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Hello, again everybody, so here is hoping that this can be the end of the strange chapters of Harry going around to these strange places and doing strange things. I am aware that all this distorted dram like weirdness can be confusing and I'm pretty sure my inexperience with writing is not helping that matter. But this is also the chapter that I hope things start making a little sense about why I was doing those things, so I'll let you guys get to it now please enjoy.

Chapter 10 – Absurd reality

*Drip*

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There was no wavering of visions or the fluttering of eyelids as Harry was shunted back to consciousness and the painful shitshow that was existence. Harry shot forward with a violent jerk, his body flopping out of the puddle he found himself awakening in. His gift twirled around his remaining arm and heaved with violent ferocity to pry him from the wet ground and onto something more solid. It was with barely contained wrath that Harry began to regain his bearings, his head a swirling storm of frustration and confusion, he didn't have cognizant thoughts rather just snarls and grunts that sounded like a butchered vocabulary being forced through a maelstrom.

He slammed his fist into the ground, the ground underneath caving as his gift worked in tandem to crash into it with the heat of his fury, eliciting a steaming hiss. With newfound endurance, Harry pushed himself up to his knees and found his balance once again lopsided, but after the numerous times he had faceplanted since his death and relocation to this place, Harry was prepared and caught himself with taught agility. With a glance behind him, Harry saw he had lost the rest of his right foot and the majority of his leg beneath the knee. A hiss of fury escaped from his chest as his gift translated his frustration at the situation through the air. Harry changed his focus to instead be on whatever new confusing place he found himself roughly deposited in.

His vision whipped about the rest of his surroundings and found himself in what looked like a swamp, a very unhealthy-looking swamp. The trees were bare wooden prongs pointing skywards with mysterious tufts of something dangling from their branches. The ground was nearly bare save for some withered grass that stood out amongst the dull caramel-coloured sandy soil, there was a lot of murky grey water scattered about in the form of puddles or nearly drained creeks. His puddle stood out all the more with its pitch-black colouration and the strange sense of depth it had. All this was a mere afterthought though when Harry saw the sky, it was horrific, a blanket of noxious yellow clouds like diseased skin broiled and writhed in the heavens with an almost organic movement. But the thing that made it truly frightening was that Harry knew, not thought, knew that there was something worse behind those clouds.

Twisting in the moist sand Harry glanced over his shoulder, his eyes, or whatever he was seeing with, clinging to the sky, a nervousness settling around Harry as he waited for something to erupt from their swirling mass and devour him. Eventually, he was able to drag his nervous gaze down from the monstrous sky and back to the earth. Oh, what fresh hell is this? Harry questioned, his vision locked onto some stone building that looked like it grew from the earth itself. It was like a pyramid, well if a pyramid was a bunch of carved stone heads stacked in a pile in some attempt to resemble a pyramid. There was an entrance that stood out for its geometry, it was a triangle… a strangely perfect triangle, if that made sense, that leads into the darkened depth of the mysterious structure.

Am I really willing to stride into another mysterious building, again…? I need answers… dammit. With a mental sigh to break himself from his introspection, Harry began to crawl through the dirt, with a lot of difficulties. By the time Harry got to the triangular entrance he was caked in the wet sandy soil, its pale clumps clinging to him from head to toe. The pyramid was most definitely stone, its rough grey texture pointing to that being the least likely substance used to build it. The entrance leads directly to a set of stairs that trailed back into the dark depths of the building. Harry pulled himself out of the marsh and onto the stone of the entranceway, the wet ground of the swamp dripping off of him in clumps. Whether or not the last strips of his burnt flesh went with them, Harry chose not to consider.

Now how am I supposed to get down these stairs, Harry thought to himself the puzzle of a safe descent blatantly in front of him, but Harry was drawing a blank regarding a solution.

"BLAME YOU!"

"WRETCHED KIN!"

"Crave, Solace."

Harry was viciously struck from his musings as three sets of Commands slammed into him much to his surprise and sent him clutching his head as a myriad of thoughts assaulted his brain. His gift was already doing its best to protect him from the Commands that had already evoked their effects upon him. All at once Harry felt the epitome of guilt so much so he wished to prostrate himself upon all and beg for forgiveness, his bones began to fester, and something ate at an unknown part that was deep within him. The final Command actually aided in alleviating the other two, making Harry feel a sense of comfort both physical and spiritual.

