A/N: So other than the fact that this chapter is years late blah blah, I am a person who's a bit heavy on explaining in the moment and about little details, going to be doing my best to leave explanations like short or spread out or try building the lore throughout the worlds of my story. Lemme know how I do.

The Passage Of Power

Moronic, foolhardy and suicidal were only a few of the words that came to Harry's mind as he dodged another bolt of magical lightning from the Sphere. Large sections of the atrium had been damaged and two areas of the circular wall looked ready to collapse if faced with a strong breeze.

He couldn't remember what made him believe that attacking the final sphere and taking it's magic was a good idea but now he had plenty of reasons for why it was a bad idea. Top of the list was the fact that he would most likely die if he was hit but wasn't that why he had retrained himself in the use of magic, as much as he could considering where he was, so that he wouldn't die when he did this?

Right now the time he spent training seemed to all be a waste but Harry was forced to shove those thoughts aside in favor of deflecting a boulder that was launched at him. His magic was surging throughout his body, filling him with the euphoric feeling he had gotten used to as well as heightening his already super-human senses.

This greatly aided him in dodging a multitude of attacks directed at him but the chanting of the Skeletal Beings was deafening to his ears. At the moment, he didn't care much for the Skeletal figures. He first needed to deal with the sphere then he could go about killing them if they continued their attack, if their chanting was the reason for the sphere's onslaught.

After launching a stream of water from his palms at the wall of fire the Sphere had conjured Harry jumped through the temporary hole and instead of melting his body the fire merely blackened and burnt the wall behind him.

Very little of the magic he had absorbed could be used by him, nearly half of the magic that he had absorbed from the other spheres required him to have a body of flesh and blood, nearly the entire other half of the magic that would be effective against the sphere was beyond Harry's control or what little control he had was too insignificant to be of any use. This left him only Elemental Magic and spells from the Wizarding World, most of which didn't affect the magic or the metal of the sphere.

The only method he knew of defeating the Magical Sphere was to absorb all of it's magic until it became his own but he was loath to even attempt it. It would require him to connect his magic to the Sphere's which was easy, but the problem was with connecting and taking the magic.

The other spheres weren't sentient, they didn't know what he was doing nor were they able to possibly reverse the process and take his magic. This Sentient Sphere could do just that if he tried to drain its magic, that is if he even survived connecting their magic and that meant getting hit by an attack.

Real fear flooded his mind as Harry stood still, arms next to his side as he waited for the sphere to attack again. It seemed to pause, as if knowing his plan, before lightning spread across its surface and gathered together at one point on the sphere.

Harry nearly dropped to the ground as a static charge and an overpowering smell of ozone filled the room before his hearing was lost thanks to a great sonic boom. The shockwave from the sonic boom shook the room and he nearly lost his footing as he watched a nearly straight and solid line of lightning shot towards him at unimaginable speeds.

His moving hands failed to catch the lightning before it hit his body and Harry felt pain that forced him to one knee. He looked down at the lightning that hit the center of his chest before his hands grabbed it and the magic that was powering it, the heat already turning his metal body glowing hot red.

This had the unfortunate effect of creating an exponential feedback loop that caused lightning to surge all over his body whereas before it merely shot into his body before dispersing into the ground. Letting out a metallic scream Harry forced his magic to absorb the attacking magic into his body at any cost.

The amount of magic flooding his body was staggering and was absorbed into his body at least three times as fast as any of the other spheres since he had three points in contact with the attack. He could feel the tubes that made up a majority of his body burning at the mass amount of magic that he was forcing through them while areas of his left arm starting tearing.

The Sphere seemed to fully comprehend what he was doing to it as the lightning bolt stopped abruptly as it's source stopped feeding it magic. Harry himself fell forwards and was forced to catch himself, breathing heavily as he stared at the ground between his hands.

His left arm was a mess but the large gashes and torn pieces of metal seemed to already be mending together and fixing itself so the pain from that slowly vanished. Sadly, the burning of the tubes within his body seemed to persist as Harry forced himself onto his feet, one after the other.

With his sensing abilities he could tell that the sphere had pulled as much of it's magic within the safety of its metal body. A feral part of Harry took over when he noticed that, he'd had a taste of the magic and now the sphere wanted to keep it from him, tried to keep what he had deemed belonged to him.

Charging forwards Harry barely noticed that the surface of his body cracked and was filled with red and amethyst colored magic that flowed together but didn't mix. A crater formed beneath his foot as he jumped upwards towards the sphere and the shockwave that shot through the ground was enough to cause one of the Skeletal Beings to lose its footing.

