Author's Note
Hello all, I'm back.
Don't have much to say this time, but I'm starting another arc, and it's about a new character. Well, two.
You won't see the latter in action for about… 10-15 chapters, but the first will be a regular.
(They'll only appear every once in awhile, like Canon-Neville did, and they're NOT a Mary-Sue. They're just support when they're need.)
The second one, is… special, but won't be the main focus of the story, that focus will be described soon, but probably can be guessed by the chapters thus far.
The second character will be mentioned heavily in this arc, but don't expect them to meet Harry or lay siege to Hogwarts or something. That comes later on. ;)
Well, enjoy.
-Ryan The Friend
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or Religion
Potter's Veil
I The Other
Neville Joel Longbottom
(Hogwarts Hospital Wing, 1991)
"I'm sorry, do I know you?" Neville asked in apprehension and confusion, as a girl he'd never seen strolled up to his side.
The girl looked to him, then to Harry's bedside in thought, before turning back to him with a shy smile.
Her dark violet hair caught his eyes briefly, before his gaze fell on the yellow tie tied snug and nicely around her neck.
Neville nodded briefly before his eyes flew to her's. They were beauti- no, he had to focus, he didn't even know her damn name.
"Oh, I guess you were distracted by the sorting, I'm Marey. Marey Falgon, Hufflepuff." She explained, a small grin erupting on her face as she held her hand towards him.
Neville shook gracefully, before racking his brain as quickly as he could. If there was one thing Robert Catesby taught him, it was Occlumency. Also, to stall for time when needed.
"Mary, or Marey?" Neville asked her politely, changing the pronunciation for each. While she interested him, he had to think about this carefully. He needed to distract her, while he thought over the mystery that she was. He had never met her, but he had to make sure.
"Marey, it's Celtic… My family is really into the old ways… We celebrate Samhain and all the old traditions... " Marey answered, almost embarrassed, as her cheeks warmed slightly, obvious by her light skin tone.
Neville didn't notice this however, as he was far away from the Hospital Wing.
Images flashed before his eyes, sound speeding forward rapidly, every single image from his Hogwarts years passing by in the duration of a few seconds.
While he was shifting through his thoughts and memories, where he was oblivious to his surroundings, something else was.
Crookshanks the Half-Kneazle sat in rare silence and immobile, his piercing eyes forward at the visitor. His sharp judgment muted from those that would need it. Neville came to an answer in that time, and he was absolute in his investigation.
A 'Marey Falgon' didn't go to Hogwarts in 1991, Neville was not mistaken. This was someone new, who didn't exist last time… The three of them changed something, something big. He knew they did.
"I'm Neville, but you know that. I assume you know that guy over there?" Neville said, a false smile jumping forward, but his mind still raced. He knew something was definitely wrong at Hogwarts, very wrong, and he made a quick decision in rebuttal.
Don't panic, don't give away any sign that he knew,
And be Vigilant, constantly.
"Yeah, everyone knows him… I was just curious, he isn't what we all expected. Everyone expected a tireless hero, who could keep going despite all trials, all that would go wrong, and save us all… The Boy Who Lived, and all that… " Marey muttered softly, her eyes trailing Harry's unconscious form, harsh criticism clear in her eyes.
Neville could see she had something personal against his best mate. "But he falls into a coma before even a month passes, and is close to death… He showed that he's human, and everyone now hates him for it… He's just a bit… disappointing, I guess… "
Neville watched her, and didn't really know what to say. He didn't really know what to do either, and just watched the strange, impossible girl cautiously. After a short time had passed, he figured out what to say.
"There's a lot more to him than people think."
Elohim
"Ah, easy!" Elohim, the god of almost every religion, hissed as cleansing alcohol was pressed deep into his sliced neck, the fiery liquid igniting his throat in bloody torment. He pushed against the one helping him, and clenched his teeth in pain. " Hera, just… give me a minute."
