Harry Potter and the Divinity Beyond Might and Magic

Chapter Three

Life and Tricks

Harry felt much better after he woke in that uncomfortable position and took a cold shower. It had been about four hours of pain, even Hedwig paid attention to concern herself with watching over him. The water cascaded over his head, soaking down his shoulders to splatter down to the bath tub bellow.

He ignored the voices in his head talking to him or each other within the chamber about the 'White Fire'; the Flames of Life and Rebirth as Thoth called them. They were apparently what gave a phoenix their flames – they created the phoenixes, and other humans who had born the power had built some powerful magical weapons with it.

'So,' Harry thought after a few more delightful moments as he could think well enough not to have to speak out loud any more as he felt quite wonderful considering the pain from before; he was feeling better by the moment. 'The flames previous masters created Excalibur and the Kings Blade?! Umm… what's the Kings Blade?' he asked now he was feeling better he had his curiosity returned to him.

"You must not have heard of it referred to as such," Ra said boomingly. "It is also known as the Celestial Sword… forged with White Fire… not normal white fire of course," he added as if everyone would think he did, "and charged with the power of Might and Magic – of the First Lord Xzodia – Master of Stars!" Ra was always the best at saying these things as he had quite an epic voice.

"Hey; those are my lines," Thoth said in annoyance. "I told you that!"

"You know that is a lost fairy tale, right?" Merlin asked while sounding deadpan and ignoring Ra as he must have turned to Thoth as he was the one with the knowledge. "There's like this small passage from an old children's story that mentions this Master of Stars. Some people like to believe there is truth to every story. It is literally just a story about the Kings Blade, and just tells us how it was made. It's not a very good story and isn't true – or its extremely twisted the truth; the Kings Blade doesn't exist, and if it did it was likely Excalibur, made long before my time by THE Lady… Queen of Fae!"

'Queen of the Fae?' Harry asked thoughtfully as he stood up straight while the freezing water continued splashing down his naked body. He rose his right hand and concentrated as a white flare crawled up from his skin and within moment's a cute white flaming fairy shaped flame stood on his hand. The creature twirled for him as the water hit her but sizzled away as her heat was unquenchable.

"Looks like she might have been," Isis said in awe.

Harry laughed as the burning fairy flickered away into fading embers. 'What does it mean when the Custodians of The Source is chosen to become Guardian of the Flames of Life?' Harry asked the reasonable question.

None of the voices spoke for a few moments when a female voice did. "Nothing good can come of this." It was Pandora, and she sounded down. Apparently, she was the first human. Apparently, it didn't work like that, and muggles were correct with their evolution thesis's – or close enough that they would get there and figure it out in the end. She was in fact, the first human on Earth to wield magic, and she was older than anyone could know, even she didn't know when she was born it had been so long. Pandora had forgotten more than any of them could ever know. Though, she was not the smartest within The Source; she was clever, but more importantly, she was The First to hold The Source.

"Yeah," many voices mumbled in reply.

Shaking his head, Harry finished washing the stink of sweat from his body as he turned the heat of the water up to clean properly with his shower gel, and then dried himself off before heading back to his room; he clicked the fingers of his right hand as it was cold and shut off his AC charms.

"At least my magic is working properly, still," Harry muttered to himself as he climbed into some black trousers with a white tee and black shirt left open, and white ankle socks and black running shoes.

Harry stretched and yawned as he was feeling quite good about himself; he had even grown an inch or two. It was like The Source had reversed all of his nutritional damage but could the White Fire have made it as if the terrible way he grew up, and the terrible nutritional treatment from his relatives was erased?

He had pictures of his mother and father, and though his mother wasn't tall, his father did seem fairly tall. Harry had asked Sirius about it as he had worried, he would be short, and he was around five foot eleven before, but now – Harry knew he was somewhat over six foot, according to Apollo and his medical knowhow. He was not quite reaching that point-one digit, but Harry still had a tiny amount of time that he might reach it naturally as he wasn't quite sixteen yet, but just over six foot was nothing to scoff at anyway, so he was happy, and his lean and tough muscles made up for it, but with his taller body they fit him better.

