Ye gads, sorry for the delay. Life figured out where I was hiding, chased my down, and tackled me to the ground.

So here is a really friggen long chapter that I finished at 1:25 in the morning.

***********************(Older Harry's flashback)****************************

The sun would rise soon.

A while ago he had woken up, and now found himself situated in a large chair.

He had a bleary view of the surrounding countryside, as one of the walls of the room was transparent.

The sky was getting brighter at the horizon, still no more than a light blue. He found himself absently staring down at the spot where he knew the sun would appear. From this elevation the world was half blue, half green; With the increasing light, he could now discern the outlines of hills and clouds. Down below, trees cut through the light, casting long shadows.

He remained where he was, making no move to read the piles of parchment on the table to his left, as he had already read through every single bit. Reports, books, letters, ledgers, transcripts, translations, all manner of things, were scattered across the table.

Of course, it wasn't nearly all his paper work; Just those which related to the attack on his best friend's wedding.

They had suspects, of course, plenty of them; He had spies and investigators at work. A lot of the information on that table didn't have anything to do with the real perpetrators…

A major problem was that the British magical community wasn't cohesive anymore; There was no longer even a Minister of Magic. He could be considered high up in the hierarchy, but it really was relative. Hogwarts had been rebuilt, and had become even more important. It provided a commonality among all the British -most went to Hogwarts, created ties with others. Hogwarts was now several buildings, and tied administratively to several other schools, allowing for specialties.

He was not at Hogwarts however.

He was at Olympus. Like the mythical home of the gods, his home was not the easiest thing in the world to reach, being as it was floating high above the ground. It wasn't quite a castle either, though large enough to be one. It also wasn't properly his. An entire community lived here.

It has just sort of grown. Originally, it had been a staging point for The Order, near the end or the war. (They had desperately needed someplace that wasn't crawling with refugees and children). After, it had been fragmented to different purposes.

He got up and let his feet take him where he had gone often in the preceding days. He could feel the magic around him, now ignored by his conscious mind, but never ignored in his subconscious. He was always aware of the wards surrounding places, the spells and enchantments on objects, the magic and feelings within living beings.

A portion of Olympus was claimed by the Order of the Phoenix, though not a large amount -they had opened the structure to others, as there just wasn't the need for most of it anymore.

Official's offices, training areas, research, a small hospital… there was even a small school for younger children.

The doorway he was heading for opened as a young researcher exited, giving him a respectful "Sir," and moving past him. Harry recognized him as one of the one's working on a cure for… those in a coma

People lived here as well: People who had no where to go. People who needed help in dealing with trauma for the war, some to scared to live anywhere else. People who wanted to learn or train. Families.

Most people were welcome, and the non-human. They had made allies during the war that he did not want to lose.

He entered the room, and greeted with the blinding color of white. He headed to the room he knew he'd find Hermione and Ron.

"Harry," she said in greeting, not moving from her position beside Ron.

"How'd you know?"

"Why, The Great Potter has very instinctive footsteps you know."

"Those of a Griffin, or perhaps with the roar of a Dragon?"

Hermione smiled a little, "Be careful, I could sell this new tidbit to the press."

"Ugh." He dumped himself into a chair on the other side of Ron, and regarded the woman sitting across from him. "You were gone last night."

She had left -no doubt on Unspeakable business, and he was inviting her to share information. "Someone's screwing around with the wards on The Pit."

He frowned, "Who would want to do that?" The Pit was where they'd corned the last of the Devils. Way back when, Voldemort had found a servant who was adept in demonology. Using him, and some research he stole, Voldemort had created a combination Dementor/Demon to combat the rising creation of defenses against dementors. The only thing good about the combination was that the proximity of one didn't effect you as much. That was the only good thing.

Looking a bit disappointed, she responded, "Just a small group of demon worshippers." She was disappointed because they were still trying to figure out how to cure Ron, and the others. You see, some of the infected guests from the wedding had died, some of the guests was been cured, and some had fallen into coma's.

"Quit thinking about it." He knew Hermione was preoccupied with Ron -who wouldn't be? But she was aggravated by the fact that he was in a coma, and she wasn't, when there had only been a second's difference from when he and she had been infected. "Here is food for thought -We've finally got a name for our primary suspects. Secuutus."

"That's odd -it means followers right?," Harry nodded, "So what are they following."

"My spy said that they respected Voldemort quite a bit -He thinks that they are following his footsteps."

"We've had no indication that they were looking for immortality… unless they aren't thinking of it on an individual basis."

"What I'm concerned about are all the links we've been finding. Mark, the headmaster from Hogwarts- do you remember him? Gryffindor, five years behind us- just sent me a letter. One of his students parents have disappeared and he thinks the Harbingers have something to do with it."

"And they have a connection to the Secuutus."

