AN:
Thank you to everyone reviewing, I enjoy reading them good and bad. I believe it is good practice to address some of them so I shall try for a few of them each chapter. I will not post the entire review just the reviewer and which chapter and my notes.
frankieu chapter 8 . Jan 16
Thanks for reading. As you will see below only a small 'splash' of attention form the tournament. Hopefully my reasons make sense.
RoyalTwinFangs chapter 8 . Jan 16
The first meeting he had with Darrow posing as Michael. It's why Cato tried to attack Darrow and Darrow used pure brute force to stop him.
scyfly chapter 5 . Jan 17
Part of me is happy that you read all the chapters and another part of me is concerned that you read all the chapters even when it didn't seem to like the story at all.
Thank you for reading and for your input I will say that if you didn't like the story so far it's unlikely you will like it going forward. Either way I still appreciate your input.
To answer some of your input:
Magic works in all the universes. What will differ is the amount of ambient magic. It's the same for science in the sense that it will work in all the universes otherwise there is no way a Stargate Hyperdrive will work in anything that closely resembles our reality. It's basically 'magical' science.
Unfortunately it's how it goes and there is a level of hand waving that is needed. I don't currently have the skills or energy to think of better reason to make things work or not work.
Voldemort was an unparalled genius up there with the likes of Dumbledore and Grindewald. There's also learning the mind arts through brute force and possibly lobotomizing your subjects or through careful and safe considerations with a master. At least in my story it is.
Darrow is not a genius nor a terrible person yet to go around accidentally lobotomizing strangers. Not yet at least.
Guest chapter 7 . Jan 15
Yo! Write your story! I know it is scary it literally took me months to even have the courage to put down a couple of words on 'paper' (Microsoft word lol)
Darrow will go back to Xena verse to pick up more goodies soon. There are the apples, more ambrosia and he wants to meddle a bit with the world since 'Darrow' did not like the way the Hercules and Xena shows ended.
loki98065 chapter 8 . Jan 17
Fleur wasn't in the competition. It's a made up *cough* busty *cough* character that Darrow will see again *wink*
He will eventually bring people from HP universe in his travels since he wants magical minions, because magic is deus ex machine OP.
About helping Harry and Co… Darrow will more like help himself. Their goals will kind of align.
Thor-uk2000 chapter 8 . Jan 17
Stargate coming up soon. It's the main universe where Darrow will be building his empire.
Guest chapter 3 . Jan 18
Thanks for catching that. For the sake of the story and because I'm too lazy to go change it lets say Darrow went to a Zombieland universe where the outbreak happened much earlier.
The universe is mostly used as a cash grab and won't really affect the story that much. It can be interchanged with really any other apocalyptic or post-apocalyptic movie that happens in the 80s.
Thank you all for you input it is appreciated and please don't be surprised if I 'steal' some of your suggestions.
Story inspired heavily by 'Cruel To be Kind', '12 Steps To Omnipotence', 'Rise of an Empire' and a million and one other fanfics. If you see stuff and think that it's similar to another fanfic. it's probably because we read the same story and I liked that plot line or idea.
BEWARE this is a 'Gary Stu, wish fulfillment, power fantasy type story.
Thank you for reading!
Enjoy
Chapter 9
Year 4, Day 363: Harry Potter Universe, August 1993
I felt the heat of the sun's rays bathe me, warming up my skin, as I am meditating in my considerably large 'back yard'. The rustle of the breeze through the foliage of the trees and leafs of grass provided a soothing calming effect on the mind enhancing my focus and inner peace.
This school year is the year that the whole Sirius Black fiasco happens and more importantly than that it is the year the ministry in all their wisdom will send Dementors to guard the school. Soul sucking creatures right alongside rowdy teenagers, of course nothing can go wrong.
I took another deep breath through my nose and let it out through my mouth in a controlled rushed. I slowly fell into a pattern of rhythmic breathing and focused on bringing up memories of my childhood.
'My mother kissing my knee to make it all better after I scraped it running around the back yard.'
'My father playing basketball with me, pretending like I deked him... lifting me up to dunk the ball in our drive way hoop.'
'My sister helping me build a pillow fort in our bedroom staying up late reading stories, while our parents were pretending not to hear us from downstairs.'
All sweet and heartwarming memories and with Occlumency I was able to remember them more vividly than ever before ..yet they still weren't quite enough.
This past summer I had hit a snag. Before and after the tournament I had been trying to get the Patronus spell down however I wasn't able to manifest a corporeal Patronus quite yet.
Simple force of will wasn't quite working and even bringing happy memories up wasn't helping me make any progress. I had a feeling there was something more to it than just remember happy memory and cast the charm.
It also probably didn't help that the more I thought about my family, my friends or my dog I would also get hit by a spark of sadness.
I was close though, I knew it and I felt it in my gut. I was close to finding the right memory, the right feeling the right expression of magic that missing piece that would enable me cast my corporeal Patronus.
Oh and what a sight it will be. I know it will be glorious! I have a water affinity as a god and I just know in my heart my Patronus will be a glorious water dragon.
Like the legends of old the serpentine dragon that will swallow the earth in its grasp.
'We are at the beach on hot and sunny day. Me and my sister playing the old tried and true run away from the waves game. My father joins us; he is in his late thirties, still young and strong and so is mom. She comes in and splashes him, I splash her in retaliation and my sister me. An all-out splash fight ensues. … Laughing..giggling..we are back at out blanket feet covered in sad, dad drying us off and mom feeding us peaches.'
A calm burst of emotions surges within me. I loved my family and they loved me, I would put my life on the line to protect them and they would do the same. This unconditional love, this willingness to sacrifice to put you're very soul on the line to protect those who you care about.
I know this is the right feeling, the right memory the right expression.
I am ready.
I open my eyes and find that both Cato and Nick are staring at me. I am hovering a few inches of the ground in the lotus position. In my inward focused state I did not even notice them coming or make a sound.
'Dam I really need a way to detect people magically.'
"Are you alright Darrow?" Nick asked. "You were just glowing blue."
I stand and face the two men.
"I'm alright and thank you for asking. I think I just had a breakthrough. No" I pause. "I know so." I finish with confidence.
"The Patronus?" asks Cato. "You found the missing piece?"
I nod to him. The old man is very intuitive.
"I did." I move to a few feet past them.
