Har-Zod: Kryptons Wizard

Ch. 1 Confirming ones blood

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Author's Note: This is a re-edit of this chapter. I placed it last night just before I left for work, so when I got ff, I noticed there were several misspells and unnecessary words and whatnot placed throughout this chapter. I am fixing that as I will also be working on more updates of other work. So please, bare with me.

Ch. 1 Confirming ones blood

"How is this possible?" Astra asked, shock apparent in her eyes and voice with a bit of force, as the one claiming to be the son of Zod and herself, turned away, ignoring the demanding question, and looked towards the downed form of Agent Alex Danvers of the D.E.O.. Examining her with his eyes X-Rayl vision, he noticed that a familiar spike from an humanoid alien was sticking out of her leg. Bending down and looking closer at the spike, he recognized the species of which the stinger originated from, having learned of most of the various alien species, their physiology, and their capabilities, up to and including Kryptonians from his late biological fathers personality based AI and the things it taught him.

"Hellgrammite." he whispered harshly. Looking around and stretching out his senses, he picked up its heartbeat after separating the creatures heartbeat from the surrounding areas sounds as well as the sounds of the wounded female Agent, his cousin Kara Zor-El, and his mother Astras' own heartbeats. In doing so, he found the creature and focusing his now open eyes upward upon where the alien humanoid was perched upon the ceiling rafters, he threw out his left palm. A focused red beam of magical energy flew from his open palm and outstretched fingers, and faster than a blink of an eye, the pulse of red energy struck and washed over the creatures body, causing it to fall unconscious immediately.

It fell from where it was perched within the warehouse ceiling and hit the cold unforgiving concrete hard. With a wiggle of a finger in the universal language of 'Come here', the unconscious alien slid towards him and the Agent it had kidnapped earlier in the night. It's body spun uncontrollably as it was magically dragged along the ground up to and beside its former victim and the supposed 'Son' of his employer, until it was mere feet away from them. His emerald green eyes flashed for just a moment, in a brighter glow than was natural, as he made sure it was alive and relatively unharmed. He then thrust out his hand once more and shot out a lengthy rope that was non-existent just a moment ago, a rope that just so happened to have acted upon his will. The 'conjured' rope wrapped around and bound the Hellgrammite from its chest to its waist, its arms and hands also bound to its body in the process. He then turned his attention back to the hurt and now stunned Agent, his eyes traveling to the leg and the spike that still inhabited it. Her lifes blood seeping around the stinger itself.

"Wh-Who and what are you?" the black clad Agent Danvers asked.

"You may have heard this before from Kal-El, but I'm a friend." he answered sheepishly with an toothy grin. With a wave of his right hand over his left and another conjuring affect and a small, tan colored leather bit materialized in his open hand before her eyes. He grasped it in one hand between two fingers and held it out to her, "Bite down on this. I'm going to yank the stinger out of your leg. But, it's going to hurt."

Seeing her look into his eyes, and not reacting due to lack of trust, he then spoke again, "I'm not here to hurt you. You're the adopted sister of my cousin. We're practically family. If I wanted to harm you, I would have done it years ago. I'm grateful and technically indebted to you and your parents for taking care of Kara where Kal, my mother, and I could not."

Somehow, his words and reassurance managed to convince and persuade her as she looked deeply into his emerald eyes that she had never seen on any other being before, eyes that seemed to pull you in when gazed upon, and took the bit from his outstretched open hand, placed it into her mouth, and clamped her teeth down on it. He grasped her now free hand after wrapping his other hand around the stinger, "On three."

She nodded as she gripped his hand tightly, not that he could feel any gripping pain due to his body's molecular density.

"One..."

"Two..." she counted down with him in a muffled voice due to the bit in her mouth.

"By the way, my name is Har-Zod." he said, making her eyes widen before he hollered, "Three." As he pulled, Alex Danvers cried out as the stinger came free, her teeth clenching over the leathery bit thanks in no small part to the pain she felt. Smidgens of blood flew about as he withdrew the stinger that he then threw away with a disgusted expression, not bothering to worry about where he threw it. But Kara did and reminded herself to retrieve it once her sister was seen to.

His left hand then went to a satchel at his side that he opened. He pulled out a vial of some form of viscous liquid and held it out to her.

"What is that?" Kara asked as she knelt to her sisters side.

"Essence of Dittany. It will heal the leg, leaving it blemish free, no scarring to worry about."

