I didn't have the impetus to make this a long arc – so this is the end of this arc in a few words.

Around the Multiverse for Fun and Profit, Part 3C

Harry Potter AU

"The Lone Traveler: Originally a Mortal Human Wizard and dimensional traveler, this being ascended to Godhood as a reward for services to the Creator. Very often arrives and leaves using a spectacular aura of blue light. His Divine name is Marek Ilumian, Fury of the Light, a Minor God of Knowledge and Travel and Patron God of Free Will. His appearance normally associated with preventing apocalypses or helping to ensure Free Will can be exercised by mortals. All assistance should be rendered when he appears. Does have a mischievous streak, especially when accompanied by a Goddess from another dimension who appears as a small innocent girl."

Rupert Giles Watcher's Diaries, 27 September, 2000

Harry and Danae enjoyed their stay at 10 Downing. The Prime Minister had gotten up early and made his way to the Queen's residence to consult on the matters they had discussed.

This left the two with not much to do. As a result, they decided to travel about and check out this world. Harry left his "phone number" with the staff – his conjured phone would receive the call no matter where he was.

One of the first things they did was to check to see if there was anyone who had been forced to marry someone not of their choosing. Harry considered. "Let's check out … the Flint residence."

Marcus Flint was a pureblood and Harry knew that in his own world he would have been the type to take advantage of this. He didn't know if the man had survived but they had nothing better to do.

The two deities went around and checked a very large number of Pureblood homes. While the numbers were few, there were several Muggleborns languishing in servitude. Being gods, they weren't limited to the time construction of the world – or at least they weren't with Harry's ability to move in space and time at will.

"Okay. So that's twenty we found. What do you think I should do?" he asked his young-seeming companion.

Aphrael was not the cute, innocent being she portrayed herself to be. "Castration."

Harry actually considered that for a moment. "Well, if they all of a sudden got castrated for no obvious reason, even the idiots would look for reasons why." He thought for a long moment. "However … perhaps you could help me?"

She looked at Harry and said, "What do you have in mind?"

It took a few hours (for them) – even if the mortals perceived it all happening at once. For each visit, Harry would take the two back in time so that each incident occurred simultaneously.


Katie Bell experienced the typical rescue that her and her fellow "Ministry-Enforced Spouses" lived through.

Katie was in the bedroom of the mansion she lived in – though she had little choice in where she was. The magic that was used to enforce the law made her a virtual slave.

Her bedroom door opened and the grinning Constantine Burke appeared. "Well, my wife," he said it with true sarcasm, "it is time for another attempt to get an heir."

Before he could move, however, the two heard a haunting melody. It had a curious effect: The bastard who had opened the door was locked in place, transfixed by the music. Katie noticed immediately the compulsions pushed back.

Katie watched as a small, beautiful girl walked into the room, playing the instrument. The song was beautiful and sad, sorrowful and hopeful all at once.

The little girl walked toward her and Katie couldn't look away. Her mind barely registered that the girl walked on air until she was right in front of Katie. At the end of the musical passage, the girl who had an encouraging smile, leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.

Several things happened in that moment. Every magic that seemed to be binding Katie's will suddenly broke. Every ward which prevented her from traveling away was also suddenly broken. Katie could feel the kiss on her forehead as though it was a shield against the backlash.

There was a sudden tearing sound. When Katie looked, she saw the "Marriage Certificate" that bound her in mid air between her and Burke and it ripped in half – before burning in what looked like fiendfyre but felt like a Patronus.

The forcefully created bond between her and Burke snapped – and once again she felt shielded from the backlash. Burke, however, crumpled to the ground.

A small bag of gold appeared in her off hand. And, finally, against all hope her wand appeared in her wand hand.

For just a moment she stared in incomprehension – she hadn't been allowed a wand for four months. As soon as it had appeared, the wand rebonded to her magical core.

Katie was suddenly completely alert, in possession of her full faculties, in possession of resources, in possession of her wand, and was completely free to act as she would. The little girl gave her a happy smile, a cheerful trill of her pipes, and a small wave before disappearing.

