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Dumbledore tore through his limited collection of priceless tomes and grimoires as he thought frantically of what this power shift had meant. His connection to Magic felt... detached, like how an amputee claims they can sometimes feel the missing limb. He had tested his magic and it was still there, but there was something not right! He read and read until he found something, it was an old story, a silly tale made up by a mad ancestor of his about seeing the child of the Gods. Please if there were such things living today, he would have had one under his control, at his beck and call! However it stood out. He checked the date of it, it was well before the Founders Time. He began reading it and as he did, he realized it was the Tale of the Three brothers, but much different from the Beetle the Bard's version!
He read it, it seemed his ancestor was a traveling companion to the three Brothers, nothing more than a servant really, but he was there when they had built the bridge and they encountered Death! He had witnessed Death creating the Deathly Hallows. The Wand, the Stone and the Cloak. After getting their gifts, the brothers decided to part ways to try and give Death a bit of a merry chase. His ancestor had followed the Eldest since one brother Apparated away, the other had donned the Cloak and he could not find him, not even when he scryed for him! So he followed the eldest, who indeed dueled another with him he had a quarrel.
However unlike the tale where he boasted of his greatness and told all about his wand, he simply ate quietly, drank some tea and ignored the revelry taking place after his victory. His ancestor had to goad him to drink just a little wine, which he spiked with some belladonna He wasn't sure how much to use and it looked as if he was unaffected, but eventually he seemed to grow a bit drunk and sleepy and thus went to bed. Antioch, the eldest, was rather strong, both magically and physically so a little poisoning would not kill him. However as he slept off the attempt on his life, his ancestor snuck in and slit his throat feeling the connection from the Wand to himself snap into place and he fled to find the other brothers.
He eventually found Camdas, who unlike the story, successfully resurrected his beloved, using a ritual to bind her soul back to her body. They had been happily married for a year and some months. He could not find a way to get to Cadmus alone so he waited instead for him to leave his young bride and snuck in to murder her, while making it seem like suicide. Cadmus upon his return was devastated. He tried to revive her, tried to call her back, but her spirit would not come. In his grief he flung the Stone away, which had set into a ring and after finding some rope, joined her in hanging side by side, his last moment of life allowing him to grab her hand in his.
His ancestor had gleefully claimed the second Hallow. However no matter where he searched, he could not find Ignotus. The damned Cloak was impossible to track and he could not see through it like he could other such charms to make one unseen, a Dumbledore gift. His ancestor died a good 20 years before Ignotus' death, having been careless and slain for the Wand and Stone, that person gifted the Stone to his bride to be and some years later lost the Wand in an Honor Duel. After that the records got more spotty over time until finally the Gaunts had the Stone and the Potters had the Cloak.
He sat there stunned, one of his ancestors had been close to being the Master of Death! One would think he would be elated, however Dumbledore let out a bestial bellow of rage, cursing and screaming. He actually kicked his feet in his chair while beating his fists on his desk like a child having a tantrum! It was a most unbecoming sight! He jumps up and paces, trying to think. The story had caught his attention, but what did it have to do with him here now? What significance-
"No!" He suddenly gasps. He quickly searches for a small diary, a pathetic thing really from his many great grandmother Nimueh. He quickly finds it in her old glory box, he carefully opens it, having to be extra careful with this relic of Arthurian history. He finds what he is looking for.
Nimueh talks about a great shift in power, after the birth of Prince Arthur some months later. She later discovers it is the birth of Merlin. The shift was otherworldly. She suddenly could not connect with the natural magics of the world or her tethers as she once had. She was still quite powerful, able to retain her youth and beauty even at more than a century old. She had sent her son into hiding long ago and visited him, educated him well before her untimely death at the hands of Merlin. She claims, like his other ancestors, to have seen a Devi. However, whereas his other ancestor claimed in his mad rambles before his own untimely death, about Ignotus somehow currying favor to have a Devi mate, Nimueh had proof!
It was during her assassination attempt on Arthur that she instead poisoned Merlin, who was on Hols from Hogwarts, as far as anyone knew back then it was an academy of science and healing hearts, keeping the murderous King Uther from learning the truth. He shakes his head as he focuses on her writing, she had poisoned Merlin, however while he was deathly ill, anyone else would have died instantly. Arthur would have fallen deathly ill as well, being conceived through magic, however he would have died within a day or two, plenty of time to ransom his life for Uther to allow Magic to be practiced openly once in the open, to allow Magic to be free.