"Dittany? Wait, you're a Wizard?" the elder Danvers sister asked with a gasp. "How's that even possible? I thought Kryptonians had a bad reaction to magic."

"You know about the Wizarding Realm, Agent Danvers?" he asked perplexed.

"You'd be surprised by what the D.E.O. knows." she replied. "And you didn't answer my question."

"Nor mine." Astra argued, causing all three to look at her and then each other. "And Har-Zod? That's what he named you?"

Her son nodded with a shrug, "His AI anyway."

"Wait just a second," Kara sputtered. "W-What does she mean? Wizard, Wizarding Realm. You mean Magic's real?" her hands and arms played out as she was entirely confused.

"Of course it is, cousin." You know how the old saying about Horatio and all that trot goes. There is more in this world than you can possibly believe. It is all around you, and you can't even see it. It's not so surprising now that I think about it, that an Agency like the Department of Extra-normal Operations would know about our world." he answered with a gentle smile. "Even the President of the United States knows, as do all or most of the worlds leaders." he raised a hand that hovered over her wound as clean water flew from his finger tips and formed into a miniature sphere or ball of fluidly flowing water, that he then lowered over the open wound, the water cleansing and washing away all the built up blood from where the wound once existed.

The cleansing he performed ensured that no infection would have set in. Once done, he absconded with the now tainted water, throwing it over his shoulder in an opposite direction away from the others, not bothering to care where it landed, wherein he then uncorked the vial and began to slowly drop small drips of the pale fluid over her leg and into the wound. All three women watched with wide and amazed eyes as the magical potion went to work almost immediately upon contact with the elder Danvers sisters skin, stitching the said skin together until the wound was no more. Agent Danvers leg was soon enough, as promised, unmarked, with the swelling and bruising dying down until her skin was back to its natural pigmentation.

"Gotta admit, that's kinda handy." she said after her and Kara ran their fingers over the flawless skin. Her Kryptonian sister helped her to rise as Harry stood and stoppered the now empty vial and slipped it back into the pouch at his waist.

Turning back to his mother, as did Kara and a now standing Agent Danvers that was slightly leaning into Kara whom was testing out her healed leg, happy that there was no pain as she stood, as Har-Zod then walked up to her, "There's a lot that you don't know." he said as he grasped both of her hands in his, "But I promise, I'll tell you whatever you want to know as soon as I can, mother. All that I ask is that you and Kara be patient and give me a chance to find somewhere to set up arrangements here in National City for a few days, and when I am settled, I'll call for my friend Dobby, a house elf, and yes Kara, elves are very real," he said as he gave her a sideways glance with a bashful smile.

Alex smiled at her sister who had the good graces to look down, her face turning a slight shade of pink.

He continued, "He's among one of my best friends and closest confidants. He will to come for each of you with invitations. As it is, the media in of itself will be reporting my trip to National City under the guise of my human identity, that of Lord Harold James Potter-Black. So keep a weather eye on the news for the next few days."

Alex gasped in shock as she knew that name, and in turn, knew of the man before her.

He then hesitated a bit, looked into Astras eyes and then placed a palm over his right hip where a small sheathed dagger was clipped onto the belt that held his pants in place. Removing the sheathed weapon from his belt, he then removed the blade from its sheath and raised it to where all three could see it, "This is Goblin Mithril. Meaning it's a magical metal forged into a blade. Said metal has the capabilities of taking on any form or property it comes in contact with. It is also one of several kinds of magical items or in this case, weapons that can pierce the skin of a Kryptonian and given enough incentive, even harm and or kill our kind." And with this startling revelation, before any of the three ladies could stop him, with a 'grunt', forcefully ran the dagger, blade first, over an open palm, allowing his blood to flow freely into the open air and onto the blade. He coated the dagger thoroughly in his blood and then whispered a spell in what Alex was sure was Latin, over the blood soaked metal so as to ensure a form of stasis came over the now blood stained blade, as he then re-sheathed it and held it out to Astra.

"So that you can confirm my parentage and my words before I tell you anything else." he said.

