A/N: Someone pointed out to me that, to my shame, there was a typo in the title of this story. How did I not miss that, when I see it every time I update the story? I need glasses, is the conclusion I have come to.

Chapter 11

Deep in the bowels of John's lab, one of him had been tirelessly working on cracking the code of magic in this world. Upon extensive examination of Em (Element M), he had found that, to his pleasant surprise, when he did a small test the amount of Em that he used had duplicated. And, when he had done his large-scale test, he had found that it had worked as well. Basically he could duplicate what amounted to be twenty five average wizard's worth of Em using the method. He did not want to go any larger scale, as he didn't really need to do so, being content with the amount he had gotten from the second scaled-up test.

He had then sent out transports to the Sectors he had set up in, to deliver what had been a rare resource for him, to them. His hope was that he could continue production in the other Sectors, so that he didn't have to continue with sending it in transport.

Speaking of, he did not want to have to pilot the transports himself, and thankfully he did not. The transports were going to a known location, so he didn't have to actively pick a place to set down. There was the problem of running into objects, of course, but they had SMARTS (Semi Mechanically Autonomous Recognition and Tracking Systems) so he needn't worry over that.

At the end of Harry's happily normal first year, he had gotten off of the train at King's Cross Station with his friend, and his brother in all but name, to look for his father. He had gotten used to the idea of calling Dr. Mercer "father," and "dad" over the time he had gotten to know him, and subsequently he had looked at Kevin as his brother. Kevin, needless to say, felt the same way as Harry did. They had both wanted a father, and siblings, and now they had gotten them. It was a fantasy come true.

Upon sighting the aforementioned man, they had then as a group sped along towards him. Luna had stayed back as John had laughed happily and hugged his sons. Then she had said something that no-one had expected her to say. It was an observation, and was said frankly, to be taken as fact, "You're not human."

John had frozen at that, and had looked at Luna with raised eyebrows, his happy expression to be replaced with curiosity. "You must be Luna," It was a statement, and not a question.

Kevin had answered it all the same, though, "Yes. Dad, this is Luna Lovegood, the girl Harry and I have been writing about."

John had given a soft nod, then his benign nature had returned full force, his curious look being replaced by a soft happy one. "And to answer your question, Miss Lovegood, no technically I'm not a human being. I am something less than, yet all the same more than human.

At the same time as greeting his sons and their friend, one of John's avatars had been looking for a galaxy to settle down in. It was in a new Sector entirely, dubbed Sector Z4, and there were surprisingly no galaxies between Sector Z1 and Z4. It was like someone had up and erased them, or they had not yet had a Big Bang event. He didn't know why, but he had a particular interest in spiral galaxies for Columbus galaxies. Maybe it sprouted from his home galaxy from when he was made.

He had done the usual scanning of a planet before he had set down and done the normal setup procedures that was setting up a main foothold in the new Sector.

Then, he had looked for an "Earth" in this galaxy, as there was, as he had found, without fail, always a type of Earth in Columbus galaxies, in the same spot, just with varying timelines and states of advancement with minor changes. What were the chances?

Yes, what were the chances of having an Earth in every spiral galaxy he had found, just with varying types of life on the planet. And, what were the chances that most of the forms of life he had found were bipedal? It didn't make any sense, considering that it was, in his opinion, one of the worst ways for locomotion. So, why were most of the aliens he had found to be bipedal?

Perhaps it was the curse of sapience?

Either way, it didn't really matter, it was just an observation.

So it was the first avatar that found and seeded the Sector, designation Zulu, that had found a version of Earth, and had set down on a little patch of land that was supposed to be England.

He could clearly see the night side of the planet as he was coming in to land, as England was early in the night time. With it he could see the light pollution shining into the night sky. It assured him that whatever - most likely human - species was in fact sapient, and far enough along in the industrial revolution. It also meant that he would need to use cloaking, as he did not want to become a UFO and seen as invading their planet. He would rather not have that type of Indian event. No thank you.

Besides, technically he isn't all that alien to humans, considering that his "grandfather", Doctor Alex Mercer, was human. That and he was once human.

