Here's chapter 12.

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Staring darkly down at a disassembled notebook, Harry found himself drifting in and out of memories, and memories within memories. It was a confusing thing, to experience a memory while experiencing a memory, but it was quickly becoming common to him.

Turning one of the loose pages over, he smiled when he stared upon a curvy and ancient script. Smiling ever larger, he turned his attention to a blank sheet of parchment and held his hand above it. Muttering softly, his palm glowed as pure energy radiated onto the parchment and burned arcane designs onto its surface.

With his eyes glowing softly, the young lord fell once more into a memory, and even then, into a memory within a memory.

A rather tired Harry Potter looked out upon the vast expanse of hell as he shifted slightly forward in his throne of black marble. He'd decided to rest upon the outlook balcony for the time being, and so far, he'd not had much rest. For his mind wouldn't slow down, nor would his eyes. Indeed, if one looked upon him, they would note that his eyes burned with a vivid light while his right hand idly stroked the carved skull beneath it. His left hand though, was held in front of his face. It was this hand that his eyes were focused entirely upon, or more specifically, he was focused on the talisman dangling between his fingers. It was a ruby, carved in the shape of an eye, with a pupil carved into the face of it. Only, this pupil was slanted like a cat's.

"I don't think this will quite convey the message we hope to send." Frowning slightly at his own words, Harry tossed the talisman and watched as it sailed over the balcony and into the rivers of fire below. His eyes having nothing better to focus on, latched onto his mother, or more specifically, her gloriously round arse. He found himself immensly grateful she hated clothing in all forms.

"What did you expect? That something you carved in three minutes would be what you were hoping for?" Lilith turned and stretched her leathery wings over her bare chest and snapped her tail between her legs to hide her most intimate of places. Though anyone could see the annoyance in the blazing eyes of the young lord, the smirk on his face made it clear he was enjoying the game.

"Actually I expected you to be over here on your knees with my cock down your throat while I was trying to work." His voice had shifted, grown far huskier than any eleven year old human would have been capable of. But to Lilith, she didn't hear something that shouldn't be possible, she heard her son telling her what it was he expected of her. And it made her heart pound within her chest.

"Oh really? Is that what you expect of your mother?" Grinning softly, she seemed ready to turn away again, that is, until her son spoke again.

"Of course it is. Well, first I'd expect you to drop the disguise and show your true self. I mean really, after seeing you earlier, this does absolutely nothing for me." Fighting the urge to grin, Lilith straightened her wings and tail and allowed her true beauty to be seen. Though only one was present to look upon her, it was the only one she'd ever want to see her in her full glory.

Vibrant red hair, brighter than any fire and seeming to defy gravity wafted around Lilith's head while framing the perfect diamond drop outline of her face and accenting her shockingly vibrant green eyes. A cute nose, thin lips with a dull pink tinge to them, and incredibly pale complexion set off the rest of her features. Her beauty was soft, yet sharp. Noble, yet humble. In short, the best of both worlds.

Moving down, full and very firm breasts cupped playfully in her slender hands, her thumbs running seductively across her perky nipples, perfectly taut belly with flaring hips, one leg crossed over the other, hiding her core, though from the shifting of her perfectly toned thighs, she was clearly running hot. To top off the perfect woman, perfectly toned calves and the feet of a ballerina. Yet still, there was more to her as she released the last of her disguises.

Her wings and tail flared with power, as did her forehead. With a soft giggle, she allowed her true features to emerge.

Twin horns curled from beneath her bangs and twisted towards the sky, they were jet black and not very thick, but they curled cutely around the sides of her head and the tips pointed towards the sky.

Two large leathery bat-like wings sprouted from her back and stretched outwards, a wingspan of nearly eleven feet.

Four tendrils of pure light sprouted from beneath her wings, two growing from either side of her spine, and seemung to twist and float gracefully of their own accord.

Then finally, her tail lengthened to a full seven feet and gained a spade shaped tip that was clearly sharp enough to slice through flesh with nary an effort.