It was an unfortunate fact that while Harry was doing his best to work through the agony of both a mental and conceptual assault upon his being, that his already lacking balance failed him. On top of everything else, Harry began to descend the stairs leading into yet another mysterious structure, by painfully hitting every step on the way down. There were a lot of steps, and Harry began to feel far too intimate with all of them as his falling body crashed against them. When he finally came to a halt Harry simply felt overwhelmed, his gift was all that was keeping him going, his patience was spent, he had experienced one too many assaults on his sense of self and worst of all he still had no earthly idea what the hell was going on.

With no small amount of agitation Harry pulled his form around to actually see where he landed and felt his ire grow to heights he never before felt capable of. Once again, he was before a door, it was by no means as big as the Gates of Eternity, but it was still far too grand to be a feasible entrance to a normal-sized person or even those strange corpses from the hall. With grit brought about by his mounting ire, Harry pushed himself towards it, his mind a blank storm of white-hot rage. The sound of bone scraping across the stone of the floor was unimportant, the appearance of whatever room he was in was unimportant, the fact that he felt his gift shying away from the door was unimportant. Enough is enough! Harry furiously thought as he got to the door and began to bash his bony fist on it. Harry smashed his hand against the door oblivious to any pain he felt from the act, but the moment he began to draw on his gift, things changed.

The shadows lengthened, the air began to vibrate, the world seemed to invert before his very eyes, and Harry was beholden to the opening of the doors as he laid there on the floor with one arm keeping him propped up. The inside of the room was simple, unnaturally so, the walls and floor were all smooth and the shape of the room was just that of a large sphere. But the room itself was unimportant, what was important was the… things, inside of it. Harry thought he had felt overwhelmed before but now it felt like he was truly having an out of body experience because what he saw before him baffled him utterly. Harry finally understood where those Commands were coming from, but how he wished he hadn't.

Just opening the door had overwhelmed Harry with a stringent series of thoughts and concepts, names and titles, ideas, and knowledge that all in all, gave him a horrifying degree of understanding for just what he was witnessing. He before three beings that somehow projected their conceptual identities, their very beings upon the world. They were not merely a person or a thing, they are simply because they choose to be. Pieces of a puzzle that Harry had not even known existed flitted past his mind and collaborated themselves into a picture of suns that cried in remorse and darkness that bellowed hunger. Reality warped and for a second, millions of overlapping pictures appeared before Harry's insufficient eyes… but the figures, despite shape or form remained constant and unbending. Harry felt a treasure trove of mad knowledge reveal itself and suddenly the voices of dammed choirs sung out as their voices translated for him.

"… This, is unexpected." The central being announced, whether by sound or some other means Harry was unsure, but his voice was experienced all the same. Harry didn't know how exactly, as all entities before him were still unperceivable in any way he could comprehend, but he just knew that all their attention was suddenly upon him. The fear he felt at that fact had him quivering upon the floor as his vision burned and his mind ached to try to make sense of what it was, he was seeing.

"What is that thing? Some type of dead mammal, brother did you bring along a plaything!?" The being on the right turned to its counterpart that encompassed more space than the left side of the room should have allowed. Its voice was the sound of infernal cogs collapsing upon phantasmal pistons, it was the whirring of planet-eating engines and sun syphoning pumps. The longer Harry stared at it the more its form coalesced into something cold and unflinching. "I was unaware the tragedy of our family was such a bore to you, by all means, feel free to take yourself and your toy and return to the hole from which you crawled out of."

"You are as disrespectful as always, sibling. Truly you have no respect for our situation, for you to try and thrust this thing upon me is clearly some lackadaisical scheme to draw attention away from the fact that this is still your fault." The entity on the left was confusing and contradictory, it was superheated darkness that consumed spaced with a writhing body of searing power. Its voice was the death of dominion the victorious bellow of usurpation, it was anarchy and order, the sound of justice through brutal violence and horrid destruction.

"You will not judge me the guilty little bug, I weep tears of such decadence for our sibling, that entire worlds have tributed upon my altar and found no reprieve from my grief." The entity on the right seemed to rear up, its visage becoming more solid, more tangible. As it did the sound of vile engines thrummed to life beneath a sea of infinite dreams. Harry pushed his head against the concrete eager to pull away from the sound so horrid it made him crave a fresh death.