"Today you shall witness something momentous. Glory in its purest form. My corporeal Patronus! The serpent which shall grasp the whole Earth in its protective bosom!"
I sensed a spark of worry in both men as they saw my cheery determination. It's always unnerving when you're mysterious employer starts preaching about his own glory though at the same time I could feel a spark of curiosity as well. They know I've been working on this for the whole summer so they are just as curious.
From what I gathered from my readings the corporeal Patronus is more than just a random animal it is an expression of your soul though some wizards have theorized it is a reflection instead. I'm not the philosopher type and I'm not sure what the difference is.
I brought out my wand and reflected on the memory and feeling I had earlier, Occlumency making it easy to bring forth. I let the feeling wash over and with confidence I thrust my wand forward and state-
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
Even though it is the middle of a sunny day white light erupts from my wand engulfing the whole area strong enough to temporary blind us with its brilliance.
Both Cato and Nick make to cover their eyes I however do not flinch. It does not hurt me. How can it? The light is me, my reflection my expression ..my glory!
As the initial light fades my jaw drops as I look upon my creation.
The big eyes staring into my own, the huge agape mouth, its long and large body, the strong tail, the smooth curves-
A surge of emotion overtakes me, my eyes glued to it, shock, unable to move from under its gaze.
It is only the muffled sounds behind me that break me out of the trance.
I shoot a look at the two men and see them covering their mouths trying to hold in grunting sounds.
My right eye twitches as I watch as Cato clears his throat and composes himself, Nick still covering his mouth with his hand.
I let out a deep sigh from the breath that I was holding in and feel my shoulders slump as I turn to face my 'reflection'.
My corporeal Patronus is-
"I believe that is a Giant Atlantic Blue Fin Tuna." Cato the fucking fisherman expresses.
-a GIANT TUNA
"FUCK!"
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Year 5, Day 4: Harry Potter Universe, September 1993
The rain was pounding on the windows of the train though none of my classmates took notice of it, fully engrossed in their conversation. I was sharing a compartment with Mandy, Terry, Michael and Padma, it was all coincidental as during the hustle and bustle of the crowd of parents saying goodbye we found each-other on the platform.
So far the train ride had been fairly uneventful. The 'Ravens' almost immediately congratulated me on winning and then hounded me to tell the story which I kept short and sweet skipping most of the complicated bits and allocating a lot of my wins to lucky shots.
After a few celebratory snacks the conversation quickly moved on to everyone else recanting their happenings during summer vacation.
As I watched Mandy animatedly tell the story of her adventures visiting the most magical place on earth, Disney Land of course, a drop of anxiety started to form in my chest. Any moment now we would reach the spot where the train stopped on the bridge and where the Dementors would board to search for Sirius Black.
Now theoretically I should have nothing to worry about when it comes to Dementors. Even if I couldn't perform the Patronus charm I doubt the Ministry asked the Dementors to turn 13 year old wizard children into empty husks.
In theory neither I nor Harry Potter should have had anything to worry about. Yet due to Voldemort soul piece the Dementors 'attacked' Harry or so the fan theories go.
While I didn't have a piece of Voldemort stuck in me I was neither 13, a child nor even a wizard so I wasn't entirely sure what their reaction would be to me. Does my Olympic immortality extend to having my soul sucked right out of me? Hell am I even going to be affected by them? What will remain of me if my soul is sucked out? Some might argue that the Xeneverse gods are all pretty much magical souls.
A lot of questions, some of which I'm about to find out… the train stopped.
"Have we stopped? Are we there yet?" Padma asked.
"No, not yet but we definitely stopped." Terry confirmed trying to looking out the window. "I think we are on the bridge."
I didn't need to see the condensation of Terry's breath to realize that the temperature was dropping I felt it. Hell I think everyone felt it. It was dropping and fast.
I abruptly stood up.
"Sorry guys need to use the loo." I say and quickly exit the compartment, as I close the door I put a sticky charm on it to ensure they won't follow me.
I turn to walk to my right and see the foul creature at the end of the car, dull brown ripped sheets and balloon like head silently floating, slowly gliding towards me, it's long skeletal fingers touching each compartment door as if feeling who and what's in there with the with rotting blistery flesh covering them.
As it moves a crackling of thin ice precedes it covering the walls and windows blocking the view of those looking into the hallways.
I turn my head to the right and realize I am standing next to a door of a compartment filled with what I recognized as fourth year Hufflepuffs, who are now all silently and curiously looking at me as if they realize something dreadful is about to happen.
No, this won't do.
I take a deep breath as if sucking all the warmth and exhale pushing all the cold out. At the same time with my exhale a layer of foggy ice starts to cover the hallway both backwards and forwards blocking everyone's view and hopefully freezing the doors shut in place.
As my ice overtakes his the Dementor stops in its tracks, seemingly surprised though I can't honestly say for sure, and watches as small slivers of ice start growing on is putrid flesh covered arms.
I can't help but smirk and think 'You wanted to play ice, let's play ice then' when suddenly it feels as if someone dropped the ground from underneath me and a sense of hopelessness overtakes me.
My vision gets hazy and things seem to slow down. I blink and the now hazy creature is in front of me, I feel my knees touch the floor. When?
'You're not good at anything. You always fail' I see an image of my father.
'You always ruin things' my sister.
'I wish you were never born' my mother.
You're not my son' my father.
Overwhelming feelings of sadness, uselessness, helplessness and depression.
Why try when you will fail? There is no one that cares for you, that will love you. You will never be happy, why bother living?
I was trapped in a cycle of negative emotional reinforcement.
Ironically it was the hoarse crackling voice of the Dementor that snapped me out of it.
"Hrrr..YOU… whaar… WHaarrTT AhHRE YHOU…ahHREE …DiffReNNT"
That's right I am different'. I'm Olympus BITCH!
It snapped me out of the cycle and allowed me to focus and fortify my mind. I thrust my left arm forward and unleashed a telekinetic push that slammed the Dementor to the back of the car.
My wand shot into my right hand from its holster.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
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A cool wave of refreshment was sent into his lungs as each breath mixed with the minty sensation provided by the slowly diminishing candy he was currently suckling and swirling around in his mouth.
The opening ceremony and sorting has gone well, no missing students and no flying cars landing in trees an overall successful and boring opening to the school year.
So the headmaster was quite surprised when his new DADA teacher insisted on speaking privately with him the moment the feast ended.