Looking outside, the sun was just about up, and he figured he could get in a nice lie down in the garden because the Dursley's even woke up. He loved being around nature; it was nice and relaxing, and comfortable, and it was England so he should enjoy the sun while it was up, and even he wasn't powerful enough to change the planets orbit and the UK's weather patterns.

It was one of those rare, but boring days as Harry James Potter; the reluctant forth occupant of Number Four Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, England was thankfully left alone outside in the green lush grass of the back garden undisturbed. He lay on his back on the neatly cut grass, (that he had cut the day before for this silly party the Dursley's were having) and watching the fluffy white clouds drift by.

He knew he would not be left alone to his peace and quiet for long, like Arnold Schwarzenegger from The Terminator; 'they'll be back'. Harry smiled while he heard a few chuckles in his head as he knew a few of them enjoyed watching TV and they could see around him enough to watch the TV (and by extension so could he), and his uncle had been watching The Terminator film a couple of nights back. They were still wowed with the 'magic' the muggles had invented in the past hundred-plus years.

Anyway, it was the Dursley's favourite pastime getting on Harry's nerves and treating him like crap. Though, this year Harry had been for the most part ignoring the twats when he could, and only mowed the law because they were too lazy, and Harry didn't want to draw any magical garden dwellers as he knew that they could be drawn in by his growing magic, but didn't like neat and clean gardens unless they had certain plants or huge flower plots or vegetable plots, but thankfully a few rose bushes and a few other plants like that were the only things around, so very little magical creatures would he happy living in the garden, but nothing noticeably magical.

Though, Harry had to wonder what would happen if he ever reported the Dursley's to the police or something for being shit head guardians; they didn't hit him or anything anymore, but that didn't mean they should be let off. Though, he had already decided not to bother as it seemed like too much bother. He was sure the old man would – hmm – that was a tricky thing to answer. If Harry was seventeen, Dumbledore wouldn't care if the Dursley's went to jail, but no matter how powerful Harry got Dumbledore just seems to be ignorant or he had his fingers in his ears and eyes closed while childishly squeeing.

'I'm not listening! Lalalalala!'

"I kind of feel sorry for him," Merlin said with a sad sigh. "But shouldn't we be trying to figure out what's going on with this new power and not slacking off in the garden, and cant use one of those plastic seats?"

'No; they'll bitch, and the only reason you only feel sorry for Dumbledore is because he reminds you of you,' Harry replied while rolling his eyes under his closed eyelids while he relaxed, so it was more metaphorical; his hands behind his. 'And we have time to figure out the White Fire angle… I think after my burning agony, I deserve a few minutes in the sun, not thinking about evil whatever's.'

"Yes, you are right, sorry Harry," Merlin agreed, mainly because he didn't like being compared to Dumbledore, so they all went quiet and left him to think his own thoughts peacefully.

Harry almost laughed. Wondering at the sanity of that old head teacher would drive him or anyone else crazy if they were not careful. Sure, he knew that the old man was not bad, or evil, just stupid when it came to believing in the best of people, even when given no sign of this… best. The old man had to open his eyes sometime soon and take off his rose-tinted specs. Then to top things off, no matter what the children proved; they were just that, ignorant 'children' who did not know what was best for themselves. Somebody needed to get him a dictionary so he could see the picture of himself standing next to the words ignorant, arrogant, and naïve with the quotes that he doesn't try to not be those things.

The piercing sun lit up the brilliant blue morning sky as Harry opened his eyes to look up and the wonderful fluffy clouds; he didn't know how long he had been outside, but it was nice. The only thing that could make it better would be Ginny cuddled up in his arms with a hand down-.

Harry couldn't remember the last time he saw such a clear blue sky with such fresh drops and wisps of fluffy white clouds making shapes in the light blue void towards the atmosphere. It was a day he would consider lazy. It just had that slow and calm feeling to it, like something about the scent in the air, just how you can somehow smell Christmas, not that he cared much about Christmas until he went away to school where people actually liked him, and he finally got to enjoy that holiday, the celebrating, and the food, and others things too; like that strange cookie scent that was always in the air.

He lay, content, his brilliant emerald green eyes catching the light in such a way that made them seem to glow. He lay back with his fingers locked behind his head, thread slightly through his ruffled raven black hair.