Speaking of human, he really hoped that this race was in fact human, because then there would be that plus. So far, he had always found a human race in each and every Sector, and their home planet was, without fail, Earth. And he would like to keep that record. Humans were by far his favourite species, despite all of their faults, but he was probably very biased.

So Captain Zulu of the Zeelot, a Voyager class vessel, had set said vessel down beneath the Thames River, not too far from Big Ben. Surprisingly, this world was not unlike the first world Post Probability Drive, or PPD. Again, another improbable thing, but the whole point of sectors were that there were going to be some very close things.

He decided that he wouldn't really get much done if he was just sitting at the bottom of the river, even if he was monitoring all of the information traffic. It wasn't the same as being on the surface, and besides, the whole reason why he was doing this was to act as a sort of sentry for the people living on the planet; if he had an avatar on top, then there would be less response time. That being said, he would probably need to have a surface rep. to begin with, to have a faster response time.

Now that he thought about it, he should probably set up a small base of operations. It would certainly help in creating more Em, from the short supply that he had on hand.

Decision made, he had started to make himself more avatars, siphoning the required energy from the generators, that which was build with this action in mind. Slowly the increasing biomass expanded out from Zulu's hands, growing outward and into a special chamber build specifically for this purpose, when the ship needed to keep something out or in, there was an airlock type system for new avatars.

Soon enough there was a sizable amount of the stuff, filling all the space in the airlock. Which was easy, sense there was no air in there to begin with, nor any water. It resembled a fleshy cube while the brain, and the BQEC was developed, which took fractions of a second to link and "spin up". When Zulu had disconnected, the pilot of Zeelot was not longer the designation Zulu, but now one of the names that became tradition of Blacklight unimportant members. Instead, the name of Zulu became the new biomass'.

The cube of flesh shifted, and became water tight on the outside, so as to have minimal irritation for the sapient virus. The reason why the sapient virus was so irritated by water, when normal viruses thrive, was for that exact reason. There was a call, from water, that Blacklight normally had trouble to not answer. It was a call for the Blacklight infection to spread like wildfire, and infect all within water. It was like an alcoholic resisting the temptation to return to drink, for the sapient virus. It was worse than the urge to consume when he came in direct contact with a biological being.

But, all of his hundreds of years living, he had learned to become quite patient. And with that patience came the ability to resist and manage his urges quite well, thank you.

Once the other side of the airlock opened, Zulu had shuffled out into the cold Thames River, and had then shifted into that of a long shark. Mainly it was to dissuade any prospecting fish to back away from the obvious predator, and he wouldn't have to consume something under water.

It would be unpleasant for anyone involved.

All of this was after John had made a close-by base of operations on the Mars of the solar system. There he had looked for Prothean ruins, to see if he was in a Mass Effect Based type of universe. He had yet to find any sign of such things, he hadn't even found a relay in any of the moons in the solar system. He had, however, found Earth's moon to be an egg. Which was odd, even for him. He had, of course, taken samples of the species DNA.

If he were to be truthful with himself, it only made his job easier without the threat of the reapers in this galaxy. Because, honestly, humans were squishy, no matter how adorable they may be.

Zulu had set up a field using Em, whereupon the field covered an old warehouse in London, much like the enchantments on diagon ally itself, just that anyone John didn't want there, couldn't get there. The same for getting someone out of there.

Zulu was in the process of cleaning the area when he came across an angel statue holding a mirror, and looking into it. There was graffiti written on the stone statue, things like "vain angel" and "self absorbed". Zulu shook his young-looking head, conveying John's exasperation for some people, wondering why they would do such things. There was one that said to "beware the weeping angel" and another to "not blink" which made John mentally pause, wondering what they were supposed to mean. He had gotten the local language update from a local, and had downloaded the language using a little skill that one of the various wizards he had consumed knew it as Advanced Legilimency. Supposedly only a master legilimency could do such things with the mind, but John had been doing it for years, albeit by a slightly different way. Namely by using tentacles and direct contact rather than with Em and looking into the eyes.