At first he thought it was going to be about the man once again insisting that he was not the right person for the role. It had taken a bit of arm-pulling to convince the man to take the role and, a bit to the headmaster's shame, some emotional manipulation.
Yet Dumbledore couldn't think of a better candidate. Regardless of his affliction Remus had always been a conscientious person excelling in his studies, especially DADA and showed excellent aptitude in direct application. He'd been a great ally in the war over a decade ago and would have gone on to do great things.. if only wizards weren't so foolishly blind.
A chord of sadness, of regret reverberated inside him. 'I should have done more for him..for everyone' though he quickly controlled himself before allowing it to surface and express itself. For all his power changing the hearts and minds of wizards was no easy task.
It also didn't help that most of the werewolves sided with Voldemort. How could they not? He offered them a voice, a seat at the table..at least on the surface.
Still nonetheless the headmaster did not expect this tale from his newest professor.
"A bunch of fish Patroni were chasing a Dementor? So not only one but a bunch, is that right?" the headmaster asked curiously.
"Yes!" Answered Remus excitedly. "After I chased out the one attacking Harry, I opened the car door and looked out to verify that there were no other ones and that's when I saw them in the sky."
Dementors at school! 'What the hell was the ministry thinking' Dumbledore thought. At least at school the teachers were here, he was here to shield the students if anything happened but on the train? Where there were almost no adults. 'I will give Cornelius hell for this'.
"And there wasn't just one? There were multiple and they looked the same? Are you sure, maybe the rain could have created an illusion?"
"I'm sure! The rain had already stopped. A couple of them broke off from the bunch and started to chase the one I fended off." He explained.
Both men sat and in silence for moment contemplating the odd occurrence with only the sounds of the various contraptions audible.
"A school of fish." Remus suddenly said.
"What's that?" the headmaster asked perplexed.
"I think it's called a school of fish."
Dumbledore paused, stared for a second and blinked. "I think you're right. Were you able to find who it was?"
"No, I didn't see the trace of the spell, they were already too far high in the sky. Conductor said it wasn't him. He didn't even see it."
The headmaster couldn't help stroking his beard in curious interest.
"How peculiar."
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Year 5, Day 8: Harry Potter Universe, September 1993
The slice of orange I was chewing was providing a refreshing citrus taste which I allowed myself to indulge in as I lazily zoned out in the Ravenclaw common room.
My little group consisting of Michael, Terry and Andrew had taken over a comfy little spot by one of the windows which allowed me to gaze up at the clear starry sky.
Michael and Andrew were having a heated and ridiculous discussion on whether it was reasonable to always carry a bezoar on your person. Michael arguing for it being ridiculous and Andrew adamantly being in favor of it since he always carried one on him. In his words 'Fuck that I'm not dying by being poisoned' though I believe he was heavily influenced because his maternal grandfather died by being poisoned.
Terry was busy making an enchanted paper airplane which wasn't quite coming along as he wanted all the while chiming in here and there with his two cents on the bezoar issue. And I was mostly zoning out staring at the starry sky enjoying some much needed fruit.
It was the first weekend back at school so there wasn't much to do yet. Everyone was just settling in.
Third and fourth year were the sweet spots for a Hogwarts student. Technically the older students 'ran' the school but it was the third and fourth years that had the perfect combination of freedom and responsibilities.
The fifth year students were usually a ball of stress from having to study their OWLS while the sixth and seventh years were busy with projects, getting their last shots at clubs, being TAs or Prefects and reviewing for NEWTS. If you didn't bother them they didn't bother you.
It was the third and fourth years that were usually the cause of shenanigans. It was the age where kids were starting to undergo the process of turning into adults, where they would try to push boundaries. The age where puberty was beginning to strike fast. Most of the boys have already started to inch up, jaws getting more defined and eyes lingering more and more on the equally maturing shapes of the opposite sex.
Ah, what a beautiful and confusing age to be in.
I was brought out of my contemplation by Terry's voice.
"Alright, you over there with the red sweater come here!" He said pointing to a group of younger students at a table near us.
The group abruptly stopped chatting with all eyes falling the one boy being singled, a tinge of fear in their eyes from having being singled out by and older student.
"Yea you firsty with the red sweater, come on here. We don't have all night now do we?"
The little boy slowly and somewhat shyly got off his chair and made his way over here. Michael and Andrew had stopped their bickering and looked in curiously.
"Come on now, not gonna bite you! Get on here!" Terry made a come to sweeping motion with his hand.
The little boy upped his pace in embarrassment and reached us in a few strides.
"So firsty what's your problem with us, eh? The whole weekend I've seen you staring, pointing at us with your friend?" Terry said somewhat aggressively. "If you got a problem with one of us be a man and say it!" he finished off a tad too strongly.
The younger boy was suddenly taken aback frozen.
"Oy! Terry stop it! You're scaring the firsty!" Andrew interfered. "What's your name?"
He took a moment to answer unsure which of the older boys to listen to but eventually Andrew won out.
"Uh, Larry. My name is Larry that is."
"Ok Larry, so why have you been staring and pointing at Terry?" Andrew asked nicely.
"Uhm, actually I wasn't staring at him..uhm Terry I mean."
"You calling me a liar firsty?" Terry asked raising his voice.
"Uhm, no sorry! What I meant was I wasn't starring at you. I was staring at him!" he said while pointing at me.
I have to say I was surprised. I didn't expect that, hell I hadn't even noticed the firsties at all. Before I could ask Terry continued.
"At Darrow? Why are you staring at Darrow?"
The boy paused for a moment looking at me before he answered.
"You're Le Marteau aren't you? The Hammer of Marseille? I recognize you from the tournament!" He started saying excitedly.
'Ah fuck!' I didn't even think other students would be there.
"The dueling tournament?" Michael asked and looked at me then at him. "Yea Darrow won that tournament in France, that's what you are referring to?"
"Looks like you have a little fan Darrow!" Andrew joked.
"He didn't just win!" Larry said excitedly. "He crushed the competition! All of his opponents were knocked out with broken bones. He only lost 1 point. He won the final with one shot! He's the Hammer of Marseille!" the little boy continued in his excitement. "I know, I saw it all we were visiting out cousins in Marseille and my uncle got us tickets!"
'Son of a bitch!' I had told my Ravens that I'd won but mostly on lucky shots and completely downplayed the whole thing.
Now they were all looking at me.