Harry hated it here, not because of the muggles; he did not hate muggles; he just hated his family who just so happened to be muggles; it wasn't the muggles fault that some of their people were dicks, some of his people were dicks too. If anything, he liked muggles more than he liked sorcerers. The magical world was so openly corrupt and some of them seem so proud of that while normal people should feel shame, but hopefully soon, Fudge would be out of office and in jail and things could get better.

His life thus far has not been rainbow and peaches as anyone could see just looking at his 'home', if they opened their eyes from the bull-crap they wanted to believe. The Dursley's were the worse kind of humans, even if the adults of his people, who were supposed to protect him did not see the truth. He wondered how annoyed Dumbledore would be, or how much bother he would make for Harry if he went and spent the day with Ginny, but that would also be troubling for her too. Nobody was powerful enough to stop him, but damn could Ginny's mum complain about the same thing for hours, days, and if Fred and George were to be believed months and years.

He wondered what his idiot godfather, Sirius would have done. If only he was not a hunted 'criminal' Harry would be able to leave this cesspool of moronic losers, and though, Dumbledore would bitch and moan, Harry wouldn't care as nobody else would listen to him if Harry had a legal magical guardian like Sirius, and Harry wondered whether he should use some money to play the pureblood game of cheating. It would be nice to get a break from it all, for good, really.

Harry wasn't supposed to fight back against the muggles because: 'you can't use magic on muggles, even the bad ones,' he internally mocked someone who should remain nameless, but that didn't mean he couldn't batter them black and blue with physical strength.

"That's the spirit!" It was Hercules – anything to do with beating people up grabbed his attention. "That's what I've been teaching you. If you can't blast someone into a puddle, punch them into one."

"You know, Harry," Hekate said tiredly before they got into some kind of competition. "I think Dumbledore is extremely proud of these… wards… barriers… tissue paper?" she asked uncertainly as she used Harry's sight to examine the globe over the property for the millionth time as it offended her.

The blood ward or whatever it was supposed to be when Harry looked beyond the material world that wasn't being manipulated in some form by active magic dulled and darkened. However, it was that terrible ward of Dumbledore's that made Harry grimace. It was simply pathetic. It looked like it was static on an old-fashioned TV over the property, but it had so many moving gaps sploshing around in the field that an incompetent moron could apparate through it.

Laughing at his though while he sensed Hekate having a laugh with him he raised his right hand lazily and pointed as he could sense his ward. That was something quite a bit more special. It was goblin made and covered every house in the street, a married cornucopia of colours. Harry would have built the ward himself, but he had to finish school and he trusted the Gringotts goblins to sort it out. It was only a temporary ward and would fade by the time he was seventeen by which time he didn't need it.

The goblin ward had a stealth field over it, so not many people could notice it, and even then, they would have to be looking for it. Harry figured to cover the whole street as he would prefer to make sure that the innocent people around him were protected too, just in case, as it was better to be safe than sorry. Though, it had the unfortunate side effect of protecting the Dursley's too.

"Wards… and blood magic really aren't Dumbledore's speciality, are they?" Loki said with a small laugh.

"Even I can see that, and I was never good with wards, even with The Source's power," Pandora said.

"Did wards exist back then?" A woman purred sweetly. That was Kalypso – she was the 'Titan' Atlas's daughter and sided with him and the Titan's rather than her cousin's; the Olympian 'gods', and Harry was sure she and Pandora had become best friends even though in real life they had never met each other.

"No," she replied sheepishly. "Well… not like they do now… well, I invented the standard barrier ward that bars everyone and anyone, but a child could put that up and it would look better than, Dumbledore's ward."

Harry smiled slightly as his vision returned to normal. The ward had some neat bonus's, so he could use them like radar to keep track of his watchers, but something seemed off. There seemed to be some kind of spell in the air; not harmful per se, but – annoying? He couldn't tell what the spell did it seemed so harmless.

"I can't tell either, Harry," Hekate said thoughtfully. "It might be some kind of… I'm the Goddess of Magic, and not miracles, but it could be… a practical joke!?"

