Disclaimer: This is a fan written work based on the works of J.K. Rowling. It might possibly also have some elements of a number of other works. There is no money being made from this, it is merely a work meant for the entertainment of myself and the masses. This is merely for fun, and no profit. I repeat: I am not making any money out of writing this.

Warning: OCs OOCs Sues, and some crack. You have been warned.

Note 1: AU.

Note 2: May refer to Lupin as Remus when the first werewolf is not around.

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FOUND

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chapter fifty-one

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Beijing was fun and all that, just as visiting with the family was enjoyable, but some good things must come to an end, and even though Moony and Sirius had international diplomatic immunity and citizenship status, their lovers didn't. Sirius and Moony had somehow been able to con Harry into paying for all the seats for one plane flight, leaving the whole airplane to themselves. It was a good thing too as Harry came to learn that his four companions planned on playing hide and seek while they flew back to England. It was a very tiring flight for Harry, he was never it, but he never had to hide either, what made the trip tiring was that Moony and Sirius set him up as base.

During the flight, Harry had also had to deal with knocked out pilots as all of the four's antics had actually caused the pilots, both of whom were hot blooded males, to faint due to blood loss, they had sported gysers of blood after watching Sirius and Liz go at it within the confines of the pilot's cabin. What a shocker that was, and Harry had to take over.

He'd never really flown an airplane before, which left him multitasking majorly, as he had to not only make sure that the plane was flying and not falling, he also had to read all the manuals and keep everything in order. What made it more tiring and trying was that hid being a god had actually slipped from his mind.

While Sirius, Moony, Liz, and Dora, enjoyed their flight filled with fun and laughter, Harry had to deal with the flying, the unconscious pilots and flight stewardesses, as well as the random thunder and lightning storm that somehow popped up along the way, as well as the hail storm that they had to pass through, and not to mention the meteor shower that Harry had to manuever the plane through. It was more like playing a computer game than flying a plane. It was in one word, Insane.

Harry had considered several time to simply radio in some help from the dementors but then realized that they were too far away and it would look suspicious if they all left the prison to aid him in his hours of need, the flight was that long.

It was having to deal with fifty wyrms that had been the worst of the worst case scenarios that came into play that Harry had to deal with. The first question that popped into his head was how the hell did wyrms of all things manage to get into Earth airspace, the things were huge, massive even, one alone was equivalent to a flight of dragons, but a flight of the things were equivalent to possibly the whole population of dragons of Earth.

-This is your captain speaking...err...MOONY AND SIRIUS REPORT TO THE PILOT'S CABIN IMMEDIATELY!!! Thank you.- was what Harry's voice said over the intercom.

Sirius stumbled all over the economy class cabin to retrieve all of his clothes before running full speed to the pilot's cabin, meeting up with Moony on the way, Dora and Liz hot on their heels. Harry sounded really panicked on the PA system, and a panicked supreme being was a cataclysmic thing, bordering on the end of days, far worse than armagedon even.

When the quartet arrived, they saw that Harry had already shifted to his Yori persona guise and garb.

"W-what's up Yori?" Moony asked.

"Trouble, the armagedon, end of days type of trouble," Harry said, while affixing blades and an assortment of weapons to his body, "I have installed a number of weapons onto and into the plane, I need two people to pilot the thing, and everyone else to man the cannons and send the wyrms back to Aetas."

"Wyrms?" Liz asked, "What in blazes are Wyrms?"

"Think of a really big dragon, a big and bloated dragon, its a big ass hell dragon, minus a few things that are not all that important," Harry exaplined, "If you look out the windows you'll see a whole flight of the blighters, not one of my greatest creations, but there had to be something that could cause problems in the skies."

"In short we're more screwed than royally screwed," Moony said, "Right?"

"Bingo," Harry said, "So get some pilots, and get all the stewardesses to man the cannons, while I get up on top of this boat and deal some transportal damage to the beasts."

"What are the magical properties of these things?" Moony asked out of the blue just as Harry was leaving the compartment.

"Extremely resistant to magic, Merlin would have a hard time denting their hide," Harry said, refering to his son the God of Magic, "You'd have an easier time slaying a hundred basilisks with insta-kill eyes than killing these things. Just use the cannons, their rounds will send these things back from whence they came which probably has a high conentration of dragons."

"So why not use fiendfyre on the things? Or dragons's fire?" Moony asked.

"Its not the fire that they're weak to, its all in the claws," Harry said, "But even with all the dragons of Earth...no way, and I can't use my godly gifts on these things."