There was a flash of light around the sphere that blinded Harry for a second but he still landed on top of it, a second passed before he punched through the metal body with devastating force. He ripped at the edges of the hole he had created, opening it further and absorbing all the magic that rushed out of it while he tried to go deeper.

As he dug deeper he noticed that the sphere was not like the others, as it had layered spheres within, while the sphere used raw magic and shaped it like spears to stab him in an attempt to either kill him or make him flee. They left holes that exposed the inner workings of his body, momentarily disturbing the flow of his magic before the metal tubes and body layers healed itself.

Even his frenzied, bloodthirsty state Harry took notice of what the sphere was doing and soon enough he was doing the same, coating his hands in raw magic and molding it into a sharp point so that it was easier to stab and tear the metal layer to pieces.

He ignored the unearthly wail that shook dust from the ceiling as he tore the final layer open and gazed upon the pure, condensed magic inside it. A crystal formation floated inside, the sharp edges and points doing nothing as he grabbed it and tore it out of the body.

He ignored the dying screech of the sphere as he continued to absorb the magic from the body while certain areas around his jaw and robotic mouth either tore or broke open before repairing itself. With a working mouth and jaw Harry began biting and ingesting the magic crystal formation into his body.

Before long he reached the center of it as he absorbed the remaining magic in the Sphere's corpse as well as the magic that rushed out of the crystal formation as he ate it. Harry knew by the way he continued to devour the crystal and magic that he was near feral, his mind becoming agitated as it slowly noticed that his meal was nearly finished.

The remaining crystal shard fell to the ground as he stood up and looked around, searching for the skeletal figures that had always occupied the room. When he saw them standing evenly spaced out, just on the edge of the platform they stood on he was confused, the instincts he was running on stopping for a moment.

Harry roared in fury as something struck his back, nearly launching his body into the air before another something hit his left side, changing the direction of his momentum. Looking at what hit him as another struck his right side clearly showed Harry that he was in trouble.

A lance made of the black, viscous fluid the platform floated on had penetrated parts of his body and gripped it tight, little hooks digging into his body from the inside and the outside. A fourth lance struck his chest and dug it's way into his body as he tried to free his arms but they held fast, barely allowing any movement.

His head shot up to look at the skeletal figure directly in front of him, looking at him with it's right arm pointed at him with a clenched fist. A fifth lance struck him as he tried to charge forwards but it seemed that the lances were too strong to overcome, keeping him rooted to the spot as thin streams moved upwards, towards his head.

Harry continued to struggle with all his might, pulling and twisting his body to escape from his bindings and quickly began breaking a few of them. Two of them were torn in half from his actions and they remained stuck to his body as a third one broke from the Magical Pressure he exerted on it.

Two more lances struck his body, nearly throwing him backwards while he used the force of the blow to break another lance. While Harry was unstoppable, breaking lances every second and tearing them from his body, the lances were likewise relentless, never ceasing their attacks and coming nearly too fast for him to keep up.

The ground around Harry quickly became littered with small shards and droplets of the black substance and quite a few sizeable junks as he continued to fight. He fought while he was still whole, continued to fight after his left forearm had been separated from just above his elbow.

He continued to destroy long after half his abdomen had been blown away and still struggled against his foes when the back of his head had been torn off. Harry fought with only the most of basic instincts he had, to fight and survive no matter what it cost him.

He fought, struggled and acted without thinking for a single moment, without stopping to consider any possibility or hesitate because he wasn't sure. It was for that reason that he didn't notice the shards, chunks and droplets of the black substance that had fallen on the floor began to gather around his legs.

Harry didn't scream when the entirety of his right leg was savagely torn from his body and the substance dragged him down. He began screaming as it held him down on his remaining leg and began seeping into his body through the stub that was his right leg.

"GGAAAAAAAHHH!" His agonized scream shook dust from the walls and ceiling as Harry felt tiny hooks attach themselves to various areas inside his metal body and pull. Parts of his body shifted inside, tearing and breaking as the hooks forced them to places they didn't belong.

"Submit!" The skeletal bastards screamed at Harry as he continued to try and escape the black substance, an action which was now completely futile. Most of his body was rendered immobile and his left arm was nearly torn from his body, only still attached near the area his armpit would be.

A burning rage coursed through Harry's nearly destroyed body as he used his only remaining arm fight against the lances that kept coming. His magic fell in line with his thoughts and need of survival as the burning spread through the rest of was remained of his body.

His magic was quickly building up as he tore the black substance from his face, lances no longer shot towards him but rather the substance now crawled up his neck and tried to cover his face and arm, it was all he could do to stop it but it was a losing battle.