"Hey, why are you staring at me?" Loki demanded. "Apollo and Hermes both like to mess with people too, but you always turn to me first. If you forgot – we can't actually do any magic outside of Sourcey Dreamland!" he said as a few of them thought Harry's name for their 'realm' was great and wouldn't stop using it what they realised what the word 'Sourcey' meant in a naughtier way in the modern age.

Merlin groaned as he was against the name. "I hate to admit it but, Loki is correct. Harry, you must be cautious, more now than ever that you hold the power of the White Fire as well as The Source; you may have inherited the enemies of life-."

"If these enemies have gotten too strong," Ra interrupted. "The flames may have ran to you because you were already powerful, as our Custodian… the thought is troubling, even for a mighty god such as, I."

Harry groaned as he half listened to the discussion. The muggles had it so much better than him and his world.

"Unless this spills over," Hercules piped into his thought hopefully as he loved a good fight.

Rolling his eyes, Harry ignored him and let his mind wonder. Where did the word muggle even come from? Even Merlin didn't know, and if the 'gods' used the word it was because they quickly caught on with the times, though most of them would still use the term mortal as mage used to live a lot longer in the past as they were fewer, so they didn't have the limits they did today, so they were much more powerful, and the more power, the longer you could potentially live, but even then, mage couldn't live forever; they weren't immortal.

Harry kind of disliked the word muggle; Merlin agreed. It sounded like an insult. MACUSA; (the Magical Congress of the United States of America) wasn't exactly perfect, and they had a big racist past against muggles and muggle-born's even though their school's founder was married to a muggle who helped found the school with her and their adopted children, but the US as a whole had big issues with race back then too, so they were likely mimicking the worse parts of the US back then.

Heck, Isolt Sayre was a cause and effect to bring with it the creation of MACUSA and the International Confederation of Wizards, and she was a descendant of Salazar Slytherin, raised by her evil bitch aunt who murdered Isolt's parents, and yet this young woman fell in love and married a muggle, adopted muggle-born children, and had half-blood children with a muggle man, and created a magical school with a none magical: a Nomaj.

The messed-up irony of that was amusing as Slytherin was a vile muggle hating wizard who despised muggle-born's and it was believed that he had murdered some muggle-born children while at the school. Merlin had gone to school and been in Slytherin's house while Slytherin was still at the school, and it was fortunate that Merlin had The Source to protect himself and others. Merlin hated the man. The man had gotten worse and worse until the confrontation with Gryffindor and he left the school. Morgana had been lucky; she had been in Ravenclaw and loved Rowena. Though; the founders had left before either Merlin or Morgana finished school.

Harry had almost forgotten his point. The American mage. They called none-mage, nomaj… Harry found appreciation in that word. It was – slightly inaccurate in that all living beings had a spark of magic, but Harry liked to think it was short for none-mage, or not-mage, but he supposed in a sense of magic being the word for using magic, none-magical worked too. It was better than calling muggles – well, muggles. It sounded like mage were calling them, mugs, and Harry was sure that was somewhat insulting towards their intellect, even though they created magic with silicon and electricity – with chemicals and metals – and elements and compounds – while just being clever.

The British magical world (he was quite ignorant but willing to learn about the rest of the world) were quite racist. They thought it was okay to make comics about a stupid muggle. Ron laughed his head off while reading it. However, Harry had read a couple of the books out of curiosity and found something interesting. While everyone was laughing at the 'stupid muggle'; the muggle was having his memory modified constantly because he kept discovering magic. Harry felt that said more about the Ministry's stupidity than the muggles, and Harry wondered whether the author was really a muggle-born taking the piss out of the Ministry.

"I wouldn't be surprised," Merlin agreed with him. "Sometimes people fight back so blatantly, hidden in plain sight – and every little battle won is a victory earned."

'You know, muggles have flown to the moon – without magical powers!' Harry said with a laugh. 'I could probably do that with magic, and I mean with a magical ship, not with my own power, but do mage care to push the limits of possibility?'

"That's kind of sad," Pandora said while sounding down.