"Why not?" Sirius asked.

"That's one of the restrictions I placed on myself a long long long time ago, difficult to explain," Harry said, "Now get to it already, we're running out of time, and this plane has no more autopilot. The cannons are just like video game guns, good luck!"

With that Harry jumped up and phased through the plan ending up on the roof, grabbed hold of two rocket launcher and filled them with transportation magic and let loose the rockets. The rockets along with all other ammunition that would be fired at the wyrms were charged with the power of space and time travel, which would send the wyrms back to where they belong, as they were pillars of Aetas in a way. They were the leviathans of the sky, the biggest things flying in the skies. They were guardians, and keys to some of the mysteries of Aetas themselves, which was the real reason why Harry couldn't just think or wish them back to his world.

The only real reason that he could come up with for their being in Earth was due to some turmoil that was going on in Aetas, turmoil, chaos, and the like due to his handing over control of the world to all of his children, while still being in control of Time as that was the one thing that he would not leave to his children.

Of all the elements of Aetas, there were six primal elements, those of Earth, Fire, Wind, Water, Light, and Darkness. Each one of these primal elements had a lock, key, guardian, and pillar. The Pillar of the Primal Elements were the creatures which held up order and stability in the world of Aetas. While the Lock and Key were the objects or creatures which secured chaos in place. The Guardian was actually a First race with six subraces, their job was to safeguard the keys to the locks, and make sure that the Pillars didn't become endangered species.

With the Pillar of Wind or Air in Earth, that meant that things were not going so well in Aetas, somethng which even though Harry didn't want to do it, had to do something about it as he couldn't have the blasted wyrms on Earth.

Such a displacement of such a creature was something that could only have happened if the gods of the air, the skies, and other such things were not meshing well with one another. Not something which Harry could really fix as it was their problem, but actually having the Wyrms on Earth was something he could not ignore. Their very presence could shatter the very fabric of reality of Earth, something which Harry could not afford, which was why he needed to send the blasted things back to Aetas, all one hundred one of them.

Little did Harry know that the presence of the beasts was an attempt made his children and grandchildren to get him to return to babying them, as they had found that all that responsibility was waaay tooo much for them to handle. They had been trying their hand at it, but even after a few days of trying their hardest, they were still unable to prevent somethings from getting out of hand.

One would think that they would have already grasped the concept of to think is to create like Neville had, but unfortunately they hadn't really thought of it or thought much about some of their father's teachings other than how to use their powers minimally.

As Harry lauched attack after attack at the humongous things, they paid him little mind, but when the cannons of the plane began their bombardment, that was when the things started to try and attack the small, compared to them, plane.

Sirius and Moony had somehow been able to revive and heal the pilots and briefed them on the situation, at first they were skeptical on the existence of such things as magic, but after seeing the massively massive creatures that were trying to take out the plane, they believed that Mary Poppins was a real nanny, and Alice really did become queen of Wonderland.

The magically charged ammo didn't work at the first hit, it took several shots for the things to send the beasts back to their world. Small tears in the barrier in space and time which separated Earth from Aetas formed around the beasts that were successfully sent back to their world. It was a troubling sight, while at the same time really began to irk Harry as he had run out of ammo, and decided to personally send the things home via his own blades. Slashing open tears and kicking the enormous things through the tears.

Each one that he kicked also served as a launch pad for him as he attacked another of the beasts. He was like a pinball ball, ricocheting all over the place. His attacks serving as a buffer zone between the massive claws, paws, and jaws of the beasts. A hundred and one of the things was really a sight to behold, a really doomsday type of sight to behold.

A passagenger plane was never meant to fly in the conditions that they were flying in, dodging tails, and other body parts was really hard, but somehow the plane's pilots managed it just fine.

"This is insane Mister Lupin!" one pilot shouted from within the cockpit, "They're likely to still be around fifty of the things!"

"We're doing the best we can captain, but everytime we send one back, another one takes its place!" Moony shouted into the radio which they had been provided.

"Moony! I saw another seventeen pop out of some kind of wormhole!!!" Sirius shouted via the radio, his post was at the tail end of the plane, while Moony's was closer to the cockpit.

'Just keep firing! I'm going to mutilate the idiots that are sending these creatures to this world!!!!' Harry mentally shouted into all of their minds, after finally realizing the actual scope of the situation they were in.