Harry could feel his magic coursing around the substance that was inside his body, causing a searing heat and chilling burn throughout his body as it focused itself. His arm began to slow as the substance covered him faster and he forced his magic towards a critical mass and mass conversion fusion.

He would've screamed, the shattering of the lances and the breaking the skeletal beings bodies would've made sounds if it hadn't been drowned out by the all consuming shockwave that originated from the magical explosion Harry turned his magic and body into.

The ceiling and walls cracked as the shockwave and the bodies of his enemies hit them while his face and most of his upper body was freed from the substance. He couldn't move, he could barely see at the moment but he could hear reasonably well so in the aftermath of what was basically a suicide attack, Harry could determine his surroundings.

"Is that all?!" Harry screamed out in rage as he tried to force his body up into a standing position, with one leg missing it wasn't too much of shock that he wasn't able to. "YOU TRAP ME HERE AND SEEK MY DEATH, WHY!? I Want an Answer!"

His rage grew and swelled within him as all along his body, the metal cracked and splintered only to be flooded by waves of his magic as it flooded the new gaps and leaked from his body, a violent maelstrom of magic surrounding him and spreading out along the platform.

His hands sharpened into the clawed gauntlets of his and Luna's wedding rings before an unholy roar shook the chamber and an explosion of magic burst from his body. Within seconds the chamber was topped with the maelstrom of magic, the colours of the galaxy and its darkness being all the was present.

The Rift

"Who are you?!" Harry screamed at the beings as they knelt around him, all bound in black and gold chains. The Rift around them, a realm created by his magic and will twisted and turned, the exploding colours of magic and Nebula's filled the realm. "What do you want from me?!"

No longer within and bound to the metal shell he'd created Harry floated above them all, his form of twisting shadows and darkness shifting at the ends like smoke. His face, if one even existed at this point, was obscured in darkness thanks to the hood of the cloak.

His form was humanoid in that he had arms, a head and a torso but where his legs would be the cloak simply thickened while the ends of it shifted, moved and dissipated before reforming like smoke and shadow.

His clawed hands had four fingers, the darkest shadows forming them as small motes of smoke left them and he held in his right hand his scythe. Blackened and charred Elder Wood formed the body/handle of the weapon whilst the blade seemed to grow from the end of it, curling and curving in a gnarled and twisted form that had spikes and smaller blades along it's side whilst the top was sharpened into a point and the outside of the curved a blade as well.

One did not take on the mantle of Master of Death lightly and expect to not be changed by the power he'd mastered, Harry had never had need to assume this form before and in the back of his mind he chastised himself for foolishly not doing this earlier. .

"Well? Will you fools speak or must I rend your souls to find my answers?" With his voice cold and calm, his anger focused and stilled for the moment Harry raised his scythe and point it to the being in front of him. "I will have my answers and you will all suffer; your compliance determines how much."

Harry let the silence hang in the air as he himself took the moment to take stock of the madness that had just transpired… shit he was responsible for. This miasmic representation was something he hadn't cast or had a thought anywhere in the range of but there was no denying it, he was feeding and maintaining this representation of space.

'Need to remember this, this could be useful…it's quite beautiful as well." Harry thought to himself, taking in the swirls of raw magic, swirling in streams, blobs or nebulas in what seemed to be an infinite darkness around them, his eyes being caught more than a few times by white nebula's on the verge of silver though somehow contained a light pink tinge.

"No answer then? Truly?" Harry asked, his voice hollow and with the whisper of the thousands he'd slain behind it. The dark chuckle he let out echoed in the out around them as Harry raised his scythe and pointed it towards the Skeletal being Harry thought was the leader, he'd yelled orders and was cocky.

"Then suffer child." He didn't move to attack the being, all Harry needed to do was draw the blade across the skeletal beings cheek and give the bastard a nice, deep cut. The wound smoked grey wisps as he cut whilst his body went slack in the binds that held him. Harry didn't need to hurt or attack them, why would he when he could force them under the Suffering of the Dead.

The dead generally weren't at pain unless their lives had been evil but the pain of death, the pain trillions went through as they died, the pain from the manner of their death was power he somehow had at his beck and call.

Somehow… somehow he had new magic, new power. It was all logical and traceable, the large influx of magic from the sphere and his emotional outburst leading to his magic lashing out randomly in a different manner.

That was all reasonable, what wasn't reasonable was knowledge, nobody had knowledge randomly show up in their heads unless somebody else put it there. And it was a lot of knowledge, Harry didn't think he could ever define the amount of knowledge but he didn't 'feel' an end to it all.

