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This chapter is the big one, the culmination of the introduction into making Harry the OOC mess that I need him to be. So, if you're still here after this chapter, welcome to… The Eclipse Lord.

Buckled up because I have zero impulse control and my betas are the voices in my head.

Chapter – Shore

There was a noise? …He strained his hearing but still, he could not recognise it, but it was there, constant, and almost rhythmic… water…. It sounded like water. The sloshing movement of a large amount of water as it brushed across itself, churning, and rolling. He hurt… He was stiff, his whole body felt like it was one big rock… a very beaten-up rock. His eyes were so heavy, he didn't want to open them, he couldn't open them.

Something warm and wet encompassed his fingers, it stayed there for a breath before quickly receding, being pulled away, tugging on his flesh as it did. It happened again and again matching the sounds he could hear, his hand would be engulfed a bit higher each time by the warm, wet substance. The next time it happened he closed his hand into a fist, the movement hurt, he couldn't feel the warm wet stuff, but he captured something else as well… it was rough and course. He pulled the hand to his face, clenched fingers brushing his nose, he breathed in the air around his hand… it smelt like…

Possibility. A strange hissing thought echoed through his head inducing panic.

Against his will Harry's eyes launched open, startled by a voice he didn't recognise and a furious itch in his mind, at once Harry willed his gift around him, a defensive barrier ready to react. But nothing happened. His gift did not surge, it didn't twitch, it wasn't there… nothing was, Harry felt dread, he was hollow. Panic building slowly, Harry used his now open eyes to actually observe around him, but what he witnessed wiped all sense of panic from his mind and replaced it with pure wonder.

A sea of pure gold, shimmering in beautiful glory, stretching out to a red-tinged horizon. The swell of this otherworldly sea crashing onto the beach, upon which Harry laid, a beach made entirely of black sand. Looking out at it, Harry focused on the horizon where a wall of fluffy clouds rose in majestic swirls like a wall on intricately carved marble. The clouds seemed like the edge of a bowl containing that glimmering sea, but as Harry moved his gaze up, he saw the clouds begin to thin, there did Harry see the sky for the first time. It was the heavens in motion… stars twinkling in all their glory, cosmic clouds coiling around vast gaps of space. And planets, several celestial bodies hovering like colossi of varying colours, islands in a sea of stars.

Desperate to see more of this transcendental wonder Harry forced his stiff sore body to roll onto his back, the crunch of the black sand underneath him accompanying his motion. Once on his back, Harry saw even more of the heavens, arcs of light shimmering amongst a dash of rainbow coloured space cloud, bringing out their colours in a myriad rainbow of celestial brush strokes, red and blue, orange, and cyan, pink, and green. Harry was overcome with an honest swell of emotion a pure sense of astonishment and wonder. Harry kept his gaze moving until he was facing in the opposite direction to where he started, and it was here he had to take pause.

A few things he found of note was that the bowl of solid clouds around the horizon was in fact a complete wall that traced the entire horizon, there was no sun, but the horizon all had that red glow that tinged the sea orange and the clouds a clay brown. The final thing of note was the most alien thing he had seen yet, three colossal pillars of pure black that splashed down into the distant sea. The strange substances each tracing back up to what looked like holes in space, ringed by wavering light, the sight leaving Harry stumped as to the nature of the phenomenon he was witnessing. Bringing his gaze back down to the ground from their heavenward trace Harry laid his sight on a most peculiar sight.

From the beach where he laid, about a couple hundred meters away were structures or more accurately, ruins. They looked like coiled crystal roots that had once formed some type of pillar that had long since fallen to the ravages of time and now listed in the sandy soil while chunks of their translucent structure flaked off, but didn't fall to the ground rather, the broken flaking shards floated aimlessly around the larger complete structures. These pillars seemed to flank some onyx stairs that lead up a small incline away from the shore and towards a larger building like structure that baffled the mind of its observer. Thousands of long flat structures radiated off into the sky, twirling out for a moment before spiralling back in to form a towering helix structure made up of all the individual strands that lead up to the stary sky above. This baffling structure was a strange combination of pure white with what looked like red streaks hidden amongst the many flat strands that made up its massive coils. Honestly, it had a form of hypnotic effect with the dazzling sunset light the ricochet off of it.

