Harry Potter of Clan Dun Broch
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Okay, you all know the story… Harry Potter leads a group of School kids into the DoM of the Ministry. DEs tried to ambush them, and after twenty minutes of running combat, the Order showed up, just as everybody ended up in the 'Death Chamber'.
Black started to bad mouth his cousin, who in her insanity, tried to kill him. He danced in front of the Veil, just as she fired off an 'Organ Rot' curse...
Our intrepid hero, with a flying leap, body slammed his Dog-Father out of the way of the curse, narrowly avoiding it himself. But his flying tackle carried them into the misty embrace of the Veil.
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The two wizards wandered through the mists together. Sirius, after reading Harry the Riot Act of 'Impulsive No-nos', cast a jinx that tied them together with a length of unbreakable, untieable, rope.
After walking for an endless two minutes, the 'Fog' cleared away to reveal a Woman in a silver-white chainmail bikini, lounging on a big rock. "Smart move, binding the Lad to you. I could not part you in the fog." her right hand trailed along her hip, her nails, a deep dark purple they were almost black, drawing lines in the condensation, "Is there anyway I could get you to step away?" Her Black, bottomless eyes pulling at their very Souls.
Black looked at her, his head tilting to one side. "Return to the Lad, his Parents, Whole and Hail. Return the three of them to Moony. I made three mistakes in caring for the Lad. One, I chose the Rat over the Wolf as our true friend. Two, I left my Pup in the Hands of another, to hunt said Rat, and Three." Here the Lord of Black drew himself up. "Instead of putting my enemies down, I played with them." He Sneered.
"So, you are binding yourself to him, this life and the next?" she sat up. "Even if I strip away your humanity? Your power to cast spells?"
"As long As I still have Padfoot, to watch over my Pup, and his…" Black swallowed, "I will face judgement in time, Already, Prongs and Lilyflower await me beyond. To welcome home, and to berate me for my many mistakes in raising our little Harry."
The Woman stared at the man for a long time. "Okay. The Master can have a pet, on this Mission. You my dear Grim, will be allowed to talk but your form is locked. I have a need of the Master's skills, and in exchange for a bit of his time, His skill, knowledge, and power will increase. When He has Finished my… Missions, I will return ya both to where I found ya. Almost to the minute."
"Master?" Harry inquired. "And you did not even ask me."
"Yes Master. Your Bloodlines make you the Heir of the Stone and the Cloak." She stood, before the Shadows draped themselves about and over her perfect body. "The Wand, you must Take, but that is as simple as disarming the old fool, when he next tries to wipe your mind. She sauntered close to the youth. She plunged her hand into his chest and drew out a ruby red stone heart with emerald green veins. "Hold this." She dropped it in the palm of his hand before plunging once more into his chest. This time she drew out a crystal ball like item. There was a crack in it near the top. A silky silver and gold ribbon wrapped around and over one that was pale white silken lace. Within the ball, a storm raged. Black clouds were trying to break out, beating on the glass walls of their confinement. Red Lightning warred with AK green bolts. "This is worse than WE thought." She turned her head to shout over shoulder, as someone was just outside of sight. "Sister! I am in need of your expertise!"
A woman strode from the Myst. A grey-blue silver robe covered this woman. At her side hovered a twisted wooden staff holding a pearl the size of Black's fist. "Grimm, Baby. I told you how…" she caught sight of the orb in her 'sister's' hand. "I see why you called me. Double Bound and Locked by Your Wand…" her right hand with nails measuring three inches long, and painted, not polished, but painted an icy blue-white. Waved over the orb, causing the silver-gold ribbon that was criss crossing the orb, to fall away. "That thing held the Childe at his weakest. The Only Good it Did, it kept the Child from becoming an Obscurus." her nails traced the lace ribbon. "Forged in the Olde Ways, out of a Mother's Love. Meant to keep an over-powerful child manageable, but also…" her eyes squinted, "Oh, I see. Well, we will leave that for just now. He can pass it to his first borne." her fore nail double tapped the orb, causing the crack to heal itself. "As to the Tempest within...the 'Boy' will just have to master his Core on his own."
With these booming words, she faded into the Myst. "Grimm-Baby, When He finishs with that Beast, I think I have need of his services. To pay me back, plus a minor boon."
Harry blinked twice. "Okay. That just happened." The other two looked at him. "Even by my standards, that was not normal."
"By Morgana's perky tits," Sirius barked, "Is any of this Normal?"
Harry turned to look at his favorite uncle. "I will tell you, when we can sit down with a couple bottles of cheap whiskey."
"Why the cheap stuff?" the older man asked.
"Because of how fast you will be throwing them back, the Good Stuff would be wasted. One thing Vernon beat into me, not literally this time, was ; You Never Waste Good Whiskey, Bourbon, or Gin."
The Rebel in Sirius opened his mouth to object, when the Pureblood Lord slammed his jaw shut. He tossed his head back and forth a few times… "I see what you are putting down. My Rebel says but it is Whiskey, my Black Blood is saying the Good Stuff is for Lord time drinking, the cheap stuff is for Mauder time partying. And we need to budget a party allowance."
The two mortal males turned back the Female… still holding Harry's Core in the palm of her hand. Harry drawled, you said you had a mission or two for me?"
The Stormy Sphere was once more resettled in Harry's chest, causing his Eyes to glow, before his ruby heart with emerald veins was slammed back into his thoracic cavity. "Yes, A young Lass, not wanting to accept the yoke of adulthood yet, is facing three suitors that do not suit her. I am placing a forth on the board. You have the Skills," she stepped closer to remove his glasses, then scraped his scar with a talon-like nail, drawing a black fog, and ooze from within. The fog was rolled into a billiard ball with a roll of the wrist, before the slime was wiped from Harry's face with a cotton handkerchief, She had pulled out of thin air. Once he was clean, she smiled, "When you both Land, you will both have the skills of a master Artilleryman, Cavalryman, and Pirate. I can front you a bow and quiver of arrows. If I have Timed it right, you shall arrive just as the three Clans join Clan DunBroch for the Games." Her Hood drew up over her head, covering her face in shadow, as a wicked scythe floated out of the Myst. "Luck! HU huh huh!"
The grey fog swirled to embraced the two wizards.
Black turn to glared at Harry, "I blame You!" he shouted, as he was twisted into Padfoot.
Then the 'ground' fell away.
HPCDB.