Italicized: POV/Flashbacks/Thoughts/Spell

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POV: Harry Potter | Date: November 4th, 1998

Harry's eyes slowly opened as his Occlumency faded. He regained consciousness, peering around to find that he was no longer in the cavern system. Harry rested in a small room that appeared to be a large metal box. The bed he occupied was placed against the wall opposite of the door, a desk lay to its left with a pile of empty parchments and quills, and to the right of the bed was a second door leading into what looked like a bathroom. Taking a deep breath, Harry groaned. He was in pain. Well...not pain, but he was sore. No doubt from the fun Miranda had had with him the night before. He winced at the thought of it and tried not to throw up.

Slowly getting out of the bed, Harry moved into the bathroom, taking a piss and washing his hands before moving towards the desk. There, he found two letters placed within the drawer beneath. He dropped them onto the desk, intending to read them in a moment as he moved towards the door. Harry went to go for the doorknob but found nothing. No knob, no handle, nothing. The door was there but locked from the other side. Attempting to unlock it or blow it off its hinges, Harry found that it was completely sealed. No way out. He tried apparating, but nothing worked. Harry was trapped in here without a way out. Great. First, he was assaulted and then kidnapped.

Falling into the chair resting in front of the desk, he spun himself around before picking up the two letters. Both had his name on the envelope but in different handwriting. One was from Sirius. His handwriting had changed slightly in the past...twenty-one years - at least for Sirius - but it was still there. And the second person's handwriting was perfect, almost like a robot wrote it. Harry decided to open the second letter first, and frowned. He read hit to himself - obviously - because no one but him was in the room.

My dearest Harrison,

You have given me a great gift. You have given me a chance to bring back my dear Eva. I have been reaching this goal for many years, and have moved one step closer to achieving it. In return, I have given you a gift. One that I believe will satisfy your deepest desires, tailored specifically for you. I wish you the best of luck Harrison, for I will not see you for some time. I wish you will.

Love, Mother Miranda

Harry scoffed, peering down at himself. She had done it. She had used his lapse into unconsciousness to implant the Cadou within him. After a quick charm, he could see the Cadou in his abdomen, which had grown bigger without him noticing. Growling in anger, he knew he could do nothing. The Cadou had attached itself to his intestines, stomach, liver, and right lung. If he tried displacing it, he would risk killing himself, and he didn't want to risk his regenerative factor not working. So...he had to live with it. It hadn't killed Sirius, so he wasn't worried about that, and he had twenty times more powerful Occlumency charms than his godfather, so he wasn't worried about losing his mind to the thing. Harry just hoped that it wouldn't stay there like Moreau's. He liked his skinniness and didn't want to have a pot-belly at eighteen because of this thing.

Tearing open Sirius' letter, he began to read.

Harry,

I'm sorry. I know this will be hard for you to understand, especially after what happened between you and Mother Miranda last night, but I need you to know that everything will be fine. The Cadou will decompose over the course of one to four weeks unless you're unlucky like Moreau, but I doubt it. The cube is to merely keep you confined to avoid any infection or disease that rises from the Cadou from spreading to the village folks. Food and beverages can be retrieved from the desk drawers, and new clothes will be there for you when you wake up. Don't fall asleep on your stomach, it'll hurt. See you when the process is done.

Sincerely, Padfoot

Harry frowned, dropping the letter with disdain as he got up from the chair. He dropped onto 'his' bed and placed a hand on his abdomen. It was like carrying a baby...kind of because a Cadou was a baby. A Megamycete baby. Shaking his head, he rested his head on his pillow, before closing his eyes. Harry decided that the best option would be to just rest for however long it took for the transition to occur. Falling back into his Occlumency shields, he fell into unconsciousness, a smile passing over his face as he knew he would be able to rest.

POV: Harry Potter | Date: November 24th, 1998

"Rise and shine," A voice called out to him. Harry opened his eyes, blinking rapidly. His hand lay on his stomach, which had shrunken back down to its normal size. His eyes fell on the foot of the bed, where Sirius Black sat. He had his hand on Harry's ankle, no doubt trying to dull Harry's anger with contact cheering charms. He pulled his ankle away from Sirius, getting to his feet as he began to strain his neck. Harry felt different. He could feel the change, but couldn't put his finger on just how much had changed. He assumed Sirius would have the answers.

"Why would you let her do it, Sirius?" Harry asked.

"I didn't have a choice,"

"Bullshit. You're a wizard who could have cut her head off with the first sign of trouble. The Sirius I know would have stepped up against people like her. You did for Dumbledore," Harry explained.

"Miranda isn't Dumbledore. She's more powerful than both Dumbledore and Voldemort combined...times ten. She can do things those two could never hope to achieve. If I got in her way regarding you it wouldn't matter if I was your godfather, Lord Black, or a valuable asset. I would be dead so she could get what she wanted out of you. And she did," Sirius spoke. He pulled out a roll of paper and unrolled it to reveal two images along with a few paragraphs of notes. One image was a Cadou, the second was a baby.