However, she watched as days passed and Merlin slowly faded, it was impossible! This disgusting son of a Muggle should not be alive! And yet he remained. So she had snuck in and did her own little test and gasped when, mid fit, a pair of crystal wings appeared, glowing with a faint sickly light as his condition worsened. She was quick to pluck such a feather and flee with it, but due to his poor state when she took it, the feather did not save her when she dueled Merlin to the death.
Merlin was a Devi. Devis are a strictly hereditary and Omega only Creature. Meaning that Merlin's mother was either not a Muggle but a Squib or even a Magical herself and simply chose to never use her powers, or his father was the Magical and had passed on the Devi genes. He set the book down and ran over to a special tapestry that covered an entire wall. He pointed his wand at it and spoke an incantation and asked to see the Line of Merlin. Said man's face appeared towards the middle and branches began to slowly bleed above and below him, which should have been impossible since Merlin never had children!
He was shocked to see that a few branches went out to the sides and soon he could see what he needed too. Merlin was the son of a Dragon lord, Dragon lords were born of Dragons who were among the first Creatures to be birthed by the Original Devis. His mother was indeed a Muggle woman, but her inferior blood had filtered enough of the Dragon blood out to allow for a Devi to surface. To his right was King Arthur, meaning they had been mated, with another branch to Guinevere with another Lancelot, however the line between Guinevere and Arthur was a dull yellow meaning a marriage in name only. The one below Merlin was a single line and he all but screeched in shock and rage at who Merlin's 'child' was.
"HARRY POTTER!?" he bellows out, feeling like he is about to burst a vein. "Impossible, how could he possibly inherit the Title of Lord Emrys!? It was impossible!" He mutters, trying to think, "Unless one of the parameters was that one has to be a Devi, Harry is automatically counted as his son? But where did-" he turns back to the final branch.
It stems from both Harry and Arthur, Morgana and Mordred. He much like anyone who has heard the Knights of the Round table stories enough knows that Mordred is the son of Arthur and Morgana. He traces her line through Uther, which is pathetically Muggle so he switches to her mother and gasps when he sees it, Ignotus Peverell and Harlene Peverell. And there a crystal feather under her name as well as Merlin's and Harry's, she was a Devi! He staggers back and almost misses his chair as he begins to process these impossibilities. He is almost dizzy with them. But suddenly it all makes sense! Why none of his plans have worked! Whoever that bloody bastard Mors was, must have seen what happened that night at Godric's Hollow.
He must have snuck in before Black could get there to try and leave with Harry or Hagrid arrived. He stole what was rightfully his and raised him into a very powerful and influential young man, however he spoiled him by making him independent, confident. However that is easily fixed once he gets a hold of his future bride and this time he will grab him by the damn head to complete the Xerxes Bridal Binding! Yes, this all leads back to Mors...
As soon as he claims back his Wand and claims the other two Hallows, both of which were rightfully his! He will summon up Mors, make him flesh and blood and then he will torture him slowly, painfully and then just to make sure he understands what it means to never piss Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore off, he will make Harry kill him again! It will be deliciously sweet revenge!
"A Devi bride and Immortality as the Master of Death... I do not need a harem now that I have the most valuable bride in the entire world!" He cackles insanely as he grins at the image of Harry's face. "I think I will have you torture and kill that filthy Elf bastard after I bind you to me for eternity, my sweet..." He purrs before he stands up and leaves his office. He steps out before his legion of Acolytes. "My people! Today marks the beginning of a new Era! The Era of Light! We take one small step for and one giant leap for the Greater Good!"
The dull roar of cheers reaches him and he grins manically.
"We march on Hogwarts! We will take the castle by force, however I want Harry James Potter taken alive! Captured and unharmed! Once he is ours, the others will fall into place! Kill any of the filthy beasts that get in your way! Claim conquest rights and grow your fortunes! Take as many Omega brides as you can! We will breed a new generation of Magic! Light Magic! We will breed out the filth that is Creature blood! We will rule forever!"
They cheer again and he smiles as they begin marching, some taking off on brooms or Apparating away. He himself turns on his heel to Apparate to Hogwarts, his grin is manic and his eyes fever bright with insanity and greed...
Hogsmeade had been warned, the town folk were given a choice of hiding with the younger children or to stand and fight. Many chose to fight, those who did not were either too young or too old. Amelia Bones had showed up with her red cloaked Aurors, offering allegiance and aid where they could with other departments offering up their aid. Harry had accepted once he got Oaths of truthfulness and vows of fealty. Soon an army of Greeks were sailing in, the ship suddenly bursting out of the Black Lake and Lycaon grinned as various Greek Creatures shout out and wave in greeting as a black cloud of bats black out the sun and various breeds of Vampires Apparate in, quickly taking shelter in the school. Dracula looked both amused and quite famished.