"Perhaps the both of you could pry a truce from behind your bared fangs and witness truly what strange happenstance is before us." The middle entity spoke, and Harry heard stars collapse in the distance, he heard existence carve itself out of shadow and kingdoms of hellfire and banelight fabricate themselves to the singing of condemned artisans. "How is it possible that such a pitiful thing found its way to us on this pit of madness? Behold it, for the thing, was once little more than a mortal child, yet its undead corpse finds its way to us."

"What are you getting at, why do you draw us from the cause that forces us together once more? The entire sky above this world writhes with a thousand squirming world maggots, but the sight of some mammal's child corpse is what intrigues you." The entity on the right was becoming more tangible, more real, its voice thundered quietly, and Harry loathed every second of it. He kept his head pressed to the ground and refused to look up, terrified at just what he might see. As they communed though Harry felt himself understand… things. The entities were not truly before him, it would be accurate to state he was seeing the echoes of something far more prominent to the universe. This conversation was nothing more than a phone call and he had somehow stumbled into the middle of it.

"… I am forced to agree with our sibling, it is an oddity to be sure brother, but we have more pressing matter than this thing before us. It is not to be for long either, its form cannot hold together before our majesty, let it fade and let us resume our communion." The left entity spoke, Harry tried to ignore the feeling of a thousand scuttling legs brushing across and through him.

"The both of you will save your diatribe for each other until I desire to have it forced upon me again, the number of times we have now gone over this point is too many. Besides I believe it is you two who need to make a closer inspection of our guest." The middle voice commanded before doing something, which sent all of Harry's senses haywire. It moved, the presence moved towards Harry and as it did Harry felt his world be caught in a loop of unmaking itself and reforming. Finally, the dizzying experience came to an end as his senses resettle and a deafening silence pervaded around him. The silence was broken when Harry's world became consumed by the middle presence as it communicated directly to him.

"Little thing, can you understand me?" The presence that was directly before Harry enquired, its question was like having the eyes of an entire world stare at him with rapt attention. Harry could not think, his brain felt stuffed with buzzing bees at the entity's attention. Harry wanted it to go away, but he knew it wouldn't and so with a trembling effort, he nodded his head.

"Did the corpse just nod?" The right entity enquired, its voice bringing the image of an entire spinning planet halting its movement.

"Surprised are you, I hope my intrigue would make more sense dear sister, it seems we have before us a child magician." The middle entity replied to the entity on the right, Harry felt the buzzing in his brain subside, his gift finally making itself known again as it wrapped around his head like a blanket, dampening Harry's ability to perceive the world. "Look at that, it instinctually responded to us, it seems to me that it has yet to grasp our true nature which is why it no longer gazes upon us."

"Your mirth is noted dear sibling but is now really the time for you to enjoy the macabre amusement afforded to you by a conscious corpse if you desire it, I have a shade world that would be simply delightful for you, I'd happily trade it to you for us to resume our important discussions." The left entity moved forward, and Harry was once again thrust into confusion as even with his gift shielding him, the world seemed to come apart as the being moved, it was like Harry couldn't perceive both of them at the same time if it was in motion. When the left entity came to a rest in its movements, it was making contact with the middle entity, the contact seemed to mesh their two existences and Harry experienced in an almost too real way to be vicarious the respect these two beings had for each other.

"Brother please look at it, I promise that if you actually gaze upon it my interest will make sense if you could only cease your hated stare at our sister and bare your sight on this thing." The middle entity implored, its presence pulling away from Harry granting him some much-needed relief, it was like having a pressure siphoned from within his skull that pulled an unspeakable amount of tension up from the base of his spine. A disconcerting but oh so satisfying feeling to be sure.

"Fine, for you and one other would I halt my wrath brother." The left entity stated and then Harry's world was darkness, his bones liquid, his mind an open book as something flicked through the pages, this series of hellish sensations came to a visceral end when the left entity seemed to explode with emotion. "This cannot be!"

"But it is! and once more am I proven capable beyond the means of the both of you. The boy has been to Ya'vana." The middle entity celebrated, and Harry felt the right entity hurry over to join its companions the world shifting once more as it did. But with all three entities examining Harry, the experience became too much. He couldn't take it even with his precious gift doing its best to help him, they just dissected it and pierced his thoughts all the same and so Harry finally lashed out.

"STOP!" Harry Commanded, his gift-giving life to his order and the world seemed to slow as did the experiences penetrating his very self, for a few glorious seconds Harry was able to catch his metaphorical breath. Then reality almost literally crushed him, space folded with him in the centre and Harry felt all his remaining bones crack and bend under the strain, his gift was physically rent aside and his mind laid bare once again.