But none of the knowledge was discernable, he had the knowledge and he knew that he knew it but he just couldn't focus on anything in detail, all he knew was that he knew it. "Answers, I need my answers." His chilly voice snapped the being out of the pain coma he had been enduring.

It straightened its body up as much as it could, muscles randomly twitching here and there before leaning backwards and using the restraints to hold it up. Its black beady eyes looking at Harry with primal fear and being confronted with something it could not comprehend.

"Abomination…" It breathed the word out as if in disbelief and as a warning, something Harry didn't take to kindly to and soon enough all had a cut on their cheek and lay about, no longer bound as they fell into a coma, each suffering.

"Knowledge that I shouldn't have, should have no way or knowing or accessing…" His murmurs were soft as Harry looked at his clawed left hand before spinning his scythe around in the other. By all he knew none of this should be possible, the realm of colour and darkness around him for instance, he had no knowledge of it before casting it and it wasn't a spell but... it somehow would be if he willed it.

He could also feel that he was Death right now, the Aspect of Death. It shouldn't have been possible but he could become Death and who knows what else considering the madness he seemed to pull out of his arse the past couple of weeks.

Harry face palmed with a chuckle as that thought crossed his mind and pulled in the magic around him, the darkness and nebula's fading as he shed the Aspect of Death. The cloak and scythe turning to ashes and flowing away into nothingness as he slowly floated down to the platform, his metal body fully repaired.

"Wonderful, that's one less thing to worry about." He said, rolling his shoulder as he forced his magic into the black liquid and shards on the platform. He expected to find an active magic, their magic in the weaponized liquid but he wasn't going to complain that all magic he found within was dormant.

"How do I know that, there were never terms like active or inactive magic…but I know everything about it all, how…" Harry pondered it as he stole the liquid from the skeletal being basically, the magic was inactive and just needed a user and would respond to anyone with magic.

It was a huge weapon flaw as well so Harry tethered it to his magic, his aura and power in a sense so it was bound to him and only him. The shards turned back to liquid before all of it rushed to the closest edge of the platform being rejoining the rest of it.

Harry walked around the platform, grabbing two of the beings at a time and dragging them to the center of the platform in a pile. He was walking to pick up numbers 5 and 6, his walk slowing considerably before he came anywhere near them, staring at the two as he continued to approach at a snail's pace.

He could feel the entirety of the liquid now but it was in a way like the knowledge in his head, he could define no end or give measurement to its size. Harry clenched his metal jaw together as the two senses and feelings he was experiencing began to mount up.

The endlessness and vagueness of the knowledge in his head alongside being connected to the Black Liquid which had no fathomable end or measure, the two slowly began shrinking his world view, making Harry feel ever smaller and insignificant compared to these two forces.

His breath could be heard throughout the chamber as he breathed unnecessarily, his fists were clenched as he tried to stem the tide of panic and hopelessness inspired by being faced with two insurmountable forces, infinite knowledge he had no clue how he had gained access to and the unfathomable weapon that was the black liquid.

This was what he and many others felt at times during the war, the utter hopelessness and thought that could anything you do really affect the force you're fighting. With one abyss around him and another in his mind his Occlumancy did keep the two forces from mixing and doubling their effects.

It was a good plan, Harry might've been able to comprehend the forces and their magnitude if he'd been able to hold out long enough. Unfortunately, Harry's magic decided to respond to his panic and despair at that moment as the feelings brought a surge of memories from the war to the front of his mind.

"Oh motherfucke..." He breathed the words out softly as his own magic smacked in a way he now had a third force to contend with and attempt to comprehend. So, it was in that moment when Harry was forced to reckon with three forces that were immeasurable and without compare that he collapsed, fainting before his back hit the ground.

The Atrium was silent once more after what had been near half an hour of brutal combat, the dull echo of Harry's body hitting the stone sounding softly. Fitting that the place would be more silent than the grave after death paid a visit and dealt his wrath.

Mindscape

Harry lay on one of the metal spheres that represented his mind, head flopped back and eyes staring at an upside-down world without taking any of it in. His orb was one of few that were floating lazily and without reason in a wide orbit around the planet construct.

Considering he had not moved in what he believed to be hours and he was still much in the same position he was when conscious, worse considering he was now within two of the spheres of influences that overwhelmed him.

The planet construct appeared solid, no longer billions of orbs packing and forming its shape that shifted and reshaped itself. Now the orbs were phasing in and out of reality, the knowledge or memory contained within shifting planes as another took its place.