"Oh god...a trade?" Harry question.

"Exactly. For your...essence, Miranda gave you the Megamycete essence. A child for a child,"

"So...we got each other pregnant?"

"That would be the basic definition, yes. You got her pregnant the night of the third, giving her a hopefully suitable child to carry the essence of Eva. And in return, she gave you the Megamycete essence, gifting you powers that shadow over whatever you got from Umbrella," Sirius explained. Harry nodded, guessing that that made sense. "You weren't unlucky. The Cadou decomposed after three weeks. The effects of the Cadou may or may not have fully set in yet, and I'm unsure of how your mutation will differ from mine given how you're not an Animagi. You...aren't, are you?"

"No. Not that I know of," Harry replied.

"Well then, I assume the mutation will allow you to do something that you're good at. Fly without a broom, better offensive magic, something like that,"

"I already have both of those. And I don't have to use those stupid black and white light show things you, the Order, and the Death Eaters use," Harry replied. He kicked off, hovering a foot off the floor as Sirius went wide-eyed. He dropped back down, noticing that the door was open. Harry moved past Sirius while the man protested, moving out of the 'cube' and into a large factory warehouse room. It was filled with junk, old workstations, and three doors. One sliding door leading outside, a set of double doors moving into a small room, and a single door leading further into the factory.

"Harry. You need to be tested. We're not sure how the Cadou affected you or your magic," Sirius spoke. "We need to make sure that you won't mutate into a Lycan or something," Harry frowned and shook his head. He didn't trust Sirius. Not after all this. But he too was curious as to how the Cadou had affected him. And so...he turned around and followed Sirius back into the cube. Harry took a seat at the desk, swiveling the chair to come face to face with Sirius...and Heisenberg. "Well, well, well. Look who woke up from his nap? I'm assuming from the lack of a fat stomach and fat back, the Cadou's gone. Congratulations, you didn't mutate into a walking fist like Moreau," Heisenberg spoke.

"Yeah, can we get this testing of yours over with so I can go home? I've got a lovely girlfriend waiting for me, and I have a friend and a little girl to rescue. So the sooner we get this done, the better," Harry said, rolling up his sleeves as Heisenberg set his hammer down against the wall. "Well, kid. What do you say you give us a little show? Show us what you're made of?"

"I don't need the Cadou to do that," Harry replied, clenching his fist angrily. A small breeze spread through the cube as Heisenberg looked around, letting out a small chuckle as he turned to Sirius, who was watching Harry carefully. "Well, looks like the kid can control the wind. Wouldn't happen to be a spell you people can do is it?"

"If it was a spell, it would be more powerful. Even dialing down his magic, it wouldn't be this dull," Sirius replied.

"So...are we going to get started or what?" Harry asked, starting to get annoyed by the fact that nothing was happening. He could feel his magic brewing, and knew that the more he got angry or annoyed, the more likely it would be for him to explode on someone. And that would most likely be on Heisenberg, Miranda, the vampires, and maybe even Sirius. The only people he could trust in this world were Claire, Jill, and the rest of the group back at Raccoon City. After a few more moments, the three got to work trying to figure out just what had changed during the mutation. His...second mutation. It proved to be more difficult than not because the testing period took about a week.

POV: Harry Potter | Date: December 1st, 1998

"Ok...so, we've gone through a week of testing, and have come to a few conclusions," Sirius explained. "We've discovered that you've gained immense knowledge attributed by the Megamycete, increased proficiency with healing, warding magic, and a better understanding of Arithmancy, Charms, even more so Defense, Potions, both muggle and magic history, Ancient Runes, your art is exquisite unlike before, your proficient in muggle arithmetic, sciences, and English. You can shapeshift - though not as well as a metamorphmagus - but not good enough to control it fully. You can mimic voices, control the wind and water, increased strength, speed, endurance, durability, and agility, prolonged longevity from magical scans, as well as what ancient mythology calls 'Shadowmancy'. The ability to control shadows, or 'darkness',"

"So...I'm really smart, better at magic, better at school stuff, can shapeshift, mimic people's voices, control a few elements, increased abilities, and senses, even further decreased aging, and I can call shadows/darkness. If you want to tell me the obvious then write a note. I'm busy," Harry drawled. He was leaning over his desk, drawing circles over a map of the world. He had three circles in North America, two in South America, seven in Europe - unfortunately -, one in Africa and two in Asia. Harry drew a fourth in North America around Chicago, Illinois.

"What exactly are you working on?" Sirius asked. "And why are you messing with my maps?"