"That's much better." Smirking to himself, Harry let his eyes trail hungrily over his mother's body as she sauntered towards him with swaying hips.

"Hardly fair if I don't get to see you." Grinning playfully, Lilith stroked her fingers along her son's face and recoiled slightly when his eyes flashed violet.

"I don't care very much about being fair. But, perhaps if you do a good job, and swallow every drop of your Lord's seed, maybe, just maybe, he'll fuck you in his true form." It had the desired effect. Lilith's eyes began to glow hungrily at the thought and she quickly dropped down to her knees before she began nuzzling into her son's groin.

With a twisted smile on his lips as his mother prepared for her task, Harry let his mind run over the previous events of earlier that day. After all, within hell, a demon could relive a lifetime in the blink of an eye.

A cold wind blew across the grounds of Hogwarts as Harry Potter looked out upon the great black lake.

"I am pleased to see that the old man took my warning to heart. Really, that letter was a good idea. Not one of my best, by any stretch of the imagination, but still, useful." The glowing emerald eyes of the young man seemed to sparkle as he thought back to the note he'd written and had "Hedwig" deliver to the headmaster.

"Headmaster,

I will be brief. Hogwarts is my home. By my right of birth as heir to the four, I am in complete control of the castle and her wards. And in addition, any contracts made concerning an individual and Hogwarts herself, are mine to use as I see fit.

Should you interfere in my affairs, I will consider the contracts between Hogwarts and every student and staff member to be forfeit. Thus, all within her walls shall lose their life energy as penalty.

Show me the proper respect, and in return, I will be fair to those around me.

This is your only warning,

Harold Slytherin"

"Mmm. Yes, memories serve as such wonderful sources of amusement when one thinks back upon their successes." The cold hissing accompanying each word seemed to reach out towards the lake and stir the waters. Though few could have noticed, the air seemed to grow far colder and drier the longer Harry remained rooted to the spot with his eyes gleaming.

"Talking to yourself Master?" A soft giggle accompanied the words and Harry smirked darkly as he didn't even have to turn around. Instead he merely extended his arms to the sides and chuckled when the Carrow twins quickly slipped into place. Hestia on his right, Flora on his left.

"Perhaps. After all, who better to give one advice, than oneself?" Sliding his hands low enough so they grazed the top of each girl's firm arse, Harry found himself content. That is until he spotted a pure white owl in the distance. Circling high above the trees, the owl seemed to turn towards him briefly, and then, vanished.

"Strange." Hestia's whisper faded upon the winds, though, both people present besides herself nodded in agreement.

"Indeed. Perhaps I should find out what the source of the disappearing act was." Even as he spoke, Harry reached out into the Ether and summoned his trident to him. Hovering a few inches above the ground with its head pointing towards the sky, the weapon glowed with emerald fire.

"Please don't go! We want some time with you, just the three of us." Flora's whimpering undertone cut through the air and brought about a large smile on the face of the rising Dark Lord.

"How about this then my pets? When I return from dealing with the goblins tomorrow, I shall tend to you both. But for tonight, I have business to attend." Smiling sadistically, the young lord gently squeezed both girls to him before he stepped away and began to fade.

"And to think people accuse me of dramatic exits." A giggling girlish voice assaulted Harry's ears as he landed gracefully in the throne room of his mother's realm. Almost immediately a cold snarl tore free from his lips.

"I'm here for answers mother. I need to know more about my heritage if I am to claim dominion over all creation." Though he was somewhat pressed for time, the young man couldn't quite keep his eyes from wandering over his mother's delicious body. Full womanly curves, sparkling eyes, a clear spark of divinity evident in the cut of her face, she was perfection.

"Oh very well. I suppose we will have to start at the beginning." Flicking her wrist, Lilith quickly dropped them both into a massive hall with four statues of white marble at the far end. Right before the portal sealed though, Harry's eyes spotted two black shadows ascending to the world of men.

"This way my son. Behold the origin of creation." Waving her hand, Lilith sighed when a massive statue rose from the floor. A great dragon, clearly a statue of a beast that would have been larger than Hogwarts itself in life. From snout to tail, the beast seemed to glitter with regality and power, even as a carving.