"These connections aren't just local -the Head of the department of International Cooperation sent me a reference of the Secuutus' connections with groups in Germany and Norway."

"…The coalition?" Long had a theory, vague rumors, of something called the coalition. It was supposedly a movement for 'groups outside the government' to form a loose alliance.

"I'm beginning to wonder." After a moment of silence, he added, "I'm going to start lobbying for a meeting of the International Confederation of Wizards."

Hermione's surprise showed up on her face, which meant a lot, considering the mask she had developed for her job. "Do you really think you could get that to work? At the last one, Dumbledore died…"

"Got to try, and the Potter Perseverance is famed across the land."

"Humph, well, I'll check with the Department to see if we can help." Hermione stood up, "I've got to get to work; I heard someone had the idea of using Pixie Dust, which has possibilities…"

And so Harry was left alone with his unconscious friend, staring absently at the trademark red hair. He hoped Hermione would get more sleep. She had gotten upset a couple days ago and actually set a chair on fire. Such an incident was not completely uncharacteristic, but rare -She'd said that Ron's temper must be rubbing off on her.

He would keep searching for answers, especially to what had happened to Sirius. No one knew what had happened to him; Which was sure as hell not a good thing after they'd just gone though a bloody battle. Sometimes, he wondered if there would ever be a time when he would not have to worry…

A/N and so ends the flashback (long overdue) -did you find the hint of an upcoming invent?

*******************(Younger Harry -Voldemort's POV)************************

He hissed in parseltongue, mainly for the purpose of discomfiting his Death Eaters, "Your fight is useless Potter. Your mistaken friends are all going to die. I will inevitably win, for I am not constrained by notions of what is right or what is wrong. You should thank me Potter.

"You are wrong. Your murder, twist, and banish all people who are good and brave enough to oppose you," and Potter hissed back reflexifly, "Viridian."

Voldemort felt pain spike through his leg and looked down to see a snake viciously biting into his leg. An inhuman hiss of rage escaped him, causing Draco to back off a bit before he regained his Malfoy dignity. Most poisons couldn't kill him, but this snake was really quite deadly. He could stave it off for a while, but he was going to have to cut this short.

"Now Potter, I can only do the world a favor by opposing and dominating it, as adversity shows potential. Surely a stable government would be better than the farce we have now -Fudge nearly lost the war for your 'light side' before it began." He said this as he reached down and grabbed the sake, ignoring it's further attempts to bite him.

"You are insane."

"So will you be before long Potter," He hissed. "Do you think you will miss this snake? What is it's name… Viridian?"

"It's just a snake."

Potter was predictable. Voldemort crushed the snake and tossed it aside.

"You know what is interesting Potter? We are each heirs of both Gryffindore and Slytherin. Interesting, is it not?"

Potter had such a look of incredulity, as he knew many Death Eaters did under their masks.

"What exactly is your purpose in telling me that? Is there a reason you are standing there prattling?" The poor boy was angry over the snake no doubt.

"There's no need to attempt to stall me Potter, I am perfectly content to wait for your friends -whom I might point out, are taking there sweet time." He never intended to take Potter anywhere. No, this prison would contain Potter anywhere, and demoralize his friends to witness.

Sometime during the conversation, Potter had stood up, powered by his righteous fury. Now, however, he wavered, unable to concentrate as whispers invaded his head, no matter how much he willed them away.

It was nice to see one's enemy so weak.

One of the Death Eaters assigned to watch the area came running, a small dagger in hand. "Master, one of the sentries was found dead, with this embedded in his chest."

Voldemort picked up the unusual dagger and coldly examined it. Potter's friends had finally shown up, and there were elves among them. He whispered a spell and the dagger disintegrated in his hand. The elves had made their choice then.

He was about to call for his Death Eaters to depart, when he saw a stirring in the crowd of the Death Eaters. His inhuman eyes narrowed as one of them stepped forward and shouted the deadly curse, at Potter.

He did nothing.

Potter screamed and fell. Energies rippled about him. The various spells woven about him, desperate attempts by his friends, battled desperately with the deadly magic. Potter twitched, his breathing raspy. The rippling energy's violence diminished, and Potters gasping breaths could be heard among the deadly silence.

Those waiting in silence took this opportunity to attack.

Voldemort ignored those Death Eaters falling as he walked toward the offending Death Eater, as if they were ants. He cast the cruciatus on the man, then killed him. The man was lucky he didn't have the time to punish him properly.

He turned to see Dumbledore leaning over Potter. Should he end it now? No; He would lose to many Death Eaters in the time it would take him to kill the old man. And besides, he wanted Dumbledore to see the pain his pet was in.

All the Death Eaters winced as pain shot up their arms the instant before they disappeared.

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Please, people, please, where might there be a beta reader?