The woman, his 'wife' through many lives, just reared back and gave him a long glance. Her azure eyes scanned over him, before lowering the medical tools she had held while assisting him in his recovery.
"Elo, you haven't called me Hera in over two thousand years… Are you lost in yourself again?" The goddess known as Ophir, once Hera, asked critically as she watched her husband with a cold gaze.
She grew tired of their rivalry back in Greece, she had a hatred of it now.
"No… I'm just… " Elohim tried to retort, but was interrupted by a quick shaking fit. Before he could say anything, his form shifting from the elderly man he tended to be, into the bulky Greek god, to a glowing blue man, into the large floating skull known as Nothel, and finally back to the elderly form of Elohim. "Yes… I am, I changed too many times…"
Ophir just frowned at him, as she knew how his endless mental struggle worked, as he always found himself lost after constant shifting. America was horrible for him, so many cultures shoved onto a single continent. He wouldn't even remember his true name.
"You had to fight him, didn't you?" She questioned in a light whisper, as she watched a thin stream of gold blood trickle down his neck, his robes staining from it.
Unfortunately, the god was at his limit. After being beat into painful submission, lying in loud agony in his own throne room, and then being grizzled and passively tortured by his own wife… he had enough.
In a quick moment, the aged man changed his form, a monstrous tree-like monster filled his seat, bark teeth snarling in her direction. Large, sharp tree branches wrapped around her, razor-sharp leaves lightly piercing her skin. Elohim was lost in himself, and there was only the original left. Now, he was the Father of Nature, the architecture of all plant life.
"WHATWOULDYOUEXPECTMETODO!? Let him kill me!? Let him kill you?! Let him burn Heaven to the ground!?" Eden, the personification of Light and Peace, roared in anger as he choked his wife in fury.
Ophir didn't panic, she didn't become angry, she just stared at him coldly. She didn't need to yell, or nag, or scream.
She never needed to, not in all the long years they'd shared together, she had never and still didn't.
Her disappointment in him, was just enough.
"I expected you not to fight him. You are brothers. No matter how old you get, he is still your younger brother. Never forget that Elohim."
At her tone, Eden shrunk, it's bark shifting back into skin, and it became Elohim once again, as his anger melted away like wax under the blazing sun. In moments, he was a small, elderly man once more.
He avoided her gaze however, and stared down at his bandaged hands. His shame in himself, overrode all other feelings he felt.
"I have tried… so very hard, for so very long… but he does not make it easy… " Elohim whimpered, as he remembered how he many times he had failed his brother… brothers… He was truly a terrible person, and only now did he realize that… He would make up for it, if only Lucifer would let him.
Being the brother of The Devil, was a difficult task, an almost impossible one.
"Did you expect him to?"
Harry James Potter
(2081, in a way)
"Hello Harrison, I'd like to show you something... This is the result of your work… What you'll leave behind, your legacy. The Hell of your creation… " A soft voice spoke out in the emptiness of his mind, as Harry Potter floated in the darkness of his mind.
At the sound, his eyes flew open, and he saw what appeared to be Buckingham Palace, in one of his eyes…
In the other, he saw a city, Washington D.C. Not that he'd know what it looked like, he had never left Europe, despite his desires.
In Buckingham, Harry saw a burning city, death all around him.
Wooden pikes reached upwards to the sky, bodies impaled deep onto them, their faces forced and ripped open, black blood flowing from their broken jaws.
To Harry's horror, the spiked peaks of the pikes stabbed upwards from the unfortunate souls' mouths, the other side piercing up between their legs.
Harry despised the images before him, the crimson sky illuminating the carnage in a horrific light. The city gave off a very Vampiric feel that would scar him for many years to come. No matter how much he brooded, or how much time he spent around Lucifer, he didn't think he'd ever grow used to death.
He didn't fail to notice as well, that many of the impaled victims were those people that had been the Dursley's neighbors… Those people that had ignored his torment, and those that had allowed the Dursley's to continue on as they were.