"Curiosity it is no longer! This thing would leash magic and turn it upon us! You pathetic little insect I will see your soul reduced to soup for the foulest of abominations, your agony will be added to hellish choirs so vile that it will make even gods cringe." The right entity threatened, its existence now an overbearing subject that loomed over Harry and made something deep within him ill. Harry crawled away from it or at least tried to, the moment he moved his remaining arm it crumbled to a pile of bone shards that left him merely facing away from it.

"Be calm sibling, you make yourself look as childish as I know you to be." The left entity jabbed mockingly at the right. Harry against his better judgement looked up, ignoring the sound of his neck cracking as he did, to see the entities again. He witnessed them in their stupefying glory and knew that he was insignificant.

"Do not pester me to defend one of your ilk's!" The right entity retaliated, within Harry's mind, he saw a sun made of souls and machinery churn to life with a baleful glow. The left entity reared back, its height absurdly tall, so much so it seemed to force the room to get taller just so it would fit, as it rose a hiss escaped it and Harry saw something pluck a sun from the heavens and maul it with fang and claw.

"Fret not for them, they are just frustrated with acts far beyond your ken. Now little dead thing, I think it is time for some introductions… and seeing how you are the one treading where you most certainly do not belong… it seems only fair that you begin." The middle entity with a voice that made the space around them warble, pressed Harry to introduce himself. His presence actually acting somewhat as a barrier that reduced the chaotic agony the other two were inflicting upon him and halted such confusing thoughts and imagery.

Harry's thoughts were polluted with trepidation as he tried to come up with a way to communicate his name without his gift. He finally settled on trying to think it really, really hard and pray that somehow, they picked it up by examining him.

"Dear brother perhaps if you intend for the corpse to be able to commune with us in any way resembling a conversation, you should make the mockery of life give back his gift and perhaps even restore him." The entity on the left advised the central one its presence once again directed entirely back to Harry along with its argumentative counterpart.

"Ahh right, apologies it has been too long since I have had to interact with such lowly creatures. Sister could you return to him what is his, and brother would you kindly give it back whatever facilities it requires to commune with us." The central entity persuaded both of the others.

It would not be an understatement to say that the actions of the other two were instant, within no more than a blink Harry had his gift erratically bouncing back in his chest in a fretful fit. On top of that, he found his body renewed, in fact, it felt brand new, with halting movement Harry pushed himself back up to his feet… with two new hands… and he had feet proper whole feet, two of them. With a quick inspection Harry found he was restored entirely, flesh and skin covering a whole skeleton and most importantly, he had a jaw with a tongue and working vocal cords.

"Thank you," Harry spoke his gratitude with his rough renewed voice, his head still facing down as his terror had by no means subsided and he very much was resisting the hurtful urge to gaze upon their presences again.

"What a strange creature, bipedal, covered in fine hairs except for the head where it appears to be much thicker. Bilateral symmetry, with most of its sensory organs, positioned upon its braincase, save for an epidermis that covers the whole organism and allows it to perceive physical stimulus." The middle entity was almost surrounding Harry now, its gaze was quite literally piercing, and Harry was positive that where it observed him his hair would rise in response. "Huh, it has a name indeed but given the circumstance, I shall allow it to introduce its identity, but the species of the creature is known as a human, and it seems they are each an individual onto themselves." The middle one continued unabated until it finally seemed satisfied with its inspection of Harry. "Now then enough hesitance, introduce yourself human corpse."

Harry gulped, a small thrill spiking at being able to do such an act again, he inhaled before speaking in his most polite voice, "Hello, my name is Harry Potter."

"Wonderful, now I shall return the favour, I like my siblings possess far too many names so I will settle for imparting onto you one of my preferred titles. You may refer to me as Obarhurr, 'The Throne of Reality." Obarhuur introduced themself and as they did Harry felt space slip around him, his face reflexively raising to lay his fresh eyes upon Obarhuur but it was different this time. Gone was the tumultuous overlapping images and visual ordinance that was their presence before they introduced themselves. No, now Harry could actually understand a bit of what he was seeing and what a sight it was, Obarhurr was a positively magnificent if not baffling vision to behold.