Kara, whom had winced at seeing him cut open his palm so calmly as Astra took the dagger in hand, then was shocked as he turned to her and her sister. He then conjured from the air, a lengthy clear vial and a brown rubber stopper. Filling the vial with an substantial amount of his blood before clenching his hand closed and muttering another spell, he then once more opened his hand to allow all three women to see his hand blood free with unblemished and unscarred skin. Before they could ask how he did so, he stoppered the vial and held it out to Alex. The vial lifted out from his open hand and slowly levitated over to, stopped, and hovered before the elder Danvers sister who took the vial gingerly in hand, holding it in two fingers from the stopper and the vials ending as if it was a delicate item, when in reality, she was wanting to test it for fingerprints in order to possibly get an identification of this man whom called himself Kara's cousin and Astra's son.

"That's for the same purpose and a show of good faith between us, Agent Danvers." he said as he must have read her expression and knew what she really intended for the vial.

He turned back to Kara, "What I said before, the same goes for the both of you as well as your boss, Ms. Danvers." His eyes still lingering on Kara before looking upon Alex once more. Then, turning back to his mother, he smiled sadly and kissed her right cheek. He did the same for Kara after walking up to her, and then warmly grasping Alex's outstretched hand in a sign of respect. A moment later, as he backed away, he raised his head to the ceiling in which he crashed through, with his arms at his side, he shot off through the damaged roof in a blur, right through the same hole he created half an hour earlier, and disappeared into the night. The sound of a sonic boom being heard a second later following his departure.

A few seconds later, when all three finished looking up, Astra lowered her eyes and gazed at both young women while tightly grasping the sheathed weapon that held her supposed sons blood, "Until we see each other again, Little One." She too raised her head as well as an arm and flew up and out of the same hole as the one who claimed to be her son.

There was a sound of footsteps approaching as both girls laid eyes on the Director of the D.E.O. Hank Henshaw and several heavily armed Agents as they approached, all with their weapons shouldered, yet only Henshaw had lowered his to his side when the all clear was given, "What happened? What did we miss?" he demanded.

Back at D.E.O. Headquarters

"His name is Sir Harold James Potter, son of the deceased Lord James Charlus and Lady Lily Marie Potter-Evans of Stinchcombe, England. Grandparents Fleamont and Euphemia Potter whose deaths were listed as unknown causes, but also listed as possible foul play by the then head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement or the DMLE for short. Har-Zod, aka Harry Potter, Age 35, a Knight of the Crown. Married to a Lady Rias Potter-Gremory. Godson to Lord Sirius Orion Black whom is also a second cousin through his deceased Uncle Charlus Potter and his wife Dorea Potter-Black who is also deceased." Alex Danvers stated With a small remote in hand, she clicked a button on the remote she had in hand that pulled up a picture of the man claiming to be Kara's cousin on a plasma screen monitor, revealing another segment of the file she had managed to scrounge up after getting the proper clearance through MI-5 and MI-6.

Before getting on finding out the identity of the being known as Har-Zod, they had placed the Hellgramite in a cell specifically designed by the specifications of what they could recover from the wreckage of Fort Rozz. The gathered individuals of the Danvers sisters and Director Hank Henshaw, as well as several Agents aiding in gathering as much information as they can concerning the son of Zod, now stood within the main Control Room of the hidden base.

"Former resident of Godrics Hollow where his parents were found murdered when he was just a babe, and then handed to his mothers relatives in Surrey, England by one Albus Percival Wulfric Bryan Dumbledore, where from the age of one and a half years old until eleven years of age, he spent in the company of his Aunt Petunia Dursley-Evans and her husband Vernon Dursley and their son Dudley."

Here she pulled up their information complete with photo's, "Where in all records of him ceased for a time after his eleventh birthday, at least for the next four to five years where things get more interesting." she continued. "Through what I was able to gather from the British Intelligence, his parents and possibly his grandparents on Lily Potter-Evans side, were murdered by a magical terrorist or Dark Wizard, a one Thomas Marvolo Riddle whom became a self proclaimed Dark Lord by the name of Lord Voldemort within Britains Wizarding World.

Riddle went on a killing spree with people he himself personally marked. His followers known as Death Eaters, some of whom we now know were also connected to Gellert Grindewald via his Knights of Walpurgis, openly began and caused a reign of terror all throughout Europe during the early 1970s. It is now known of course through various Intelligence Agencies, that Mr. Grindewald was in fact one of several men responsible for Adolph Hitlers rise to power before and during World War Two. From the shared information courtesy of MI-5 and 6, the events that took place in Harry's life was all due to a prophecy heard by two individuals, possibly three, of which spoke about one of two children born at the end of July, that would have the power to end the then recent so called Dark Lord.