He would still much rather just to consume the person, but people might become suspicious if people keep disappearing.

He had then cleaned up the angel, statue, and had then taken the mirror out of the angel's hand. He had then turned his back on the angel, and had started to walk away, when he was grabbed from behind, and had felt arms wrapping themselves around his middle.

Zulu had moved his head down to look at what appeared to be stone arms wrapped around his midsection, then he had looked behind him, to be treated to the sight of a confused look upon the stone angel's face. John, himself, felt pretty confused at this turn of events.

Then he felt the arms squeeze tighter, and he felt the bones in the human child's frame he had chosen to break and buckle under the strength of this new being. He didn't really care though, and instead said, "You can move. That's new, a statue that can move." That said, he had shifted his biomass, and propelled himself forwards, the arms of the angel moving through his body, and touching all that was within his form. He then turned to look at this angel in stone form, and still with a quisitive look, asked, "Did you want a hug or something? Was that why you hugged me? Because if that was the case, I must say that humans are generally squishy and don't respond well to the amount of force that you applied to my body. So in the future, you might want to tune it down a little." The angel only stayed there, unmoving, though this time the face was not confuse, but that of an angry face. "Geeze, lighten up." Zulu chuckled, and poked the stone statue on its hard nose. "You don't register as alive to me," John mused through Zulu, then asked, "Can you speak? Do you understand me?"

Finally, the statue gave up the pretense of being a statue, and then had nodded, once, quickly. To John's surprise, the statue had moved fluidly, almost like how a human would move albeit with more grace. Then with an accusing glare that should not be seen on an angelic face, she had said, "We can not send you back. Time won't let us. You have no energy too." The voice the angel used was gravelly, like a bunch of rocks were in a grinder, and to be honest, JOhn didn't know why he expected different from a living statue. The angel had nodded to its own words, and had then said,k "You must be of equal or greater being than us, to not be prey." Then angrily, it asked, "What are you?"

Zulu cocked his head to the side, questioningly, then he had responded with, "Something less than human, but at the same time, something more. To be fair, I don't really know what passes for human here, as I'm not from this Sector."

This had caught the Angel's attention, apparently, "Sector?"

Zulu had nodded and then, "Yeah, y'know, one googolplex metres cubed? I'm not from this one, I'm from about 4 sectors over, and even then, not really." There was a pause, then, "So what do you feed off of? Why were you pretending you couldn't move? What…" and the questions went on, and on, asking all that John could come up with regarding this new species. He didn't know it, but they had done something that would be considered impossible. The questions were mutual though, so he had to give some information back.

They had found that they were similar in some ways, like how the Angels could feed off pretty much anything, and so could Blacklight. They were similar in that the Angels were created by each other, and not born, similar to Blacklight. Interestingly enough, the angels had a hive mentality, and telepathy between each other, but not quite on the level that John had evolved Blacklight to have.

Somewhere along their discussion, John and the Weeping Angels, or Silent Assassins as they preferred to be called, had made themselves an agreement. If there was a risk that the Weeping Angels would go extinct, John would step in to help out, and if John's existence was threatened, then the Silent Assassins would step in to help. It was a mutual benefit for them both, and John had sweetened the deal a little more.

John had offered, for the services of the Silent Assassins to be guards, of a sorts, for his things; he would provide them with energy to feed off of, and they could touch anyone that was doing what they shouldn't have been with his things. Like stealing. Basically, they would protect him, and he would in turn feed the angels. It was a comfortable form of symbiosis between two very powerful species.

He offered them radiation, but in the level that they could effectively feed off of, without them needing to hunt their food. John had affectionately labeled it as becoming an omnivore race, whereupon they could get sustenance from other things, and they could get it from very high energy output.

Also amongst the discussion and general learning of each other's culture, to which neither really had any anymore, they had stumbled upon the hypothesis of why John's avatars couldn't be sent back in time. It was at that time that they both learned that the angels had a sort of quantum locking, but it seemed that it was like they were going unobserved when John had looked at them. Yet another aspect of them that seemed did not apply to the entity that was John's avatar.