The phenomenon occurred throughout the sphere, the orbs now packed so tightly and switching out that there were no visible gaps or spaces like before, only solid and phased out orbs shifting together and giving the illusion of solidity.

Harry giggled to himself as if he'd taken up huffing laughing gas as a hobby while watching the planet, his eyes half lidded as what minimal mind power wasn't being battered kept them half open. The world was serene and silent, the body of orbs looking like a shifting metal orb whilst nothing else sounded throughout the empty mindscape.

"Empty huh…emmmmpty…" Harry muttered to himself, his right arm coming into his line of sight before he started using a finger to trace patterns in the air in front of his upside face. "Emmmmmpty…empty."

With his last pronunciation of the word Harry poked the air with his finger and a ripple bounded through the world, the reality of it shifting to his new will but not changing.

That change came slowly as after Harry dropped his arm back he giggled again and watched the Orb Planet, his eyes tracking the now minute shifts in it's surface. The-Boy-Who-Lived and the Man-Who-Conquered could quite adequately called out of his gourd at the moment as his giggled and watched movement like a Kneazle high off catnip.

The part of Harry currently not a giggle ridden lump of useless was pushing back against two of the three forces and making sure his mind wasn't shattered by them. The third, his magic, was currently coursing uncontrolled and wild throughout his body, his change of his mindscape allowing it an entry into here as well.

A small wind started to blow through the wild and Harry kicked up a long giggle fit and started running his hands over his head and through his hair after the wind ruffled the crow's nest. It also didn't take long after he touched his hair for him to decide it was nice and continue his motions.

It was utter contentment for Harry as he lay on his back, arms resting above his head while a breeze brought the smell of the salty sea. It wasn't really a moon but his Orb planet was lightening and had a celestial glow to it now that his skin reflected.

"This is nice…can't remember the last time I relaxed." He sighed before closing his eyes, the glow of the new moon bleeding through his eyelids along with a light green that creeped in slowly. Harry let out another sigh and a content smile only for his whole body to tense up a few seconds later.

"Hair…Skin…Nose…" His hand went down his head, checking body parts that he currently shouldn't have before stopping at the collar of his shirt. At this point Harry found it in himself to come to the conclusion that something had happened and leveraged himself onto his feet with the help of his magic.

Looking himself over Harry saw he was wearing dark casual clothes, black jeans, converse sneakers and a simple black tee. The problem with this was the body in the mind was a reflection of reality so the body he was looking at was wrong, he should be looking at an android body.

"What…This isn't…No…" Harry sputtered, looking for words he couldn't use while slowly backing up. He stopped, both walking and muttering when his feet became wet and he heard water splashing. "None of this makes sense…"

He stared out across the black sea that stretched out before him, a perfect mirror reflecting the Orb Moon in the sky only disturbed by the ripples his feet created. His eyes wandered, watching the sea and the horizon as he slowly spun around and stared at the planet he realized the orb he'd been resting on had turned into.

Cracks, crags and splits in the ground connected across the entire planet and bled a life-giving green color upon the empty world. The world empty save for Harry, save for his magic and knowledge, save for his Black Sea and save for that ungodly noise, what was that…

"What the fuck!?" Harry exclaimed once the ringing and dissolving popping noises in his ears reached a fever pitch. His head became awash with sounds and noises you couldn't describe, no language had words nor bodies motion to describe the cacophony going inside his head.

"HARRY!" He spun on the spot, arms spread and ready to catch or attack anything after he heard his name screamed only to still find himself alone. "HARRY!"

The scream for him carried on, adding to the noise as he looked around for the source of everything, for who screamed his name like both their lives depended on it. Harry wouldn't admit he took longer than he should have before he started screaming back, questions and expletives he couldn't even hear leaving his mouth.

He'd gone down to a knee at a point he couldn't recall, covering his ears with his hands and squashing his head between them in a vain attempt to keep the noise out. Nothing could be heard over the noise and Harry didn't know how long he could handle this, he was fairly certain his nose and at least one ear was bleeding.

"HARRY!" "HARRY!" "HARRY!" "HARRY!" "HARRY!" "Harry, I'm alive." "HARRY!" "HARRY!"

Said man's head jerked up and he stared at the horizon, the noise becoming inconsequential and silent in his mind as he focused on three words. Three words he was certain he heard, a moment where the noise had stopped itself and all he heard was her voice.

"NO NO NO!" Harry roared out as his skin blackened and cracked in an instant, angry red magic rushing through them and into the planet from his feet, the green and red filling the planet. "What do you want? Why, and where am I?! I wanted to die, I wanted to REST!"