Though the aforementioned Dark Lord and the Prophecy in of itself could have spoke of anyone, either past, present, and or future. But because the Headmaster of Hogwarts, the also aforementioned Albus Dumbledore who strongly believed in prophecies, destiny, and wanted to once again be seen as a hero so much without taking the prophecy and letting the Department of Mysteries have to study as was protocol concerning newly revealed prophecy's, decided to take and control the intended recipient that the prophecy spoke of, in this case, Har-Zod."

She continued as images were revealed of the old man from Harrys files. "He of course perpetrated the deaths of all of the Potters in order to control Harry, not stopping Riddle and his followers from trying to act on it when he had the chance, coaxed it and nourished the prophecy to come to pass, resulting in Harry's family being targeted, making the newborn Potter child and Heir not just the sole survivor of the Potter Clan, but an orphan as well. It was revealed several years ago, through an intensive, and yet exhaustive investigation into the late Headmaster of Europes former extinguished school of magic, that Albus Dumbledore did in fact have a hand in Fleamont and Euphemia's death as a way to control their son James, though their original cause of death was listed as Dragon Pox, a magical and much more deadly virus, compared to the mundane form of the chicken pox virus. But the Dragon Pox virus in of itself for the moment as we know it, can only be contracted by those with a magical core or born of a magical family. In the long run, Dumbledores plans fell through half-way as Potter took back his life just as he was returning to the Wizarding World. Dumbledore hid his many skeletons well that took many years to uncover, but with a bit of help from a formerly shamed reporter and former Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts, many of the old mans sick and twisted crimes were brought out into the light, forever smearing and damaging both his family name and reputation, for all time."

Another click of the remote showed the image of the terrorist and his followers and the death toll, as well as the names of their victims, the starting point of which began in the late 60's and ended on the night of Halloween night of 1981 and his attempted re-emergence. "Tom Riddle almost made a return to the terror scene during Harry's fourth year in magical schooling on June 24th, 1995. The newly recognized Lord Potter not only single-handedly defeated the one whom tried to aid in Riddles return, that person being Peter William Pettigrew, but also single-handedly apprehended Tom Riddle himself in his weakened form as he was currently without a more permanent body, but had been left to sustain itself by having two of his at then current followers find and kill a newly made family and through the use of dark magic, kidnapped their newborn baby, killing it and transmutating its body into an at then unstable humonculous. The newborn childs corpse turned humonculi was so unstable from the alchemic process it underwent, that he had to use his snake familiars milk in order to maintain his then newly mutated form. Harry, who was forced into participating in the Tri-Wizard Tournament, was done so thanks to a poly-juiced teacher or impersonator, who was in fact Barty Crouch Jr., who was posing as a former Auror and temporarily hired as a teacher for the entire year that the Tri-Wizard Tournament took place. Barty Crouch Jr.," here an image of the magical terrorist came upon the screen, "a known terrorist thought long dead but was actually hidden in his fathers home after being secreted out of the Wizard Prison known as Azkaban while his ailing mother took his place after ingesting Poly-Juiced Potion wherein she died days later, still disguised as him. The former prison inmate was constantly cursed with the Unforgiveable known as the Imperious by his father, Jr. broke free of his fathers control and managed to capture a most seasoned veteran of Magical Britains greatest Aurors, stole samples of his hair, and took his place as the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher while keeping the former Auror and Dark Wizard Catcher in a magically expanded trunk for the entire year, keeping him barely alive until Harry and others broke the real Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody free and made sure to get him the necessary medical aid he required."

Supergirl whom had been paying attention to her sisters explanations, and had somewhat become rather pale and sickened at what she was now hearing, especially in concerns of what had happened to the baby that Tom Riddle had violated after its murder, looked at the photos of the Dursleys a bit more and noticed something odd, "What about the Dursleys, what became of them?"

Turning from the screen to look at her sister and back to the screen, Alex pulled up the information, "An anonymous phone call was sent to the legal authorities the day before Harry disappeared for his schooling, while holding off his Uncle. Vernon Dursley, a former employee of Grunnings, a drilling company that Harry unknowingly owned a large portion of at the time due to the Potters ability to invest in promising mundane businesses, was a very violent and obese individual. Police reports revealed that Harry was a victim of both physical and psychological abuse. His wife and in turn his son, perpetrated acts of violence upon Harry until his Kryptonian powers awoke and saved his life. Upon returning home from his first visit to Gringotts, that's the Wizarding Bank run by Goblins," she stated before continuing.

