge of Dreams complete with retractable wooden bridge. The wall had the same enchantments as the walls of the Patrimony and strong steel gates in every major direction. North, South and West with East being the city's entrance.

As well as an anti-arrow shield over the whole area in form of a ward. The wall out of fused stone was ten meters high and two meters wide with a tower here and there and more than a mile away in radius from the farms. The warrior-woman manned the wall immediately and established patrol routes.

At the moment Harry was busy preparing the defences some more. It were a few days before the attack would happen from what they knew.

Harry and Andromeda were carving a line into the ground that ran the same course as the wall with the exception that it was a good a kilometre away from the defensive structure.

It was similar to an age-line, but instead of age it prohibited all normal humans entry. It was no muggle-repelling ward, more like a line that could not be crossed or deceived by them. They would only activate it when most of the army was inside it. After it fulfilled its purpose a simple command would deactivate it again.

The group could also simply wait for the armies to disperse while waiting behind the line, but the Qartheen ships would still come. Which was no problem, but to cover behind walls for a danger to pass wasn't their style.

"Do you think that is good enough?" asked Andromeda as they met again. He went south from the gatehouse and she north, so they met again in the middle.

Shrugging his shoulders Harry answered. "I have no idea. At least it will trap anyone trying to run." having finished carving it into the ground he admired his work for a bit and tried to cheer Andy up a bit. "I also think that between the potions Narcissa has brewed, the Devil Snare and the portable swamps not many will survive."

A small smile appeared on her face as she sashayed over to him, while purring in his ear. "I suppose that is true." swinging her arms around his neck and pulling him closer she said. "You know we haven't had much time for fun in the last weeks." referring to all the time they had been spending on building the defences and falling nearly asleep into bed.

"Hmm." Harry hummed in agreement as he took in her scent. "Just a few more days and we can make plans for a week long vacation, I think." he too was a bit worn out, but nothing he or his wives couldn't handle. However Harry wasn't sure if they should laze around after the enemy was defeated. They could also arrange a counter-offensive and take the cities of them in turn.

"Sounds good." Andy murmured as she drew him into a kiss while her hands ran through his uncontrollable hair. She kissed him for a good minute wrestling with her tongue over the control in their mouths.

It still amazed her after nearly two years with him how Harry could manipulate her body. Squeezing her rear, letting his hands wander all over her as she moaned into the kiss and responded in kind. It was a shame they still had things to do.

Regretfully she withdrew, panting. "We should stop or I won't be able to do so after a certain point." commented Andromeda as she drew circles on his chest.

Harry chuckled with his chest rumbling in Andromeda's ear, listening to his heartbeat. "Yeah." he agreed and let go of her. "We have to plant the Devil Snare, Venomous Tentacula and portable swamps as well as the other traps anyway."

The combination would be used at the location where they assumed the Ghiscari would arrive. First would come the Devil Snare in the swamps and behind those the Venomous Tentacula. The enemies who survived the snare would be forced to wade their way through the swamp slowly while the Tentaculas shot them from a distance with their poisonous darts and strangled anybody coming into reach, eating them and processing them to mulch.

The tricky part for the enemy was that the snare reacted to movement, but when they stayed still they would sink into the swamp and suffocate. The Venomous Tentacula was to pick out the possible survivors.

Other things added on either side of the swamp were wolf holes. It was basically a large trench two metres deep. They then hardened the earth to stone and made it impervious to all liquids. Afterwards it would be filled with the Armadillo Bile mixture. The spells preventing it from eating the stone away. Over it came a wicker to conceal the trench.

Another were mines build with the Erumpent potion. Vials of easily breakable glass were filled with it and buried under a thin layer of earth. The disruption made when someone walked on it would trigger the explosion.

After all was said and done Andromeda remembered something and inquired. "Did you release the surprises?" it was accompanied with a feral grin, saying she could hardly wait for the enemy to see it.

Harry had a shark like grin of his own and responded. "Yeah, the three are in the lake right now, making themselves comfortable." One could argue he went over the top, but for the protection of his city nothing was too much. Shortly after both of them apparated back to the city, back into the palace.

They arrived at a scene where the Goblet of Fire sat on a small pillar with a cauldron made out of Fire-crab shell sitting on a tripod with a fire going under it. "Is everything ready?" asked Harry as he turned and looked for the other five women.

They all stood behind where he and Andy arrived. Bellatrix, Narcissa, Marcella, Melisandre and Kinvara. The last one just like Melisandre insisted on serving him and just like the other red-head made herself comfortable in the palace. She had a room directly adjacent to Melisandre's one.

"What are we doing, master?" Kinvara inquired curiously as she let her eyes roam over all the strange ingredients. Flowers, gems, fat, blood and various other things lay beside them.

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the address Harry responded. "We will perform a ritual." upon seeing her still worshipful and hopeful gaze he sighed and elaborated. "The ritual will give everyone who takes part complete immunity to fire and any other damaging effects of it in any form."

"What does that mean exactly, my lord?" asked Melisandre also looking quiet curiously at all the things laying around. Eager to suck up more knowledge from him.

Deciding to just tell them everything he knew Harry did just that. "It means you could stand in dragonfire and not be bothered by it, nor through any other fire. Mundane or magical. You could pick up a red-hot rod of iron and not be burned from it, sunbath in the desert and even take a swim in the blood of the earth and survive unharmed. One also gets the ability to perform stronger fire-magic and has better control over it."

Basically it was the best fire-protection one could ask for. The flame-freezing charm would do nothing against magical flame or dragonfire, just as mundane potions would not.

That shut them up good as they only could stare dumbfounded at him. With that he signalled all of them to begin. "We have to hurry the comet will not stay in the sky forever and be gone in a weeks time." Harry said and gave careful instructions, so that nothing would go wrong.

The comet was a substitute for the summer Solstices, which was necessary to perform this ritual. The problem was that they had winter at the moment, still.

'Bloody annoying, that is.' Harry thought. They had to find a way around that to perform rituals which needed to be performed at certain dates. Winters and Summers that lasted years were certainly not something they accounted for.

"First the artefact has to have a certain temperature" explained Harry. To achieve this all of them had to increase said temperature with fire-spells. The Ignis Solis or Sunfire was chosen. It was continuous flame concentrated and hot, not widespread like the Incendio or other fire based magic. The group also combined this undertaking with the hatching of their two dragon eggs. The egg stood atop the goblet, who now looked remarkably like an egg cup.

After nine hours of casting the same spell without pause the first Hungarian Horntail hatched, breaking through the grey shell.

The dragon squeaked for attention as it broke through the shell. Melisandre was at its side immediately, freeing it and cleaning the small beast. As well as feeding it the mixture of Firewhiskey and chicken blood. It was decided that the two red priestesses would get the dragons. After all Harry and his wives could already fly and devastate as much as a dragon. Not to mention that Harry kind of had a small hope the beasts would eat the two, by accident of course.

The place of Melisandre was taken by Kinvara who previously also swore an unbreakable vow to the same conditions as Melisandre and sat the second egg on top of the goblet. The magical fire of the goblet making it possible to hatch the dragon in nine hours. They also could've employed Hagrid's method and use fire seeds, but that would take longer. Another nine hours later and the second egg too hatched and this time was coddled and cuddled by Kinvara, while she fed it.

After a continuous stream of fire over eighteen hours non-stop, or whereabouts under the light of the comet, the magical chalice had undergone a gradual change. At first its plain, unblemished yet without grain wood-seeming look had darkened as if charred. On fully becoming black it had worked a change again, starting to glow as if a fiery coal. At no time did the goblet change its shape. It did not crack, shrink or crumble as it seemed to burn, and very soon it changed again, as from the now glowing coal bits of clear glass appearing from the white hot cinder shaped vessel. Soon the cup had transformed to an appearance of clear crystal. The now glowing crystal cup was what they needed for the moment.

"Ok we can put the ingredients in it." said Marcella after taking an invigoration drought to get back some energy to move. First was the dragon fat, which bubbled fast down to tallow and was processed to oil with a few quick spells and poured into containers so that it did not boil away entirely.

Next Harry took the priceless Phoenix ash and put it in an alchemical apparatus. The ash was thus made into magical lye. Adding the dragon oil and salamander blood into the same apparatus with a different setting transformed it into an extremely valuable balm or ointment.

While Harry worked on the balm the others carried buckets full of water to the fire-crab cauldron. One drop of Phoenix tears per gallon was used to purify the water of all unwanted substances. The water had to be pure for this with no contamination. While they waited for the water to bubble in the cauldron various other minor ingredients were added into the goblet. Crushed fire opal, dragon blood, fire blossoms, fire seeds and a few others. Together with the balm added it had to simmer another few hours to be ready.

Once finished and the group had rested and rehydrated a bit, the mixture was given into the cauldron and this too had to simmer a bit under the light of the comet.

"Alright we need to heat the goblet up further for this to work." said Harry as he again used the Sunfire to blast at the artefact, after pouring the newly made red potion into the fire-crab cauldron.

A bit put out they did as asked, but Andy had a question of her own. "Why? I thought we were finished." as she herself with her sisters fired again at the goblet, heating it up even more.

Growling that it took so long to heat the object Harry explained. "We need it to bind the dragons to Melisandre and Kinvara and therefore need the highest setting." the goblets appearance of pure crystal changed again, once more looking as if a fiery coal was inside it. Together with the fire seeds they put inside it took them another three hours to bring the goblet to its final stage. The form of a brilliantly shining radiant ruby. Harry had to handle this part, because everybody else would melt their flesh upon touching the goblet now.

He beckoned Melisandre forward, who like all the women had a thick sheen of sweat on her brow from working in this kind of heat. Clothing had long since been discarded for this. He put the egg shells of her dragon into the goblet after removing the fire seeds, melting them down to a granite looking liquid.

"Cut your hand and pour blood into the goblet and repeat it for your dragon." he held the small goblet out for her to do so. She first cut her palm, making a fist and letting the blood fall into it, mixing with her sweat as it did so. Afterwards she pricked the dragon sleeping on her shoulder with a small knife. The drops were added to the melted egg shells. Once that was complete he poured the mixture in a special container. The process was repeated with Kinvara and her dragon.

"What now?" asked a giddy and practically vibrating Kinvara. She was ecstatic at having been gifted a dragon by Azor Ahai himself. On top of it he even bound the cute little thing to her and making her so she could handle the small being that would grow to be an apex predator. She had to control herself to keep her eyes above Harry's waist and not to clamp onto him and kiss him senseless, though stealing a few glances was surely not so bad. His sculptured body was simply a sight to behold.

It was a good thing she sweated buckets or one could see her arousal flowing down her legs. A short glance at the other women showed much the same. If they were panting from the heat or from Harry's body could not really be determined.

Harry explained once more, having been the only one that knew what to do. "Now we take the dragons, ourselves and bath in the cauldron under the light of the comet." he himself had the lifelong protection of it already evident in the fact that he not sweated, but then it would simply do nothing for him expect being a good bath. A very expensive bath.

"Why would the dragons need this protection? They are fire made flesh." stated Melisandre, but made her way over regardless. With her still sleeping dragon in tow, holding it in her arms. The little one was so small one could barely conceive that it would grow to the size of a big house, if not more. Preparing to climb into the cauldron per the ladder that stood at its base.

Sighing a bit Harry elaborated. "That may be. Although dragonfire can kill a dragon, still. This way our dragons will be superior to the rest. Their flames will burn hotter as well. The whole work with the goblet we did in a little less than a day can be done in one hour with a fully grown dragon enhanced by this ritual."