Harry laid there and stared at the way the light was pulled into the colossal refraction tower, forced up its strange spiral structure before the sheen was jettisoned off into that beautiful starry sky. It was utterly enchanting and brought a peaceful smile to the boy's face. Harry allowed his eyes to close and basked in the soothing sound of the water washing up on shore as the warm sand comforted his body. He was submerged in peace as he laid there embracing it all… it was so wonderful.

The scream of a woman, the sensation of pressure building in his brain, burning agony tracing his flesh…

Peace.

The sound of bone breaking, flesh sizzling, a man screaming in agony as a woman rips her head back while clenching torn flesh between her teeth, a bloody snarl directed at her attackers.

The soothing waves.

Being hauled backwards, his fingers shattering under the force of a boot, the sound of wood smacking flesh and teeth scattering in the dirt.

The warm sand.

Rage and fury, exhaustion, pain, cursing a man, cursing all of them…

…

Her body was unmoving as it laid in the dirt, cursing him, curse him, curse.

… Curse who?

Harry ceased relaxing locking onto that question as it rattled around inside his head. Those shocking violent images, that rage that set his lungs afire and made his heart hammer in his chest, Harry thought about them but still, he could not work out the Name of the man he wanted to curse. But he remembered other things, a fire, a noose, a woman, multiple men… pain, blood, suffering and a wish. Harry's brain was starting to recollect itself from this lull it had worked itself into, but still, pieces were missing, and a strange sensation began to coil in his stomach.

Why can't I remember, maybe my gift remembers… wait where is my gift, that's right I didn't have it before, but then I looked at that beautiful sky…

…

Focus!

W-wait, what? What was that? Where is my Gift!? What Happened!? Who do I want to curse?

…Dammit what happened? Maybe I could ask Roselyn? Who is Roselyn?

Harry felt that sensation in his stomach grow and make him feel ill, at the thought of the name Roselyn. But despite his efforts, he couldn't put a face to that name and so he laid there on the beach in frustration as the answers continued to elude him.

Dammit who is Roselyn, why can't I remember them, they were in the… they were in the place… the p-p-place.

Say it.

p-p-p…

Say it.

T-the… woods. Roselyn was there in the woods, she needed my help, why… the men, she fought the men, she needed my help to fight the men, who… they got me, they dragged me away. Roselyn! No, they hurt her! She needs me! Damn you… Damn them all. Its all his fault, its all-

VERNONS FAULT!

Finally, Harry let his eyes open, finally, the numbness cleared from his mind and finally, Harry forced his body up into a sitting position and let out a roar of bloody murder… or tried to. While he tried no noise escaped Harry's throat, Harry heard a sound akin to paper scrunching as his mouth tried to move. Confused Harry raised a hand to his lips and caught sight of his skin with fresh eyes, the horror the boy felt could not be understated. His flesh was a burnt pitch black, his skin looking like charcoal in the shape of a hand, heck he was missing two fingers on his right and the thumb on his left. Looking past his hands to his lap Harry felt cold, his legs were bone-thin and the same burnt black colour of his hand. He was missing part of his right foot, everything beyond his heal was just gone, snapped right off and nowhere to be seen. His body was like this all over he realised.

He let his vision roam up, his crotch and lower abdomen were so exposed he could see his first bit of colour… that colour was the white of his iliac sticking out. His stomach was just gone, he was a spine charred black attached to ribs in that area and the sight made him want to throw up. For obvious reasons, he didn't. But his chest was the worst, misshapen and missing parts of his ribs he could see a smattering of burnt fleshy lumps inside that were melted to bones. Harry realised that this whole time he hadn't been breathing, just pretending to. The panic set in, he clawed at his chest with his desiccated, burnt hands... only causing the chard flesh that had clung to them to go flaking off as he heard bone scrape bone. His hands trailed up to his face and there he felt it, no flesh, his head was the same burnt flesh texture, his neck was part burnt our oesophagus part blackened vertebrae he had to guess.

Harry wanted to scream, he tried to. But he had no lungs, no tongue, no mouth… his fingers feeling the rough bumps of teeth where cheeks and lips might have once been. He had nothing with which to scream, but he had to and so Harry let his jaw open again, only for it to flop low and stay there gaping.

Right, they had broken my jaw. Where the hell am I? Wait... is this hell?

Harry looked back around him the beauty of the scenery having a much more muted effect as the horror of his form was now very much at the forefront of his mind. But if this was hell, it was nothing like how the place was described to him. He was told of burning lakes where all manner of sinners who had die-

Died.