He had watched one of the tears in the fabric of reality, in the barrier, ones that were not created by him, and some that were maintained their existence, and through them he saw his family, children and grandchildren for once actually working as one cohesive unit. Sending the Pillars of Wind into Earth, just to get his attentions and try and fool him into babying them again, taking back the responsibilities which he had finally laid on their shoulders. Responsibilities which he was confident that they could manage without his help. Apparently they needed to be sent to work at the temples again.

He really wished he had created a wife for himself, a mother for all those himself-forsaken children, but noooo he had to be a kid and want to do everything on his own. Himself, it was soo frustrating when such things bite you in the ass.

His attacks became more erratic and fluid at the same time as time wore on.

But when he saw the plane get hit almost crushed on all sides by a number of the wyrms suddenly appearing. He lost all patience. It was go time, it was time to do nuts, truly, madly, and deeply, nuts.

Within the plane the three magicals on board held out their wands and put up the strongest shields they had ever made, to keep their plane in one piece. Afterwards they heard a roar of fury from outside the craft. It sounded like the primal roar of fury from some primeval demonic entity.

"Those pathetic cretins," Metus said suddenly appearing beside Moony, "Nice to see you again Moony."

"What are you doing here Metus?" Moony asked the God of Fear.

"I still administrative duties in Vieux Ville, which is how I'm here," Metus said, "Though I am far weaker than I was in the past."

"Yes, yes, but what are you doing here?" Moony asked.

"I'm making sure that this plane does not get squished or crashes," Metus said, "I am also making sure that father does not group me in with those idiots I call family, Furor is outside sending the Pillars of Wind back to our world, counteracting the powers of the combined might of he Wind and Air forces."

"Wind and Air forces?" Sirius asked from the other side of Metus.

"They're the gods and goddesses whose powers and responsibilities are closely tied to the Wind and Air, wind also referring to motion and air to stationary, stability, and other such things that are at rest," Metus explained, "There are a bunch of other things, but those are the simpler ones and the first things that come to mind."

"What..uhm...group do you belong to?" Dora asked from behind the god, her wand still pointing outward.

"I'm more of an Earth, ground, soil, solid, type of god," Metus said, "The definitions of the classifications and categorizations are a bit difficult for even myself to explain."

"Okeeey..." Dora said.

"So...what's going to happen now?" Liz asked from the floor where she had curled into the foetal position.

Before Metus could even open his mouth to ask, they all felt the plane shake, as a shockwave shook the craft and a sonic boom blasted in the background.

On the outside Harry had literally gone ballistic, he not only really roared but also dropped all of his limiters and limitations. Time warped around him as he kicked and threw all the wyrms back to his world in quick succession. While also force reincarnating his family, turning almost all of them mortal. One lifetime worth of mortality, different races the whole lot of them. If they couldn't handle the responsibilities of being a god them maybe they should experience being mortals again, and for some for the first time.

Forced Reincanation in this sense was the locking of all godly powers, and shoving their souls into mortal bodies, while their godly ones were put in the freezer so to speak and they would be able to reinhabit their immortal shells once their mortal lives were up. It was a form of punishment that Harry had come up with when some of his elder children decided to not perform their duties, as minimal as they had been during that time. It got them to take their roles seriously, one of which had been Metus, and Furor had experienced something like it already.

"Sh-shit.." Metus cursed under his breath.

"S'up pops?" Furor asked, suddenly appearing within the plane now that his grandfather had gone nuts.

"Yeah, s'up Metus?" Moony asked.

"Gods can curse?" Liz said.

"Yea, didn't you hear Yu Di curse up a storm the other day when he lost to Moony at poker?" Dora said.

"Oh, yeah," Liz said, recalling the colorful language.

"Well...father is retaking responsibility of his world...and force reincarnating almost the whole family," Metus said.

"N-no shit...seriously? Pops, that's not funny, not in the slightest," Furor said, his eyes having grown wide in fear.

"Drop dead serious," Metus said, "I expereinced it once already, and you have to as well, in a way."

"I know...and while it was an enjoyable experience, there are just somethings that...I don't want to experience the real thing," Furor admitted.

"What is this forced reincarnation you two are talking about?" Liz asked.

"Its the harshest punishment that father will enact," Metus explained, "I'm sure you are familiar with the concept and practice of reincarnation. Now imagine a god or goddess being stripped of his or her immortality and powers, and turned into a mortal. Forced to live one mortal lifetime as a mortal. Depending on the circumstances, one may or may not keep their memories. Their immortal body is put on ice so to speak, and their powers are returned to father, their memories are either sealed up or something."