"Mate you have some explaining to do?" Michael said.
I sighed. "Ok, I might have left out a few details."
"Sounds like more than a few." Terry added. "So are you going to tell us the full story or we going to have to bug you the rest of the year?"
"Fine, just keep a tight lid on it. I don't weird need rumors going around." I said then looked at the first year. "That goes for you too." And pointed menacingly at him.
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I watched with bored interest as the enchanted chalk scribbled on the board in perfect synchrony with the explanations of our dark haired professor on the symbolic meaning of different shapes and numbers.
I was sharing a desk with Susan Bones who unlike me was raptly paying attention focusing on absorbing all that professor Vector was saying though I have no doubt she also had read the Arithmancy book cover to cover over the summer.
While the Hufflepuffs are often ignored and considered to be laid back that's just a broad generalization which may not need apply to individuals after all the Goblet of Fire had chosen Mr. Hufflepuff himself the golden boy Cedrig Digory as Hogwarts champion.
Ambitious, smart, social with classic good looks. What's not to like?
Susan was in some ways just like Cedric. She was growing into her looks and her ambition would not allow her to get anything lower than an O in any of her classes. That much had been obvious to me in the few times we managed to talk in the last year.
Not only was her family tree dotted with famous witches and wizards that achieved some sort of prominence but most of her close relatives were targeted in the last war and only she and her aunt were left.
It's quite easy to see where her career path will lead to 'No evil shall escape my sight!' so she was not one to skive off on her studies.
Her social skills could definitely use some improvement, at least for Puff, she had a tinge of 'resting bitch face' going on probably from trying to emulate her aunt. You kind of had to be a bit of a hard ass to run the Law division of the country.
Third year we started electives and I had chosen Arithmancy and Ancient Runes. I did not really have a relationship with McGonagall to justify me asking for time turner and frankly I didn't want one I was happy with my chosen classes.
Arithmancy and Ancient runes in a way were the backbone of magic especially if you wanted to anchor magic long term to places or artifacts. Overall I was quite excited to have structured time in order to practice these skills. Self-study is great but having dedicated practice time with a readily available expert to answer your question is even better.
That is where the value of Hogwarts was for me and every other student in the castle.
So why am I not imitating Susan and focusing 110%?
The lack of Wizarding education in formative years for basic math and geometry means that for pretty much the first half of the year we are going to be learning basic mathematical concepts. We won't even get to the more abstract magical side of things until the fourth quarter of the year.
Patience is a virtue.
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Remus Lupin was genuinely good professor. He made class interesting with a healthy dose of theory and practical application.
The whole Boggart lesson went pretty well for my class. My most primal fear was snakes, they always just kind of creped me out. A quick Ridikkulus turned it into a toothless confetti version.
Easy peasy done. Nothing out of the ordinary.
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Year 5, Day 28: Harry Potter Universe, September 1993
I watched as my motley crew of Ravens took aim and launched red colored blobs of spells at the trees we marked for target practice.
"Stupefy!" the cry went out from several of them as the same time.
We were on the north-west side of the grounds in a nook at the edge of the forbidden forest near the main stream that cut through it. It was nice and out of sight.
"Come on mate, how long are we going to keep doing this?" Terry asked exasperated "This is just as boring as when Lockhart made us do it. Can't you teach us something else?" he asked.
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Yes target practice is boring but it's basically the most important thing when dueling. Doesn't matter what spells you use if you can't hit your target.
"Not until you guys can consistently hit the middle of the trees five out of five times. We're barely ten meters away and you're all still missing two out of five shots." I paused for a moment. "Besides the Stupefy spell is by far the most important one. Your opponent can't hurt you if you knock them unconscious so its best we practice, practice, practice!"
A collective groan was my response.
"Oh come on! You're the ones that insisted we do this, you all agreed to the rules!" I said raising my finger. "If I'm going teach you any moves you have to follow my instructions."
It's all true, after my tournament stories Terry was all fired up and insisted I show them some moves. Michael and Andrew mostly went for it due to partially being curious and partially because Terry was the stronger personality of the three.
Somehow Mandy found out about it, probably from Michael, and insisted on participating. She also roped Padma into it as well.
The firsties Larry and his friend Ash begged and pleaded to come along. Well Larry pleaded, Ash was cool he followed instructions well and didn't say much. Cool as a cucumber this little dude.
I technically convinced Luna to come because what the hell else was the little girl going to do. She was a bit of a loner so she was more than happy to come just to be included.
"Yea but I thought you were going to teach your moves from the tournament" Terry whined.
Before he could continue without taking my eyes off him I flicked my wand toward his tree and yelled out:
"Stupefy!"
The red spell hit the tree with an explosive thud sending bark and fleshy wood chips outwards leaving a fist sized hole in the tree trunk.
It took a moment for everyone to recover as the sudden sound startled them.
"That's how I defeated my opponents." I say shifting into a relaxed pointing stance towards the tree with my wand.
"I hit faster and harder than all of them and my aim was always true." I pause looking at them.
"Remember the intent behind your spell counts just as much as the spell itself. Mastering a few spells is better than being master of none. Your Stupefy can be as light as a feather knocking someone unconscious or it can hit like a hammer breaking ribs."
I pause once again.
"But none of it will matter if you can't hit your target! So for that we practice our aiming!" I finish with a smile.
I can see that they were both a bit shocked and impressed by my display though not so much my speech.
"Fine but if we get our aiming right can you teach us Confrigo as well?" Terry asked resigning to the situation.
This time I did actually roll my eyes and sighed.
"Fine, you guys improve your aiming and I'll teach you how to Confrigo."
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Year 5, Day 40: Harry Potter Universe, October 1993
The forbidden forest was pretty dam creepy. It starts off as being this fantasy old growth forest but as you go deeper and deeper within the light gets dimmer, the threes get thicker and the ground gets bumpier.
How do centaurs live here? Centaurs are half horse half human wouldn't they be better off in on large grass field somewhere in the steppe or something?
I was looking for an out of the way spot where I could be reasonably sure I wouldn't be seen by any one venturing on the outskirts of the forest as students often did.
I was essentially looking for a spot where I could cast my Patronus and not be seen.
I was going to trap a Dementor, one or two.
The one on the train proved there is some intelligence in them so I-
My train of thought is interrupted by sound of crinkling leaves my enhanced hearing picks up.