Like through the whole procedure Harry received looks from pure awe. At least from the two priestesses. If that went on like this then their eyes were in danger of falling out. Another reason was that their dragons would only grow to be fifteen meters big. That was small in comparison to the native dragons of sixty to seventy meters. Without this the two Horntails would have little to no chance should other dragons emerge again through the resurfacing of magic their presence brought. Like this they had manoeuvrability and a bit more fire-power on their side. In a physical fight the other dragons would still win though.

"Don't we need clothing as well?" inquired Marcella as she stood naked beside him. Looking him up and down, but controlling her hungry eyes to stay on his face.

Andromeda walked beside the Italian woman, put a trunk on the ground and enlarged it. "Harry told me to make a few clothes for Melisandre and Kinvara, but we don't really need to empower other clothes than our armour and underwear." upon seeing the dubious looks Andy said. "When do you think we will met a dragon or fight against big fires outside of combat when we have our armour on anyway and if something should happen we still have our underwear." that got grudging nods in response.

She rummaged a bit in the trunk and finally pulled out two dresses. They were made from the remaining Acromantula silk and processed into velvet. Obviously red in colour, letting the back free and the typical loose long sleeves that had fringes which looked like flames. It was holding itself up at the neck by straps, showing a good amount of cleavage and embroidered with a golden flame brocade, that would cup their breasts and seemed alive as if really on fire when one walked. From the waist downwards it was filled with Phoenix feathers and had a slit at the right side, letting the leg show through. The feathers of a red, orange and gold colours seemed to still burn and emit warmth. It had to be magical in nature or it would be dissolved when dipped into the solution. The Phoenix feathers would only lie around, so they at least had some use this way.

Normally metal would be incapable of absorbing the fire-protection, but this was armour out of goblin silver and did the job just fine. The downside was that it obviously could not be melted down again and reforged into something else. It did not need to be though. It would fit anybody as good as them, was indestructible and would never rust. The rest she took out were boxers for Harry and panties for them. Bras were not needed for any of their breasts, having spells to hold them in place. Not that they were needed.

"Everything seems ready." commented Bella as she took her armour and underwear in her arms and climbed into the cauldron. Followed by Andy, Cissy, Marcella, Melisandre, Kinvara, their dragons and Harry. They bathed in the mixture for about ten minutes with dunking their heads and dragons under a few times. With open eyes too, as well as drinking a bit of it. Letting the brew touch them in all places.

After the appropriate time they all climbed out of the mixture still naked and dripping the liquid all over. "Ok lets test it." proposed Bellatrix giddy to find out if it worked. Promptly she fired a weak Incendio at Kinvara.

The woman in question squeaked indignantly, but was otherwise unharmed. What normally would've been at least first degree burns was now nothing more than a bit heat.

"Marvellous." she exclaimed and cuddled her dragon a bit tighter to her bosom. The beast having woken up from the bath it had to take, now demanding to be fed again with its usual noises. Looking down at the dragon again Kinvara exclaimed. "Oh, is my baby hungry?" flapping his wings as If too agree the copper-haired women laughed her sonorous laugh and gave him more of the food.

Melisandre was doing the same with a barely noticeable smile on her lips. That two women could look so much alike and be so different in personality Harry could never understand.

"What should I name you, little one?" Kinvara pondered while stroking its head, which prompted the dragon to purr in content.

"You first have to know its gender. Do you not?" asked an amused Harry as he remembered Norbert, who was in truth Norberta. He shook his head and walked over to the two women holding their dragons, acting on a hunch. $Do you have a name, little one?$ Harry inquired in Parseltongue.

The attention of the dragon was on him answer was to make noises of joy, while cuddling up to him like a child did with his parents. Harry repressed the urge to scream. It seemed the harder he tried to be normal the harder the universe tried to make it more trouble than it was worth. Hatch a dragon for other people, nope you are obviously the father. The black scaled and bronze horned dragon chatted merrily or tried to with his father and drew the attention of the second one.

Growling the other nearly identical dragon made its displeasure known at having no attention from the being it considered a parent. This one had also bronze horns and yellow eyes. Clearly a female from the aggression already shown and the slightly bigger build.

$And what is your name?$ asked Harry after she tried and failed to swat her brother with her tail and its, at the moment, non existing spikes. He scratched her on the head, while she leaned into his touch. He did not expect an answer from a newborn, but it was much like parents speak with their newborns to give them the language.

The female dragon puffed herself up and squeaked something that seemed to cause an argument with the male, from where on Harry stopped listening to their noises. Seemed even dragon children were the same as human ones.

"What did you ask?" queried Melisandre, her eyes now holding such a fierce determination, loyalty and devotion in them, directed at Harry it would never be extinguished by any means expect Harry's own. He definitely was Azor Ahai. Being reborn from salt and smoke, hatching dragons, having Lightbringer forged himself, speaking with dragons and could transform into an immortal Phoenix that would be reborn from its ashes every time. If he wasn't then Melisandre had absolutely no idea who could possibly compete with him on the claim.

Sighing he grumbled under his breath, but answered none the less. Pointing at the one in Kinvara's arms he began. "Their names, but they are newborn and naturally need to be given them."

Decision made he pointed to the male and said "This one is male and I think Arrax is a good name." Pointing at the one in Melisandre's hold. "This one is female and Meleys sounds good I think."

"How do you know the gender?" wondered Kinvara as she cuddled with the small Arrax. Such a cute thing. Returning to her previous thought she originally believed no one could say a dragons gender for sure.

Narcissa answered instead of Harry. "Normally the female is more aggressive than the male as well as taller, as you can clearly see." indicating to the slightly larger Meleys, who was currently hissing at Arrax. "Anyway, we still have to bind them to you."

Holding the two now still very hot and smouldering cups in her hands. "Hold her mouth open." she instructed Melisandre, who did just that as gently as she could.

Narcissa poured the broth into the dragons mouth, who shortly after seemed to glow a dull red. Giving the cup to Melisandre, the woman in question drank the the ritual for fire-immunity her insides would be melting right now. The copper-haired woman also glowed in a dull red and after a short while a white astral chain seemed to connect the two and vanished shortly after. Showing that they were dragon and rider.

"So, now she should follow your commands." Looking the woman directly into the eyes Narcissa said. "Remember this is still an intelligent being, which sees you as his mother. Treat it accordingly." maybe she was too harsh, but this was a big responsibility with Harry having a lot of faith in the women despite the unbreakable vow.

"Of course I will." the red woman said scandalized at the very notion of disappointing her lord in any way. Turning her worshipful gaze upon Harry she exclaimed passionately. "Harry entrusted me with this and I shall not fail him!" Beside her Kinvara was nodding vigorously along with the same look as Melisandre on her beautiful face after she had swallowed the mixture, forming the bond also.

"I have another few things for you two as well." Harry said and took the two vials he previously deposited in his pockets. He strode forward still naked, two years in this world made it clear that only Westeros had taboos concerning nudity, well except for whores. It was strangely freeing as well, in Harry's and his wives opinion at least. The only reason it wasn't done in public was because of the unwelcome stares.

"What is it?" asked Kinvara curiously, much like child in a candy-store. Her big eyes holding complete trust in him and zeroing in on the vial that held a liquid made out of the colours of a rainbow.

Harry cursed himself in his mind and his inability to push Melisandre and Kinvara away or out of sight at least. The problem was that they were loyal and honestly tried to help. Besides that the vow on his side was to protect them to the best of his ability, which he couldn't do should they be away for long periods of time.

At least Kinvara was a little less of a pyromaniac than Melisandre. Bringing a bit more sunshine in the group with her giddy and excitable personality.

"Harry are you sure you want to give that to them?" interrupted Andromeda, knowing what it was and not really sure why he would do so.

Confused Harry replied. "Why wouldn't I want them to have a sharper mind and better focus?" leaning to her ear he whispered. "Well and I hope that maybe they will stop their fanatical worship when they have a broader horizon so to speak." it was a futile attempt he knew, but he was running out of ideas. Well, expect the one where he killed both of them. The downside was he would die too, having sworn a vow to protect them and all that. He manoeuvred himself in quite a quandary.

Now it was Andy's turn to be confused, but confusion made way for understanding. The potion was after all not only a beautification potion like she thought, but also one that would enhance the mind quite a bit. At first she thought Harry was giving in to these two, but she needn't have worried. He just wanted better or more effective people under him.

She had to ask nonetheless, to ease her mind. "Any particular reason why you gave them the mixture of beautification and mind strengthening potion?"

Now a light bulb went on in Harry's head, which he scratched sheepishly. "Well, yes. The problem is that we don't really have the ingredients to brew the ones without the beautification. Otherwise I would've done so." It were on of the few things for which they needed things from magical beasts they had not with them. Perhaps they could look for substitutes. After all it was rumoured that Sphinxes existed here. Now looking again at the two women in question Harry leaned away from Andy's ear again.

"Like I said it will give you sharper wit, better memory and you can process information faster. As well as a few other things." the last part was said with a strained smile, hoping the change was not too dramatic. After all the two already were very beautiful with bodies most women would kill for.

Like his wives and twenty women and some men from Lys before them the two drank it without complaint. It was not a very dramatic change, just like anticipated.

Their hair took on the quality of silk, the copper colour of it seemed to stand out more vibrantly. The pale unblemished skins of them took on the colour of ivory and looked softer to the touch. The muscles got a bit more pronounced, but that was all besides their red eyes shining like rubies.

Just as he thought they didn't notice Kinvara squealed, rushed towards him faster than one would think her capable and snogged him thoroughly. When she was finished she hugged him tightly and said. "Thank you!" One look to his wives did not help. Either they had resigned themselves to the antics of the priestesses or hoped that Harry would show them who he truly loved in the bedroom at night, like always. Something he had every intention of doing. Or they simply knew him so well that it was not necessary to be jealous? Shaking his head to banish these thought he smiled at Melisandre and Kinvara.

"Satisfied?" he asked a little cheekily, a grin firmly in place.

Naturally Kinvara was first to respond. "It's wonderful!" she gushed and examined herself as good as she could.

Melisandre only had a small barely noticeable blush on her cheeks, saying. "Indeed!".

Harry counted that as a win. The woman was terribly difficult to make blush. Probably not the wisest of things to do when he wanted her on distance, but she would never remain far anyway.

Now his smile stretched even farther. "Then you will like the next thing even more." presenting them with new chokers to replace their old ones. It was like the ones his wives had on them at all times with a unicorn-horn and all. Pointing to the shrunken horn he said. "With this you could swallow litres of poison and it wouldn't do a thing to you." granted venoms injected from animals would still harm them. The reason was that it would not pass the throat, if not injected in the head which would probably kill them regardless, depending on the venom.

Both beamed at him with big smiles on their faces. Putting on the golden chokers with black runes in them and the shrunken silver horn hanging at the Adam's apple. Now it seems it was Melisandre's turn as she kissed him as well with not a little passion and want in it. Her naked core pressing and grinding against his own, getting a literal rise out of him.

One hand at his cheek and the other at his neck to hold him in place as good as possible. Melisandre panted as she broke the kiss with glazed eyes. Harry did not know how much longer these two could control themselves before jumping him.

With that done the group washed and clothed themselves, taking the goblet that had to cool down on its own. Harry deposited it in the forge. Every metal a smith would hold to it would melt upon contact, making the forging process faster for a week or two at least.

The day the opposing army would stand on their doorstep had arrived. Having a glass-candle to scout ahead was pretty neat, Harry had to admit. Everything has gotten ready in time. The thirty-thousand fighters were stationed on and behind the walls, the traps were set and the barrels full of deadly gas and potions ready.