"I think that they're keeping their memories, some of them, but not all of them," Furor said, "Probably that they once had the power to change the world, and some of this and some of that."

"So..they've gone from being somebodies to nobodies, huh," Liz said.

"Something like that..hopefully they learn their lesson lest they have to repeat their life sentences..." Metus said, cringing at the thought, and for the God of Fear to cringe meant it was really something bad.

"Father calm down," Furor said, "He wont punish you, you've been doing your job, so have I, and we've been trying to get the others to take their jobs seriously."

"Yes, yes, but still..remembering my experience..." Metus said, "There is a reason Insomnia is who he is."

"There really is a mythological reason why insomnia called that?" a flight stewardess asked, the whole crew had been told a summarized version of things.

"Yup," Furor said, "Just as how Dante's Inferno is incredibly close ot one of the truths."

"Shut up about your uncle Dante, Furor, go check up top if everything's all right in this world again," Metus said.

"Dante of Dante's Inferno is one of you?" Liz asked.

"Yeah, he's the God of the Inferno, the Inferno being one kind of afterlife," Metus said.

"So those levels or pits are real?" Liz asked.

"Yeah," Metus said, "But truthfully, there are more than just that one. Every religion has one, just as every belief also has one. Hell still depends on individual views sometimes. But in Aetas we've got twenty-seven different kind or classes. The Inferno being only one of them, number twenty, I believe."

"Amazing, you should probably write up a theology book or something," another flight stewardess said.

"I have!" Metus said, "But not that many people are that interested in reading such things."

"I know," Furor said grinning having returned from his errand.

"Shut your trap about your book series," Metus said, "Now, report."

"Grandfather is still at it," Furor said, "I never knew that there were so many of us. They're sending over the other Pillars just to try and distract him while they attempt to do their jobs or something. Its not really stalling him as much as its pissing him off."

"How bad are things out there?" Moony asked.

"Bad, very very bad," Furor said shuddering, he had seen a crazed look in Harry's eyes. Harry had changed from his fun loving Yori form back to his god form, his regular form. But had deaged himself back to when he was just a kid, and seeing so much negativity, bordering on hate, in the eyes of a child..Furor couldn't take it, and fled back into the safety of the craft.

"Furor, get a hold of yourself," Metus said grabbing onto his son's shoulders and shaking him back to reality, and out of his memories, "What did you see?"

"He's close to..." Furor started to say, but dared not continue.

"Close to what son, I know you can say it," Metus said, "I need to hear it, please."

"He....He's....He's close to...shattering the reality of home," the last part Furor said in whisper, but was clear enough for Metus to hear, and the color visibly draining from his face, the barrier he had put up around the craft faltering for but a moment, but it was enough for Moony and the rest to realize the gravity of the situation they were in.

Furor had never been so afraid in all his life, he had never seen his father the God of Fear, Master of Fear himself shake in fear, not abject terror, but unbridled fear. Fear coursing through his veins, and being amplified by his subconscious.

"F-father...calm d-down..p-please..you're scaring me.." Furor pleaded, feeling like a little boy again, "Please..father...I'm scared."

Not only had his voice shrunk, but Furor visibly deaged right before their very eyes, taking on the appearance of a truly scared child. One in desperate need of reassurance from one of the strongest people in his life, his father.

"Metus," Moony said trying to get the god out of his funk, "Metus."

"Yo! Metus!" Sirius tried to help.

"METUS!!" Dora and Liz shouted in his ears.

"H-Huh? What?" Metus said snapping out of it.

"F-father..I..I'm scared.." Furor said once again, close to tears as he rocked back and forth on the floor, his arms around his legs, holding them close to his body.

"I...shh...I'm here...everything will be alright...shh...I promise," Metus said as he hugged his son close to him, "And a god always keeps his promises, always. So dry your eyes, shh."

"Metus..." Moony said, "Aetas is still out there...that's part of why your son is scared I believe."

"I know..." Metus standing up, with Furor in the form of a child in his arms, a five year old child to be exact, "Could one of you look after him. I need to snap my own father out of his funk."

While there were supposed to be no gods below grandchild status, there were a few exceptions to the rule, but that little tidbit has nothing to do with what was happening in the skies above the clouds above Europe.

"I'll take him," a new feminine voice entered the conversation, it belonged to a woman clothed in white cloth robes, with a sword and scales hanging from a cloth belt around her waist.