"Harry, upon his return home, called the Constable and Local Law Enforcement upon his relatives for the years of abuse he sustained. From what I can tell, Vernon and or his wife may have said or did something to set him off because when Vernon attacked, Harry fought back without striking or injuring his Uncle. He must have waited until his Kryptonian hearing picked up the sound of approaching Law Enforcement vehicles before he allowed himself to be seen and heard being assaulted by Dursley while the House phone was off the hook. The sound of the abuse caused the police to storm the property and apprehend Vernon Dursley and in turn, his wife who panicked in seeing her husband tackled and apprehended by the police."

"An investigation into the Dursleys home revealed that for all the years he spent with his human mothers family, he spent in the cupboard under the stairs with Harrys name written in crayon, declaring it his room. It was infested with spiders and all sorts of things no one should have to live with. He was their personal cook since he could learn to walk and think, he was also their slave as he performed all their chores for them.

One could hear a 'crunch' and then a 'snap' as the table Kara leaned on lost a chunk of itself, a chunk that just so happens to be now held in Kara's hand in a tight grip as everyone who looked, could see her eyes blazing with unbridled anger, fury, and sizzling heat. 'How dare they. How dare those...those animals do all of those things to her kin, her blood!' she shouted mentally. The Directors eye twitched, and yet went unnoticed as she ranted and raged internally.

"Ms. Danvers, I know you're angry at what the Dursley's have done to Harry, but I need you to calm yourself down." the D.E.O. Director Hank Henshaw stated as he held his hands up in a placating gesture to try and calm the Girl of Steel.

"Kara, you should know, the blood test came back." her adopted sister jumped in, "There is a definitive familial match. He is your cousin, and most likely Astra's son. However he came into being, he is for all intents and purposes, your biological family."

"The Dursley's, Agent Danvers?" Henshaw asked as Alex came to her sisters side and held her in a one arm grip, rubbing her back in order to support her sister as Kara broke down and held her, her form shaking as she cried into her sisters arms.

"Both Dursleys are still in prison for child abuse, neglect, torture, animal abuse, illegal child labor, and several other crimes. Vernon Dursleys sister Marge Dursley it was soon learned had a part to play in the abuse as well as she illegally bred wild bulldogs, one of whom she encouraged and enjoyed watching attack Harry, biting him and forcing him to climb trees in order to get away. When the Police learned this, a warrant for her arrest was put out and she was apprehended. Her animals were confiscated and euthanized. She was charged with several Felonies including child endangerment and illegal dog breeding without a proper permit."

"Dudley had went into an orphanage and after many years of therapy and deprogramming, has since became an positively active member of society. With Harry's help, he's opened several charities for child abuse victims, orphaned children, and others."

"So, what you're saying is, out of all of the Dursley's, Dudley Dursley is the only one to make peace with Mr. Potter?" the Director asked.

"Yes sir, though if just, they're still some tension due to some mistrust of magic, a force Dudley still fears and yet still doesn't understand." she answered as Kara pulled away slightly in order to regain composure over herself. Her sister handed over a handkerchief so that she may dry her eyes and clean herself up a bit. "It would seem that not only has he made peace with Potter after reaching out to and gaining his attention, he went so far as to drop his fathers name and taken on his mothers maiden name, Evans. This was done in order to erase any connections to his parents and begin anew. As well as to honor his Aunt, whom he hoped would have done differently had Petunia and Lily's role been reversed."

After another half hour of perusing Harry's file, Henshaw had the file closed and sealed. He informed his senior Agent that the file was to be returned to the British after Potter's file was to be copied. The copy was to be locked up while the original was sent back to British Intelligence. But one thought did bother the Director, how was it that Mr. Potter knew of the D.E.O. and for how long has he known of its existence?

Alex met back up with Kara later that night after she had left as she told both Alex and Henshaw that she needed a moment to herself back at her apartment as she began to mentally go over what she had just learned about her newly discovered cousin and the life he lived. Internally, she was disgusted with all that she had learned and had vowed to do all she could to be there for and support her newly discovered cousin.

Back at Astra's stronghold

Pulling out the blade from its sheath as she strode into the medical room of her hideout, she raised it up and gazed upon it as it still held the blood, still looking fresh as the moment the blood was drawn. Calling over the Doctor within her base of operations, she held out the weapon, side-like, her hand curled along the pommel.