"They're my maps now because I'm using them. These are probably ten years old, and when I fished them out of your office, they were buried under a pile of rubbish with dust all over 'em. I doubted you would miss them," Harry replied in annoyance as he drew another circle around Hong Kong. "As for what I'm doing, I'm doing what you never could or tried to do. I'm finding a way home,"

"Impossible. The veil's closed and there's no way back. I looked for years," Sirius spoke.

"Nothing's impossible," Harry said. "I've been mapping out these for the past few days. They're pockets. I've been able to sense them through my magic and sometimes shadows. You said you arrive here through a window. That means you fell through either glass or a reflective surface. And I arrive in the cavern where our Ministry of Magic is located. There was water there that night from a rainstorm. Alpha Team's flashlights and floodlights were causing a reflection in the water on the cavern floor. This means that any spatial rift between worlds reside only in reflective surfaces,"

"So...hundreds of trillions of mirrors, windows, bodies of waters, glasses, or anything reflective," Sirius pointed out.

"True, and normally one would think it is pointless to search for something like this. But I have magic, and can thus sense spatial rifts with the help of my shadows. I've been able to locate sixteen spatial rifts across the globe. There's no certainty that any of them go back to our world, but it's worth exploring," Harry explained. "Get back to our friends, school, our lives, back to the fight against Voldemort,"

"And...Azkaban," Sirius droned.

"We're faster, smarter, and stronger than we were before, Sirius. We can track down and kill Voldemort easily, track down and capture Pettigrew, appeal to the Wizengamot, and get your free. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy," Harry replied. Sirius frowned but gave his godson a nod in agreement. Harry grinned, glad to see that he was at least right in one instance. It seemed the people that were always right were Mother Miranda, Sirius, Heisenberg, and Harry himself. In that order. It annoyed Harry greatly, but he decided to just turn a cheek.

"You need to get outside. You haven't been out since you got here," Sirius told him. "You look like you just rubbed cream over your body. You need a tan,"

"What I need is to go back to the people I care about. Not be stuck here looking over you and your partners' robo-army. But noooo, godfather Padfoot knows best. 'We should run more tests, pup!', 'We need to make sure you're fine!', 'We need to make sure you didn't react badly to the Cadou!', 'Get on the treadmill, Harry! We need to make sure you don't die of fatigue or lung failure!'". I'm tired of being cooped up in here, but I'm not going out to explore that brainwashed village, or those crazy vampires, the hallucination-inducing lady with her dolls, or the crazy fish-man," Harry explained.

"I needed to make sure. Can't have you dying on me," Sirius replied with a sigh.

"Right. Because you, Heisenberg, Mother Miranda, or all three of you need me for some nefarious plan. I had enough of those with Dumbledore and the Weasleys," Harry said, running his hand through his hair. After a moment, Harry took a deep breath and slowly got to his feet. Sirius was right. He needed to get outside. More importantly, he needed to find one of the many portals he had located in his time at the factory. After a few moments, Harry moved past Sirius out of the main office of the factory, stepping outside for the first time in ages. Light shining into his eyes, Harry disappeared with the turn of his heal alongside a Pop!

POV: Harry Potter | Date: December 1st, 1998

He appeared on the edge of a balcony on the south side of Castle Dimitrescu. Harry didn't care to pay a visit to the four vampires within but thought that the large balcony on the side of the large castle would offer a nice view. If it wasn't for the fact that he knew for certain that no vampires lived within Hogwarts, he would have been reminded of the old castle. The view was nice though. The mountains in the distance, the factory, the reservoir, Beneviento's home, and the happy and bustling village below. It was all an amazing spectacle...one covering up darkness, lies, and corruption. His sightseeing was interrupted by the sound of metal on concrete. Harry sighed, turning his head to spot the new arrival.

Alcina Dimitrescu was moving down the balcony, her left-hand talons sliding over the wall as she marched towards him. A grin was plastered over her face, and she had dried blood on her right cheek. "Well, well, well. Look who escaped the clutches of my dear brother? Thought you could enjoy the view?" Alcina asked, marching towards him with determination. Harry growled in annoyance, turning towards her as he began to increase in size. Entering his first mutated form, Harry stood at 9' 7", an inch taller than the tall lady. She visibly tensed at this, slowing to a stop as her right talons extended. Harry clenched his fists, anger spilling out of him as he spoke. "I did actually. I was hoping I wouldn't be interrupted,"

"You're in my castle," She countered, clearly afraid to be outright angry.

"I was enjoying the view on a balcony. No harm done. Now leave me alone so I can enjoy the weather, or I'll throw you down to get you off my tail," Harry replied. He turned back to the balcony, placing his hands down on the railing as he continued to watch the village folk below. They were all busy, children were playing, carriages riding. It was peaceful. "They're delicious," Alcina spoke, moving beside him as she leaned forward to watch them as well. "I'm sure you were thinking about it. My daughters and I like men the most. Their blood is delicious. Perfect for business,"

"So that wine you sell. It's blood,"

"Of course," She replied as if it was obvious.