"J-Justitia..here," Metus said as he handed his son over to his wife, his wife that was the Roman Goddess of Justice, and was expressly forbidden by Jupiter from interacting with mortals and Metus for some reason. They had a semi-forbidden romance and relationship.

"I'll watch over him Metus, even though I haven't been much of a mother," she told her love.

"S'okay...he understands, and you're here now anyway," Metus said, then jumped up and phased through the body of the craft appearing on top of the thing, while his wife took over protecting the ship, which was actually against the rules of the Roman pantheon, and she would surely be exiled by Jupiter by her breaking of the rules. Not that she minded as much, since her own child needed her.

"FATHER!!!" Metus screamed as he stood on the roof of the plane, his godly powers forming a visible aura around his very being, the force unleashed powerful enough to kncok away the clouds from miles around, Making the night sky visible even in the most polluted of cities for the longest time.

His scaream was heard even within the craft he stood on, and echoed all the way back to his homeworld of Aetas. A scream so powerful that even the mortals of Aetas were able to hear it.

But it was not powerful enough to reach Harry. He was too far gone into his rage induced state, and continued to brutally send his family members through forced reincarnation, but he still only applied to theose that deserved it that was all the rationality which remained. The rest of his mind, or his rationality was clouded by his disappointment, rage, and depression.

"FATHER!!!" Metus screamed a second time, pouring his power into his voice, magnifying it a hundred fold, it would have been defeaning had it been screamed somewhere else, but the wide open space of the atmosphere was enough to make sure that the people on the ground wouldn't go deaf, and the people in the craft were protected by Justitia. His second scream was still not enough to get his father out from the cloud of violence he was in.

#*~flashback~*#

"What's wrong Metus?" Harry had asked his son, when he was staying in one of his son's temples, pretending to be a priest. It was easy to tell that he was a priest for no priest of Fear would dare call their god by just his name.

"F-Father?" Metus asked, just to be sure.

"Who else would call you such, within your own temple no less? Hmm? No one but I of course," Harry said, "Now tell me what troubles you, my son."

Harry got down from the ledge he had been sitting on as he saw Metus walk through the hallway, then held his son, wrapping him with his arms in a hug.

"Tis not everyday that I sense the most fearless of my children feel fear, tell me what is wrong, and I'll see if I can make things better, hmm," Harry said, his voice soothing and calm.

"One of my worshipper asked for something, and I don't think I can do it..I want to but everytime...I can't do it," the young Metus told, sobbing a little, his father, "Try as I might, I just can't, I'll never be able to do it, I've tried everything."

"Try and try again, remember, I taught you this lesson once before, you and your brothers Insensatus and Somnium," Harry said, "Now whatever it is that you need or even just want to do can be accomplished rather easily."

"For you maybe, its impossible, I can't do it," Metus said.

"For me? Why me? Am I the God of Fear?" Harry asked, teasingly.

"Well..no..but I still can't do it! I've tried and I've tried!" Metus said, "If I don't do it I might lose some followers..."

"Such lack of confidence is unbecoming of one of my sons," Harry said, "I know you can do it, all you need to do is believe in yourself."

"Like your 'to think is to create' principle?" Metus asked.

"Yes, but for this, it is more your belief in your ability," Harry said, "Now get out of your funk and create that miracle, I'll make sure that Quies knows of your little project."

"Oh..yeah..I forgot to ask her for help..hehe," Metus said, sheepishly.

"Forgot? Really now Metus, you're the worse liar amongst your siblings, you couldn't lie to save your life," Harry said amusedly, "The truth now."

"I know you said to ask for help...but she's younger than me..its embarassing, and I really did forget," he said indignantly, but out of his little funk.

"Hahaha, if you say so son," Harry said, then patted his son afectionately on the head, "Now, go perform that miracle of yours, I can sense that Insomnia still hasn't gotten any sleep again. Rember to believe in yourself, not just in your ability, but in yourself. I'm sure that you'll be able to get me out of whatever funk I might be in in the future if you do."

"Funk? But father, you're always happy, how can you get into some kind of funk or something?" Metus asked before his father left to scold his younger brother.

"I'll tell you a secret," Harry moved closer to his son, kneeling on the floor as his son was still that small, and while he occassionally took the form of a child, mostly looked like an adult when interacting with his children in such a way, as they needed him to look a certain way, and thought of him in a certain way, and whispered in his ear, "I can feel other feelings too. Not only happiness, but saddness too, disappointment, depression, anger even, or hmm...what else...Ah, and also pride," he then stood up and ruffled his son's hair and made to leave, "Now go perform that miracle and do me proud."