Bellatrix had carved two circles made up of runes that increased the power of any spell, much like they used in the ritual to make the city fly. The circles were stationed on the two towers at the main-gate. These were for Melisandre and Kinvara to eliminate as many siege weapons or elephants of the Ghiscari as possible.

These circles were used before the Romans brought the wands to Britain. One of the main reasons they were replaced was, because wands granted mobility in exchange for power. So, with time it fell out of use and was forgotten like so many things.

Despite having dragons the two newly hatched ones were much too young, despite their insistence otherwise, and could not even breathe fire. It would take two years until they could participate in a battle properly.

The city was now full to the brim with all places occupied. It seemed that the Ghiscari and Dothraki were plundering many villages with word travelling of no end in sight. That prompted many to seek refugee in their city. There were even more than they could possibly take care off.

In the future, after the enemies were defeated new cities had to be build or old ruins repaired. Maybe even shrinking the ruins of the other abandoned cities near Rhyone and transporting them south of Chroyane after they were repaired. It should only take them as long to repair Sar Mell, Ar Noy, Ny Sar and Ghoyan Drohe together as it did for Chroyane alone.

It was a little discussed, but nothing was fixed at that point in time.

At the moment the five of them were relaxing under one of the large trees in the park people planted in the city. Canals watering it and children playing nearby, unconcerned or not knowing of what was to come. Melisandre and Kinvara were taking care of the dragons at the moment. Arrax and Meleys were at the moment small enough to live in the palace, but later special areas had to be built for them.

"Do you think our preparations are enough?" asked Marcella as she lay at Harry's right side, held by his arm and her head on his chest. Bellatrix claimed his left side and shoulder. Andromeda his left leg with her head on his hip in turn and Narcissa his right leg and hip.

Harry with his arm at her and Bella's waist was enjoying the moment before the storm and replied. "I don't know, but I think it should be enough to have them running away when we can't kill all of them." he could not really estimate how many would be killed by the various methods. Although eighty-thousand was quite the number and nothing to scoff at.

Bellatrix giggled and exclaimed. "They won't know what hit them." she snuggled deeper into his side, enjoying to feel the body beside and underneath her. The other two sisters Black just nodded in agreement.

Silence again ensued with only the wind rustling the leaves of the trees around them. It was a moment of peace and quiet not often had in times and lands such as this. In the background one could hear children faintly giggling and playing various games Harry had no idea how to play himself. Mothers and fathers sitting nearby while watching out for the little ones.

It served to remind Harry for what he fought in today's battle. He may be strange to claim as such, but he fought this and future battles and wars for peace and happiness.

The group laid there for another hour until they had to make their way to the palace and prepare for the upcoming battle. On the way as they strolled through the masses of the plaza that lay before the palace something unexpected happened.

Harry was currently inspecting some fruit from a vendor, thinking about what he could possibly make with it for the special occasion when they won.

The next moment he heard a scream ripping through the marketplace. His head whipped around. What he saw made his blood run cold.

Marcella was on the floor with a small puddle of blood forming under her. Andromeda was beside her without a wound or visible one at least. Figures with hoods standing over each of the downed forms, bloody knifes in hand. Bellatrix and Narcissa had whipped around fast enough and engaged another two assassins just as they wanted to strike themselves.

Harry sprinted towards them, all thoughts of food fleeing his mind and firing a stunner towards one of the attackers. The red beam struck true and the figure was thrown a good two meters away like a puppet with his strings cut. The other one over Andromeda tried to throw something resembling a ball towards Bella, but turned around towards the oncoming Harry and missed his target.

The ball flew over Bellatrix, who evaded it, and cracked open on the floor half a meter away. Ignoring the smashed ball, Bella stunned her opponent. Listening to Harry's mental command to want them alive for questioning.

Harry incapacitated the second one standing over Andromeda. Quickly barking out an order. "Bella, Cissy look after Andy and Marcella!" they acknowledged it with a curt nod as Narcissa fended of her attacker, who had evaded one of her stunners and let Harry take her place. Walking towards her two downed sister-wives with Bella to protect her.

The people had already cleared the area so that a circle stood around them, watching the spectacle. They couldn't have done anything to help anyway. It was very unfortunate that they had left their weapons and armour in the palace. Without it fighting to incapacitate and not kill was even more of a chore against armed opponents even with their physical abilities.

While Narcissa went to work on the now screaming and convulsing forms of Andromeda and Marcella Harry fired a furious barrage of stunners at the assassin daring to attack his wives. He evaded the first one with a sidestep and jumped over the next, however the two following up slammed into him. Letting him fly into a few clay pots, smashing them to pieces.

Harry turned around towards the screaming that was the only sound in his ears just now. What he saw did not make him feel any better. Narcissa had a knife at her throat while Bellatrix snarled at the fifth and up until now hidden assassin. They stood besides the trashing forms of Andy and Marcella, whose screams tore at Harry's heart as their veins turned slowly black.

"I am so sorry." the assassin said as if he truly was, but the voice was one full of false remorse. He was holding the knife at Narcissa's unprotected throat over her collar.

Harry saw red and said in a threatening calm voice. "No you are not." taking a deep breath his eyes and voice becoming as cold as ice. "But you will be!" he promised the assassin.

Just as he went to engage the last bastard and look after his two injured wives Bellatrix screams ripped through the air as well. Whipping around he saw a green little bug like scorpion at her ankle, stinging her. She stamped it with her foot, squashing it, but also taking another sting.

The assassin took the opportunity and slitted Narcissa throat open. The blonde woman held her hands on her throat while trying to stem the flow and heal it with Vulnera Sanentur. It worked just so, but she also felt herself weaken and pain erupted from the nerves in her head.

Harry in his fury forgot to stun and used a Reducto instead as Narcissa fell on the ground holding her throat. The spell ripped through the man turning him to dust that flew away in the breeze. Harry hurried to Bella who screamed the loudest with black veins all over the body. A short medical scan showed a strong venom in her body, which would kill her upon reaching the heart if not treated immediately. The problem was he had no potions or other medicine with him.

'Fuck!' he cursed in his head and flamed with his phoenix ability directly towards their battle robes, summoned the trunk that flew in his hand with a dull sound. He was gone just as fast. He enlarged it at the same time as he threw it on the ground. Throwing it open he summoned the few remaining Phoenix tears and rushed to Bella.

As she trembled she took his hand in hers and whispered with tears flowing from her eyes down her cheeks. "I lo.. v.. ve.." she couldn't get it out despite her best efforts. The pain too great.

"Save your energy." Harry soothed, unstopping the vial and letting three drops fall in her mouth and one at her ankle, where she was stung. The black in her veins receding visibly. Shortly after Bella was out cold, but still shaking a little. Next were Marcella and Andromeda. Narcissa seemed not as affected. Probably because she had been able to heal her wound and her choker purifying the venom, preventing it from spreading. She would probably only have a murder headache when she woke up.

Harry levitated Marcella on her back, ripping her dress open to inspect the wound. Three stab wounds in the abdomen. "Vulnera Sanentur." Harry chanted, letting the lost blood flow back into her body. He repeated the spell three times and gave her the tears. The medical scan indicating the same poison, but somehow thickened to prolong the suffering. In this case they were lucky in being unlucky. Would it have been the normal venom directly from the beast both would've been already dead by now. Through his efforts some colour returned to her body and she stopped convulsing so hard.

After he healed Andy Harry took care of Narcissa, giving her the tears too. It was better to be safe than sorry. He would not lose them. He would not!

"What happened!" asked Kinvara shrilly as she arrived, having heard the commotion. She had Melisandre in tow. Upon seeing the bodies on the floor she repeated her question.

Checking for breathing and finding everything alright for the moment Harry relaxed a bit, breathing a sigh of relief. "We were attacked from assassins." gesturing to the motionless bodies on the floor.

"Did they say anything to you?" inquired Melisandre calmly inspecting the bodies for any clues. "I take it you have them left alive?"

Harry falling on his ass in relief repressed his annoyance at Melisandre for not being more considerate towards his wives. He knew that the faster he acted now the faster he would learn of the culprit behind the attack.

"I killed one, but the other four are alive." standing up he cast "Incarcerous." four times in a row until all of the attackers were bound tight in chains instead of rope and transported per portkey to the palace's dungeon. "The only one who said something said, I am so sorry. Nothing more."

Now Melisandre had a look of fury etched on her face. "Sorrowful men." she spat. "Most likely hired by the Warlocks of Qarth. They are used often by these second-rate sorcerers to dispose of people they want out of the way." her eyes holding a fire in them that promised retribution of the worst kind.

'The same warlocks she already warned us about.' Harry thought furiously. 'They must know of our abilities. Otherwise five assassins are too much.'

His eyes fell on Abha who was running towards them. He could not fault her for coming late. He himself was taken by surprise. He cut her off before she got a word out. "Take four thousand warrior maids with you to search the city of saboteurs and other infiltrators." his voice stronger than he felt with his wives having just escaped death.

Summoning another vial out of the trunk, he said. "If you think you found one shove that down his throat and question him. Three drops per person!" upon her questioning, but obedient look he explained. "Its a truth serum. Everything you ask someone, he or she WILL answer. Question everybody who is suspicious or came into the city in the last few weeks." he emphasized the word will, strongly to get the message across.

Abha nodded without a word and left in a run to prepare.

Harry cursed himself in his head. 'Why did we not account for infiltrators and spies?' he questioned in his mind. 'Probably because we thought these people were so barbaric it did not enter our minds.' His aura by now visible as he levitated his wives behind him on the short remaining way to the palace. 'We underestimated muggles again! Was one lost war not enough.' Harry really had thought the lesson had sunk in. 'Apparently not!' he cursed and already thinking of a counter-intelligence he would have to install.

"Are the dragons well and secure?" he asked as he entered the palace with the two priestesses in tow. Thinking that maybe Arrax and Meleys were captured from another intruder or more.

Kinvara a bit shaken from the events, but catching herself marvellously said "When we left both were still well and asleep."

'Not enough.' Harry thought and ordered them both. "Check again. I don't want to lose them. If the enemy finds out that he can't use them for himself he will kill them." the dragons were much too precious and too young to defend themselves. Their fire would only come in a few months time.

"Yes, master." both said dutifully with fire in their eyes, much like a mother protecting her child, as they went in a different direction as him. Both were walking towards where they laid both hatchlings to sleep.

Harry himself shouted after them. "You can find me in the dungeons should you need me!" promptly going to the bedchamber he shared with his wives. The raven-haired man let them down gently, checked again if everything really was out of their system and the women themselves stable. Satisfied he locked the room tighter than a Gringotts vault with three locking charms and wards over it to better defend against magical attacks. In case the warlocks themselves should try something.

He put on his armour with a quick spell. It flowed onto him like water and assumed its usual form. Letting the familiar feeling of being in it envelop him Harry gripped his sword, attached it to his hip and marched down to the dungeons. The dungeons themselves weren't located in the palace, but a few hundred metres away from it and were basically a hole in the ground accessible through a trapdoor. Climbing down the dark stairs, Harry strode purposefully towards the only cells occupied at the moment.

No heavy crimes happened with the peaceful mindset of the Lharzeen, so the assassins were the only ones there.

Harry opened the door to the cell and looked inside. The four scumbags were still unconscious and bound. He closed the door behind himself. The light faded out of the room so he cast a few bluebell flames in the air to illuminate it better. He did not take in their features or anything, much more occupied with thinking of what to do with them and how exactly.

A feral grin stretched across his face. 'That should do it.'

He woke them up with an enervate spell. They all groaned, but upon seeing their predicament went still. Subtly looking for a way out, while simultaneously killing him.

"Good day, gentlemen. I hope your stay here will prove fruitful." his smile was dangerous and showed his fangs fully, with his slitted eyes glowing eerily in the faint light of the bluebell flames.