"Behold my beloved son, Magnus Pateran... the great father." Walking forward and wrapping an arm around her son's shoulders, Lilith let her body morph into the form of Lily Evans, lithe and nubile bookworm with eyes to die for. Leaning her head onto her son's shoulder she purred softly before she answered his unanswered question.

"Spiritually, he is your direct anscestor. For he was the direct father of my own parents. But to fully explain, we have to start with the beginning. Do you want to see visions, or speak of it?" Watching with a soft smile upon her face, Lilith nodded when her son closed his eyes and bowed his head in preparation.

"So be it." Reaching out one dainty hand, Lilith took her son's shoulder in a gentle embrace before she drew him into the Void. As the darkness overcame them both, an image began to form.

All creation lay dead. There was no life, there was no warmth, there was no cold, there was no light, nor was there dark. There was only death. As had happened countless times before, creation had expended itself too thin. War and battle ravaging everything as conflicting forces combated for the right to rule.

"Never again."

A rich and heavy voice seemed to echo from all corners of reality. Ripples in existance emenated from all places, the voice clearly energizing the ruins of creation.

"Will die... no more. Weary of pain."

The fabric of reality began to collapse into itself, there was no escape for creation itself as it began to fall into nothingness. Yet, as nothingness was born, there was more than there ever was.

"I am alive!"

From the circle of nothingness erupted a massive dragon. Scales of radiant emerald, eyes of molten ruby, a wingspan longer than one hundred feet, a maw of fangs, each seven foot long. The beast roared as creation took new form. Creation was now a single being. Magnus Pateran was born.

Eternities passed by as the Abyss took form, everything destroyed beyond recovery cast within. Then the Void was born, all remnants of past incarnations of reality contained inside, countless realms, dimensions, and galaxies swirling within. Then finally, Creation was reformed between the two. And within creation untold numbers of realms and dimensions were cast and forged.

"At last."

The gargantuan beast spoke as it lowered its head and erupted into a massive explosion of energy. A huge shadow rose from the explosion and formed into a beautiful man. An angel without wings, eyes of pure violet, flesh of snowy white, and hair of blackest night. The newly born creature spoke as he stepped forward and vanished into Creation.

"I am Darkness."

Two shadows erupted from where before Magnus Pateran stood and took form. Two beautiful women, vibrant red eyes, skin the color of milk, and golden hair. They spoke in sequence, the first and then the second.

"I am Light."

"I am Good."

Wrapping themselves in the embrace of each other, the two women faded just as a fourth and final shadow erupted. This one formed into a far different being.

A man, more terrible than could be put into words. Flesh as black as coal and dripping with oil, hair a sickly yellow and heavy with grease, eyes a disgusting pink with no visible difference between white, iris, or pupil in terms of color, and finally teeth all curved outwards and sharpened.

As he faded he too spoke three words.

"I am evil."

For eons upon eons, creation proceeded with little issue, though, the very fabric of existance itself always hummed in fear of a threat that had yet to fully realize itself.

Finally, after countless times passed, the confrontation came. Within the deepest depths of the true hells, Darkness sat upon his throne with his beloved brides curled into his cold embrace. Light sat upon his left side, and Good sat upon his right. Together, these powers three had ruled over creation with fair and just lordship... until their brother descended from the lesser hell with an army of monstrous abominations.

War waged for countless eons, each side throwing its all at the other. As this eternal battle waged ever on, something new within creation erupted. But more than one something, many somethings. The bones of the great dragon had fallen into the deepest reaches of the true hells, and had turned to ash. Ash that was gathered by a young demoness and sealed away.

This demoness knew that the war would soon shift, so she hid these ashes so that they could be used in the creation of the ultimate weapon. Her plan slowly came to fruition as a new existance of creation arose. The world of man. Though it had countless planes, and countless realms within, they all shared in common the fact that creatures of neither heavens nor hells resided within.

