Title: PV01 - Rising
Series: Phoenix-Verse
Author: Lucifael (lucifael75 )
Website: .
Summary: Having lived a very long life in his home, Harry adventures to new pastures and starts a new life full of fun, intriuge and heros.
Disclaimer: All recognisable media, TV, Comics and their characters belong to their rightful owners, which isn't Lucifael, also I make no money from this venture it's freely shared entertainment only.
Warnings: Nothing Too Much
Tags: Action/Adventure/Character
Genre: Adventure
Rating: FR18 - M

Cottage, Godric's Hollow, Wales, UK

A Long Time Ago

Harry Potter's emerald regard was on the items in front of him. After faking out his friends, for which he did feel a little guilty, he had collected all three of the Deathly Hallows. He wasn't sure why he'd done it, but by luck or even perhaps a little bit of destiny all three were now in his possession. As far as he was aware this was the first time this had happened in their storied past, full of blood shed and anger and a great deal of wasted effort. He knew now a few things he hadn't, the supposed prize for one. It turned out that Luna, and her family, were rather knowledgeable about the Hallows, and in discussion with his odd friend he had found out a lot more detail than was covered by the children's stories.

Master of Death, this wasn't something he wanted to be in truth. So he was a little unsure why he'd ended up with the items. A cloak, a wand and a stone. All three had immense power by themselves, and said to have far more as a collective. Well, that's what had happened, he'd collected all three, they were there on his hastily arranged kitchen table, like all the other furniture in his little cottage in the village his parents had hidden in. He'd decided to come here, and not return to school, in the interim between ending Voldemort's threat and that day. He wasn't entirely sure what he wanted out of the future. This had been much clearer once, a family, a wife, friends who cared. But now he was actually in a position to potentially gain all three he suddenly doubted that's what he really wanted out of life.

He wasn't average, he knew that now. You couldn't consider yourself average after his life, not from his very birth had he been remotely average, or normal. In some ways perhaps the Dursley's were right, he was a freak, but perhaps not in the way they said it. A freak is after all someone that doesn't conform to the norm, and having now lived quite a while in an action intensive life, he wasn't so sure he wanted to stop. The world was full of strife, hell if it came to it he could join the armed forces, they always needed able bodied people, and after the life he had lived he had gotten very good at something that they'd find useful. Namely he had survived, against sometimes truly tremendous odds, he was still here.

Not that he really thought about doing that, at least – not yet. He didn't think he'd altogether fit with the strict and regimented life style of the forces. Not really, he was now too used to carving out his own path. Even with all the interference in controlling his life he was STILL in control. He'd say that was another thing he had a passing talent for, controlling his destiny. The only true thing he'd been unable to manage himself was the fact he HAD indeed ended Voldemort's reign of terror. He had been marked, he had done the deed, all as prophetized by the old bat with the coke bottom glasses had prescribed.

There had, in the end, been no way out of that. He'd have to suppose this was something else that had the taste of Destiny all over it too. The Hallows, how he'd come to own them didn't make a lot of sense otherwise. Dumbledore had all the stone and cloak and given them with no demand to Harry. He had at one time given him the Cloak too, but Harry didn't think the old man truly realised what he'd had actually. Dumbledore was a manipulative old coot, there was no denying that, but he was a far cry from malicious or even Harry would have to say generally his intentions, if not actions, were pretty pure. Laying this on the head of a now 18 year old seemed unlikely done on purpose, sure the prophesy, and all that with Voldemort, but desperation and destiny had a hand in that more than old Dumbledore. There had been times when Harry had been quite angry with that old man, but not any more. Not now he'd held the lives of his fellow students in his palm, he'd've done basically anything to save them the fates some had suffered, and wasn't that what Dumbledore had been doing, but for the entire world.

No, he wasn't angry at the headmaster now.

But this, all three of the Deathly Hallows were there, almost begging to be used. He felt the magic on them, he'd been significantly more sensitive to such since he'd gotten the Horcrux out of his head. Quite a lot had changed thanks to dying it seemed, like he was growing fast, out and up, bulking to a healthy size and shape finely after the abuses heaped upon him in formative years. He'd been rather stunted by that and the Horcrux, an actual part of Voldemort's soul that had fed on him, bodily, spiritually, and even mentally if Harry was right. Either that or he was suddenly a lot more clever than he used to be.

He reached out, his hand hovered over the Death Stick, the Elder Wand. Said to be unbeatable, which if you knew its history was laughable. The cloak was supposed to hide you from death itself, but had failed several times to prove that infallible, and the stone...people had wasted away using that power. His hand withdrew, he shook his head.