Obarhurr appeared as a humanoid figure by only the vaguest sense of the concept. Their head was a pyramid that's surface seemed to writhe with a texture akin to snakeskin, its body had the faintest hints of a set of shoulders, but they went back too much. they had an almost human-looking chest, but it was covered in what looked like a golden carapace that would be more at home on a crustacean. Their stomach was crystalline, by that it appeared to actually be some form of jaded purple crystal that grew out from their chest cavity and down into its pelvic region where the crystal was again covered by very narrow hips. Around its waist was a long spooling skirt clothe that pooled around the floor and concealed any matter of madness that existed beneath their alien form.

But the thing Harry's eyes kept darting back to amongst the menagerie of madness had to be Obarhurr's arms. He had several of them, disconnected from his body but floating around his being, some looked human, others were more akin to crab claws, one was just a spooling of tentacles, another looked like a flail. The reason Harry had such trouble cataloguing them was that they seemed to phase in and out of reality on some unknown whim. Each of the arms hovered either behind or to the sides of Obarhurr's main body like asteroids circling a sun, or satellites around a planet.

"See, do you see my kin, it is a capable little thing. Already with but the faintest application of my will it begins to perceive a fraction of my nature, appointing to me a comprehensive form that teeters on the edge of its understanding." Obarhurr elatedly informed his companions, his eagerness made images of stars singing to one another appear within Harry's mind, the scale of the mental image was actually dizzying. Obarhurr quickly turns its body so that it is facing left, allowing Harry to visibly perceive where it is directing its attention for once. "Brother, you are far more closely linked to such life forms, could you please humour me from my grief, present to the little corpse a name of some bearing so I may witness the process of its tentative grasp on our existence once more." Obarhurr implored its companion its hands all doing a multitude of gestures, some of which almost looked recognizable.

"… I see no reason for me not to spare you some torment if only for a brief reprieve I shall humour you." The left entity turned to Harry and its presence began to fill all of his senses, like a white noise that you could also smell and feel. "Listen to me well corpse thing as I gift you with one of my favoured titles, you may refer to me as Lodium, 'The Absolute Void'." All at once, Lodium became a real and present thing, in the sense that a shape of missing space could be present. It was far easier to vaguely understand in a sense, at least compared to Obarhurr, Lodium was merely a black abyssal mountain of flickering shadows that with its every wavering movement consumed space, matter, and light.

Because of this Harry was only able to get a very vague sense of Lodium's shape, he was big though, larger than Obarhurr and that felt strangely right for some reason, he was a large, towering mass of writhing and flickering shadows with eight pure white eyes that gazed with a vicious intensity. Its body did actually have other features though, it had four insect-like arms tipped with hands that had three fingers and a thumb but each of the digits had two extra knuckles and were more like chitinous claws than proper fingers. Harry could not really discern a neck with its form being a constant writhing shadow, but one thing he could discern was that above its eight eyes, Lodium possessed a set of magnificent antlers that rose above his head like an obsidian crown. Harry would have tried to look closer but to do so would be to lose himself in an endless abyssal void, as while Lodium's outline might have been relatively easier to comprehend, the actual depth of his form would have to remain un-investigated, lest Harry loses himself to its void.

"A pleasure to meet you," Harry responded his voice trembling and his body instinctively bowing very, very low. He stayed there until he felt Lodium look away and only then did he let his body straighten back up, his head remain firmly downwards.

"…I will concede to you this brother, he does indeed grasp the concepts we present to him quickly, it seems along with a firm grasp of his power he is equipped with a vibrant imagination for a corpse thing," Lodium commented to Obarhurr his voice giving nothing away and honestly sounding very empty, unnervingly so.

"It pleases me so dear brother that you would comply so easily with my desire, you have my appreciation. Now… sister?" Obarhurr twisted about without actually doing the motion, the action eliciting a flinch out of Harry as his mind bent to comprehend the act.

"Do not fear sweet brother, I will inflict no harm upon your new toy, but I need you to elaborate on what you meant when you said that this pitiful undead had travelled to Ya'vana?" The right entity stepped forward its gaze pinning Harry to the spot, the painful pinching of his skin made it feel more physical than metaphorical. Harry tried not to flinch but as the right entity joined its other cohorts Harry could physically feel such a myriad of thoughts and concepts echo off its presence that it was like having a crowd of people scream multiple things at him at once and the only way to get them to stop was to respond to them each individually.