"You won't..." he probably wanted to say something tough, but Harry silenced him with a hand-gesture of dismissal.

His eyes bore directly into the man, making him feel like a bug that needed to be squashed. Harry did the same to him as he did to the Great Fathers of Kayakayanaya. In a few seconds the man was whimpering without a sound coming out ,as he relieved his deepest fear, pissing himself and shivering as he rolled himself into a protective ball. Or tried to, the chains preventing him from doing so.

"I don't care what you think. I only care for what you know!" Harry whispered threateningly. His voice soft, but strong. The next moment he invaded the assassins mind. This was no gentle intrusion of water flowing into cracks and searching for weak points, but a hammer knocking on a wall trying to tear it down.

'So it is true a Qartheen hired them.' Harry thought. It was no warlock he saw according to the guys memories. Although the person could act on orders the warlock told them or even be magically disguised. 'Clever bastards.' a grudging respect for these magical practitioners forming. In the end it did not matter who hired them, Harry would see to it that Qarth would fall under their control. Killing all involved in this plot and everyone that wants his people and wives harm. On top of all vicious slave masters.

The other three got the same treatment. When it was finished they were stunned again. Next Harry carved runes into the walls and floor, which were for a ritual. A blood ritual to be precise, commonly used by the Egyptians. It was used in conjunction with a spell that would enhance his physical strength, speed and mental capacity in battle fivefold. His opponents will look to him like they were in slow-motion, while he got even faster and stronger, for a time.

The four of them were sacrifices to bear Harry's pain instead of him. Without people to take the torment for him the spell would give him a headache and pain, both would gradually increase the longer it was used. Four people would be good for maybe twenty minutes with everyone of the sacrifices living five minutes in hell. Burning out mentally as well as physically. At home Harry and his group never used this spell, but this time he thought it warranted.

'I bloody well need it with only me remaining to fight from the five of us.' he thought with determination. Once finished he exited the dungeon. Just as he closed the trapdoor with a Colloportus the two priestesses were coming towards him. "Are the dragons secure?" he inquired.

They nodded and panting a little. With a big breath Kinvara said. "Yes, we posted some guards before the door to watch out."

Harry responded. "Good, I will put a few spells on the room to be sure." He did not want someone sneaking in when the fighting started and abduct the dragons. Harry grabbed their shoulders and flamed them to the room. He fused the door with the wall and put the same security around it like he did for his wives. As he finished a horn sounded in the distance. It was the signal that the enemy had arrived.

Next he gripped their shoulders, but this time as the flames engulfed the three he transported them to the main gate.

Troops with bows and arrows stood on the walls and other with spear and dirk behind the gate. Clad in mostly leathern armour with a few plate additions to protect the hand, feet and abdomen, ready to defend the city. The enemy would probably laugh at them for being women. Four thousand fighters were searching and protecting the big city so they only had twenty six thousand instead of thirty.

However, it was necessary otherwise sabotage could mean their end regardless of numbers. The barrels full of Garrotting Gas and Peruvian Darkness powder were loaded onto catapults. Another weapon was the ballista, who operated like a crossbow just larger. The projectiles were normal ones that looked like spears and even a bigger variant of a flaming arrow.

He stood beside Kinvara, who in turn stood in the rune circle to increase her power. As he looked beyond the wall there stretched a sea of men before him. Hundred elephants were there together with siege towers, battering rams, men that carried flags, ladders and weapons.

Heck, Harry thought to have seen a wagon with apparently dead people and animals on it. Probably to fling over the wall and let the people inside die of the disease or to sink morale. Maybe both.

One could make out the Golden Company with their perfectly drilled formation, just like the Unsullied and the Ghiscari Legions. The remaining fighters were a mess of people with no order or anything other to go for them than their lust for battle. The lowly sellswords most likely. They seemed to not know what to do or where to go.

Upon looking closer with a far-eye Harry saw the reason. Different leaders were bellowing different orders. Some followed them others not, but the steady flux made all of them incompetent.

Further south at the river ships could be seen, but it was the smallest of Harry's problems. They probably thought it easy to sack the city while they were busy and circumvent the siege. They were wrong and a surprise was waiting for them.

The army came nearer and nearer, slowly of course. 'I wonder when the Dothraki will arrive.' Harry mused, but put the savages out of his mind shortly. His walls were manned to the brim with women holding bows, others operated the catapults and larger weapons. He even forged crow's feet with his smiths to use against the Dothraki. Together with the traps it should be enough to survive this if not even win.

It took a while for them to make camp, obviously thinking this would be a normal siege. They did not send an envoy to discuss their surrender or anything else. Why would they? So confident in their victory already. It took them a few hours but finally the army began to march on their city or rather their walls. He would show them why you didn't challenge a wizard in his home.

Harry signalled the archers to fire. It would all miss of course, but it served another purpose. To goad them into crossing the line, literally. Letting them think the people behind the walls were frightened and inexperienced. It would be given credence due to the fact that the enemy thought they only had Lharzeen people here, regarded as cowards and weaklings. Easy to push around.

The arrow storm flew and landed a good two-hundred metres away from the army, who began to laugh. Even if it would've struck true the Turtle shields and armour would've protected them from the shower of arrows. Normally a good commander would first send a force to test the enemy's defences and not send all men in simultaneously. However, these fighters were already sure of their victory, thinking the battle already won.

'Good.' Harry thought coldly as he saw them run towards the walls, with battering rams ready under the turtles. The field looked empty with only grass on it, perfectly free to storm towards the gate. At that moment Harry took out a sea shell, made to act as a walkie-talkie from his enlarged pockets.

He spoke into it with Parcel-tongue. $Rise up and defend the city!$ he commanded and put the shell swiftly away again.

It took not long for the mass of people to arrive at the traps. Just as the ships too made their way forwards again. Thinking all troops of theirs were on the walls or behind them. The moment the first one hit the traps all hell broke lose. Two massive heads broke out of the water.

It were the heads of sea-serpents. Not the usual calm and peaceful ones, but the ferocious Selma. A variant of it that lived in big freshwater lakes with its diet consisting of fish and human flesh. Much like the Basilisk was intended to act as a guardian for Hogwarts these two were the guardians of Chroyane.

When the siege was over he would command them in Parsel-tongue to sleep again, putting them in suspended animation until another siege happened. Much like the Basilisk they too could live up to a thousand years.

Both around two-hundred metres long serpents attacked immediately, crushing the ships and eating people that fell into the water or picking them from the ships, while smashing those. Arrows and other projectiles bouncing of from their thick and strong as steel hide.

Just like the Qartheen screamed so did the people outside of their walls. The reason for this were numerous.

A good amount had fallen into the wolf trench while still charging. Hundreds fell into it and immediately were dissolved by the Armadillo Bile, screaming as their skin and flesh fell from their bones. The trench was U-shaped and climbing out was impossible. The small ankle high corrosive substance was enough to work, first eating the feet and legs, shrinking the enemy until nothing remained but some gore. Others were stuck in the swamp and made their way slowly forward.

While Harry activated the line to prevent anyone from escaping he also commanded "Throw the Darkness Powder!" The only acknowledgement was a shout that repeated his command.

The next moment it made its way over the walls towards the swamp. The barrels smashed into some, but few were killed from the impact.

The true shouts of terror began as nobody could see into the cloud of darkness anymore. Screams ripped out from it together with thousand pleas and cries for help. Harry did not let up and his next command followed. "Fire the Gas towards the Unsullied and Golden Company." these were the most dangerous of them all and had not taken much damage. Most lowly sellswords were dead by now. Just as the ones eager for battle, who charged in without thought.

While the barrels full of compressed, colourless and heavier than air gas flew towards their destination a few smarter fighters used their ladders as makeshift bridges to circumvent the Wolf holes or trench in their case. A small cheer rang out, but was short lived as another arrow storm flew towards them and struck true, knocking people of the ladders and in the trench and others behind and before that.

The cloud of darkness dissipated, revealing an empty field, looking innocent as can be. The Devil Snare having dragged all enemies down towards it in the swamp.

While the commanders bellowed orders, terror caught the weak willed. They did not make it far as they came upon the line and ran against it as if into a solid wall.

While cowards tried to flee Elephants trudged forward. Seeing this Melisandre and Kinvara nodded grimly upon Harry's order. "Attack." It took both of them ten seconds to form a big enough fireball, which they promptly launched towards the big beasts. The flaming projectile of death and black smoke much too fast for the hulking animal to avoid.

The ball the size of a big hut impacted, burning the Elephant and rider with its destructive power. It was causing the beast to stumble while letting lose a pitiful roar with its trunk. The animal fell and squashed people nearby under it. As it fell, another fireball flew already towards the next target together with projectiles shot from the Ballistas. Melisandre and Kinvara with their beautiful red dressed fluttering from the power they summoned, looked like two goddesses of fire ready to smite their enemies. Which they did quite thoroughly.

Seeing that all was well with the priestesses at the moment, Harry turned his attention to the bigger threats.

The Unsullied and the Golden Company from which big chunks were suffocating. The legions of Ghis were using the cowardly sellswords to push them into the Wolf trench. The purpose revealed itself shortly after. The potion in the trench was by now empty and so they filled it with people to walk across. Trampling them quite literally into the ground.

While observing the battlefield Harry didn't even notice the enemy's siege engines throwing spears with their ballistas, which disintegrated upon touching the invisible shield.

As soon as the legions crossed the trench they seemed to think it was over.

'It has only begun.' Harry raged inside his head, still agitated from his wives near death experience.

Fifty meters from the trench the first soldier trampled into a mine, causing it to explode. The force behind it could level a medium sized house easily. In this case thirty men died in the explosion or were injured. Others were thrown away and into other people or even mines. More of the explosions followed shortly after. Soon they were showering the battlefield with extremities, gore and blood.

The air was filled with with the overwhelming stench of piss and shit. Both coming from the dead and cowards. Blood also was heavily in the air mixed together with the smell of burned flesh. That in turn came from the dead only. Nothing compared to the screams though. They ripped through the air, filled with terror. One could hear the spirit of the enemy breaking.

The morale of the foe couldn't go down much further. By now a fair few had laid down their sword and other weapons with shaking hands and cowered by the line hoping in vain for a way out. Some even prayed.

'There is no mercy today!' Harry thought with a frown marring his face, while looking on dispassionately. They wanted to come here burn the city down, rape, murder, plunder as well as enslave his people. Such behaviour would not be tolerated. Second chances were for his people or the ones who looked for solutions besides bloodshed. Unprovoked attack would be met swiftly and ruthlessly.

Between the giant fireballs sailing over their heads, the screams of agony the Devils Snare, Venomous Tentacula and Garrotting Gas caused as well as not knowing what it caused and the arrow storms many were filled with terror and hopelessness. Not to mention the two gigantic sea-serpents, who crushed the ships and ate the crews.

By now a good portion of the enemy was decimated while the leaders stood at the line with the remaining cowards, bellowing orders which Harry did not hear nor was he interested in it. The troops seemed of the same mind.

"We are out of arrows, master. I have ordered the archers down to the rest." reported Dipti calmly and with a salute, eyes shining in admiration of his planning and relentless attack. Having seen the devastation caused. The enemy lost half of their numbers.

Although, the Dothraki still had to arrive. Forty thousand killed for zero lost on his side was a perfect quota.

Harry nodded grimly and ordered. "Excellent! Melisandre, Kinvara target the plants and the enemies before the gate. I will take the troops to fall into their flanks." he jumped down and directly in front of the closed gate, where his troops stood practically vibrating from the taste of victory in their mouths and the sound of it in their ears.