Harry heard a squeak a moment later as Kalypso had obviously gotten hold of Pandora and giving her a cuddle to make her feel better. However, he forgot to care about Kalypso teasing her bestie, as he realised that his two new 'watchers' had moved. He knew one was Nymphadora Tonks – he didn't know much about her, but he had met her once and she acted like a complete lovesick wally. She likely needed to get out more if a twenty-year-old young woman couldn't find a boyfriend, especially a hottie like her.

Then again, Harry frowned while thinking of the people he had met, and he could see her point of not finding the right guy – or girl if she was open to that sort of thing. Smiling sheepishly he felt a strange tingle in the pit of his stomach as he sat up and stared at the spot by the back gate. Harry could hear their heartbeats, smell their delightful scent – they were – he was surprised – they were both aroused?

Harry jumped up to his feet, as he could sense them both. The other one Harry didn't know, but she seemed to be about the same age as Nymphadora. The 'stalkers' paused, and they were in the garden. He wondered whether they were the source of the foreign magic he detected earlier, but no – it wasn't their magic.

He couldn't help but smile a little, curious, but his smile just made them more nervous; he could sense their unease, which, ironically was making them easier to sense.

His aunt, uncle, and cousin had gone out; he heard them a little while ago, complaining as they had some last-minute supplies to get, and they wouldn't be back until around one PM as they had their party set to start by three.

Laughing a little made them shifted and their hearts to beat harder. "Fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell the blood of two, Wiccan!" he said causing them to both intake breath as he stepped closer having the time of his life. He wondered what Dumbledore's orders were for them because they should have been smart enough to know they wouldn't be able to hide from him even with Invisibility Cloaks, and Harry bet they weren't allowed to interact with him either.

"Ladies, ladies, ladies," Harry said with a chuckle as he rose his right-hand palm up and made a little tugging gesture, and he heard the scuffling to keep their cloaks and his voices were having a great time while Harry's 'visitors' were panicking. "Come on, Ladies; Ginny might let you borrow me for a few minutes – a little kiss? A little… more?" he suggested with a laugh as he could feel their humiliation, but they must have been masochists or something as he knew they must have been soaking wet.

"It's a lovely charm," a woman interrupted within Harry's head. It was Aphrodite. She was quite the prankster herself. "I'm sure it is, something I made… it's a Latin spell, so I must have been in Rome – I can't remember what it does, but just ignore it and it should bugger off."

'Easier said than done,' Harry replied in thought while keeping his smile. He could still mess with the girls and see what they would say; he was curious.

"Pervert," Kalypso muttered amusedly under her breath towards Aphrodite, as she was getting off on the scent, the pounding of their hearts, and she was the reason Harry could sense all of those naughty things whether he wanted to learn them or not – a few things were useful, but most of it was dirty that he pretended he didn't know as he locked those things into the back of his mind.

"No sneaking away now, Darlings… that was an adorable attempt, but I can see you," Harry said before they managed to flee back to the gate. "You don't want me to call the aurors do you and have you arrested for trespassing?"

"Okay, okay; our cover is blown," Nymphadora mumbled shyly, "but we're here to protect you from Death Eaters!" she said as she pulled off her cloak to reveal a beautiful, slender young woman with short ruffled bubble-gum pink hair, green eyes, and a nice rack pushing out in her robes. "Dumbledore says we're not supposed to make contact. Hestia here's a friend from when we went to Hogwarts, she's new to this and…well, wanted to see you," she said as her cheeks stained pink slightly.

Her friend, 'Hestia' pulled her cloak off next; she was just as stunning as Pinkie, but with long, silky flowing brown hair to her lower shoulder blades and onyx eyes that looked straight through his eyes while she nibbled her lower lip, her cheeks stained pink as she nodded her head in greeting.

"Well, this is Hestia Jones, and I'm Tonks; I think we met once before and I made a fool of myself," she continued now her friend had revealed herself. "I'm an Auror… well, still in the on the job training part, and Hestia is studying to be a medi-witch."

"Now you're both stalking celebrities, who next?" he asked, getting blank looks, though they both did seem a little annoyed with his accusation.

"We're just here to watch you…" Hestia started, her voice playful to the begging but trailing off as she realised that sounded like she was stalking him. "I mean; it's all on Dumbledore's authority that we… umm… make sure that you don't get kidnapped, and you're safe!"