Katie looked at her wand, at Burke, and then gave a grim smile. She mentally reviewed the various curses and hexes she had learned as a Hogwarts student.

A few purebloods that had unwilling bondmates survived almost unscathed the forcible breaking of the bonds – but not many. It was a shock, when it was investigated, that none of them actually died. It was less of a shock to find that a few of them could no longer provide the next generation as the means normally used was forcefully removed. These were found to be the most abusive of those who had taken advantage of the "law".


Danae and Harry sat on the rock at Ben Nevis, which was the highest point in the UK (not that high really – there were few choices) and looked out at the land to observe the results of their work.

In truth, Harry did most of the work – Aphrael was there to distract and to provide a shield. That was it.

Harry looked at the girl. "Well, it looks like you have a bunch of followers in this world too. They've collectively decided you're a goddess."

She gave a smirk. "I AM a goddess."

He grinned. "I know. But it's always good to get new followers, ey?"

She giggled. "It helps."

"Well, I could at least remove the magic forcing them to live against their will. What they do now – it's really up to them."

Aphrael considered that. "Well, I have a few followers who could use the benefit of my divine love and inspiration. Now that they are followers, I can do something to help them."

Harry nodded. "I'll be back at 10 Downing watching television or something. Maybe I'll read a book. Have fun."

She gave an impish smile. "I will."


Harry had left things up to Tony and was waiting patiently if he was needed. And so he was reading a book. He could have "captured" the entire thing, but that defeated the purpose: Keeping himself from being too bored.

Suddenly, he looked up. She hadn't! Harry got up and quickly moved to take himself to Buckingham Palace.

He arrived just as a large coach was pulling onto the grounds. The Palace Guard was allowing it to enter. A delegation of palace staff were waiting.

When the coach pulled up, a line of Magicals were led off by the cheerful young Goddess. Harry, who had divinely convinced everyone he belonged, walked up to her. "What are you doing?" he asked.

She gave him a smirk. "After the report of our Cousin Tony, the Queen wanted to hear from witnesses. Considering that there aren't many places that have the required guest bedrooms, I thought I would bring them entire group of them here."

Harry said, "Have you ever heard of a Hotel? I let the thing go regarding 10 Downing because two bedrooms doesn't add much work. But will take up a large number of guest bedrooms."

She looked at him with wide, innocent eyes and said, "I asked Beth first. She was quite generous with the invitation."

Harry almost groaned at that. There went keeping things quiet as to their involvement. "What happens when the Magicals come looking for them?"

She smiled and said, "Go ahead and feel the wards."

Harry was taken aback for a moment and then turned. He stretched out his senses and was astonished to find blood wards of all things. Apparently, every drop of royal blood lost over the centuries (quite a lot of it) strengthened the wards. Even a new palace like Buckingham had these wards. It was the reason why the Royal Family had long had a history of moving from residence to residence throughout the year.

There was a reason why the Royals could not be attacked magically. They were especially strong when there was Royal Blood that was younger than 17 years – and Prince Harry was currently within that age limit though that would pass soon. Unlike the wards he had lived under, these would not fall.

It didn't prevent the Royals from being attacked or assassinated, but such attacks had to occur non-magically.

Behind him Danae said, "There was a reason I asked Beth – this wouldn't have worked otherwise."

Harry sighed and turned back around. "Okay. I can see the justification. And they are your followers. I just though it a whole bunch of trouble."

She shrugged her shoulders, still grinning. "I thought it a good prank on the Ministry for Magic."

Harry considered that and grinned. "True."


In truth, the two did not have to do much more. While it would take time, the non-Magical government got involved because the Royal family did have some authority over the Magicals. It wasn't an instant fix, but eventually things would be cleared up.

The Ministry was forced to reform and then provide financial and other incentives to lure back the Witches and Wizards lost. This was the only method that the Queen and her advisors found acceptable for the Magical world to save itself.

Harry and Danae had fun pulling a prank or two (or more) while keeping an eye out. When it was all in hand, Harry concentrated on moving them to their next dimension.