Harry cast a Sonorous on himself and began without preamble. "Outside of this gate are our adversaries. Cowards and weaklings the whole lot," he looked in the grim smiling faces of all the women before him. "wanting to destroy us and what we stand for. And do you know what they wish to do?" the question hung in the air as everybody tensed.

"I'll tell you. Their only wish today is to DIE! Lets grant them their wish!" he bellowed and opened a quick temporary portal before the gate that took a good chunk from his reserves and would lead them outside to the right flank of the enemy.

He transformed completely into his Phoenix form and sang his song as he flew high and over the wall. It was a song of overwhelming victory, filling the hearts of his troops with pure morale. All stormed into it and came pouring out onto the battlefield in a battle-cry screaming mass. Looking like wild berserks, filling the enemy with even more fear, if even possible.

The enemy could've been a weeping toddler for all their fighting spirit present. It was pressed out of them like the juice out of a grape, deliciously slow. It tasted exquisite as far as Harry was concerned. There were only a few exceptions in form of hardened veterans.

However, even they were going to weep in mind numbing shock upon Harry's next surprise.

While his troops attacked Harry stopped at one point by the lake. It was difficult to make out, but a gigantic form was lying there under a disillusionment.

Harry landed on it, searched for the unbreakable charmed rope to grip and transported the titanic form directly to the line. It was fortunate the beast was charmed feather-light through the rope or even a Phoenix would've had trouble transporting it. He sat it down outside of the line and fumbled with the knot. It was fairly difficult to entangle that with just a beak.

Once removed it reavealed something more fearsome than the sea-serpents. The humongous beast let loose a deafening roar that seemed to echo and stop time itself for a short while, as everyone gazed either in horrified and oppressing fear or in pure, unadulterated awe at it.

It was a Hydra.

Another guardian of the city. This time for the land as well as water, it being an amphibian. Its nine necks as long as a single basilisk with a lizard like body twice the size of an Ironbelly dragon. Its mouths letting acidic drool escape between its razor-sharp teeth, which were as long as daggers.

$Food!$ all nine heads hissed at the same time with their slitted yellow eyes zeroing in on the enemy.

The beast immediately attacked the leaders frozen in fear. Ripping them to shreds. Two heads were fighting over a horse, while another head came from below and bit the animal in half, releasing it from its torment, letting blood fly everywhere. The beast had gotten its orders previously and with its promised source of food now before it, got to work. Its hide was protecting it from normal swords and arrows.

Harry again flew into the air using his wings. All the while thinking that it was fortunate he was a Parsel-mouth, otherwise the Hydra and Sea-serpents never would've obeyed him and ran amok even among his forces and city. Shaking his head he banished the distracting thoughts.

The last Potter transformed back in mid air. He descended fast while weaving his magic with both hands. The few half-heartedly shot arrows send his way were complete misses or were destroyed by his shield. Shortly before he crashed onto the ground Harry performed a Wronksi Feint.

Upon the turn he released the spell and shouted. "REDUCTO MAXIMA!" the shout amplified the power and was carried over the battlefield. The spell in form of a three-hundred sixty degree wave disintegrated everything in its path to dust, killing two hundred warriors.

As the dust settled Harry stood in a crater on the opposite to his own army, who was busy slaughtering the enemy as well. Harry the hammer with his army and Hydra the anvil.

Next the raven-haired battle wizard conjured a fiery Basilisk made of Fiendfyre. His own fury fuelling the spell further, while he controlled it with his iron will. Letting not a single spark spread. The serpent attacked the remaining shrubbery made of Devil Snare and Venomous Tentacula that wasn't burned by Melisandre and Kinvara's fireballs. It had fulfilled its purpose well, but he would not risk his own people. They had spares of the latter, because of its leaves.

While that happened Harry activated the spell that would enhance himself with the sacrifices in the dungeons, drew his sword, inflamed it and attacked for the first time.

He was standing in the crater with his flaming sword, imposing armour and aura of power he looked like a vengeful god come to punish the sinners. The opponents now looking as if they were walking in slow motion, that coupled with the further increased strength and speed Harry got nothing human could match him in that moment.

Only a fair few met the emerald-eyed man, while the rest ran into his forces, sadly.

Well, it was the only way with being trapped by him, a gigantic fire snake, a Hydra, a wall and his army. His army was the preferred choice. By now most were crying openly with tears on their cheeks, weeping even. Harry ignored it. They made their choice and attacked without an intent of mercy. He was hacking, slashing and burning his way through them, using banishing spells to let them fly towards the Hydra or fiery Basilisk.

Some restored to pleas, which Harry ignored and turned to screams. Richer men offered him gold and daughters, but were incinerated to ash for it. All the rest were burnt to crisps from the fireballs impacting near him. He was immune to it, the enemy not. It only served to complete the picture of an invincible warrior god. Something that wasn't true, of course. He too could be felled by an assassin in a moment of inattention or killed by an superior opponent in combat.

The slaughter lasted another twenty minutes with him killing countless, before it was finished. One look at the battlefield revealed that it was littered with many dismembered bodies, pools of blood, burned corpses and other unpleasant things. No sooner than the fighting stopped a cheer rang out from his forces. Having decimated the enemy utterly.

He spotted Divya and made his way towards her. "How many dead on our side?" he asked, not really wanting to know, but needing to. All the while he deactivated the line so that one could pass through again.

Divya responded grimly. "We lost around ten. Another two hundred wounded, but nothing the healers can't handle." that was at least one thing Narcissa could contribute even when she wasn't here. The essence of Dittany, Blood replenisher and other healing potions as well as healers armed with the spells of the Rhoynar could heal most wounds.

'I really have to think of something to get the women to cover up their breasts.' Harry mused. The deaths could've been prevented, if not for that. 'Maybe invisible bras?' Harry thought, knowing that it was something cultural to show their breast in battle. He stored the ideas for later and turned back to Divya.

"Loot the corpses of anything having value and then put them on a pile to burn later. Afterwards all are to stay here, we are not finished!" he commanded. She saluted and went to carry out his orders.

The Fiendfyre basilisk got dispelled. Harry let the Hydra feast upon the dead humans, horses and elephants. He promised it after all a massive meal. It was even cooked, well somewhat. Besides a content Hydra was easier to handle. The nine heads speaking simultaneously and all something different gave him a headache worse than a Runespoor, which the beast would do when it complained.

Looking onto the lake Harry could see a few ships of the Qartheen flee down the river as the sea-serpents dove back into the lake to sleep after their own meal. Wrecks littered the shore of the lake, masts sticking out of the water, which was stained red. Various bodies and parts of them were floating in the water together with guts and driftwood from the ships.

The corpses were looted of gold and everything else. Obviously, the members of the Golden Company had the most of it, with their golden rings that represented each year served, jewelled swords, silks and inlaid armours.

Everything else was only meagre loot. Unsullied got not paid, but at least were now free of their masters. The other sellswords were all just thugs and had not much, joining only for the promise of easy made gold, women, slaves and plunder.

The legions of Ghis had less than the Golden Company, but more than the slave-soldiers. The soldiers of the Legion were after all employed, serving in a three year contract. Other than that arrows were collected and taken back just like the surviving horses.

Once all loot was safely stored he turned to Divya again. "You will take half of our forces and defend the city should the Dothraki come after all." thinking a bit he asked. "Where is Divya?"

"I am Divya, master." the revealed Divya explained and blushed at his faux pas. Though the reddening of her cheeks was concealed due to the blood on her face, which also covered her exposed breasts and rest of her body.

Harry took her word for it. She and her twin-sister weren't like the Weasley twins, out to confuse him with their similarities. "Ah, sorry." he scratched the back of his head sheepishly but turned serious again. "Then where is your sister?"

"She should be with us shortly ,master." she stated and stared at him unashamedly with eyes like just about every one of the women in his army. Wide eyes full of trust, admiration, pride and even longing coupled with lust.

Harry shuddered at the last. Not because it was something he disliked, rather he hoped it wouldn't escalate further and come to the point where he would be jumped in the streets or find more than four women in his bed while not knowing how the rest came to be there.

'Sirius would be proud. Probably weeping in joy mixed with envy from heaven right now.' Harry thought with a rueful smile at the memory of his godfather.

Coming back out of his musings Harry saw Dipti standing before him. The twins were the battle commanders so to speak, while Abha was the commander of the city watch. After all this they had to see how the troops had to be spread out over the cities. Melisandre and Kinvara were following shortly behind while looking like twins themselves, but walking at a more sedate pace after all the energy spent in this battle.

"Master?" Dipti asked with a touch of concern colouring her voice at seeing him so spaced out.

Harry smiled at that and replied with a small smile. "Nothing to worry about, just memories of the past." dismissing the topic of Sirius and his background for now.

Dipti subtly glanced at her twin-sister and the priestesses, but got not much from their expressions. She nodded and asked "What do you want me to do, master?"

"I need you to take half of our forces to defend our farms should the Dothraki arrive after all and load the crows feet on the catapults."

Having given the order he turned to Melisandre and Kinvara. "You two will stand guard in the palace in case some magic user tries something." most likely the warlocks more than anybody else. "One for the dragons and another for my wives, you decide. I don't think I have to tell you how important that is?"

"No, master." Kinvara replied her voice holding complete conviction that he knew what was best. Something Harry doubted very much himself.

"I will protect them with my life." Melisandre promised in a tone of steel. Her eyes showing nothing but a burning fire of trust towards him in them.

Harry nodded and said. "That leaves Divya and the remaining troops to come with me." that made approximately thirteen-thousand fighters to work with. 'Hopefully enough to take Meereen, Yunkai, Astrapor, New Ghis and Qarth.' the raven haired man hoped. Well the cities would be unprepared for an army that would pop up at their doorstep.

"Where to first, master?" queried Divya as she made herself ready. Checking for all her weapons to be present. Spear in hand, dirk on her belt together with the sling, as well as bow and quiver on her back. The rest of the army arrived shortly after, Divya having relayed his orders per shouting, while he gave the others their own orders.

Harry opened another portal, reducing his reserves to half before answering. "Meereen." his tone was again crisp as he prepared himself mentally for battle. It was a good thing he had visited all the cities.

Technically he just could portal his army inside, but that would not get the message across well enough. The door had to be knocked down, power had to be shown. Letting them know who the alpha was was important. Otherwise these people could, no, would think they were weak.

He stepped in first, shortly after followed by his troops. On the other side the city of Meereen was waiting for them. They arrived on a hill that let them oversee the city. From there on out a path wound down to the massive gate that was flanked by two Harpy like statues that seemingly held the city up with their wings and heads. Three big pyramids stood inside the walls one dwarfing the other two by a good margin. It deserved its name of Great Pyramid.

His army marched towards the gates just outside the range of the arrows. The city's guards seemed to be functioning at least. How could they not with being Unsullied. Although, they seemed to be a bit too much on the fat side. Much more than their counterparts from before anyway.

His troops arranged themselves behind him in square upon square. In the time it took them to do so an audience seemed to have been assembled on the terrace overlooking the entrance of Meereen. Slavers and slaves. Children and adults, old and young all were present to see them fail. The massive gates of wood opened a small fraction to let a rider out.

'Do they want to negotiate?' Harry wondered. Nothing indicated such so he asked Divya. "What are they doing?"

Divya looked contemptuously at the city with a murderous stare, much like the rest of the warrior maids behind him.

'Curious.' Harry noted upon seeing it.

Breaking her gaze of the city and the rider coming she said. "They send out a champion and want you to do the same. So that they may fight against each other."

Incredulous Harry responded. "And what purpose does it serve?" upon her blank stare he elaborated. "Surely, they don't think just because their champion defeated mine that I will give up on taking this city, do they?"