As with all things though, co-mingling was unavoidable. Both sides took an interest in this new existance, and the distraction was enough that evil was at last able to be struck down. Though, at a terrible price.

From one body, evil sprang outwards in seven new forms, as the last of the seven, Envy, raced back to the false hells, it struck down Light. And so the favored queen of Darkness shattered as well. From her broken form, countless warriors rose to fill the High Heavens, and five of these arose to guard the remains of their mother. They were called the Archangels.

Hearts heavy with grief, Good and Darkness both agreed on a plan to ensure their brother's ultimate defeat, and their sister's return. They called upon the demoness that had long scurried around the depths of hell, and gave unto her, the blessings of their parentage.

When this was done, Good ascended to the lesser heavens, often called simply Heaven, and entered into a deep sleep surrounded by servants born of her will.

Darkness on the other hand, broke himself apart into seven facets so that he might be able to ensure the rise of the ultimate weapon. The echo of his proper existence, took the ashes of the dragon's bones and from them gained form.

This echo would war with the facets of evil over countless eternities, within the worlds of men, and beyond.

The war waged on, but the demoness knew her task. She set about gaining power throughout the centuries, linking countless bloodlines into her own. Until finally the time was right, when she had at last attained all that was needed, she birthed forth a glorious child. And he would be named in the tongue of man, Harold Potter.

Finding himself drawn from his ruminitions by the feel of Lilith's velvety hand snaking up to undo the catch on his lower robes, Harry couldn't help but feel a small sense of twisted satisfaction come from knowing the truth about himself. Even if it was confusing, gaining knowledge was one of life's greatest pleasures. Not very high on the list when compared to what was happening now, but still higher up than many things.

"Mmm... Master..." Lilith's mouth twisted into a seductive smirk as she pulled the folds of his robes away and repeated herself. "Master..." The word was whispered breathily, as though afraid if she spoke too loud it might end the experience.

As things proceeded forward, Harry felt himself falling once more into memory, his body registered what was happening, but his mind couldn't care as he drifted back to his thoughts.

"I sense you are holding something back from me." Harry narrowed his eyes slightly as he and Lilith rose once more into the throne room. A dark aura circled around him as he watched her face closely.

"You are correct. There is something more that I need to show you."

As the last word faded away, an overwhelming dark presence appeared from the shadows and spilled out in an oily mass. The shadows began climbing atop themselves until standing nearly seven and a half foot tall.

"Hmm. Strange. I feel drawn forth." Harry shook his head at the voice of his mentor and briefly found himself wishing he had his serpents at his side. With a furrowed brow, he watched as the shadows took a physical form.

A seven foot, broad bodied being now stood there, clad in solid black armor with strips of cloth hanging from his waist, and a horned full face helmet staring with a menacing gaze.

"Harry Potter... my grandson." Reaching out a hand, the newcomer gripped the much shorter man's shoulder and gave a nod before bowing slightly.

"Forgive me, introductions. I believe you may have heard of me, if that fool Seer finished his work. I am Darkness, though, in my final attempt to stop my brother, I took another name. Sauron." The self proclaimed Sauron suddenly shrunk down to a respectable six foot tall and gained a lanky appearance as his armor fell away into robes of purest white draping around a man so beautiful he appeared otherworldly.

"Sauron? As in rings and elves and dwarfs?" Harry's dry voice brought a smile to the faces of the other two as they nodded in unison.

"I do not know why Apprentice, but I believe this individual is more than he appears." Fighting the urge to nod to the voice inside his head, Harry found himself startled when the man claiming to be Sauron reached out and somehow drew Andros from within his mind.

"My young friend, why hide away from me?"

The memory began to swirl together until it faded completely, both the memory, and the memory with the memory, leaving a rather weary Harry Potter staring down at his sketches and his rune schemes. He fought back the smirk as the waves of conversations he'd had lately replayed themselves in concert.

Glancing to his side, the young lord fought back a smile as he noted that he had enough time to visit Malfoy Manor once more and see if Lucius had turned up anything, and still have time to spare to get some sleep before his meeting with the goblins.

"We'll find if Lucius had any luck."