Getting sick of it, he closed his left eye, and surveyed Washington. It wasn't much better…
Swarms of gigantic Locust flooded the capital, zombie-like fungi creatures populated the streets, filling the city with the wicked dead. The Washington Monument lay on it's side now, the crushed White House lying underneath it's bulk.
It was obvious nothing living remained in the residence that once housed the most charismatic and political America had to offer.
Above the White House, was now a tall flag post, with a simple flag printed. A design was emboldened on it, a several millennia old symbol, one formed by celestial space, and the lord of creation.
A crooked crescent moon was the symbol for this new nation, the symbol emblazoned on each twisted soldier under a different Harry's command, each territory branded by his dark mark. This mark had haunted all humans, and had grown a horrific meaning. No longer was it simply a lunar state, it was now a symbol of hatred and spite.
The entire world was afraid when the moon went cresent...
In focus, the United States were no more, that was obvious just by it's ruined capital. It was the first casualty of a far future's rampage and tirade, of one demonic Harry Potter.
Harry didn't know whether to be proud, or horrified, just as with England. He didn't know whether the undead were better than the impalement that was standard in England.
He also didn't know whether he truly was behind all of this, as that voice… that voice wasn't trustworthy, some part of him said as much.
"I wouldn't lie, I have no reason to. All of this destruction, this was all of your work, combined into one single apocalypse. Armageddon, from your fingertips. Death and destruction, for one hundred years, you've laid waste to man and wizarding kind. This, is the child of your mayhem… Your hopes and dreams, made real... " The voice said, it's tone absolute and unbearing, almost with a sense of hatred. Harry figured that whoever it was, held a deep vendetta against him. He didn't know if he cared, really.
"One man can not destroy all of humanity." Harry spoke out, his voice echoing out in the space around him, he was assured of himself. "It's impossible, trust me, Hitler tried. Now he's Lucifer plaything."
A dark chuckle emerged then, the sound wrapping tightly around him, the harshness choking him roughly, his breath shallow and painful, blood trickling slightly from his nose.
"I've seen it before, you'd be surprised. War has a habit of happening… "
Lucifer
(Nowhere, and somewhere)
He stood in his reprieve.
The place where nothing resided, a place much like the realm of his birth, where a single island rested among utter nothingness. A fraction of himself found it comforting, the other found it unnerving.
He was recovering, the best he could after what he endured. He won, of course, but his body didn't. His injuries weren't deep or severe, but they weren't light either. He still bled, he still felt pain.
He still lost blood, he still hurt just as the common man did, but his pain had requirements. Only a fellow immortal could pierce his skill, and only four remained in the mortal realm.
While a mortal could cause him pain, only a god could kill him.
He was taking a breath, relaxing his tightened muscles, when he felt a strong disturbance knock him off his feet, his body flying off the floating platform.
He struggled against the aggressive force that clawed at his blackened soul, his mind being mauled and torn, his personality being wrung to a painful extent.
He found himself soaring downwards then, far down into dead space, before he vanished and appeared in a place he had see last, so very long ago.
He had vowed not to return, and then only under the most important of occasions. Lucifer had never wanted to come back, never have to face his greatest mistake… his greatest enemy… His only superior left… The superior to all...
"Hello Lucifer, you really shouldn't get so distracted… Who knows what could happen when you do… All of that power of yours, gets distracted from what it should be doing… Keeping the skeleton in your closest, locked in." A creepy, terrifying yet attractive voice spoke in the obsidian cell. It was a square box, far under the surface of Hell, far from anyone that could find it.
The worst being in creation, the strongest being in the entire Multiverse. The one being who could destroy everything on a whim, whose only restriction was the cell it was jailed in, but which only strained it.
It could still force it's influence on anything and everything if it so chose.
Lucifer looked up from the rough floor, and met the eyes of his mortal enemy and hated prisoner.