I stop and turn around scanning the trees around me. It's already evening so light was dropping fast. That wasn't much of a problem for my godly vision.
The sound multiplies as it gets closer and I realize what the source is.
The Acromantulas, the giant deadly spiders that are not devouring the odd student that wanders in simply because their colony leader is friends with the groundskeeper.
It seems I'm deep enough in the forest that I'm not going to be afforded the same courtesy.
Judging by their size I see a couple of young ones appear to my left in between the trees and a few older directly in front of me. There's nine of them though there might be more behind them. They supposedly have a huge colony here.
They all stop about 7 meters away as if egging each other on.
One of the youngins on the left dashes toward me trying to grab me with its front legs.
In a move that surprised the magical tarantula I move slightly faster than expected and grab both of his legs with my arms against my sides pinning the creature I place.
The creatures were surprised as they were a lot stronger than any man my size would be. I'm tall but not giant sized.
I used that second of surprise and used my superior strength to lift the creature by feet swing it twice around and throw it towards its siblings.
The other spiders hurried to get out of the way but before it could land I materialized water in my right hand and launched a whip lash made of 'razor' sharp water at it.
My slash cut right through it while still in the air.
I immediately regretted my decision.
The spider was so gooey on the inside its innards kind of exploded everywhere.
'Oh god, the smell as well!' I had to take a moment to concentrate on pushing down my gag reflex.
Luckily it seemed the impromptu explosion of their siblings left the others unsure what to do.
As for myself I spit the foul saliva in my mouth on the ground and regained my composure.
I didn't particularly like the spiders in the movies. I mean honestly, who lets a colony of giant flesh eating spiders near a school children? Hagrid does but I wasn't going to. It is pure luck that no kids ventured deep enough in the forest to be eaten by those Aragog can't control.
No. These creatures will have to go. At least the ones in front of me will. I don't want them snitching to Aragog who will snitch to Hagrid about me.
"Now then." I said turning to the face the spiders once more.
"You might have heard this one" I say to them and raised my left arm index finger pointing upwards.
I gently swing my arm in a counter clockwise direction. A donut shaped wave of water stars forming turning in rhythm with my finger.
"The it-sy bit-sy spi-der"
I said accentuating each syllable swinging my arm faster and wider, each turn gathered more water increasing the size of the tumulus column.
"crawled up the wa-ter spout."
The sound of the of the avalanche of water waiting to be unleashed reverberated in each tree and leaf of the forest all the way down to the ground frightening the spiders.
The oldest bunch of spiders, in their panic, climbed over each other trying to get away.
"Down came the rain"
I say feeling a crescendo in tension being reached.
Part of me is relishing in the fear the spiders are showing when suddenly a new desire rises from within.
Each cell in my body is asking to release the torrent.
More than that.
To join with the torrent.
The feeling is overwhelming.
A natural desire coming from deep within.
As my body turns to water I close my eyes and sink within it.
I was the torrent.
"and washed the spider out."
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Year 5, Day 60: Harry Potter Universe, October 1993
Wand at the ready with flick. Check
Occlumency shields up. Check.
At least for surface level thoughts. If he's at Cato's level then that's a different story..if he even knows the mind arts.
Steady breathing. Check.
And most importantly:
ARTY set up to transfer me to the control room with but a mere thought. Check.
I went a little bit nuts with my attack and lost myself becoming water, one with the torrent. While I made mincemeat of the giant spiders, which felt incredibly satisfying during but super gross after - so Gooey EWW, I also shredded and downed a bunch of trees destroying a tiny chunk of the forest.
Yea, it was a watery mess.
Once I realized Dementors were circling the area high above it I used ARTY and noped right out of there. Since then I have been laying low trying to figure out if there will be block back from, though I did not notice anyone going and checking out the area nor were there Dementors above it in the following days.
Still it was better to be a bit cautious.
So when I received professor Flitwick's invitation to meet during office hours naturally I became suspicious.
Logically I shouldn't have, it's not like Hagrid was about to go to the rest of the professors and be like 'Something killed a bunch of flesh eating giant spiders that I was illegally keeping in the forest and I need help investigating.' The man wasn't that senseless.
From what I could tell it didn't seem like anyone had gone to investigate yet. Maybe I was deep enough that no one would notice.
I knocked on the ancient wood door and heard the distinct pitch of the professor answer.
"Please come in!"
I stepped in and took notice of the office. It was orderly yet homely enough with a fire lit in the heart, no doubt also connected to the floo network. Little torches adorned the walls their fires giving of light yet no heat, there was a veritable imposing book case on the opposite side of the fireplace.
There weren't too many nick knacks magical or mundane as one would expect from a goofy wizard. The office was functional and professional a working station that was sparsely decorated in our house colors.
"Please have a seat Mr. Miercuri." He said pointing to the blue cushioned chairs in front of his desk.
I hadn't received any warning on what this meeting was going to be about but I could already tell from the tone and excited demeanor of the professor that it wasn't going to be anything to worry about.
"Thank you professor and it's just Darrow sir. Mr. Miercuri is my father." I reply with a smile.
"Yes of course Darrow. Now I know you are wondering why the impromptu visit. I just want to preface our conversation that you aren't in any sort of trouble as a matter of fact it's not really related to your school work at all." He said with almost giddy excitement. "Well not entirely true but mostly true."
He paused for a moment to let me absorb his words. I looked at the professor, his elevated chair and me sitting leveling the normal height imbalance, though I still did not look directly in the eyes, just to be safe.
"Ah, thank you sir. I hoped I wasn't in trouble and I'm glad to hear that I'm not but I'm still at a loss on what you wanted to speak about sir?"
Flitwick answer was a big smile.
"Why Darrow, I wanted to congratulate you on winning the southern French 17 & under tournament."
'Ah fuck!' this fucking tournament. I mean it's better than being in trouble but still more attention that I was not prepared for it.
Also I didn't say any of that of course I instead put my acting skills to good use and perked up with my own smile.
"Thank you professor! I didn't know it was that big of a deal or that you were there at the competition." I finished trying to gather more information on how he knew.
"Ah well, you are the youngest person to win it since well, inception I think." He said thoughtfully. "And I didn't' attend the competition but you see I was something of a duelist myself in my younger years. Won a couple of championships, back in the day of course." He continued wistfully. "Oh those were exciting days, anyway once a duelist you tend to loop in once in a while see how the rankings are, new talent that sort of thing."