…dead. I died… Vernon killed me, strung me up in a noose and set me ablaze on the rope.

The horror of the events was once again all accounted for, the realisation of his death but a numb confirmation to explain his horrific state. But still, his mind had more thoughts to unleash on him, even though Harry was unsure of his brains current status with being burnt.

Oh… oh no, Roselyn, they, they beat her, mauled her, k-killed her. Roselyn… I'm so sorry.

Harry felt indescribable grief, but he could not express it, no tears would be shed from the burnt-out husks that once might have been eyes, no sobs would escape his grim bony maw, the best he could do was allow his head to fall into his hands and conceal himself from the world in the dark.

"Express, Question, Hate, Longing, Blame, Desire."

Harry's head was quick to rise from his hands at something he finally recognised. Those were Commands. Harry would recognise them anywhere, wait, maybe that was his gift, calling out to him with Commands. Harry tried to raise himself onto his feet, his first attempt met with him being unable to get his legs under him and plunging his face into the sand, the sensation of being unable to blink sand from his eyes despite them not feeling it was… uncomfortable to say the least. His second attempt had him rise but he forgot about the large portion of his foot that was missing on his right and quickly found himself tossed into the golden sea adjacent to him. A wave was quick to hurl his body back onto the black sands, his new burnt-out form weighing nothing even to the minuscule waves lapping at the beach. Finally, on his third try, Harry managed to rise and keep himself steady, his legs under him and his body standing lopsided on the black sand. His first step however sent him crashing back to the sand and had it seep into his new bony cavities. As he slowly walked after getting up a fourth time, he tried his absolute hardest to ignore the sensation of sand pouring out from his chest cavity and his dangling mandible.

Upon those black glass-like steps Harry's twisted form limped, his gate lagging and the noise his of his remaining flesh crackling was enough to send shivers down his exposed spine. Doing his utmost to ignore thoughts to his current state of body, Harry made it to the top of the and gazed forwards at the base of the colossal sky-scraping tower to which the onyx stairs lead. Its base appeared to be some dome-like structure, its shape a simple square building made of some type of undefinable material that looked like liquid white marble that was flowing yet not… the roof was the same substance as the heavenly tower that sprouted from the structure and was clearly supposed to be some form of demi sphere in shape… or it would have, had the thing not clearly exploded and now floated there in pieces.

"Rage, Defiance."

"Rage, Disagree."

"Rage, Ignore."

The three strange Commands washed over Harry and made it feel like something tried to push his brain out through the back of his head. There was so much emotion, so much will, in each of those Commands that Harry felt like he was submerged beneath them, his brain felt overstuffed. He couldn't focus, couldn't think, it was impossible to form a new thought as a seamless infinity of ideas surrounding the three Commands tried to conceptualize in his head. Luckily Harry knew from his owns Commands how to push and manipulate gifts, especially within his own body. With a rampant gesture fuelled by rage that wasn't his own Harry let a clawed hand whip behind him, firing a malformed fake Rend Command that tore the concepts trapped in his brain and slammed them into the golden ocean behind him. An imaginary exhale slipped out of his bony maw, a pause to recenter his thoughts allowed Harry to shore up his endurances and push on towards the abnormal building, *itch*.

Harry itched at his forehead as he approached the stranger ruins, the entrance was an open archway, strange sigils adorned it in a bright toxic pink that made ill feelings swirl in Harry's non-existent stomach. Well, that's just unsettling, Harry thought to himself moving into the building, trying not to focus on how he could still feel the parts of his anatomy that were missing. The inside of the building was… confusing, it was far too large, and it seemed to be a giant set of circular steps leading down to a pool of pitch-black fluid. The fluid that pooled at the bottom of the descent was bubbling and churning ferociously, as it did each bubble that burst forth sent a series of whispers around the room that made Harry flinch, *itch*. Harry tried to ignore the strange noises as he gazed about the room, his hand absently scratching his scalp as he glanced at the strangely empty hall.

"I/We/Us/Me, Am!"