"I don't know master. The Ghiscari never made much sense to us." That they locked down upon them was left unsaid, but also unnecessary to say. The Great Masters of Meereen viewed everybody beneath them. "Let me be your champion master." Divya immediately offered with her face showing her hopefulness upon a chance to kill one of these pigs.

That prompted others to volunteer as well.

Harry ignored the rude shouting of the rider. Under the many insults he hurled their way were, that females should rather spread their legs than fight. A man leading an army of women was a coward and lacking a cock and so on.

"What does he say, master?" Divya inquired curiously, but still polite and respectful, while waiting for his decision.

Harry frowned, muttered a few insults himself under his breath and answered. "Things I can't let go unpunished." turning to her fully he put a hand on her shoulder, making her blush from the contact.

'She's at least better than Bella was with me in the beginning.' The eldest Black even sometimes had cried tears of joy with flushed eyes at having his favour and positive attention. "I myself will fight against him."

"But master, this trash is unworthy to die by your blade!" Divya exclaimed passionately with many behind them yelling and muttering in agreement.

Harry locking eyes with her and spoke in a soft voice. "That may be." he conceded with a nod. "Although I would sully my blade with an ocean of unworthy blood, if it means to keep a single one of you a moment safer." And he meant it. After all loyalty was a two way street. Someone gave it to you and you gave it back.

He grinned at her and said. "But who said anything about me using my blade?"

All of them who heard it stood straighter chest puffed out in pride, while Divya simpered from his attention upon her. Harry walked forward and waited for the rider to come. Of course his opponent thought him idiotic. Going against a mounted rider on foot resulted almost every time in the rider winning. The audience cheered their champion on. He rode hard and fast spurring on his mount.

Harry just stood there and waited. Once the guy was near enough Harry uttered a quick "Oppugno!" the spell was invisible and once it connected caused the mount to rear up and try to push the man from its back. It must've looked quite comical because all his warrior maids couldn't quite contain their giggles and laughter.

The shouts coming from the audience over the gate got louder as the fight transformed into a rodeo. After a few wild minutes the horse managed to lose its rider. That wasn't all. Shortly after the man fell on his back the horse trampled him to death. Of course, it took more than one run to get there.

By now the audience was silent. The horse trotted over to Harry, who stroked its muzzle affectionately. "Good, boy." he praised and handed it at the reigns to Divya. She took them without a word, waiting for him to order or do something.

Harry briefly pondered what to do. He could fly up there to negotiate or kill. He could tear down the walls and sack the city. Negotiation with the devil would do nothing, but bring more problems. Killing them was more like it. These people were like the rot in a wound, one had to remove the rot before the wound could heal. Constructive destruction so to speak.

Harry turned to Divya told her she could keep the horse and commanded. "I will break the gate. Once that is finished I want you to storm the city, kill all the masters, leave the children and women unharmed. Though you can kill them should they attack you first and free the slaves." thinking for a bit he added. "Though the first stops are the fighting pits for you. A few more experienced fighters will be good. I will block the harbour. Don't let the freed slaves run amok and destroy the city. I don't want to conquer ashes!"

"Yes, master." she replied dutifully with a bow and relayed his orders to the chain of command, while mounting the horse to lead the eventual charge.

Decision made Harry transfigured the earth in front of him to pure flat stone. He carved another power-circle into it, which by now took him only a few minutes to construct. Next he stepped in the middle of it and began to cast with his hands held high as if to praise the gods. A light of a soft grey colour grew between his palms, bigger, bigger and bigger still it grew until it was the size of a house. The whole process taking a few minutes.

The next moment he shouted. "Bombarda Maxima Trio." the ball hurled part after part of itself at the gates of Meereen. One, two and then three balls a third of the original size each. They impacted against the gates with a bang, letting the very foundations of the city quake from its might. The first destroyed the gates so that his army could slip through. The second blasted a tower near it apart so that the defenders couldn't do their job well. The third flew towards the bronze harpy statues atop the gates, so that no boiling oil could be poured down on them.

"Attack! Kill all slavers you can find and free the slaves!" Harry bellowed, transforming into his Phoenix form and once more giving his army morale. His troops did just as he wanted with a mighty battle cry as they stormed towards the destroyed gate.

Of course, Harry flew before them, but not to the gate. His target was the terrace itself where panic seemed to be ruling right now. Some slavers were fleeing into the city with their slaves in tow. Others had commanded their slaves to protect them. The only people in controlled motions were the city guards and archers.

The same archers let lose arrows at his army, causing Harry to flap his wings towards the arrow storm and send out a wave of fire to incinerate them. The fire burned hot and left naught but ash and dust that flew away in the wind, another flap of his wings later and the fire compressed into a destructive projectile of flame, which he launched in the midst of the masters. It took out a good chunk of them with a mighty roar and explosion of heat and fire.

He transformed in mid air and drew his sword upon touching the ground. The guard near him tried to take a swing with his spear at him. Harry just cut through the weapon and took his arm with it, leaving him screaming in agony from the poison and curse.

He took down another one, while banishing a fair few of the terrace, letting them fall to their deaths. While he gutted a man with his sword he did something different with his magic. "Relashio." he exclaimed, aiming at the chains holding the slaves at their collars. The chains fell of instantly.

"Fight for your freedom!" he commanded them with a shout. Every single slave he freed was one more on his side. Soon the terrace was overflowing with free slaves, who encouraged by him freed others as well with the keys taken from the corpses of their former masters. They also took the weapons of the dead for themselves. They killed their masters with their bare hands when nothing was in reach to do it with instead.

Others tried to defend their masters and died for it when other slaves killed them in the heat of the moment. Adrenalin pumping at the chance of freedom.

Harry made his way down to meet with his army. On the stairs he encountered no opposition. His army having freed as many slaves as they could. By now they outnumbered the defenders by a large margin. An easy feat when slaves outnumbered the free four to one. Not to mention that at the moment the defenders only had a skeletal group to defend the city, with the others having perished before at Chroyane.

Seeing the destroyed gate from there Harry threw two spells at it. A quick and overpowered Reparo followed by a Colloportus made sure that no one could use the destroyed gate to escape.

Once at the bottom of the winding staircase he made his way deeper into the city. With his super-sensory ability and enhanced body no one could scratch or surprise him. And with his army behind him the chance of being overwhelmed was non-existent.

Seeing that for now everything was under control Harry flew towards the harbour. Like he thought many were trying to flee. To stop that he erected firewalls at all the exits and entrances to it.

The ships he wouldn't burn or destroy, he had use for them after all. Everyone already in the port would not be spared, well expect when they were a slave or had no weapon on their person with the exception being the masters and others taking arms up against him.

Harry had arrived quick enough to prevent most from entering the docks. Only eleven masters made it and eleven now lay dead at his feet. The raven-haired man did not know if they had children or not, but if so, then they had left them behind in the haste to save their own skin.

It was a good thing the masters were easy to spot due to their clothing. The Tokar. It was better still that the clothing was movement restricting. Though, some had been running in their smallclothes or naked. Fleeing from their executioner. One look into Harry's eyes was enough to confirm what would happen should he get to them.

Harry carried on with just his swordplay and physical fighting, wanting to save his magic to create portals for his army. He went days on end without sleep in the past and could certainly do it now. Magical exhaustion was another matter entirely.

After cleaning the harbour he made his way to the various small pyramids of the rich masters.

With his environmental sensing he could feel in which ones were people and which ones were abandoned and empty. Entering one of the bigger ones Harry only saw slaves being chained to rings in the walls or covering behind furniture. He freed them of their bindings, while he searched for the master. Curiously enough there was a deeper level.

Upon searching for an entrance he found a trapdoor leading down. He did not need to light himself the way, his eyes doing just fine themselves. The wooden stairs creaked beneath his weight and for a short while Harry thought the thing would break. Thankfully it didn't.

As Harry arrived at the bottom he saw the whole cellar was full of kennels. All were empty, but noise and light was coming from the adjacent room. This time Harry made his way inside stealthily and not with brute force. What he saw on the other side he wouldn't so soon forget. There was a pit in the ground where two children, who couldn't be older than six, fought against each other. Not out of fun and not out of a childish fit. They fought to kill the other.

Around the pit were standing several men who shouted several things Harry didn't care to hear. His vision turned red upon seeing that. The kennels in the other room only added fuel to his inner fire, knowing now that these weren't for dogs. The occupants of the room obviously did not know what went on outside otherwise they would be already gone.

All attempts at subtlety were thrown out of the window after that. He closed the door, threw a Colloportus at it and went to work. The first guy he killed was cheering, but did not dp so after Harry's sword impaled him from behind. Before others could react Harry chopped the head off from the second.

The other five people now looked directly at him. Before the third could react Harry was already on him, only a scream escaped, but not the scum himself. Harry's superior reflexes, situational awareness born out of countless near death encounters as well as his super-sensory ability noticed the man behind him before he could land a strike.

Harry sidestepped the downwards slash, flowing like water and cut the man's hands off promptly afterwards. Ignoring the now screaming man Harry jumped over the head of the fourth with a somersault while splitting his head in half while doing so. Before landing on his feet, the last Potter used his momentum to cut another in half from top to bottom with the ending-motion of the somersault.

By now the last two scumbags were terrified, as one could see by the yellow stains on their robes. Harry stunned those two as well as the weeping one whose hands he had cut off. Next he levitated the two children with all the rest out of the pit. Though, they too were frightened. Not to the same degree, but Harry guessed anybody would be frightened by the things they just saw.

"I am not here to hurt you." Harry said gently, which was probably ruined due to his slitted eyes and the fangs which showed as he spoke.

As he went to approach nearer most children flinched away from him trying to touch them. Well, all expect one child she had dark brown skin marred with scars here and there. Her green eyes were clearly mistrusting and her brown hair dishevelled.

"What is your name?" Harry asked in what he hoped was a calm and friendly manner.

"Beskha" the little girl replied in a small voice trying to sound brave.

Harry squatted down to be on eye-level with the children and said. "Beskha. That is a beautiful name." Harry smiled with his mouth closed this time. "I am Harry." thinking how he should put this, but nothing came to mind at the moment.

Before he could say anything the other child asked. "Are you here to kill us too?" the girl beside Beskha had an even smaller voice with her head bowed, looking at the ground. Both had their hands intertwined, taking support from each other. Harry saw that Beskha gripped the small dagger she had tighter, ready to fight and die should it come to it.

He was tightly controlling his anger and shook his head "No I am not. I came here to free all slaves, you included." he said with a grin as he took in the disbelieving faces of the children as they looked up in shock. Picking up a chain from the floor he cast a portus at it from which the metal glowed blue. "Here if you touch this it will bring you to safety." he had no desire to protect the children during a siege and this way it was safer.

"How?" asked Beskha, clearly not believing him a single second. Understandable considering the circumstances and her not so stellar experiences so far, despite having seen some of what he could do.

The messy-haired man sighed at that. "I am a wizard." levitating the children a bit up from the ground he went on as they touched the ground again. "If you touch the chain, it will bring you to my home." before one could interrupt he held up a hand and silenced the protest. "There you will arrive near a red-haired woman."

Rummaging through his pockets he took a bit of parchment and scribbled a quick note on it with a conjured quill. "Give her this and she should arrange everything for you." he would send the portkey with the children to Kinvara. The excitable woman seemed the better choice between Melisandre and Kinvara when it came to children.

"How do we know you won't enslave us as well?" asked Beskha in an angry voice and narrowed distrustful eyes. Looking much like a cornered animal, but there was hope in her eyes that was absent before. A small spark, but this one could at least grow into a roaring fire when one added the right fuel.