There was a bitter cold suddenly and everyone tensed as Dementors began to descend. However, Harry sensed they were not a threat. He slowly walked up to the leader, this one was bigger, its cloak like frosted ash swirled with black ink. Harry stood before the Dementor as it approached. He was mentally telling himself not to panic or to start shooting spells, Dementors were never a pleasant experience. He almost startled when the decaying corpse-like hand, almost skeletal, touched his heart. He hears a voice echo in him, through him and suddenly he is speaking for the Dementor.
"Gift of the Heavens, we align with you. We would not go against HIM for you are touched and blessed by HIM. Dear cousin, my Queen, we offer our aid in turn for the souls of the damned..."
"You swear to Father that you will not betray me and all I claim as mine?" Severus challenges, stepping forward as his glamours melt away and the shadows race to his command, creating a phantom like fire around him, beautifully frightening. "You will swear you will take only the enemy and leave our allies be? Dead or not?"
"We would be foolish to fight the Gift of Heaven... Never mind you, dear cousin... you may be quite young, but you are very powerful. To slight you is suicide, to outright make enemies? You must be mistaking me for the Drones that keep the worst of the Wizards trapped... However, this I swear and my children, my drones, will obey..." The Dementor then removed its finger and drifted back as Harry gave a soft cough and rubs at the chilled spot.
"Then we accept... However, if any of you tries to break your promise..." Harry just gives a parody of a smile, his teeth bared in too wide a grin and the hellfire burning in his eyes hold so much promise.
The Soul Suckers agree and begin spreading out, vanishing from sight, but patrolling the outermost ring of Hogwarts' grounds. They would not be able to get passed the front gates due to the protective wards keeping them out. After all, children were a very tempting treat that even the Hive King could not resist, but none under its command would dare to anger the Shade Queen and especially not the Devi. Veela, Tengu, Harpies and more begin arriving, Fairies, Pixies, Doxies and even Sprites zip in. Unicorn, Pegasuses, Wyrms and Wyverns appear. So many Creatures and such large numbers too, Harry felt overwhelmed with their willingness to fight, to stand with him.
Harry does not have to doubt himself. He knows that as a Devi, he thrives off of peace and unity, joy and happiness give him strength and have a happy, healthy and loving Coven keeps him in his best shape. He can see so many Creatures, many of whom he's studied extensively and even those he heard of in passing or never even knew about. They were quick to set up in the school, Hogwarts expanding herself as needed, adding rooms and the like, making sure that all the Potioneers and Healers had large enough work spaces and the needed supplies. Barracks were suddenly appearing in the courtyard, each one designated and a training field surrounded each to give them somewhere to train.
Harry watches them all, humans and others interacting. Making friends, getting to know one another, laughing and smiling. He closes his eyes and basks in this feeling of peace. His bonds to his Coven shine brightly in his mind, Silver bands connect to Elrond, Thranduil, Galadriel, Celeborn and Gandalf with Severus, Sirius, Remus and Tom, his Paternal bonds. Deep blue bonds connect him to Boromir, Faramir, Eomer, Haldir Theodred, Aragorn, Gimli, Frodo, Merry, Pippin and Sam. He sees they are also connected to Neville, Fred, Draco, and George, his brothers while a lighter aqua blue connects him to Eowyn, Arwen, Luna and Hermione, his sisters. A brilliant gold bond connects him with Legolas, his beloved and mate.
He opens his eyes and smiles.
"Hadrian?" Boromir asks, curious.
"Do you feel that pull that draws us closer together?" He wonders softly.
"Aye, t'is the bond of our Coven, our family..." He nods, smiling at his lover, who is speaking with one of the winged beings.
"This bond can never be severed, not even by death... however, if any of you die, especially you, Boromir, I will resurrect you and kill you myself." Harry snarls, jabbing him in one of his old scars from where he had nearly died trying to protect Merry and Pippin all those months ago.
"Ouch!" He yelps and moves away from the jabbing finger. "I have nothing to fear, there is no Ring to trick me. I have studied the Mind art of protecting my mind to the best of my abilities. I may never be a master, but I am confident that I can hold my own for more than mere seconds."
"Good..." Harry smiles, but then he frowns. "We have only a month left... we will not make the Summer Solstice..." He suddenly realizes, but they have gained as many boosts as they could, have honored and appeased many of the Gods in as many of their forms as they could manage. Hopefully it will be enough...