A Command that shocked Harry to his core echoed around the room and sent him tumbling to his knees, it was like having his entire existence questioned, who was he, what was he, why was he. While these questions assaulted him Harry rolled uncontrollably down the stairs, deeper into the structure and closer to the inky broiling pool. Coming to a rest a couple of steps above the pool Harry squirmed and writhed as his sense of self felt personally assaulted, realising the solution was the same as before Harry began slamming his head into the stone of the steps, each time he did his sense of self restored as he forcefully ejected the alien Command from within. Harry was left with a screaming headache and burnt skin clinging to the step beneath him, but he knew who he was better than ever before, *itch*. With a renewed sense of vigour brought about by the reaffirmation of his identity, Harry cleared his eyes before he looked towards the pool and flinched powerfully back.

The pool had crept up the stairs and was reaching for him, its bubbling black mass stretching towards him even now. It boiled as the limb of inky darkness stretched towards his nervous form, but as it did Harry heard the whispers cease, they were replaced by something that sounded out like a siren echo. It was a beautiful sound that was simultaneously the hymn of an angelic voice and the thrum of a familiar heartbeat. It was his gift, the part of him that was missing, it was in the pool… And he wanted it back. With no small amount of caution Harry reached out for the black substance, his burnt right hand missing both his ring and pinkie finger stretched out to the strange fluid. The substance was sticky, it engulfed his entire pointer finger, it tugged firmly on the finger, but Harry refused to let it pull him in, *itch*. Pulling his hand back Harry saw that it was unmarred physically… well no more than it was originally, Harry thought as he brushed his fingers over his scalp. With more confidence gained Harry crawled forwards and began moving to the pool, the stretched-out tendril was yanked back into the pool which began to rise, going past one step, then a second entirely before half filling the third.

Harry crawled onto the covered step, the substance creeping up his limbs, while an echo of his gift thrummed in his ears the whole time. With a deep breath, that he didn't really take, Harry crawled to the edge of the covered step, feeling the stronger pull of the pool but not letting it take him, *itch, itch*. The inky black fluid had his gift, but it made Harry nervous, the whispers before combine with those strange Commands that had impacted him earlier… Harry didn't know where he was or what was going on and he scratched the back of his head nervously as he considered his options. As fear began to make him waver and move his mutilated form back from the pool a presence appeared behind Harry and froze his body, *itch, itch, itch, itch*.

Turning around fearfully Harry watched something rise out of the pool, it was just a blob, but Harry felt malice and hunger seep into him as the thing grew bigger before his itchy eyes, *itch, itch, itch*. Harry flung himself back to get away from the quickly growing blob of malicious intent that loomed over him hungrily and was thrown deeper into the pool his scratching hands quick to run over his head and face, *itch, itch, itch, itch, itch, itch, itch, itch, itch, itch, itch, itch, itch, itch, itch, itch, itch, itch, itch, itch, itch, itch, itch, itch, itch, itch, itch, itch, itch, itch, itch, itch, itch, itch, itch, itch, itch, itch, itch, itch, itch, itch, itch, itch*.

Scratch…Scratch, scratch.

Harry now fully submerged felt a burning, searing pain appear on his forehead as if a lump of hot coal was being pressed against it. Harry let out a silent scream and hurried to get his feet under him, finally feeling solid ground Harry ripped his skull out of the inky substance but despite that the pain continued, even worsening as it was exposed above the pool. It burned, the fresh air seeming to give it new life, only this time Harry felt like the hot coal was inside his skull and was trying to bore its way out. In the fresh air, Harry writhed but as he did, he was unaware of the looming mass of inky darkness that swelled up behind him. Finally, at his breaking point, Harry turned around ready to crawl from the pool and sprint back to the beach, where he would happily plunge his head into that ocean until this hellish burning subsided. But when he turned around Harry was met with a wall of fluid that he ran into face first, the burning in his head became white-hot and Harry was forced to scream silently once more.

Harry tugged, pulled, and writhed but the substance had locked his head in place, so even as the burning grew and Harry thrashed about like the tortured creature he was, he was unable to escape. Finally, a muffled cracking noise split the silence of his submerged hell and his head was released. Flinging himself back onto the step and half submerging his body in the liquid Harry looked up in shaky horror as the pain continued to elicit flinches as the burning agony brought up fresh painful memories of all to recent events. As he sat in the pool trembling, he was forced to watch in horror as the blob began to gain form, its bubbling mass shrinking down to reveal a figure standing there, staring at Harry… Hungrily.