His ego had then offered up the idea that, perhaps, they had deemed it too dangerous to remain silent in fear that he would be offended and kill them off anyway. After-all, time's own laws said that he was not to be touched, and the Silent Assassin's main weapon was time.

Back to the hypothesis. They had both came upon the hypothesis that he wouldn't be allowed to time travel because of, for one, the hive-minded quantum link that keeps everything in sync. And for another that he was not from this Sector, and each Sector had its' own timeline. Since he was never from that timeline to begin with, being outside of time - and space in a sense, then that timeline could never affect him. He could affect it, as evident by being able to enter into the Sector, but the Sector's own Father Time could not touch him. It was another reason why the angels felt they were unobserved, and thus their quantum lock was inactive allowing them to move. They weren't even able to look at each other without being locked, so it was a reasonable assumption.

But, it was only hypothesis, and they didn't actually know why, they could only guess based off of what the angels feel from him.

Oddly enough, he felt calming to the Silent Assassins. It was probably one of the reasons why the symbiosis was even possible.

So, with the silent pact, no pun intended, the angels were quickly moved to all of the planets that John had a presence on, for both of their benefit. Honestly, if Blacklight infested planets could be compared to a nuclear weapon in terms of arsenals, then a Blacklight/Silent Assassin infested planet could be compared to an antimatter bomb.

The most scary part was, that it all looked like ancient ruins or graveyards. Places that a weeping angel statue would not be out of place in. John had made it out so that normally uninhabitable planets had adopted a certain look to that not unlike human culture, even human culture from the eezo dependent culture of his past.

Here he had normal enough buildings, and played out a scene of a normal enough society. He even had prisons, with avatars acting as prisoners, and children running around. All of it had an ancient look about it, but there was no mistaking that it was indeed a technological society. They even had religion, too, where in a sense of irony they worshipped Home Trees, and the Home Trees were guarded by Weeping Angels.

The Silent Assassins were amused by the theatrics that their new ally had, while they were content with being patient and ever "watchful", standing as some of the best sentries that one could ever ask for. When they needed to eat, they ate, and when they were finished they returned to their post. Of course, the food was a little bland for their taste, but they didn't mind, for they were patient until the time that they could have the nice juicy steak and lobster that was sending someone back in time. But like any steak and lobster, John had told them, it was even better in moderation, than to have it all the time.

So, they could do it to their enemies, but the innocent was off limits. The innocent were not prey, he had explained, otherwise he would have eaten the angels outright, and where would they have been then? The angels were innocent to him - just a misguided child - and so were not prey. If he had preyed on innocent, though, if he were to devolve back into being a monster, then he would have just hunted them down for their genetic materials, and for extra biomass. Having shown some perspective to the angels, they finally understood. Didn't stop them from being a little vicious, though, which John didn't want them to.

John thought they were a lot like goblins in the Wizarding World, actually. Like goblins, they had shifted their viciousness to defensive, instead of offensive. It didn't matter that the goblins were clan concerers, and now bankers, while the angels were galactic conquerors and now protection for one of the most deadly beings in the known Sector. No, it didn't matter, because the analogy still worked.

A/N: So, a little bit of Weeping Angels. I tried to make it as believable as possible, as to why what happened had happened in the way it did. I probably made quite a few mistakes, so please point them out to me, otherwise I won't know they were made; I won't be able to improve if I don't know what to improve on.

Next chapter - off topic but my "x" key is going on the fritz - will probably be more Harry centric, as I've been neglecting what could be argued as the main plot line. For this chapter, and most other chapters pertaining to the other "Sectors" will most likely be little snippets to get the idea across that, yes, John had a presence in all of these other places and is ever-expanding. I will try to keep them short, and I will try to keep them in such a way that they don't distract from the main storyline - and I think they already have - but no promises.

Anyway, hoped you like this chapter, and please review because I love reading what you all wrote regarding my fics. They could be encouragement, flames, criticism (preferably constructive), thoughts, what you would like to see in the future, anything really (save for inappropriate things, but that goes without saying because we are all reasonably, mature people right?). I like reading them, so please review so that I can.