Harry raged as he screamed his anger and frustration out, his kicks and punches cleaving holes and slices in the ground around him. He let go of all his control and leveled the land around him several times over, rivers and lakes created by his attacks only to be wiped out and changed by another seconds after.

"I just wanted to see her again…I just want to rest…Let me go…" He was back on his knees in front of the Black Sea, the silent waters giving no answers to his desperate pleas. All it did was take the tears he gave it and a biting cold settled where his tear tracks were but he kept on crying, what else could he do if it helped nothing.

"It's far too late for that don't you think?" It was dark, raspy voice that rumbled through the planet and his mind.

"Oh great, who the fuck are you now and why are you in my head?" Harry grumbled out as he moved off of his knees and lay down on the ground to stare up at the Orb Moon and the starless sky.

"You've forgotten my voice so soon Master, and here I began believing you cared." The moment the voice uttered those words the voice and its owner clicked in Harry's mind. "Ah so you do remember, so much like Ignotus you are Harry."

"What's happening Death, where am I and what the bloody hell is going on here?" He was on his feet in a second, looking around to see if Death had taken form here but he saw naught but the barren and scarred land of the planet. "How are you still here, I wasn't even supposed to survive."

"But you did survive and as we are Master and Lord we cannot die so long as the other has power and life…hehe." It wasn't the first time Harry heard Death but the raspy chuckle never failed to give him goosebumps. "There is a great deal you will not understand Master, not for a long time but one day you shall."

"Sometimes having knowledge can be more damaging than not…" Another chuckle sent his skin crawling and Harry couldn't argue against Death's logic, how many times had he thought that when leading Auror's on raids. "What can you tell me?"

"This…" Harry got the impression that Death was referring to the Planet so he looked around once more. "…Is your domain, your realm and nothing can force its way in. When you reckoned with Three unfathomable forces you ascended, your powers, knowledge and skills are all intact but I can say no more on that."

"The Black Sea, the liquid from the Chamber?" Harry felt confirmation to his question as he began strolling around. "The Ritual, it was supposed to kill me, send me to Oblivion and let me rest."

"Stop lying to yourself Master, we both know if you truly wished for Death you would've atomized your Magic like a Nuclear Warhead." Great, hopefully Death was only intuitive and their relationship didn't allow access to each other's thoughts and minds.

"A Normal witch or wizard performing the ritual would've been sent to Oblivion but the Realm is not as you believe. Each world and dimension that has life has it's own Oblivion, each is different to another and named differently."

"So they would've gone to any random Oblivion, just because its not the name that determines the destination?"

"Precisely."

"Yay…" Harry grumbled out making Death chuckle again. "So why was I special again?"

"You researched too far, few others would've gone to the lengths you did. Most would've attempted the ritual once they had it translated, you ascended the Ritual to something beyond what it was meant for."

"So you broke through to a Realm you weren't supposed to, a Realm that was supposedly lost or destroyed. You claimed it through conquest so what it was matters little now, your Realm and you are at a… rank… or level to all else but what it stands for is for you to define."

Harry continued walking along the edge of the black sea, watching it along with the green energy in the planet closing the damage he'd caused. He, for the first time, seemed to be utterly free. There was no one to have expectations for him or a role he needed to fill, but that only meant he was also alone.

"Call to her you fool." Harry whipped around when he heard the voice but not in his head, Death floated in front of him as he had been when he'd taken on Death's form. The entities right arm had its palm pointed towards him, black skin dripped with smoke of the same variant while a white mark lay in the center of the palm. "Learn, and we'll be able to talk more."

The form of Death disappeared leaving Harry alone on his planet again, some of his questions answered but more taking their place like the heads of a Hydra. He looked at his palm and the Black Mark of the Hallows sat in its centre.

"Ascended…higher than… what exactly?" He mumbled to himself before willing the stone out his hand and watching it rise from his hand before it floated above his palm. "Luna Lovegood, I call your name."

"Luna Lovegood, I call your being." A breeze came from over the sea and ruffled Harry's hair, forcing it back with it's black smoke carried by the wind. "Luna Lovegood, I call your soul."

The breeze died that instant and Harry looked up from the stone guilt already forming in his eyes. Neither he or Luna liked her being called, Luna said it was highly unpleasant for her and Harry couldn't stand her being there in front of him but not really.

So, the last time he called her was the first time, they spent as much time together as Luna could stand saying their goodbyes and savoring their last moment. "Luna…?"

Harry didn't hear a reply and he saw nothing as he looked around, the Spirit of his wife wasn't here. Nothing happened and he felt nothing like a spirit or shade, nothing connected to Death other than himself.