The creature had piercing and cold verdant eyes, white ivory skin, and long, shadowy hair. It's lean, emaciated face was covered in a long, scratchy beard, which fell far below it's collar.
It had a large, sharp grin, much like a nightmarish creature. It's smile scared even Lucifer, and the man wasn't meant to fear anything.
The creature was a thing Lucifer loved, one of his favorite children, one of the limitless Harry Potter's that filled the Multiverse… But this one differed from all the others… This was the strongest of all of them.
This variation didn't go by the name of Harry Potter, or Harrison, or Hayden, or any other. This Harry, went by a single title. A title that conveyed it's state, above all others.
"You know, it is quite odd that Lucifer, the lord of Hell in so many lifetimes, fears a single man. A mere wizard, a mortal. You're supposed to be above them, aren't you? That is why you split from your brother, isn't it? You're above mortals…? But that doesn't make sense… " The creature asked, it's voice mocking as it walked around it's prison space, it's supressive shackles lying at it's feet, as it walked free… Despite the fact that it never was meant to, it showed Lucifer the consequences of his ignorance and forgetfulness.
"That is, unless you fear me… You fear a mere mortal… One of your beloved children… One of your many Harry Potters, your favorite human… How does it feel, to have a human be so much more powerful than you?" The creature asked, as bolts of dark purple lightning appeared in the stale air, their tips hovering over Lucifer's body, the destructive forces ready to attack when needed.
It grinned then, it's razor-sharp teeth shining dangerously in the dim light, a single lantern lighting up the old cell in an orange glint.
"I fear nothin-" Lucifer muttered, only to cry out in agony as fifteen dark bolts of corrupted electricity stabbed through his body, pain like he had never felt before, burst throughout every single one of his nerve cells. The pain was unbearable, and he began to sink into unholy unconsciousness.
"I'll make sure to earn your fear then… You will regret the day you thought you could cage me like a damn dog… Now then, I've got an appointment to catch." The creature said joyfully, as it stepped over Lucifer's collapsed body, as it began to phase from the room. "I'm make sure to send your regards to your 'children', I'll tell them what you fear… And give them an example of why you do… "
Lucifer could do absolutely nothing, as the worst creature in all of the universes left the only place that could contain 'it.'
That could hold… The Prodigy.
Did you all enjoy? I hope you did.
Yeah, not much, I know. I will be uploading more soon, and I have a lot of ideas. Can't say as much for the guys.
The Prodigy is one of the many antagonists that will be featured in Devil's Advocates. While he implies that he will strike soon, his revenge won't happen for a long while, at least until the main antagonists are dealt with. (I've got a clear plan in my head of how the main story will go, but things may change if the story evolves in a different way.)
Think of him like Thanos, a giant threat in waiting, letting our heroes tire themselves out on all the other threats, so he can step in when they least expect it.
Prodigy's arc will be mostly unattached from the main story, but will feature Harry. The main villains won't appear, so don't expect some kind of villain team up .
Don't expect Elohim, or most of the main characters to appear either. The later conflict will mostly be between Harry, Lucifer, and The Prodigy.
(For an example of what kind of character The Prodigy is, think Superboy/Man Prime. Yeah, that's the kind of character Prodigy is.
He is the strongest Harry Potter in existence, and the strongest creature to exist. No other can match him, and nothing else is even close to his level. Each creature behind the rift is below him.
Yeah, let that knowledge sink in. (I'll also say, everything is going to be fucked by the time Prodigy attacks. Like, properly fucked. Like, nearly impossible to survive. Prodigy will push Harry to his utter limits, and force him to bring out every stop and trick he has.)
In terms of the many versions of Harry, I will refer to this story's universe, as (Earth Advocates) The Prodigy's universe, will be referred to as (Earth Prodigy)
The reason why this Harry isn't called Harry-Prime, is that Harry-Prime is Canon-Harry.
Well, I believe that's all for now. Have a good morning all, enjoy the weekend.
-Ryan