It appeared to be human, almost that is, it had a smooth head that was almost bone white with the skin stretched too tight across it, sunken glowing red eyes, and a withered bony body with strange too long limbs that made its torso look like it belonged to a baby. The thing stood there huffing perversely as it looked upon Harry with a ghoulish smile and that same hungering gaze, it licked its lips with a blackened fork tongue and seemed to tilt its head ever so slightly forward, its slit nostrils flaring. The thing pounced, but a terrified Harry was already in a flighty state at the pain he had endured and was quick to retaliate by slamming his skull forward into the homunculus latching onto him, stunning it briefly. The force of the pouncing creature was too much though and the two were sent sprawling off the last step and into the pool where they sunk quickly into unknown depths.

The whispering was back but Harry ignored it, he was sinking but that was unimportant, the only thing that mattered to Harry was that the thing attacking him was smiling still even as it clawed at his exposed ribs and batted aside his retaliating hands. Harry felt his frustrations come to a peak, from both the searing pain that reopened all too fresh wounds and the thing grinning as it attempted to harm him. Harry snapped grasping one of its clawing hands before sending a bony knee up into this abominable monster's smooth crotch launching it over him. With rage as a centre to his focus, Harry whipped around and was ready for the things next attack, gone was its grin, now a ferocious snarl adorned its smooth skull-like face as it swam at him through the inky blackness.

Harry was unsure how he was seeing the thing given he wasn't sure what the state of his eyes was let alone the fact that they were submerged in a pool blacker than oil, but the fact that he could see was what allowed him to kick that thing with his half missing foot, right in its eye. The creature wrapped itself around his leg and began to gnaw, with its bony teeth scraping bone and peeling off burnt dead flesh, but that strangest thing was the pain Harry felt. It was as if the thing was biting into a flesh-covered leg, its incisors tearing through skin and drawing blood as they severed muscles. Harry screamed in his mind and proceeded to kick the thing in its bulbous head until it relented its grip and floated up and above Harry. This continued for too long, it would attack, cause pain upon Harry's body in numerous areas whether they be his arms and legs or his head and torso. The attacks continued and Harry would retaliate with all the wrath of a cornered animal fighting to survive as he bruised, busted, ripped, and cut as much of the hungering thing's body as he could.

Things came to a halt when the sinking two came to what must be the base of the pool and broke off from one another, a cloud of white sand and dust kicking up at the rapid motion. The two were in horrific states, the hungering thing was heavily bruised and was bleeding from its slit nose. One of its sunken eyes was sealed shut by swelling and its bared snarl showed missing teeth, its body was much the same heavily bruised with a cut here or there from the bony claws of Harry. Its worst injury was by far the missing fingers it had, as at one point in their sinking the thing had grappled with Harry's skeletal head and found purchase with its fingers in his mouth. Harry had seen fit to relieve it of some of its fingers, either partially or wholly for its trouble. The digits actually sinking in between the two furious figures.

Harry was relatively unchanged, his horrifically damaged form pretty much mangled beyond repair already, only had two major injuries to show. His broken mandible had been fully removed and was clutched in his three-fingered right hand as a weapon, while a strange amalgam of damaged burn flesh and tissue had been pried from his left eye socket by the grasping hands of the demonic homunculus that insisted on trying to assault him. Strangely this did not affect his vision in the slightest, but the pain was all too real and felt as if his eyeball was being removed in all its unburnt glory. The worst thing though was the exhaustion Harry felt, he didn't know why but it was like every time the damnable albino creature attacked him, he felt a strange sensation as if his very soul seemed to exhale. Harry was not sure how much longer he could fight this thing, sure it was hurt but Harry was tired, and more terrifyingly, he was pretty sure that the wretched parasite was aware of it.

The creature clearly, egged on by something, renewed its assault and launched forward ready to attack and drain more of Harry. But the boy would not surrender so easily and readied his own mandible as a gruesome weapon to assault this wicked thing with. They clashed, albino to-thin skin meeting burnt broken bone in a flurry of hate and violence. They rolled on the floor, a lucky stab of Harry's improvised weapon parting the albino homunculus's exposed belly spilling its blood that blended with the strange fluid they were submerged in. But the creature won the confrontation, it was able to pin Harry's arms down with its greater reach and longer grasp, while the thing used its own pearly white teeth to bite onto Harry's exposed cheekbone. That was it, the excruciating pain of feeling flesh that wasn't there get split by gnawing teeth and this absurd strange draining sensation that seemed to drink of something deep within him. This was how Harry was sure he would die.