Dumbledore frowned as he watched Hogsmeade burn to the ground, there was no screaming or panicking. In fact there was no activity at all. It was as if the village was empty. Moments later the fires were snuffed out and he sent a team in to find out what the hell was going on.
"My lord! There is no one here, not even the animals! The town has been deserted!" Someone shouts.
"How the bloody hell did they know? Not even my spies in the school know what is going on..." In fact, where were his spies!? He summoned a few others to his side, told them where the secret entrances to Hogwarts were and sent one team into the half burned shell of Honeydukes and another to the Shrieking Shack. "The rest of you, march forward!"
They rank up and begin marching. If the news of his previous attacks have reached the school, then it is possible that they are keeping the children on the grounds, which has effectively trapped them and gave him the perfect hostages. After all he is the only person who knows all the secret paths in and out of the school(this goes to show how self absorbed this man is since he failed to realize the Twins knew the school like they knew themselves; Tom Riddle also knows the school top to bottom and even knows the areas only accessed by Parseltongue! Never mind Severus, who he has forced to stalk up and down the halls for nearly 20 years. And let's not forget that Hogwarts herself is now able to change her form as needed now and has gotten rid of the old paths to ensure the safety of the students).
They marched forward, cautious at the rather unnatural quiet that was in the woods. That is until they heard someone singing, just vocalizations. They echoed off the trees in a hauntingly beautiful tone. The pitch was hard to pin it down as a woman or a male. As they drew closer to the school, they were able to pick up the sounds of birds singing along with the voice until finally the vocalization ended and words could be made out.
I wonder
I wonder
I wonder why each little bird has a someone
To sing to sweet things to
A gay little love melody
I wonder
I wonder
If my heart keeps singing
Will my song go winging
To someone who'll find me
And bring back a love song to me
They breach a small clearing where there is a cloaked figure, picking flowers. They are dancing from flower to flower, singing. They are quite gifted too. However, they pause and turn to face them, they cannot see the face, but they drop the basket and take off towards Hogwarts, running.
"Capture them!" He orders as they all take off.
As they chase the person, they start to sing again, but it is just vocalizations like before. These sound different, almost playful. The small group burst out of the woods into the field between Hogwarts and the Forbidden forest which lays not too far away. The figure however has stopped dead center of the field, dancing now, singing about birds having a song and singing with them. It is actually a little annoying. This student, which had to Lovegood, if the bipolar reactions were any indication, was nutter. The person spins one last time, prancing to a stop, hands held up and they begin singing again. However the sound is distorted and rather bone chilling. They sing the same few notes a few times, the animals suddenly go from cute to vicious. Dumbledore squawks as he suddenly barreled over by a whole cluster of squirrels, birds are pecking and clawing, their wings beating hard at his people while a number of rabbits and deer chase others into a grouping of trees, that suddenly come to life and start pitching people!
"ENOUGH!" Dumbledore screams out, allowing his magic to snap out like a whip. The animals flee away as the child stops singing and stands there. "Capture them! I'm certain that it's Ms. Lovegood-"
The student suddenly bursts into great pleas of laughter and then they pull the hood off and Harry grins at them.
"Sorry, but I was channeling my inner Disney Princess, but it's cute how you think Luna is the only one do do weird things!" Harry chuckles and then he snaps his fingers, "Ents! Retreat into the woods!" Harry orders and they quickly do so. "Well, unless you want the embarrassment of getting your arses handed to you once again by the woodland cuties, I suggest, you kindly turn around and leave or simply surrender right now, I'm not fussy!"
"Harry, my boy..." Dumbledore actually rides forward on a horse, dressed in an atrocious chartreuse, magenta and periwinkle robe with accents in Gryffindor red and gold. The robes are an assault on the senses as well as an assault on fashion. "There need not be anymore bloodshed, come to me and I will spare the other students..."
"I am not, nor will I ever be your boy, you daffy old goat!" Harry snaps out, eye twitching. "And please, do not lie! You will attack anyway and kill everyone who stands against you just because you can! Not to mention anyone of Creature blood you will gladly murder since they are not your ideal 'perfection.' I am not going to do anything you say nor will I allow you to attack my students or my school."
"You seem to be confused. Hogwarts belongs to me... I am the Greatest Wizard since Merlin, hell I am superior to Merlin! And I know you are Merlin's Heir!"
Harry tense as did everyone else, a low murmuring echoing around them, both from the enemy and ally armies. What was the old codger talking about? Merlin never had children and everyone knows that it's impossible to complete the parameters to be granted the title of being Merlin's Heir. However, Harry's reaction had their attention, he was tense, his amused smile vanishing into a steely glare, he was in a position of fight or flight.