No, they were too dangerous. He knew that, their individual power had ended a lot of lives, together they could only be far worse. He picked up the stick, holding it in two hands, tensing. If he broke this, and destroyed the others he could stop the trail of death they had created, but also, he would be denying himself what could prove to be power absolute. That gave him a moment of pause, then he thought about all that death and destruction and in an almost reflex action there was a loud snap, a wash of potent magic and the Elder wand was no more. He picked up a skillet from close by, then still working on instinct he smashed the stone. The skillet was of the old type, heavy iron, solid as all hell, and destroyed the stone to dust. Then he paused again, the cloak – it had been in his family for ages. He shook his head, taking it up he carried it to the merry blaze in the fire place and threw it in.

His shoulders sagged, a small smile coming to his face. He knew he could never tell anyone he had done this, Luna may actually get angry, Hermione surely would and Ron would think him crazy to deny himself such a clear advantage in his coming battles.

But no, this was better, if not for him then the countless lives they would've ruined in times to come. He was almost sure that somehow they would've gotten away from him had he tried to hide them, like they WANTED to be used. No, destroying them was the best choice.

Then the fire flamed, the entire cottage shook, and an all encompassing wave of magic turned the air electric blue.

"Oh Shitttt" was all Harry had time to say before darkness pervaded and he was knocked clean out.

Romania, Eastern Europe,

A Year Later

Charlie Weasley looked around as he felt the solid thump and shifting slightly of the ground. It was enough to put a smile on his face as he turned to be faced with a really, very large black dragon. It was like it was from legend, everything one might imagine a more western take on dragons and a little bit more. Having now known him a little better, it was typically Harry Potter that he would have a form like this, and it was nothing if not impressive.

Still smiling Charlie turned and smiled, "All done?" he asked.

The huge black dragon with the oh-so distinctive emerald eyes suddenly shifted in a confusing view that rearranged limbs, moving upright and shrinking, loosing mass like crazy, then finally a humanoid form with very large dragon wings which folded back while getting smaller and then forming into a very smart and long black coat, clearly made of dragon hide, not that this was of a surprise to those in the know. Charlie figured himself truly blessed to be one of those that did. This was mostly at the start because Harry had needed advice from an expert that he could somewhat trust, but that had built into a solid friendship.

"All done, rounded them up and they are in the western pen," Harry said smiling widely at his older friend, though these days, not that it mattered so much. Harry had become aware he'd outlive him, outlive most anyone. What he'd thought had been a noble act had only been a part of his destiny in reality, and he had the full measure of the Deathly Hallow's gift, if one might think of it as such. "I had to talk the Alpha around, so he'll need a bit of touching up." he added wryly. "They all freaked a bit when they spotted me, so after I controlled the Alpha I had to really convince them I wasn't about to kill them for being on my territory. Honestly Dragons are real posers." Harry chuckled at the end.

Charlie laughed, "Oh right...and you're not?" he said waving his hand down the dragon hide attired man, all black, form fitting and would normally cost a kings ransom, unless you had a source of skin that is. Harry was after all wearing his own hide as clothing. It looked damn good on him, and in the intervening time since he became the Man-Who-Won he had continued that streak, continually beating those that threatened the little guy. Having been called in by ministries and governments the world over to help them out. He was actually pretty busy, and his family money had been invested in both sides of the world and now a relatively short couple of years later Harry never had to worry about his needs.

"Me?" Harry pointed to himself innocently before barking a laugh. Then grinned a self deprecating smile, "If you're going to something you might as well look good doing it."

"Yeah, yeah...bad as Bill you" Charlie chuckled, "Anyway I wanted to say thanks mate. You've saved us a hell of a lot of trouble and potentially losing people. I know I shouldn't take advantage of my knowledge of your form, but still...thanks, seriously."

"Nah, it's all good mate, if I can help I'm more than happy to do so. Anyway, you know as well as I do it would've leaked eventually, so I got out in front of it. And now it just seems to add to my mythos that I'm a Dragon Animagus."

Charlie snickered, "You must think I'm an idiot. Animagi are never magical animals." he noted wryly.

Harry grinned, with a shrug, "It suits me for people to believe that, who am I to dissuade them. Minerva knows of course, Hermione guessed otherwise, but outside of them and you no-one has ever noticed that little fact."

Charlie chuckled, "So what is in store now for the saviour of the world? The Man-Who-Won?" he asked with rueful amusement.

"Gah...honestly what is it with Wizards and hyphens?" Harry asked making a face.

Charlie chuckled, "Dunno, our innate sense of style?"

Harry looked at him, "Yeah...tell that to Dumbledore, or any other wizard as they are all colour blind. And anyway, I have no idea, but there are rumblings out in the Congo about a Dark Pact Rising."