Harry decided to be honest with them. "You won't. You only have my word that I have no intention on doing so." he saw the conflict that happened in their minds through their posture alone. Having been like that at one time in his life. Finally their shoulders sagged, so he put the chain in their outstretched hands. "Home." upon the command the chain vanished and took the children with it. Harry sighed in relief, but frowned when he saw the three forms laying in the room. The one sans his arms had a big puddle of blood beneath him and most likely dead. He levitated the other two down in the pit and woke them up.

"Good news for you two."Harry began with a cheery smile and voice. "When you escape the pit you are free to go, but..." He let that statement hanging in the air a while as he conjured a big tiger behind them in the cage. "what would the show be without a little excitement." now his grin was downright disturbing, enhanced by his fangs and slitted eyes giving him a feral and somewhat sadistic appearance. The tiger roared at the two men and before both could turn around fully the tiger had already bit one in the neck, snapping it.

Harry did not stay, rather he went to search for more slaves he could free. In the other pyramids acting as manses were not many remaining. Just mostly servants and the like to keep a household clean and functioning. The Unsullied guards had to be killed, they would otherwise stubbornly carry out their orders. A complete restructuring of the mind wasn't really possible in these conditions and with so many of them.

So, it was the sword in these cases.

The last two buildings were the Great Pyramid and the Temple of the Graces. As he arrived at the Temple his army was already finished with it. "Any problems in the Temple?" Harry asked as he saw Divya come out of it with ten other warrior maids, walking down the steep stairs. Upon seeing him they jogged down.

Panting a little she said after catching her breath. "No, it seems all people in the temple were women and you said we shouldn't harm them." upon his raised eyebrow she went on. "We put them in the chains of the former slaves to be sure."

"Good work. I am proud of you." Harry complimented with a smile on his face. Causing Divya to beam at him with a blush colouring her cheeks, mirrored by the rest. "Lets go to the Great Pyramid." Harry proposed, but waited for the brains to catch on.

"Yes, master." it came out as a squeak and chirp at the same time. Happy and embarrassed at the same time. She like most if not all of the women from the Patrimony never knew about such a thing named courtship. They were one day chosen to bear the children of the Great Fathers and that was that. As long as the female in question had had her moon's blood it was ok and normal.

There wasn't much thought wasted on what the women in question should feel or what she even wanted. The pleasure they received from the intercourse also wasn't much. In contrast to what she heard from the gossip it was the opposite with him. Not that she needed gossip to confirm it. She stood guard at his sleeping quarters and heard the shouts of joy and euphoria his wives let out every morning and evening.

With Hyrkoon, or Harry as Divya took to call him after his insistence, it was different in general. In the short time they all knew him he always smiled at them, thanked them and encouraged them even. It filled her and the others with a strange warmth in their chests. They wanted to repay him for all he did for them with their loyalty and fighting capabilities.

And what did he do? He gave it right back to them with the same smile on his face, saying he would keep them as save as he could too. Never had any of them experienced as such from the previous Great Fathers in their lives.

Strangely enough it only served to make them want to serve him even more and better. She and everyone else of her sisters saw what he and his wives could do. Only assassins and not anticipated things could harm them as it already has been proven. So all of them came to a silent agreement that they had to train harder to be better and stronger for him. They wanted to protect him not because it was strictly necessary, but because they wanted to do so.

Breaking out of her thoughts she saw that they stood before the biggest pyramid of the city no other even standing half as tall. One couldn't see the harpy at the apex of the pyramid from their point of view. The foundation was massive and thick to support the weight of the huge structure overhead.

Dutifully she followed him up the stairs and into the interior. Inside all noise from outside was muffled and the heat was blocked from the walls thickness. Through this it was cool and dim inside. Looking and feeling as if it was dusk inside of the building. The ground level was a hushed place full of shadows and dust. Their footsteps echoing off the arches of the many coloured bricks. Among this level were the stables, stalls and storerooms from the locks of things.

There now were two ways, one down and another upwards. What lay down one could guess from the closed doors and pained moans behind. Most likely a prison for slaves and or torture chamber. Harry send one of them to Chroyane with a reusable portkey, so that she could bring healers to treat the prisoners, the healers brought with them busy with their own few wounded.

As soon as she returned the prison was inspected and everyone in there was healed, but those who deserved to be there stayed there. Which were none.

Next the group climbed upwards to the first level. It was empty of people just like the second level, where the armoury lay. The third was a kind of training facility for the guards. Only in the higher levels, starting at the seventeenth, were people at all. The heart of the pyramid housing servants and guests. The routine of freeing slaves and killing the masters as well as chaining the women and children of them continued. All living masters and their relatives would have to be checked for their crimes through Legilimency or Veritaserum after the conquest and punished accordingly.

Finally after much walking up stairs Harry arrived with his entourage at the second highest level. The throne room itself. The throne was made out of gilded wood carved in the shape of a harpy. Not many masters remained. Only ten people were remaining in total. From the locks of them and their similarities it was even a family.

Harry stopped directly before the stairs that led up to the throne and fired an overpowered freezing spell, freezing all standing above. He slowly walked up the stairs and once arrived at the throne levitated all ten frozen people down, while freeing their faces so that they could speak.

"Before you go on long winded tirades I want to ask a quick question. Are you the ruling family of Meereen?" it seemed like a silly question, but maybe they had taken advantage of the chaos and inserted themselves in it, hoping the attackers would perish without them doing much.

"Indeed we are." answered an old woman. She was tall with white hair, skin thin as parchment and wore nearly all green Tokar decorated with gold and pearls with a green veil, lipstick and green painted upper eyelid. Despite her age she looked graceful with piercing green eyes full of intelligence, wisdom and experience. After she answered the woman send the middle-aged man near her a harsh glare to shut him up.

"Excellent." Harry exclaimed happy to find it the truth. "My name is Harrison Black and as you can see I have conquered your city and freed your slaves. With whom have I the pleasure of talking to?"

The same woman as before spoke again. "My name is Galazza Galare, the Green Grace of Meereen and we represent the House of Galare." her voice was calm and peaceful as if she wasn't frozen stiff right now and in danger of being killed. A far cry away from the others in her company. The man from before was red and purple from being ignored, reminding him of his Uncle Vernon, while others were frightened.

"Good, now that introductions are out of the way I will explain to you why I haven't killed you and be done with it." He repositioned himself on the chair to find a more comfortable position. "You see, every other House of this city should be either eradicated or imprisoned by now. Though, more often than not only the men were killed due to resisting arrest so to speak." his grin was shark-like in appearance, his incisors only enhancing the effect.

"And why did you not do the same to us?" she inquired politely as if discussing the weather and not the possible slaughter of her family. His appearance not bothering her in the slightest.

Harry liked that woman. Calm and collected, knowing when she was beaten and not making ridiculous demands while being chained. Something quite many slavers had done. "Easy, I need someone ruling this city, because I have my own lands to rule and can't be here all the time to supervise." swinging one leg over the other so that his right foot rested on his left knee he went on. "You can rule this city like before. With certain restrictions, of course."

Now Galazza was definitely interested from the glint in her eye. "Which restrictions would that be?" still frozen stiff her eyes and face could express her intentions perfectly well. Or at least express what she wanted him to see.

Harry counted on his fingers now. "One, there will be no more slaves in this city." Another finger. "Two, to make sure you treat your ex-slaves and future employees well I will place a curse upon you all, which lets you feel every bit of pain you will inflict upon them. Be it through your hand or command." A third finger. "And three, half the gold from the eradicated families will flow into your pockets under the premise that you will free every slave you come across and give them education and work. How much you pay them is up to you as long as you acquire the slave in question with their consent and the amount is sufficient to live off."

"I have personally nothing against those demands, except the curse, of course. Though how do you think we should accomplish the task of freeing the slaves? They are our income and only trade we possess." Galazza commented calmly as she looked into his slitted eyes. Not really scoffing at the idea of a curse when she currently couldn't move a muscle.

Now Harry really liked that woman. "Excellent question." saying it much like a teacher would do to a pupil. "Now that these lands are under my control I will make them fertile once more. With this you should be able to plant crops and the like to get things for trade." Harry said it nonchalantly, but the widening of her eyes told him all he needed to know.

"Why are you surprised? You after all commanded your troops to invade my home. For exactly the purpose of acquiring the means to do exactly that. Am I wrong?"

Shaking her head she replied still as calm, but with another glare at the man, who previously sat on the throne. "Yes, my cousin did order that. However I urged him to find a peaceful solution. Alas, my voice of reason was drowned by the shouting of the warmongers from Astrapor and Yunkai, who have no idea how a war is fought themselves."

Now Harry chuckled and said. "I would've indeed helped you, if you had come to me under the banner of peace. I probably still would've demanded the abolishment of slavery, although on different terms."

After he brought his amusement under control Harry continued. "I see no reason we couldn't work together as long as you keep these three conditions. Yunkai and Astrapor will agree to the same terms or perish." the last part was said with such utter certainty that Galazza couldn't bring herself to doubt the man before her.

After that Harry set the curse on the whole family. Every time someone of them hit, whipped or injured a slave in any manner they felt the same pain. The same went with guards or others ordered to do it. They would punish themselves more than the slaves. If two of them would punish a slave with a lashing then both would fell the double amount of pain while the slaves each only felt the normal amount. Not to mention that the children of the family served as a deterrent to do so at all.

Normally the curse was something he wouldn't use, but Harry found something interesting in the mind of Galazza. She was someone called the Harpy who could command a group of fanatics. With the curse it should serve to dissuade her. Once he was sure she wouldn't do something stupid the curse would be lifted.

Other than that the remaining former masters were imprisoned in the cells underneath the pyramid until he could get them trials or other arrangements. This time he had thought ahead and prevented the slaves from going amok. Averting a repeat like on the slaver ship. His orders included to prevent the slaves from pillaging and burning down things in their bloodthirsty desire for revenge.

Harry also left another thousand warrior maids to keep the peace until more order could be established. The rest now stood before the Great Pyramid on the typical red streets of Meereen with Harry, waiting for him to open a portal to Yunkai. A few seconds later the typical pink colour spread out and opened the also typical oval shaped portal.

As he stepped out Yunkai stretched before him. It lay in the vicinity of an oasis, which stood out glaringly in the typical sandy landscape with its green and blue colours.

The yellow city held around two-hundred thousand slaves from what Harry guessed. 'At least I have much workforce in the future.' Harry thought as he observed his army exiting the portal in pairs of five.

After all were through Harry panted a little. This city seemed to be his limit for today and his army did not look much better off itself. Something he had not calculated. One day more or not did not matter in his conquest. Besides he had the advantage in mobility anyway.

'I should probably check if something has happened at home after this.' he trusted Kinvara and Melisandre due to the vow, but that did not mean they couldn't be overwhelmed somehow.

Just like with Meereen they soon stood before the gates, within a safe distance of course. The harpy displayed here was different. It had the same crouched pose with its leathery wings outstretched and scorpion tail raised to attack, but instead of holding nothing the creature held shackles in one of its eagle talons and in the other an iron collar. The yellow walls locked to be crumbling. Inside the typical stepped pyramids could be seen.

Tents weren't needed. Laying siege wasn't a drawn out affair with magic on ones side. Something that seemed to confuse the enemy on the walls apparently. Just like the city before the defences were pitiful.

Turning to his warrior maids, Harry cast a Sonorous on himself, saying. "You know the drill. I will destroy the gates, afterwards we free all slaves, but prevent them from going out of control, shackle the masters and kill all who oppose us." despite their fatigue the army cheered loudly. Sure they trained for a big part of their lives, but most only were on the other side of the walls while the enemy crashed and dispersed against their mighty strongholds. To attack was new, frightening and exciting all in one even when it was the second time now. The healers stood ready too, bolstered by the knowledge of having not lost a single one at Meereen, despite it being the first siege in the history of the Patrimony. Well, in recorded history anyway.