#*~flashback end~*#

A memory of his childhood, from the times when he and his siblings were actually, visibly, and obviously treated as children by their father.

'Believe in yourself Metus,' he thought to himself, forcing himself to believe that he would be able to reach his father.

"FATHER!!!" Metus screamed using most of his power all in one go, powering his scream to such a degree that should his father not hear him, he would personally beat the living immortality out of his father, that was how powerful his belief was, for it not to be enough would truly be devastating, as it would mean that his father had lied to him all those years ago.

Harry did hear, his head whipping in the direction of Metus. His power instantly sealed as he force reincarnated the remaining members of his family that deserved the life lesson in that one moment. He then dropped down on the roof of the plane, slowly his negative emotions ebbing away as he processed the concern and fear in his son's voice. He had worried his son, frightened his child, and the rest of his children. He had also hurt a few of them, but part of that they deserved and there was no reason for forgiveness to be brought into it, but he had gone to far on a lot of them. But what was done was done, and he would not break some of his own personal rules to make himself feel better. That would be selfish, and it would not be quite a good example to set infront of one of his sons.

"S-sorry about shouting at you," Metus whispered, exhausted from using such a massive concentration of his personal power, "But there was no other way."

Instead of morphing back to his fourteen year old body, he shifted to his early seventies body.

"It is I who should apologize, that I was unable to reel in my own emotions," Harry said, "I am sorry my son, my sons and daughter, and grandchildren."

All of which he said mentally and personally to all of his descendants, the immortal and affected ones anyway. He was heard and unanimously forgiven.

"S'alright...hehe," Metus said, slumping down in exhaustion.

"Next time, use less power, your belief would have been enough you know," Harry said as he approached his son, and phased the two of them back into the cabin of the craft where the group of mortals were waiting along with the two other immortals.

"Damn Aetas, that was some show," Sirius said, still awed, shocked, and in a way in fear.

"How is Furor faring?" Harry asked.

Only upon hearing his voice did Dora and Liz realize that Harry looked like an old man, a healthy but still old man.

"Why do you look so old?" Liz asked him.

"Because that is what is needed at this time," Harry replied.

"He is sleeping now," Justitia said, "It has been a long time since I have held him sleeping in my arms."

"At least you finally visited," Harry said, "Will you be staying long?"

"I believe I have been exiled due to my actions today, and no you will not be talking to Jupiter about it," she told her father-in-law, "I made my decision, and I believe that I should stay with my family."

"Oh alright," Harry conceeded, "Metus, inform the remaining immortals that you are all on vacation. It would be unfair if you had to continue doing your jobs while the rest are not at their posts."

"Uh...I don't really mind doing my job ya know," Metus said, even while sounding a little tired and sprawled in the middle of the aisle as he was.

"Just do it Metus," Harry ordered his son, "I've been running reality for far longer than Tilata, Viluppo, and Satus have been running the show for Order, Chaos, and Limitations. I think I can handle a few life times worth of running things. Now get hop to it."

"Alright alright no need to shout," Metus said and tried to get up from the floor.

"Metus, dear," Justitia said, "Are you a god or not?"

"Haha can't get up! Haha!" Sirius teased the god, then fell flat on his face.

"Haha fell on the floor!" Moony said laughing, as he was the one that made Sirius fall.

"Metus," Justitia said, reminding her husband that he had a job to do.

"Oh, yeah.." Metus did his informing job, and closed his eyes and went to sleep on the floor.

"Hahaha," Harry laughed, "Finally he remembered how to do that."

"Do what?" Dora asked.

"Sent the message to the rest of the remaining immortals of the family," Harry said, "As a higher power, Metus has the power to do anything, but his speciality is anything to do with fear. By just thinking it, he informed everyone that needed informing about my retaking the reigns even just for a little while. Simple."

"Like instantly uploading the information in everyone's brains?" Liz said.

"Computers are cool," Harry said, sat on the arm rest of a seat, then took out a laptop and proceeded to play Super Text Twist, the Magical Version

"He's like a really old kid," Dora stated.

"You're only realizing that now?" Metus asked from the floor, "I can't believe you want to be an auror."

"Well, I'm rethinking my career options right now," she said.

"The Vieux Ville Museum needs another tour guide, want the job?" Metus asked, "Normally Furor fills in for that, but recently there have been a few more vacancies, due to stuff."

"Stuff?" Dora and Liz asked, as they believed a god would have a wider range of vocabulary than just stuff.