"Oh yes... you see, I've studied many branches of magic, have learned many spells and rituals! Most of which are family heirlooms! And what do I find? Merlin, the stupid bitch, was an Omega!" Albus cackles, making many grumble at him in discontent, others hissing in anger.
There are startled gasps and even shouts of outrage. Harry glares, how dare this bastard talk bad about the Last Devi who brought not only peace, but unity! But then he slowly pales, he is reaching for the Elder Wand, knowing that this bastard knows exactly what he is.
"And what do you know! He died childless, failing to complete his gender's sole reason for living's obligation, and yet he has an Heir... You. But the funny thing is, I looked through his 'family' ties and what do I learn? Not only are you a Gryffindor by blood, but you are related to Morgana Le Fey, Arthur Pendragon and Mordred Pendragon, who are descendants of the Peverell family! Oh, but here is the kicker! Your ancestor Ignotus, married and mated with a Devi! And I am certain one has to be a Devi in order to gain the Lordship of House Emrys!"
Harry growls. He will give the insane bastard one thing: he really knows how to do his research. Harry ignores the shouting from Dumbledore's side, his own people knowing better than to expose themselves and thankfully knowing how to stave off their curiosity until a much more appropriate time. That does not mean he cannot sense the tension, the fear and worry taking root.
"..." Harry chuckles and begins clapping, if in doubt, bluff like fuck! "Bravo... bravo... you must feel incredibly smart right now! But you seem to forget something very important... I'm not a Devi. I'm Human." His glamours are locked tight under Death's control so even if Dumblefuck threw out every spell he knew to force him out of his glamours, it would not happen. "As for my claim to Merlin's title, a simple chat with the Goblins will clear that up and if somehow I am his heir, then I'm certain I will receive a notice or missive of some kind in the post."
Albus glared at Harry, not liking the heavily ladened sarcastic tone he was using or the condescending tone he was using. He needed to get the brat and bind him to him NOW if he was going to correct his behavior and that atrocious personality of his!
"I will give you the Peverell and the Gryffindor families, I did announce those, but then again you are 150 or so, so your memory isn't as sharp as it was. Even Magicals go senile and suffer from memory loss, you know..." He smiles almost sweetly, enjoying the enraged look of offense on the old Billy Goat's face. "But again, me? Related to Lady Morgana? Again, the Goblins would have told me! But then again, with all the shenanigans you have been pulling, the post has been very late indeed so I could be or I could not be. But until proven otherwise, I do not believe you nor should anyone else."
"I have a tapestry that tells me everything I need to know about someone and it does not lie!"
"The Tapestry of Blood belongs to the Peverell Family and if you have such an artifact in your care, Mr. Dumbledore, then you will find that I am worse than Goblins when it comes to claiming back that which belongs to me..." Harry growls loudly. "But I grow tired of bandying words with you-"
"Agreed... Imperio!" He flicked the spell at Harry and it struck him in the head, toppling him.
Harry went still, his eyes wide with shock as Dumbledore cackled and then ordered him to get up and to come to him. However, Harry blinks and the spell breaks as he sits up, rubbing the back of his head and glaring at the old bastard.
"Ouch! That hurts you know!" Harry snarls. "And you asked for it..."
He begins singing, dodging several spells and a swarm of more than just birds began to fill the air and dive bomb the enemy. He dances out the way of a few more spells and smirks, he twirls the Elder wand in his hand while flicking out one of his daggers. The next spell hits his shield while he slices his dagger through another and then flicks it with deadly precision into the unfortunate witch's chest, hitting her right in the heart.
"NOW!" Harry shouts.
The Elves, who had been hidden behind the wall near the top jump up on it and begin losing their arrows. They were crafted with gem tips that could be enchanted before being fired and runes to amplify the spell or allow them to break through most shield spells. So far the spells of choice were Deprimo, Bombarda and the Cutting Curses. They keep up the onslaught until the first set of arrows run out and then they duck down quickly, switching out the quivers as Harry casts shield spells and helps deflect some of the ones aimed at the archers. The birds and bats fled back into the forest or circled hire, ready to attack again.
"I will give you this, Harry. You seem to be full of surprises... I hate surprises..." Albus snarls as he glares at Harry, he is covered in poop and he's certain not all of it is bird poop.
"I know I am... and that's too bad. I like to surprise people... Like this." Harry jumps up, catching his broom as the Rohirrim horns sound all around, this startles the Order, Moody's eye is spinning around trying to spot the next threat, but then he curses.
