Harry blinked his eyes. He was now sure that taking the AK was good to help all his friends survive and win. But he was looking at what seemed to be a waiting room. He saw what appeared to be fictional book and movie characters sitting, bloody mainly. The, he supposed, office with waiting chairs were a bit shabby looking. The walls had faded and torn, non matching wallpaper. The paint on the ceiling was going bad. The floor looked dirty and well worn. The ten or so windows were grimmy and barely let any sunshine in. He was now, for the first time, thinking Dumbledore's "next great adventure", might not be great.
If he was right, he saw Indiana Jones, The Protector, Nick Fury, James Bond, two girls, that from the back had a gorgeous figure, both with reddish hair. One blondish, one maroon. Both had tight leather looking sort of spandex outfits. His hormones were affecting him a bit. There were about thirty others scattered among the hundred odd seats. Time seemed to not pass, but many of the thirty went into offices down a corridor he could see in a mirror.
A flash to his right had him see several women appear in chairs. Because of this he did not see the young woman appear in front of him. A hand gave the come gesture, Harry did notice that both Red heads were moving toward the door also. It was at this point he realized that all three of the people taking them, looked the same. All three went to the same door. The office was not what he expected from the outer offices look. It was brightly lit, brand spanking new file cabinets, desk and chairs. The only old things were some scrolls and tomes on top of the cabinets and a few shelves. A door that had writing on it said D. of P. in gold letters.
The guy behind the desk was looking like a midget in eighteen hundreds dress. Ruffled shirt and everything. "Bonjour." He looked at three open files. Then looked up. "I'm going to fill you in a bit, then send you in to the boss! Your dead, all three of you and it is that last time we can reset time in each of your universes." All three looked to be about, to ask a question. He raised his hand, before putting it into his tunic. All three had an epiphany, this was Napoleon Bonaparte.
"Now as I was saying. The side that wishes to end existence, so they can create a different one, messed up. All three of you were killed at the exact moment in time in each universe. Now the thing is, your deaths did not end existence, but would contribute to it. So the boss had an idea. It was given a go ahead. The one that delivered the news, actually smirked. I believe it is because all three of you are virgins." All three blushed.
"Now we have Harry Potter, with many put upon names, age fifteen almost sixteen. Wizard and if not for the baiseur de chèvre, Arch Mage and Grand Sorcerer in time. Then we have Jean Grey, Telepath and Telekinetic. Almost seventeen. Last, but not least, we have Honor Harrington, military genius, martial arts and swordmaster. As you can see, she is 6'2", 180 muscled pounds of high gravity enhanced human. A sort of made mutant, she looks twenty, but is forty eight. Then we have Jean, 6' even, 123 pounds natural mutant. And Harry, 5'8" of malnourished, abused, potioned, and spelled Hero."
All three looked at each other in interest, appreciation, and some thought provoking ideas. Jean was thinking of Dr. Strange. Honor was thinking Jean was a Mesa subject, Harry was like a fictional character from the old stories, she read. Harry was not sure what mutant was, but he knew about Telepathy and Telekinesis from the comics that Dudley threw away all the time. Honor maybe could help train him, if she was that good.
"So we have had a thought. Each of you had a piece of soul attached to you in one way or another. We have decided to offer you a few choices, training, and then send you on your way." He raised his eyebrow at them, also smirking. "Would you please go in and speak with the boss of this department of Life Ever After!" All three still slightly blushing people went into the opened door. The raucous laughter was heard from him as the door closed.
The interior of this office was all white. They saw an average looking, white haired boy, sitting behind a white desk, with three white chairs before it. "Hello, I'm sure Bony told you a lot of info, probably much of it implying other things!" They stared at him, all three blushing, then nodded. He smiled. "First thing is Honor. It would be evil to break your soul bond with Nimitz." Honor looked grateful when he appeared on her shoulder. "OK, you will be going back to the ship. Jean and Harry will help by attacking the pirate ship with a new, extra tech Heavy Cruiser ship called Honor's Promise. This will take the pirate's eyes off you." Honor looked and felt happy, but puzzled.
"There will be something done in that each of you will get powers from the others. They will get third-generation prolong, the Meyerdahl beta genetic modification, and the higher metabolism needed to work it. They will be able to regenerate. So will you. We have a spot in the history were you will be given a blood transfusion from both to save you. That will be the reason. Your unique genetics will advance to have the Telepathy and Telekinesis from her universe, and wandless magic of his universe. Now where his universe and Jeans overlap is the Teles. So you gain from his teleportation, repairing broken things, and conjuring things for a temporary use, let's set it at three hours. Now her Teles are different from his in that she also has an advanced use, beyond Harry's universe. You get multiple people areas to use at same time. So you have a crowd with an assassin in it, you will be able to spot him. Understand?" She nods looking very thoughtful.
"A bonus is you will be able to communicate to the Treecats. Both Harry and Jean will have companions and a bond with a member of the Royal family to pursue. Harry will be good for Michelle Henke. Jean for Roger Winton. And vise verses. Both will have wealth, documents and as you three will share memories, a lot of knowledge." As he saw a reluctance, he pursed his lips and then rephrased the thought. "It does not have to be sexual, it can be friends, but if it is as friends, I'm afraid you will become a bit more Grayson than you are, Honor." Honor's eye rose and looked at both Harry and Jean. Both now looked twentish, Harry was almost as tall as her and Michelle would be drooling, as he looks like a young god. She felt something also. Jean a good 6'1" goddess, Roger would not be to impressed, as at his station, everyone is beautiful.
"That is the help for your universe, though to tell you Mesa is alive and kicking and is in reality an empire. Tell your people that the Detweiler line had not actually become extinct. In fact, they remain in control of both tactics and strategy of the covert leadership of the Mesan Alignment, a multi-planet consortium." Honors eyes were huge, with her mouth open. "You three may go" A light went off and again, the three were just sitting down.