"Yeah, but anyways, want the job?" Metus asked again.

"Err...I dunno anything about museums and tours and stuff," Dora said, "How am I qualified for something like that?"

"You're more than qualified," Metus said, "Just being a metamorphmagus is qualification enough."

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

"You'll get training, and being a Metamorph will allow you to get to places regular employees aren't able to," Metus said.

"Like where?" she asked.

"My office," he said, "The monsters of the tower wont bother you if you make yourself look like me, no one would normally dare to impersonate me."

"Uhm...ok...but what about the information I'll be dishing out?"

"That's kid's stuff," she heard Harry say, "Go on some tours, go through training, listen to stories, and go to the library. Metus?"

"Yes, we have updated the library," Metus said in reply to the unasked question.

"Do I need to know French?" she asked remembering where the city-state was located.

"Not really," Metus said, "But if you want I'm sure I can find you a tutor, we've got a multi-language spell thingy set up across and around the place, so communications isn't really much of a problem."

"If you wanna know about benefits, just know that I'll be there some of the time, as I've got a house there," Moony told her.

"R-really?"

"Yeah, he seriously has a house there," Sirius said, his face still firmly facing the floor, "Moony get this sticking charm off me!"

"No shouting, you'll wake Furor," Justitia said as she silenced Sirius with a wave of her hand.

"Cool," Sirius mouthed, not that anyone saw.

"Cool," Moony, Dora, and Liz, said.

"Tis a necessary skill taught to all higher powers that have children," Harry said from his sitting position still playing his game, "Not that I ever needed it, I was a kid making kids without any help."

"I don't even want to think about how that came about," Moony said, while Metus' brain stopped functioning or a good thiry seconds.

"I don't want to hear that part of this conversation ever again. Somone obliviate me," Metus said.

"Is that even possible?" Dora asked.

"Obliviate?" Liz asked.

"Think of it as a memory wipe," Harry said, "Thanks Dora, that was the word I was looking for."

"Can someone answer my question, cause I know how to cast that spell," Dora said.

"No," Justitia and Harry said at the same time.

"C'mon," Metus said, then whined, "Just this one time, please."

"Metus," Harry said.

"Yes, sir?" he asked, still on the floor.

"Go to sleep," Harry said, lacing the last word with a little bit of power.

"Zzzz...Zzzz...Zzz," Metus had instantly succumbed to sleep.

Someone amongst the plane crew raised his hand.

"Yes, pilot number one," Harry said, not looking up from his game.

"Who's flying the plane?" the captain of the plane asked curiously.

"Crap..." Harry said.

#

Harry teleported the plane over their landing site, and when the plane crashed, everyone blamed the state o the ship on aliens from outer space, trying to take over the world. The media had to be suppressed, and the story had to be kept secret. The crew members and passengers were given awards for this and that, like saving the world, or something like that. Technically they were attacked by aliens, but the authorities really didn't need to know that or where they had come from, or the other crazy things that had happened. But the story was the closest to the truth that anyone was able to tell.

Harry was once again away from the lime light, as he had hid jumped ship right before the plane crash landed on tarmac. He didn't really want to become a celebrity.

The rest were treated as such, and the public was fed some story about terrorists and the crew and passengers were able to fight them off somehow. There were the questions about the other passengers, and the bodies of the dead terrorists. Such questons were answered by the authorities claiming that the other passengers had been dropped off somewhere and sometime before the plane crashed, and were being retrieved as they spoke. Along with other such things. While the bodies of the terrorists had been amongst some of the things that had been destroyed on the way down. The plane really looked like a mess, and if a particularly strong wind were to hit it, it would fall to pieces, including the black box. Which is precisely what Metus did. He sent a particularly strong gust of wind which shttered the craft.

He was then named an honorary Marauder by Padfoot and Moony for that one little act.

Of course he was slapped around by his wife after she found out that it was him that did it. As were Padfoot and Moony, as they had been party to the tradgedy. Dora and Liz were just madthat they weren't included in the thing.

"Get moving," Harry called out from outside the Chinese Embassy where they were forced to stay for a day or two after getting back.

"Coming, coming," Moony and Sirius said, as Dora and Liz were already waiting for them with Harry.

"So..how we gonna get to wherever?" Moony asked Harry.

"I'm driving us," Harry replied, looking twenty-seven.

"Do you even know how to drive?" Liz asked, as she knew that he had never flown a plane before the incident with the plane.

"I know how to drive a car, don't worry about it," Harry said.