"This can't be true…I called you before, I held you as you died…Luna…" The stone sunk back into his hand and a second later the mark faded as well. His voice was hollow as he continued to look around, the empty expanse all around nothing more than a guy punch.

"Why couldn't I summon you…no dead can…deny a… command…" The gears, rusted and covered in cobwebs, slowly turned in Harry's mind and uncontrolled hope and want filled his being. "Oh Merlin please, please let this be true."

Hogwarts; 1991

"You are aware that this is not healthy correct. This, writing your autobiography and living through your memories is okay, you're coping. But creating me, that was not a good thing."

Harry turned his head to look at…well himself, the Harry he was looking at had his hair pulled back into a relax, low ponytail. His eyes didn't shine emerald but rather the irises were a matt magenta color and resonated with a hidden Eldritch power.

He had a nearly emo grunge style of clothing compared to Harry who rather just preferred dark colors and black a lot. Combat boots, combat trousers with not too many pockets, a turtle neck with the collar up to his jaw and a trench coat that billowed in the wind to complete the look.

"Well our memories aren't the greatest you know, I doubt I'd have been able to handle our single digit years by myself."

"Merlin, at least you're still using the right pronouns." The apparently created Harry dropped down onto the bench in the Great Hall next to a frozen Hermione. He snatched the piece of toast out of her hand and took a bite, it wasn't real but the flavor and texture was provided by the memory so it was good.

"Of course, you fool, nothing taken from me, broken off or sent off will never not be a part of me. I don't know what I exactly have become but I know a lot about Ascended now... well I know some stuff" The original shot back, not bothering to look about from their detailing of the scene in the journal laying on the table.

"You've become a chick is what." Harry said in a deadpan before taking another bite of toast.

"Shut up." She mumbled out as she felt the burn from her growing blush spread across her pale and now female face.

"I'm serious about this, turning yourself into a chick? I'm not gonna slag you off for it mate but even I'm not understanding the why." Okay so the Harry was right about that, she had taken to keeping her private mind private from her extensions. "Explain it to me and I'm sure I'll understand at least partially. You haven't even told me the new name you chose."

"I suppose you're right, I did intend for you to be my psychologist." At this Harry threw his arms into the air, the piece of half eaten toast flying to the Hufflepuff table. "It's Máthair…"

Máthair stopped writing and put the quill back into her inkwell before looking at Harry, she kept her gaze on her folded hands on her lap. Psychologist Harry for his part looked semi-stunned at her chosen name, it was a few moments before he attempted to speak only to give Máthair his best fish impression the way his mouth merely opened and closed.

"Besides, I just wanted to be a girl. I was a boy when I lived and putting aside the abuse and near-death experiences a girl's life always seemed…not easier but more fulfilling." There was a small powdering of pink still on her checks but Máthair was managing to look at Harry or at least near him.

"Alright… but both genders have expectations and roles put on them by society. You've seen mostly the public face… okay actually we've been to pretty fucked up places, we both know how bad anyone can be treated regardless of who or what they are…"

"But life is still completely different between the two Máthair…"

"I know that!" Máthair half-yelled, cutting her newly appointed mental health expert off. "Sorry…I know life is different but some things seemed so much easier for girls than guys. Making friends, getting things you want plus the…"

She trailed off there, mumbling her last point too softly for Harry to hear while the blush on her face returned in full force. Harry leaned forwards not speaking, resting his elbows on his legs as he looked Máthair up and down as he waited for her to repeat herself.

Her hair was whiter than the purest snow and a low glow emanated from the chin length and silky hair. He skin wasn't that far behind, only a few shades away that it could be charitably called a light tan while the lipstick she wore stuck out with its dark red, nearly purple color.

He had laughed a little when he first saw her cause even though her eye liner and eye shadow was masterfully and artfully applied she either looked like she had two black eyes or racoon rings depending on the lighting.

He snickered slightly as he leaned back again and by the glare she shot him he knew she knew why. He wasn't going to ask why she'd decided on a Light Battle Raiment as her general clothing but the quality and craftmanship of it could not be questioned, the way he'd seen her training with that new dual bladed staff told him she intended to make full use of both at some point. ( . )

If he were to be described as an Abyss she would be the Light at the of the tunnel, he didn't know if she planned that. He had his doubts, especially after he saw how much everything white on or about her shone with an intensity beyond the sun when she released her magic.

"Sex and orgasms seemed a lot more intense and better for Luna than me…" Her voice was a ghostly whisper and Harry was utterly caught off guard, he'd have never thought that would be a reason for the switch. "Can we really just leave it at I wanna be a chick and move on?"