"How old are you both?" he asked them, startling them with his change.

"Twenty-one," Tonks answered, looking at Hestia, she nodded in agreement, confused.

"So, two twenty-one-year-old girls, who can't even hide from me," he said slowly as if they were younger than he was. "Think that their five-ish years over me can protect me from the forces of darkness and evil the likes of Voldemort?" he asked and they both flinched and whimpered at the name like most everyone he knew. He rolled his eyes, amused. "Wow, that just proves my point, because do you know what would happen if Death Eaters and Voldemort turned up here. I would be coming to rescue and protect you because your panties would be soaked through with pee and you would be crying within the first two seconds."

Harry chuckled as he pulled at some power and the girls staggered back with wide eyes as they almost fell to their knees before the power faded. "That was me not even trying," Harry said with a grin. "If I can floor you with a look, making you drop to your knees and piss yourselves – what makes you my – protectors?" he asked, and they could only quiver and stare in awe.

"You're not here to protect me; you're here to spy on me," he continued, shrugging unconcerned. "Dumbledore is not afraid of me being attacked by Death Eaters. Honestly; he would be more worried about what I would do to the Death Eaters after that bull shit in Hogsmeade."

They just stared at him with open mouths, flapping while he continued. "If you want to consider yourselves my bodyguards, or even my equals when it comes to fighting dick-weeds like them – well, it's not going to happen, but you have to say his name with flawless nonchalance to be recognised as a possibility. Only then can you truly begin to grasp what standing between the Death Eaters and I entails," he finished, shrugging, actually marvelling at his own insight; he had probably been listening to too many voices in his head.

"So, we're just spies," Tonks said, surprised. "Well, it's no wonder that at the Order meetings that we're drilled for so much information about what you do."

He rolled his eyes as he stretched his muscles, getting the kinks out from where he lay before, nonchalant while they watched him, wetting their lips with little pink tongues.

"Well, whatever girls," Harry said. "You do what you like, obey everything the old man demands or whatever, but I'm going to warn you now… raise your twigs to me, and that goes for all you nosy bastards, and you'll wish you just hung out like normal people instead because our ages aren't such huge gaps that we can't become close friends. Nobody needs to follow Dumbledore around like that – the old guy – he means well, but the world has changed, and I'm not a normal sorcerer!" he said, amused as they gulped. "Anyway, two… oh what's the word… babes like you are better seen in all your splendour."

He smiled, winking as he turned from them with a huge grin, as he quickly made it out of the gate before he had to have them, and bitching at Aphrodite as she was trying to figure out what spell was active, and it was giving him – an issue to be around them.

The girls were blushing brightly as they looked to each other, embarrassed, and feeling odd about how Harry was just – he was so – neither of them could know what, but they felt weak kneed.

"You didn't quite tell me he's that cute," Hestia said after a few moments, once she was sure he was out of hearing range. "Or that – wow – what a body, and he's taller up close, and then well… I don't know. It isn't like you really interacted with him while watching before now, but he is smoking – I want him so bad."

"I told you plenty how hot he is," Tonks retorted, glare pouting. "You've seen his pictures in the paper; that's why we're here, but you should have just believed me. He's got a great body, and gorgeous eyes. I didn't know he could be so, wow, and wow, and wow. He could practically 'see' us under the invisibility cloaks! I knew he was powerful, but I've only seen Dumbledore doing that before. Then that projection almost made me piss my pants!"

"Yeah, and that was the tip of his power; I almost peed too," Hestia said thoughtfully. "So, you going to try getting in his pants first, or should I?"

"Of course… my first time with The Harry Potter, but, two bods will be harder to resist than one?" she suggested, eyebrows raised, smirking as Hestia looked into her pink ringed eyes.

Hestia let a grin slip onto her lips as she looked into Nymphadora's pink ringed eyes. "I guess that does make sense; plus we've seen each other naked before, so that won't be too embarrassing," she said while Tonks grinned at her. "We agreed to do this, but I think we should hurry before he gets too far away – we have to play this right!" she said, not bothering with their cloaks as they stuffed them away and charged after Harry.

to be continued...