"Where is it then?" Liz asked.

"Across the street," Harry said then pointed out the car.

It was a stretch limo, and it was blindingly pink, which was probably why Metus and family had left earlier.

"Its bright pink!" Moony, Sirius, and Liz exclaimed in surprise and shock.

"Cool!" Dora said, giddily, "Can we go now? I've got to introduce Moony to my parents!"

"Let's go then," Harry said as he crossed the street just as two speeding cars passed in front of the mortals.

"Aetas!"

"Lookout!"

They watched as time seemed to slow down, and the cars passed right through Harry's intangible body, causing the two cars to slow down just as time seemed to speed back up.

"Are you coming or what?" Harry asked from the otherside, as if nothing had happend.

"Nothing!" Moony and Sirius shouted, having gotten used to such things happening around Harry, like the T-rex that ate shoes and socks, and ties, and toothbrushes.

Dora and Moony were dropped off at the Tonks' place, while Sirius was dropped off at Grimauld Place, and finally Liz was dropped off at her house just as her husband arrived as well, and she watched him play tongue twister with his lover.

"Well shit," Liz said.

"Technically as you're the one that caught him, and not he you, you could file for divorce, and sue him for adultery, and claim my classmate," Harry supplied, "If you need a lawyer, I know several."

"Sure, you got a card?" Liz asked.

"Here," Harry said as he handed over a deck of cards.

"I meant business cards, not playing cards," she said.

"Those playing cards double as business cards, the ones I was given were kind of boring, so I changed them into playing cards," Harry explained, "Have fun."

"Thanks," she said.

"You're welcome, I'll see you at the Cup, I'll send your ticket over b phoenix," Harry said before driving away.

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He was screwed, and he knew it. The benefits did outweight the downsides of being Harry's friend. But that didn't mean that the downsides were tolerable all the time. Most especially when some of them included him having to fight off the Pillars of Fire as Harry would later tell him what they were.

Sure he rescued the Alley from balls of fire that grew in size every few minutes, and when big enough actually blew up.

The denizens of the particular Alley that he was visiting at the time, were able to witness Neville in all his heroic glory. He had wandlessly coated himself in flame resistant armor, and summoned from his family vault the Sword of Longbottom a family heirloom. It was a unique sword, mostly because it had been crafted by dwarves and not goblins, but goblins would pay any price to own it, or even touch it, but the Dwarves had placed seals on the metal before and after melting it down which made sure that no goblin would ever be able to hold it for more than a split second, lest they lose something which should not be lost, especially in public.

He had also equipped himself with the Shield of Fire, another family heirloom whose origin was unknown, it was able to absorb fire, and there were some artificers and historians which speculated that it could absorb the fire of the sun, but no one dared to give it a try.

He cut the Bombs in half, most of the blasted things reminding Neville of a game that he had read about when he was bored waiting for his mother to buy her books from a mundane bookstore.

The only thing that was missing was a dragon mount, but the possibility of that happening was very slim, and Neville doubted that a dragon would have even fit in the Alley anyway, which was why he didn't try conjuring or transfiguring something into one.

After cutting the Bombs to pieces, he had to deal with one really big one. The smaller ones looked like mere balls of fire compared to this balloon like one, with its big beady eyes, and crooked pumpkin grin.

It wasn't a pretty sight and every second Neville hesitated in cutting it to shreds, it expanded. He hesitated because some the smaller ones had blown up in his face when he cut them, and the explosions hurt. The fire damage was painful even though his armor and shield protected him from the flames themselves, but having to deal with the big ass heck one was a different matter entirely.

It was only when he saw a little red headed girl curled into a ball underneath the thing that he decided to act.

'To think is to bloody create!' Neville thought to himself, as he ran, discarding his shield, and sword, and putting as much magic as he could into his arm and fist, he sent his fist flying straight at the thing, sending it flying high into the air, and over to wherever Harry was, 'Would serve the blighter right if it blows up in his face..I know its his fault..it usually is.'

When it was all over was when he finally realized that he had another heroic deed under his belt, and that either Fate and Destiny or their father just loved screwing with him or screwing him over.

While the people cheered his name, hoisted him up on their shoulders, and the like, he couldn't help thinking about how satisfying it would be to wring Harry's neck. But at the same time enjoying his spot in the lime light, he just hoped his parents wouldn't freak out and cover him in that weird cottony armor they had concocted one night and dressed him up as a marshmallow man.

Apparently the Marauders weren't the only pranksters during his parents' Hogwarts days.