"Dearest sister, could you not give the corpse thing a title with which it can commune to you with, at this rate it is likely to combust from the unrestrained echoes of your presence." Obarhurr politely requested, its multitude of Hands performing a series of acrobatics in the air.

"Yes, sibling! Give the little corpse some idea of your fabricated existence," Lodium needled at the right entity its voice malice and challenge. Harry was beginning to become truly confused by the relationship the three had with each other, one moment he was ready to call them siblings, the next he was ready to call them sincere enemies.

"Hush wretched bug, you may give away your 'precious' titles so freely, but I will not bless this little dead thing with any of my favoured titles… but I will grant it a known one all the same. You, little corpse, you may gaze upon my splendour and know the fabrication of progress and the assertion of adversity. Know this title and know of but a fraction of my majesty, you may refer to me as Tzazulquizha 'The Calamitous Dream'." As with the other entities Harry felt space warm and twist once more, but unlike the others, the process was more painful and left Harry staggering. Harry cautiously rose his head to gaze upon Tzazulquizha, a name that he was positive was unpronounceable with his human tongue. The moment his eyes came to rest upon her chosen form, he felt a warm fluid begin to run from his eyes. A quick check with his fingers revealed he was crying tears of blood.

Tzazulquizha was a warped cloud of lightning and dancing lights, gazing upon her was painful now more physically than mentally. But it wasn't the sight of her that was the issue, no she had chosen this form to display her disgust of him, Harry was sure. If he focused on her he could hear the crushing groaning sounds of celestial machines churning upon world engines as klaxons that shattered rock blared heavenly hymns preaching to the impure of the impending rites. Harry felt a stir deep from within and in fact, a small itch began to grow upon his forehead the longer he listened to the horrifically enchanting noise. "It is very nice to meet you," Harry forced out through grit teeth as he worked through the pain while the blood from his eyes dripped to the ground.

"Does the term petty mean anything to you sibling?" Lodium questioned pointedly as a fraction of his shadowed mass seemed to harden briefly.

"I do not need to make it easy for the vile thing… besides he grasped more than I thought he would," Tzazulquizha replied with a voice like a mechanical purr that vibrated Harry's skull. Lodium seemed ready to say something only for Obarhurr to cut his way to the front of the both of them, his arms around him like a cowl as he seemed to communicate to the two of them privately. Harry took this as a chance to gaze upon the three and felt even punier as he experienced them. Truly they were awe-inspiring but baffling in nature, he understood that what he was seeing was akin to a 2D picture of a 3D object just on a much more… complex level. The three of them were towering but still fit in the room. Harry was barely bigger than a hand belonging to Obarhurr who appeared to be the smallest of them, but at the same time, he looked like he could hug Harry as an old friend and rest his head against his chitinous chest. The space in this building was readily warped and distorted as the three moved, it wasn't even a conscious act Harry was sure, they simply moved and space compensated.

Harry had to pause his examinations as Obarhurr suddenly focused on him again, Harry knew so by the sound of hollow oceans crashing against solid space. The other two followed suit and Harry was submerged in a litany of overwhelming sensations but by closing his eyes and tightly wrapping his gift around himself like an infant with a blanket, he managed to stave off the worst of the effects and remain standing. "'Tis a shame you struggle to witness us, it has been so long since such a simple creature has been able to communicate with me, I would love to open myself to you more, but this would surely erase you at present." Oburhurr shared his disappointment in a very clinical manner, like an experiment that just wasn't panning out how he desired.

"Brother please endeavour to retain your focus, you promised us an explanation to how this thing came from Ya,vanna and we did humour you and break from our purpose, so please explain how this thing came from our lost sibling's favoured throne world." Tzazulquizha requested with a light degree of force, her lightning tinged blue as it crackled within her shape casting out black sparks that whispered sinister plots.

Harry felt the air in the room change as if he was suddenly submerged once again, Obarhurr was looming over him now his pyramid head shifting hypnotically as his limbs orbited him methodically. "Right of course forgive me, but I believe this one should get us started. Now I believe you called yourself Harry Potter, so human corpse Harry Potter. How is it you came to stand before the Unborn?"

There we go, the end and the introduction of the Unborn who will play a part in things to come, so before I finish, I wish to issue a challenge to my wonderful readers, one of the Unborn is a blatant reference and I would love to see if anyone can get it. If you do, please leave a comment, it would be awesome to see how many of you lovely people have exceptional taste.

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