Charlie rolled his eyes, "Not content with everyone looking for your help you've got to go looking for trouble? No offence mate, but I'm kinda glad you and Ginny broke up. Don't get me wrong here, not even slightly liked any of the other blokes she's dated like I do you, but you'd give her grey hair! I think Mum is actually getting stressed at the work you choose to do."

Harry smiled, "I do love your mum, but I have to be what I am, ya know?"

"I know, I know mate, and it's noble what you do, but I don't know how the hell you keep surviving, let alone winning!"

Harry smiled a massive cheesy smile, "I'm Harry Potter!" he said striking a pose.

Charlie pushed him, making him nearly fall over, "Yeah...yeah…"

Athena, Mars

Three Hundred and Fifty Years Later

Harry's ageless emerald regard took in the craft lifting off the ground smoothly. The human race had come a startlingly long way in his lifetime, from hardly looking to space any more there had been a sudden resurgence of interest. The moon, a colony there, then Mars had been looked at with a gaze turned to making it inhabitable and now a new colony and this, the first manned flight to Alpha Centauri that wouldn't take several life times to pull off.

Harry had watched it all with a growing sense of awe, throwing money into the hat himself to help further the goals of mankind, and flitting in and out of the limelight as one of the chief protectors of humanity. He'd gone from protecting a small sub-set of humans who really couldn't do it themselves to being more wide spread than that, especially since two hundred years ago when the last student had entered Hogwarts. There were so few like him left now, Hermione had lasted two hundred years, and loosing her had nearly killed his will to live, but she'd known him well. She'd made a statement in her will, a pensieve memory to be exact and basically informed him to get over it, to celebrate her life and not mourn her death, that due to his circumstances, which obviously he'd eventually told her, he would see many out of their lives, and here and now he had to learn the right attitude. That he'd been able to share in their lives for as long as possible, and that was a thing to celebrate, sure miss them, miss her, but not to the detriment of himself.

It was an uplifting speech and used her knowledge of Harry like a finely honed blade to cut it into his thick skull, but it had worked.

He watched the smooth lift off, when he had arrived some 80 years ago he'd done so by a highly advanced rocket strapped to their asses. Now they had anti-grav drives that could propel a craft through space at a dizzying rate of knots. There was no fire and danger with this, it almost took the fun out of it. His friends had taught something very important to Harry. Have fun in life, have fun doing what you do, and above all if you're not enjoying it, you're doing something wrong. This was particularly true of George Weasley who had even lost his soul twin and still carried on, ran the joke shop into his dotage and always had an easy smile and a laugh behind his eyes ready to burst into laughter at a moment's notice. Usually at someone else's' expense it was true, but it hit Harry that he was FAR too serious and after that he'd actually looked and saw the humour in any situation.

He'd never really found his partner in life though, and had lived as a much loved uncle to his friends and their kids, being able to baby sit, spoil them rotten and generally had a lot of love in his life, even now. Of course it was Hermione Great Grandson who had entered Hogwarts just before they closed their doors, it was like magic was dying but Harry knew in his soul it was more like it was going to sleep for a while. His birth race was basically gone now, well the sub-set at least, so Harry had turned his eye to a wider realm. He didn't help quite as directly as he used to, but occasionally he did step up. No, he did help a LOT in other ways, driving technology and was proud to say he was a driving force behind that fabulous vessel on it's historic lift off he was watching.

He was almost ridiculously rich now, but he did put back as much as he could, but it was almost like it was hard to actually, you know...spend money these days.

He leaned back in his chair sipping the champagne laid on for the occasion. Thanks to some charms, even a touch of make up he looked far older than the twenty odd he really looked. He'd actually stopped ageing at 18, but his body had filled out, changing enough that he actually looked a decent age, and not get carded all the time. But these days he gave the impression of ageing, and pretty soon he would have to duck out from the lime light again, run things by proxy and then some time later step back in and get things moving if they had lagged in the interim.

He smiled, ageless eyes watching as the vessel disappeared into the man-made atmosphere and toasted it.

"Mr Adventus...sir, they're reporting Green across the board." his assistant said softly.

Harry had to change his name a lot of course, but that was the name of his corporation now and he used it most. He'd been a potter longest, then a Black, even a Noir until he'd decided to break the mould. "Thanks, tell them to hit it Steph" he said with a smile, his English accent somehow still surviving despite the fact England didn't actually exist as it had once done.

He toasted the sky again, seeing the flash up in the topper most parts of the artificial atmosphere as they engaged the FTL and smiled. If this worked out, Mankind was about to spread out into the stars like they'd never dreamed they could.

Life was good.