"Yeah, still think some of this ain't healthy but I'll leave it."

Godric's Hollow - 1980

Máthair walked around a frozen Voldemort and opened the door to the Potter Cottage he was about to destroy. She looked at him before closing the door, scoffing at his dramatic casting and outstretched arms.

"You should've put the alarm wards further out…might've had a chance then." Her voice wasn't accusing but rather bland and observational. The small family offered no comments, frozen as they were in what was literally they're last moment of happiness considering the Dark Tosser outside.

James was bent in front of a large mirror, closely examining his now pink hair with a grin on his face and stuck in a chuckle. There was a spark in his eyes as Máthair was sure he'd been specifically looking at his now pink eyebrows and pink stubble, a Marauder to the last with pranks and his son on his mind.

Lily was sitting on the couch giggling at James while a one-year old Harry sat on her lap and cheered the only way a baby could, in the cutest way possible. She hadn't noticed her red hair slowly lightening or that the tips were already a light pink.

"You didn't need to come…either of you, this is for me…"

Harry had the decency to look slightly ashamed that he was there with her, Death on the other hand stayed silent and without form while observing the room in her memory. She knew why Harry would show up, mental health and all but she couldn't fathom why Death would be here but she could feel him holding himself back from saying anything.

Good, hopefully he'd also be smart enough to choose his words carefully considering what she was about to attempt. With a single blink her eyes had shifted complete, switching from her blood dark iris's to pitch black with only a white ring in them at the edge of where her iris's had been.

The world for Máthair shifted, all the magic around her coming into the visible spectrum along with the souls of those within the cottage and Voldemort outside. Sifting through the magic until she saw only the parts that she wanted, Máthair looked intensely at the magic that connected all those within the memory.

There were connecting lines between the family, connecting Lily, James and baby Harry together and denoting them as family while a line was beginning to form and connect Voldemort and baby Harry, Immortal enemies until one was slain by the other.

"Máthair…" Harry began softly from his position, leaning into the corner of the room right next to the door that was about to be blown in. "I…This…"

He couldn't find the words to convey the thoughts within his mind, a mind steadfastly connected to hers so perhaps he need not voice them but he believed that he needed to. Máthair for her part only had a soft smile playing at her lips, waiting patiently and in silence as Harry put his thoughts in order.

"We've got nothing else… nothing else but each other, nothing to do but traverse our memories at this point I suppose." He ran a hand through his hair as he spoke, a loud and forceful sigh leaving his lips as he finished. "We've got no idea what we're doing but we've got nothing to lose… so, if this is what You wish, let's do it."

The smile on her face didn't grow wider but even Death could see the warmth and assurance that now radiated from it and her. No more words were spoken as she placed her hands, palms flat, against one another in front of her chest.

They began radiating a white, heavenly glow from between them and once she'd deemed it enough Máthair separated them. She held them in the same spot, though now palms facing upwards as if cupping water for her to drink but instead of liquid as white sphere now floated an inch or two above her hands.

Máthair had thought a great deal on everything she had gone through and learned recently, with Death being tight lipped and having no one else to get answers from she speculated and theorised a great deal on many things, now was the time to test one of those ideas.

"I command thee, to become…" The sphere of light and magic pulsed as she spoke, floating slightly higher as she internally willed a great deal more than she spoke. "As that which I am, you shall be…"

The words spoken were no louder than a whisper, though the power behind them and that which flowed from her could be felt greater than… than anything truly. Máthair then breathed deeply before blowing on the sphere as if she was blowing out candles on a birthday cake.

The orb responded immediately to her action, tiny motes of light leaving it in droves of dozens then hundreds and thousands. They spread everywhere and did not remain in the cottage of Godric's Hollow, going to places unseen and continued to do so until Máthair stopped her breath and the last, tiny mote of light remained in the room.

It stayed above her palms as she turned and took three steps before kneeling in front of Lily Potter and the baby Harry she held on her lap. The mote of light slowly moved away from Máthair, slowly floating towards the child before entering his chest and the glow that suffused his chest disappearing a moment after.

"Come Harry…" Her voice was still soft but this time holding an edge of certainty and allowing no room for any action other than what she commanded. "We have a lot to speak of with Death, and so much time to do so."

Máthair and Harry's forms dispersed, slowly turning to dust that floated off and vanished, returning them to her realm whilst Death remained a few moments longer before he too followed. The Realm Máthair had commanded into Creation now absent of the three entities but full of those that had existed and lived at the time the memory had taken place.