"Doctor, I need the blood on this weapon analyzed."

Taking it in hand, he looked upon the blade itself and rotated it in his hands several times, "Fascinating. Exquisite craftsmanship. And for what purpose am I to analyze the blood for?" he asked.

"I need the blood on this blade tested for a DNA familial comparison and recognition."

"And to whom am I to compare it to?"

Taking a deep breath, she answered, "Myself and General Zod."

His eyes widening a bit in shock, he replied, "I see."

As he turned around and lowered the dagger on a glowing table, holographical information rose as he began his testing of the blood.

"So, Zod really did it, it would seem." a voice spoke out from the shadows.

Turning around, her hair whipping about with her turning, she growled out, "You knew?"

"That Zod had a Fallback plan already in motion in the off chance that the coup was thwarted? Yes, I did." A man in a tight black Kryptonian suit with a coat of arms upon his left breast. The shield had two worlds merged together with a smaller one beneath it with a line through the much smaller planet. The Coat of Arms, like all Kryptonians, was inside of a diamond format, though his was was was red. The one whom spoke walked into the light. He had blond hair, trimmed short, standing at 6'2, with a casual warrior build.

"Why didn't you ever tell me? I had a right to know, Non."

"There was no guarantee that the plan would succeed. Even if your bastard child survived, there was no guarantee the fetus would survive the journey, let alone make it's way to Earth, or be born in the womb of a human."

'SMACK' "How dare you?" she shot out with a snarl, pulling her hand back and curling it into a fist.

She would have struck him again had he not caught the wrist, "Once was a given 'freebie', as the humans say. But don't think I won't retaliate upon the second strike,..Wife." She yanked her arm back as she glared at her husband, for once, being ashamed of their joining as he had apparently aided Zod in stealing a piece of her and her not knowing, as was her right.

A cough drew their attention as the Doctor waited for them to turn in his direction. Both did so as he inhaled and spoke, "It is conclusive. The blood on the blade shows that whomever it is derived from, is the offspring of Generals Zod and Astra-Non nee In-Ze. There also seems to be some form of energy within the blood that I cannot understand or quantify."

"Magic." Astra blurted out, causing both men to look at her questioningly, "Apparently he was born among a magical population here on Earth, and with his accent, I'd say it was somewhere within Great Britain. No doubt from one of the covens of which he was born into that is currently hidden, even from our senses and our instruments sensors. And if Earths history is to be believed, it was because of the pasts Witch trials. Where innocent Women and some men were burned at the stake for possessing magic and supposedly for being in league with the Devil, Devils, and or demons. As is the old motto concerning normal mundane humans, the magical population and or covens hid all over the world through some form of...magical shields or wards, because it is written that it is in human nature to fear that which normal humans cannot or will not understand, and so must act on that fear with hate and misunderstanding. And in order to protect their species, the Homo-Magi were forced into hiding."

Seeing the Doctor and her husband looking at her with stunned expressions, she demanded, "What? I read. I've had nothing but time on my hands and searched the the worlds libraries when I had the free time to do so."

"Huh?" Non huffed. "So, it's not just aliens that are hiding amongst the humans, so have their cousins, these...Homo-Magi, due to fear and that fear turning into a fear of history repeating itself time and time again. Fascinating."

The Doctor returned the knife to the General as she dismissed him. With a bow, he left the room as Astra held the blade in her open hand as if with reverence. "I have a son." she repeated this phrase several times until it brought a tear to her eyes. She returned it to its sheath as she held it to her heart and smiled as a lone tear fell.

"Imagine what we could learn from him. He could be a God among the humans." Non said as he stood at Astras side and turned his body to face her. "A King."

"That will remain to be seen." she said as she began to visualize her son as she also did not miss the ring he wore on his ring finger and wondered, whom did her son marry, and of what species? There would be questions to be asked, and she would get her answers. She just had to be patient. He promised he would come for her when he was ready in a day or so.

"My son." she whispered as her grin widened.

Here is chapter two re-edited. The next chapter will be uploaded as soon as I can, which might take a day or 2. It will have Harry begin his full story with his family that will take quite a few pages as this one had six and a half, but the next chapter will be more, maybe even double the amount of pages. Let me know what you think by leaving reviews. Until next time.