"A friend of mine was attending and wrote to me about the British boy who crushed the competition. So naturally I was intrigued." He paused for a moment. "The Hammer of Marseille all at the age of thirteen. Impressive very impressive!"
I almost frowned, I was American not British…but I did put England as country of residence and Hogwarts as my school so there's that. A win in the Brits books I guess.
"Thank you professor. It wasn't all me, I had a good coach he deserves some of the praise as well."
"Of course of course, it's never really an individual sport, good coaching can make the difference between ranking in 10th or 1st. Too many duelists think they can go at it alone. But still you should be proud of your achievement."
"Thank you professor. I am." I responded.
"Excellent, excellent! Now, unfortunately our society doesn't quite care as much for dueling as the French do." He said while pulling out a box of chocolates from one of the drawers in his desk.
"Especially the 5point match. British wizards much more prefer the 1 point traditional matches." He said feeling a bit disappointed. "I'm sure the fact the French invented it is half the reason it didn't quite catch on." He said rolling his eyes.
"Anyway while I can't do it as a Hogwarts professor but as one duelist to another who knows the hard work and hours of practice that goes in it I would like to give you this box of chocolates as recognition of all your hard work."
Oh wow, professor Flitwick is really just a nice man. He's a very good teacher who actually looks like he enjoys teaching students, unlike *cough* Snape *cough*.
"Thank you professor. I really appreciate it." I said grabbing the box of chocolates.
"I'm very glad Darrow. Now then I know I said I didn't bring you here to talk about your school work and that was not entirely true." He said peaking my interest again.
"Normally I don't do this until fourth year but I might as well let you know now. I have asked the prefects and TA's about you and all have only had good things to say. Conscientious, frequently helps the other students when needed, stays out of trouble, avid swimmer." He said with a smile.
Ok singing my praises, a bit suspicious but I'm liking it so far.
"If you continue this trend and keep up your marks throughout both this year and next then I'm sure you would be an excellent candidate for prefect come 5th year."
'Hot dam! Eat your heart out Hermione' I'm already getting marked for prefect in 3rd year and all I had to do was win a little old dueling competition.
"Thank you professor. That is great to know. I will do my best of course." I said with confidence.
"Excellent, excellent. Now for the last thing." This time his tone got a bit more serious.
"About your little dueling practice with your housemates."
'Oh shit' my smile almost turned into a frown.
"Not to worry you are not in trouble." He said sensing my slight unease.
"Quite the opposite actually, it's great that you are taking initiative considering you have practical experience, shows leadership skills and all that." He said starting to ramble on.
"However, unfortunately due to the fiasco last year with professor Lockhart's dueling club, I can't officially the endorse your little club. The board would have a fit if we had another dueling club. Too many fights you see." He said thinking about last year's troubles.
He wasn't wrong, unlike the movies the club wasn't just a one shot and done. It actually ran for a few months, and more than one bout ended up getting physical or more intense than needed especially when the snakes and lions were paired up together.
"Ah, sorry professor, it's really just an informal thing, we've only met up a couple of times so far."
"Oh nothing to be sorry for my boy. Like I said officially I can't endorse a dueling club but let's say if you were the Sharp Shooting club and lets say you used one of the older rooms on the 7th floor while keeping the numbers low well I don't see why I couldn't release some of the equipment from last year to be used by your group." He finished with a little twinkle in his eye.
Oh hellz yea, now this is preferential treatment! And why the hell not if McGonagall and Snape can play favorites Flitwick can as well.
"Thank you professor. I'll definitely take you up on that. It's a bit harder to practice now with winter approaching full swing."
"Glad to hear it! Keep up the good work Darrow. Now you can be on your way. I have quite a few 5th year papers to go through." He finished pointing at the orderly pile on the side of his desk.
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Year 5, Day 80: Harry Potter Universe, November 1993
Irma Irvington doubled her pace when she felt the cold drops hit her skin from above. Being caught in the rain in this god forsake little hovel of a wizarding village on the north western coast of Ireland was not in her plans for the evening.
When Nick approached her with a job as a purchasing agent to his wealthy and mysterious employer she imagined she'd be off in exotic places purchasing dangerous artifacts having adventures to write about instead she'd been sent all over Scotland and now Ireland to buy potions and make 'supplier connections'.
'Why did I have to open my big mouth and say mention my NEWTS in potions?' she did this to herself.
The job overall wasn't that hard she was given basically a bottomless purse. She went to every apothecary and potion selling shop, bought samples of most of their potions tagged them categorized them and then negotiated prices for supplies throughout the year.
The ones that were needed to run the farms she understood having diverse suppliers would ensure they weren't stuck if something happened to their main source but what kind of person needs hundreds of fertility and aphrodisiac potions?
'A pervert that's who!' she thought.
The really rich ones were always perverts it seemed.
'At least the pay is good' she continued her thought.
She reached the worn down brick shop with the ancient looking sign made of wood indicating this was Almac's Elixirs.
She drew her want to remove any street dust from her robes and straightened her hat.
'Time to be nice and make someone's day'
She plastered on her business smile and knocked on the door.
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Year 5, Day 100: Harry Potter Universe, December 1993
The gentle push and pull of the water that I felt all around my body was both soothing and informative. I was submerged about half way to the bottom approximately in the middle of the lake meditating trying to expand my perception, to detect and understand what was happening beyond my immediate surroundings.
Luna had snuck up on me one too many times, that girl was like a fairy ninja. You mind your own business eating a sandwich you turn around and BAM! Luna Lovegood staring at you up close with those big unnerving silvery eyes.
No more sneaking up on me, no sir done with that!
So it was that and also I wanted to see if I could sense power levels because how cool would that be.
So far it was working... underwater at least.
When I was one with the water or actually became water I was able to extend my senses almost all throughout it, we were an extension of each other.
However out of water things are a bit trickier.
There is no water for me to become one with unless I conjure it or turn myself into it, not exactly ideal for everyday use.
So here I was relaxing in the middle of the lake because
Water is good.
Water is soothing.
Water is life.
Letting my mind drift, listening to the 'Thumping' of my heartbeat become one with the lake.
And that's when realization hit me.
Heartbeat, pulse, sound, water, sonar, magical sonar.
Magical sonar, that's what I needed to do. It should solve my sensing needs within a fair amount of distance.
Thank you lake!