"I cannot see a damned thing!"
"What!?" Albus snarls and turns to Alastor, who is now turning as best he can, his prosthetic eye spinning useless. Before landing on Harry.
"It's gotta be Potter's doing! But how he can block my eye's ability is beyond me!"
"It's called, studying, you dumbass!" Harry shouts at him. "For someone who is so paranoid, you fail something fierce at not knowing how to properly protect yourself!"
The horns sound again, but instead of the Rohirrim rushing out, it's the three Elvin Armies, attacking in a triangle formation. It is amazing how swiftly they descend on their targets. The Nodolins come from the southwest while the Silvans come from the southeast while the Galadhels rush over the walls of Hogwarts and out the gates. The Elves are fast and brutal. Nothing more than flashing silver, gold and other precious metals. The Order barely has a time to be shocked before they are forced to adapt to the Muggle style of fighting. Anyone who tries to fire a spell at any of the elves is sniped off by the archers, Legolas and Haldir, making sure their remaining family do not come to harm.
Harry flies over the mass and then whistles loudly and they are quick to flee into the school. So far they are keeping the civilians out of harm's way. He's also sure they are enjoying the show. Looking at the open field, Harry feels a bit overwhelmed, the army Dumbledore has at his disposal is almost triple that of what Sauron had during the Battle for Minas Tirith. That army had been triple that of the original 10,000 Uruk-hai that Saruman had set on them during the Battle of Helm's Deep. The only benefits they had, was that Dumbledore didn't have nightmare fuel monsters at his beck and call. He circled, dodging spells aimed at him as barrel rolls out of the way.
"Harry, we can end this peacefully, all you have to do is give up and be mine..." Dumbledore calls up, almost purring and Harry sneers at him.
"I'd rather fuck Sauron, at least he had a pretty face or so Papa had said." Harry spits and Legolas snarls enraged. "Oopse, my poor Alpha is not happy with that... but trust me if I had no other choice but you or Sauron, I'd rather fuck him than you." Harry shrugs and Albus is furious at the insult.
"You don't seem to understand, Harry Potter... You WILL be mine!" He snarls darkly.
"Hmm... No, I don't think so." Harry says, a mock thoughtful look on his face, he flicks his hand, knocking the spell aimed at him away and glaring down at Molly Weasley. "Oh, that was very rude..."
"How dare you talk back to the Headmaster! He knows what's best for you and will ensure that we will live in a world of peace! All he does is for the Greater Good!"
"The Greater Good? Funny how someone who was against Grindelwald and the Nazi's would use that slogun... Their version of the 'Greater Good' was the mass genocide of anyone who wasn't white, blonde and blue eyed, the supposedly superior race. Anyone who had colored skin, had any type of ailments or were prone to sickness were killed off. Anyone who preferred their own sex was tortured and killed. They had camps where they did unspeakable things to these people! There was a doctor who enjoyed torturing and experimenting on children! All around 12 at the oldest and babies at the youngest! Any sins they committed, they claimed they did it for the Greater Good of the world!" Harry snarls, his eyes burning ultraviolet as he bares his fangs.
Everyone who studied the horrors that was the second world war, hissed and snarled. Tom, who had been born and grown up during WWII held Severus' hand tightly, trembling at the remembered fear and horror, the horrid memories of screams and fire. Severus pulls him close, whispering a soft mantra to break the PTSD memory lock, one of the down sides of bringing his soul back to one piece, but one that can be managed.
"Why should we care about what the Muggles did!?" Spat Doge.
"Because those people being experimented and tortured were not just others of other races or religions! They were Magicals captured by Grindelwald and given over to the sick bastard, who wanted to find out why we have magic, to take our magic from us and make it into a weapon that he can use to take over the world! Many of the Pureblood lines that suddenly vanished?! Grindelwald handed them right into Hitler's camps where they were killed off, or had barely snuck their children off to safety!" Harry bellows out feeling utterly enraged. "Hilter was a sick son of a bitch and you're precious Dumblefuck is three times worse and that says a lot since anyone can tell you that Hitler was Satan incarnate!"
"How dare you! Avada Kedavra!" Vance snarls and fires, Harry spins, cursing when the spell strikes him.
"HADRIAN!" Legolas roars as he watches his mate start to fall.
However before he falls too far, he suddenly stops. Suddenly a pair of ghosts materialize and Legolas gasps, recognizing the late Lord and Lady Potter, holding their son as he lies motionless. This however does not ease his unease or fear that is until a sudden shockwave bursts out of Harry and he gasps and curses.