"Isn't blood thick? How do you pass it off as wine?" Harry questioned.

"Well, one never reveals their secrets to strangers. Even if that stranger is the godson of your brother," Alcina replied. Harry scoffed but didn't question anything else as he continued to watch the village. After a few moments, Alcina let out a chuckle. "I should have known...you were given a Cadou, weren't you?" Harry nodded, not willing to talk about it. "You don't know, do you? Did Black not say? Or did even he not know?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Harry told her honestly.

"Well...my daughters would love you. Perhaps you should come inside," Alcina replied with a grin.

"I'll pass. I have a girl back home," Harry said.

"Hmm...how unfortunate. Though I'm sure when you figure it out, you won't complain," Alcina answered. Harry raised an eyebrow, not being sure of what she meant. Did she mean that she and her daughters would brainwash him? Or did she mean that he would discover something that he would like/need to look into? Harry wasn't sure which one was worse. But his damned curiosity got the better of him. "What are you talking about?" He asked. It was Alcina's turn to raise an eyebrow before her stoic expression widened into a grin.

"Your power. It's attractive. Inviting even. You can't see it yet, given your seclusion in the factory, but you will in time," Alcina told him. Harry frowned. Some sort of seduction power? Or a type of pheromone manipulation that attracted people to him? He would have to talk to Sirius about it. It would make sense. Being a psychopath like Miranda - who is the subject of everyone's love - would only want the person who perhaps gave her her daughter back to be the subject of love as well. Or lust. Or both. It was sick given the situation. If he could find a way to reverse it or even find a way to suppress it, he would need Sirius' help. Or maybe even Heisenberg's help. Harry decided he would bring it up later.

"Hmm...I can see the gears spinning," Alcina spoke.

"Yeah, yeah. Your vision is amazing, I get it. So this seduction power is attracting you? And your daughters?"

"No, not me. My will is stronger than theirs, and thus I can withstand your mediocre attempts to seduce me. My daughters, however, have simple minds, and thus they have simple wills. That is the case for most women that aren't subjected to the Cadou," Alcina replied. 'Or people without Occlumency' Harry thought. So he was using compulsion charms to attract females to him, drawing them in by a tether of lust. It sounded awful, especially if it happened to all women. People who are married, celibate, young girls - that would possibly kill him -, in relationships, or older women. He didn't want to deal with angry boyfriends or husbands and definitely didn't want to deal with angry parents or kids. This wouldn't end well.

"I'm sure they would love to meet you," Alcina trailed, her smile expanding as she turned towards him. Harry's eyes twitch, his fingers twitching against the railing as he smiled. He turned towards her and decided it would be worthwhile to explore the castle in its entirety. After all, he knew this castle was nowhere as large as Hogwarts and knew he would be able to get through it all in a single night. Harry followed behind the tall vampire woman, his eyes traveling south as he spotted one of her four most valuable assets. The third was her face. The fourth was her hat. It was large. They all were, given her increased body size. Harry grinned, his neck twitching slightly as his fists clenched.

They moved into a set of chambers through a balcony door. The room was as white and gold as the rest of the castle, with a set of double doors to the right. A couch to the left against the balcony wall, a desk with an attached mirror facing the left wall, a few small tables, a white wardrobe on the opposite wall. And beside that was a black dress identical to the white one she was wearing, situated on a mannequin. Harry grinned. "I think black would go with the hat and the hair. Better contrast with the white skin and yellow eyes," He pointed out, bending down like Alcina to get into the chamber through the balcony doors. Harry shrunk down to his normal size and was caught off guard when three swarms of flies began to swim around him.

Giggling past through the room as Alcina crossed her arms, a grin passing over her face as she watched the scene. Three bodies began to form in the swarms before three women dropped down onto the ground. Daniela, Bela, and Cassandra. They all surrounded him, their hands going all over him. Harry remained still, a smile appearing on his face as he felt himself lift off of the ground. He was pulled out of the room to the right, giggles moving around him as he moved down a set of stairs. Harry was flown by the daughters out into a courtyard and to the left, into a dining room and the castle's Main Hall. They descended to the entrance hall, veering to the right and into another hallway. They moved into the living room, turning left into a bedchamber.

He was dropped onto the bed, the three girls dropping out of their swarms directly onto him. Cassandra took the lead, straddling his waist while Bela dropped onto his side, licking the side of his neck before moving into a kiss. Harry cast a quick and powerful cleaning charm on the three of them, their mouths appearing brand new and without blood. Daniela grabbed the legs of his pants, pulling them down before slipping them off. Harry merely leaned back, letting the three do their work as Alcina entered the room, ducking her body to get through the door. She sat down at the foot of the bed, watching her three daughters and Harry as the four fooled around. He thought it would be a satisfying night.