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Year 5, Day 119: Shameless Universe, Beverly Hills Mansion July 2023
"To my family! I dearly miss you all!" I said out loud and downed the celebratory shot of cherry liquor.
It was Christmas time in the HP universe so I had some much needed downtime. At least Christmas time I took off and spent it doing a while lot of nothing, browsing the internet, catching up on movies and TV shows.
It was good doing nothing.
I had spent the last week checking in on my fledgling business empires across my tiny section of the multiverse.
Haley in REU5 and Aaron in REU4 were ripping it. I had just injected another $100M of capital in each to continue their expansion sprees.
Haley was now present in one way or another in every major building site in Southern California and after the successful expansion on the supplier side I pushed her to move into other areas. Her teams focus is on smaller private factories, lumber mills and quarries that she can acquire quickly.
Aaron was steadily buying farms in the Midwest along with expanding in the poultry/pork farms. Next will be butcher houses and other food preparation factories.
My goal was to own as much of the supply chain as possible from bottom to direct consumer distribution.
I sighed deeply and took another sip of my fancy Cognac in my right hand while my left thumbed the remote, mindlessly scrolling through Netflix.
'Bloody future and nothing good to watch.' I stopped on Ozarks and decided might as well. Last time I was on the last episode of 3. Not a bad show keeps you engaged just enough.
My mind couldn't help but drift back to my business problems.
While Haley and Aaron were doing well and could run on their own with minimal input from me the rest not so much.
It wasn't that they were bad, per se. I did ok picking them as the steady hand of middle management it's just I think I may have bit a more than I could chew.
As the rest slowly advanced and expanded the various businesses I had they needed more attention more waiting on me to make decisions. As the companies became more complex so did the reports, they also multiply, exponentially.
Even with my godly stamina I was being buried in paperwork.
That and since most were basically money sinks I had to periodically recapitalize them which admittedly became much easier once I started using the Legilimency skills Cato taught me.
Also a shit ton of Imperius, Confundus and other memory charms.
Very useful when wanting to make people turn a blind eye especially when they don't need too much convincing.
The Imperius charm especially. I found myself using it more and more mostly because I was getting lazier and lazier when dealing with the shady people in finance across the multiverse.
No other magicals around in those realities so I pretty much had carte blanch to do what I wanted. I could Imperio as many people as I wanted useful but overall it still had its limitations.
If I was to Imperius a father to kill his two cute five year old daughters that he loves very with all his heart right then and there it would work. He would fight, maybe a wizard would be able to throw it off, but a muggle basically had no chance not against someone like me.
But if I was to say Imperio him to kill his daughters 7 days from now and I leave him be it's unlikely it would work unless he already wanted to kill his daughters.
People really don't want to do things they don't want to do.
Or so the theory goes from what I read in the restricted section. I was not about to go test it myself. Not at the stage of wantonly going around and killing children.
The Imperio worked well enough for financial crimes especially when people were going to profit from it.
Greed the inner motivation that is in everyone.
Still, even with the memory charms making everything easier it took a shit load of time and it was super annoying to do.
I took another sip and felt the pleasant burn on my tongue.
I could just ditch and close down some of them but I didn't really want to, I had already put in so much time and effort into them.
'Ah, the good old sunken cost fallacy' I thought.
I've invested too much time and don't want to waste it.
Problem is my time is going to become even more precious. Not only with learning magic and my 'extracurricular' activities with my Ravens but eventually I wanted to move on to the Stargate Universe and star an empire there.
Not only was Stargate one of my favorite shows growing up but it also seemed the easiest to get a high tech empire going on.
Show up kill the local Goa'uld in charge and take over. Instant space-tech, instant Jaffa army, instant empire that will worship you as a god and since I was an actual god it was even better.
How hard can it be? I've seen it written in a thousand fictions so far.
Their technology was also super dope and I definitely needed it if I was going to start some beef in Marvel or Star Wars. They also had the Quantum Mirror which I was hoping to hijack and use as my inter-reality transportation for my minions.
And if that didn't work I think there were some reality or dimensional drives floating around from the Ancients, hmm I'll need to refresh my memory on that.
I took another sip of my drink and savored the slightly fruity after taste.
I wasn't done with the HP universe just yet. After all magic was going to be advantage over, well, pretty much everyone so there was more magic to learn and projects to set up. I liked the magical structure of HP so I was going to use it as my go to magical supply place.
Still I didn't want to just give up on MY Earths. I was slowly shaping up Nick to take care of things here but I needed to find a solution for the rest of my earths.
I doubt I'll be able to leave as often when I'm building a kingdom in the Goa'uld reality. Wouldn't want another snake to come and ruin all the hard work I put in.
So, what to do, what to do?
Nick was shaping up to take care of things on the magical side, I could eventually consolidate all of my interests under Haley in REU 5 and Aaron in REU 4 that should cut down on time spent there.
For the rest I didn't have anyone nearly as competent or trustworthy. Plus I was tired of dealing with the finances.
I took a gulp of my drink and felt the burn in my chest. I crushed through a bottle in just a few episodes.
I watched Marty once again deal calmly with Navarro and felt a pang of envy. They just dumped their cash on him and he did the rest.
I needed someone like that as well. I could just dump literally tons of cash and precious metals and they would do the rest.
I made to pour myself another round of Cognac when my eyes widened and I partially missed the glass.
Realization just hit me.
"I'm a fucking idiot." I said out loud looking at the TV.
"I can just get him to do it!"
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Year 5, Day 124: The Ozarks Universe, July 2019
"Who are you? What are you doing here?"
I heard the voice of Marty Byrde over the noise of the coffee machine. Trusty shotgun in hand pointed at me.
It was 5am. I ended up jumping a bit earlier than expected and decided to make use of their coffee machine.
"Marty?" I heard Wendy come up behind him.
I heard Charlotte and Jonah come out as well. Jonah with Buddy's hunting rifle in hand.
"Hello" I said and stopped the machine. Guess no time for coffee.
"Right. Hello and who are you and what are you doing here?" Marty asked again. He was calm, even his heartbeat from what I could hear.
Good under pressure, but then again he and his son were pointing guns at me while I was wearing unarmed and wearing a suit.
Probably thought I was a Fed.
"My name is Darrow Miercuri and I am here for you Marty Byrde." The whole family tensed up and the guns got pointier.
"Maybe wrong choice of words there." I remarked.