"Son of a Uruk-hai Whore, that hurts! $(*#&%# !" All the Elves choke and sputter, Legolas turns brilliant red as he senses many glares aimed at his skull, the most heavy being his father's. Harry summons his broom back to him and sits on it as he rubs where he was hit and then turns to glare at the bitch, who is freaking out that he survived. "Okay, you fucking idiots! The Killing Curse has no affect on me! If Voldemort, who is on equal footing, if not more powerful than Dumdum, down there, could not kill me with that curse, what makes you fucking morons think it will work for you!? If anything, are only pissing me off!"
"He's cursing more often... he's really angry..." Aragorn sighs, sounding like a long suffering parent.
"Indeed... Where did he learn that curse from?" Elrond demands now glaring at his foster son.
"Not me." Aragorn states, "He wasn't around Elladan or Elrohir and we both know that Arwen would never curse... outside of delivery, of course."
"Now is not the time..." Tom says, even as he snickers softly. "I see Lord and Lady Potter.. but when did he summon- oh... we have company..." He turns and sure enough he spots a man who looked somewhat like Harry, but clearly had the Potter's classic looks as well. The eye patch and the deathly pale skin told him who he was.
The others turned and startled seeing the stranger, but Legolas smiles and bows.
"Lord Mandos..." Legolas greets.
"My son's mate..." He nods, his eye narrowed and Legolas does not flinch under the stink eye. "Are you going to gift me something this day?"
"Yes... many if possible." Legolas promises as he turns back to watch his enraged mate go off on the idiots, the spirits of his parents protecting him from any further attacks.
"Who are you?" Aragorn growls, hand tight on his sword, Legolas stopping him before he attacks. "Legolas, he could be a threat..."
"He is Lord Mandos! Or rather the personification of Lord Mandos, he is the one Hadrian calls Papa Mors!" Legolas says and the others gasp in shock as Death in his mortal form waves at them calmly.
"Elf, fire your arrow at 1 O'clock and aim high. Do it now." Mors says calmly and the Elf fires quickly striking someone who had tried to attack Harry, the arrow he used was coated in mistletoe juice. If the arrow didn't kill them the poison sure would. "Good... That is one. You have many more to go..."
Legolas bows his head and notches another arrow to fire at the next idiot when Harry seems to have had enough. He snaps his fingers and Boromir grabs up the Horn of Gondor and begins to blow it. The others move out of the way as the group of Rohirrim inside of Hogwarts' grounds rush forward as the others burst out of the trees , a pincer formation trapping the Order and giving them no room to move as Harry casts a Magic scrambling spell, making any spells for the next 50 seconds, completely useless! Eomer, Theodred and Eowyn were at the head of each section and proved their skills as not only master horsemen(horsewoman), but also their skills as warriors. Eomer had the best spear arm while Eowyn was an excellent swordswoman Theodred was well balanced between the two, but he nevertheless left a trail of dead and dying.
Boromir blew his horn again and the Elves formed up and when he gave another blow, they charged in with the Creatures hidden among them. This allows them to literally be on their targets before they unleash their brutal power and strengths on them. Harry smirks as he watches from above. He wants to fight, but his job was to keep as many of his people alive. He casts healing spells and shields when needed, flicking his hand to summon his bow and fire off arrows to help counter some people.
"Harry Potter!" Dumbledore screams and Harry rolls his eyes.
"WHAT?!" he bellows out, sounding like a very moody teen.
"Face me like a man!"
"Considering that I am an Omega and you called Grandpa Merlin a bitch, that means in your eyes I'm a woman and therefore do not have to face you like a man." He says as his parents laugh beside him. "Mother, Father, perhaps you would like to exact some revenge?"
"Yes... but we need to cut down a good chunk more of this army before you have a safe margin to work with..." James says, smirking and Harry can't help but smile as he drops off his broom, landing in the middle of the fighting and pierces his hand, making blood well as the Stone appears in his hand.
"There you are, brat..." Alastor snorts like a bull, limping over.
"Hmm... oh it's only you... be a dear and stay there a second." Harry waves him off as he feels the Stone absorbing his blood and under his feet branches of blood stretch across the ground. This startles everyone who breaks apart, his people quickly retreating back into the school as the Order backs up as far as they can.
"The hell are you doing brat!?" Alastor snarls and stomps forward as Harry chants, ignoring him. He reaches out and grabs Harry's wrist as he says:
"Душе које су већ одавно отишле у вечни сан, позивам вас да направите своју понуду. Молим вас да ме браните и моју, да поведете што више мојих непријатеља са собом и осигурате да они вечно трпе ..." Harry's eyes snap open and are ultraviolet on black with black tears running down his cheeks.