Die

Yes, give up, feed me with your broken corpse.

Alien thoughts struck again, and Harry felt the whisper of a Command without a gift behind it strangle his mind. The alien thoughts were the same as the one that startled him on the beach and with that hint, Harry began drawing conclusions he had no right to be able to. This thing was inside of him, the pool dragged it out, it really was a parasite. And it had a gift… but it couldn't use Commands or else it would have torn him apart with it rather than with its bare hands. Wait gifts… the pool had Harry's gift in it that was why he was here, he just needed to find it. Please, please come back, Harry begged as he felt his exhaustion grow and his vision begins to cloud.

Give up

That's it boy, fade.

Harry struggled on searching through the thick blackness around them for his gift, but the pool was strange and made it hard for Harry, almost as if the liquid was hiding what he wanted from him. Please I need you, Harry pleaded in his mind, wishing for completion, wishing to be whole again.

Cease to exist.

I win boy.

Harry, his vision a blurry clouded mess, his face a throbbing source of fresh agony, still found the energy to slam a knee into these vile parasites back, but it did nothing to move the creature. So, Harry let out one last pleading thought to his missing gift as he felt the last vestiges of strength be leeched from his form. Oh, for the love of- AT LEAST COME BACK SO I CAN KILL THIS BLOODY THING! Harry's mind roared and as it did the black pool, they were submerged in ceased to bubble. The creature on top of him stilled before it was grabbed by something and hurled back.

What! No! Not fair! You Die! I WIN!

The misshapen combination of thoughts and unpowered Commands assaulted Harry's mind but could not break him of his revelry, for there in front of him in all its glory was his gift. It was multi formed and beautiful as ever as it hovered there changing from a for legged flouncing cloud to an electric swimming stripe. Harry held his arms out in welcome, inviting it to reunite with him but the parasite had other ideas and attempted to launch itself at Harry since he had his guard down. Harry's gift would have none of this, shooting out a piecing wave of force that tore a hole in the thing's torso before it grew a tail of amorphous mass that slapped the wretched predator into the sandy bottom of the pool, the thing gurgled in the black substance but struggled to rise from the assault. Harry stood there all the while arms outstretched waiting to embrace his other half.

His gift changed until it was a perfect image of his undamaged self, although translucent and glowing slightly green. With a smile on its copied face, it pounced upon Harry in a colossal hug that the boy was quick to match, for a second Harry was overcome with euphoria and all too happy to let all his focus be on his gift as he embraced it, twirling it around in his arms. Slowly but surely, it sank into his core and the two became one, the halves became whole and the world as alien as it was, no longer felt so daunting. Welcome back to us. Harry felt his gift flow through his destroyed body, and suddenly he didn't care what state he was in, he could have been missing all his damn limbs but as long as he had his gift, he would still feel more whole. His power returned Harry allowed his wrath to remerge and turned to the writhing parasite.

It crouched ready to pounce but froze as Harry's stare pierced it… and now the parasite was the one feeling malicious intent. Harry to a step forward only for the parasite to take one back, Harry grinned, and the thing flinched, Harry lifted a bony arm and the creature turned to flee. Harry's grip closed, his gift mimicking the action around the fleeing abomination. Harry felt pain and malice surge through his gift as he snarled and unleashed his gift upon the vile thing that inflicted such pain on him. As he did a Command came to his mind from many voices speaking as one and the entire pool with its strange black fluid bent to Harry's power.

"RUIN!"

Suddenly all was noise and the rushing of fluid as the parasite was pulled apart by a terrible force, its skin flayed off, followed by flesh and muscle, even its bone had grooves carved out of them and by the time the Command had run its course the thing was nothing more than a splatter of fluids being washed away by the swirling currents that were so agitated by the command. Harry had utterly defeated the strange abomination that had been inside of him and as the last evidence of its existence was washed away by the swirling ink of the pool, Harry felt himself begin to rise.

There we go that's another chapter done, where has Harry wound up? What is this strange place? What the hell did he just kill (that one is kind of obvious)? And what was using the other Commands? To find out my lovely readers you must press on and await the next chapter. As I said in the beginning thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoy it, please feel free to comment, follow and favourite as you desire.

Until next time my lovely readers.