Another power circle was drawn into the flat transfigured ground. After just a minute of channelling his magic into the spell he exclaimed loudly. "Bombarda Maxima!" the spell promptly flew towards the gate, shattering it and allowing his army access.

This time they did not need a command to attack. While his army stormed the city Harry again flew towards an arrow storm, incinerating it with a massive wave of fire in his Phoenix form. Besides his song the sight alone seemed to heighten the fighting spirit of his army. The skeletal troops holding it did not do so for very long. Usually Yunkai would have had five-thousand men. Even with the full numbers Harry had more than twice that, so it made no difference. Much like Meereen it fell, only faster.

Following the crushing defeat all slaves were freed and the masters chained. The pyramids were also looted after the masters and their families were laid in chains for the time being. The biggest pyramid was again last with much the same picture as in Meereen. Harry and Divya standing before it with warrior-maids behind them.

Entering the massive structure saw them faced with no opposition at all. The slaves freed on the way further inside stayed in place and did not move. "Seems at least one master has some sense as to how to treat subordinates." Harry commented after he signalled them to stop freeing them.

Divya nodded along in agreement. "It seems like it, master."

He motioned them forward with a wave of his hand. Finally a set of double doors were before them, made out of cedar wood. Something that once was quite plentiful in Ghis. Harry swung the doors open with a bang, seeing no need to be polite or some such at the moment.

There were few people inside. One was a woman, who somewhat looked like a man and had purple hair of all things. She or he, Harry wasn't sure, had a willowy figure and upon closer inspection purple eyes, dressing in moonstones and myrish lace. The clothes weren't in purple like the rest of the person, but a bright orange.

Next sitting upon a dais was a vastly obese man. One could fit three Vernon Dursleys inside him. He was bald with yellow eyes, obvious multiple chin and dressed in a massive yellow silk Tokar with golden fringe.

'Can he even walk?' Harry wondered and pondered at the same time. It was highly doubtful. The nearer they came the more noticeable got an unbearable stench emanating from the fat man. 'Oh god, he stinks worse than a load of dung.' Harry resisted the urge to hold his nose closed with one hand.

He solved the problem with a quick modified bubble-head charm, which placed a small bubble in each nostril to prevent the stench from invading his nose. He subtly repeated the process for Divya and the others, seeing them relax visibly.

All around the room were grotesquely deformed people. Ranging from people with two heads to dwarfs. There was even a boy with the feet of a goat, a two-headed woman, a giant and a bearded woman.

The yellow whale in front of Harry began to speak in a wheezing voice, as if opening his mouth alone was a chore for him. 'Which it probably is.' Harry conceded in his mind.

"Welcome to my humble home. My name is Yezzan zo Qaggaz of the House of Qaggaz. I'm assuming you are the leader of the newly arrived city that is in the mouth and ear of everybody at the current time." his voice carrying its content barely to Harry's ears.

Harry, much more imposing in his full armour than the morbidly obese fatso, simply raised an eyebrow. He knew that his actions would sooner or later travel far, but had wished it to be later rather than sooner.

"Indeed I am and it seems you are the only remaining wise master in Yunkai. All others either perished before my walls or were laid in chains just moments before." it was said nonchalantly as if it wasn't even noteworthy that he sacked a city in a single day without too much effort. It were two, but Yezzan couldn't possibly know that, yet.

"So it would seem." Yezzan wheezed with a cough coming from his titanic gob. One could see gaps in his mouth from missing teeth. "Are you here to imprison me as well?" he inquired with a touch of amusement in his voice and yellow eyes.

'Probably, because he thinks I wouldn't be able to move him.' even Harry chuckled at that a bit, but composed himself quickly. Not to mention that imprisonment wouldn't agree with someone in Yezzan's condition. So he shook his head. "I came here to do that, at first." Harry admitted, seeing that he had the attention of the fat man Harry continued. His warrior-maids having arranged themselves behind him, ready to defend him from an attack. "You are lucky that you seem to treat your slaves right. Only a few left once I removed their chains, which works in your favour."

"How exactly does it work in my favour?" the yellow whale said, the sound coming out as if a real whale would sing. Again he coughed into his hand in a fit afterwards.

Harry waited until the man overcame his coughing fit and calmed down. "Easy, I obviously need someone who can rule this city in my stead. After all I have my own lands to govern. You seem like the best choice among the Yunkai'i. All others that perished before my city were much too troublesome with their petty squabbles and idiotism."

That caused Yezzan to laugh and wheeze, while his much to big massive chin wobbled with the motion, creating waves in his skin. "Indeed. My fellow wise Masters thought themselves battle commanders, but they all were anything but. Most of all Yurkhaz zo Yunzak the so called supreme commander of Yunkai's army."

Upon hearing the name Harry racked his brain to who it could've been. Sure, he had not a single talk with the enemy, but someone called supreme commander would stick out.

In a flash it came to him and he couldn't suppress a snicker, which earned him the attention of Yezzan. "You mean the old man, who looked like a shrivelled prune and rode on a much too large and pompous palanquin carried by forty slaves?" Harry had seen the man once as he surveyed the enemy before the attack and briefly thought he saw wrong. It was idiotic to bring a palanquin onto a battlefield, let alone such a massively inconvenient one.

Now they both laughed at the ridiculous image that old man had presented. The excessive laughing posed problems to Yezzan as he seemed to cough up blood. The purple-haired... person attended him immediately. Fussing over him and his massive form.

"What's wrong with him?" Harry inquired somewhat concerned. He did not know the man much. Only that he probably treated his slaves alright, was shrewd and intelligent. All in all someone he would like to have in place to govern this city. With certain insurances in place, obviously.

The one attending Yezzan answered with concern evident in his or her voice. It irked Harry more than he would like to admit that he could not determine the gender of the person exactly. Even the voice seemed strangely hermaphrodite like. "Master has contracted an unknown disease as he visited Sothoryos once in the past. Dreadful place, should be avoided at all cost." she muttered a few more unfavourable things under her or his breath directed at the southern, plague ridden continent.

Harry scratched his chin in thought, weighting his options. In the end the best course would be to heal the man and help him lose some weight before he died of a heart attack. Enlarging the trunk taken from his pocket, he cast a diagnostic spell at Yezzan. The results were numerous. He had jaundice and gall stones the size of pebbles. Worms festered in his extremities, which were also beginning to rot away. Among other things. It was all quite unpleasant to see just how many diseases and other things this guy had caught.

'At least I know he has a high pain tolerance.' the raven-haired man mused. Yezzan had to live in near constant pain and it was a small wonder he lived up until now.

Another sigh escaped him. He had to use the Phoenix tears again. He could diagnose what the guy had, but Harry was no Narcissa that could heal Yezzan with other potions or spells, not very versed in healing himself. He took the small container together with a smaller vial out. He swiftly put the vial into the tears to get only the few he needed. That done he turned to Yezzan. "I can heal your body." he said from behind the purple person, though Yezzan did not take his shrewd gaze of him for a second.

"And what do you expect in return?" asked Yezzan, showing that despite being as big as a wagon he had intelligence. "I doubt you would give this to me for free." he commented in an afterthought. All the while coughing a bit.

Harry nodded in agreement, holding up the vial in his right hand. "For this I have three conditions. First there will be no more slavery in this city. Second half the wealth of the other wise masters will flow into your pockets as long as you free all slaves and improve the lives of your future subjects. And thirdly I will place a curse upon you. The curse will let all the food you eat too much taste like ash in your mouth." it was a fitting punishment for a glutton. But Harry had other reasons as well.

It would discourage him to eat so much, hopefully slim him down. Even if Yezzan should eat more than he could chew the nutrients and fat would not go into the body, but crapped out together with the feces. Not a pleasant experience. Once arrived at a healthy weight the curse would lie dormant until needed again. "Do we have an agreement?"

Yezzan mulled it over pretty long in his head. A painful life for however long he had remaining on this earth or be healed, but his greatest passion would be taken instead. "How long will I have to bear this curse?" he finally inquired with a small frown marring his fat face. Sure the curse could be much more unpleasant than the man before him claimed, but on the other hand Yezzan knew that the green-eyed man could kill him without problem. So why prolong the suffering of one master he not even knew?

With his arms crossed behind him Harry patiently replied. "As long as it takes for you to slim down to a healthy weight." the explanation seemed to be acceptable to the yellow whale. The only really wise master in Yunkai nodded his head in acceptance, again letting his massive chin swing with the motion.

"I suppose that is agreeable." he conceded. He ate much and enjoyed it, but his life was worth more. 'Besides the gains outweigh the rest by a large margin. I get more money, control over the city and my health back in exchange for however brief a time the curse is active in comparison to the rest of my life and the abolishment of slavery.'

Despite what many masters would like to tell others and themselves Yezzan knew that slavery was not necessary for a few to achieve greatness and contemplate the stars, as they put it. No, Braavos was proof of that. It was the wealthiest city in the known world with not a single slave living in it. The yellow whale was intelligent enough to see that change was needed in Slavers Bay and the change came in the form of the man before him.

"Excellent." Harry exclaimed with a happy grin and clapped hands. The last potter walked near the obese man, saying. "Open your mouth and it will be over quick." the man did as instructed. Harry dropped ten tear drops in Yezzan's mouth, shortly accompanied by a sickly yellow curse, fitting colour for the fat man before him. The worms were removed with the Tergeo spell, siphoning them out of his flesh, together with massive amounts of pus as well as other disgusting fluids.

Harry blessed the one wizard who invented the bubble-head charm in his mind quite a lot during the procedure. Lastly, Harry performed a gentle Legilimency on the man and made a mental note for Narcissa to look after the deformed people and heal them, if possible.

"I forgot to mention one thing." confronting the fat man with a change of attitude only a master of Occlumency was capable of Harry directed his now murderous glare upon the last wise master of Yunkai not dead or in chains.

"Your slaves are now servants. That means they get paid or released of their service. You won't play with their lives and can't command them to do anything humiliating or degrading." backing it up with a Dementors aura his voice growing equally cold with the breath of the people in the room showing, letting them shiver. "If you do I will find out and I will do much more than just let make food taste like ash in your mouth!" it was accompanied with a slight increase of the pressure in the room. "When I am done you will be a slave in your mind and wish I had killed you today."

A subtle gesture of the hand placed the fat man under an Imperius. "Do you understand?" Harry asked and commanded him to reply positively.

"Yes!" came the typical monotone voice of a victim of this particular curse. The usual glassy, vacant eyes staring unblinkingly back at Harry. It was good the last Potter performed a Legilimency search on Yezzan. What he found was frankly disgusting. Sure the man was shrewd and intelligent like Harry thought and cared more for his slaves than others.

In the end it were just slaves to him though, to do with as he pleased. Harry released the curse and looked the now rightfully terrified man in the eyes. It was always easier to produce fear than love. In the beginning it would be fear he ruled with, but hoped to earn the love with his following deeds. Otherwise he wouldn't be better than the masters.

When everything was said and done Harry even received some advice from the grateful and extremely fearful Yezzan regarding Astrapor and its forces. A very useful plan was given to Harry by the shrewd new ruler of Yunkai, but probably only because the man wanted to seem useful.

Like in Meereen a thousand warrior-maids were stationed to keep the peace until something better could be arranged.

Exhausted Harry and his remaining eleven-thousand warriors made their way home through a portal to recuperate and to prepare a bit for Harry's own plan regarding New Ghis.