This freaks out Moody and he tries to let go, but before he can, the two skeletons burst from the ground and stab their blade like arms into his chest and then before his eyes they catch fire and it dissipates to reveal the Potters.
"Im- imposs-"
"You should have left our son alone..." Lily snarls and rips her hand back, holding his left lung in her fist while James had his right one.
The look of shock Moody has on his face is frozen forever as many more spirits rise from the ground, the will o'wisps taking on solid forms and tearing into the Order. Many of whom scream in terror seeing dead family members or slain enemies suddenly rising out of the ground.
"Necromancy!?" Molly screeches when she is suddenly facing her late twin brothers, who grin at her so much like their nephews, Fred and George.
"Hello little sister... or should we call you Kin Slayer?" They snarl. "Claiming Death Eaters murder us... Tsk, tsk, tsk... such lies, little sister..."
She growls and points her wand at them, "You were freaks! Disgusting Creatures! I know what you are, Huginn and Muninn!"
"Oh, she knows us!" Fabien swoons as Gideon chuckles and holds him up. "And do you know what happens when you kill the Messengers of the Gods? You get marked for a very special death... one that we think is fitting, Margret..."
"Indeed... Time to die, Margret..." Gideon sneers as his eyes glow electric blue with his brother's and suddenly a massive murder of crows suddenly attacked. They pecked at Molly even as she screamed, shooting off spells.
They clawed at her hair and eyes, tearing out chunks of her hair. Their sharp beaks stabbed out of her eyes, one bird actually ripping an eye out of the socket as others pecked at her teeth, ripping them out and then they ripped her tongue out in chunks. They stabbed her over and over, tearing pieces out of her, clawing at her until she fell over dead, mangled beyond recognition. The two men stop their birds and walk over to their sister and carefully cut out her heart and then cut it in half. They each took a half and acting like they were drinking, they gave a toast and swallowed their halves before they turned into giant crows and began to attack anyone and everyone who wore Dumbledore's crest.
Harry had watched Molly's death and smirked as her soul rose, but before she could form as more than a will o'wisp, One of Death's children cut her tie to the living plain and vanished with her as many others followed. Harry could see the rapid drop in numbers now and nodded his head before he whistled loudly, his army pulling back, the Dead providing excellent meat shields before Harry smirks and calls out:
"Aldeztaile! Feeding time!"
The ground rumbles and then bursting out of the ground is Aldez in her full size, her eyes are still shielded by the goggles, but Harry lands on her head and rips them off. Anyone who looked dropped dead and she dove at them, hissing and roaring, snapping her deadly fangs, she swallowed dozens whole and still screaming while others were bit and grazed by her fangs, which released her potent poison and they died in agonizing pain. She slithered fast picking up Legolas, who smirks at his Omega, who giggles insanely as she chases a group around.
"Help! Call her off, call her off!"
"Hmm..." Harry looks thoughtful before he says. "Nope!" popping the P as Aldeztaile snaps them up as well and devours them. She is about to make another pass when suddenly she screeches in agony, her underbelly has been sliced deeply and Harry screams as he feels his bond to her stretching and then snapping as she collapses dead. He and Legolas fall with her, Harry summon getting trapped under her dead weight when she stopped thrashing in her death throes. "Aldez!? No! Aldez... Fuck!"
"Harry!" Legolas curses as he gets up, him and two dozen Elves try to lift the corpse off Harry, but can hardly lift her an inch as Harry turns to face the murderer of his snake.
"Dumbleduck..." He spits and Dumbledore glares back at him.
"You are a pain in the neck, but I will be correcting that right here, right now..." He snarls back and begins chanting and his hand reaches for Harry's head. Harry pales and screams.
"Legolas! The Binding!"
The Elf jumps up the body and then down, drawing his swords and nearly taking off Dumbledore's arm if he hadn't pulled back. He barks at his men to get Harry out of there as he stalks forward.
"Freak..." Dumbledore sneers.
"*$$ *( !" He spits back.
Albus sneers and then smirks darkly as he casts several spells, too quick for even the Elf to react to, his shields barely blocking them and without Harry, who clearly was the better defender, out of the way, he was sitting duck. He summons a ball of water to drown Legolas, Harry screaming in horror and fear as more Elves come and with the help of several Creatures manage to lift Aldeztaile's corpse enough to allow him to get a hand free, but it is too late!
Dumbledore knocks Legolas down and hisses, "Avada Kedavra..."
A flash of green...