"I am here for a very interesting business proposition for you." I said and paused as I moved besides their coffee table. "A sort of get out of jail free card. Or you know the cartel… technically both." I said amusing myself.
I could see the family getting more concerned now. It's not every day a stranger shows up in your living room at 5am talking about your involvement with the cartel.
To his credit Marty took seemed to analyze all the possibilities and came up with a neutral answer as he usually does.
"Oh, yea and who are you with?"
"I know what you're thinking, FBI, DEA, CIA? None of those. No federal agency and no cartel or other criminal organization on this earth." I responded.
"I am a GOD. And I need your help." I finished with a big smile.
Marty blinked, Wendy looked at me like I was crazy while the kids were looking at them for cues on what to do.
"Ok, I think it's time for you to go." Wendy recovered first. "This is the wrong house for you to be in."
"If you're lost we can call someone to pick you up or get you a taxi and you can be on your way." Marty said trying to get the crazy person out of his living room.
So naturally I did the first thing that popped into my mind.
I turned their coffee table into a Velociraptor.
In hindsight that was not a great idea. Sometimes I really need to think things through before doing them.
The Raptor 'ROAWRED' his screeching sound.
Wendy froze in shock. Charlotte screamed. Marty stepped back.
'BANG'
Jonah shot the Raptor of course it was a body shot which didn't put it down.
Raptor lost its shit screeched again and lunged for the family.
I was fast enough that I let go of the transfiguration so it turned back into broken pieces of coffee talble which smacked into Marty and Wendy.
This in turn caused Marty to shoot the shot gun right in my chest ruining one of my nicer suits.
With a flick of my hand the guns TK right out their hands.
Charlotte was still screaming so with a another flick of my hand the whole Byrde family was levitated in the air.
"Sleep." I said and pointed at Charlotte. My stupefy knocking her out cold.
"You! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT? WHO ARE YOU WHAT ARE YOU" Marty screamed.
"CHARLOTTE? WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?" Wendy asked flailing about mid hair.
The questions and screams were coming hard and fast.
"EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP" My Silencio spell making them unable to make any sounds. They all looked panicked clutching their throats in confusion.
"Charlotte is ok." I said getting back their attention. "She's just asleep to stop her from going into shock."
"And that was a Velociraptor I made out of your Coffee table." I said pointedly. "I did say I was a GOD did I not?" I asked rhetorically.
"Now I'm going to give you back your voices, wake Charlotte and set you down. If you promise to behave. No yelling, no screaming just calm listening. Got it?"
They all nod and I do exactly as I told them.
Either way they were still in somewhat shock especially Charlotte, Jonah was handling it much better. Must have gotten that from his dad.
"It's 6am in the morning and I get why you are all jumpy. In hindsight the Raptor was not a great idea of a demonstration of my powers. My mistake. I apologize."
That seemed to put them more at ease.
"Charlotte, would you be so kind to make us all some coffee we have a lot to discuss." I said to the girl just to get her a bit distracted.
The girl nodded and silently went to the kitchen.
"Now let's talk business" I said turning back to the family.
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"So just one more time just to make sure I got this right." Marty said with disbelief unable to keep up his usual neutral expression. Coffee cups untouched except for myself of course.
"You're an immortal GOD with magical powers that needs money and you want me to launder money and build a business empire in a different reality than this one that's in the past in 1985." Here he paused for a moment. "A reality that you plan to use as what amounts a supply depot which you will eventually want to take over through either direct or indirect means?"
I took a loud slurp of my coffee.
"Yes that's exactly it. You got it right."
Silence.
"This..this..this" he stuttered. "Is a bit much."
Before I could say anything Jonah interjected.
"If you're GOD then why do you need us or you know money at all. Can't you just like will stuff into existence?"
I looked at him and smiled.
"Ah well you see I said I'm 'A' G.O.D not 'THE' G.O.D" I replied pointing my finger up.
"I'm neither all powerful nor all seeing. Not yet at least. Besides even the All Mighty One gets billions funneled through the 3 major branches every year. It makes sense that I would also need cold hard cash."
They just looked at me not knowing what to say.
"Think about it. New identities, clean record, nor Feds and no Cartel after you. Sure it's 1985 and technology isn't up to par but think about it. You'll know all the trends." I said and turned to Jonah.
"Microsoft, Apple, Amazon, Google, Facebook. coin! You're big into crypto aren't' you? You can invent all those."
I turned to look at Wendy.
"Wendy how would you like Charlotte to be the President of the United States. Huh?"
"With your political know how, future knowledge, clean records and basically unlimited money anything is possible. Hell You could be president. You're what late forties? 20 years of schmoozing and throwing money around could get you very far. You'd still be young enough to get a shot at it." I said leaning back on my chair and raising my eyebrows.
I could see the greed for power spark in her eyes.
Before she could jump in Marty talked.
"But there's a catch isn't there? There always is. You're not doing this out of the plushness of your heart and it's more than money that you need. So what is it lets hear it?"
I smiled at him.
"The only catch is that you all." And I gestures at all of them. "Swear you're undying loyalty to me. All that you do and all that you will accomplish I will be a part of it. When I call you will answer."
"And if you try to screw me over or stall my plans trust me when I say there is nowhere on ANY Earth where you will be able to hide from me. There are many things that are worse than death." I say with a somber tone hoping they would get the message.
"But don't worry. I'm mostly hands off. I'll provide the overall big picture strategy and you will execute. You will build up the empire and connections. You will introduce advanced technology when I dictate it. You will make sure your reach is far and wide. Your family will become one of the most powerful on earth. Failure will not be an option." I paused to let that sink in for them.
"Can we take some time to talk this over?" he finally asked.
"You have 24 hours." I replied with a smile.
I knew they were going to take it. It was either this or be the Feds or the Cartels bitch.
Easy choice really.
AN:
I'm all ears if anyone has suggestions for other fictional characters for Darrow to recruit to do his bidding.
Preferably folks in a somewhat desperate situation where Darrow can offer 'salvation', also who aren't too ambitious, wouldn't want any of the minions to get any ideas.
Darrow will eventually need Military folks, scientists, spies, people with good administration skills.
Darrow at his core is a lazy POS and won't want to deal with the extreme minutia of day to day tasks of managing a multi-reality empire.
You're help is much appreciated. I already saw some good suggestions in the reviews about universes to visit in order to get technology or powers.
Thank you.